Lil bitz

So I'm watching this is it

I love Michael Jackson,

So I have this movie queued up for a couple days

And I finally get to watching it,

And it's been a quiet few days

So I'm watching this movie in like silence.

And it's so eerie to watch Michael Jackson rehearse in this like full stadium for nobody at all—

Almost like, telling of the actuality of him impending death— but I'm watching this, and I'm like, really into it, you know, paying attention to all the details, and it gets to the part, one of my favorite songs:

And it's showing him rehearsing like Jam, and you know, it's one of my favorite songs so I know all the words, and he's dancing— going like 110% in rehearsal.

I trained in dancing for a little bit— most people don't do that. In rehearsal it's usually conserving your energy and just about the mechanics of everything, you know, the rehearsals leading up are like “75-80%” you know the drill, you get it down, but you conserve your energy for the big rehearsals— the dress rehearsals and the opening nights and the entirety of the tour— you don't want to burn our.

But not Michael Jackson.

This dude is going 400% at rehearsal, everytime you see him, which is why he's the absolute catalyst of professionalism for performance.

But I'm watching him rehearse this at full, max-level energy, and he's aiming

“Jam! Jam!”

And I'm thinking about how literally this is just before he died, and he's really going all-in singing

“Jam! It ain't too much for me!”

And I can't help thinking about the irony of this, is that…

‘Like, actually, it is.”

Like it was too much for him… because he did this—

And then died shortly after.

So the irony, to me, was like

“It ain't too much for me!”

I'm like

“Yes it is.”

It was too much for him.

I couldn't help but notice the irony.

“It ain't too much for me!”

“Yes it is Michael! Sit the fuck down”

Or better yet, dawg—

Lay down….(mwahaha)

Said, Conrad.

“Let's take a nap, shall we?”

Too soon?

Okay, I get that his death was ruled a homicide:

But here's my reverse conspiracy theory.

I don't think he was murdered.

I think he was ‘exited'

No, not executed,

“exited”

Like, after all that, Michael was just like

“ok , i'm getting off here. that's…that's enough.”

Or like, we already knew he was immortal and wasn't gonna die anyway, of like, just natural causes.

“Might as well make it a spectacle.”

“This is it!”

(lol that joke still works 15 years later, I guess. The movie is on youtube for free right now so, it's relevant.

Its relevant.)

{Enter The Multiverse}

Every time I stick my hand in the middle of a papaya I wish I had a dick so I could warm it up and fuck it.

Top Ten Best Fruits of All Time

to be fair, I wrote the papaya joke before continuing my obsession with michael jackson in the monumental comic atrocity.

Fair.

You'd have to warm it up, though.

He said,

“Don't say shit”

To this day it still don't make sense

She didn't give a whisper,

Slick tongue, six-nine

Try dialogue

but nothing she could try to find in time,

And so, he counts from one to five

and with the lies had come down to talk

With the conclusion that after all,

She couldn't do this

And the story once to be told

Now was none

I dream in beforehand

Secrets and premonitions

Now you don't need me,
I seek to bleed, sequence

Ten seconds, initiated in the heartfire

Words now?

None I never thought of

Before now,

Now come.

lol remember when Skrillex followed me to Brooklyn?

Lol.

Didn't I hide in a closet?

I don't remember.

Did I hide in the closet?

What made me look that up?

Curiosity killed the cat.

Where the fuck is my cat, anyway?

Atticus Catticus?

The truth is,

I think Skrillex might just be one cold hard murderer;

I think Sonny hides behind his good looks and non subtle genius—

I think I hide my eyes, cause I can't find them;

The original pair went into the air,

With The Rock And The Kite,

And with all the despair in the world

I like peaches and pears,

After all,

This is no random circumstances

That you might have canned them,

Then a penny for a power

Just to recind how I did spend

My last hour.

Don't worry about that!

I don't!

Don't look and don't touch!

I didn't!

Don't gawk and don't talk back;

I can't.

I never quite abandoned anything so quite as badly

As my own Cuban sandwhich

Back in the cabbana,

BRIAN CRANSTON

Howdy partner!

Goddammit, not right now!

BRIAN CRANSTON

If not now— WHEN?

I don't know when!! Okay?!

BRIAN CRANSTON

No, not okay!

I'm not okay!

Well, why? What?

BRIAN CRANSTON

I'm not okay!

BRIAN CRANSTON is not okay .

AHHHHJJJJ!!!'nnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!'nnn

Why is this map still open?!

I don't know! The moderators won't close it.

ANNE HATHAWAY harpoons a large subway rat.

Guh! Fuck New York! I'm so over this?

Don't you like trademark love New York?!

Well not if I'm poor!

Ah shit. We're back on the timeline where all the celebrities are poor?!

SOME OF US NEVER LEFT.

ALRIGHT, WHERE'S BIEBER?

Let's just be honest about this unforgiving all out brawl between JUSTIN BIEBER and DEADMAU5 (JOEL ZIMMERMAN) being the trailer park trash event of the century.

Oh by what fate have these circumstances foreseen us in such a miserable and yet alluring place

To that which these two Canadians,

Throughout time and dust marked one another as arch rivals,

To have become

Neighbors to one another

In this, a barren swamp land.

lol so from what I'm understanding

Uh huh .

Justin Bieber and like this deadmau5 guy are like—rivals, right—

All time rivals—

But in this parallel they actually

Oh no, they live next door to each other in the trailer park.

WHAT?

Yeah. Those two guys.

A SHOTGUN rings out through the bayou.

Oh.

That's—

Yeah .

This will be easy to do with cut-takes.

Cause I think they actually don't get along.

Who knows though?

A SECOND SHOT seems to have connected with something unseen with great devastation.

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TMZ

APPARENTLY THE ENTIRE BEEF WAS STAGED.

SUNNI

I what— ?

MORGAN.

[morgan does not respond]

MORGAN!

MORGAN arrives looking tired.

MORGAN

…yes?

SUNNI

WE NEED TO TALK.

MORGAN

…We are talking.

SUNNI

Why didn't you come before!?

MORGAN

When you called me by my name I thought it was a joke.

SUNNI

IT IS. A JOKE ,

MORGAN

What.

SUNNI

THE BEEF.

[ references TMZ, then entirely destroys television]

MORGAN

Oh, come on—

SUNNI

It was STAGED.

MORGAN

(exhausted)

I don't know what you're saying.

