For Colored Girls Who've Completed Suicide:
The Afterlife At The End of The Rainbow
Had I exacted this science,
I wouldn't be honored as such
Just a disheartened philosopher,
A nonpartisan biocentric;
Listen, I'm learning my lessons and levels
How long do i have to keep doing this for?
Now even looking for something to watch became a writing assignment.
–and somehow, without even touching my mango, my keyboard was already sticky.
Try not to hold your breath.
*holding breath/ attempting to block telepathy.*
*attempt to block telepathy had failed*
*squinting exactly alike*
The eyes really are windows…
Maybe I should jump out then.
Alright, I need something to take my mind off this project.
How much acid did you put in the water.
Remarkable, what the love of a teenaged girl can do.
I wouldn't quite call it that.
I don't think we should be doing this.
Ah come on! Now Johnny Depp?
So wait. How the fuck exactly old is this lady?
Really, really fucking old.
Okay, I have to talk to this Goddess.
It appears she has procured a body!
I must do the same! At once!
*sigh of deep frustration, facepalm*
*falls into a deep unconscious of out sheer bewilderment*
She bought a what a Whole Foods Market?
(In public, trying not to be heard)
A penis shaped sweet potato.
A– penis shaped sweet potato.
A PENIS-SHAPED SWEET POTATO.
(Everyone stops and stares)
He's a rock and roll sex God
I've gotta get out of this
I gotta get out of this project.
Well, how'd you get into it in the first place ?
I don't know. I think i really tied one on at some party, I must have really been on one, i don't remember a thing.
Listen, Ill make it quicK:
Do you have a deathclock on this guy, or what.
That's all I want to know.
If i could tell you “when” then it wouldn't be a deathclock, would it.
–if you can't give me the when–at least give me the how.
If i can't give you the “when”, what exactly makes you think I can give you the “How”
You're a disgusting excuse for a human being.
UGH. I can't spend another minute with that WOMAN.
Well, that's your grandmother, so
Whatever. You exist because she exists.
Existed. She was dead before I was born!
Actually, that's not true.
…Ever had your palm read before.
Fuck that I'm not writing this scene,
It wouldn't be the most horrible thing you'd ever written.
No, but it's one of the most horrible things i've ever thought about,
It's the fact I even thought about it that scares me.
Have you ever thought about dating a writer?
I dated a writer once in college.
I was in college. He was a writer.
Hm. I almost forgot about that.
Nothing, really. He was great. The only problem was…
Flashback: Wait, you're 17.
…or like, a couple months…
…or like–midnight on your birthday!
Well, New Hollywood is a whole different story
My level is indifference,
Benevolence, inward violence
Ending obsessions and arrangements,
Incessant sexual repression,
–Of the world i've never lived in,
Haven't made a decision on whether
And it's just been a minute
I haven't mentioned his name in a minute, but
I should stay clear, is it
I cant even see movies anymore
All i hear is conversations
Closed conversations with critics
Must have build new york for me,
From consciousness or something
Sometimes just apartment hunting is
Simply avigation and, of course
It's just a 3D phenomenon,
But all I want is just a hug,
I've been stuck at concentrical
Stopped at Columbus Circle, and
The fonder of the west I am
The girls scream in the audience,
Keep them all away from me,
I'll love them at a distance
I only want the music, anyway
All anyone knows about her, really
The only think she knows, anymore
Holy shit, the early 2000's were corny af
YOU DON'T THINK EVERY ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAS A SCREENPLAY IN THEIR BACK POCKET.
Well he's in the credits.
Yeah, but do you think even his mother is going to sit this long after the movie is over to see that guys name because he was a–what the fuck
I don't know, Mr. Hollywood.
Oh, right, I'm Mr. Hollywood.
If it was, would I be it?
I mean, you'd at least be the poster child.
Holy shit, the 90's was RAW.
Okay, so your childhood is terrifying.
Just wait till we get to the
*More inconsolable screaming*
After a few days of layering m usual favorite isocronic tones, it appeared that someone or something elsewhere was attempting to made contact–and though I could't isolate which frequency exactly it was coming from, it usually came in the form of music or some other source, rather what was usually hidden in between th concentrated tones themselves–however, the music always seemed far away, so far awa that it sounded as if it was being played through a tin can, merely connected to another–my own ears–with a string.
Or like, I don't know–some other humans with like, a radio tower or satellite, some shit. I don't know.
Lol. maybe you're the alien.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.
We know you know where it is.
So you do know what it is
OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT IT IS: And it's RIDICULOUS you think i would be hiding it.
I n I T I A T I N G S H R INkING SEQUEnCE In 5
You have to take a shot every time she eats a banana.
Go that way, with your children.
WHAT! He has more kids than me!
Yes. Astonishingly, however the same percentage of them are black.
Wait, where are you going.
AN ENORMOUS AUDITORIUM is filled to capacity with children of all ages, shapes, and sizes, colors, creeds, genders, and otherwise–but they all seem to have something quirkily in common.
How does he have more kids than me?!
There's still busses pulling up.
Oh, that's just the guest of honor.
SKRILLEX thinks he is preforming a charity benefit concert.
WElcome to Jack In The Box
Welcome to Hack In the Crack–what are you hacking?
Gimme three juicy squirtalicious tacos.
Suit yourself. Best tacos ever.
I think i might be getting tired, or something.
Right…tired, “or something.”
But it's safe to say, all I can think about sometimes is getting railed.
Now check it out, that's where she respawns.
Fuck I hate this map. Fuck I hate this map.
You wanna see a world class superstar fall out of alignment?
You applied on indeed, right?
NO. You're a paparazzi, dressed as a janitor.
(it is a cheap disposable)
You get any good pictures, we'll talk about a nikon.
Can't I just use my iPhone?
Depends. Do you want your iPhone smashed?
“The Bad Boys Of Hollywood”
the gathering of this ingenuine group of elites causes a frenzy and stir amongst the masses as they appear, cross-dimensionally to have been reborn into stardom, mysteriously gaining controversy and mass fandom, to which no bounds can be seen as to the unstartlingly political incorrectness.
I'm gonna need you to do me a favor.
Don't ever look at me again.
If i could take my eyes out, I would.
No, need–I can do it for you.
Under the indifferential circumstances–
I'm not as partial to making excuses as
–as to what? Kissing ass?
Let it settle in, way down below deck
Where the honor rollers are,
The high rollers, far above you
You wanna know how long the ride is?
Wanna know how far you've come
If i could throw you overboard, I'd trust you
Another dinner with a friend
I dont know, if i want to know you
I dont love like I want to love but
I watched him raise the dead,
I don't know if you've been told, but
I don't love like I want to love, and
Just so i can have a friend
I live in a haunted house
But the old cat's gone, now
the mouse tends to travel a lot
Over her bottom lip she runs her tongue
The stars on his face remind her of him
Would you leave me to wake
(A M ercedes emblem to hang around my neck,
I tried to settle on subtle saffron
Do you ever wonder about philosophy?
Do you ever wonder if anyone's watching you
(I'm just a ghost in a mansion)
I haven't even had breakfast
I've practically been dead half a century
I sold the whole eiffel tower on craigslist
I lost that bet, you know.
How do you lose a bet to Dillon Francis?
He lost the bet but won the race.
Okay. Who the fuck wrote this.
I thought Beyonce was your God.
