[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

Finally, just about time

Early for once,

Not right on time, but

I am what I an

I am truth, I am light

I'm confused

Here's a noose—do you know how to tie it?

Life, life life

Goes by, and by

In my eyes,

You and I

We are the same,

We are the same

Different bodies,

Different names—

Perhaps, we came in different ways

But in my eyes, my love

You are I,

And we, we are the same

Nothing ever changes

Life is crazy,

Hey yeah

Same city, different day

Right time, wrong place

Don't hate me;

Hey, yeah

Nobody can save me,

Just as likely.

The challenge: 7 minutes

What can I do in 7 minutes?

Maybe a little bit of this.

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

What is this riddle?

You play the banjo,

I'll play second fiddle—

It is what it is,

It gets interesting, this

I don't know where I live

But I'm fighting against

The tide

I died again

So violently,

So high over my head

People just laugh in the distance

This is just business, miss

My standard to live is just

Cleanliness is close to Godliness

I've been a mess since…

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

I'll be Bach—

And you be Beethoven

Woah, who is this how with

Somebody i used to know,

But I guess she's chosen

Oh,

I'm an old soul

Go where I go, till there's nowhere

I got no hair,

Low tide,

No fair

Let's not go there

Yo, hello there

Are you aware of me?

I guess you're scared of me,

No?

That's below the belt

I'm so hot I melted,

Hell is cold so know I've felt it

Smelt it, dealt it

Delta, helpless

Whelp—

At least I can finally rest after this

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

—-

I should probably get to the gym,

Damn

Now I don't feel so bad,

It's cold as Alaska,

I can't stand it

I can't go back

I can't fight a man—

Well I guess I can,

If he's magic

Tragedy struck

What the fuck was that shit

Got an excuse for my madness

It's tragedy

Guess I traded all that

For talent

Guess that's a wrap

Not a sandwich

Blacklisted

I showed up in a tent

Said

“This is the resistance!”

I'm fit, but with all this loose skin,

I'm just useless

My next of kin, could use this

Can't jump from the roof,

Full of juice—

This is music

Who are you to tell me

I'm not BLU

And I'm useless

Do you assume this unusual hue is

Illusion— of fully in bloom

I can't argue with you;

I am not in the proper position

Consult your physician, who isn't a person—

But likely an algorithm,

I programmed just to tell you

To yell out all of my demons

Just so I could write this

So that was the reason

For this, and this, and that then

Wanna go back to my family,

Can't, I've been captured

I guess I'm probably a rapper

What about that

But I hate being black

And black people hate me for that

“Fuckin savages”

This land is your land

But my land is half of it,

Man this is random,

I haven't—

Wait, has it been 7 minutes?

I think it's been past it,

Call me a trash can again—

I'll shift into it!

I got the nightshift

Something ain't right, it's

Something bout somebody wasting my time

But I like it

I ain't got nothing better to do than write,

And dislike myself,

So I guess it's a better distraction

Than Skrillex or Dillon Francis,

At least for a minute,

Or, like 7.

I might get paid for this,

I might get laid in a last minute decision

To swipe right on tinder—

Oh wait, does this count as a split shift?

I just clocked in, but my boss is lost in a spaceship,

Look at my face—

Oh, wait, you can't

Cause I planted the planet with masks

Just to get all your ancestors dancing—

Oh wow,

I'm Pasquale again.

How.

The fuck.

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With the flip of the hair

And I swear

You were just right there

Negative.

Fuck, dude. Would you get out of my head.

You're in my head.

I highly doubt that.

What's to doubt.

I hate you.

Good. I hate myself too.

Maybe if we both hate me hard enough I'll just die.

Just die already.

I'm trying to.

Not hard enough.

Excuse me while I stare into space trying to stretch this shit out thinking about getting my nuts poinded in.

Wow.

I jnowX

LET ME OUT OF HERE.

No, Dragon. You stay out!

[FIRE ON EVERYTHING]

Mu said stay put.

I had never heard [The Welcome Wagon] quite like this before; and while everything that I said in it was true.

