Sell/pawn mixer

Do laundry

With soap

And bleach

Get website up and running

Print posters, more business cards

Do something decent with my hair

New clothes, maybe?

lol nvm that's not enough…

It's good coffee.

As I promised

Promises are often broken

Sounds like poetry.

You wrote it.

*sighs heavily*

C'cxell—

Johnny.

I'm going to need you to do something for me.

But I've already done so much.

This is important.

[she senses his sencerity and seriousness]

Oh. Johnny Depp is in this.

Of course he is.

What is it?

Wake up.

…wake up what?

You are in a very deep state of sleep, CC.

*sighs deeply*

I know that.

[beat]

Because that's where you are.

Wake up, please

This is lucidity, Johnny — I dream as I please.

I we planning on running,

It's funny,

But honestly

Stop following me

It's not fun anymore

Fame is just gang stalking

When you got no moneys

And nobody to hold you

Nothing to show for

The shows that you're not booking

And stop looking st apartments

We got you

Right we're we want you:

Homeless!

I don't like running—

The fights coming

Flights of states

Or staring at nothing

Just blaring my song

I like my body

But love Sonny or something

So I fake status

And wear glasses

And make passes as women,

Like I'm into em or something,

But sorry,

I'm a woman

Or at least,

I was supposed to be

Supposedly I have another appointment

If I show up early

Maybe it could belong to me

I'm only worried about the ground floor

Cause loud motorists seem to follow me

And my synesthesia

Trying to end me

I don't feel good at all

Wish I didn't feel anything actually

Wish I could end the simulation

And every other theory that called me a monkey

I evolved from aliens—an extraterrestrial

Celestial from the wreckage of a comet and a monster at the start of the first Star Wars

I got stories, but in New York

You gotta pay for em

I like Murray hill

But of course it's on the 4th floor

Right where I belong

In a psyche ward

Cause I can't afford nothin the world wants

And I'm done for

Not too long ago all I wanted was an apartment and a surfboard

Now I'm stuck in a rut in my country on the wrong side of the race war in world war 4

Cause the third was so under the rug

You missed it with your mask on

And vax cards

You think that's hard ?

I get carded are bars

And I'm 30

The top 40s the

120 and under club

Mid twenties

If this is your niche

I'm not in your clique

I should get running

But honestly I'm awful

I hate weekends

I haven't been working

And everything dirty

Can't find a worth in the world

I just want money or nothing

Cause nothing is better than

Nothing and nothing

Nothing and nothing

And nothing

Nothing

I'm not sorry

I'll stop at the pawn shop and sell you my soul for a couple of dollars

So I can do laundry

You ducking con

I'm fuckin gone in the morning but don't worry

I'll keep working and thinking I'm lucky

And clicking and liking and scrolling

And biking through the city on my bite size salary

Counting my calories until a Valerie can validate me maybe

But she hates me cause she's Asian or Caucasian

And there's a orvking order to this things

And I'm the worst

Cause I'm black, but I'm not funny or kissing up to somebody m or mixed enough to make me pretty,

So really the world is shitty

And I'm invisible to millionaires and heiresss

Who charish this

But only if I change my name to Becky

Honestly I hate this gym,

But it's maintaining

The illusion of my movement into

Elitism

Just please kill me

Competing isn't for me

And the whole thing is a dick measurement

If my clitoris is big enough

I guess I could compete in the special Olympics

If science is physics

It's as lost to me as mathematics is

I'm just an addict

Let the sabotage begin

The comparison of the Kerr t light skinned

Pinned against the shitty misfit

Fuck it then

I should move closer to Brooklyn bridge

“I only need this for 5 minutes”

Now I'm in love with two apartments

One has a washer dryer but it's at the bottom

The other had a line before I even got there,

But I saw the studio apartment had a bathroom

And I loved that;

I could look at it like this—

One is Dillon,

The other's Sonny

I'd take either of em honestly

But might not be good enough for either of them,

What a conundrum in a thunsderstorm

And winter's comin up

Nobody loves me

And I got nowhere to live, huh

The laundry's in the bottom of it—

Of the street level,

I repeat

My synesthesias killing me

But so are these

Bad genes

And she's pretty

From NC—

The most racist place I've ever been

But not seen

The whole country's got it like a desiese

Even me

It's contagious as covid 19

With no vaccine

You can't always get what you want

But you get what you need

And I need out of queens

I'm fine working—

But you gotta pay the transportation fees

(And feed me )

Do you really love him?

