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Wow. How is it you look better.

I'm gonna need proof this exists.

Proof what exists.

THE KOOLAID MAN erupts through the wall.

OH YEAH.

I'm going to bed.

MA!

FRAN/SUPER JEWISH MOM

Look all I got is matzos and coconut water.

*colecanth growls scarily*

FRAN/ SUPER JEWISH MOM

AHHH!

Bananas! I got bananas! You want some bananas?!

COELACANTH

Arg?

COELACANTH, THE GIANT TERRIFLYING CLOUD MONSTER apparently Loves bananas

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In my own shadow.

With the color coordination and syncopation of the synesthetic movement, c o l o r s quietly takes to the underground with an array of cosmic collisions and polyharmonics only ever eclipsed by the aromatic esthetic of sensuous and illusive, ethereal sine waves of the electric sky.

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Grandmother Moog

Pioneer Model One

Roland TR-909

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BRYAN CRANSTON is scmoozing desperately to work his way into The Festival Project

Mc_bulldogsny

Or again Miami

Going to a party

Looking like salami

I mean,

I wanna MEAT ya!

Thank you God,

I needed a Sauna,

Or a Psalm—

I guess I got all of ‘em

Stuck in a song

When the door of opportunity opens up, there's no such thing as tomorrow at all.

Timestamp.

Oh my god! What the fuck is that!?

Oh my ago! It's a Pigaloo!!

A PigaLoo?!

Yeah h aww, come here!

(She happily pets the pigaloo)

Oh my God!

What is it?!

It's a PigaLoo!

I get that! I mean—what—is air

It's a like a puppy mixed with a pig, a unicorn and a kangaroo — aww hi!

(Continuesbhappily petting the PigaLoo)

Ok! Where did it come from?!

I made it up!

With Awhat!

With my imagination!

Why?!

Cause it's cute. Awww. Pigaloo.

It it cute, but I'm uncomfortable

This is from my imaginary world—my subconscious must've leaking through the inner dimensions.

This is strange…

Yeah, I was a weird .

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Maybe it's a secret weapon

Maybe it's a blessing

Maybe it's a lesson

Maybe It's a curse

Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing

Maybe's only make It worse,

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you, I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me

(Empathy)

Maybe it's the sunrise

Maybe it's a surprise

Maybe it's my disguise

I don't know

Maybe it's some that place I should go

I love my ‘home'

But

I'm all alone, so—

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you,

I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me

(Empathy)

Maybe I'm just crazy

Maybe I'm your baby

Maybe I'll be saving planet earth

One day

Maybe I'm just dying

I'm so sick of crying

But I won't stop trying, no

Maybe you're the greatest

Maybe I'm the latest

Maybe fill my plate with

Everything I hate

Maybe I'm too late, but

Maybe I've been waiting

Lately I've been dreaming

Of us

So just

Bare with me

Certainly

In love

With you

No maybes.

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you,

I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me, too

(Empathy)

Maybe it's my Purple Heart

Maybe this is just the start

Maybe we are just apart

For now

Maybe it's your pretty eyes

Maybe it's the moonlight nights

Maybe I'm just star struck

Right now

Right now

Right now

Maybes make everything better.

Cross my heart
Hope to die
Wish I never seen your eyes
I'm empty
Didn't see a thing
I just heard a ringing in my ears
I heard you thought I wanted diamond rings
Nah
I'm just singing these songs you wrote to myself
I just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled
“Things I'll get to later.”
And I will,
I have Will power
And you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)
And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...
Because...yes, I was looking right at you—
Write about it? I have to;
I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,
So what am I supposed to do—?
Just not?
What am I supposed to say? I said
“Stop. Get out of my head.”
Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in it
Cause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than that
And I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;
My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...
Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell into
Weeks ago,
Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,
Would be
Was chosen—
But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—
And listen to the words nobody else can hear,
When your music speaks.
Maybe “I see you” was accurate—
Maybe “I hear you “is all that's left
Maybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.
Because we don't know each other,
We're just in the same places a lot;
And most of those places are just,
Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...
And the moonlight...
That was the other thing I saw.
Until next time.

Got me stress eating
In-n-out of meetings all day
In-n-out sounds okay
“No, you're out.”
Sounds okay
Okay—
Are you ok?
Not like Annie—
I mean, you can be—
But that's not really my thing;
Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ring
I don't fuck with that
And you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?
Nah, I'm over that
Put me on the guillotine—
Read between the lines
I was fuckin doing everything
Fuckin doing fine
I was on my grind—
Didn't have the time for no
Explaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublime
I hate the lime-light
Pay attention to me harder and
I just might
Lose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—
I miss the shit I came up on,
I admit:
I miss the days where I had fun and
P.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a test
Don't need to study the material
Is really all here—just pay attention
Attention deficit disorder;
My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:
You feelin me?

Scary Monsters, and…

In silent desperation

Waiting for a cause

To the effect of your reflection

Pretty is, is pretty does

Nothing breaks like a heart, and

This is the heartland

Careful where you tread

Every corner has a landmine

Surpassing hunger's grip

There are monsters in your midsts

Awakened demons in the

Light and darkness calmly came upon us

Resting is the wicked

But my blindness is in hoping

Certainty was lovely

But I had to move away

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

My wishlist is full of

Equipment I need,

To complete me:

I need me to make me

a star, but only so

I can afford to go far

And be single;

Go tell Kris Kringle

He missed me--

I don't have a chimney;

but I have a fire

Inside

My

Heart.

(Well, I guess it's a start--)

Nevermind,

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias

Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor,

It's horrible, send me an angel

For the top of my tree cause thee

last Starr I had broke

The spirit of Christmas--

(And half of my face, so)

Half of me is so displaced,

And,

the other half's floating in space

Somewhere, and...

I miss my son Bearr, but

I can't be there--

It's unfair how

Awareness is blinding me barren

I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could,

I would. I would. I would.

...just to say Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I saw myself skateboarding

Through all the hallways, here

Wearing a Santa Suit

Handing out Kandi's

And blasting my favorite

DJs; The music of

Music producers who made me…

It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying--

Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas--

I miss my Lexus, but

I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy;

That's my Ode De Joy,

Merry Christmas.

(I'm Sorry that I had to miss this,

dismiss this intention I set,

miss my favorite set--

(1, 2, 3 times, a charm)

I'll just tattoo my arm

Lost the bet,

but I can't lose this job;

I was robbed of my

Christmas, cause

Corporate owns me--

I'm ever so lonely

O Holy Night,

I mean

Oh, Holy shit:

You're right--

I forgot

To name all the Monsters and Sprites

Despite all my tries,

No surprise--

It's the light in my eyes

Dying

on this Christmas Night

Turn Off The Lights

I'll Miss Lights All Night

Merry Christmas.

Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine

these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but

I'm losing my, losing my Mind

And my youth to the fact

That if I don't come back

I'll fade Back To Black

At the end of the act

and I won't have a job, so

I don't know, I guess this is my

Merry Christmas.

Chopstixx

And this is me

Eating with chopsticks, with two hands

So hungry

So empty

Waiting for someone to love me.

Screens

...and I can't see the world you live in

Silver screens and digital, digital scenes

So serene, the sea I swim in;

See the natural world.

With Light & Love

There is light, shine it

You are love, define it

333

The world is waking up

(The world is waking up)

But I was just asleep

(I was asleep/I was asleep)

If the world was just a dream

(If life is but a dream)

Then this is reality.

Death Wish

I live in this place, that I hate

Blank slate, and slated;

contemplated suicide,

once or twice

but not now

not now—

I just have a death wish.

All my past selves are colliding;

I've been inviting the chaos,

and wondering why, why, why

I must live inside of a digital box

Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud

Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I)

Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder

who myself is—

Maybe it's selfish,

but I have a death wish

I live in this space, I've created

I cannot hate it, it's comfortable,

peaceful, relaxed and though

i've been abandoned by man,

I just dance,

I don't wanna hold hands

right now,

right now

Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud

Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I)

Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder

How could I

How could I

How could I

Be myself.

Spider Bites

Sleeping with spiders
Waking to sounds of silence
I see the light
Sleeping in spider bites

It's right outside my window pane
And the pain I have inside
Combination of guilt and pride
I can't hide in this place
I almost died in this place

Now everyone thinks I'm a liar
I'd set it on fire,
Watch it burn—
The city to which I could never return.

