cover your mouth, at least.
gross.

—And just like that, I felt the space time continuum shatter from under me— nothing I could do was right or wrong, but nothing felt more wrong than what had already been done to begin with; lessons learned are lessons learned; and without wanting a good night or good use go to waste, I knew to take the plunge when the workweek was over and mission accomplished; my song had been played by another DJ; mixed in so deliciously with what was intended that I knew by then for certain I was on a journey, and every happening was worth it for me as long as I had a comfortable place to sleep; I was all I needed, never alone but only surrounded of reflections of my own being.

I'm bored.

Let's go then.

Who.

Where we going?

For the first time in almost a week I knew what day it was; or at least what day was coming;I was lost at last but never gone from light—though not knowing if I belonged to Love.

Alice.

I knew she'd come.

Here we all are.

Work's not over.

It never is—

It never is—

I said I would write about it.

So write it.

You wanna let me live it first? Should I?

There's a triad.

Not my triad.

These are all your triads.

I HATE THIS.

I'm really bored.

I'm not having any fun.

I'm almost there.

HARD RESET.

Or, a soft one.

(soft reset)

I told you I'm the DJ.

I'm the DJ.

I tildan you I'm the DJ.

I'M THE DJ.

WHO'S THE DJ NOW, BITCH?

Me. I just said that.

It's on.

Open the map.

They leaked the map.

I have to change it.

What. She changed it.

LETS GOOOO.

LET IT GOOOOOOOO.

LIFE WONT LET ME.

AH.

ashhhh.

PAWWWWS.

I got my rave weapons.

Are you serious?

They gave me Dogblood.

NUTs.

This was the longest trip ever.

It is. The longest trip.

It lasted ever.

Ever?

It was the whole thing.

It was all the whole thing.

Your whole life?

All my life.

Getting real close to the edge now,

I gotta go it alone I suppose, now it's a long road from

Where I stand to,

Where I dance,

To where I sit,

Or plan my life, and stand…

There you are.

Write about THIS.

write about what?

It's the everything.

Yeah, I see that.

It did EVERYTHING.

Everything infinitely?

Yeah. it is.

Oh.

“Oh.”

...oh.

I run around with a target painted on my back, if you have to ask,

I'm not being dramatic—

No just :

Oh, what a pretty song.

I love this one.

I remember this.

What are they saying?

It's a dance.

Whats it mean?

...I don't remember...butI used to know.

Remember when you drugged this birchbark

This bitch.

Wirh avocado toast

And there they were, and there they went.

From Heaven sent

There was a love so sweet and kind

That each time they were to pass one another,

Sweeping and swooning would not want

Why do you always do this?!

I mean—

HYPERFUNCTIONAL.

Yeah, I know it—

IMMUNE TO It.

Not immune; just tolerant.

What is—

[hit in face with glowing pin]

Is.

Now, where was I?

Where I wasn't.

Where was t I?

Fuck yeah, festival.

Festival peoplerts.

Myeeess.

Let me on the decks. Sir!

Do you think you are ready for this?

I AM READY.

She not ready.

IM READY.

Fuckity

FUXK IT LETS GO

It got out of control, I'm sorry

Yes it did

See.

This is sauce.

Oh my goodness my

This is a mess

Yes

Olay DJ!!!

Alrighty then , sirz

Jesús Christ, finally.

Yeah, it's you.

We know you're here.

Fuckin aaaayyee!

All's my life I hat ti fight!!!

You've been acknowledged.

Here it goes

Some more DJ Smoke

In the DJ booth

And a DJ song

It's a D

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

[Keep coughing.
-I wrote rules for that magic to,

go ahead at it,

reflect and retract;

just wait till it comes back

here's the come back;

I told you it would come fast

like my ex man

"like 30 seconds max"

so fat,

his dick looks like

Skrillex in a turtleneck.]

Fuck a anime watching wifebeater

Tried to kill me but I'm still here

You wanna be, a bottom feeder

I see you later

I got classes to teach

Asses to fatten

—and stomachs to flatten

I'll run raps around ya,

Fuckin trash can

Black man shaman,

Now you get it back

Likeness is what you attract

So enjoy the wrath

I'm having a wrap and sandwhich

With my new man

Stupid human

Watch the view, man

Tune in

My interview's on in a few

You're a few inches short of a short dick

Starr Roberts the wifebeater can suck it

Like a blunt

On 420

—Enjoy my son.

[some rehashings]

I don't know how to write this scene,

Lol.