What'd she say

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Oh. Shit.

We should go get her.

Yeah dude.

She sounds PISSED.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHGHHHHHHHH

maybe we should wait.

Yeah, dude, maybe.

AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH

No, we should go.

We should go:

Let's go now.

Perhaps it was the long day in Manhattan that did it—

WHAT THe fuck.

And it has been, a very long day in Manhattan— but it was well deserved, and well overdue, and right at the end of a long and malnutritious month; it had almost not been fair—an entire month at Equinox, and yet I had t the money to eat at all what I wanted or what I needed for optimum energy. It wasn't fair at all, actually—the long ride to and from queens was enough of the day in itself that I hadn't much to do in between but decompress— and there was so much to decompress.

God, look at that body—

WHAT A DISGRACE

“You must go this gracefully”,

Someone else says,

But I've made a mistake,

My dear maiden

Meditating, on a slave ship

I'm not taking medication,

But

I'm in Manhattan

A manic magnetic algorithm,

Perhaps I've taken it too far—

Therefore;

Who cares

That's not what I'm here for

Hello,

Where art thou

Why fear for your life, or—

I needed to cry but—

I don't see no dance floor,

Except for

Grand central

Gosh,

I heard there was a party here once

What happened, Manhattan—

You mad at me?

Madame—

How dare you!

I tent to me a miss or ms.

But nevrr madame, master,

Maybe mammy or mommy perhaps

But never that!

Manhattan

A manic magnetic algorithm

Stand still

See what happens

Oh, I'm in shackles!

Lord, let me out of here!

Oh, he can't take it!

He can't get [enough of me]

I can't get enough

Love won me over

Where are ya?

Over here!

God,

I just want a.

I just wanted a hug, but

I'm off of it,

Now I want all of ‘em

Love won me over

God,

Let me out of here

Masturbation is mandatory in the morning, mama

Don't you know that?

You're full of it—

Full of what

Full of water

Full of love

Full of lust

Full of misery

“And it's all for me!”

He says, but who is “he”?

He could be anybody—

Doubtable

Your highness!

Lord of Honor.

Humble me so.

I just have.

My sweet and honorable princess, I beg of you

Do not beg!

You must listen.

I am listening.

Your honorable highness, it is of great importance that I must urge you.

What is it, dear Hero.

You kind and gentle natured soul—

What is it?

I—

Hiro.

You must let his majesty win this fabled match, your highness.

I beg your pardon—

…do not beg—

I find no humor on this matter, my dear Lord.

But I—

Hiro,

Your highness.

It is my intention, y

What.

Holy fuck this shit is deeper than I thought.

MANHATTAN IS A HOLE

Zzzzzzzzhherrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I mean it.

—it is my intention, to battle in honesty and integrity

—you don't understand.

“Fuck, I am horny.”

Fuck, I'm hungry liz

Shut up!

I hadn't noticed how bad it had gotten up until this moment, at the end of a long day—but not the longest yet to have happened.

Walk the line!

Ugh.

You don't follow the train in New York City, the train follows you.

Walk the line

Ugh.

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KASKADE is the worst captain EVER.

KASKADE

(Honking horn obnoxiously)

Sorry everybody.

(More obnoxious beeping)

Good morning.

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“Lessons In Illuminati”

“That was very strange.”

“This is what you asked for.”

I had asked, I just hadn't expected an answer so quickly…

“Yes you had.”

You're the actual devil

Tryna get me caught up and

I don't want nothin

Nah,

I don't want none of it

Oh my gentle lover

(I thought of a daughter, I saw her)

I've been gone, and suffering…

(I already love her, truth be told)

There's only heartache,

(don't you know what I've accomplished)

A simple photograph,

Alas,

Another paragraph

(I saw you)

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Anonymous anatomical anomalies

A nominal honest hypocrisy

Heroism, a genuine debacle

Notieriety, no bottle of sobriety

Could satiate the eye I see

Colorblinded and coincided with

NoirC for the audienceC

No choir for the chorus, though

Symbolism, gifted for the alter

Alter ego? Nonsense.

