It's so wrong

All that I want from you;

You're all I want–

And all I've ever gotten

It's funny, huh,

How it all works out

Around the world and back

And I'm still the same as I ever was

You're all I want,

Because y're everything I'm not

False flag

I might throw in the towl

I don't mean to brag but

My mind is fowl

I live in the gutter

With less responsibility,
I might be a part animal

But–

What you see is what you get

(If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic

Till the sun comes up,

And it sets again)

Or was it acid

My secret combination

A flower in a garden

Beg your pardon

I got a hard on

Honest

Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you.

Promise.

Thats about the only promise i can make.

Moe toxic than AIDS.

You have AIDS.

Anything can be arranged.

You would do that just to spite me?

I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis.

This is the worst.

This is the worst, ever.

EAT THE BRATWURST.

NAAEEERR.

EAAT THE SAUSAGE.

NOOO–AAAHHH.

JUST–EAT IT.

AHHHHHHHH.

This story takes forever to tell.

Well, it's going to have to be less than forever.

For what.

WE DON'T HAVE TIME.

This version of me likes everything spicy.

That's it? That's the only difference?

–and does a lot of cocaine.

Oh. That's

Nice.

*snifs*

nice .

Hey.

Hey.

Hold this.

*leaves*

…haha.

What, dude.

I'm gonna kill you in your sleep.

You wanna know what's fucked up?

No.

I have dirty little secrets no one should know about–

–Christ–

–And people know about them.

I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone.

What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map.

I'm making peace with this.

Here, breakfast.

What's in this.

Eggs.

What's going on.

Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed.

-_-

Aw. That kid is cute.

I know huh.

TYLER.

Lol. who the fuck is tyler.

I don't know.

TYLER, GET IN HERE.

TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS.

[TYLER]

Woah.

Whaaat.

Ah. What's in a name, anyway?

That's it? That's the only difference.

Yup.

His name's “Tyler”

He's fucking perfect.

Yeah, except.

TYLER!

OH MY GOD. WHAT.

DId you ever figure out what happened to the-

No, not yet.

DEADMAU5

I don't respect you.

Aww. did you hear that?

I heart that.

deadmau5 doesn't respect me.

that's sad.

that is sad. I'm so sad.

I'd be sad.

now i'm sadmau5.

lol

So. Wait.

Mmhmm.

I'm–deadmau5.

Yes.

So that means.

WHAT IS THIS CRISIS.

I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am.

DADMAU5.

What did you do.

I dug up a lot of pasts.

PASTS.

And brought them to the present.

Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus.

I don't understand.

Please, please stop this.

I can't. It's happened.

PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York.

SKRILLEX

I'M A GOD.

PART II: Revenge.

ME

Revenge!? What revenge!

I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX.

SKRILLEX

DIE MOTHERFUCKER.

*dies*

This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight.

Make that 8.

8 Seasons Straight.

Wait. What was that dream I had last night

I hope she remembers.

It was something important.

Don't tell mom about this.

Mom about what.

[Explosion]

OH MY GOD.

Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can–

Do that.

But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well–

[WORST DRAGON EVER]

It's a dragon, and that's what it does.

COELACANTH GROWLS

Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke.

I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse.

What's worse than being broke in New York City.

My God, you're right. Well.

COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN.

That's it, buddy! NO more bananas

COELACANTH

???

NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty]

See?

What did you do.

Nothin.

WHAT DID YOU DO.

Don't touch me.

Why are you squinting like that.

Uh. Cause I have eyes.

You have a secret.

Everyone has secrets.

YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME.

Alright, buddy.

Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go.

Where are you going?

To get some dick.

EW.

Arguably.

That's gross.

I'm–pretty gross.

Ugh!

See ya. Or not. Whatever.