Sleeping with spiders
Waking to sounds of silence
I see the light
Sleeping in spider bites

Sleeping In Spider Bites

Songs in my head that I can't write
Wrongs I can't right
My clothes are too tight,
I just might
I just might
Die in this place

Face it, look at this face
Disfigured and fake
Darkened and sunbaked
Disgraceful, I hate it
And maybe I waited too long
Thought I was just being strong

Now everyone thinks I'm a liar
I'd set it on fire,
Watch it burn—
The city to which I could never return.

Sleeping with spiders
Waking to sounds of silence
I see the light
Sleeping in spider bites

Sleeping In Spider Bites

Sleeping In Spider Bites

1:15 AM

Little lonely planet
Spinning on my axis
I don't need my glasses
To feel

Little lonely lady
Misses little baby
Attracted to you lately
Too real

I'm sorry, it's been cloudy
This can't be about me
In a crowd you can't see
My face

Standing in a corner
Fighting for my honor
No this isn't really
My place

I'm a space cadet
Sucked in a vacuum
And I'm losing it
Thought I could find you

The stars look so marvelous
I never thought it could be
I guess it wasn't meant
For me

Nobody's Type

Everybody got preferences,

Don't need to be checking my references

You say that I'm hella exotic

I say that your energy's toxic

Bad mind be robotic

I'm not sick—I'm not shit

It's obvious: you're oblivious

And she's envious of my

(shhhh)

Why?

Trust Fall

Trust the process, don't let go.

Synesthesia

Sensory overload

I saw the sun explode

I know I've been exposed

To those (x3) echoes

Runner Twin (True Flame)

Shh.

Don't speak,

Just feel—it's real.

I love you.

Yellow.

I sense that it's mellow...

And running away—it's ok—

I'm insane & slightly deranged...

But I love you;

If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is.

Please forgive me for my sins—

My subconscious wins me over,

And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way?

What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way?

I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually.

But, I love you.

I'll always love you.

I'll always love you.

I'll always love.

48 Days Later

Desperate?

That's how it gets

It's been about 48 days of this shit

I'm crazed for this shit

Been dazed.

Extra?

You betcha.

I'm not trying to hear it

Not trying to go near it

I stay clear of it

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I need peace

And then you woke me up

My life was in pieces

And you're having fun?

Dissecting me at intersections

Sending me in opposite directions

Wasting my energy

Wasting the synergy that could be

If you would be

Listening to me as much as

I HEAR YOU.

Stay clear of me,

I don't want you near me

Do you hear me?

I need to be satisfied

Not made to cry

Or made to think I should shut up and die

(By the way, I hate black guys.)

So fire away.

Hands

Sign language

The new divine language

This anguish is vacant;

Apologies, this isn't me.

I'm squinting, trying to see

The light?

It's bright.

“Silence so I see...”

I smile pleasantly

At me

I Live Here

I live here

15 more days

I'm not paying your way

Cute trick, but okay

This is lame

...

I live here;

I heard all your lies,

By passing the time—

I'm just a passerby

But I try...not to cry.

It's a synthesis...

I meant this shit.

3 Times Is A Charm

I hate goodbyes

Cause you never said it

I hate replies

Cause you never sent it

I hate good highs, I'll admit it;

Cause I know what's below

3 times, and you know—

Something bad's coming.

I'm Dun

Been abandoned about 100 times

Not gonna take it at another person's pace

I'm not running in someone else's race

This is my place

This is my new place

Haste makes waste;

Now I'm done for.

Cryy

Just another ghost

I ain't gonna cry about it

I'm not gonna boast

I'm not gonna cry about it

(Pshhh. Burnt toast)

I ain't gonna lie about it

Almost

Not even gonna try about it

So close

I ain't gonna cry about it

I ain't gonna cry about it

Patience.

Alaska 8, LA -3

Not smart enough?

That's tough.

Not brave enough?

That's ruff

Got fat on ya?

That's fluff—

Enough stuff—have a puff.

Must Be ADD

Must be hard to be Jon

Must be hard to have 9 TVs on

Must be hard to be hard

Must be hard to fuck blondes

Must be hard to go on-and-on...

Must be.

On Me

Wear my heart on my sleeve;

If you died I would grieve you

I didn't believe you

There were two

blue planets

Dammit—

Thought I had you at

“Are you okay?”

But it's just me.

So, sorry…

it must be hard

Being on guard all the time

Don't know what your life is like

Won't try to guess

I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test

I know I failed.

And if I was you—

I prolly woulda bailed

On me.

So-So

Sorry sorry,

I worry-worry

No one will love me

Like I love the world.

And I do know you—

But I do owe you an apology...

Technology...is too much for me

Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times.

You know who you are;

You set the bar too high.

Now it's too late

Another obsession—

I'm just a mental case.

Sorry honey. You looked at me funny...

And I fell apart. That was the start

Of another broken heart

Priest

Not suicidal

Fuck an idol

Music is like my bible

I'm liable to read it to you,

Judas.

Alaska's On Fire

Smoke & Rain

Purple mountains

Burning fire

Red sun

Lights & lazers

Celebration

Never ending

Have fun

Goodbye, I Love You

Twisted state of consciousness

This world is in

Chaos

I lost you at “hello.”

Hey Mr. Mojo Risin

There's smoke on the horizon

For miles...tired eyes don't lie;

Look at the sky—

Wondering ‘why'

I Do

This is what love is at a distance

Had you and then gone in an instant

Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower

Danced into the midnight hour

Wondered why I turn a shade of blue

Brighter than the planet that I knew

I love you—

From a distance.

I'm sorry that I missed this chance.

Just let me have final dance.

I know the moments passed, true...

Want to think I know you like I do.

“I Fell ”

Throwing elbows

Who the hell knows

How many times I've been hit

How many times I've been choked

Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first

And what's worse is

I kept my mouth shut,

even after he split it open—

I was hopin he'd at least open his heart

Instead he departed the apartment

Started

Making threats about all his regrets,

Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies—

Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said?

He ran off.

Left me with scars on my head—

Blood on the walls, and the bed

Red Lips Always Lie;

You know why?

I had two babies cryin'

And he's flyin down the highway

Tryin to meet with a “friend”

Only told two people then,

Lied to the rest of the world:

Was Peggy's best girl

Till he literally rocked my world.

I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep—

Lost my power, got weak

And I think to myself

“Why did I ever go back?”

Lacked the confidence to leave—

But now my heart's on my sleeve,

And my sleeves are uneven,

Cause I'm still grievin

Might have still had two sons

If I had just packed up

And run away.

Instead, I'm alone today.

You predator, I'm the prey...

But I still pray for you.

Hunger Within

‘What are you hungry for?'

Always wanting more

One's not enough—

But two is too many.

Is anything worth remembering?

Rainbows round the sun;

Halos round the moon

“I didn't see anything...

I didn't hear shit.”

Maybe you were too lit—

Maybe it was legit magic

I thought it was fantastic, either way

I only wanted you to play

With me

Stay

With me

Dance

With me—mama Mia—

I see everything

History

Mystery...

Destroying “me”

The longest ego death that ever was,

“Never was.”

“...fuck it.”

I wish

To dismiss

Your sweet kiss on my lips

Fuck it.

Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive—

And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves.

Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds

Everyone uses something

Everybody uses somebody

Being Aliocha

What does that mean?

I'm hearing things, it seems

Electricity, energy

My family and friends taunting me

Codeswitch

How do You go, from ‘me—to you

Did what you had to do

Did what you wanted to:

You're you.

Seems like codeswitching

Is bitching at people

While listening to people

Complain

Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane

Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain

Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name

Motion, Words & Wisdom

Part paranoia—

And part defense system

Am I just sick?

Or am I a victim.

You're speaking when you're speaking

You stop thinking when I'm thinking

Meanwhile I keep repeating—

Motions, words—wisdom.

Deja

Friendly faces

Looking in my eyes—

Telling me something; yet saying another.

“What?”, I ask.

He answers “I'm here”

I'm hearing his voice...

On his presence I ponder.

