What comes up

Must come down

Have fun while it lasts

I'll look back and laugh at this

Not gonna lie

I love gayness

And anus

I was born this way

And I been the same since

Day one

Ain't nothin else but the greatest

I hate this

And hate red now

I hate Instagram

Have fun with the fake bitches

And twigs

The FKA twigses

I get it,

You like skinny bitches

What man doesn't

Huh Sonny

Your insecurity's showing

I'm fat and black

You're like 5'1

Life sucks sometimes

Sometimes things get complicated

Good luck at the Grammy's

I ain't watching

But I kinda feel like you already won it

Cause I used to want it for ya

And everyone forgot what dubstep was

You're number one

But one is the loneliest number

So I doubled myself from it

And then went on to duplicate the whole world

(The one without you in it)

Drop you from my mixes

Another drop of blood and tears over you

I pull a rose apart

I'm seeing red now

See what I go through

Code blue used to love

But act like I don't even know you

Or wanna blow you

Cause you tried to own me

I see red

I did what you did

Fuck an end

This is infinite

I been in it

Been blue since

Been stuck in your head

Now I feel better

I'm going to dinner with Dillon

(And his @girlfriend”)

I'm just BBC a bitter nigger

Go figure though

I got Kayla Lauren fitness

Under layers of genetics

Brownies keep the ass gelatinous

Facts—

The AB's are flat as shit

Even after twins

Plus another son

Now I'm all fucked up

Sonny wants em brand new

Well fuck you

Red-blue

Blū are you stupid?

No!

I used to be

Then supacree served me

Humble pie

And humility

She's good at baking

Good at taking pictures

(And dick pics)

But she isn't me

I just wonder why I'm hungry

But I been at the gym since three

And it's about to be closing

Shit

I might never be

A celebrity

stay in celibacy

Till I'm famous enough

To make friends

With the greatest

Which may just

Be never

Thanks to the Asians

And latinas

Hey,

It's a hierarchy of racism

But I get it

All these black women

Are mad at me

Cause their weaves

Be looking like the hair that comes out of my head naturally

DEMON

YOU GIT THE RIGHT ONE.

SUPACREE

OH! YOURE GONNA BITE ME?!?

I had bite marks for like four weeks.

Weak from pizza and fighting demons

I'm sick of it,

Sick of not being human enough to

HVe fun at nothing

And never being enough for my son

Fuck Sonny

I don't even wanna watch TV

Everybody wants to talk to me

LIKE,

ILLUMINATI

SUPACREE! SUPACREE!

No.

ILLUMINATI

FINE, BE SUNNI BLU THEN

NO.

Why.

My ex husband is trying to murder me, and he thinks I'M SUNNI BLŪ.

ILLUMINATI

brb

OH.

Is that what happened.

Look, I gotta take care of something.

What.

If I told you, it would ruin the whole thing.

Fuck, I gotta do a rewrite.

SATAN

FIGHT ME.

JESUS

No, my guy.

SATAN

WHY NOT.

JESUS

Because I always win.

SATAN.

Not this time.

JESUS

Every time, that's how it goes, dude.

SATAN

Not this time…you'll see.

JESUS

*shrugs nonchalantly*

SATAN

*coughs^

Hm.

SATAN/COUGHING PERSON

*coughing obnoxiously*

Ok. That's gross.

COUGHING PEOPLE/SATAN.

*coughing extremely obnoxiously*

Stop it.

SATAN IS COUGHING PEOPLE

KNOCK IT OFF.

SATAN

See, I told you.

I'm not fighting the devil

You kind of have to.

No I don't.

Do you want the job, or not?

No!

Too bad, you got the job!

Goddammit, I just wanna fuck this Skrillex dude.

Like I said.

You said I had to fight the devil.

JESUS

[eating pizza]

That's the devil.

No it's not! It's just Skrillex.

JESUS

No, that's Satan, I'll show you.

SKRILKEX BEING SKRILLEX.

TGE MEXICAN SKRILLEX

MORE SKRILLEX.

*crying*

JESUS

[still eating pizza].

See, I told you.

Ok.

JESUS

I'm always right.

Ok.

JESUS

*nonchalontly* shrugs.

*nonchalantly*

No, that doesn't look right.

Oh well. edit it later. Keep writing.