A far approach from stardom, but

I've often had a job and lost it

Standing in the arsenal

God, was that awful feeling dehydration?!

YES.

Get it together, Heather!

I think I'm getting sick.

It's just a weather change, at best

Are we still rhyming?

—writing in proses??

What's the difference?

What's with the roses?

The chosen one approaches.

Consider it a rebuttal

For what?

Something subtle this way comes—

Like what.

A second husband.

Fuck!

…

Can I eat breakfast now?

Amen.

HOTDOG. HOTDOG.

Omg I love these guys.

HOTDOGHOTDOG!!!

Yum—

That sounds—

—Awsome.

—Awful.

You're a pitiful mess, do you know that.

Hmm…yes.

Grow up.

Trust me, I'm..considering it.

Not so fast!

Yikes. What happened to this dude.

I don't know.

Let's avoid that.

Entirely.

I was summoned!

That—no.

That never happened.

I promise, if I'm somewhere, I was summoned there.

Offficer.

No.

Officer, excuse me.

Don't call the cops.

Hey! Cops!

*dissappears super fast*

Hey.

What.

Whatever happened to Timmy Turner.

To who.

Timmy Turner.

Timmy Turner.

HeH.

Yeah.

Oh. He fucked up too many times.

He fucked up a lot of times.

Yeah, I know.

Okay.

Okay?! So what happened to him?!

Didn't I already finish this storyline.

Technically:

Technically what?

I mean, the synopsis is complete.

Great, then it's done.

No, it still needs dialogue.

Dialogue.

Yeah.

For what.

For the characters.

For who?

For the characters.

For which characters?

Like Drake Bell.

You mean Timmy turner.

Yeah.

Oh, well—

??

Can he improvise?

Improvise.

What am I supposed to say.

I don't know. Just improvise.

What if it doesn't work.

It'll work:

What if it doesn't.

I'll work. Just trust me.

Trust you.

Yes.

Hey Friend!

I don't want to be friends with you!

Aw.

Get away from me. You fucking—fuckbot.

“Fuckbot”

It's a portemantu of “fuck” and “robot”

I know what it is.

So go away.

—fine.

Kbye.

At least punch my card.

I don't drink.

So I feel everything

I feel sick,

Might be

Coming down with something

Can't take cough drops

Those have honey

I just want to sleep

I just want you to hold me

But it was just a dream

It was just a dream

Now it feels

Different in my body

Different in my mind

Different in my soul

(Still sounds good though)

But it feels

All too real

And I still don't drink

So I feel everything

It's probably all in my head,

But I'm better off red anyway

Look, a trophy

I think I might be coming down with something

I got shivers up my spine

And I've been coughing,

Lately

Sometimes I get morning sickness

Just thinking

Just thinking

And you know, I don't drink, so

I feel everything

I'm trapped in here

(I'm aruck inside)

I can't let go

(I don't know how to show you my world)

Cause I sing

In all color

I still see shapes and colors

But I'm stuck in outer darkness

No wonder no wonder

The whole world is so far off from me

Perhaps it's a psycho-symmetric sickness,

Still, I'm spinning to dizzy to write this in intricate scriptures; emphasizing restricted—

Forget it

I haven't been the same since

The other day

Never slept at all before

Or after that

Ever

If I have another banana, I'm gonna hurl

If she has another banana, I'm gonna hurl.

A master hypnotist,

He is that

A damsel in distress?

Goddammit.

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JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER has been kidnapped—

He's like 50 years old.

He's been dad-napped.

—by the MOB.

The MOB?!

He's into some dark shit.

Wait, he is?!

In this series.

He has been tied to a chair, which sits under a single spotlight in a crabby, dark room in NEW JERSEY.

Ew, New Jersey.

JIMMY THE MOBSTER

Hi, Jimmy—

JIMMY

—uh—hello.

I'm Jimmy.

Oh, that's ironic.

I'm gonna kill you, Jimmy.