I wonder how much is true:

‘Who made who?'

It's Deja Vu—I cant help it.

Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do

It's still you—I love you

It's fucked up, I miss you;

Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue.

16 Clubhouse Avenue

I'm in the chamber of love

The chamber of love

Looked up and and I saw you

I feel you just above ground

And I'm calling you down, down

You're the one I'm thinking of

Seagulls and doves

Hand in the sand and i draw you

If I step into the sea

I would probably drown, drown

Swaying in the sound of deafness

Can't you see that I'm so reckless

Keep me waiting leave me breathless

And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat

The sound of your heartbeat

Melting away in the body heat

Keeping the Rhythm with my feet

(With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat

Living on love street

Babe I can't wait till we next meet

Keeping the rhythm with my feet

Turned the page, I thought the show was done

I was only trying to have some fun

Lo$t

This is not the place for you

Turn away

There is something better

You are so alone in this world

We are not your friends here

Look at how you've grown

This is now, and the times have changed you

You will not be safe. . .

Go collect your thoughts

You're a ghost

Look at what you wasted

Dancing by yourself

The world has eaten all your trust

The embodiment of emptiness

And empathy, at best

Finally flew the coop

And then retreated to your nest

Go get some rest,

bird

Be seen and not heard

This world is absurd

Take away the night

Take away the light

Baby, I saw you take flight

Feeling like something's not right...

Fighting with all of your might

Turn up the lights

Feeling like somethings not right

You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight

You're blind tonight

You're too precious for this restlessness

No freedom on the guest list, this

Is one of life's great lessons:

Go home early, count your blessings

Exxchange

I swing like a

Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum

My mind is on the run

Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum

I'm in a party of one

Be

And if you love something,

Let it go

And if you lose someone

Let them free

That's all you'll ever be (is love)

That's all you'll be

You'll be

Bass Canyon 2k19

Refrain?

You're insane

We had this conversation on the plane

Ignoring all the pain inside

You watched me walk away

I'm afraid you got paid

And in the end that it was made

To make me kill myself again

This is the world that I live in

This is my universe

(You said it was ours)

This is my universe

(I watched you for hours)

This is my universe

(I sent you pretty flowers)

No you didn't

Watched you spin it

I was crying every minute

Saw your heart and I was in it

Played your part because you been it

Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S*****

But I really can't admit it

You're a secret

You're a savior

You're my planet

You're my flavor

Honey, do yourself a favor

And just tell me what you savor

You're a genius

You're a vibe

I'm just glad that you're alive

If you won't let me join your tribe?

I guess I'll have to build my hive

Queen Bee

LSD

Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be

Haven't even dosed you see:

I don't need no ecstasy

I haven't been smoking weed

But sometimes that's the thing I need

You planted all of satans seed

The world I see is full of greed

Changed my body

Cause you put your

Hands between my thighs

And you were sposed to be my guy

I think about you all the time

And you know why

Secret passwords and some rules I can apply

When I walked by the place

It's no mistake

I peeked in through your eye

The West Wing

Take someone suicidal,

Put them in a box

Take away the freedom

Take away the sun

Laugh because they're hurting

Learn to roll your eyes

Keep them even longer

When they call out all your lies

Joyful, joyful

I cannot trust

No one's loyal

Attitude adjustment

I was spoiled rotten with

Candy and soda

But that causes everything, everything to start over

Pick your poison

Prescription or addiction

Look to the horizon

Never see the sun

Venice Venture

I loved you the moment I saw you;

With wonder I finally saw you—

Where is your soul?

I wanted to hold you,

I wanted to keep you whole

Jumped into a hole and thought of you

Jumped into a hole, and—

I saw there were two

I wanted to fill it...

But wanted to feel you, too.

Pod

Of magic and memories

Wonder and light

Have you picked all your pennies

Washed all your stones

Counted your blessings

Rested your bones?

God rest your soul

Praise The Skyy

I missed work,

But I found the rainbow

I found myself

But I dropped my halo

I don't know about tomorrow

But my futures so bright, I—

Might just be the light, I—

Might just see the sun-light

Through the cloudy days

Amazing,

Praise the sky

Origins

When we were the ocean (echo)

Before Father Time

Remembrance of the divine

It just was

Nothing and everything

Happened at once

Just because

It was all just an accident

The happiest accident

The world

We were

We are

We are still here

I am

You are.

We are still here.

You Are What You Wiah

Be careful what you wish for

All of them come true

Be careful what you wish for

Nothing is ever untrue

If it's there

In your heart—in your soul

In the place that dreams are made

In the place that you were born from

Your spirit speaks,

So listen:

Do not let go of what you know

You have always known it

Wishes

Wishes

Wishes are your truth

Be careful what you wish for

Your wishes become you.

AlllStaR

We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor

The journey hadn't ended—

You've been on this expedition—

And we've walked for miles and miles

We have danced below the sunlight

Even glided with the moon, right in the

Heart and in the eye

Of something-city.

It never really mattered, being pretty

Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free.

Back to Abbot Kinney

There is something we forgot

The plot thickens like my waistline—

All the sugar they refine, a goldmine

Rotting minds and taking time away—

Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay;

Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself

Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline—

Each palm a psalm,

To each his own

To teach, to own

It's a lonely, road

But if only, only...

(From Holes)

‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh...

The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies...

As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only'

All is Well

We don't need another song about...

Because they're all about...

And all my songs are about...

Left it open,

But it slammed behind me

And I loved the sound

Because it was meant to be

Left it cracked,

Like the egg that I am

And I am

in my own shell

All is well

All is well

Butterflyy

I am beside myself

I am inside myself

Abiding by rules

I might have made

Siiickness

Bless You/ Fuck You

Depends on the day

Achoo—sorry—

I hope you're okay.

Left on time,

but they—

Found a way

—for making me

Pay for it

Pay for it

Pay for my way to get paid

But

Half of their shit is delayed

(Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?)

But

Half of me probably made

Up

My mind

“I'm fine.”

I'm not.

But—

This life makes me want to give

Love

“What's up?”

I'm down, ‘whaddup'?

I need some friends

Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...)

My

Cup

No.

Love?

No.

The plug?

No.

Sorry for bugging you, but

“What?”

‘I'm up—what?'

“Wake up,

Love—“

Love?

...

R3AL

What is love/

What is real?

What is love/

What is real?

What is love/

What is real?

What is love/

What is real?

SUPA

And

You can't wear your heart on your sleeve

With an S on your Chest

But you have to believe

You can do it

Western Lights

Diffractions in traffic

Aurora Borealis

Love The World

Hate my job

Hate my face

Hate my life

Hate this place

Love the world

Hate my life

Hate my hair

Hate my thighs

Love is there

Love the world

Believe in

Everything, have something

To wake up for

Believe in

Everything, it's only

Time to go

When you say so, so

Love the world

Heart—Sleeve

Hate myself

Hate myself

Hate myself

Love you

Hate myself

Hate myself

Hate myself

Love you

Hate myself

Hate myself

Hate myself

Love you

More and more

Don't Go

Like the sunlight reflects off the snow

I just hope that you know

That I love you

Don't go

I love you—

Don't go

I love you—

You know

And we're just two gaseous planets passing by

Twinkling I'm your eyes

Ships passing in the night

Wannabee

i wanna be alone

i wanna be alone

i wanna be alone

Don't wanna be lonely

Need someone to hold me

I only need one

But since there's no one...

Stare into the sun

I just wannabe—

Wanna be

Wanna be

Wanna be

(Wanna be?)

Done

One

Just one me

Just one world

Just one tree;

Just one girl

M&C

Misery loves company

Misery loves company

Misery loves company

And misery is company—

You're losin' me.

Planets

And we're just two gaseous planets passing by

Twinkling I'm your eyes

Ships passing in the night

Noontime

Take me to the Grammys

I wanna meet the family

I'm tryna keep it classy

But the world is pretty trashy

My license is a class C

I'm average as I can be

I want the presidency, so

Somebody educate me

Back To, Unh

I'm late for my train

Plain Jane, plain insane

Look up, I see a plane

I eat weight and then I gain it

Clarissa, I can't explain it

I wax it and then I wane it

Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch

I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it

I hate bread but then I ate it

I love cheese and so I grate it

I love food and so I plate it

Love DRuGs I love getting faded

But lately the world is jaded

So

(Sung, nah-nah)

I stay sober—found a four leaf clover

Frozen in October

Alaska getting colder

When they say it's over,

I linger,

Get closer

I need more exposure

Cause I am getting older

This instagram is closure

No selfies and no posers

Close your—mouth please

Lose your spouse please

Because he took your house keys

(Choking sounds, gasping for air)

I need fucking therapy—

A doctor who won't lock me up

A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness

Do you get this?