He whispered in my head

I said,

I love music—

So really what's the difference.

What's the difference in a passion and an occupation, anyway

Well, honestly,

I'll look the other way if you can answer that

As quickly as I asked

I'm just attracted to magnets

And man with bad habits

I'd cut off my left leg

Just to be less than 120

For Sonny

And really,

I'd bleach my hair eyes and skin

Over and over again

Just to be close to Dillon

And for Joel

A whole not a nothin

By the time I got to him

I had to end and sever my connection to the infinite

And get into the rhythm of the menacing to women coalition

Also known as

DJs A -Z

And everybody in the music scene

But hey, if I cop a body

Without rising to stardom

So that anyone would want me,

I'll be standing in the VIP dancing badly and offbeat which you won't notice

Cause I'm wearing pasties and a bikini

And you're dreaming of being in me

As your sets beginning and ending

And if I'm blonde and hot enough

As smart as I am

We'll elope in a private ceremony

Then throw a party grandiose

For our closest friends and enemies

Cause either is probably concentric

Meaning

It's as good as it gets, once it gets there,

Over when it's over and

—I forget what I had drifted into, anyway, but something like

It ends when it it ends

And we're rich and famous

So what's the difference

We'll have a few kids and

Prep them in the media for competition

With the kardashians

And after all that,

You'll dump me for a model half my age

And with less complexion and complexity

And I'm back to the attic or basement

Wherever the music is,

Confused and using the muse that I need jest started with

The occultus technology

Or just the occult,

Superstardom's hard,

—but I don't even have a car, God

Hey,

I don't hate you cause you're white!

I hate you cause the guys I like

Like you!

Maybe that's my karma,

Cause if I was a dude,

I'd see me and be like “ew”

There are too few humans

Unconsumed by the zoom movement—

Which reminds me,

Imm trying to do it, too

Maybe take an interview in the bathroom

Had to be in Manhattan by two

The studio has two rooms—

A studio and a studio—

Cool, huh

I'll sleep in the living room,

And that's where I make music,

And use the bathroom.

Whatever feels right to you

But nothing feels right—

I'm in a bad mood

My skin isn't light

And my mind ain't right

I'm a bad dude

I need food,

But shouldn't eat sugar

Or cookies:

Look at me—

I'm hideous, aren't I?

Never the wiser

Imm only behind her by a mile or 5

But that's Eliza, for you.

Keep your eyes off the white guys,

And try harder

But why lie I'm a flight risk

A fighter

A fire starter

And I can sleep on the floor for a while

At least I don't have to hide my eyes when

This light skin strides in when

I was just in my alignment

Lost track of the time and tried to figure

Why my figure's so wide when

Guys I like like then

And black guys give smiles and throw tantrums at the same time

But I don't mind it

That's how my son gets

Envious,

I belong to the world,

And not him

Now I'm just short of a mile

And missing a child

But imm in the system

Why drag him in?

He's a light skin with nice eyes

And inherited violence

Let's hope it skips a generation

Cause if I die, and he hits his wife

Then I failed to break the cycle

But his dad is right

I'm a psycho

High on my throne

Imm an idol

But when I'm low

I'm just homeless

With no hope

Call it bi-polar but

I don't know her

But if I did

I'd probably owe her a dollar

Move over psychology

Welcome to poverty and policy reform

With no consideration for the slaves and ingigenous

—they're trapping us

But I tapped in to the grand aceme of things

And shifted my perception into prosperous

My eye on the dollar I trust,

Cause it sees all of us

All we are

Lalalala

Hahaha

I'm just getting started

I think I might build a whole world up

Just to demolish it

When does college start?

I wanna be a doctor,

Not a starving artist looking at

awhile foods market

Like a hungry dog

With under covers watching

Imm just trying to survive, man

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