Same old LA

Same old kid

Same old Ricky

Same old dick

I May have just switched

To a different dimension;

This shit is twisted;

And I'm still addicted to

Him

Huh

Can you blame me?

I just can't hang, baby

Don't be hateful—

I'm just ,

Playing crazy 8's

I hate this game;

Somebody take me out this place

Come, Jesus, save me

Make some bacon on my plate

Hey lady,

It's—

Approximately 6 AM

And it's raining again

And i hate to admit it, but shit

I can't listen to Skrillex

(Ah-hem)

I think I just died

Fill me up with.

Formaldehyde,

(Or whatever it is)

I'm clever for this,

It's heaven or hell In this city

He's looking disheveled,

I might need a shovel or 10,

To bury him;

Or hurry up and marry him

Ask Mary Magdalene again

If she did or didn't,

—doesn't matter though,

It's intermission.

It's just a swisher,

It's just a wish,

It's just a glitch

This isn't Timmy Turner,

But it is, i got a burning question—

When's the fucking end

I'll get the script in by the end of business, Mr.

Just don't plagiarize what's mine again

I'll take a Heineken,

I'm behind a bit,

I lied when I said “amen”

Cause i wasn't finished

I still need some scriptures in this bitch

Let's take a minute.

Make my time spin

Make my life Infinite,

It is, it's him again—

Isn't it?

But Ian's this just another gesture

Hm.

Let me check

Let me get a ruler just to measure it;

The metric system's better;

Bet—you're running out of pennies

And I'm running out of pleasure

I'm running out of —

Damn.

I had to laugh

There's a crack head shaking her ass

To deadmau5

He's the man, i guess

Hat's off,

I guess,

Just have a happy

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

A Capricorn,

Since you asked in all caps

Daaaaaaamn.

Just a minute,

Or 6,

Ii got 56 minutes left in this bitch,

A bag full of sandwhiches

(They're vegan)

I didn't mean to mean this, yo

But i need—

WHIPPETS.

Ok.

WHIPPETS.

Yeah?

I NEED WHIPPETS.

I—

GIVE ME ALL YOUR WHIPPETS!

Uh, okay.

That'll be $9,000

THAT AINT SHIT. I GOT ALL THAT.

THIS IS aAAAAAAAA

NOT RIGHT NOW, NICK.

It's just a—

There are no coincidences.

ITS THAT GUY.

Don't say anything.

It's fine. Just be cool.

—but it wasn't cool. Last time I saw that guy,…

Not a story worth telling,

Like I said, I'm not telling on

Any of these niggas,

They can be sleeping with the fishes,

I'm with Timmy, granting wishes,

Doing dishes,

Damn, it's infinite with Ricky,

It gets infinite, for shizzle—

This is the beginning to the

Never fucking ending

I ain't hit the gym in a week

I aint been the same since my ex hit me

So I don't mind this celibacy, for a century at least

I'm the only one who can please me,

Please, breathe, Cree

Nope,

Not me

Take it easy'

I'm not buying it

I'm not buying anything I don't need

Why'd you take this away from me ?!

It's just TV!

It's just TV!

The eye knows what you think

Without even speaking

We know what you need

Without even grieving,

I seem to reat in peace

You do the reat,

I just need 3…

3…

3…

I just need three good people

These three kings, for one good queen

I was so good, i had to do it

*need to,

I'll be here all week, i think

Not sure yet—

I fucked up my whole head doing whippets,

I was 10, and hella curious,

What keyboard cleaner does

(((Wahwahwahwahwah)))

It wasn't altogether impulsive;

I had been writing into temptions of LA Cafe all night, if not throughout most of the week, but especially this night—however, I hadn't spent a penny from this paycheck besides rent, and though there was a considerable amount leftover as savings, I had been sure not to spend at all, and hadn't for several weeks even—and I wasn't planning on breaking that spree for more than a moment.

Into the morning, my daily routine, as it had become,

Pause.

What.

I don't want to tell this story.

You have to.

No I dont.

Yes you do.

I ain't telling anybody shit.

I'm not telling on anybody. Ever.

Oh shit.

OH SHIT.

should I stop her?

Nah.

Keep on walking.

What is happening in this show right now?

Everything.

I'm your living room and I'm just trying to figure out what the heck to do with you.

What

I'm your living room.

Okay.

So wake up.

What is this

I don't know.

This is weird

…is he talking to his house

His living room.

This show is weird.

Lol is this the show where the guy is bffs with his living room ?

Yeah it is

This show is weird.

What are you doing

?

SUPACREE

W0AH.

X_x

LOL. There he is.

I found him.

Lol

Yassss.

….

S.

Wait.

What.

We found Skrillex.

Shh!!

Yeah

So is the game over?

Uh

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