No. You don't know.

Nobody really understands my self destruction plan

But I don't really ‘need' a man,

Because I wrote

“I am”

And,

“And.”

And—this is my Land

‘This is our world

This is our sand' (box)

Thinking about getting dread

Locks

I don't need headphones I need

Aux—

‘I want to hold your hand'

Awwwwsss—

Walks on the beach

I am a beached whale

I am a teacher

I'm gonna set sail

Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people

So tax free so evil

Evil knieval midevil

Shirts

I was trippin on shirts

Avoiding them flirts, the worst

Laying me down in a hearse

I never rehearse

Live my whole life in reverse—

I'm Benjamin button

It hurts-hurts

The world is George Lucas's first,

Work

From something to nothin,

It works, church

From First and to Last

Every verse, verse

Somebody come help break this

Curse curse

Demons in my universe—verse

Remember you asked who came first—first

(Two times?)

...it was the egg.

Go break a leg.

I don't have to beg

I'm going to Vegas.

Bitch I'm gonna be famous

Bitch I'm already A-List

Bitch I'm friends with the greatest

Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design

‘Bitch you look fine'

I promise, I'm not

Promises, promises

Thought I forgot

©racked

Hacked

Maybe because I'm black

Maybe because they thought I'd attack

Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it

I don't know what to call this shit;

Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime

Bus lines wasting my time

Wrote the bus song on my own vibe

I don't write songs all of the time,

But when I do, I use blue and my

‘Do' frame of miiind.

Gotta find the right sound pack

Gotta get a new backpack

Gotta be myself, that's whack

I can't go back

I can't take that

Can't fake facts: I've been hacked

For no reason, that's stupid

I left right on time

Apple reads minds now,

Google makes plans now

I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain—

Need my phone to get by,

Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home—

Cause I can find north, of course—-

West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can

Walk for miles and miles

It might be awhile to apply my airline miles,

But I got different styles or writing

I'm sick of fighting with myself—

Pull the trigger already

“No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat”

Oh.

Started working on my suicide note,

And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid

Little

Head.

Nam Dama Mi

That's an inner thought:

Keep it to yourself

Put it on the shelf,

You're a mad man

Do you remember me?

I am the stars you see

And the answer that you seek,

Is the blinding light.

Fight the tide,

You're hiding—

Wasting the days

Resting

Rest In Peace to the

Rest of them,

Following everyone's footsteps

They're practically sheep, but

You keep keeping up with them

Friends?

If only, if only.

Depends on

If you're feeling lonely,

I guess.

Do you remember yourself?

She was healthy

Do you remember her death?

Falling victim to captive

Both weakened and wealthy

Was he, who

Could see you

Practically couldn't believe you

Who was that?

Inherited panic attacks from your past—

Life goes on.

Dos

Mi like

Viven LA or en Vegas?

Dos

You a writer or you tryna do this music?

Dos

Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames?

Dos

Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala?

Dos

Laundromat

Undercover 88

Crown Vic

Victory is mine

History is mine

Hollywood bungalow

Yucca & Vine

Fine line between

champagne & wine

White lie

When I say “I'm fine”

Fine dining,

I have no spine

Calling the bank cause my card was

Declined

Ladder I climb

I'm falling behind

The children born after me

Never you mind

It's such a catastrophe

Body & Mind

Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind

I need my glasses,

Please help me find them

I cannot see you—

I'm Daphne I'm blind

*gasp* “Are you okay?!”

No—not today

I fast and I pray that you won't go away

I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay

Good-hey, good, I need you to play

My favorite songs when I go to the rave

My favorite favorite favorite place

One day they'll probably send me to space

Because I belong to an alien race

Cree-Cree phone home...

I hate my phone

I hate the phony

Instagram hoes

I hate my body

Wanna go home

Death is a freedom

When we all fall asleep,

Where do we roam?

Noam Chomsky

Write me a poem

Cute pomsky—

Wish I could show em.

Dog show in dogtown

You know what's up

The tide is down

I said surf's up

If up is down

Enough's enough

I'll prob'ly drown

Out

Sounds

How

Now

Brown

Cow

Tell Father Time

That time is now

There is no past

There is no “how”

There is no “try”

There's only “do”

There is no “I”

There is no “you”

The universe is 2+2

It all adds up

It's all in view

You know what's up

And I do too

For you are I, and I am you

Absolutely: whooo are you?

I am, he is,

You are, he is,

You are

I am

We are

I am

They are

I am

Me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Sunny, sunny days

Happy birthdays

60 earth days, or so

I've been crazy, so...

Here it goes.

I chose you,

And I don't suppose you know

Cause I don't know you—

Don't owe you an apology,

But apologies, please accept these

Tokens of appreciation

For all the elation, and sensations

I'm so sorry.

The complexity of energy astounds me—

Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you,

And I missed it.

Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side—

And that's fine; he has a nice vibe

But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy

I'm kind of blind, but

I can read between the lines—

Every other song was a sign

That you could be my guide;

Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart

So...

Thank you

I'm sorry

I love you

I miss you

I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely—

I'm sorry, Sonny.

Sorry, sorry.

You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music.

I'm too sick to cope,

And I hope you're okay.

I really hope you're okay.

I really hope you're okay.

Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs—

The vibe attracted me.

Disastrously drunk, perhaps,

But I collapsed at the showers—

Waited in line bout an hour hearing

“Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex”

Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking:

“Well they couldn't be talking about me...”

Because you wouldn't be thinking about me—

I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so—

Please excuse me when I say

I'm crazy for you.

Don't have a clue about your personal life—

But a guy with a wife is off limits.

I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there—

And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle—

Went full-throttle on no-energy...

What can I say?

Sorry again.

Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story.

I don't know who you are,

And you might know who I am—

Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out...

Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time

Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one”

Which is why I run away so fast...

When things are too good to be true,

I remember all my shades of blue

I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket

To whatever team you're on—

But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on...

Seemed your type.

When I'm right, I'm right.

And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia...

But it's always Sonny on iTunes

And always Skrillex on Spotify

Mr. Mojo didn't die,

He lives inside our hearts.

You started it.

I wanted it too badly.

Ray bands and your hands under my covers...

We could be lovers

In a perfect world.

Thank you for the music. I'm listening.

Anna

The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said

“I wanna look like you.”

And I could not believe her,

Let my energy deceive her

Cause I, cause I

Wanted to look like her more.

She said “ohh, I want hair like that”

And I watched her stare, like that

Thing on my head was a

Bright shooting star; haily's comet

I'd not let myself believe it

Cause I wanted to look like her, more.

Anna, you perfect thing

Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen

Anna, please don't—

Close those pretty brown eyes,

Your manna.

Anna, you're what's the matter with me

Can't you see?

I wanna look just like you.

Intense (Like Camping)

Moon shaped eyes

Shadowcast lies

She silently cries

As her memory dies

Erase it away

Just live for today

Don't cry

Just learn to lie better

You know you're better off

When you're off on your own

There's nobody there, you're just dreaming

It's not really cold, you're just sleeping—

It never happened, you're dying inside,

Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes—

It's no surprise

Slept until sunrise.

Just Know

Wherever you are in the world

Whatever you do with your life

Whoever you take as your wife

Know that I love you

I'm sending you wishes of love

Protections from heavens above

I am the owl and the dove

So just know that I love you

It's too much

It's too soon

Saw your face

Met my doom

I've been pacing in my room

Know that I

Know that I—

— cannot hear your name again

The world that I've been living in

Is filled with taunting, torturous

And ridiculing, I cant stand it,

I—

Stand it, I—

Never had to clutch a pillow

admire weeping willows;

Just know.

Tears will never ever tell your secrets

I told you it was sacred,

I would keep it;

Just know.