That which binds up through time
The chemical, physical and biological nature of love
An exploration of the meaning of meaning
1st, Second, and Third Movement
Nice, I finally get to use a didgeridoo
That sounds more like a french horn
“Jimmy Fallon and The Impenetrable Ten”
Well, not entirely Impenetrable
MAYA RUDOLPH (or whoever)
No. His untimely death is later.
Dillon, if you spend $20 on Magic, I'm going to kill you.
Haha, If i spend $20 on magic,it's very likely someone else is going to kill me.
Ooh. Is this getting close to the part where
WHY ARE WE MOVING BACKWARDS THROUGH TIME.
BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO BACKWARDS.
But really you can't see me
Can't take it to deep on w sweetie keyboard
Ain't tryna be gory Corey
Fine! fuckin fuck Drew Barrymore, then!
Work harder and more often
Fuck love and whole foods cause they
We must burn this at once.
[Remarkably huge bonfire.]
Intentionally focused, configurative
Ugh, that might be the last thing I ever write about him.
You could move a mountain;
It was a long, long drive
(Or maybe, I just miss the sunshine)
You could move a mountain
Keep me from going insane
Keep me from going outside
(if I was in, though, you'd)
I'm back from having summer standing under subtle waters
I wouldn't want to want you,
if i wondered more about it
Nothing wants what nothing gets
Nothing moves mountains, but
In a flash, and
I turned the tide on
I've been waiting for Godot
I finally fell out of love
Maybe it's a breakfast in bed kind of moment
I've been waking up with someone,
But going in the world alone, eh
It's never run to remember where you've been
You would think with so much in my system
I'd have reached indifference,
In fact, I'm still tying one one,
Well perhaps, just perhaps,
It might be time that I let you go then?
Don't be so chauvinistic.
Hasn't this been discussed at several other functions
FUCK, I COULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG FOREVER.
But i see it's percussive
If I could give less of a fuck
How many wishes I've granted
that I've written through
Sitting on busses and subways
Looking suspicious as ever
and probably smelling atrocious.
…I'm not using that shower.
I thought I'd be more employable
But it seems as though
The more there is
–the number of spirits I've risen
I've got more friends that died
It's been a very long year
But I fucked it off quickly
I'll never listen to Skrillex again
I've been training over a year
I've been waiting for Godot
Since the year that I wrote it
I've been wearing these bracelets for years
Still haven't seen frozen,
This is all a distraction
The underground is massive
I want an erroneous daughter
These prostitutes have Graduate degrees with honors
I got a smile like Madonna's
But none of the love at all
I got a back end like Beyonce's
But just some of the talent
If i'm cellibate, anyhow?”
I just hope that's not a euphemism for lesbianism
Not that i'm intolerant, it's just that
It's impossible to whitewash all of us
Look: It's a S i T uATiO NA L C0MEDy.
SO, THIS IS THE SITUATION:
I could hold it on chopsticks
You ever wonder what love is
I'm having a hard time holding it all in
I've got colorful emotional troubles
I was apartment hunting and I got off the train in midtown–
Technically the upper west side, but, you know, Midtown
So i get off the train and I get ready to cross the street:
I'm like Oh, Awesome–Trader Joes; Maybe this is the right neighborhood
So i gotta use the bathroom anyway, so I head towards trader joes
No, not a cage.
It was like–a bird box
Like, straight up parakeets.
Then, before I can even look up–
This dude–I just see his leg, though,
He just– kicks the box of birds.
Like, towards me, and i'm like
Now i got a box of birds at my feet on this busy ass corner in midtown manhattan
And I look up at the guy, who kicked the box of birds,
Yes, I say this, out loud, in Midtown manhattan
Cause it's not just a bowl of birds
Just kickin it, in this dudes bowl.
And then i cross into trader joes.
“Yep, right neighborhood.”
Alright, here's the plan.
I'm your worst nightmare.
Dillon Francis is everyone's worst nightmare: He's a good looking white dude with too much money. He's literally like 8 Billion People's worst nightmare.
GET OUT OF HERE, COLONIZER.
DILLON FRANCIS is trapped in the hood.
Try being famous over here! Motherfucker!
Look, I don't even like you like that!
That's okay—-but I still want to suck your cock and that's not gonna change.
I just might watch porn in the morning.
Come on, 6:30, roll the fuck around.
Wait, Which one is the Brown eyed dillon francis.
He's the trustworthy one.
Well good luck with that.
(The one that doesn't exist.)
I didn't take the train today;
I thought I was going to jump
Thought i'd better play it safe
Filled up my shopping cart,
Might not look my best but
She's got the gift of gab
Grew up two blocks from here
But love, my heart's so broken
I'm gonna smoke your seamen* out of a nektar collector.
That shit is like crack to me.
I don't have any guesses.
I tried to find you, after all, didn't I
I might have designed you
(On second thought I did)
can't apologize for being human, but
I wear your eyes all over the world
I wear the memories of many girls
Sure, I've been subway surfing, wondering
There's so much to learn from
And too much to learn here
I've been fighting off demons,
I might double back though–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the first place
To find that we haven't quite met yet
At least not the right way
I've got other plans today
But if I can't be like that
Brought it up at the wrong time
I wasn't one for improper introductions
Or impromptu arrangements
So better not whine about it
I wake up in a pile full of rocks;
I guess it's better than a puddle of blood,
I've been alone, not lonely
And never alone as long as I like
Cause they all just surround me
Now I know what it's like to be famous
Without all the money and glamour–
Turns out, that's the part that alluring
I'd better find out what I did this for
I'll be soaked to my torso exactly
I learned to cope by narrowing down all my options
I got worse at making up stories
I didn't have to make them up at all
They were happening to me
Quite astonishing literally
But I got bored of running and still not looking like Kayla Lauren
I wouldn't bring it up, except
The photographic evidence was damaging
At least Dillon Francis has no audacity as such
—I've never even been on an album cover.
Well, now that I think about it, if I haven't believed in coincidences
At first glance, a sonogram
I'll probably make a list of
Weird shit I want to do with him
When I think of it in public
(That's usually where it happens)
And if anything is random
Dillon Francis broke up with his girlfriend to be with me.
We were best friends and got along really well. Went hiking in a beautiful park with crystal clear water and gorgeous ruins—
Fell in the water and got my phone wet but it was in an otter box.
I felt guilty about his girlfriend a feared they would get back together—
But he was over her and super loyal to me —
It all started when I tried to crawl into a giant bed to give Sonny a blowjob:
Sonny was sleeping alone and Dillon was sleeping with his girlfriend—
Dillon decided he wanted the blowjob;
I refused because I would not let him cheat on his girlfriend;
So he broke it off with her—
There was no blowjob but Dillon and I ended up together.
Sonny disappeared like he never existed anyway.
Dillon and I were happy together and never fought. We were very in love.
It was just a dream but still good to see Dillon.
Lmfao wtf is wrong with you
It made a difffetent sound from further away, and better yet, an actual sound up close—I had been enamored enough walking by to move towards the lights after I was sure that my laundry was as close to complete as possible, but —
A clock stops me in my tracks
A Starbucks cup not in the trash lies in the ground
Making it harder to ponder
The underworld, unnerved of the undeserving
The servicemen and servers of the surface
Boughroughs further than Manhattan
Bro, I love the cops in New York
All the cops in the east are bar none top notch
I went to a show in Miami once and I was walking this really long walk between one part of the venue and another
I will never forget this like, line of cops that were like along the path and every single one of them was model hot
I'm almost wish I was because I couldn't help myself from looking
That's not even the worst part!
the worst part was, they were looking back at me!