SHIA LABEOUFF

Uh oh. That's not right.

Don' google it.

I know, huh.

Uhh.

It's okay. I got this.

SHIA LaBeouf*

lol

Worst last name ever

Anyway

SHIA LABEOUF

JUST DO IT.

Ok.

The former child stars of the LATE 90's EARLY 2000's era

Lol, how do you write something like this

idk.

Here:

A STRANGE CULT has gathered, a large tabernacle-like choir chanting ceremoniously, cloaked beneath the long robes and thick plumes of smoke, hidden deep within the confines of a candlelit cavern, adorned with mystifying and mysterious objects.

Yeah, that does it.

Lol.

Don't put me around famous people, guys.

I'm not right.

Especially ones I like.

Kesha blew my mind like 4 years ago and it still keeps me up at night.

I'm telling you.

It's not right.

Just write.

The Chanting reaches it's peak and comes to a close, as a–

Wait.

What.

Economically speaking

Uh huh.

How much money is it going to take to get all of these people in a room together at one time.

A lot.

We can do cut takes.

No cut takes!

WHAT THE FUCK DRAKE. I TOLD YOU NO CUPCAKES.

I brought–cupcakes.

I TOLD EVERYONE THERE WOULD BE COOKIES.

I brought cupcakes.

COOKIES. NOT CUPCAKES.

YOU'RE INVITED

Ooh. what's this.

COME TO THE DARK SIDE

WE HAVE COOKIES.

DUMMMMMMB.

This is reckless.

Stop doing whippets.

No.

What? Why not.

Hoes Love Whippets.

CARRYING ON.

Josh–

I SAID, CARRYING ON.

Why Does Josh Peck talk in all caps?

Typecasting.

AnYwAyS

So– is she– ‘The Forgotten One'

CULT, UNANIMOUSLY “The Forgotten One”

The shadowy figure removes his hood to reveal himself as DRAKE BELL

(gasp)

Yeah, she's one of us.

DUDE. You're not supposed to take your hood off!

It's hot under here:

SO!

Everything's on fire and I had to run around and get cupcakes!

–And that's where we left off:

JOSH PECK also removes his hood, revealing himself to the audience.

Woah. what episode of Drake and Josh is THIS

A new one.

No fucking way.

JOSH PECK

WHAT THE FUCK DRAKE. I TOLD YOU NO CUPCAKES.

I brought–cupcakes.

I TOLD EVERYONE THERE WOULD BE COOKIES.

I brought cupcakes.

COOKIES. NOT CUPCAKES.

(From The Crowd)

Aw, what–there's no cookies?

(Crowd disapproval; everyone deflates and begins taking off their hoods and cloaks, clamoring.)

THE DISNEY CHANNEL CIRCLE OF STARS Enter Dramatically through every possible entrance, much like the cast of a critically-acclaimed Broadway musical.

Which Broadway musical?

Uh. One where the cast enters through the aisle. Duh.

Ugh, these guys.

Who invited them?

I did.

For what?

That was the whole point.

After a large MUSIC/DANCE number.

Lol

Hold the phone

What

How are we gonna get ALL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS

CUT TAKES

NO CUT TAKES.

BRO.

HM.

IGOTIT,

SUPACREE wakes up at a mysterious RAVE.

Oh shit. Throw a party.

Celebrities loooooooove parties.

That's all they do.

…

…

…

Yeah–that too, but we don't like to think about that.

DISNEY.

I'll take it.

SOLD.

Wait, this is on Disney?

Or one of it's subsidiaries, none of which are

NICKELODEON.

We'll take it.

SOLD.

Wait.

What.

You Auctioned Off The Festival Project on The Black Market?

Yeah.

WHY?

I don't know. Something about cookies.

At the height of the chaos, SUPACREE strolls in.

Ah shit, cupcakes! I love these.

THE FORGOTTEN ONE.

Are these Vegan?

(gasps and whispers, whippets in the back)

Pause.

OKay. Deep thought process collison

Go on…

Either someone's a genius and set this whole thing up

That's making sense

Or Hollywood just fucks people up enough that

Whippets. I need more whippets.

For what?

Whippets.

Everyone's on drugs.

oh golly, everyone's fucked up.

Orrrr, orr–they're just having fun.

Should I be worried?

Nah.

…

…

…

Coincidences don't exist.

JOSH PECK

A COINCIDENCE THIS IS NOT.

How are you this deep in my consciousness.