Can't reach out

Drowning in sorrow and self doubt

Would hate to

Be left on

The list of millions

Hoping they can have you

So I don't hope

I'm holding onto rope

Unwrap the heartstring

Hope it's long enough

To tie onto the chandelier

You've seen me so much this year

I'm hanging myself, hanging on

Hanging on

To you…

So just know that I love you.

In Hate [With Myself]

Fat is ugly

As I am

As I am

Black is ugly

As I am

As I am

Would I believe in myself

If I had beauty?

Would I believe in myself

If I was happy?

Would I believe in myself

Maybe, not likely

I just want to die in peace

At peace

With peace

Just as much as

I have

Love

To give

Forgive, me,

Love

For I am in

Hate with myself

Hate myself

I'm in hate with myself

Maybe too late for myself

Maybe too late for myself

Hate is ugly

As I am

As I am

Fear is ugly

As I am

As I am

Life is ugly

As I am

Thank You, You're Beautiful

I

Hate

The ugly

I see

When

I look in the mirror,

But

Thank you

Because you

Are beautiful.

I

Hate

The sound

Of

My voice

When I'm singing

Over the radio

But thank you

Because you are

Beautiful

Something inside me

Is fighting

The blinding

Light

I so wish I was whole

I'm the whole world

I'm told to stay positive

But I am positive

Someone wants me

Dead within the decade

Mother Earth

I am unpredictable

Superstitious

Unreliable

Be my witness

I'm not Rick

I'm toxic

I'm nauseous

And conscious

CAKE

Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger;

Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress;

Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes—

Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress.

Smog Check

Back to blue skies

Under clouds of waste

That we can't see

But we created

All the world is somewhat jaded

So get faded—

wade in the wata;

Pollution is notta problem

When you got a lot of em

When you got a lot of em

Life is everlasting

Blur (Lifeless En Motion)

To be lifeless in motion;

A cascading glimpse

At the thought of emotion

Miss me by inches

No wish of devotion.

Sifting so silently;

Lifeless In motion.

Judgement Day

My body was a trial

Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired

It hurts so bad

You're on the road

And I'm alone

I just stuff my fat face with

Anything that might

Make me feel loved

Everyone knows that I'm (crazy)

Every one knows that I'm (stupid)

Everyone knows that I'm (hungry)

But no one knows that I'm TIRED

Of living this lie

So I wish I would die

In my sleep

But I keep on repeating

This cycle

It's sweeping my mind

I find it hard to believe

If I meet you again

In your eyes and you'd smile

I smile for your voice and

Yes

I'll always love you

Shame on me

Everyone knows that I'm (crazy)

Every one knows that I'm (stupid)

Everyone knows that I'm (hungry)

But no one knows that I'm TIRED

But no one knows that I'm

But no one knows that I'm

But no one knows that I'm

On my last lifetime

Home Is Where The Art Is

I have panic attacks on the bus every morning—

Google maps throwing me off and often,

losing my mind trying to find where I'm going;

There's no place like roaming

There's no place like home

I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand—

Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's

Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping—

There's no place for coping

There's no place like home

I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps

Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me

I'm finding the line is too fine to determine

My side

Side-by-side mirror images,

Interesting concept:

“Conception at birth”

How abstract, subtracting

Distractions, passing concessions

& sundries covering all my expressions

Of joy

Enjoying

Chos in color

Home is where the art is.

Bouts of insomnia,

Battling bullet wounds;

Inspiration's a gift of disaster—

But soon, knives forks and spoons,

A lamp for my room, and a broom, too;

Home is where the art is.

I'm in the cocoon, for now—

Still learning how to be beautiful,

Creating a canvas on my back, seeing—

Everything, everyday.

On my way

On my way

On my way

to being

Home.

Fr33

Just the idea of being free

Makes me in love with me

Catch The Sun

When we all fall asleep

And the sun drifts away

Some people stay up

To Make up

Theworld of next day

There is no ‘tomorrow'

So follow yourself

Swallow it whole,

The World:

You are the whole

Thing.

Open your eyes--

All of them.

Brownies & Lemonade

I see lemonade everywhere

But where are the brownies

(Am I the brownie?)

On my honor, I--

Will do.

Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue

I'm myself, because of U

Saw through new eyes, today

Something I never saw, at all

And I fall in love

With love

With love--

With

Love

WIth

U

(Remember Me?)

Whose Moon Is It, Anyway?

All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night

At least this is my last, last life

BLU World

I have been lost in a world of blue,

wishing to share the world with you.

Watch it turn from blue—

to brown—

to blue

Drowned in the future

Doubt there's a future

Now is the future, they say

They're watching you throw it away.

HOWSLAW

Superstitions coming true

Tripped over a bag—

I just wanted a flag or a backpack

I went back for you

[For]

Fasting and praying for

Fasting and praying for

Fasting and praying for

Justice

Fasting and praying for

Fasting and praying for

Fasting and praying for

Life

Fasting and praying for

Fasting and praying for

Lost and Forgotten Spirits

Fasting and praying for

Fasting and praying for

You my love

I am truth, I am light

I am freedom in the night

I am watching demons fight

(In the night, they take flight)

There's a spirit in my

(Spirit in my)

head and I can

Hear it, In my bed

the recollection of

a voice I truly love

Fasting and praying and

fasting and praying and

fasting and praying and….

Forgive me.

Sunny Sunday

I sent some love your way

In my own world I can stay

Hidden, Kept secret

Give Victoria the secret,

You may wonder if she'll keep it

the devil gave her all the weapons

to be cloaked in all the beauty of

a body fit for lingerie

angels never go away

demons dance and play

and wait for you to make mistakes

Sheep adorned with lace

perfect body, perfect face

make Charisma avoid Karma

and put Pleasure in her place.

Find your place and keep it

Lock away your secrets

You may not believe it, but:

The only world is you

Sunny Sundays

Crashing waves to the west

And I wish you the best

I just wish you the best

A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L.

And they won't give me Adderall

Cause then I would rule the world

Then I could rule the world

‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?'

They won't give me things that would

help me to mend the world

Cause that would mean

theirs is ending

Fiends can't be friends

and reflections, expectations

of men in the eye of the beholding

blind, leading

wild, tides—moonlight

fight with the demons

he sent in the night,

You're right:

Stay in tonight.

And they won't give her adderall

because they know that she would fall

in love with herself

“Just kill yourself.”

She came back to haunt herself—

wanted off this planet,

poisonous planet

you poisoned humanity

(poisoning, poisoning)

Any Moore

I don't wanna be me, anymore

I just missed my chance to be free

because ugly is wearing your face out

Half of the time, I just space out

Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious

Losing respect, losing time—

I need more.

MaybEmpathy

Maybe it's a secret weapon

Maybe it's a blessing

Maybe it's a lesson

Maybe It's a curse

Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing

Maybe's only make It worse, so

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you, I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me

(Empathy)

Maybe it's the sunrise

Maybe it's a surprise

Maybe it's my disguise

I don't know

Maybe it's some that place I should go

I love my ‘home'

But

I'm all alone, so

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you, I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me

(Empathy)

Maybe I'm just crazy

Maybe I'm your baby

Maybe I'll be saving planet earth

Maybe I'm just dying

I'm so sick of crying

But I won't stop trying, no

Maybe you're the greatest

Maybe I'm the latest

Maybe fill my plate with

Everything I hate

Maybe I'm too late, but

Maybe I've been waiting

Lately I've been dreaming

Of us

So just

Bare with me

Certainly

In love

With you

No maybes.

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you, I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me too

(Empathy)

Maybe it's my Purple Heart

Maybe this is just the start

Maybe we are just apart

For now

Maybe it's your pretty eyes

Maybe it's the moonlight nights

Maybe I'm just star struck

Right now

Right now

Right now

Maybes make everything better.

FAT

Eat-a

bowl -a

Granola

Better than a coca-cola

That's ebola

no hola

Get fatter than my areola

Bird's (The) Word

Wha-da-da-dup?

I mean, “surf's up!”

I mean Red Cup

I mean, ‘All The Way Up'

SIKE.