GOD

If I give you a serious role, how are you gonna handle it,

JIMMY FALLON

like a pro.

GOD

don't lie to me, Jimmy.

JIMMY FALLON

What?! I'm not!

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Deb's A Ghost.

‘Dissociation is used as a defense to protect a person from overwhelming pain and trauma. It is a natural ability of the brain. Hypnosis or hypnotic trance is a form of dissociation. There are a number of types of dissociation: amnesia, somnambulistic states, localized paralyses, anaesthesias, and hallucinations. Hypnosis can reproduce all of these dissociative states. The mind naturally hypnotizes itself under various conditions

Hypnosis is a valuable tool to move the mind to different neurophysiological states and to get the mind to different levels of the subconscious mind. Hypnosis can also play a role in working around amnesia, since both are types of dissociation. Hyperventilation helps a person induct into a hypnotic trance. Torture, depersonalization, fear and acute anxiety stimulate the body to hyperventilate.

Common objects in a person's life that can be hypnotically given a programming meaning include music, tones, colors, the sight of a book or Bible, the pyramid on the back of a dollar bill, pictures of God, silk scarfs, jewelry, lights,

93

sounds, TV programs, and countless other things. The limit to this is simply the programmer's creativity.

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Sell/pawn mixer

Do laundry

With soap

And bleach

Get website up and running

Print posters, more business cards

Do something decent with my hair

New clothes, maybe?

lol nvm that's not enough…

It's good coffee.

As I promised

Promises are often broken

Sounds like poetry.

You wrote it.

*sighs heavily*

C'cxell—

Johnny.

I'm going to need you to do something for me.

But I've already done so much.

This is important.

[she senses his sencerity and seriousness]

Oh. Johnny Depp is in this.

Of course he is.

What is it?

Wake up.

…wake up what?

You are in a very deep state of sleep, CC.

*sighs deeply*

I know that.

[beat]

Because that's where you are.

Wake up, please

This is lucidity, Johnny — I dream as I please.

I we planning on running,

It's funny,

But honestly

Stop following me

It's not fun anymore

Fame is just gang stalking

When you got no moneys

And nobody to hold you

Nothing to show for

The shows that you're not booking

And stop looking st apartments

We got you

Right we're we want you:

Homeless!

I don't like running—

The fights coming

Flights of states

Or staring at nothing

Just blaring my song

I like my body

But love Sonny or something

So I fake status

And wear glasses

And make passes as women,

Like I'm into em or something,

But sorry,

I'm a woman

Or at least,

I was supposed to be

Supposedly I have another appointment

If I show up early

Maybe it could belong to me

I'm only worried about the ground floor

Cause loud motorists seem to follow me

And my synesthesia

Trying to end me

I don't feel good at all

Wish I didn't feel anything actually

Wish I could end the simulation

And every other theory that called me a monkey

I evolved from aliens—an extraterrestrial

Celestial from the wreckage of a comet and a monster at the start of the first Star Wars

I got stories, but in New York

You gotta pay for em

I like Murray hill

But of course it's on the 4th floor

Right where I belong

In a psyche ward

Cause I can't afford nothin the world wants

And I'm done for

Not too long ago all I wanted was an apartment and a surfboard

Now I'm stuck in a rut in my country on the wrong side of the race war in world war 4

Cause the third was so under the rug

You missed it with your mask on

And vax cards

You think that's hard ?

I get carded are bars

And I'm 30

The top 40s the

120 and under club

Mid twenties

If this is your niche

I'm not in your clique

I should get running

But honestly I'm awful

I hate weekends

I haven't been working

And everything dirty

Can't find a worth in the world

I just want money or nothing

Cause nothing is better than

Nothing and nothing

Nothing and nothing

And nothing

Nothing

I'm not sorry

I'll stop at the pawn shop and sell you my soul for a couple of dollars

So I can do laundry

You ducking con

I'm fuckin gone in the morning but don't worry

I'll keep working and thinking I'm lucky

And clicking and liking and scrolling

And biking through the city on my bite size salary

Counting my calories until a Valerie can validate me maybe

But she hates me cause she's Asian or Caucasian

And there's a orvking order to this things

And I'm the worst

Cause I'm black, but I'm not funny or kissing up to somebody m or mixed enough to make me pretty,