“what the fuck is going on with these cops?! “
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going cry–
So instead of running two miles on the treadmill
But I still wanted to punch something.
I've been worried i'll plateau at the benchpress, the more I keep running…
I'd rather weighless, and have a man,
Than keep lifting like this,
Sometimes I'm worried I might be turning into one.
Sometimes, depending on the way I dress,
Give off an air of general confusion.
But I don't mind. Not that much.
I'm no naturally designed to attract the kind of men I like.
It might take a bit of maintenance,
But i'm determined to persist
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have been born a beautiful woman.
But maybe, if i'm lucky, or if I try hard enough,
I'll have an idea of what it's like to have become one.
I'm counting my blessings.
that the longer, harder, and faster I run,
The closer I get to actually living.
I wish I could take my eyes out and wash them wit soap.
I wish i didn't know you existed;
Didn't know how to love you
I opened up all of the wrong doors,
I'm not really good at nothing
I wish i didn't know at all
And I'm just rolling along,
writing anthems, and carrying on
as if everything happened at once
I'm still breaking my neck on the alter
I've got a dagger full of them;
You'd think i had it backwards,
If it were the other way around
I don't want to love anyone, anymore, God
Throw me head first overboard
Push me in front of a bus;
Or give me a heart attack
I've had it harder before,
I could write forever to this
I put the book with the devil on front
A collection of noveelties
settle, way below the belt
But I'll never firget what you said
I'll nevr forget what you said
And I'll never look back, dad
And I'll never go back ther
And I'll neve have blue eyes
And I'll never have blonde hair
And I'll never have white skin
At least not at this partl
The party i wasnt invited to
But not quite pathological
But the girl was obnoxious
Now that Ive been determined to be an deplorable
Why not just kill myself?
Getting paid by the hour.
It was all in my head, anyway
It's a dangerous game we play
But i'd rather not kill myself over you
I'd rather not kill myself again
I'd rather not kill myself
Since I don't believe in them
But I could be getting my lines crossed
And getting my ass whooped more often
It was metaphysical before,
This night'll be a lot longer
But I wanna look like Madonna!
(minus, of course, the minor difference between us)
I hadn't understood what an age gap meant,
(hardee har har, that's a good one)
I'm not even in my body right now;
Just not being blonde enough
Or just not being wanted, or something
At least i'm playing something!
All these instruments are just too expensive
Photosensitive epilepsy and synestesia
But I said “till death do us part”
So i think that's what I need
I thought my suicide ended it
But I'd end it over and over again
Fuck, man, Madonna's gonna kill—
For Colored Girls Who've Completed Suicide:
The Afterlife At The End of The Rainbow
Had I exacted this science,
I wouldn't be honored as such
Just a disheartened philosopher,
A nonpartisan biocentric;
Listen, I'm learning my lessons and levels
How long do i have to keep doing this for?
Now even looking for something to watch became a writing assignment.
–and somehow, without even touching my mango, my keyboard was already sticky.
Try not to hold your breath.
*holding breath/ attempting to block telepathy.*
*attempt to block telepathy had failed*
*squinting exactly alike*
The eyes really are windows…
Maybe I should jump out then.
Alright, I need something to take my mind off this project.
How much acid did you put in the water.
Remarkable, what the love of a teenaged girl can do.
I wouldn't quite call it that.
I don't think we should be doing this.
Ah come on! Now Johnny Depp?
So wait. How the fuck exactly old is this lady.
Really, really fucking old.
Okay, I have to talk to this Goddess.
It appears she has procured a body!
I must do the same! At once!
*sigh of deep frustration, facepalm*
*falls into a deep unconscious of out sheer bewilderment*
She bought a what a Whole Foods Market?
(In public, trying not to be heard)
A penis shaped sweet potato.
A– penis shaped sweet potato.
A PENIS-SHAPED SWEET POTATO.
(Everyone stops and stares)
He's a rock and roll sex God
I've gotta get out of this
I gotta get out of this project.
Well, how'd you get into it in the first place ?
I don't know. I think i really tied one on at some party, I must have really been on one, i don't remember a thing.
Listen, Ill make it quicK:
Do you have a deathclock on this guy, or what.
That's all I want to know.
If i could tell you “when” then it wouldn't be a deathclock, would it.
–if you can't give me the when–at least give me the how.
If i can't give you the “when”, what exactly makes you think I can give you the “How”
You're a disgusting excuse for a human being.
UGH. I can't spend another minute with that WOMAN.
Well, that's your grandmother, so
Whatever. You exist because she exists.
Existed. She was dead before I was born!
Actually, that's not true.
…Ever had your palm read before.
Fuck that I'm not writing this scene,
It wouldn't be the most horrible thing you'd ever written.
No, but it's one of the most horrible things i've ever thought about,
It's the fact I even thought about it that scares me.
Have you ever thought about dating a writer?
I dated a writer once in college.
I was in college. He was a writer.
Hm. I almost forgot about that.
Nothing, really. He was great. The only problem was…
Flashback: Wait, you're 17.
…or like, a couple months…
…or like–midnight on your birthday!
Well, New Hollywood is a whole different story
My level is indifference,
Benevolence, inward violence
Ending obsessions and arrangements,
Incessant sexual repression,
–Of the world i've never lived in,
Haven't made a decision on whether
And it's just been a minute
I haven't mentioned his name in a minute, but
I should stay clear, is it
I cant even see movies anymore
All i hear is conversations
Closed conversations with critics
Must have build new york for me,
From consciousness or something
Sometimes just apartment hunting is
Simply avigation and, of course
It's just a 3D phenomenon,
But all I want is just a hug,
I've been stuck at concentrical
Stopped at Columbus Circle, and
The fonder of the west I am
The girls scream in the audience,
Keep them all away from me,
I'll love them at a distance
I only want the music, anyway
All anyone knows about her, really
The only think she knows, anymore
Holy shit, the early 2000's were corny af
YOU DON'T THINK EVERY ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAS A SCREENPLAY IN THEIR BACK POCKET.
Well he's in the credits.
Yeah, but do you think even his mother is going to sit this long after the movie is over to see that guys name because he was a–what the fuck
I don't know, Mr. Hollywood.
Oh, right, I'm Mr. Hollywood.
If it was, would I be it?
I mean, you'd at least be the poster child.
Holy shit, the 90's was RAW.
Okay, so your childhood is terrifying.
Just wait till we get to the
*More inconsolable screaming*
After a few days of layering m usual favorite isocronic tones, it appeared that someone or something elsewhere was attempting to made contact–and though I could't isolate which frequency exactly it was coming from, it usually came in the form of music or some other source, rather what was usually hidden in between th concentrated tones themselves–however, the music always seemed far away, so far awa that it sounded as if it was being played through a tin can, merely connected to another–my own ears–with a string.
Or like, I don't know–some other humans with like, a radio tower or satellite, some shit. I don't know.
Lol. maybe you're the alien.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.
We know you know where it is.
So you do know what it is
OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT IT IS: And it's RIDICULOUS you think i would be hiding it.
I n I T I A T I N G S H R INkING SEQUEnCE In 5
You have to take a shot every time she eats a banana.
Go that way, with your children.
WHAT! He has more kids than me!
