Now all of a sudden, i finally could see in the dark ,

Perfect.

Welcome backk.

I told you I was coming.

Staring down at me,

The obscenity of your lips on anothers,

Does it–

–hurt?

Get it, or you'll lose it.

The science of your music is sick,

Numbers in cadences, worlds and the worlds of melodies

just Be honest.

I lost it.

–Then you really never had it.

Then you really never had it.

Then you really never had it.

Then you really never had it.

Then you really never–

Random

Devious Meth Heads

Eli Scruggs

The last time I saw you;

Remind me;

How to arrive in a room.

Dead center

Tell me why I see everything but you

Tell me why'd

I see through you.

Takesx it back to

The very last place we met

The very last place we met

If we have to

Dzzr DD as as as as dads dad dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

{Enter The Multiverse}

The sky is falling

Why god would you call on me

For them to follow me—

An offering

Stare—Off in the distance maybe

Someone save me,

But hey, it's strange days

Crazy, it's in the same key, even…

Must be me

I might bite the bullet, at least I'm not driving it

I might like a silver dollar

But I'm still not buying it

[this is why I'm hot]

Kiss me

Give you time to miss me

51 - 51 - 51 - 50

I take six inches

Grateful what I'm given

Drive

Indifference: women _— mistress

End up in the mystery's

Have mercy

lol oh no, what happened .

My god .

Need water:

I'm so thirsty

Sitting up

Crunching numbers since

6:30

Wear wigs to the poster store.

up, down goes the axel

Or axis, as it were—

Well, aren't you special?

Or, weren't you then,

The means to and end were just as well

Doing it for us,

As anything is

Two tonsils, a swift

Hard hatchet,

On back of a bathrobe

Kingdom come,

Come now

Wherefore art thou

Artform?

All that for a man and a yo-yo

On Manhattan-bound L-train

The wrong way,

But everything changes

The strangest arrangement has yet to be staked and

Public is a harder place to be every day

—

Let's make it a banger,

Two thumbs up

And you're famous

This is all I ever do on the subway,

If it's something

Imagine

All the laughs you've ever had were fake

Imagine that

What if no one's ever seen you without your hat on,

Sure, stumble backwards and step on me

Four words for you—

All your choice, though.

An actor can manage a handstand,

After gymnastics.

Your manager asked for a handle,

This is a hand out

Bran, milk;

We ran out of bread;

But I could go back out

Thought you were coming back east,

But you're stuck in the west now.

Getting wet now— getting better than ever

And going to bed at decent hours

With friends, now

Aha,

I got your soul on the watch now

Every eye to look over your God now

Take a deep breath,

Forget it,

Shut your mouth

Thought you're going back east

But your stuck in the south now

Here's a pink flower

Have you ever had a raindrop

Come fall from out of nowhere

And no one standing over you

And nothing's ever done about the

Sorry way you talk about

Or go on about it

I'm out west,

But I parked you north now

Sound the trumpet,

One of seven

Seven dollars

All awards shows on hold

For marketing options

Stop, drop and

Stop drop and

Stop drop—

Take it out of the numbers,

Swallow them up

And swallow them whole, hun

You better be quiet.

I—

You just said that to like, 9 Apps.

#mass surveilenxe

I'm not even worried about that. Look at this.

SUPACREE breaks *through* the fourth wall; permanently.

ACTORS

*crying*

Okay check it out.

What the sketch—

I broke the fourth wall; it's

What do u mean:

I eliminated it. It's gone.

But then, where do i look?

Wherever you would normally look.

Where would i normally look?

It's just a device. You'll get used to it.

I won't.

You will.

—I won't.

They won't.

We won't.

But! Unh!

Try now, but less gay.

How do we know the difference between what's real and what's fake.

you can't.

You can't?

No, you can't.

But how do we know what's part of the show and what's not?

You don't know.

You ‘dont know'?

You don't know:

It's life.

So it just—-

—starts—

So, it just starts, and just—?

You don't know the story, it just happens.

It just happens—what.

Around you.

Like—“around” you?

Wow. So you came here just for this?

Yeah.

I—

Can you try not to look so devastated?

*looking devastated*

No: I—

Stop.

Should we have killed this thing when we found it?

Yeah.

No.

Hm:

Yeah:

It's bigger.

It is bigger.

It's bigger now.

It's way bigger.

Should we have—

Possibly—

Maybe.

Yes.

No:

idunno.

‍♂️

Anywho,

The word was “what”

The time was ‘now',

The said and done within the hour,

With such prowess as to around them

To the most confounded,

Complex of a

Pirouette,

Such a flower yet to be

Unraveled,

Or unspun yet,

Unwound

Found in the bullet wound

Of the undead,

Bloodshed and

Solid devotion led

A revolution so

Destructed

She was said to be combustible

If stumbled upon

Or made to be airborne

in open flame

Welcome to Earth's first Hyper Reality Show.

Are you on it?

You don't know.

Don't change the channel

(Cause you can't)

We'll be right back after

These fan-powered ads.

Fan powered “how”, you ask?

Well,

What.

Okay this is a really bad idea.

Are we still going through with this.

We have to.

W

We

Wee

We can't.

It's too late, we had to.

But we can't.

Too late.

No.

How dare you.

No.

Noh.

For God's sakes

Get this baby out of me now,

If it's Grey's Anatomy,

How about an astounding mound of

Pros and pronouns

To go and pronounce

These profound

Swole glands and nostrils,

Pockets, protections and

Dead on arrival,

The whole sound of beating hearts

Enough to wake up in the morning

From such a stuck stutter

A clusterfuck of rubberduckery

Debauchery or fuckery

Flutter to honor your words,

Your sorry brother in the back shields

Or the back fields, in the reflection of the

Knife at your neck against the alter

Or the blood from under what

The untouched nothing,

Story set against the backdrop,

Of lust long pushed over from rust—

Are you forward, or falling faster?

Falling, none—

Again,

Nothing breakless

Heart necklace,

By product or poached particle—

Barnacle or blockbuster;

Practice forecast of ‘therefore,'

Fair word,

Fast forward to woke darkness

And shook offerings,

Monsters of the tidal and,

Right you are that there was nothing loved

And nothing lost

(A cum soaked art form)

Arms unbound from a cats yarn,

Foraged and written from an epiphany since

Admittedly augmented,

The reality from which you were watching

The awesome aspostle,

As downtrodden some as they once were

Come up sore and swollen

from the arms and alms of a lover

Quick to recover,

The unborn with certainty,

That it was her of the omen upon us

Once unremarkable,

Your honor was

Ok, cool.

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{Enter The Multiverse}

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