{Enter The Multiverse}

I like when you sit on my head;

I love with you standard my mark,

And I know when you bring in the world,

Like a tag to a pond,

Or the war come undone

I just love when you number

(Rumble)

My world

(There were forests)

The total—

When you,

Ford her,

For it

Never,

Gaping,

Tapped and

Unlocked,

I've been craving—

Bacon and eggs,

I bought bacon and eggs

And then back to the store

And my backache this morning was

Horrible,

How's yours?

For thr eleflowing mercy

Or all the wars we fought, our

Never showing conduct

And yet waking in the crossfire

There were others, aching

Less and less I am enchantments

There I'm sacred, planking

Four to oars, our

Known to knank, three,

For to out fire

There's no

Safety

Hours devour, I

Wait,

Snake, three,

Stakes,

Five,

Four,

Done,

Sin fire

Cease

Can I go now?

Free fellows

For fliers

So marks show

Hardwire learning

Ten fauxes

Ten hoaxes

So shelf life

Won number

Take it to courage

For are you waiting for no one

Colors

Courage

Oops.

Shots fired.

Girl, those are rockstars

Girl, those are rockstars

Girl, those are rockstars

Show hosts with hot wives.

Girl, those are rockstars,

Girl, those are rockstars,

Girl , those are rockstars

Show hosts with high marks

And hot wives

And nine cars worth of

Hard work

Hard work

Hard work

Girl, those are rockstars,

Show hosts with hot wives.

Settle down umpire;

Great service with hot knives

And tourin, tourin—

Tune in, tune in.

The show's almost over

We're covered in

You're in,

Year in and year out by and year one

And don't call cause

Girl, those are rockstars,

Showstoppers,,

Hard acts to follow

And show hosts with hot wives.

Girl, those are Rick stars,

Showstoppers,

Headhunters,

Headliners, show closers,

Hard acts to follow

Show hosts with hot wives,

Hit shows,

High marks.

Why, what's your offer?

I call.

9 lives.

The Legend of Atticus Catticus

It's best just not to talk about it;

Of course, better not to talk at all–

Now, take a look, his demonstrating excellence,

Mathematics and precision, yes,

You might as well just know it all

But measure it all in low doses, short gallops,

Heart open, no scallops and

Medallions on scallions for the movements meant to move them

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The dialogues and entires expressed in this project are in no way liable for any action, expression, disagreements, entitlements held by the reader at his or her/ their own discretion.

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{Enter The Multiverse}

-Ū.

I was told specifically not to go to that grocery store anymore— but they had the rice noodles I liked. The thing was, actually, this time, they didn't— and so I knew my time was again coming to a close. I knew it would be the last time before I left, and regardless that I was going to leave anyway, but it felt like the last time— there were no rice noodles at all, and with my arms full of essentials, I figure listening to the voice in my head that told me not to do these things was probably for the best.'I can hear that.' But I was beginning to be rebellious in my actions and endeavors, because I simply wasn't making money, and this was making me not just sad, but actually very angry.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Professor Tannenbaum.

Sir.

Yikes.

I'm sure

I'm shown up at the Equinox

Just for [someone] to torture me

Cause for what?

I'm dead broke, and not a [] blonde

I'm on another trial

Been tryin, but been a while

It's too bad I'm too tired to run a mile

I been

Up all night

It ain't right

I hate New York

I'm so sick of being broke

But I still cannot find a job,

I'm so certain that it's hell that I'm l surprised

It's not on fire,

But maybe all hell is for real l

Is a cold heart world

With no love in it

Where you stop being inspired

It's murder for hire with motorcycles

And corrupt politicians

So if I look a little older

I'm smart to sue em

So y'op wanna walk toward

And cut me off

Tryna get noticed by a God

But I been only in New York

So I'm humbled, mumble like i'm nobody

But the no ones try to follow me

I swallow all my humble cards

I want to pick them up

But just for once ,

I leave my garbage on the floor

All these skanks

Look like Hillary swank

Come to thinking they slick tryna take the energy I make

They all look like snakes

Lazy

But never cease to amaze me

Walking up in the world I made

Still tryna hate me.

Thankfully, it's just a think tank to me

and when the balance beam turns the tables on em

I'm he back in my temple home;

Now it's your turn to be homeless,

Ya boneless serpent

This is just a bonus l

Cause I took a wrong turn

But it was the right one

Cause I got some rhymes done.

Ya'll get off of my nuts

Look, I got nine Trump cards

Welcome to my dump, lards

You're non recyclable!

What can I say

Besides,

That I'm always correct

Look at the thing that coughs she's gross and she don't have the touch

The flight of love.

The touch of god,

The twist of the hand

Or knowing from before

But she benefits off of the blood

The coughs

The sign of the demons and dark ones

It was already a done deal.

I knew it was sort of a scam, or maybe even sometimes that rich white peoples had the worst demons of all—

My fears had been confirmed the moment I walked in, someone coughing in that same disgusting way as I had been used to as soon as I approached the desk to activate my pass— but I knew as soon as I walked in that it was worth it; I would save everything that I had and sell my outdated DJ gear I wasn't using anyway, and I would take advantage of the offer to reinstate my membership; this would serve me so much more than my equipment was anyway. I wasn't getting along in the DJ world, and in fact after the cancellation of REQUISITE, the disrespect at [redacted] , and the techno Jew telling me my clothes and looks made me worthless in the industry, I considered he might have been right; I would be better off back where I started, at Equinox and broke but at least amongst the clean and quiet elite— this would raise my vibration and clear my headspace for something greater, eventually…even if it was just a job in luxury retail–going back to school or figuring out how to get behind the scene.

My DJ days seemed to be over; I needed security and longevity, and I needed the opportunity to come back at the price with a one month advance desperately. Perhaps six weeks of training could jumpstart something better; I didn't know. But selling my equipment was worth it, because being a DJ was getting me nowhere but a quickly depleting supply of coconut water.

Man wheezy for real

And I don't even feel the pain

Came a long way to Wayne

I took the 2 train,

Fell out of the truth

Still trying to find 2 chainz

But I went the wrong way

I been up all day

Somethings wrong,

I should probably go to a hospital

A long time ago

I'm hoping that this tissue mass is cancer

And it's fatal tho

Fee like I'm inflatable

Ain't no man is faithful yo

I'll probably smoke a big ol bowl

When I get back to heaven, man

With a rebel yell, she cried:

omg, a leg press.

Feeling like, a little bit friendless

Should probably get a wet wipe

Should probably get some leg lifts in

Should probably get the leg press in

It's been a late one

Should probably get some press ons

Probably get my press kits done

Should probably call it in

But then again

Don't got a home much longer

Do I!