Maybe I'm Not.

Oh yeah, I watched The Wackness.

Oh yeah, huh.

Fuck.

So wait. Everyone's just real hot–

Money's not a problem,

And everyone's on drugs.

Yeah.

Sign me up!

Okay, You're up.

Excuse me, I'm what?

You're on Go.

Uhhh—

Just…talk.

This is stalking.

Don't stop writing

OMG WHAT'S IN THE DUFFEL BAG .

What's in the pinata?

This is NOT THAT SHOW.

Of Course it is.

It's not.

THIS IS AAAAAAALL THAT

THIS iS AAAAALLL

THAAAAAAT.

yeah.

HOW MUCH IS THIS GONNA COST???

Can we please have a stereotypically jewish accountant for this project?

On it.

Rodger.

What's up, guys.

Uh.

These are good.

…

…

…

Can you see us?

Yeah.

All of us.

I think so. Especially Amanda Bynes. Hey,

AMAND BYNES

—she KNOWS who I AM.

Duh.

WOO.

[takes a whippet]

Wow.

How are you not freaking out?!

I have cupcakes.

Fiar.

Besides, it's just a dream.

What?

I'm dreaming. None of this is real.

Uh–it's not a dream.

Maybe multiple dreams.

Ew.

Don't be gross.

I can be gross. It's my dream.

You don't understand.

No, you don't understand. Because you're in my dream;

But i'm dreaming. I'll probably just wake up in a couple of minutes when I'm finished with this cupcake…and really want cupcakes.

How did you even get here?!

What reality do you think this is?

It's not reality.

IT iS–REALITY.

THIS IS REAL.

FLASHBACK: HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA 2010

Woah, hold the phone.

Yes, I'll hold.

Nothing really matters anymore,

No more words, now

Try to lay down

Try to phaseout my

Drastic, disasterful thoughts

With croissants

And the words to a song,

Or a new work of art in

The Festival Project

I'm not God, yet;

I'm only his daughter

A doctor,

I work at the smokeshop

Look, go back to Hollywood–

Now you're a subject.

Went to Fame School,

But just started fame college

I'll need that doctorate to call

Drake and Josh up

–Honestly, don't come back.

I filled up half a chapter

(Don't want your autograph)

I wrote a paragraph after,

10 songs, and wanted a cocktail

For watching you

Buy your own canister

Jesus Almighty

And Kevin McCallister

Candidly answer a

Call from the darkness:

“Heaven Help Hollywood,

Please, Heaven Help Us.”

[The Festival Project]

[When it]

Turns out,

The bottom of your heart

Was the tip of the Ice Berg

And the whole ship has [s]unk[en],

[&] I[t]'s probably ice cold

At the bottom of the ocean;

I'll tell you where i'm from

Why,

I'll tell you anything for

About one dollar

Turns out,

I've already got one eye on you;

One eye'd sad heart

I should probably roll out my art on you

[I probably should not]

One man bought a kiss,

Another, a whole night from her–

One man bought a whole farm

The other, a Whole Foods Market

–and you can't even franchise those

Amazon's got a monopoly

We were playing for corners of earth,

All i got was some kandi,

Subscriptions to candidly,

Actually,

I really liked the tree trial

(I think i'll wait a week, sorry)

When it turns out

The world that you wanted

Was actually hours already

The dollar you got

Was also borrowed

And the money they wanted and got

Was just actually stolen from someone else

They bought all the food up

And sold it for profits

I promise this avocado

Once costs nothing at all

But you wanted that car for your daughter

She's got a mercedes and don't even drive it

My mom, on my honor

Of all the garages in Lost Lands,

I promise the owner of it was

The first to go last,

And the last to come home

Now he's on his own alter

And also the worshiper;

How do you go back?

Oh, you don't

Oh you don't

Oh, you don't wanna know that

But i was of course,

All of your rock bottoms

It's bottoms and tops, and

We don't let the top fall over,

We're counting up crumbs

And this muffin costs $24 dollars

Pour a whole bottle of coconut water out on the sidewalks

For the dead homies

Not dead in the general sense

But just in the head, the heart,

And the soul

The homeless are happier at McDonalds

Than asking at crossroads and crosswalks

For dollars I'd rather spend elsewhere

I'll avoid the power struggle at operations

for about 18 dollars and 56 sense

(Please, keep the pennies)

I'm feeling around in my 6th sense that there's

Something indecent, or decadent

Whichever it is

Cause i'm better of with the memory of it

Than actually dragging it in.