What in the fuck do I look

Like

Not like a balla not like

Mike;

Psyc evaltuation

Nation is evil

Doesn't want people

Equal--(equal)

Has less calories

But salaries at companies

can't cover these

Insurance fees and premiums

Spotify can read my mind,

As if it was a medium

Shirt size fluctuate

From XS to Medium

XS was super dumb

Maybe they remember us:

Two big ass bitches

In 3x mini Dresses

Dressed to impress the emporer:

‘Impalas Only!'

Gazelles for the lonely guys--

No surprise there:

Thunder Thighs weren't in season

The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines

Cause we like red velvet cake

No mistakes made

‘Make way--comin thru!'

Best friend pushed us through

To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled)

BOO-WHO

I think you're a ghost

I think i'm an owl

I love you the most

An alien hosted

Me

SupaCree

Supecedes--super seeds

Everything

Everything's everything

Bring Me backstage

In the age of backpage

I hit the backspace

Space cadet

No Regrets

Just regurts

Regurgitate

Yogurt--

Kiefer after reefer

Refferal this squirrel

To talk therapy, apparently

Body dysmorphia got to me

Honestly,

I just need surgery.

Everything's sugary

Food isn't real to me

Doesn't appeal to me

Banana peel to me

Slip-and-fall

Monkey-see-monkey-do-

Anything

chunky-too-funky

I can't wear anything

I heartraves puts out;

I'm not a circus ring

Sometimes I feel like Penelope

Elephante, Killa remembering

All the things

I would sing

I would ring bells

Drinking Sunny-D

Juice--

Chance had the answer

my favorite rapper,

Had to be, probably

Drake is an actor.

Study the past for

future prediction,

I never fit in

I never fit in

Tripp pants before,

But I can't afford them anyway.

Anyway,

What did you say,

In that song?

Man, it's been a long time

Since ‘09

07 was heaven--

Last time I was president

LDS resident

Someone was heaven sent

[sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer]

Going on tour and shit

I'm starting to resent

Everything too recent

I'm on decline, descent

Disintegrated and separated

Soul from my Spirit.

Do you hear it?

It's me.

August 4th, 1985

Stop. Wait

Don't look back.

Just. Disappear;

You're not here, ghost

and I'm sorry, I love you

But thank you for making me

Open my

Open my

Eyes

(...)

White Lies

White Noise

White guys;

Pretty Boys

Superman--

No disguise

Secret Identity

Secretly

Secretly

Hidden in secrecy

I. Just.

Can't look back.

You. Reappeared.

Got my own fanny pack.

Don't mean to boast, but--

I kept your diplomacy

Thank you for making me

hate coke and ecstasy

Open my

Open my

Eye, please.

Fasting & Praying [working title]

Fasting and praying and

Fasting and praying and

Fasting and praying for

Me to

Finally be free

White Lies

White Noise

White guys;

Pretty Boys

Superman--

No disguise

Secret Identity

Secretly

Secretly

Hidden in secrecy

[Waltz Love]

Bless You/ Fuck You

Depends on the day

Achoo—sorry—

I hope you're okay.

Left on time,

but they—

Found a way

—for making me

Pay for it

Pay for it

Pay for my way to get paid

But

Half of their shit is delayed

(Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?)

But

Half of me probably made

Up

My mind

“I'm fine.”

I'm not.

But—

This life makes me want to give

Love

“What's up?”

I'm down, ‘whaddup'?

I need some friends

Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...)

My

Cup

No.

Love?

No.

The plug?

No.

Sorry for bugging you, but

“What?”

‘I'm up—what?'

“Wake up,

Love—“

Love?

…

And...I'm In…

Love with another ghost

(with another ghost)

I'm in love with

The world but

The world is

Running out of

(running out of)

Running out of

Love

Maybe i'm selfless—

If I have a death wish…

No;

I'm just an artist, i'm starving

Alarmingly me.

-SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē

More

I don't wanna be me anymore

I can't live in this life, can't afford myself

I just don't want to

But i'm going to have to collect

All the pieces

This is too much, I can't be

such-and-such

or-so-and-so

and so I cry

I don't lie down, once i'm up, but

my coffee cup's been corrupted

I just don't feel it any

more

more

More?

I don't wanna be me, anymore

I'm so tired of her,

tired of hurting

tired, and worthless

what's a mistake worth?

Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors.

“You're so gorgeous.”

No, not anymore.

More often then not,

I'm the pot calling the kettle black

Actors attract with charisma,

I can't, but—

I give love

Love—

Just take it,

I'll make

more

more

More.

823

Bait and switch

Magic happened

Hold me captive, captain

Hollering at Jolly Roger

I feel just like Mr. Rodgers

This is not my neighborhood

I'm good, when I'm good

But I haven't been good

In about eighty three days

It's been crazy, but

Daisy, I'm driving you—

miss me.

Misty eyes, every night

no surprise, there

an interesting pair, are we—

Are we?

Absolutely. I live in certainty

This is our universe

We are exactly as,

we're supposed

to be.

Are we?

Can't believe it's been eighty three.

Have you forgotten me?

Possibly, not likely

I think you just might be

scared?

afraid?

I think you're not ready

keeping your eye on me

watch the way you think

Black—and blue—and pink

Overthink, think, overthink

Eighty three

Work 8 to 3, release

Please, I need to leave an hour early

How can this be?

I looked in your eyes with anxiety

What could you want from me?

Why

Why do I love you so?

So, so much love—

Why?

Why do I love you so much, love?

This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love

A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love.

Why won't you tell me goodbye, love?

Pick up the phone just to try, love?

The tension is making me cry, love...

You know I just want to get high, love.

Why?

Why am I like this?

Why can't I fight this?

I wanted to try this, to see what it's like—

I don't like it. I don't like it at all

I'm beginning...beginning to fall,

Back in love, love—why?

This is above love.

Why, love—

Why do I love you so much?

MoonSun

And Ooh--

You don't need me, like I need you

Oh--

I know you miss me,

Like I miss you

but

Ohh--

You don't need me, like I need you

Oh--

THere's no tellin

Nothing that I wouldn't do for you

But you don't need me, like I need you

Elohim

You are so

Perfect

Sparkling eyes

Silouhette Smile

So Wonderful

Your voice could carry me miles

And I'd

Follow you

Follow you

Into the blue world

You are so

Beautiful

Practically perfect in every way

Pratically perfect, that's all I can say--

Practically perfect; and thank you for making my

Day

today

I wish you everything

I wish you peace

I wish you joy and love

I hope you keep it

Please don't remember me

I am only a ghost--but--

What you are to me

Is so sweet

Have this: keep t

Here, I hve this….

Secret.

(Whispered: I love you.)

You are so

You are so

You are so

You are so

Lovely, love

I'm not in love, but--

Love, I--

Love you

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-U.

Arturo's keyboard mini lab

MkII

Hurt me so good

Baby daddy

Make me wanna scream

Don't you know I love it

Roller coaster

Hands around my throat

You choke me.

Throw me off my boat

I'm drowning in your ocean

W

Love me love me

(Moans)

Living in grace,

In your glory

In the shadow of your talents

And the glamor of your essence,

Whatever that is.

I should just

Sell that bitch

She work hard

Slave so strong, baby

I should just

Sell that bitch

Have me a picnic

Take her to market

Honest

Slave work hard, baby

Slave work hard

She work hard,

For no money

#1s

(Lols)

one hell of a parable

An attack on my psyche

KILLYOURSELF.

*COUGH*

Find your way somewhere and

JUMP

For the fun of it

JUMP from the top of the rock

(If they let you in!)

JUMP from the

*COUGHS*

Oh,

Just kill yourself,

Jesus

I gotta go,

I gotta go again

What do you know

What do you know again?

Right when you show up

I wanna throw up

Or show you the—

Drums

COUGH

Or just kill yourself

Jump right in front of the train,

I dare ya

Come along way from the Uptown A,

No!

we're going down

We're going going down and about

Sabatoge on my body

Attack of the zombies

The gangstakers cough

But I wonder who pays them

On government money?

But no m debt forgiveness

If freedom is slavery

What do you call this?

I warned you,

Stay out of the politics—

Focus on music

You'd said you'd take care of all of it

Then left me stranded.