Sorry to say “I'm sorry”

So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more

Okay

I'll jus curl up under my

Security blanket

It's a curse, sure it is

I write myself blank checks

Jim Carrey me home

(whatever that means)

Cause

I've been homeless so long

And nobody wants me

It's just a bee sting,

But don't eat honey

No worries

I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry”

So he don't love me, huh

That's awful

So what was it all for

Homework

Somehow, I just go back and forth

That's the way to move forward

Sure, it is–it's a curse

*cough* a lovely photographer,

Sorry I loved him before

But it's awful now

Take me home

(Whatever that was)

No worries

I write myself blank checks

Jim Carrey me home

(whatever that means)

Cause

I've been homeless so long

And nobody wants me

It's just a bee sting,

But don't eat honey

No worries

I've been under the radar famous

Haven't been the same sense

Same senses: six of them

Don't even know what today is

__

It's just a sex thing;

I don't want the rest of you

That she can have

Your other less-than-half

I still have a percentage

(Nonsense)

I still want to grab at your–

(Aha)

First things first,

And last things last

All of these past lives

I get the last laugh

If that's your first wife

Good luck, getting it right

God knows I tried

God knows when I'm crying,

And still doesn't like it

So much for colorblind

Automatic shades, and motorized blind

What a lovely time to find

A tie that binds

Sugar and spice

That's mild,

Compared to your wild eyes

And the trials I've

Tested thorough lik vials

(or, test tubes, right)

That's the best cube, right

The latest edition

I've had my eye on

It's just a distraction

I haven't the slightest idea

What an Ion is,

Beyond science and mathematics,

This magic campaign

A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis

That's what that is

I left that Amethyst

At your Grandma's.

What.

“To Gradmother's House We Go”

I don't think this is a good plan–

This is the plan.

–at all.

I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma.

Dillon Francis.

Gross.

Listen, that's the only way.

But what if she's racist.

She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist.

MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA

[Speaking in croatian]

Damn. This is fucked up.

I think we went back too far.

WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE.

WHO'S COTTON- PICKING?

Oh God, stop this.

My eye is in the Sky–

(My eye is in the sky)

I'm always by your side

My eye is in the sky

YOu keep asking me what I want,

Like I know the answer!

Like, I know the answer–

But like, you're not gonna like it,

I mean you might,

And I could try to divide by 5

To get the answer right,

But not tonight

I'm too busy dying

I guess i”m a dick rider.

Right,

I'm just–

A big writer,

Provided I'm onto my idol

Or icon

Drawing on dollars,

A white collar criminal

It's simple

This isn't my passion–

But it's my talent;

Whatever,

I'll have to work at it

Addition, subtraction

(Erect, or dysfunctional)

Truly poetic, but

lets keep it classy

I'm passing it on my my agent,

He'll have a laugh at it.

So it's been another ten years;

Here we are,

In the place that i built

If you're so fond of me ,

How about you follow me

Into the next life,

Onward, and into the darkness

Oh! You can see in the dark now?

You succubus!

Isolate all of us,

Bring you up high till you fall down

The irony is,

I'm not ungrateful,

I just feel as if

I've slightly earned it

(Just a little bit)

Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen

But at the very least, at the end of it

I can just laugh and pretend

It didn't happen

Fellas,

You ever been shit on by two women

At the same time,

(not literally–

but , ust out o f curiosity,

If i was being seriously literal,

How many of you

Would have still said yes,

By a raise of hands?

Or, lets just have all the

Supersta DJs stand up

(Every single fan would give you a hand job!)

Just remember the guy holding

The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says

“The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore

Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom

Or the chick who's crying on her

“Fuck it, I quit!”

–But Hailey, we needed the second income

Gotta start somewhere

“–I just need a plunger”

Better try elsewhere, bud

It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this

Dillon Francis Shit.

Fuck.

I did it again

I let my obsessions slip

In the deadmau5, a false flag

In the big relay race to Skrillex

—and I can't image how backed up his inbox is

with pictures of ass and tits on

Anyday of the year,

but especially, this–

Happy Birthday, kid.