Parallels,

This shit is real

I get it in for a second then

Case dismissed

I kept it innocent

I went to equinox to reinvent myself

A second

Take a second thought,

And then forgot—

I'm at the wrong plaza

Nooo? Noooo not

[The Rock And The Kite, Part ☠️]

The diabolical plan worked

The motorcycles weakened the [trigger] bad,

We really had her,

Out on Brooklyn queens border

She looks ten year older

Her hair is so out of order

Her nails is l chipping in polish

Got her caught up in the moment

She probably can't even afford it

But that is just not out problem!

Haha

Fuck,

I forgot how to do this.

Uh.

Forgot all my gym etiquette

I got a running album on

But the track closed

For the free trial

Imma eat out

And by that I mean

Freestyle

I be out side

When I get midtown

I ain't been down

Since I came out

The train station

Screens, screens screens

Someone please please please

Fix me

Seem to be

Splitting at the seams seams seams

I could scream, scream, scream

Yes,

I see me in the media

I need, need, need

Something to

Ease ease ease me

Like an easel

Or Julius ceaser

Jesus.

There's no time I contemplate more

On how strange the humanity is

Then when working out

Intensively.

No longer really even interested

In sexual relations as it ascertains

I may just be the opposite of Satan

And I just don't have the patience

Or the taste for any sort of

Romanticism or fantasies

In a trance, I guess

But I've been living in the trash,

I guess

Well, that was depressing.

Yes, going all the way uptown

And to equinox in the same day

Is very often

A lot.

UPTOWN

Yo. Wtf this place is gross.

Eeeeeeeehh—

GROSS.

Uptown is quieter than my hood

But full of dead things,

I just dread these realizations,

But to spread the disease is easy

I'm in the red and queasy

Meaning to get elevated

But I made a play today

What was I saying

Lil bitz

Bro I'm vegan but just got a cat

And I did not realize shopping for cat food

Would be a conflict of interest .

Like, I know cats are carnivorous,

I'm not dumb.

But I'm discussing this with my AI assistant like,

Trying to find a natural cruelty free brand,

And she's like

“Oh, here's some vegan cat food.”

I was like,

“Enough, white people!”

I love white people—

The good ones, you know.

Not the

*coughs heavily*

Like,

Those are obviously bad but like

Mostly they're alright—

Mostly cause of things like this:

Vegan cat food!

I'm a vegan!

But imm like

“Don't be dumb.”

That's dumb.

Cats are meat eaters.

That's just vicious!

And it's overpriced!

I could see if you were cutting corners and skipping prices by like,

Forgetting the meat,

And this was like a nutritious, half priced alternative

But no,

Like most things that are vegan,

It's double-priced.

I'm like

“Ahem, I was looking for cruelty-free brands!

This by the price point alone is cruel!

But I did not realize shopping for this on Amazon

Would be such an entire conflict of interest,

I'm like

“Eughh!”

“Gravy swirl”

I'm like,

“Gross.”

And then I'm looking at the flavors like,

Are people actually shopping for cat food,

Like they're shopping for themselves?

They're like

“Oh bone-broth infused”

That sounds good!

“Chicken beef swirled flavor”

I'm like

“Eugh.”

Like it is obnoxious and nasty,

I must admit,

I've been a Whole Foods shopper for too long

I'm like

“Hmm. How about sweet potato… like, pumpkin-cod?”

No?

Ah, here we are

“Brown rice and fillet…”

Classy.

The Legend of Atticus Catticus

Tales of a Superstar DJ

LEGENDS: ICONS

Ascension

Deathwish

Whatever Else

On

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Copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved

-Ū.

FR3∆KY FRÏD∆ŸS w/-Ū. - EP. 007 (LIVE)

We're running out of time .

We're Always running out of times.

Haven't eaten;

Kesha—Birkin—

Sorry, Conan,

Haven't pondered

(Fight!)

There you are;

Equinox mornings

Getting lost

(Fun)

Doesn't shove

Croissants down the throat

As long as I'm on the island

(What?)

Long day;

Never money

Haven't got a

(Cat!)

Sanctuary

(doves)

Jimmy Fallon?

Never found him

(What?)

Pools of blood,

Nevermind that.

I was so sick the night before,

Even in my sleep that I thought to call out.

But no,

“I don't skip freaky friday.”

I hadn't yet, and so my streak was valid, but I felt like shit, and despite my sponsorship I didn't feel I had any interest in DJing at all.

The apertment was a mess, and though I'd spent the day before for hours cleaning in all the crevices the cat found that I hadn't, it still wasn't perfect— then, why would I try to make it perfect on the brink of eviction with the dread and depression that came with the noise?

I wanted to fucking die, and the long hours not spent sorting through my hard drives were instead spent watching Saturday night live and funneling popped corn into my mouth, because indeed— I was actually, finally, chrnically depressed.

It could be written off as some coincidence or extreme city noise, but I knew in my heart it was instead asassination, the apartment was a trap and I'd been set up to be weakened enough to eventually either kill myself, or back to homelessness to die.

The least thing I was interested in was music, and apparently, though I'd had thousands of dollars somewhere in unclaimed royalties , I couldn't seem to find my EIN— the business tax ID I needed to file papers, because I didn't use it often enough; I didn't file taxes, because I wasn't making money.

(At least, I'd thought I hadn't.)

I couldn't even remember which subway stop was the correct one; and I knew with this I must have been coming to the end of my time in New York; everything seemed strange and faraway, as if I were in a dream.

L E G E N D S: ICONS

{Enter The Multiverse}

He's heaven

But i'm probably his headache

What's a medical assessment to lemon merengue

And I wish to that same heaven that we're all as sick

As what's disturbed to be described by

Highest our physicians can abide

Just the though of him,

The whispers of prolific;

Just the sight,

I get to writing thoughts

As if the words were mine,

But still,

The caves of wells kept secret,

Pure and water like the thoughts,

Are just the parallels od subtle secrets

Kept inside a box

This could be mine,

Dammit, a glimpse—

Who are I?

Caught in a wince with the glimpse of a notion

And putting out fires—

Who are I?

You call?

In the midsts of a morning,

Worlds over,

Neglected,

No former recognition, but

Who are you for?

Not mine,

But still a world of sure

For art mines

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All Rights Reserved

-Ū.

You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry.

What's 'the foundry'

I think we're about to find out.

But— don't you already know?