Yes. Astonishingly, however the same percentage of them are black.
Wait, where are you going.
AN ENORMOUS AUDITORIUM is filled to capacity with children of all ages, shapes, and sizes, colors, creeds, genders, and otherwise–but they all seem to have something quirkily in common.
How does he have more kids than me?!
There's still busses pulling up.
Oh, that's just the guest of honor.
SKRILLEX thinks he is preforming a charity benefit concert.
WElcome to Jack In The Box
Welcome to Hack In the Crack–what are you hacking?
Gimme three juicy squirtalicious tacos.
Suit yourself. Best tacos ever.
I think i might be getting tired, or something.
Right…tired, “or something.”
But it's safe to say, all I can think about sometimes is getting railed.
Now check it out, that's where she respawns.
Fuck I hate this map. Fuck I hate this map.
You wanna see a world class superstar fall out of alignment?
You applied on indeed, right?
NO. You're a paparazzi, dressed as a janitor.
(it is a cheap disposable)
You get any good pictures, we'll talk about a nikon.
Can't I just use my iPhone?
Depends. Do you want your iPhone smashed?
“The Bad Boys Of Hollywood”
the gathering of this ingenuine group of elites causes a frenzy and stir amongst the masses as they appear, cross-dimensionally to have been reborn into stardom, mysteriously gaining controversy and mass fandom, to which no bounds can be seen as to the unstartlingly political incorrectness.
I'm gonna need you to do me a favor.
Don't ever look at me again.
If i could take my eyes out, I would.
No, need–I can do it for you.
Under the indifferential circumstances–
I'm not as partial to making excuses as
–as to what? Kissing ass?
Let it settle in, way down below deck
Where the honor rollers are,
The high rollers, far above you
You wanna know how long the ride is?
Wanna know how far you've come
If i could throw you overboard, I'd trust you
Another dinner with a friend
I dont know, if i want to know you
I dont love like I want to love but
I watched him raise the dead,
I don't know if you've been told, but
I don't love like I want to love, and
Just so i can have a friend
I live in a haunted house
But the old cat's gone, now
the mouse tends to travel a lot
Over her bottom lip she runs her tongue
The stars on his face remind her of him
Would you leave me to wake
(A M ercedes emblem to hang around my neck,
I tried to settle on subtle saffron
Do you ever wonder about philosophy?
Do you ever wonder if anyone's watching you
(I'm just a ghost in a mansion)
I haven't even had breakfast
I've practically been dead half a century
I sold the whole eiffel tower on craigslist
I lost that bet, you know.
How do you lose a bet to Dillon Francis?
He lost the bet but won the race.
Okay. Who the fuck wrote this.
I thought Beyonce was your God.
That which binds up through time
The chemical, physical and biological nature of love
An exploration of the meaning of meaning
1st, Second, and Third Movement
Nice, I finally get to use a didgeridoo
That sounds more like a french horn
Jimmy Fallon and The Impenetrable Ten
Well, not entirely Impenetrable
MAYA RUDOLPH (or whoever)
No. His untimely death is later.
Dillon, if you spend $20 on Magic, I'm going to kill you.
Haha, If i spend $20 on magic,it's very likely someone else is going to kill me.
Ooh. Is this getting close to the part where
WHY ARE WE MOVING BACKWARDS THROUGH TIME.
BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO BACKWARDS.
But really you can't see me
Can't take it to deep on w sweetie keyboard
Ain't tryna be gory Corey
Fine! fuckin fuck Drew Barrymore, then!
Work harder and more often
Fuck love and whole foods cause they
We must burn this at once.
[Remarkably huge bonfire.]
Intentionally focused, configurative
Ugh, that might be the last thing I ever write about him.
You could move a mountain;
It was a long, long drive
(Or maybe, I just miss the sunshine)
You could move a mountain
Keep me from going insane
Keep me from going outside
(if I was in, though, you'd)
I'm back from having summer standing under subtle waters
I wouldn't want to want you,
if i wondered more about it
Nothing wants what nothing gets
Nothing moves mountains, but
In a flash, and
I turned the tide on
I've been waiting for Godot
I finally fell out of love
Maybe it's a breakfast in bed kind of moment
I've been waking up with someone,
But going in the world alone, eh
It's never run to remember where you've been
You would think with so much in my system
I'd have reached indifference,
In fact, I'm still tying one one,
Well perhaps, just perhaps,
It might be time that I let you go then?
Don't be so chauvinistic.
Hasn't this been discussed at several other functions
FUCK, I COULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG FOREVER.
But i see it's percussive
If I could give less of a fuck
How many wishes I've granted
that I've written through
Sitting on busses and subways
Looking suspicious as ever
and probably smelling atrocious.
…I'm not using that shower.
I thought I'd be more employable
But it seems as though
The more there is
–the number of spirits I've risen
I've got more friends that died
It's been a very long year
But I fucked it off quickly
I'll never listen to Skrillex again
I've been training over a year
I've been waiting for Godot
Since the year that I wrote it
I've been wearing these bracelets for years
Still haven't seen frozen,
This is all a distraction
The underground is massive
I want an erroneous daughter
These prostitutes have Graduate degrees with honors
I got a smile like Madonna's
But none of the love at all
I got a back end like Beyonce's
But just some of the talent
If i'm cellibate, anyhow?”
I just hope that's not a euphemism for lesbianism
Not that i'm intolerant, it's just that
It's impossible to whitewash all of us
Look: It's a S i T uATiO NA L C0MEDy.
SO, THIS IS THE SITUATION:
I could hold it on chopsticks
You ever wonder what love is
I'm having a hard time holding it all in
I've got colorful emotional troubles
I was apartment hunting and I got off the train in midtown–
Technically the upper west side, but, you know, Midtown
So i get off the train and I get ready to cross the street:
I'm like Oh, Awesome–Trader Joes; Maybe this is the right neighborhood
So i gotta use the bathroom anyway, so I head towards trader joes
No, not a cage.
It was like–a bird box
Like, straight up parakeets.
Then, before I can even look up–
This dude–I just see his leg, though,
He just– kicks the box of birds.
Like, towards me, and i'm like
Now i got a box of birds at my feet on this busy ass corner in midtown manhattan
And I look up at the guy, who kicked the box of birds,
Yes, I say this, out loud, in Midtown manhattan
Cause it's not just a bowl of birds
Just kickin it, in this dudes bowl.
And then i cross into trader joes.
“Yep, right neighborhood.”
Alright, here's the plan.
I'm your worst nightmare.
Dillon Francis is everyone's worst nightmare: He's a good looking white dude with too much money. He's literally like 8 Billion People's worst nightmare.
GET OUT OF HERE, COLONIZER.
DILLON FRANCIS is trapped in the hood.
Try being famous over here! Motherfucker!
Look, I don't even like you like that!
That's okay—-but I still want to suck your cock and that's not gonna change.
I just might watch porn in the morning.
Come on, 6:30, roll the fuck around.
Wait, Which one is the Brown eyed dillon francis.
He's the trustworthy one.
Well good luck with that.
(The one that doesn't exist.)
I didn't take the train today;
I thought I was going to jump
Thought i'd better play it safe
Filled up my shopping cart,
Might not look my best but
She's got the gift of gab
Grew up two blocks from here
But love, my heart's so broken
I'm gonna smoke your seamen* out of a nektar collector.
That shit is like crack to me.
I don't have any guesses.
