[So], how is Hanzel, [Dear]?
I don't know...s'why I ask.
**tsk-tsk* [shaking her head, sipping tea]
Yes, it is—but still—almost sad.
[shrugs, sips tea in unison with edna]
The famed Edna Mode (The Incredibles) becomes excruciatingly angry after learning that SupaCree has altered the “supa suit” she designed for her—by adding a cape.
Tim admitted that might be the last wish he grants me this century;
Wanna make history... but now I make dollars for callers,
I didn't mean to see something in Sonny nobody should see
And this shit'll make history;
As I sneezed when they cut off my-
Now I live on a silver platter,
I splatted: my hat's on the pavement
Must be something ‘bout Asians,
Cause every time I say ‘Amen' when I'm praying for
Sonny, or Kayla Lauren, or whoever this demented demon that's chasing me--
Satan asks for a payment, and says
“Hey! Now, a pop quiz in Mandaran,
Learn to speak Spanish, fast, if you can,
Cause american ignorance, laziness, complacency and impatience
--It's ending this country,
And the reason why I'm homeless is I decided to run for president and run from him at the same time,
And then nobody wanted me
Nobody wanted to see the things I would preach about,
I'm not havin a cow or nothing,
I mean i'm lactating, wait;
Did he throw my 8 week baby at our other baby,
Broke it off with Sonny a decade later for throwing a Grammy Award at me;
Literally and Action Figuratively
But all of the future history I remember is vivid to me
So he has to be Evil, I think
To claim that he loves me all these infinite ways and dimensions,
And then throw a demon instagram basic bitch at me
Now she's the reason I bleed and can't eat for a week--
I'm tired of being Jesus, but he's still on his leave, and
I'd probably be laughing if I wasn't magnetically attracted to half of the Industry's greatest
I hate myself, I hate Dillon Francis and I hate him,
But only ‘cause I can't make it to the banquet.
I burned the sweater he gave me and left the blanket with my ex,
Left my luggage in Boston just to get to Dillon Francis at XS in Vegas and Write this:
“WHY GOD!?!? WHY DILLON FRANCIS?!”
Jumpin Jumpin, Destiny's Child
XS NIGHTCLUB, LAS VEGAS NEVADA
He's here— I can smell him.
Okay. Let's find this portal.
Last time I was here, it was to see—
Get up, you have to perform.
[A SUPERSTAR DJ] experiences the dance floor..
But (I got nervous) what I meant to say, was
DILLON FRANCIS is stuck in SUPACREE's body, and vice versa.
She must perform in his place.
I have an itch, I'm gonna scratch!
[the Motherf*ckers are fuck hunting]
It appears as though they lost all their fucks—
DILLON FRANCIS has plenty, because
What. Wake up. We're here.
Gifted shapeshifters sit in
While I disintegrate my disinterest
Did I mention I made you a sandwich,
“That's The Tallest Skrillex I've Ever Seen”
What is your life's, what is your life
And why can't I get this shot right
It might be time- Tame Impala
I don't know, but I'm down for the night
Try to write an album on the dance floor
All these lines, VI—what's that for?
I'm free from, call me kudi I'm reborn
Call me Lynard Skinnard. I'm a freebird
You got me weak in the knees
Take me out to chuckle cheese
Tell me what your disease is,
OH MY GOD. I love His fandom so much.
Love the fandom, cause I am one
Call me Katy imma go dumb
Call me carnage, with a green thumb
Drop the Bass up In Your face,
Don't make me go pop the trunk!!!
That is not the face of a free man.
What is that? A sandwhich?
What! Whoop whoops?! It's MUCH too earty for Whoop Whoops!
I'm gonna get lit, eat chips with Chak Chel and then dip
I wanna get lost in my thoughts,
I'm a rockstar, rockstar games. Or maybe
He has a man purse. I like him.
He has a man purse, we like him
He has a man purse, we like him
He has a man purse, we like him
[picture of SUPACREE/SKRILLEX/a whatthefuck]
Aaanddd—I would like to be called “sir”
Let me stop and take a picture
Kinda bitchy, kinda bossy—
Where the fuxk I park my car—
IM ABOUT TO DO WHAT JESUS WOULDNT DO
Wow, Nancy's recovering well, yeah?
[NANCY, freshly out of her neck brace; attends her first show since “the incident”—after breaking her neck to EXCISION, her friends agree that DILLON FRANCIS will be a safe bet.]
Damn, people don't give any type of fuxk whatsoever.
{mixes with A.A., iambic}
GET UP DILLON, it's time to go!
Goddammit, what are you doing here?!
Got this catatonic obsession,
Shoulda learned my lesson,
There's a learning curve to everything;
You finally taught me something
Floor is so sticky, I can't even sit and meditate
Can't even find the space to write this
My mistake, not my guy, I guess?
I know those eyes inside of mine each time I see them
And at the very least no new enemies—
I told you this would happen.
I almost wore that shirt;
I think I need a day, or forever, maybe
Time flies when you fast;
I just danced my last dance,
Now when I meditate and pray I can ask
GODDAMN, what the fuck was that about
Now where in the fuck is my hat,yeah
Maybe tonight, imma get in a fight
These white girls are like
I thought they didn't want me here.
Clearly nothing—! Gather more evidence!
What in the world do you want from me?
What in the world do you want from me?
What in the world do you want from me?
He's a very handsome man, the full package
She's actually a retired dancer, turned rapper;
The trash can and last kandi handler,
Handed a band to a fan, that's reality shattering yeah
I just wanna hold hands with a piñata, but I can't;
I just want the answers to the questions I asked, answered, but nah.
Have you seen my left arm?
It's self harm, and it's just harmless, a charm—
All I did was send magic to that man,
Laughed under my mask, but haven't had a chance to love again since the last man banned me from having ‘happy';
So I can't handle this thirst trap,
I reverse that Mantra from can't to
Ask Hanzel After, actually,
I said I'd never turn my back on him, but
Here's my butt and my backpack.
I'll see you at Bass Camp,
And thanks for the graduation,
I hate my name, and I'm famous, maybe
I just want someone to know me,
I owe money to every agency,
The governments enslaving me by my name and a paycheck.
I've written albums, but haven't gotten paid yet;
I wrote a novel, about a man I'm willing to say I've never met,
And the Sadness Never Ends,
I made a fandom out of friends,
How it ends is with a pen and paper, I guess
My hands on the decks, I'm just an ambidextrous sexually ambiguous DJ bitch;
And Dillon Francis is my favorite producer, cause
I'm just a loser who refuses to lose it,
Enough to end the pollution and politicians who use us for getting richer
I snap a picture, no movement.
So even though I wanted to, I didn't—
No pictures, no press releases and no random bitches;
I just saw him in a vision, and at least ten astral projections,
Got a circle of protection, a lesson,
Cause now I'm branded and stressing
I'm growling now, I'm on the prowl for anyone to let me out, I'm trapped
And down, cause he's out of my league,
AHHHGGG (Eggageratedly disgusted sigh)
YOU WENT TO DILLON FRANCIS LAND--WITHOUT ME.
YOU DID, and you had a GOOD TIME.
It's always a good time...
[One attacks, the other runs.]
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