Now where's the pinata?

I oughtta wish him a bat to the head

For the shit he said

And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic

All over the internet

It's all over the internet

Better yet,

I'm on the black market,

I just bought it for a dollar

I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark

Suck my balls, fart.

That guy's a lot to handle.

Didn't I start this off with something more poetic?

I bet,

but got stuck in a mousetrap

I hope you're happy, you know

Actually,

I'm hoping it turns out tragic

Haven't you ever run out of your magic?

Wait, nobody has that.

It was.

All just.

In. Your.

Head.

Wake.

UP.

Hey kid,

What's the plan for tomorrow?

(Hopefully more falafels,

but probably not, thought)

Uh,

I gotta show up at the post office,

*facepalm*

Another Dillon Francis reference

Forget I ever had instagram

( haven't yet

So, what's the plan then?

More bacon on my bacon.

Okay, Mr. Miserable,

I get we're incompatible,

But i”m an animal,

Or at least the bi-product of something

Or somesuch

Fuck it,

I give all the way up.

Hey kid,

If i jump in front of a train

(and don't make it)

How am I gonna explain this?

I almost forgot how

When pretty girls turn evil

They get ugly

Huh

I guess I should humble up and consider us equals

huh

hey satan

I wish I could just –

Forget it

I wish i could just

Forget it

I wish i could just

Forget it

Any other kind of way,

And i could go crazy on a day like this

Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing.

I–what.

You have my blessing.

For what.

You love this girl.

CONT'D

Then marry her.

Wait, do what.

So it's settled!

Wait.

You're getting married.

DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED.

YES.

whaaaaat .

MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER.

Wait.

*CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF*

YESSSSSSSSS.

ohmygod.

Wait, why are you so happy?

Because!

*MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS*

Wow.

What's going on.

When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza.

What's so special about pizza.

CHEESE.

Oh, so it's cheese, you want?

Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker!

These are my dreams.

Well, that's gross!

Is it.

Why are we we at McDonalds?

When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds.

You're right.

I'm always right.

Maybe that's why you're so miserable.

Yeap, pretty much.

Where's your head?

In the shop.

FLASHBACk:

Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR.

That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that?

No, it literally only exists like, once.

It's an ancillary rave weapon?

No, it's–it's just a spear.

(FROM THIS SCENE)

Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in.

What's that spear for?

[Deadmau5 enters unassumingly]

YAH.

Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall.

HOOOOO

YOOOOOOO

WHAT THE FUCK.

*everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored.

You killed deadmau5

Well, you asked.

I asked why you had a spear!

–And i demonstrated.

OH MY GOD.

Lol demon-strated.

YOU KILLED DEADMAU5

Don't worry, he'll be back.

Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza.

What are you doing.

Extra cheese.

Sunni.

What does it look like i'm doing.

Ordering a pizza.

Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck!

Hello. Yeah, sorry.

Sunni.

WHAT. SHUT UP.

You're strictly vegan.

Well, now i'm vegetarian.

Shut up.

sunni!

What!? THE FUCK.

It's in your contract.

So is this.

What.

What. Do you want pizza?

Sunni.

Make that two pizzas.

Sunni

Yes, both extra cheese.

Ok.

Sunni.

Shut up.

Ok.

Sunni

SHUT UP.

No not you!

Apologies.

Ok. Use the intercom.

Peace.

*hangs up*

Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis.

Sunni, what are you doing?

I'm–going for a swim. In my pool.

No, I mean.

What.

You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies.

I also have sponsorship with Walmart.

WAL * MART

That's not the point.

What's the point?

You're being avoidant.

I–always avoid you.

You have contracts!

That's why I avoid you.

With huge companies!

Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub.

You can't just.

Trust me, Maybel.

IT's-

I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down.

What's this got to do with Dillon Francis.

NOTHIN.