So really the world is shitty

And I'm invisible to millionaires and heiresss

Who charish this

But only if I change my name to Becky

Honestly I hate this gym,

But it's maintaining

The illusion of my movement into

Elitism

Just please kill me

Competing isn't for me

And the whole thing is a dick measurement

If my clitoris is big enough

I guess I could compete in the special Olympics

If science is physics

It's as lost to me as mathematics is

I'm just an addict

Let the sabotage begin

The comparison of the Kerr t light skinned

Pinned against the shitty misfit

Fuck it then

I should move closer to Brooklyn bridge

“I only need this for 5 minutes”

Now I'm in love with two apartments

One has a washer dryer but it's at the bottom

The other had a line before I even got there,

But I saw the studio apartment had a bathroom

And I loved that;

I could look at it like this—

One is Dillon,

The other's Sonny

I'd take either of em honestly

But might not be good enough for either of them,

What a conundrum in a thunsderstorm

And winter's comin up

Nobody loves me

And I got nowhere to live, huh

The laundry's in the bottom of it—

Of the street level,

I repeat

My synesthesias killing me

But so are these

Bad genes

And she's pretty

From NC—

The most racist place I've ever been

But not seen

The whole country's got it like a desiese

Even me

It's contagious as covid 19

With no vaccine

You can't always get what you want

But you get what you need

And I need out of queens

I'm fine working—

But you gotta pay the transportation fees

(And feed me )

Do you really love him?

He whispered in my head

I said,

I love music—

So really what's the difference.

What's the difference in a passion and an occupation, anyway

Well, honestly,

I'll look the other way if you can answer that

As quickly as I asked

I'm just attracted to magnets

And man with bad habits

I'd cut off my left leg

Just to be less than 120

For Sonny

And really,

I'd bleach my hair eyes and skin

Over and over again

Just to be close to Dillon

And for Joel

A whole not a nothin

By the time I got to him

I had to end and sever my connection to the infinite

And get into the rhythm of the menacing to women coalition

Also known as

DJs A -Z

And everybody in the music scene

But hey, if I cop a body

Without rising to stardom

So that anyone would want me,

I'll be standing in the VIP dancing badly and offbeat which you won't notice

Cause I'm wearing pasties and a bikini

And you're dreaming of being in me

As your sets beginning and ending

And if I'm blonde and hot enough

As smart as I am

We'll elope in a private ceremony

Then throw a party grandiose

For our closest friends and enemies

Cause either is probably concentric

Meaning

It's as good as it gets, once it gets there,

Over when it's over and

—I forget what I had drifted into, anyway, but something like

It ends when it it ends

And we're rich and famous

So what's the difference

We'll have a few kids and

Prep them in the media for competition

With the kardashians

And after all that,

You'll dump me for a model half my age

And with less complexion and complexity

And I'm back to the attic or basement

Wherever the music is,

Confused and using the muse that I need jest started with

The occultus technology

Or just the occult,

Superstardom's hard,

—but I don't even have a car, God

Hey,

I don't hate you cause you're white!

I hate you cause the guys I like

Like you!

Maybe that's my karma,

Cause if I was a dude,

I'd see me and be like “ew”

There are too few humans

Unconsumed by the zoom movement—

Which reminds me,

Imm trying to do it, too

Maybe take an interview in the bathroom

Had to be in Manhattan by two

The studio has two rooms—

A studio and a studio—

Cool, huh

I'll sleep in the living room,

And that's where I make music,

And use the bathroom.

Whatever feels right to you

But nothing feels right—

I'm in a bad mood

My skin isn't light

And my mind ain't right

I'm a bad dude

I need food,

But shouldn't eat sugar

Or cookies:

Look at me—

I'm hideous, aren't I?