I like being strangled

I like being robbed

I like falling off of my skateboard

[UMPH]

I left blood there

It's all strays and ashtrays

Where he stays,

But it's okay

Cause these days,

It's all crazy

Eyes glazed,

And all lazy

It's awful:

I'm all fucked up,

This alt-right movement

New wave racists

Consuming me,

Blue eyes and hatred.

They say I'm all wrong

Just for being born,

But I think we're all one

Even if they don't

Plus,

I'm not dark on purpose.

Now you renrmver me?

I remembered you the first time!

Not very well-

Passion Play

I don't feel so good

I think I'm off my rock,

I got a lot to talk about

But not a lot of knowledge

You know that

Everyone, even God suffers

I got a lot of words and worries

All I want is a surfboard

Carve my name out of all of em

Arboles

I'm lost

I could post all this

Or get my nails polished

So much for martyrs

And mothers in morning for ever

I cry every dawn until morning

Fir all the love lost

Add it's all up, that's always

And these days, in haides

I'm a lady in shades from LA

And nobody loves me

Not even my baby

I'm so blazed,

I'm taking it straight to my vein,

On the train in front of all these strangers

*gasp*

Are you okay?

*gasp*

A haphazard orgasm

As my organs shut down

Out of automatic on autopilot

Or a test, maybe

Of

The Uptown A

Gangstaklers in all white

It's alright

I might be uptight

Or up BBC all night writing, in spite of my

*coughs*

Ravenous appetite

Fuck, what's an EXtra small for

If they make extra extra small

And all I want is a hug from

1, two, three—

coughs

All of em!

I just want someone to love me

That doesn't think less of the

Blacks and the browns that aren't

Barbies, and adonises

The rest of us are ugly

So what?

Just discard us in the Bronx and far rockaways,

(Jamaica! Ugh!)

“What the fuck did you just say to me?! “

Bother brawl on the bus

Another. Recording for my opera

Or symphonies, turn coughs in the harmonies

Hopping up hoping the cops aren't watching me

Ok, okay—

The train seems to be coming

As quickly as I need

But I still need bravery

Hey, it's the brain dead nobody

Said somebody—

I turned 5 dollars to 20

And 20 to a million

By wishing on

Anything other than.

Whatever Horace me this body

Cause nobody loves me

I'm almost invisible

Brimming with envy

And needing attention

And money to turn into

Energy

He said

“I didn't mean to hurt you—

Or hate you”

She said,

“I didn't mean to have coffee

At half past 11 pm—

But here we are again—

Here we are again

It's gets harder and harder to love again

This is the ark of our story

What is that

*sniffs* what is what

What is that

*sniffs*

That face.

Just *snifs.* my face.

Are you crying?

{crying) mm—mm. *sniffs*

Don't fucking cry— if you fucking cry—I'll fucking kill you.

(Very ugly cry)

Don't ugly cry!

(Even uglier cry)

Ugh!

*shoots with pistol*

*dies instantly*

Fuck!

—He'll be back.

[Dillon Francis just had that look on his face.]

Like

(But worse.)

Starr Michael Roberts - May all his curses and his karma be returned to him; may he suffer now all the damage he has done unto others tenfold; return immediately every demon and all dieties against him in karma and chaos; let Starr Michael Roberts wither and diminish under his own doing. Let his wifebeating father Michael John Roberts be cursed forever for beating his wife to suicide. Let this generational cycle of abuse be broken and it's effects not passed on though time. Let this counter curse protect all affected and break the cycle of abuse and harm.

So mote it be.

Amen.

Starr Michael Roberts is a fat alcoholic pedophile wifebeater. May all his curses and his karma be returned to him; may he suffer now all the damage he has done unto others tenfold; return immidiately every demon and all dieties against him in karma and chaos; let Starr Michael Roberts wither and diminish under his own doing. Let his wifebeating father Michael John Roberts be cursed forever. Let this counter curse protect all affected and break the cycle of abuse and harm.

So mote it be.

Amen.

The coughing had stopped for awhile but had suddenly returned, as if I had done something wrong—but it only seemed that the more I paid attention to myself and my health, improving my life and my habits, this energy followed, as if trying to keep or return me to the Hell from which I had been born, raised, and married into— only to overcome by luck if anything, albeit strength and wit; the cycle of abuse was still the ever present cycle—and the more I read about the psychological mindset of a psychopath, the more I had come to realize my own pitiful narssism, as if it had become a contagious burden— which I had tried to thrwart at every angle, of course—but as it appeared, most of being a typical person was conversing, about if not mindless things like the weather, then about oneself—and especially since I had done my very best to be soully a musician, I had been in the habit of upselling myself, which for the most part I hated anyway; However, some achievements and talents I really did take such pride in that sometimes I felt that there were only so many things that I could say, that I was often repeating myself, or even worse—speaking from some kind of scripted dialogue, which didn't seem much but a stones throw away from the surreal and bizzare unreality that I had been in; things each day seemed more and more like a movie, the night before culminating in an entire plethora of new discoveries—both about myself, and my apparent self-made external world.

I knew that my return to Equinox would in some way be a catch—the recently-increased initiation fee which I accredited to the prolonged disability from joining, however worth the wait had doubled— jumping from something like $250, to $500 in what seemed overnight, though it had been already almost eight months since I had rejoined—and nearly seven in New York alone, though the time had flown despite its absolutely dreadful happenings, not yet having any fun at all in the city besides very brief moments of euphoria—no, instead I had been shown a first-hand look at the broken system, the broken economy, and the broken people of the world first-handedly, fighting tooth-and-nail to stay well—which had been an incredible fight in itself, in addition to the growing number of actual physical fights and altercations I myself never thought would become of my growing years—but New Yorkers, it seemed—especially and particularly the poor and black ones—liked to fight, and I was learning well to protect myself and defend, both in wit and might. But, especially as of lately, I had grown tired, depressed—and especially very hungry, my food supply dwindled to that of simply whatever I could get my hands on from the local food pantries, and I was learning very well that ‘poor people food' and ‘fat people food' were more commonly than not the same things. The grocery stores in the area were allowed to mark up everything in order to compete with each other in greed, in the poverty-stricken neighborhood of Ozone Park, which lived up to its name exceedingly, filled with trash, and heavy with the exhaust of every imaginable industrial machine imaginable, from automobiles to airplanes and beyond—it was an overall disgusting place to be, and with the coming times the reality had set in that I was just as likely broken as those around me in some way—but in understanding how, I would often also want and need to understand why—an answer only God would give me.

Just a couple days before, I had woken up seemingly into a fairytale—

I had been again in the habit for some reason of checking my email, and upon refreshing my GMail had a slew of messages from Equinox, who I had chosen specifically just the day before not to block or place into spam—and though with the passing months of March, April, May, June and almost all of July begrudgingly giving way to the need to work out, trying most every-other gym within reach and at times trekking a tolling 2.5 hours one-way to the most affordable and/or acceptable gym, hating every moment of it as with time passed, I came to understand that a vast majority of people living in the ‘under-realms' of society were less likely to use trash cans even indoors— beginning with a mall-bound gym in the Bronx, which at the very least had a sauna, I couldn't dare to pay the monthly cost, knowing that I would sooner-than-later be transferred to a shelter even further than the gym I had chosen—x-sport fitness—and had grown to a boiling hate, observing the petty mis-management, being told one thing and then another—but above all, the dirty, trashy facilities—the number one factor which disinterested me from paying for any of the gyms I had joined in my time in New York, besides blink—which I had mostly detested due to it seeming more like a high school play room than an actual gym, and of course, it's lack of adequate sauna facilities or even hot showers.