I tried to find you, after all, didn't I
I might have designed you
(On second thought I did)
can't apologize for being human, but
I wear your eyes all over the world
I wear the memories of many girls
Sure, I've been subway surfing, wondering
There's so much to learn from
And too much to learn here
I've been fighting off demons,
I might double back though–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the first place
To find that we haven't quite met yet
At least not the right way
I've got other plans today
But if I can't be like that
Brought it up at the wrong time
I wasn't one for improper introductions
Or impromptu arrangements
So better not whine about it
I wake up in a pile full of rocks;
I guess it's better than a puddle of blood,
I've been alone, not lonely
And never alone as long as I like
Cause they all just surround me
Now I know what it's like to be famous
Without all the money and glamour–
Turns out, that's the part that alluring
I'd better find out what I did this for
I'll be soaked to my torso exactly
I learned to cope by narrowing down all my options
I got worse at making up stories
I didn't have to make them up at all
They were happening to me
Quite astonishing literally
But I got bored of running and still not looking like Kayla Lauren
I wouldn't bring it up, except
The photographic evidence was damaging
At least Dillon Francis has no audacity as such
—I've never even been on an album cover.
Well, now that I think about it, if I haven't believed in coincidences
At first glance, a sonogram
I'll probably make a list of
Weird shit I want to do with him
When I think of it in public
(That's usually where it happens)
And if anything is random
Dillon Francis broke up with his girlfriend to be with me.
We were best friends and got along really well. Went hiking in a beautiful park with crystal clear water and gorgeous ruins—
Fell in the water and got my phone wet but it was in an otter box.
I felt guilty about his girlfriend a feared they would get back together—
But he was over her and super loyal to me —
It all started when I tried to crawl into a giant bed to give Sonny a blowjob:
Sonny was sleeping alone and Dillon was sleeping with his girlfriend—
Dillon decided he wanted the blowjob;
I refused because I would not let him cheat on his girlfriend;
So he broke it off with her—
There was no blowjob but Dillon and I ended up together.
Sonny disappeared like he never existed anyway.
Dillon and I were happy together and never fought. We were very in love.
It was just a dream but still good to see Dillon.
Lmfao wtf is wrong with you
It made a difffetent sound from further away, and better yet, an actual sound up close—I had been enamored enough walking by to move towards the lights after I was sure that my laundry was as close to complete as possible, but —
A clock stops me in my tracks
A Starbucks cup not in the trash lies in the ground
Making it harder to ponder
The underworld, unnerved of the undeserving
The servicemen and servers of the surface
Boughroughs further than Manhattan
Bro, I love the cops in New York
All the cops in the east are bar none top notch
I went to a show in Miami once and I was walking this really long walk between one part of the venue and another
I will never forget this like, line of cops that were like along the path and every single one of them was model hot
I'm almost wish I was because I couldn't help myself from looking
That's not even the worst part!
the worst part was, they were looking back at me!
“what the fuck is going on with these cops?! “
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going cry–
So instead of running two miles on the treadmill
But I still wanted to punch something.
I've been worried i'll plateau at the benchpress, the more I keep running…
I'd rather weighless, and have a man,
Than keep lifting like this,
Sometimes I'm worried I might be turning into one.
Sometimes, depending on the way I dress,
Give off an air of general confusion.
But I don't mind. Not that much.
I'm no naturally designed to attract the kind of men I like.
It might take a bit of maintenance,
But i'm determined to persist
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have been born a beautiful woman.
But maybe, if i'm lucky, or if I try hard enough,
I'll have an idea of what it's like to have become one.
I'm counting my blessings.
that the longer, harder, and faster I run,
The closer I get to actually living.
I wish I could take my eyes out and wash them wit soap.
I wish i didn't know you existed;
Didn't know how to love you
I opened up all of the wrong doors,
I'm not really good at nothing
I wish i didn't know at all
And I'm just rolling along,
writing anthems, and carrying on
as if everything happened at once
I'm still breaking my neck on the alter
I've got a dagger full of them;
You'd think i had it backwards,
If it were the other way around
I don't want to love anyone, anymore, God
Throw me head first overboard
Push me in front of a bus;
Or give me a heart attack
I've had it harder before,
I could write forever to this
I put the book with the devil on front
A collection of noveelties
settle, way below the belt
But I'll never firget what you said
I'll nevr forget what you said
And I'll never look back, dad
And I'll never go back ther
And I'll neve have blue eyes
And I'll never have blonde hair
And I'll never have white skin
At least not at this partl
The party i wasnt invited to
But not quite pathological
But the girl was obnoxious
Now that Ive been determined to be an deplorable
Why not just kill myself?
Getting paid by the hour.
It was all in my head, anyway
It's a dangerous game we play
But i'd rather not kill myself over you
I'd rather not kill myself again
I'd rather not kill myself
Since I don't believe in them
But I could be getting my lines crossed
And getting my ass whooped more often
It was metaphysical before,
This night'll be a lot longer
But I wanna look like Madonna!
(minus, of course, the minor difference between us)
I hadn't understood what an age gap meant,
(hardee har har, that's a good one)
I'm not even in my body right now;
Just not being blonde enough
Or just not being wanted, or something
At least i'm playing something!
All these instruments are just too expensive
Photosensitive epilepsy and synestesia
But I said “till death do us part”
So i think that's what I need
I thought my suicide ended it
But I'd end it over and over again
Fuck, man, Madonna's gonna kill—
For Colored Girls Who've Completed Suicide:
The Afterlife At The End of The Rainbow
Had I exacted this science,
I wouldn't be honored as such
Just a disheartened philosopher,
A nonpartisan biocentric;
Listen, I'm learning my lessons and levels
How long do i have to keep doing this for?
Now even looking for something to watch became a writing assignment.
–and somehow, without even touching my mango, my keyboard was already sticky.
Try not to hold your breath.
*holding breath/ attempting to block telepathy.*
*attempt to block telepathy had failed*
*squinting exactly alike*
The eyes really are windows…
Maybe I should jump out then.
Alright, I need something to take my mind off this project.
How much acid did you put in the water.
Remarkable, what the love of a teenaged girl can do.
I wouldn't quite call it that.
I don't think we should be doing this.
Ah come on! Now Johnny Depp?
So wait. How the fuck exactly old is this lady.
Really, really fucking old.
Okay, I have to talk to this Goddess.
It appears she has procured a body!
I must do the same! At once!
*sigh of deep frustration, facepalm*
*falls into a deep unconscious of out sheer bewilderment*
She bought a what a Whole Foods Market?
(In public, trying not to be heard)
A penis shaped sweet potato.
A– penis shaped sweet potato.
A PENIS-SHAPED SWEET POTATO.
(Everyone stops and stares)
He's a rock and roll sex God
I've gotta get out of this
I gotta get out of this project.
Well, how'd you get into it in the first place ?
I don't know. I think i really tied one on at some party, I must have really been on one, i don't remember a thing.
Listen, Ill make it quicK:
Do you have a deathclock on this guy, or what.
That's all I want to know.
If i could tell you “when” then it wouldn't be a deathclock, would it.
–if you can't give me the when–at least give me the how.
If i can't give you the “when”, what exactly makes you think I can give you the “How”
You're a disgusting excuse for a human being.
UGH. I can't spend another minute with that WOMAN.
Well, that's your grandmother, so
Whatever. You exist because she exists.
Existed. She was dead before I was born!
Actually, that's not true.