Never the wiser

Imm only behind her by a mile or 5

But that's Eliza, for you.

Keep your eyes off the white guys,

And try harder

But why lie I'm a flight risk

A fighter

A fire starter

And I can sleep on the floor for a while

At least I don't have to hide my eyes when

This light skin strides in when

I was just in my alignment

Lost track of the time and tried to figure

Why my figure's so wide when

Guys I like like then

And black guys give smiles and throw tantrums at the same time

But I don't mind it

That's how my son gets

Envious,

I belong to the world,

And not him

Now I'm just short of a mile

And missing a child

But imm in the system

Why drag him in?

He's a light skin with nice eyes

And inherited violence

Let's hope it skips a generation

Cause if I die, and he hits his wife

Then I failed to break the cycle

But his dad is right

I'm a psycho

High on my throne

Imm an idol

But when I'm low

I'm just homeless

With no hope

Call it bi-polar but

I don't know her

But if I did

I'd probably owe her a dollar

Move over psychology

Welcome to poverty and policy reform

With no consideration for the slaves and ingigenous

—they're trapping us

But I tapped in to the grand aceme of things

And shifted my perception into prosperous

My eye on the dollar I trust,

Cause it sees all of us

All we are

Lalalala

Hahaha

I'm just getting started

I think I might build a whole world up

Just to demolish it

When does college start?

I wanna be a doctor,

Not a starving artist looking at

awhile foods market

Like a hungry dog

With under covers watching

Imm just trying to survive, man

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Sell/pawn mixer

Do laundry

With soap

And bleach

Get website up and running

Print posters, more business cards

Do something decent with my hair

New clothes, maybe?

lol nvm that's not enough…

It's good coffee.

As I promised

Promises are often broken

Sounds like poetry.

You wrote it.

*sighs heavily*

C'cxell—

Johnny.

I'm going to need you to do something for me.

But I've already done so much.

This is important.

[she senses his sencerity and seriousness]

Oh. Johnny Depp is in this.

Of course he is.

What is it?

Wake up.

…wake up what?

You are in a very deep state of sleep, CC.

*sighs deeply*

I know that.

[beat]

Because that's where you are.

Wake up, please

This is lucidity, Johnny — I dream as I please.

I we planning on running,

It's funny,

But honestly

Stop following me

It's not fun anymore

Fame is just gang stalking

When you got no moneys

And nobody to hold you

Nothing to show for

The shows that you're not booking

And stop looking st apartments

We got you

Right we're we want you:

Homeless!

I don't like running—

The fights coming

Flights of states

Or staring at nothing

Just blaring my song

I like my body

But love Sonny or something

So I fake status

And wear glasses

And make passes as women,

Like I'm into em or something,

But sorry,

I'm a woman

Or at least,

I was supposed to be

Supposedly I have another appointment

If I show up early

Maybe it could belong to me

I'm only worried about the ground floor

Cause loud motorists seem to follow me

And my synesthesia

Trying to end me

I don't feel good at all

Wish I didn't feel anything actually

Wish I could end the simulation

And every other theory that called me a monkey

I evolved from aliens—an extraterrestrial

Celestial from the wreckage of a comet and a monster at the start of the first Star Wars

I got stories, but in New York

You gotta pay for em

I like Murray hill

But of course it's on the 4th floor

Right where I belong

In a psyche ward

Cause I can't afford nothin the world wants

And I'm done for

Not too long ago all I wanted was an apartment and a surfboard

Now I'm stuck in a rut in my country on the wrong side of the race war in world war 4

Cause the third was so under the rug

You missed it with your mask on

And vax cards

You think that's hard ?