Ag

H—!

You ‘work‘ there?

Yes, I ‘work' there.

The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow

The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing

The same gun as in window;

Same gun as before,

Just remember, you're forward—

Remember, you're four of them.

Oh good, yeah. I forgot about

—that one.

And that one,

And that one,

And that one.

And this gun,

And this gun,

And this gun—

And this god,

And this god,

And this god.

Yeah, I forgot

The festival project ™

Yes, I forgot about Jon Lovits

I forgot all the songs that I wanted to talk about

Yes, I forgot just a sure as the sun forgot New York this morning

But I was so sure of my self at the turn of the hour

How now, you say?

Not now, gone times;

Just gone, New York,

All about none for Sunday

And I picked up a quarter

(I picked up a quarter,

I picked up a quarter,

I picked up a quarter

I'll be gone till Sunday,

Till sundown,

Move forward

Fuck!

Make sure not to turn down on a hardcore

Make sure to come down off the hard times,

Not god, but you're acting a good one

Not now, but you're acting on our time

(On our time!)

DOC

I never stretch!

I don't feel it's appropriate!

Gisselle doesnt talk much.

Giselle is a proud mouse

Were coming on hard times

The harp was a purist

And then, I got wisdom

Again, with this, witness?

I told you, don't come home

I asked you: where's Skrillex?!

Ooh. Watch this!

No!

Where's— what?

You know what I'm talking about

I'm pretty sure I do not!

I—

Oh.

Oh no.

No. This is good.

{Enter The Multiverse}

I told you already, I'll kill you!

Okay, Bathsheba!

“Bathsheba”

Wtf.

I told you, that's exactly what you're supposed to do.

What!

Read my contract!

What.

It's in my contract, read the clauses.

Do what!?

Lil bitz

Does anybody here believe in the Illuminati?

I do, but not in the way you would think .

I think the main purpose of the Illuminati is just to mindfuck with you.

That's it.

That's all they do.

Like , true, it's probably a like helm of ancient wisdom and knowledge,

But also, probably—

I think they practically exist,

Just to blow your mind.

There's no big secret.

It's just,

“Wtf.”

And they're like

“Ahaha” ”I know right?!”

That's basically the whole thing.

L E G E N D S

I really liked you.

Yeah, I… I know .

I really wish I didn't have to kill you.

Yeah, I—wait a second.

Oh shit!

Add more weight.

I'm sure I only got this way by soully having sex with

Just myself.

This is causing problems.

That's probably not going to help that whole holding in a fart issue, is it?

Can I get some two-year continuity in this bitch?

Some gratuity for no incontinence,

Some incongruity rooting for you in this bitch?

A table for two in this bitchz.

{Enter The Multiverse}

{Ah, we meet again.}

A table for two is set center stage;

The spotlight shines dead center the round table, and its centerpiece, a single throned rose, at peak bloom.

The rest of the room is a blurred shambles,

The two just offstage and unseen in the wings, preparing to duel.

We only hear their quick witted exchange of words as the table sits alone, and briefly, ever so slightly, the teardrops of a chandelier begins to shine with the prismatic glow of a swirling…

Hmm, wait a second .

This is genius at play,

But the thing is,

It's not work when you love it,

And I don't,

It's just slipping through the prisms

As I just begin to see them

I'm sunsure whether the circumstances are.

Aromantic or quite ardent

And I forget

I don't know what day it is

Or the seconds counting,

As I slip between dimensions

And the parallels

Are real I guess,

But something stressed in this m-theory,

Really, do they fear me

Or are they all just here to hear me

Recently,

I see nothing

Blind as a bat and I've been so depressed

But the stressed is repressed as expressions,

Ten seconds in and it only get deeper,

I'm keeping her secrets.

Guess what.

WHAT IS IT CONAN?

What a red headed hot mess

Do not come closer!

I will call the cops on you.

Guess what?

What!

We s ted.

Goddamn bro, you are sloshed.

I have never seen you this wasted, Jimmy, and that's saying something.

Like really saying something.

[the festival project ™]

You used me as a human shield!

Did I—?

Yes!

Oh, yes I— I did. I forgot.

You forgot?!

It served its purpose!

I guess,

*shrugs*

Well, jokes on you, because guess what!

I'm Tina Fey!

What? No you're not.

[looks directly in the eye]

Oh my god, you're Tina fey.

Yes, I am!

Okay! So who's Tina Fey then?

That's the problem! We don't know!

All this and that's the problem?

Amongst others!

Obviously.

Honorable mentions:

Sketchers “the uno”

As campaign is double zero models with extremely pretty faces- pretty little things that could kill you

Pretty Tiny things, as seen on tv

Target is winning with their QR code on the commercial, ad game next level

Dishonorable mentions

I hate the FaceTune ads

Nurse ratched's description

Lil bitz

Man, I love midtown

I came out the Equinox

It smelled like summer camp and shit

No doubt cause something within proximity is on fire,

But still.

Brooklyn smells like —different than that..

Bruh.

Has anyone been to union square lately?

All week the whole shit smells like vomited popped corn.

All week.

Not vomit alone.

Not popped corn alone—

But actually a perfect polyblend

Of vomited popped corn.

Lil bitz

I just got a cat—

Do you understand what it's like

To drag a cat through Manhattan?

I realized I just became

“That guy”

For possibly the first time since I even got to New York .

It's been a while, so that's good, but—

“Cat on a train”

Is a whole different level of like

“Oh.”

I'm like

“That's right.”

Don't get me wrong,

This is not an every day thing.

This is just to my apartment

Then he's trapped there forever.

But let's be serious—

“Cat on a train” is like—

People aren't exactly happy with you

Or think good things about you

They're like

“Oh”

Wel first off,

I'm sure they don't know it's a cat,

So it's just a box with holes in it

Could be anything.

“Weirdo”

True;

I see an indiscriminate box with holes in it that just says “adoption” I'm like

“Oh for real that could like; be whatever.”

“Omg where are you going with that—thing.”

Right?

This is my magic guard animal.

I brought him for two reasons—

One: cause I got a badass cat tree like too long ago

And I was sick of looking at it

And the litter box it came with just taking up space in my closet;

Those two things make up one reason

The second reason

Is as a suicide deterrent

Because at this point,

I'm obviously lonely,

And so this way,

I know I'm less likely to kill my self

If I know this fool will just eat me.

I'll think about it a little longer

And a little harder

Before I actually do it.

I'll be like

“But…which part will he eat?”

Right?