*phone rings*

YO.

Ugh.

Yeah, Come over.

Sunni!

I ordered pizza.

[later, in the hot tub]

Nevermind, next scene!

Ah NO!

What!

(Don't worry, I know how it goes.)

“What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want?

WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

Well, for the most part, I wanted to live.

Okay, you're alive.

No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck.

Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I

SHUT UP.

What?

JUST SHUT UP.

Uhm.

UGH.

Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid.

A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence.

TO BE CONTINUED

Honestly, though–

I just wanna get like, really hot, and like

Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues

I mean, really good looking

Smart ones

Probably do that,

eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods

Cook more healthy shit

Bake pies

Fuck some more

–and forget I ever even tried to make music.

Lol

And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids

Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds,

Publish some of my books,

Play video games

And forget about what a DJ is or what they do

Unless I occasionally show up to a festival

To get shitfaced

And be really hot,

Like I never got to be in my teens,

Or in my 20's

–But on the other hand,

If i can't do any of that–

I don't know,

not exactly live my hopes and dreams,

cause , you know–

Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical

Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams,

Or even

“Living my best life”

Cause if i'm living my best iife

I'm headlining EDC,

(Before getting shitfaced),

And,

I don't know,

Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes

–I mean really good looking–

Smart ones–

But like, just one–

Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe
I don't know,

Isn't a nightmare?

But that's pushing it.

Taht's wild to think about:

Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions

One of which is music

(Fucking shoot me)

and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature–

Which is, honestly,

More, like,

Just a natural talent,

For example,

How,

Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill,

Lifting what's around apparently ‘135',

(according to some stranger at the gym)

And working out to my own mixtape–

Not once, but twice–

Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten

How goog it was;

And, it was so good,

I couldn't actually believe it–

Like, at all–

So instead of listening to another mixtape,

I just listened to it again to confirm

(With myself)

“Damn, that was good”

Cause it was–

Only to come back to this giant,

Piece of shit,

Hell hole of a hotel

To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate

Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself
For the first time in weeks.

So i think about it,

After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation

In the amount of time it's taken to turn a

15 minute mile

Into a ten minute mile,

A ten minute mile into an

Eight Minute Mile,

And An Eight minute mile into

Two eight minute miles,

Nonstop, by the way,

Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on

Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that

Didn't look like

Flinstones and taste like sweettarts

Cause lets face it:

That's sweet tarts, right?

–but it is impressive to me

I impressed myself;

I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at

Whole Foods Market

And going to the gym every day

Even if its for 5 minutes

Every Single Day

With the exception of–

You know

When my roomate's depression gets so bad

It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that

I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat

So many times

And can't help on my life to think about her

When it gets to the law that states

That you can die of other people's misery.

Cause you can,

And I almost did,

So i consider myself, these days

to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived

Cause i've got

Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and,

deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious

–and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone

And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to,

but -

Again,

I've come so far

And fought so hard just

Trying to live

or at least

Trying to catch up

To the caucasians

And sometimes, but rarely

asians and other ethnics that

actually fit in;

and were born alive rather than dead

In bodies and with minds that functioned

Maybe not perfectly,

But well enough to socialize

or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given

Not to complain

(Again)

But just to reiterate,
I was born with gifts and talents,

But, doubling back

To the 48 Laws

I learned all of them from my mom

Before I turned one

And the way I read the book was

Pretty much just

A backwards regression,

Realizing that having a mother

With so much trauma and depression

Might effect everything

And be the difference between

Being an athlete, a superstar musician

Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram;

Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me

Of how fat I am

Or that I'm black

Or how much i've failed

Or of all the things I could but can't do

Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen

Or whatever you wanna call her

We all have names, but

It's possible that

We've been lost

In all the comparison to one another

Because in all this time

Woman to woman and

Man to man

Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want.

So what do I want?