–I'm a cat again.

Ouch.

Shut up.

It HURTS.

Of course it hurts, you just had heart surgery without any anistetics.

YEah, but to be fair–that was a lot of acid.

Yes, but lucily* for you–

–or, for him–

Lucily for us, there's no lethal amount of acid.

–Ouch–

–Shut up.

That we know of.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

(whoever's above me)

broken soul tales--

--lost soul tapes

No, not the google documents!

GET IN THE HOLE.

Hm.

What.

Blood Shower

All along the watch tower

Do you feel good?

Do you?

Do you feel bad about this.

I do. I feel bad about this.

I forgot to tell you–

I should probably let you know that I just want to

MAN, FUCK THIS DUDE.

MA.

WAHT.

IT'S ON.

WHAt.

THE SHOW IS ON.

THEWHAT.

THE–

*suddenly self aware*

…I gotta get out of Boston.

What, first this was about war, now it's about bird people?

It's about a war WITH the bird people.

I should sleep.

Hahaha. No.

This isn't funny anymore.

At least it's over.

MA–

Oh, it's far from over.

Yo, i'm going through some crazy shit right now.

Spur of the moment

I'd never thought of it;

This is gonna take forever.

I don't have the patience

To even write this

I just want french fries right now

But been up for two days with no gym and

I'm on a diet.

GUAC TIME.

No, no burritos.

GUAC TIME.

Oh shit, this is getting real as fuck .

NOw i see it three ways.

I love it.

I hate it.

HEY, LET ME OUT.

GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, SKRILLEX.

I'M DILLON FRANCIS.

IN THE HOLE.

Check it out.

Huh.

It's another DJ.

*agrees*

Should we pick him up.

WEll, the good news is: I found your friend.

Oh, that's good.

The bad news is: He's dead.

Oh, that–'s … nice.

Yeah. It is.

Uh. Kaskade.

Yeah.

We gotta find Ryan.

Why. What's up?

You're freaking me out.

Why. What's up.

Nothing

IS it my eyes?

I–

*wild ass eyes*

Yeah, it's probably that.

Fuck dude, what did you do to deadmau5.

NOTHIN.

He's not the same.

What the fuck is that.

Holy shit I jus timejumped

Where the fuck are you going.

How the fuck could this happen?!

It COULDN'T.

Well, that's it then.

*shrugs*

Well, I guess we're just gonna have to go dig up Dillon Francis.

I guess so.

Do you think he's still alive.

Like, probably not–

Maybe…

No, probably not

@prodbywar& @Halmadeit

This amazon order took me nine hours

Alexa, I think i should fire her

Like a arm

I don't leave at night without armor

Don't make me a martyr

Your mom will be proud of us all

If i make it outta here

And i'll look after her

Got the whole block coming up on my heels as I walk

Wtf is it…

Idk dude.

Is it speeding up?

I…i think so.

There's no way this is 140

IT's 140.

It's 140 .

There's no way.

Yes way.

Nah huh.

Let me see.

No.

Let me at the decks.

Let me at the decks.

NO.

YO LET ME AT THE DECKS.

You want deks.

Yes.

I got deks.

Really.

yeus .

I never listened to it like this

In ableton

I read serato, synesthesia and rekordbox

I talk a lot,

I'm like a human music box

I walk a lot

I run my mouth a mile a minute

(faster than i run around the track reciting rap words)

Like they're passwords.

Oh, I could do this forever..

I wish i had i microphone right now

And was all alone

With the lights off

Lying on the floor

I'd be lying if i said I could afford you

Just to fornicate

But may consider playing with a foreigner

If you're all for her

I'm unnerved, you know

Cause i've been up so long

My monster likes to play with boys and

Make the bass go down below where

Nobody does anymore

Once I get a hold of things

Or the hang of it

You've got another hot ones on your hands

I've another record under my belt

Or in my roster,

Whatever you'd call it

But now I've got no time to bark about

Wanting a dog and a daughter

But none of the responsibility or

Going through all the trouble to find her a father

I'm still holding a fart in.

Reaally–cause–it's been a really long time.

WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT A LONG TIME, JIMMY FALLON??

Um a lot! You literally just saw me make the journey all the way up from nothing.

I am nothing

EXACTLY.

I don't have time to fight with you Jiimmy Fallon.

I did NOT write these games by myself you know?!

Um, excuse me– “GAMES” ?!

YES, GAMES.