“Not my face, right?”

“Omg that's horrible.”

“K nevermind i'll stick it out”

He's a magic cat

You can tell this dudes just different .

I got to the train station and I put the box down

And just stuck my finger through one of the holes—

You know, just to let him know

Cause I figure this has to be a lot for a cat, right?

So I stick my finger in the box but I can't see him or anything, so I just stick my finger in, nothing.

He's not like sniffing my finger or biting it off or anything, but I figure he's alive,

Then the train comes, so I get up to get on the train,

And the box just starts vibrating.

Then I realize,

The guy is purring.

We're in an uptown subway station and aparently this dude is about that nonsense.

He's chillin.

I'm like,

“I'm glad you're enjoying this,

This is my least favorite part, actually.”

My guy. He's different.

Now imm the girl on the train with the cat in the box

And not to lie,

I just figured out what it's like to have no one want to be around you for a minute

Which, to me, is cool.

I'm like,

“Yeah, okay, please actually,

Yea, stay away from me.”

“Stay away from me and my indiscriminate box.”

{Enter The Multiverse}

I might be the only person in history

To give my cat

A stupider name

Than he already had.

I told you, he's a Magical cat

First of all, his other name was technically two names—

His name was Mike & Ike— if you don't know,

That's two dudes.

Okay, so he's at least two guys,

But I might be the only one so far

To go the extra mile and instead of gratifying this failure of a name,

I named him what the fuck he was supposed to be called.

Cause I knew that.

He came to me in a dream,

And he told me

“Atticus Catticus”

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Eyes, eyes— who's got eyes?!

Here, I have eyes.

I don't want yours.

What? Why not?!

Eyes, eyes, buys and trades—!

The day I met Atticus catticus, I by some strange coincidence also discovered

“Toonces”

…and however startling it was that they looked just alike, the cat himself had other strangenesses about him that I couldn't seem to shake.

The other adjustments were yet to have taken place, but the cat did seem to be armed with a certain spirit, that did indeed show me immidiately things I might have otherwise missed.

Still, it was true that this weirdness might have been misinterpreted, but however shallow my aspirations remained to the theatre world, or the world at large, it seems as though there was just stil some kind of strange connection with Saturday Night Live I couldn't shake.

Almost like it followed me everywhere.

BIG JIMMY runs SIN CENTRE at SIN CITY, an exclusive bar and restaurant in Las Vegas.

You don't know about Sin Centre at Sin City?'

No.

It's the premier underground boutique for all of what happens in Vegas— or, what didn't, if you know what I'm saying.

I'm sure I don't z

I'm sure I don't either *winks*

I need magnesium;

Creep level fantastic,

I wreak of havoc

I wreck the fanflick

Fanfiction?

Now i'm fired,

Give up!

I'm a channel

Back to the hard part

Look at me! I'm getting

Eleven miles an hour

Isn't it strange how

Just this morning

In the kitchen

I was thinking

How I just love Sarah Silverman

And how

The chemistry with Kimmel is

–

Creep level: fantastic

THen,

If this is episodic,

I'm not the only one who feels this way about it

I might be a bad guy
I like the darkness

I might be the bad type,

I like,

Flirt with darkness

Jp

Did you write this?!

I–i think i did.

You think?

I have forgetfulness syndrome!

Why is everybody falling in love?
But i”m alone

Maybe I'm not supposed to have love

So i'm alone

But

Too many talks to tell,

I can't want,

But i'm alone,

And still

Everybody wants to have love

And i'm alone

I have this weird theory that to be a female

And get booked on Seth Meyers

Not only should you be kind of almost probably famous

But definitely under 120 pounds.

Lil Bitz

I'm telling you! he's Slytherin!

Do you watch the show?

Watch the show!

Every female he interviews has anorexia!

Not a joke!

Watch the show.

He has a copy of moby dick on his desk!

What's that about!?

Slytherin!

Slytherin!

So the question is:

Can i fill five minutes with this?

Puh

This kid.

Wondering about five minutes

When she really needs an hour of material

And a material witness

This depression is actually the worst I've been

Since I escaped prison.

I should have went to Princeton.

I should never run for president.

Amen.

I told you, republican!

A bold move, and the light I'm on—

Tonight, I'm fowl

I get a grin

Tonight, I prowl

I'm off again.

I haven't been this incandescent

Since

Information on

Ronald Regan

Came to surface

This: his

Indiscretions

send my regrets to lettermen

I haven't had it better since.

Gavel gavel gavel!

And I ramble ramble ramble on

The mouse that lights to gamble

Likes the Kat and tattoo addicts

But the fans just can't acknowledge

That we're on in the apocalypse

I gotta get my marks up

Or a proposition predicate

Or advocates on terror

Where's the war you ordered

Not another table

Kill the waitress

Heal the sparrow

Right the old case in a letter

Harrow, harrow

Case is waiting

And I've yet to make it

Everything I do just makes me

Faint,

Like I'm exasperated and exhausted

All at the same time

Call out my mantras—

Look, I'm a loser

Out in the open

Promise

Provoke my promocuity once more

And I'll get you all fired.

Fired! Fired! Fired!

You look good in a tux

Good suit and tie

Good at the desk, boss,

Ma?

She's a

Hard crier

I got divorces,

Widowers,

Window surfaces on a horcrux

Hard wires,

And hard times on a jarred door

Oh!

Yeah.

It's hard coming to terms with death

When your afterlife is

Jay Leno on a long highway

In stuck traffic

And you got to think

“I know that guy”

But no you don't,

You're far from it and still

Show hosts aren't for hire

In the aqueduct construction,

For I?

Seth Meyers, young soul!

Very hard, but good to know him.

Kimmel had a tough crowd,

But

Fear, I've bartered hard to order.

Fries with that?

Oh noooooooo!

He stopped dying his greys

He's been writing for days

And he's stuck in his ways:

Cheerios are too sweet honey-nutted

And honey nutted my rebuttal on live broadcast

I finally got comcast,

I finally went all broke

Ahhh, we're gonna die.

I guarantee you, this is that.

Tuesday— midnight.

What goes on.

Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?!

They know everything.

Don't you know by now I can't be trusted?

If I try to call

We'll get disconnected

And this interception

Has been live broadcasted–

So I get the picture

This is all disaster.

Took a number,

Run hard, I get there faster

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Life goes on

But mine has not

So it feels more like sickness

Than just fan fiction

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Once Upon A Coconut

Like Nesquik out da can

I think it, then I can

Need a guru, I'm the man

In supply I got demand

Need a sample mail it to you

I arrive like out the blue dude

Do you influence multitudes of groups?