…Ever had your palm read before.
Fuck that I'm not writing this scene,
It wouldn't be the most horrible thing you'd ever written.
No, but it's one of the most horrible things i've ever thought about,
It's the fact I even thought about it that scares me.
Have you ever thought about dating a writer?
I dated a writer once in college.
I was in college. He was a writer.
Hm. I almost forgot about that.
Nothing, really. He was great. The only problem was…
Flashback: Wait, you're 17.
…or like, a couple months…
…or like–midnight on your birthday!
Well, New Hollywood is a whole different story
My level is indifference,
Benevolence, inward violence
Ending obsessions and arrangements,
Incessant sexual repression,
–Of the world i've never lived in,
Haven't made a decision on whether
And it's just been a minute
I haven't mentioned his name in a minute, but
I should stay clear, is it
I cant even see movies anymore
All i hear is conversations
Closed conversations with critics
Must have build new york for me,
From consciousness or something
Sometimes just apartment hunting is
Simply avigation and, of course
It's just a 3D phenomenon,
But all I want is just a hug,
I've been stuck at concentrical
Stopped at Columbus Circle, and
The fonder of the west I am
The girls scream in the audience,
Keep them all away from me,
I'll love them at a distance
I only want the music, anyway
All anyone knows about her, really
The only think she knows, anymore
Holy shit, the early 2000's were corny af
YOU DON'T THINK EVERY ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAS A SCREENPLAY IN THEIR BACK POCKET.
Well he's in the credits.
Yeah, but do you think even his mother is going to sit this long after the movie is over to see that guys name because he was a–what the fuck
I don't know, Mr. Hollywood.
Oh, right, I'm Mr. Hollywood.
If it was, would I be it?
I mean, you'd at least be the poster child.
Holy shit, the 90's was RAW.
Okay, so your childhood is terrifying.
Just wait till we get to the
*More inconsolable screaming*
After a few days of layering m usual favorite isocronic tones, it appeared that someone or something elsewhere was attempting to made contact–and though I could't isolate which frequency exactly it was coming from, it usually came in the form of music or some other source, rather what was usually hidden in between th concentrated tones themselves–however, the music always seemed far away, so far awa that it sounded as if it was being played through a tin can, merely connected to another–my own ears–with a string.
Or like, I don't know–some other humans with like, a radio tower or satellite, some shit. I don't know.
Lol. maybe you're the alien.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.
We know you know where it is.
So you do know what it is
OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT IT IS: And it's RIDICULOUS you think i would be hiding it.
I n I T I A T I N G S H R INkING SEQUEnCE In 5
You have to take a shot every time she eats a banana.
Go that way, with your children.
WHAT! He has more kids than me!
Yes. Astonishingly, however the same percentage of them are black.
Wait, where are you going.
AN ENORMOUS AUDITORIUM is filled to capacity with children of all ages, shapes, and sizes, colors, creeds, genders, and otherwise–but they all seem to have something quirkily in common.
How does he have more kids than me?!
There's still busses pulling up.
Oh, that's just the guest of honor.
SKRILLEX thinks he is preforming a charity benefit concert.
WElcome to Jack In The Box
Welcome to Hack In the Crack–what are you hacking?
Gimme three juicy squirtalicious tacos.
Suit yourself. Best tacos ever.
I think i might be getting tired, or something.
Right…tired, “or something.”
But it's safe to say, all I can think about sometimes is getting railed.
Now check it out, that's where she respawns.
Fuck I hate this map. Fuck I hate this map.
You wanna see a world class superstar fall out of alignment?
You applied on indeed, right?
NO. You're a paparazzi, dressed as a janitor.
(it is a cheap disposable)
You get any good pictures, we'll talk about a nikon.
Can't I just use my iPhone?
Depends. Do you want your iPhone smashed?
“The Bad Boys Of Hollywood”
the gathering of this ingenuine group of elites causes a frenzy and stir amongst the masses as they appear, cross-dimensionally to have been reborn into stardom, mysteriously gaining controversy and mass fandom, to which no bounds can be seen as to the unstartlingly political incorrectness.
I'm gonna need you to do me a favor.
Don't ever look at me again.
If i could take my eyes out, I would.
No, need–I can do it for you.
Under the indifferential circumstances–
I'm not as partial to making excuses as
–as to what? Kissing ass?
Let it settle in, way down below deck
Where the honor rollers are,
The high rollers, far above you
You wanna know how long the ride is?
Wanna know how far you've come
If i could throw you overboard, I'd trust you
Another dinner with a friend
I dont know, if i want to know you
I dont love like I want to love but
I watched him raise the dead,
I don't know if you've been told, but
I don't love like I want to love, and
Just so i can have a friend
I live in a haunted house
But the old cat's gone, now
the mouse tends to travel a lot
Over her bottom lip she runs her tongue
The stars on his face remind her of him
Would you leave me to wake
(A M ercedes emblem to hang around my neck,
I tried to settle on subtle saffron
Do you ever wonder about philosophy?
Do you ever wonder if anyone's watching you
(I'm just a ghost in a mansion)
I haven't even had breakfast
I've practically been dead half a century
I sold the whole eiffel tower on craigslist
I lost that bet, you know.
How do you lose a bet to Dillon Francis?
He lost the bet but won the race.
Okay. Who the fuck wrote this.
I thought Beyonce was your God.
That which binds up through time
The chemical, physical and biological nature of love
An exploration of the meaning of meaning
1st, Second, and Third Movement
Nice, I finally get to use a didgeridoo
That sounds more like a french horn
Jimmy Fallon and The Impenetrable Ten
Well, not entirely Impenetrable
MAYA RUDOLPH (or whoever)
No. His untimely death is later.
Dillon, if you spend $20 on Magic, I'm going to kill you.
Haha, If i spend $20 on magic,it's very likely someone else is going to kill me.
Ooh. Is this getting close to the part where
WHY ARE WE MOVING BACKWARDS THROUGH TIME.
BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO BACKWARDS.
But really you can't see me
Can't take it to deep on w sweetie keyboard
Ain't tryna be gory Corey
Fine! fuckin fuck Drew Barrymore, then!
Work harder and more often
Fuck love and whole foods cause they
We must burn this at once.
[Remarkably huge bonfire.]
Intentionally focused, configurative
Ugh, that might be the last thing I ever write about him.
You could move a mountain;
It was a long, long drive
(Or maybe, I just miss the sunshine)
You could move a mountain
Keep me from going insane
Keep me from going outside
(if I was in, though, you'd)
I'm back from having summer standing under subtle waters
I wouldn't want to want you,
if i wondered more about it
Nothing wants what nothing gets
Nothing moves mountains, but
In a flash, and
I turned the tide on
I've been waiting for Godot
I finally fell out of love
Maybe it's a breakfast in bed kind of moment
I've been waking up with someone,
But going in the world alone, eh
It's never run to remember where you've been
You would think with so much in my system
I'd have reached indifference,
In fact, I'm still tying one one,
Well perhaps, just perhaps,
It might be time that I let you go then?
Don't be so chauvinistic.
Hasn't this been discussed at several other functions
FUCK, I COULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG FOREVER.
But i see it's percussive
If I could give less of a fuck
How many wishes I've granted
that I've written through
Sitting on busses and subways
Looking suspicious as ever
and probably smelling atrocious.
…I'm not using that shower.