I get carded are bars

And I'm 30

The top 40s the

120 and under club

Mid twenties

If this is your niche

I'm not in your clique

I should get running

But honestly I'm awful

I hate weekends

I haven't been working

And everything dirty

Can't find a worth in the world

I just want money or nothing

Cause nothing is better than

Nothing and nothing

Nothing and nothing

And nothing

Nothing

I'm not sorry

I'll stop at the pawn shop and sell you my soul for a couple of dollars

So I can do laundry

You ducking con

I'm fuckin gone in the morning but don't worry

I'll keep working and thinking I'm lucky

And clicking and liking and scrolling

And biking through the city on my bite size salary

Counting my calories until a Valerie can validate me maybe

But she hates me cause she's Asian or Caucasian

And there's a orvking order to this things

And I'm the worst

Cause I'm black, but I'm not funny or kissing up to somebody m or mixed enough to make me pretty,

So really the world is shitty

And I'm invisible to millionaires and heiresss

Who charish this

But only if I change my name to Becky

Honestly I hate this gym,

But it's maintaining

The illusion of my movement into

Elitism

Just please kill me

Competing isn't for me

And the whole thing is a dick measurement

If my clitoris is big enough

I guess I could compete in the special Olympics

If science is physics

It's as lost to me as mathematics is

I'm just an addict

Let the sabotage begin

The comparison of the Kerr t light skinned

Pinned against the shitty misfit

Fuck it then

I should move closer to Brooklyn bridge

“I only need this for 5 minutes”

Now I'm in love with two apartments

One has a washer dryer but it's at the bottom

The other had a line before I even got there,

But I saw the studio apartment had a bathroom

And I loved that;

I could look at it like this—

One is Dillon,

The other's Sonny

I'd take either of em honestly

But might not be good enough for either of them,

What a conundrum in a thunsderstorm

And winter's comin up

Nobody loves me

And I got nowhere to live, huh

The laundry's in the bottom of it—

Of the street level,

I repeat

My synesthesias killing me

But so are these

Bad genes

And she's pretty

From NC—

The most racist place I've ever been

But not seen

The whole country's got it like a desiese

Even me

It's contagious as covid 19

With no vaccine

You can't always get what you want

But you get what you need

And I need out of queens

I'm fine working—

But you gotta pay the transportation fees

(And feed me )

Do you really love him?

He whispered in my head

I said,

I love music—

So really what's the difference.

What's the difference in a passion and an occupation, anyway

Well, honestly,

I'll look the other way if you can answer that

As quickly as I asked

I'm just attracted to magnets

And man with bad habits

I'd cut off my left leg

Just to be less than 120

For Sonny

And really,

I'd bleach my hair eyes and skin

Over and over again

Just to be close to Dillon

And for Joel

A whole not a nothin

By the time I got to him

I had to end and sever my connection to the infinite

And get into the rhythm of the menacing to women coalition

Also known as

DJs A -Z

And everybody in the music scene

But hey, if I cop a body

Without rising to stardom

So that anyone would want me,

I'll be standing in the VIP dancing badly and offbeat which you won't notice

Cause I'm wearing pasties and a bikini

And you're dreaming of being in me

As your sets beginning and ending

And if I'm blonde and hot enough

As smart as I am

We'll elope in a private ceremony

Then throw a party grandiose

For our closest friends and enemies

Cause either is probably concentric

Meaning

It's as good as it gets, once it gets there,

Over when it's over and

—I forget what I had drifted into, anyway, but something like

It ends when it it ends

And we're rich and famous

So what's the difference

We'll have a few kids and

Prep them in the media for competition

With the kardashians

And after all that,

You'll dump me for a model half my age

And with less complexion and complexity

And I'm back to the attic or basement

Wherever the music is,

Confused and using the muse that I need jest started with

The occultus technology

Or just the occult,

Superstardom's hard,

—but I don't even have a car, God

Hey,

I don't hate you cause you're white!

I hate you cause the guys I like

Like you!

Maybe that's my karma,

Cause if I was a dude,

I'd see me and be like “ew”

There are too few humans

Unconsumed by the zoom movement—

Which reminds me,

Imm trying to do it, too

Maybe take an interview in the bathroom

Had to be in Manhattan by two

The studio has two rooms—

A studio and a studio—

Cool, huh

I'll sleep in the living room,

And that's where I make music,

And use the bathroom.