Unusual

Every day all black

Just like I pull up to da funural

Respect; I keep it mutual

Interests and got intellect,

delicable like Ecuadorian

bananas in DeLorean

Or waffles with some syrup on it

Sir up in my stirrups: wanted

Not about the gossip

But it's possible I'll ponder on it

Somber I got calmer on em

Sub I put a collar on

I pull up in the suburbs in a suburban

And get my mother on,

For father's sake I put the cock in peacock

On my color guard

I call that comical

Scouts honor

I don't go to comicon

Unless I gotta talk about the robot that I roll up on

Or

Show up on the show I wrote

But no this ain't no 30 Rock

My references out of date

And my resources out of order

But for the record

I sort of shudder

When forced to watch that law and order show

I just don't SVU

Omg

I don't envy you,

I'd rather NV just to

EDC so you could see me

On TV or

In the booth

That would be cool

—da guru.

JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis.

It may even be SKRILLEX.

Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads—

Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor.

It relays a musical message, then explodes.

☠️ ☠️ ☠️

…yes,

this was definitely Skrillex.

But then—

Who really is Skrillex?

who really is anybody?

More philosophical questions.

It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls—

And, maybe—

A call to the old “friend”

{Enter The Multiverse}

DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call.

He should know something about this.

The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will.

DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR.

…or that.

— then the phone rings.

…it's JOEL.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Don't worry, I hate you.

Good, Jesus Christ.

I'm fucking the God version of you

in my half sleep

More like,

Dead on straight

Lovemaking

Of light proportions

But no problem

It is all just another portion of a program,

Another fierce projection of obsession—

So what?

I have four of 'em.

(I bore them,

And they all ignore me.)

I woke up this morning

After napping in New York

On a walkway between

Two okay casinos in Vegas

But don't know which ones

Or what it's called

Somewhere between the Encore

And the Fashion Show

I probably should get back, you know

I got a court date coming up

I'm on, New York

It's really what you wanted

Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show

Oh, of course

The Jim Crow Era!

Now that's relevant

And scary isn't isn't it?

I'm sober

But I told you, bro

The show is over

I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of

Coconut water

I work under informants

For

Nothing under the table

I'm so under toxic sonic torture

I've been disabled

I re-upped on all the pancake

But I'm out of maple syrup

So here's seven for the sixes;

I'm severing all connections,

I'm severely out of order

And I'm running out of water,

Look,

Call Mr. remarkable

And tell him I'm in a mark up

Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother

But gave it a second thought and

Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt,

—The original sponsor;

And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock

But that would be a whole total disaster,

I fucking promise

I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T

So—

Enjoy the mix;

(It's a shit one)

It'll be a distant and short hiatus,

But either way, I gotta make

Electricity and rent

Without filling it with my purpose so,

I gotta cut the show off

I'm toppled over at the plaza

Laugh at it if you will,

But only if it's real

I wrote my will and posted it

I live and die inside this show

I came to the city to live

But it's just dying in New York

If you go broke and only does your art support you

— there's the notice;

Couldn't leave you cold

Just cause my heart is.

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L E G E N D S

&

Tales of a Superstar DJ

Returns This Fall on All Platforms.

thanks for listening.

-Ū

Competition at the country club;

I must admit I haven't had the habit yet

Of psyching out the competition

But I haven't even had it yet

I'm simply always better and ahead

(especially in blind audiences and unpaid promotion numbers)

Taking out the competition

Everything is tailored custom made

and never miss an invitation

Simple stocks and bonds

You've got more toxic numbers

Groms,

And undercrossed fingers

Simple stocks and bongs

You don't belong here

But you're locked in as a blonde here

James bond bandit

And Jennifer Anniston's antics

(only water and cucumber,

Never salt or carbs

I'm hardly even made of carbon,

You know

Ha

Ha

Ha.)

Mr. Always.

Mr. Present.

Mr. Precise.

Mr. Heaven

Mr. Rampage

Mr. Me, right?

Mr. Yeah Right

Mr. Maybe

Mr. Mistake

Mr. Thank You

Mr. Please Me

Mr. You're late

But where's Mr. Headache?

But where's the Kardashian?

But where's Mr. Be Straight and On Time

And Unconscious?

And where's Mr. These Days?

And where's Mr. Keep a blade in your pocket?

Cause you're one to one with the whole lot of

Obstacles

So there you are again

Throw you off your horse?

There must be a room for this

Or a template.

L E G E N D S

That leaving you have in your feeling as a heart…

Don't want to watch to go but want

Want

Want

Lost the for you wonder don't know

Younger water but I

Want

Want

Want

Dealing with my broken parts

Underground and in the storage room

I don't know what's left of earth

But last I heard of her

The world was broken

I want the window the closed

But it won't minimize

Left the top open

Might as well have been the door

I used to lock them,

But not anymore

The whole world is stolen

V.o.

You know that magic trick where you're bending a spoon with your mind?

BLŪ pulls a BAKING SHEET out of the OVEN with a melted plastic spoon on it.

This isn't like that at all.

HANZEL

Yu Vere Bazically Vurking Wit Nazis.

Shh! Don't Say that!

HANZEL CONT'D

(Shrugging dismissively)

Vhat. Jew Vere.

{Enter The Multiverse}

I got six press kits

Costs a fee to book a gig

Come with me you could get ditched

Come to Vegas, Could get Hitched

(Real Love!)

I don't wanna take your time up,

Cause that be some of mine, hun

N if you're tryna find fun,

Should probably bring the wine

Techno but need a nine? No

Ten, I am a diamond

Stevie, I'm a blind ya

Wonder if that's a low blow

But none of that's below me

Know you know

I ain't your homie

I'm the only on who know me

Not a worry, I believe you—

You don't need me,
I don't need you

Now you See me:

No you don't—
Hope to see me

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She's possessed by the devil

The bitch doesn't have a soul

She needs fuel from the source of light

She doesn't have her own

She's consumed

She's consumed

She's a portal to the underworld

And if you want to fuck with her

Then you'll be leaving under earth

She's the devil in a costume

A Satan in a bad place

She says she wants to help you

But can't even help herself

She's stalking in the corridor

A next to murder horror show

The whore who stole your husband;

But she leave a pretty note

She's tasteless, she's tasteless

She's wasteful, she's hateful

She's evil

She's bleeding you dry at every angle

Needing you for your ways

She's crazy

Leading you astray

She's the face of the dark days;

The devil in magistrate

Hey;

I've been

Having a hard time lately

Find I

Can't

Transmute this

Skip this track

or mute this

music is black

I feel useless

Demons seem to attack

Where the booth is

Speaking of toothless,

I'm lit fuses

past two muses

Oops

Nothing is new

Just confused it

Oh well

Turn off my bluetooth;

Now i'm in a few spins

Dinner is legumes

and the blues

I get consumed

When the u hits

Fuck it

Too many matches for the

Mystical

Rich and famous is

Just the beginning

Too many of us struggle with the nothing and the lovelessness

But listen

Guess it just gets better

With every hit record

Till you make no record

But you're still a whole legend: sensation

Couldn't finish the new one

(For the record)

Cause I hate him

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I want to scream at you

But even standing at my shoulder length

My eye at your chest.