Fuck it,

I want a yacht,

With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it

Just so i can throw them off

and ride off into the sunset

So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event

Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row

–well, maybe, not all of them

but a lot,

Or maybe I just want their bodies

I don't know

The only difference between love and lust comes

From motherhood;

So where's my son fit in to all of this?

Or i should just

Leave him in the dust, with his father

Who I often think of

Cause the raised scar he left me

Crosses my tongue every other word?

Sure. Whatever.

It's just more to write about,

But I might want less to write about cause

I've been studying other authors

And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow

–But honesty, i've been working out so hard

It's hard to want to off myself

Till I come to this hotel

Where my roommate just–

Doesn't sti will with me

And doesn't sit still at all

—which is crazy to think

That in all this narcissism i've developed

I still have enough empathy

That her anxiety makes me

Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't

So empty I coud vomit

And i thought i was making it up, but

As it turned out,

Beautiful women can't be tested

And it seems she's probably still beautiful

To the many men

that would love to have

a perfect girl

To bend to his will;

But really, It's almost as if

with every evil thing she's done

someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw

With each remark

Of course, I'm sure it's all for something

But i wanted more for us to get along

Than to have a room alone

Where i could tell this story;

Or write my albums

Or wipe the slate clean

I'm thinking of just

Starting over

Of course, sixteen pages deep

I find it hard to believe

It really just comes naturally

And quite automatic

That it's almost paranormal

What do I want?

A warm body

That won't hurt me

a home of my own

A couple of dogs –

Here it goes again

Fuck Dillon Francis

I want a life so well fucking lived

And well accomplished that

It doesn't even matter,

The Festival Project, or anything in it

Fuck, I just want to be happy

What if i cured 30 years of depression

Eating Whole Foods Market

and working out, without

Therapy,

Using google documents and

Dance music as an outlet?

Wouldn't you be proud?

Or maybe I could get offed for that.

I don't know..

Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander

The password was flagship

Getting abstract and poetic again,

Picking up pennies

bending my enemies into my empathy,

Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs

Ugh

The best of the best,

A decade has passed

I'm switching my cadences,

Just in case somebody reads this crap

Blissful awareness,

I shouldn't be scares of it

Clandestine palaces crash,

Shattered by amethyst

Man, fuck dillon francis

and his happy ass,

always had it,

perfectly privleged

caucasian interchangeable

dangerous engagement of a

girlfriend .

Yeah, fuck both of them.

Again, if you're taking it literal–

Fuck it,

They're both fucking beautiful.

I'll just be

USeful, or something.

Should probably brush up my resume–

Interesting, isn't it?

Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train

before neyla went crazy,

But heyl

I made it up.

We can pretend we're individuals

But i live in a collective consciousness,

Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this

I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious

But that's just be being pompous.

I'm half a white supremacist, anyway

Conservative, straight up

But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up

But hey,

At least there's deadmau5.

Oh yeah, that's what I want.

I want to be like deadmau5.

I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers

A custom sound system

and a hot wife;

A big brain,

A fan base,

And a nice body;

I want a whole lot of

Flying around,

and everybody loving me;

And loving every body

At every party

Amen

Yeah, that's what I want.

I want to be a rockstar;

I want a daughter with Skrillex

And six encores.

I want a horse drawn carriage;

An all-star wedding,

and a Tesla;

I want my chest done so damn big,

I need a reduction.

Better stay humble.

For better, or worse, you know.

If it was a curse,

I'd probably be worse off,

Than all who have wronged me–

It never lasts long,

It's all temporary,

Nobody loves me–

I'm just a pathological insomniac

Call me a

Devil, I'll try to find him–

A vegan light skin, but in the eyes

I'd probably find him

A cut above it all,

I'm just in awe we've never talked,

But i'm just like you

A stone against a wall,

I'd be a shamed to call my father

Suicidal

But that's where my mind goes

When there's no one

And my own son

Doesn't know me

But I only know

What love is

Cause i held him

In my arms

the very moment

He was born

So

What do I want?