I thought I'd be more employable
But it seems as though
The more there is
–the number of spirits I've risen
I've got more friends that died
It's been a very long year
But I fucked it off quickly
I'll never listen to Skrillex again
I've been training over a year
I've been waiting for Godot
Since the year that I wrote it
I've been wearing these bracelets for years
Still haven't seen frozen,
This is all a distraction
The underground is massive
I want an erroneous daughter
These prostitutes have Graduate degrees with honors
I got a smile like Madonna's
But none of the love at all
I got a back end like Beyonce's
But just some of the talent
If i'm cellibate, anyhow?”
I just hope that's not a euphemism for lesbianism
Not that i'm intolerant, it's just that
It's impossible to whitewash all of us
Look: It's a S i T uATiO NA L C0MEDy.
SO, THIS IS THE SITUATION:
I could hold it on chopsticks
You ever wonder what love is
I'm having a hard time holding it all in
I've got colorful emotional troubles
I was apartment hunting and I got off the train in midtown–
Technically the upper west side, but, you know, Midtown
So i get off the train and I get ready to cross the street:
I'm like Oh, Awesome–Trader Joes; Maybe this is the right neighborhood
So i gotta use the bathroom anyway, so I head towards trader joes
No, not a cage.
It was like–a bird box
Like, straight up parakeets.
Then, before I can even look up–
This dude–I just see his leg, though,
He just– kicks the box of birds.
Like, towards me, and i'm like
Now i got a box of birds at my feet on this busy ass corner in midtown manhattan
And I look up at the guy, who kicked the box of birds,
Yes, I say this, out loud, in Midtown manhattan
Cause it's not just a bowl of birds
Just kickin it, in this dudes bowl.
And then i cross into trader joes.
“Yep, right neighborhood.”
Alright, here's the plan.
I'm your worst nightmare.
Dillon Francis is everyone's worst nightmare: He's a good looking white dude with too much money. He's literally like 8 Billion People's worst nightmare.
GET OUT OF HERE, COLONIZER.
DILLON FRANCIS is trapped in the hood.
Try being famous over here! Motherfucker!
Look, I don't even like you like that!
That's okay—-but I still want to suck your cock and that's not gonna change.
I just might watch porn in the morning.
Come on, 6:30, roll the fuck around.
Wait, Which one is the Brown eyed dillon francis.
He's the trustworthy one.
Well good luck with that.
(The one that doesn't exist.)
I didn't take the train today;
I thought I was going to jump
Thought i'd better play it safe
Filled up my shopping cart,
Might not look my best but
She's got the gift of gab
Grew up two blocks from here
But love, my heart's so broken
I'm gonna smoke your seamen* out of a nektar collector.
That shit is like crack to me.
I don't have any guesses.
I tried to find you, after all, didn't I
I might have designed you
(On second thought I did)
can't apologize for being human, but
I wear your eyes all over the world
I wear the memories of many girls
Sure, I've been subway surfing, wondering
There's so much to learn from
And too much to learn here
I've been fighting off demons,
I might double back though–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the first place
To find that we haven't quite met yet
At least not the right way
I've got other plans today
But if I can't be like that
Brought it up at the wrong time
I wasn't one for improper introductions
Or impromptu arrangements
So better not whine about it
I wake up in a pile full of rocks;
I guess it's better than a puddle of blood,
I've been alone, not lonely
And never alone as long as I like
Cause they all just surround me
Now I know what it's like to be famous
Without all the money and glamour–
Turns out, that's the part that alluring
I'd better find out what I did this for
I'll be soaked to my torso exactly
I learned to cope by narrowing down all my options
I got worse at making up stories
I didn't have to make them up at all
They were happening to me
Quite astonishing literally
But I got bored of running and still not looking like Kayla Lauren
I wouldn't bring it up, except
The photographic evidence was damaging
At least Dillon Francis has no audacity as such
—I've never even been on an album cover.
Well, now that I think about it, if I haven't believed in coincidences
At first glance, a sonogram
I'll probably make a list of
Weird shit I want to do with him
When I think of it in public
(That's usually where it happens)
And if anything is random
Dillon Francis broke up with his girlfriend to be with me.
We were best friends and got along really well. Went hiking in a beautiful park with crystal clear water and gorgeous ruins—
Fell in the water and got my phone wet but it was in an otter box.
I felt guilty about his girlfriend a feared they would get back together—
But he was over her and super loyal to me —
It all started when I tried to crawl into a giant bed to give Sonny a blowjob:
Sonny was sleeping alone and Dillon was sleeping with his girlfriend—
Dillon decided he wanted the blowjob;
I refused because I would not let him cheat on his girlfriend;
So he broke it off with her—
There was no blowjob but Dillon and I ended up together.
Sonny disappeared like he never existed anyway.
Dillon and I were happy together and never fought. We were very in love.
It was just a dream but still good to see Dillon.
Lmfao wtf is wrong with you
It made a difffetent sound from further away, and better yet, an actual sound up close—I had been enamored enough walking by to move towards the lights after I was sure that my laundry was as close to complete as possible, but —
A clock stops me in my tracks
A Starbucks cup not in the trash lies in the ground
Making it harder to ponder
The underworld, unnerved of the undeserving
The servicemen and servers of the surface
Boughroughs further than Manhattan
Bro, I love the cops in New York
All the cops in the east are bar none top notch
I went to a show in Miami once and I was walking this really long walk between one part of the venue and another
I will never forget this like, line of cops that were like along the path and every single one of them was model hot
I'm almost wish I was because I couldn't help myself from looking
That's not even the worst part!
the worst part was, they were looking back at me!
“what the fuck is going on with these cops?! “
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going cry–
So instead of running two miles on the treadmill
But I still wanted to punch something.
I've been worried i'll plateau at the benchpress, the more I keep running…
I'd rather weighless, and have a man,
Than keep lifting like this,
Sometimes I'm worried I might be turning into one.
Sometimes, depending on the way I dress,
Give off an air of general confusion.
But I don't mind. Not that much.
I'm no naturally designed to attract the kind of men I like.
It might take a bit of maintenance,
But i'm determined to persist
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have been born a beautiful woman.
But maybe, if i'm lucky, or if I try hard enough,
I'll have an idea of what it's like to have become one.
I'm counting my blessings.
that the longer, harder, and faster I run,
The closer I get to actually living.
I wish I could take my eyes out and wash them wit soap.
I wish i didn't know you existed;
Didn't know how to love you
I opened up all of the wrong doors,
I'm not really good at nothing
I wish i didn't know at all
And I'm just rolling along,
writing anthems, and carrying on
as if everything happened at once
I'm still breaking my neck on the alter
I've got a dagger full of them;
You'd think i had it backwards,
If it were the other way around
I don't want to love anyone, anymore, God
Throw me head first overboard
Push me in front of a bus;
Or give me a heart attack
I've had it harder before,
I could write forever to this
I put the book with the devil on front
A collection of noveelties
settle, way below the belt
But I'll never firget what you said
I'll nevr forget what you said
And I'll never look back, dad
And I'll never go back ther
And I'll neve have blue eyes
And I'll never have blonde hair
And I'll never have white skin
At least not at this partl
The party i wasnt invited to
But not quite pathological
But the girl was obnoxious
Now that Ive been determined to be an deplorable
Why not just kill myself?
Getting paid by the hour.