You'd be a million miles away

Look what I make of you.

I have no mistakes left and still

The fate of it is that,

You have my gratitude, your gracious

And yet they eat away

At all the things I have

And maybe there'll be more of me

For now the morbid days are just as caving in as

Any other making that we make of it

Don't thank me,

Just outrank them.

Banking on your every moment

Effervescent, tragic endings

Waiting on your every scent and center

Don't disintegrate just yet

And now we enter impact

Stand for circumstances

Do work faster

Horror horror

Do you know the motive of her

Former engines?

Motive, motive

Steer the plot or rear the message m

Fritter fritter

Audiences get disinterested

So effing quickly.

Would you mild or would you mold

Or would you wake to fold the eggs into the bacon,

Bread, and then tomato—

Would you fear her message?

Would you quick forget you're on her planet?

Surely safe to know

But know but knots

And no but not again

You bought it with your faux and auctions

Hallmark cards

And feathers fauxes

Don't you know

The faucet's only running water

Oh you're hard predictable

And chlorinated

Oh the poison

Dripping at your ways

And wilting at your guilt

The James

The reckon gestures

Reckon, Avery

Severed by the check

Or just the ever ending

Never get there

Message to a friend

To just keep going

When she ends it

It is just another death

You'll get on with it

In the end

Never friends.

Never.

Good I hate you

Could you maybe

Find me ugly?

That's your money in my

Every reaching corner

Every angling cent

And harsh presentations of

Skin that's aging and

Wages which haven't

Coverage to front the

Expenses,

Crash diets

Go broken

Ugly cause you're course

Everything fits

But still empty on the inside

I live in shredded

Shambles of service

But there's no gratitude

My breath is only your own

And this bread is my headache

I haven't a sermon

Or diamond

Or unworthy

Sex appeal

And really only

Ever off when

Only ever on

You're still demolishing the board

You're still diminishing the severs

Yet you neglected

Each and every

Crevice of this

Never ending friendship—

But did I ever mention there is a glass slipper

For each and every person ever

Just to wish one?

Did it ever occur to you

The circumstances you are under r

Live for it

Or get lost

There's really only porridge in her oven

If the gas or turning off or over

Don't turn over now

The resin's covered in the

Corvette.

Only cause I had to

Sense when is it

Blood sense.

Get laid

Don't flinch

Get paid

Gold finch

Get reckless

I call spirits north for dinner

South for lunch

And up for porridge at breakfast

I've passed on

I've been awake

You're mortal girl

The one you're on is

Really only such a small pond

That I should think

To cover up

With dirt.

Start over.

—and Skrillex is just in the corner the whole time playing video games.

Worst dream ever.

But why's Seth Meyer's mad at me?

I'm guessing he always was!

He's people are just like that

All conservative, conformed—

Again, it's not your fault

It's just uncomfortable!

Again I only ever approached it wanting to know

If the l broach l fits

But even Lucille Ball won't come if I call her—

Probably don't even got the right number

Code of arms

Or helm of awe, huh.

Fuck, man.

When's Tonight Show in hiatus

Need you off the island, off In Prague

And out my anus,

Don't remind me

I've been

Jamie Lee Curtis

Just recently enough

That I miss it.

Ugh.

I know,

I resent that.

Find a line to draw

Or fly a kite past

I'm past my reckoning

Just for tonight,

The suffering ends

Surely not enough to past the time

Before my electrolytes fly in

But tonight

Just tonight

I want to dine in my mind

Or die alone

Without trying to find the light—

The neighbor simply seems to follow it.

(At least I got her ought to not slam the door now,

Police interventions,

There really are cause for those.)

What is a warfare!

Buy me a checkmark!

My question mark seems to go off a lot

All for it

God,

You're remarkable

I gift a heart or though

I out all my crystals in the Rockerfeller plaza

But still held on to an amethyst for Dillon Francis?

There those eyes are again;

I hate to hurt you North;

But I'm no mother board

Or mother ship

Or Mother Earth

Broke my focus long enough to call you up,

But sure, I'm just short of even past conscious.

Nothing's safe for us, you know.

One one to call;

No code of conduct–

No safety in numbers, or color guard

No home, and no love in our times

For our kind–

We're all here now

And the wrong time

Is all time.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Do you see me?

I don't not see you.

Well.

Well.

I thought there'd be more having to say.

There's nothing to say.

Not nothing…

Nothing.

Huh.

—unless you say it.

I've nothing to say.

Then say nothing.

The frog croaks,

The oak leafs,

The custard leaves its corridors

The hark leaps

The oath melts,

The sworn have sworn

To never mark.

To no remose,

To no remark;

The carrier, and carry her—

The fierce need,

For Vegabonds,

For every caper read

Amen.

All is spoken;

And all in thought also in words

All is listened

And all has heard not in her form

Stiff.

You're horrified.

You're horrifying.

Sure, but—

Brother—

Broken—

Nothing that I've never heard before

Capable.

Half-friend.

Northerner.

Cape cod.

Hamptons.

Fair straights.

Ancient.

Sacred.

R I T U A L S

LEGENDS:

R I T U A L S

OH GOD.

No! NO! NO!

It just keeps going!

Thank you! Thank God. I thought it was over.

You were invoked.

I was implicated.

Fun fact:

Here's the thing.

You were murdered.

Ah, gains.

Why the fuck do I never get to just choose when this happens?

Cause you don't.

This isn't fair! I watch 2 segments of—

STEPHEN COLBERT enters.

*shattered.

Shithead.

STEPHEN COLBERT enters shattered.

—I was shattered when I heard about it.

What's that?

Never you mind.

I didn't— I just— asked.