It was during my return to ka futness however that I realized my life had changed fiercer, that I was being watched, tested, and tempted—and though I knew something remarkably greater was at play, my own character had been numerously thrown into question—which I understood, but was still however irritated by, never knowing why someone such as I would be held to such high standards at all, and although knowing that a notable amount of my writing and other works of art had been published and had been become some sort of a public interest, I didn't understand why it mattered so much to the rich and privileged elites who had everything without any of the trauma or having to work too inadequately hard for it that I was so squeaky clean—and for the most part, I was, besides the couple of inherited traits and nasty habits I had adopted under duress of trauma, abuse, and neglect—let alone poverty itself—and I found it baffling that in a society where the white elite had bought up all of the food and property in the world and were selling it back at acceleratingly increased prices for profit to the lower masses, that stealing vegan protein from Whole Foods market could or would be looked down upon—and had just few months earlier been ‘thwarted' in an attempt to gain proper enough nutrition to function, as the homeless system did not provide water at all, or vegan food, leaving me to eat for the most part, only bananas for weeks on end—and of course, once allocated the funds to eat, being limited to such predatory pricing that two avacados might cost $6, or just one mango $3– not of course that I could keep much food for long; the shelter did. It provide a refrigerator or kitchen, and as I hadn't yet been able to afford a cooler, having decided to catch up on my bills with the income I was receiving as a DJ, rather than spend it on any of my other needs—food, clothes, and of course, my hair, which had embarrassingly at this point grown into matter dreads I would more than likely have to cut off—and at least, of course— if I was going to cut my hair I would have to be really skinny—because I was already too black and too fat to be pretty at all, really, by societal standards—but chopping my hair off would be the end of my existence, perhaps a much-needed end, as my existence so far hasn't been admirable, besides a few redeeming factors and qualities I had that even I liked—and, I did at least like myself enough on the inside to try to keep the outside decent, at least clothed.

‘That's it. I'm not going back to the gym until I can afford Equinox.”

I had certainly mentioned this jokingly on my podcast, whose audience I was still largely unaware of, but didn't care— I was still continually being coughed at, bullied, and harassed by means of what seemed psychological terror and torture—and by now I knew the more I felt or thought that it could be black magic inflicted by my fat, stupid, lazy estranged ex-husband, the easier it would be to allude my suicide to “mental illness”, rather than the plan truth; someone had been torturing me for years, at this point, and any of my actions or the circumstances surrounding them were actually justified, not just indignantly but brutally and honestly so—I had been robbed, starved, stalked, and even lead-on by things and people that I loved,

Check the hat and glasses;

Yeap,

That's a bampheramph laughin at you

Not with you

Highly unusual and peculiar, sure

Dad hats: the lowest level of bampheramph—

These bamphers show you what not to do, how not to act, and just how not to be in general

After bampheramph camp, the graduates are ranked by performance —typically— “bad” “very bad” or “what the fuck”, and very rarely even “what the fuck, dude” or “I don't even know”, the average graduate being given the “Classicl bampheramph” status, and typically wear “dorky sun hats” regardless of location, placement, or time of year

Reserve bamphers may wear backwards snap backs after once having served as captain; other reserve bampheramphs may present SnapBack forwards or even sideways, before having served as captain or during service as captain, if any other hat is not needed or called for

The motherfuckers, a special branch of bampheramphs dedicated specifically to

DJs

The 7 aliases

7 alieses

5 Guys

Two Dudes

Codename.Blū.

c o l o r s.

Happy Accidents

Dillon Francis is atop the roof at the Wynn/Encore, preparing to meet his untimely death.

Dillon Hart Francis! You come down from there this instant!

He looks below to the Las Vegas strip, a bustling blur of lights and traffic.

DILLON!

Chak Chel

Let him jump.

Chak Chel!

What! Let ‘em.

Chak Chel, come on!

The Little Motherfuckers are—

Well—

A group of young children are causing a ruckus on their bicycles. None of them are wearing helmets—of course—eventually to become motherfuckers

Smells like fire to the west

Yes, I still have eyes for you

I guess there's still some time between us

Guess I still have ties to you

Do my eyes deceive me or

Is this make believe

Believe me

All I see is you, sometimes

Even— especially in my dreams

I keep your secrets,

I feel scared when your hands touch my hands

But feel good when my lips touch your lips

I feel sad when your heart touch my heart—

I feel love with your hands on my hips,

I'll be getting it all done and over with, for the most part

Give me a call,

When you're all done, at the mortuary

I'm so sorry

I'd bend over backwards, for you

Even eat meat, if you told me too

Or cheese, Jesus

You'd better believe it

Mission impossible

Even stevens

The rest of the things

As seen on TV

The rest of the evening.

My ex fucked me up so bad

I might never be right again

He used to say l”I'm a champion”

He was a loser—

He punched me in the face so hard, I actually apologized for it.

He decked me out.

Not once—

But like 5 times.

In a ROW.

Teeth went through my lip and everything

Came out on the other side,

I was like

“Oh, awesome I was thinking about getting a piercing—

Now I don't have to!

Saved me $30 and the cost of saline!

Phew.

Fucked me up.

To this day if I see you in champion sportswear, I am immediately convinced you're an idiot.

No take backs.

If I see you in champion sportswear,

I just automatically assume you're stupid

Not sorry.

Oh well.

If I see you wearing champion sportswear,

I just assume you're a lazy, retarded idiot.

*shrugs* not my fault.

I wear Nike.

—but it I see you in white Nikes that are supposed to be white, but they're all dirty and gross and caked in whatever—

I'm just gonna assume you're a fat dirty asshole that's gonna punch me in the face,

And walk away.

Clean your shoes!

Lol I'm so fucked up

lil biiiiiiiittzzzzz.

YOU GAVE DILLON FRANCIS YOUR NAME?!

no!

Well thank god

I gave Dillon Francis your name.

ARE YOU CRAZY

No. But he is!

Exactly!

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Starr Michael Roberts

b.04.06.1989

i return to you this these dreadful curses and karmic energy; I relinquish these Hellish demons and suffering to be set free to love, to live, and to create without your essence throughout all time, in death and in the walk of life. Your curses and energy are returned directly and immediately to you. May you be bound from doing harm to yourself or others to the end of days and beyond all time.

with love and light

for ye shall never know my names

“Maybe I should just kill myself”

I laid restfully to one side of the chest press machine, almost unconscious— I had tried to work away the pain and sorrow, but it was no use; I had failed the test of time, of course, leaving too late after scurryingvfir the case managers to sign off a metro pass— to ensure that I would never be trapped in the city or ticketed again, which I had been respectively numerous times, and the latter twice—I now iwed the city $209 in fines for hopping the subway and getting caught, and not BBC a penny to my name, besides $5, which I could decide to spend on, or at all. It was really too little for anything, except more ritual chime candles, and though the spell and shadow work I had been doing was paying off thigh ever slowly in the strange and twisted ways I had both expected and not—my actual need and ask had not yet been granted; I needed large amounts of money, in lump sums—and though I was willing to work for it, I wasn't much interested or invested I working anywhere Jr Equinox, which would cover the heft monthly fee and allow me to pull ahead. But the good was the hood—the bus was delayed, and the road blocked by an ambulance—then the train delayed after that, and so on, and I had arrived 37 minute late to my interview, and in the tattered and worn clothes I had, the only clothes I had, and embarrassingly enough the obligatory hat that covered my raggedy dreaded braids, which I could neither afford to remove or comb out at all—I looked a mess and for the most part was— I had no interview apparel , really, and my clothes smelled of mold, wrinkled from over wear. I was angry with the world, but mostly myself, as I had done all that I could to depart in a timely matter, but had been once again beaten and batters by the curse—and as my evil ex husband had arrived again in my dreams the night before, I had awoken off and sickly— I hated him, and he continued to ruin my life even as far as I tried to keep him from my mind. It did seem a curse, satanic black magic—anything to keep me homeless, penniless, and away from my son—I tried to work away the tears, but even after two and a half hours, equal to two and a half mixtapes, which I couldn't afford to put anywhere at all, as I had even lost my podcast series and a read to my audience, a growing cult following with an apparent loyal fan base, just the day before having discovered someone —not myself— had taken the time to make one of the shows an IMDB page— this was appallingly surprising; I had not a dollars worth to my name, and was yet somehow takeout, and I hated myself even more for just being, more and more each day. Equinox had been my only hope—how else was I to afford my debt? I smelled like mold and felt like crying, and having fury otter my sunglasses used the brim if my disgusting and tattered hat to hide the Shane in my face, and my teary, bloodshot eyes.

I still needed to cry—

It would have be in the steamroom, I decided, cerore I retreated back queens, rather than heading to sports club, and even though I had logged my laptop all the way into Manhattan, I was disgusted with myself, embarrassed and ashamed; it did seem a curse that would end my life indeed.

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