I want him to know?

I'll always love him

No matter where I go

And I'd rather be homeless

Than no one

In my own home

Next to his father

What do I want?

I want him to go to school

And never worry

if he''ll be able to catch up.

What do I want?

I want a family,

But that can't heppen

Cause nobody loves me

What do I want?

I want to see Satan in his own body;

Instead of taking the ones around me

And playing with them

Since he wants to follow me

What do I want?

A lot of money

Said everybody.

What do I want?

A son and a daughter–

that won't die before me.

What do I want?

I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me.

What do I want?

I want to google the definition of ‘pithy”

Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head

Like depression hasn't;

But my roomate has it

And i'm not trying to catch it

Fucking toxic obnoxious

Whatever, forget it

SUCCUBUS.

Yeah, we know what that is.

pith·y

/ˈpiTHē/

adjective

1.

(of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive.

2.

(of a fruit or plant) containing much pith.

Nice.

Yeah well.

This whole thing is opening my third eye,

To how guys see it.

It doesn't make sense

To give consent,

And then renig it;

This isn't sex

But if it was,

Why would you mess with his head like that?

And if it was

If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine

But get the fuck out of here with that

I can't

So

What do I want?

To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy

What do I want?

I want psychology to catch up to my understanding.

What do i want?

Honestly, i just want my own something

What do I want?

To balance the toxicity, I guess

Everybody has choices

And mine is–

I count my blessings, just to stay blessed

I don't want anything from anybody.

But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely .

Perhaps, soe reverse psychology,

But if I go back to school

I'll be bored

(and really horny)

If i go back to school,

I'll owe even more money!

If i go back to school

I'll do music and not psychology.

If i go back to school,

I'll have professors younger than me.

If i go back to school

I'll drown in the toxicity;

The new generation's vaping, hating themselves

canceling everything:
everyone's a baby rapist

But you can't say it

or isolate them

cause tolerating even the most

Unsavory behavior is

fuck , i lost it.

What happened.

Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a'

Lets see. fuck .

To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating,

Nope, i lost it

You thnk so

Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its

what

Soul.

What. you have one of those?

Yeah.

Dang. That's cool.

Everyone has one

(that's not true)

*shrugs* I don't.

What.

I used to.

What?!

I sold it.

What.

To the devil.

Now i'm famous.

*shrugs, super satisfied*

…How'd you get famous?

…I woke up like this.

*nods, unquestioning*

I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday.

I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy.

So what do you want?

I want to stop writing, but it's still early.

What do you want?

I want more coffee, and less yawning.

What do you want?

I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her

And she's angry I ruined my body by eating.

Perceivably.

The positives:

Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan.

The positives:

Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil;

But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know–

I've been brushing up on Kabbalah

It seems to attempt to provoke, but

I'd rather do nothing but stall

Perhaps i've adapted habits

Become pathological, or

What have you

At least I know that condition

comes from trauma

Not that i'm

Not responsible

I just stoped giving a fuck

If everything i do is wrong

And i'm the problem

Why do i keep waking up, then?

What do you want?

I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me.

What do you want?

I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week.

What do you want?

I want to raise smart and capable children.

What do you want?

I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed

I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex

I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment

In manhattan, and

My ex husband to pay back

All of the money I paid him

But that's pushing it.

I want everything.

I want a world tour

I want to do more with my life than just

Sit here

And write about it

I want to be wanted and loved

Not by everybody

But perhaps

Just a loyal fanbase

A few hundred thousand

Maybe a million

Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and

My talent is condensed and limited by

The language barrier

I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier

I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy

I want people to know the rest of the story

Why i'm crazy

How I made it all up–

And they helped me

How we all decided on the world we're in together

And the only way to get to heaven is to remember.

Kx5

…I remember.

MAN, SHUT THE FUCK

–

UP.

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