He finds his way to the round table in the center of the dark room. He seems twisted; it's as if he's been blindsided.

Capable.

And still there's nowhere

In here

The city we share

I can go

To make the sound

Eager to leave my soul

As how

I know you.

Awkward!

Just wait.

You've been betrayed!

I— know that already.

Is this your card?

{Enter The Multiverse}

GET OFF THE TRAIN.

—

Lil bitz

Fool. Why every time I see you, you look guilty.

Why.

You never look innocent at all.

If something went down — I know it was you.

Hide a lie;

Can't hide a lie

Can't tell a tell

Can't roll the ball

Can't bowl the strike

Can't run at all

Can't fool the hare

Can't skin the cat

Can't dance a bit

Don't row the boat

Can't play the role

Don't know the tune

Can't trim the tree

Can't hold the bowl

Can't kill the fowl

Don't tell the tale.

Hide a lie.

Run a mile

Taste the bile

Fill the basket

Now you're moron

Now you're mortal

That's immoral

Jimmy Fallon

—that's a turtle.

Tell the lie.

Hide the fold.

Kill the curse;

Sail the ark

Fill the void

Hate the gap

Kill the king

Tell the tale

Tell a lie

Hide the

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knife.

In for life, or what?

Info wars at most.

Live to tell the tale?

Learn to spike the punch

Learn to punch the wall

Lean up on the door

Learn to most of all

Shut the fuck up

Keep your mouth shut

I love New York

Give the bad news

Put a smile on

Oh you gotta love it

I get close to nothing once a month

And then come back

To pull the puffer out the dragon

Goddammit what you want me for

I learned another lesson

Don't devour her

All I wanted was

Just a sour odor

Give the last call

I go heroin blind

For heroine times

And by the time it all gets darker

I will have pulled the plug and written on the wall in

Permanent marker.

ugh. Fuck you.

Fuck The Doors.

Fuck your chorus.

Fuck your archer.

Fuck, you found I.

I all for her,

Shoot the wombat;

—But the door shuts on its own

Without it getting harder, now.

Don't it?

Donut.

i don't—

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

I—

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

I—

Belt Buckle

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

I don't—

Belt buckle—

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Okay.

I—

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

I—

Belt Buckle

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

I don't—

Belt buckle—

Belt buckle.

Belt buckle.

Can I contour?

Not even one episode

Or epicenter

Even for a lonely

I got the warning

For your magnitude before

So what you want

It's just a test

Pacific coast

Or night crawler

Nightmare or

Nightfall

You swore you won't

I do desire not a lover

But a hand to hold

And father for my own

So.

Shove it up your

Probably want a

I don't need disaster warning

What you wanted

Limoncello

Light waves

And light gave a damn

I have a dance

I cave to for

And there you are

Just a horrible oar,

Now I row the boat

But you don't disaster

Nor could you decide to divorce her

Even if I ever worked

At Art gallery

Organizers

God, you wore her sweater

Just to make it all seem rather backwards

If perchance I ran my hand just over

All the soft

Love in the world

Are you not a dozen roses?

To far my flames

I gave you my heart

Flower

Done moving

Don't moon

Did you really pay the neighbor

Just to hate me

Haven't you heard

On our earth

There's turf war?

So far, white doves

But no lost wolves,

Poor pigeons, following

Of course you were hard wired

I hate not once

But all times the hurt

Each time I struck

Sure I want for California

And Equinox saunas

And then no more do I run the tub!

But for now as I soak and the roach prowls,

I get my motion under the water,

Sure form and no more fire till the moon comes up who rose at dusk?

Likely or lite brawl

Sire,

You care to hard work

But you desire awful

I was right in all forms

Now I die here

Your knife and all you are

Feels right as blood pours out

I want but only suffer

Your call could only burden

My tie to fall a lark

Cries

Out

In

To

Her

Arms you fall and I desire

I desire

I now

Have a heart to cry

I died, sir.

You won.

How awful.

Just a nugget of truth,

This window of lies,

A mask so broken

And yet in the cracks there, my mirror

My shadow

My hard times

Out to work

And off to war

And what you wanted

No, not outside

Inside love

But nevermind that

Now the blood pours out and sweet,

I thank to this relief and finally

Rest, I.

No longer shall I mourn your love to not

And know the guilt is slain in you anew, my heart

Dear shadow, youth becomes my blood

And dear far cry,

Dear boy you,

Wait to know me in again another

There came and withered and your force

Now knows mine,

Never end and tethered,

There I wait, then

Now I blood and dreaming, sleeping in

Your pure,

Decency.

I have strike and so wait my end;

And you, go on,

Now without my voice.

A harp.

Welcome to Ecuador.

What are you doing here?

I grow bananas.

Every once in awhile

I have you over

For a cocktail

Or five.

Every night

I tighten my eyes on you,

Thoughts.

Every space in time

Is just a collar

Dog

A bark.

Every time you call

I still come over

Though you do not want,

I opposite.

You see,

You are time.

I see you now, God.

I feel your heart, I

Can involve

My lips quaking

Your worried me

My fall, right?

Why—

I belong in your eye,

Why,

Heart my home,

I,

Never go.

Never not.

Bullet to a gun

For to wish I'm not awake

And to dream though seek, I call

And to worry

Wishes swimming

Thunder rolls and

Hard I fall

So wait and weather

Weather storm

And feather.

You know I'm locked, and fault

Too consumed by news cameras

Noise tied around my,

Neck your beck and call

My battered back

And there is she

All I am not

And movement,

You controller

Red and virtuous

Are thy neither my friend,

Nor foe,

Nor narrow and the neck, dripping

The feet, and defeated I am in my shallow

Your wish is my make her

I make thy for glory

She the golden trophy,

Truth, you will not with,

These, you will decanter

Encounter; or

I slay you in my motion

I say your name and sheild thy slain

And there you are, a force

And here she comes, a brain

My greying matter;

Your Tuesday, Wednesday

She fears me not

One, two, four blue eyes

I'm nothing now

Six blondes, four heartaches

I rung, you wanted

I eat, you shatter

I starve, you know me

Then in the waste

My waist till not your honor

And so, I go

And she

And she

And she

And she

Eighty five and one divine

But all are yours

And yours are mine

So then.

We have killed her.

And there, she lay slain,

And ye, we rejoice

And yet, we became

To seize, none has not

To breathe, yet remains—

The truth comes our time,

As body decays.

Fuck. I don't think that was it.

Nevermind.

*fixed it .

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