Ok.

The devil is obnoxious

God is nonchalant/

Balance in the opposites, as

Opposites attract, and

Like attracts like, but

Polars are polars,

I'm of no importantce at all

Cause I'm back and homeless

You're white as it gets

And acting Hispanic

I can laugh at that

Cause your soul is black

And your eyes are brown

To match all the shit your full of

Hay is for horses

And hey, that's no fair

I see bears everywhere

Like I'm haunted

But honest,

I'm over love

I just want a body

I told you,

I'm not supacree

Cause supacree is what love is

And I'm guessing she went to find Skrillex

Or Sonny

Whichever one has it head on

And still has a heart

Not under command

By Illuminati

Who wouldn't want me

High enough up

To become a doctor

If you're watching me from afar

Or stalking me coughing m

Look at God, cause

That's what I got

I can wait for love

Till the next part

That go complicated

(I just want a body)

I like the song complications

(That's a nice once)

I like red balls

Never blue ones

I was blu/e once

Now I do lunch

With the Gods

When I nod off

Whatever you want

I'm just not her

Dad likes blondes

And Dillon like red heads I guess

Blue eyes do tel lies

Just enough times for me to right this

But in the right way

It's just another night with a knife in my back

In the life after

I was a wife

And time traveled backwards

With the

Fists

Idk, I lost my mind after that.

I learned to write and not cry about it

I take the tale of the dead man's chest

X marks the spot next on the guest list

I guess

But damn.

I haven't laughed hard enough to orgasm—

Blame it on the acid

And Dillon Francis

I had a heart attack

I guess that's what this is—

An art attack

I'd take it back

Tit for tat

If TiTs was bad

But it's like Wonderland

…with dancers.

(Yeah. Keep it classy.)

I love Random Album

But there's songs I gotta skip

And I get that I'll be alone anyway

For the rest of the days that I live

Whether I'm without you or with

Cause you are just

My other half

Whatever man.

I'm honestly just done with being fucked with

Falling in love, then being shoved out of it

By fucking Sonny

I guess I suffer the consequences

Of complications

I love a compilation

—oh, that's where I know Kayla Lauren from.

A porn star.

Ahem.

Fitness model

Ahem

Podcaster

(But only after I started mine so)

Find me!

Throw up your signs

And fine me for being this fine

I'll find a way to die

Or at least get to the next life

Where I'm wife material

For the right guy

On the right side

Of a race war and

—be a whole girl

Cause I'm so androgynous it hurts

It's always her

I guess the curse worked

I almost feel bad for reversing it

(But I don't.)

Enjoy the world.

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The Eighth Season

stuff i gotta do volume II

broken soul tales

- lost soul tapes

Another lost soul tape.

What is that

It's an alpha wave kat;

A what.

It's a high speed watercraft.

I will flip that thing over and drown.

…with any luck.

What did you just say?!

Nothing! Do you like it?!

I love it…you homicidal psychopath.

What was that?

Nothing! It's great.

My throat is sore

And my world is rocked

(If you cough again, i'ma knock you out)

My mind is numb

And my heart is broke

I don't expect no one to show up

I grew up and out of it

Had to get over it

Now I just scout out another with

Eyes and tattoos like you

Drowning in sorrow

Won't be here tomorrow

Do you come here often, or not?

I just unload

I've never been so peaceful as such

Hanging from the ankle,

With one leg up

And the other at angles

No anglos or angles on approach

But I've hardly loved at all, you know

You won me over with your charms and arms

The glamour went much farther

Than infinity, beyond

If we're all still watching

Whatever movie, or

Whatever channel's on

I have a writer's block,

A seven year old son,

And God to watch over it all

While I suffer and crawl up from nothing

Under the rock,

Like the one I dropped in

But less sorry

Or harmful,

How hazardous,

An armful actually

In my armory of superstardom

Noah's ark and

Bothersome unconscious drunken stuttering

I could use some drugs

But brother,

Love would be more filling

Since I'm hungry

Under the L

Up the ante

Rock me to sleep

Lay in my lap

Play me a song

Do the math

On the map I am perhaps

A little off some;

There's no path, exactly

Follow your heart though

I'm right there.

-New Blue Sun

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Singing Secod Alto

College Women's Choir circa 2010

Failbait.

Shots fired.