It was all in my head, anyway
It's a dangerous game we play
But i'd rather not kill myself over you
I'd rather not kill myself again
I'd rather not kill myself
Since I don't believe in them
But I could be getting my lines crossed
And getting my ass whooped more often
It was metaphysical before,
This night'll be a lot longer
But I wanna look like Madonna!
(minus, of course, the minor difference between us)
I hadn't understood what an age gap meant,
(hardee har har, that's a good one)
I'm not even in my body right now;
Just not being blonde enough
Or just not being wanted, or something
At least i'm playing something!
All these instruments are just too expensive
Photosensitive epilepsy and synestesia
But I said “till death do us part”
So i think that's what I need
I thought my suicide ended it
But I'd end it over and over again
Fuck, man, Madonna's gonna kill—
There's something you should know about this man.
He's not who you think he is.
“deadmau5” , as the world knows it, is actually former CIA intelligence hacker ‘dakmouse a high-ranking government programmer and software engineer thought to be deceased or in hiding, when in fact, he is under deep cover, using his “deadmau5” persona and global fame to viel a series of top-secret
Ah, whatever. You get it.
*literally just gives up*
It was better when it was fresh.
Whatever. I almost forgot about this storyline.
Oh, you thought deadmau5 was just deadmau5, huh.
deadmau5 has always just been deadmau5.
Nothing is the truth! Do you believe this man?!
I mean–I believe he exists…
Why in your mind–would you build something like this?
I'm still trying to assemble an answer that's less explicit than it is dictative.
And while you're doing this, there's a whole world of producers getting their—
Listen, Linda–I don't know what you've heard
There's something you should know about this man.
He's not who you think he is.
“deadmau5” , as the world knows it, is actually former CIA intelligence hacker ‘dakmouse a high-ranking government programmer and software engineer thought to be deceased or in hiding, when in fact, he is under deep cover, using his “deadmau5” persona and global fame to viel a series of top-secret
Ah, whatever. You get it.
*literally just gives up*
It was better when it was fresh.
Whatever. I almost forgot about this storyline.
Oh, you thought deadmau5 was just deadmau5, huh.
deadmau5 has always just been deadmau5.
Nothing is the truth! Do you believe this man?!
I mean–I believe he exists…
Why in your mind–would you build something like this?
I'm still trying to assemble an answer that's less explicit than it is dictative.
And while you're doing this, there's a whole world of producer getting their.
Listen, Linda–I don't know what you've heard
“Illuminati Dreams Part IV”
Just really wanted Dillon to hear this song, but didn't want him to judge how bad it was, needed his opinion for some reason because nobody around me listens to dubstep. Lol
Hanging out with Billie Ellish again and having to sign an NDA just for even being around her.
She seemed nice though and it wasn't weird, but I was nervous for whatever reason, not really. Went to some libraries and museums, it was a good time.
Undressed just to get back to bed
Which doubles as breakfast
BLŪ : @CODENAMEBLU is watching EAGLE EYE over an intensely large burrito.
…graduated with a degree in parallel algorithms and quantum electronics.
P A R A L L E L A L G O R I T H M S.
This is not a coincidence.
Could be a stretch. Haven't slept in awhile–
It's really hard with a burrito in my hand.
I just watched you inhale a giant brurito.
Google, Define Parallel Algorithms.
Tell me why all I see is math.
In computer science, a parallel algorithm, as opposed to a traditional serial algorithm, is an algorithm which can do multiple operations in a given time. It has been a tradition of computer science to describe serial algorithms in abstract machine models, often the one known as random-access machine.
[The Festival Project ™ ]
Yeah, but I don't know what to do with being right.
I cannot possibly have invented time travel—
—I don't even believe in time!!
We're making connections.
Look, I just need you to unlock this one , key component, okay?
No, I don't understand, why I understand.
My senesthesia has the tendency to cause problems beyond not only that of my own comprehension, but apparently the entir human specie's comprehension, of consciousness and in and of existence in itself.
It is possible. Here's the science:
Look, if I could tell you what deadmau5 looks like without giving myself an aneurysm
I can only like, 9th grade math, dude.
What are examples of parallel algorithm.
look . i didn't mean for it to turn out this way, but there's some pretty cool shit in here.
Please, someone tell me how i'm supposed to be studying a feild of science that is nonexistent.
It is–scientifically existent.
—That's where you come in.
What. That's where I what.
And there it was; it was devastating, and horrible–the feeling of knowing I had indeed made a connection to something, and as to exactly what could be so horribly beyond me; It was like having a ghost as a friend–worse than imaginary— and as I had already been recently haunted by Aliocha, and his already somewhat- secondary existence, my deadmau5 security blanket was no longer so much a comfort as is was an obligation or nessecity, and— less of an obsession as to know anything more about the actual human than I already had–I simply couldn't be that kind of fan, (or at least thought ,anyway). The intimacy with the music itself had succumbed into a sufferable obession of sorts–more needing it and wanting it all the more just to focus, calm, or relax , even perhaps using it to coax myself out of body— even if just for the time being, to escape the current reality. Now, it wasn't so much of an escape as it was a step back, whereas within the confines of what I had so called ‘the deadmau5 construct', I could look from outside of myself with such depth that it became almost secondary to make the connections which were needed and unseen from a perspective of being so within myself that the without had been nearly forgotten; It was as if at will, I could travel to a parallel dimension above or beside my own to navigate and my very own ompipotence.
‘man ‘, I thought to myself, “i might never see you guys again'
Perhaps I meant it just as a fan, but the world as it was seemed so much further away from deadmau5 or Joel, Sonny or Dillon than it had ever been–The Festival Project included, and rather than sinkinking into a deep depression over whether or not I was accomplished, I had now plummeted into over drive; 48-hour insomniatic work days which would run into the night, and then the next day–never ceasing for a moment or considering giving up what I had felt I had earned–the right to not give so much of a fuck about what society expected of me as anyone besides the person who would, eventually, see an end to this project; I had finally realized that, if I completed my project or at least organized it enough so that it was palatable, in the right hands, The Festival Project was pure gold, There was nothing like it in the world, and if I didn't find a way to make it come to fruition, it would die with, or even before I did.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, I was actually a little lonely—certainly sad, and very, very tired. It seemed that last two days had never even stopped, only run into eachother, an now was another on fast approach–soon, another orange east coast sunrise would glimmer of of the unattainably shiny facades of Manhattan; the unbeatable view from my 8th story , I had recently realized , would not be possible at all living in the city itself.
The truth of the matter was, I lived no where–and until I fgured a way to sort my finances out without running myself into the ground, it felt most times like I wasn't living at all, of course–and the further and further I drifted from my original intentions–settling upon how absurd it would be to actually try to be a superstar DJ–the more the reality set in that the music itself was taking me further than I had ever seen, or had certainly dreamed, and though still just a msilly and obsessive fan girl of sorts–the shapes and colors that presented as such time and time again began to allude to something more important entirely–time itself–something it seemed the whole species couldn't seem to wrap itself around, however–I had been in and out of body through time and space for years now with my ghosts, superstar djs, lovers, and imaginary friends–and it seemed altogether the conscious and waking world was nothing but a displayed illusion of sorts , becoming less concrete with every waking moment–more alogorithmic with every glitch, and more untimely with every moment passing as so–as time began to run rampant and unravel ever so eloquently within the frequencies and functions of my cosmic security blanket; I knew that whatever it was, it had been intended for me in my own existence–for without it, I would not be so myself- I was the music.
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