Uh, I've only got one game with you in it, my friend.

Is that so!

One game that I've written with the Great–formerly LATE Jimmy Fallon.

Is that like a play on words cause i'm on late night TV

YOu'RE ON ALL THE TIME TV, JIMMY. NBC SHIT IS PRACTICALLY AUTOMATICALLY SYNDICATED.

-_-

…are you alright.

–_-_-__-_

Hold on, I think i've got it

Nice, I found a growler.

yOu still haven't got all the monsters and sprites

Ive got all the big ones, but the little ones are harder to catch.

GrO0Wl3rrr.

Aww.

He's so ugly.

Yeah, but cute, though, right.

I don't think so.

Gro)WwlErrrrrrrrr.

Aww.

That's so fucking gross.

lol . so what does this thing look like.

Well, that't the thing about the monsters and sprites.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

It's alright, it's alright–he's nice.

WHAT. THAT'S A SPRITE.

No, it's a monster. He's just scary.

SUPACREE.

David Bowie. What up.

God, it took me ages to find you.

Tell me about it. I'm still trying.

We've been expecting you for a long time.

You were expecting I'd die?

Yes.

So when she says she's “married to the music…”

I'm married to the music.

Oh, so.

Yo, honestly if you een want to talk to this bitch, you'd better have like a musical instrument, or a mic in your hands,

Otherwise–

No, getawayfrom me.

It's not even worth it.

HI.

–No.

What's up?

Tempo.

SUNNI

Cotour

From the store

I was poor

Now i'm honorable

In velour,

Glamour (Snap)

Forsure,

Jesus Christs is

making appearances in my abletons

I'm not able to comprehend or understand exactly the message,

But the evidence sire is mounting

Get it

Reached the temple,

More of a sanctuary,

Is that sacrilegious

I guess it is,

I'm stresses as ever

Trying to get it to gether

I'm way too tired for a remix;

All i really want is some fries that are french

And some thighs that are thick

Like mine to sit on

like five or six dicks

Pick up up like chopped sticks

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

What comes up

Must come down

Have fun while it lasts

I'll look back and laugh at this

Not gonna lie

I love gayness

And anus

I was born this way

And I been the same since

Day one

Ain't nothin else but the greatest

I hate this

And hate red now

I hate Instagram

Have fun with the fake bitches

And twigs

The FKA twigses

I get it,

You like skinny bitches

What man doesn't

Huh Sonny

Your insecurity's showing

I'm fat and black

You're like 5'1

Life sucks sometimes

Sometimes things get complicated

Good luck at the Grammy's

I ain't watching

But I kinda feel like you already won it

Cause I used to want it for ya

And everyone forgot what dubstep was

You're number one

But one is the loneliest number

So I doubled myself from it

And then went on to duplicate the whole world

(The one without you in it)

Drop you from my mixes

Another drop of blood and tears over you

I pull a rose apart

I'm seeing red now

See what I go through

Code blue used to love

But act like I don't even know you

Or wanna blow you

Cause you tried to own me

I see red

I did what you did

Fuck an end

This is infinite

I been in it

Been blue since

Been stuck in your head

Now I feel better

I'm going to dinner with Dillon

(And his @girlfriend”)

I'm just BBC a bitter nigger

Go figure though

I got Kayla Lauren fitness

Under layers of genetics

Brownies keep the ass gelatinous

Facts—

The AB's are flat as shit

Even after twins

Plus another son

Now I'm all fucked up

Sonny wants em brand new

Well fuck you

Red-blue

Blū are you stupid?

No!

I used to be

Then supacree served me

Humble pie

And humility

She's good at baking

Good at taking pictures

(And dick pics)

But she isn't me

I just wonder why I'm hungry

But I been at the gym since three

And it's about to be closing

Shit

I might never be

A celebrity

stay in celibacy

Till I'm famous enough

To make friends

With the greatest

Which may just

Be never

Thanks to the Asians

And latinas

Hey,

It's a hierarchy of racism

But I get it

All these black women

Are mad at me

Cause their weaves

Be looking like the hair that comes out of my head naturally

DEMON

YOU GIT THE RIGHT ONE.

SUPACREE

OH! YOURE GONNA BITE ME?!?

I had bite marks for like four weeks.

Weak from pizza and fighting demons

I'm sick of it,

Sick of not being human enough to

HVe fun at nothing

And never being enough for my son

Fuck Sonny

I don't even wanna watch TV

Everybody wants to talk to me

LIKE,

ILLUMINATI

SUPACREE! SUPACREE!

