Why's everybody sitting on the sidewalk?

This, I don't understand

With all of the trash,

And all that has happpened,

The risk of the past

Coming at you,

To seep through your

Denim blue jeans,

Just believe me—

I speak true of residual confusion

You might be new to this,

I'm not confused, it's just stupid to lucid dream loosely

Summer's in bloom—

And I'm blue just like you

Used to be

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Equinox+ (EP)

Love brings me out of my shell;

—I could love you, I

I could love you, I

Could love you, I

Could love you,

I love you

I love you, I

This isn't good for my health;

If you don't love me,oh well —

(I could love you, I)

This is just passing the time,

Count my dimes and,

I'm wealthy, you build me up

Shining, I wake you up

Diamond of mine,

I love you, I

Love you I

Do what I want most the time,

Cause nothing else matters but

Making you mine

I, so what I want most the time

I can't get out

Out of my mind,

Cause I love you

I love you I,

Wasting my time,

I could love you but

Nevermind

Drunk,

And I'm stumbling up to my apartment for

The 30th time this month,

My rent's due tomorrow, but

I got it,

Woah,

I've got just enough

Just to keep fuxkin up

Getting fucked up

And filling my cup

Like it's something,

But it's nothing,

Not really

Nothing,

Not really

Be good

Work it out

Come on

Work it odd

Be good

Shake it off

Work it out

Come on

Be good,

Work it off,

Work it out—

Come on

Be good

Work it out

Shake it off

Come on

—

We all know

There's a monster in there

And it wants let out;

All man, beware—

Yeah

We all know

There's a monster in her—

And,

Someone will let it go

Oh,

Someone let it go

Oh, no (oh yeah)

Oh, no

That's no good

That's no good

Oh no

(Oh yeah)

Oh no

(Oh yeah!)

No, no

You just had to let it go

You just had to let it go

Oh, no!

—

I need time

To rationalize my genius

I can't write light this

Alt right all white nationalists

I can fantazize, right?

I could die like this

It's a damn good life

What fucking time is it, anyway?

Right?

I can't rationalize, this

Fascist rats at The Fashion district

Bam, I had it—

I had to get right, man

I had to get God on my Mantras

I fucked up tomorrow,

I'm off in Toronto with problems

And dogma—

Who's dog is this

Tied up at the Whole Foods market

I tried it, I died in the in

I can't idolize idols, man

Cry, though,

Dip my bicoff in Chiapas coffee

All pissed off,

Woah

It's the wrong morning to wallow in

Caught me off guard at the offering

Sha, there's no mother here,

No other one,

You're wrong God,

I stopped to cross at all of them,

I suffered when I swallowed,

Rah,

What's wrong?

I'm feeling solemn on my sodomist

Wishes of

This centrifugal

—‘swimming with the fishes,

Get it?

Woah,

It's a whole open world of

Wizards and witches

I wish I could ditch this

—the center or attention is this city—

That's Alex Tribec, for the record

Fuck the TriBeCa fest

Rest in Los Angeles

Rest in peace Barbra

Hah—

I've got all of em

This is an awful lot of mantras,

Stars and Stripes. God;

I lost it at the Oscar's,

Turn me on, or off

I'm all of it

Or not

What was the cost of this?

An awful lot of mantras, stars,

And crosswalks,

To stop dead in the center of

“I'm miserable

That's Hollywood for you, God,

That's Hollywood,

That's where we dropped you off

—

Have you had enough, yet?

How was is?

Enough!

I'm not even fully up yet!

Fuck,

It was loveless,

All up in ashes,

I told ya,

That “fun is a friend of the devil “

Burn in sense,

Just rub out the sense

Have my lips on your hips,

Just rotate,

As the earth did,

In difference, she has

Impatience is his imperfection

“Eventually,”

She says,

“I'll see him”

He tends to agree,

Within reason—

Winter breezes and freedom,

This season

Envy leaves,

But she's gonna get even

Come in threes,

And maybe,

We'll see then.

Come to the surface,

Come up—

Don't give up yet

Give what you've got;

Half a lung,

And the other is under—

Come on,

Come up,

Come all—

Come, you're walking on water!

No wonder they call for you

On earth

—

(We've got a Hot One, for you)

Have you ever wondered

What's wrong with us all?

Fuck—

Hollywood's calling,

I don't have my phone on me

Hollywood called,

But your voice Mail is full,

What?

I finally picked up;

The message at the tone,

Was in Morse code

Billy fit the Playbill,

I signed it “usnavi”

Yo,

You look just like me

A sacrifice?

A sacrifice,

I said,

I'm red,

I'm jealous like I've never been

That's right, blue eyes then

Next lifetime

Fu—

They robbed me of all my art

As a hobby

Worshipped for All I've got

Not a god yet, but

Gotta be working on something

That's all of it,

Gotta be knocking it off,

Full of gossip and

God, I want love

But it's not in the cards, huh

New Joan Of Ark,

Where's the war

That you wanted

Not enough talk,

But I've done enough walking

Gosh,

Two thumbs up,

All applause from the audience

That what you wanted?

Yeah!

“God I want love but it's not in the cards yet”

That's what you wanted?

Yeah!

That's what you wanted

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KASKADE enters obnoxiously.

KASKADE

YO.

MAN. FUCK YOU, KASKADE.

KASKADE

[WATCH YOUR] LANGUAGE

MAN, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

KASKADE

GET UP—

FUCK OFF, KASKADE.

KASKADE

—And get dressed.

I'm already dressed.

[beat]

KASKADE

You call that dressed?

—I'm not naked.

KASKADE

Yeah, but you're not dressed.

Fuck you, dude.

What did you do.

I TOLD you not to play this song.

I WASNT PLAYING. I was LISTENING.

What's the difference!

SUBWOOFERS.

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I was certain that I only had one hair tie around my wrist, and as I read, not so coincidentally my book on magic, knowing that certainly what was happening was incredibly magical indeed, as I felt something creeping up my forearm, still somewhat shaken by my dream of not simply a spider, but a very large black and yellow tarantula—startlingly sweeping my arm to find that the disturbance was not intact a pest or creature of some sort, as originally assumed—however, instead a black hair tie, which I often used to pick up, however ironically was typically in short supply of when I needed one, and, given the privelege to wear my hat at all times as of lately— I hadn't needed one, and I hadn't been picking them up at the frequency that I used to certainly. This was strange—and under the impression that the inner workings of a spell were indeed in play, after having seen none other than increasingly mysterious Dillon Francis character—or even, rather, the handsome bastard Hazel quite so stopping the music to light candles —to which I had thought quite loudly

‘Oh, no!'

Even if it was a game, he was good at playing it—and even if it was a game I made up—I didn't quite yes remember how exactly to play it…and this one as hilariously dangerous, as figures I knew to be obstinately powerful we're having a field day with my psychic psyche. I knew some things, but never all—and even in the omnipotent all knowing, playing dumb was the only card.

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--and though the best thing in life are free,

rides are not

I paid for my ride up town

in uncomfortable gestures

and unwelcome gropes,

perhaps it is time to leave the world behind after all;

no love left here,

just money and lust

I've got trust issues,

eapecially for Muslims with mustaches,

(at least now)