Whatever feels right to you

But nothing feels right—

I'm in a bad mood

My skin isn't light

And my mind ain't right

I'm a bad dude

I need food,

But shouldn't eat sugar

Or cookies:

Look at me—

I'm hideous, aren't I?

Never the wiser

Imm only behind her by a mile or 5

But that's Eliza, for you.

Keep your eyes off the white guys,

And try harder

But why lie I'm a flight risk

A fighter

A fire starter

And I can sleep on the floor for a while

At least I don't have to hide my eyes when

This light skin strides in when

I was just in my alignment

Lost track of the time and tried to figure

Why my figure's so wide when

Guys I like like then

And black guys give smiles and throw tantrums at the same time

But I don't mind it

That's how my son gets

Envious,

I belong to the world,

And not him

Now I'm just short of a mile

And missing a child

But imm in the system

Why drag him in?

He's a light skin with nice eyes

And inherited violence

Let's hope it skips a generation

Cause if I die, and he hits his wife

Then I failed to break the cycle

But his dad is right

I'm a psycho

High on my throne

Imm an idol

But when I'm low

I'm just homeless

With no hope

Call it bi-polar but

I don't know her

But if I did

I'd probably owe her a dollar

Move over psychology

Welcome to poverty and policy reform

With no consideration for the slaves and ingigenous

—they're trapping us

But I tapped in to the grand aceme of things

And shifted my perception into prosperous

My eye on the dollar I trust,

Cause it sees all of us

All we are

Lalalala

Hahaha

I'm just getting started

I think I might build a whole world up

Just to demolish it

When does college start?

I wanna be a doctor,

Not a starving artist looking at

awhile foods market

Like a hungry dog

With under covers watching

Imm just trying to survive, man

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Happy Accidents

Uptown A

Had it on once,

In the background

Of a Netflix

Free trial

Or charged to someone else's account

(maybe annie?)

As I came down off

Adderall,

Had a bag of bugles,

and a Pizza

Totinos, Dijorno,

I don't know, but

‘Yo'

This hits harder and stronger

than starr does

Iciocrazy live on every train and bus

CAR!

—cross.

“START WITH STREET EASY

THIS IS THE WORST

gAME

EvERRRRRRRR.

How to tell you're in an abusive relationship–and how to leave.

ALRIGHT, FUCK MANHATTAN. FUCK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS–

[Meanwhile, back in the hood]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GUH.

Step 1: Walk away.

WHERE'S THE TRAIN.

Fuckthisplace.

WHERESTHETRAAAAAAAAAIn.

Meanwhile:

Theory 1: My roommate is personally hired by StreetEasy to make me so uncomfortable I give myself mental illness looking for an apartment.

ooh.

Theory 02:

Wait, that's my great great Grandmother.

Great-great-great–

Greeeeat.

Grandmother.

Oh. THat's.

Don't mind me,

I'm cringey, i”m creepin

I'm weak in the knees and

Honestly, forgot what i'm looking for

Just staring off into space

–Just had my mind blown

By the Illuminati

I forgot,

That wasn't me.

But

HARVEY

Survey Says:

Surveillance sees everything.

“The Rich Motherfuckers”

Well, the ball's in our court now.

All the balls are in all the courts are ours .

It's an expression.

I let manhattan mess with my head again

Should have never tried to be a resident

Or run for president

Whatever i said;

I should just shut up and take my medicine

My medicine

My–

For the most part

I'm just a monkey with no head

And a banana tucked under my arm

Riding my skateboard

While the weather is still warm, so

Moving forward

[working title]

How long is this gonna take?

YOu thnk thi is awful, just wait till you

Fuck it

Nevermind.

“The impenetrable Ten”

Kristen Whig (Wiig?)

Really I'm in?!

Wait, or–was that it.

I don't think so

*undeo*

IT was

Dammit. What's her name.

We'll get back to it.

Are you serious.

TIna Fey!

YES! I knew it.

Maya Rudolph

NIce.

Bala veda vanilla blueberry cordyceps!

Matcha pineapple!

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