True last Dillon Francis was bad.
So bad, I still have to remix it.
Let's hope this one is better.
Goddammit it, this whole dude is a mindfuck.
Every time I fuck around with these people I feel like I'm being fucked with.
Didn't this dude hop through the dream world just to tell me he had a girlfriend.
Did I ever write that scene where
DEADMAU5 gives -Ū. (Or Happy Accidents, Whatever) a thumbs up instead of the middle finger she was hoping for.
Well, if I didn't write it before, I wrote it now. ♀️
That's fine, I'm going to bed.
Especially weak tiny dick people who ride motorcycles outside my building.
White people's whole deal now is to do as much
Passive aggressive shit to make black people's mental fragile
So they have an excuse to keep
Your reaction to their sick,
To keep it in their minds
That you are lower than them.
Is finding ways to kill you
Without even touching you.
To make your kill yourself
Series of psychological terror attacks
What the fuck is with white girls.
Why are they so fucking EVIL?
They're like, energy vampires
They don't do anything for themselves
And then calling that shit
They are practically fucking USELESS.
If you're the guy that's like
“I don't know what I would do without her”
And that's the basis of your fucking maneuverability and survival.
“I can't live without her”
Karma's coming for your ass.
Your life doesn't get to be this fucking easy
And everybody else just fucking *really* works
“I don't know what I would do without her!”
What most white oriole do anyway.
Fuck these energy vampire motherfuckers.
They just use their blue fucking light-reflecting eyes
Into making other people do shit for them
They need to stop treating mental illness like a one fucking size fits all concept
Most colored people's mental health issues
Come from fucking the trauma of the societal fucking race war
And most white prople's mental illness
Comes from the inability to see that
They've had it so much fucking easier
How the fuck do white people
Have the nerve to be “depressed”
Interchangeability is dominance in this society.
And you have the nerve to be
Fuck these toxic ass fucking
But you tell them that shit about themselves
And they'll just green light your fucking disposal
But you're forward and telling them that in your experience,
They'll just deny your entire existence
And call it your fucking fault
At the end of the day, really it is your fault—
For giving them the satisfaction
Of doing your little dance around them,
And letting them continue to get away with
Because they don't make their own.
(They just exist on yours. )
His war tactics were comical,
That's it! Imm going to make a vegan neopolitan ice cream!
You're going to make—ice creM.
You're going to make—ice cream?
On no, trrrs that guy from 39 rock again.
Do you bastards work on Sundays now?!
You know what they say: if you don't come to work Saturday, don't bother showing up on Sunday!
You would think we'd get a day off in this bitch.
Oh, if it isn't the pampered prince of—
Shh, shut up, he might hear you.
Hyperbole, given ranges of circumstances
Two day delay on a martyr attack
Love closer strictly to your wings
Out of my wrists and arteries
Mr. Valentine, strictly for the art force
Never murmured or remembered
Words so softly unheard of
I needed armor against the devils warcries—
Telephones and dollars, motorcycles
And motherless crossfires
Imm nearly out of my body
And not willing to compensate
To the bounds of boundaries l
Are you looking for a new body to be housed by?
Grief stricken and decaying in the original marksmanship
Aren't we seasons greetings
Whatever he puts his mind to,
Are you ever in your own body?
Are you ever in your right mind?
Which one's the right one?
The coughing controllable
Imbalance, captivated at all
What was easy, becomes sacred
In its later challenge, and being blind
Or the bullet, without them
Whistle blows the the water,
Or broods, no fit for greater lives
Than the galaxies of unwashed stars;
For metaphors, a gratitude forgotten
You're not doing yourself any favors.
Could I make it more clear how in love we are?
The warmth of the light shines
The wickndness would follow
He played his 7 years best out of all of them!
In at the first, in the end—
Dressed in white, and blue faced
Befriended the enemy of interest
I come as bouncing blondes,
[nobody moved at all, not a muscle]
I don't know what I do it for.
I need to know some things
Abo it at least two people that are alive.
Goes beyond my understanding
DJM-S11 2-Channel Pro Mixer
This cat keeps creeping around my doorstep…
Following me, appearing in my window.
Sometimes he meows at me to let him in; it's not that I don't want to.
You should say, a very handsome cat.
The thing is, I've nothing for him.
I lead m a very busy life , all work and no play—
And even when it is all fun, it's no games.
And oh, how I would like to keep him.
But I've simply no room for a cat at all.
I might try to scare him away.
All the girls on the red carpet like 00 and shit
dudes like twigs and skeletons.
Damn this same ugly motherfucker has a cold every time I see him.
He's always fucking sick wtf is wrong with some people.
His house must be dirty as shit
This dude coughs every 4 ½ minutes.
Last time I saw him was like a month ago,
And he was doing the same thing.
The fuck is wrong with him?
He didn't bring water, an inhaler—nothing.
He just coughs and snorts every fucking 3-4 minutes.
Eventually that shit just started to make me laugh.
“This dude for sure has the devil in him.”
So every time he coughed, I would just start cracking the fuck up.
It started to make me giggle.
Then the more I giggled, the more gnarly his coughing got.
Then I knew it was the devil.
I couldn't help but laugh, and I was like
“Come on devil, come on up out that man.”
Mind you, he's on the treadmill not running, but walking.
“Come on now, Devil, leave that man alone”
“goddamn, that shit really must have been the devil.”
His hacking turned into little reptilian snorts.
White people is otherworldly sometimes.
Coughing and hacking and hissing and shit.
Your weird alien ancestors got all fucked up fuckin around fuckin dinosaurs and monkeys—
This is the modern result of that.
You shouldn't be sick every time I see you if you're at the gym this much.
Everybody on the red carpet weighs 100 lbs
Ain't nothing wrong with me.
I got asthma, too but damn.
If I can ride this stationary bike for 95 minutes and counting
I can ride a dick for an hour and a half
Can your dick support that?
If not, step the fuck back CC
I got my karma for laughing at him though l—
I was on kettlebells later and just when I was about to get to that last fuckin release at the bottom of my spine—
Dude gets off the treadmill and walks across the room to get a Clorox wipe and I fall on my ass.
That impressed me, though.
Not that his energy caused me to fall on my ass, or anything—
I had already been at the gym something like 2, 2 and a half hours—
The first hour and a half was cardio—
But I was impressed, with this one—
He goes to get a Clorox wipe, thank god, after all that fucking coughing—he needed a whole ass exorcism and a Clorox wipe— the exorcism was a courtesy on God, but he got the Clorox wipe all in his own— and when he was finished with it, he threw it away!
“This one knows how to use a trash can!”
Fuck these weak ass niggas
In my heart. I guess. I'm still a scam
Planes falling out the sky
To have a friend on the side ?
See how easy it is to move on
See how easy it is to get by and survive
When everything y buy is based on
(And you write about the whites with blue eyes
So they really don't like you)
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