No.

ILLUMINATI

FINE, BE SUNNI BLU THEN

NO.

Why.

My ex husband is trying to murder me, and he thinks I'M SUNNI BLŪ.

ILLUMINATI

brb

OH.

Is that what happened.

Look, I gotta take care of something.

What.

If I told you, it would ruin the whole thing.

Fuck, I gotta do a rewrite.

SATAN

FIGHT ME.

JESUS

No, my guy.

SATAN

WHY NOT.

JESUS

Because I always win.

SATAN.

Not this time.

JESUS

Every time, that's how it goes, dude.

SATAN

Not this time…you'll see.

JESUS

*shrugs nonchalantly*

SATAN

*coughs^

Hm.

SATAN/COUGHING PERSON

*coughing obnoxiously*

Ok. That's gross.

COUGHING PEOPLE/SATAN.

*coughing extremely obnoxiously*

Stop it.

SATAN IS COUGHING PEOPLE

KNOCK IT OFF.

SATAN

See, I told you.

I'm not fighting the devil

You kind of have to.

No I don't.

Do you want the job, or not?

No!

Too bad, you got the job!

Goddammit, I just wanna fuck this Skrillex dude.

Like I said.

You said I had to fight the devil.

JESUS

[eating pizza]

That's the devil.

No it's not! It's just Skrillex.

JESUS

No, that's Satan, I'll show you.

SKRILKEX BEING SKRILLEX.

TGE MEXICAN SKRILLEX

MORE SKRILLEX.

*crying*

JESUS

[still eating pizza].

See, I told you.

Ok.

JESUS

I'm always right.

Ok.

JESUS

*nonchalontly* shrugs.

*nonchalantly*

No, that doesn't look right.

Oh well. edit it later. Keep writing.

Ok.

The devil is obnoxious

God is nonchalant/

Balance in the opposites, as

Opposites attract, and

Like attracts like, but

Polars are polars,

I'm of no importantce at all

Cause I'm back and homeless

You're white as it gets

And acting Hispanic

I can laugh at that

Cause your soul is black

And your eyes are brown

To match all the shit your full of

Hay is for horses

And hey, that's no fair

I see bears everywhere

Like I'm haunted

But honest,

I'm over love

I just want a body

I told you,

I'm not supacree

Cause supacree is what love is

And I'm guessing she went to find Skrillex

Or Sonny

Whichever one has it head on

And still has a heart

Not under command

By Illuminati

Who wouldn't want me

High enough up

To become a doctor

If you're watching me from afar

Or stalking me coughing m

Look at God, cause

That's what I got

I can wait for love

Till the next part

That go complicated

(I just want a body)

I like the song complications

(That's a nice once)

I like red balls

Never blue ones

I was blu/e once

Now I do lunch

With the Gods

When I nod off

Whatever you want

I'm just not her

Dad likes blondes

And Dillon like red heads I guess

Blue eyes do tel lies

Just enough times for me to right this

But in the right way

It's just another night with a knife in my back

In the life after

I was a wife

And time traveled backwards

With the

Fists

Idk, I lost my mind after that.

I learned to write and not cry about it

I take the tale of the dead man's chest

X marks the spot next on the guest list

I guess

But damn.

I haven't laughed hard enough to orgasm—

Blame it on the acid

And Dillon Francis

I had a heart attack

I guess that's what this is—

An art attack

I'd take it back

Tit for tat

If TiTs was bad

But it's like Wonderland

…with dancers.

(Yeah. Keep it classy.)

I love Random Album

But there's songs I gotta skip

And I get that I'll be alone anyway

For the rest of the days that I live

Whether I'm without you or with

Cause you are just

My other half

Whatever man.

I'm honestly just done with being fucked with

Falling in love, then being shoved out of it

By fucking Sonny

I guess I suffer the consequences

Of complications

I love a compilation

—oh, that's where I know Kayla Lauren from.

A porn star.

Ahem.

Fitness model

Ahem

Podcaster

(But only after I started mine so)

Find me!

Throw up your signs

And fine me for being this fine

I'll find a way to die

Or at least get to the next life

Where I'm wife material

For the right guy

On the right side

Of a race war and

—be a whole girl

Cause I'm so androgynous it hurts

It's always her

I guess the curse worked

I almost feel bad for reversing it

(But I don't.)

Enjoy the world.

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The Eighth Season

stuff I gotta do volume II