Finally! Where have you been?
It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present…
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous.
Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head.
That would be impressive.
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT.
CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit.
There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years.
‘I am awake…like, very awake.'
BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir.
Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this.
Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug.
I'm almost never surprised anymore.
Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat.
That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid.
So you are learning something.
BLU drinks again from the gallon jug.
Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes.
It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front–
FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked.
Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that.
The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity.
To what do I owe the pleasure
How did you even get in here?
You wanna see a magic trick.
Goddamit! What did you see in there?!
I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing.
Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed.
What's it like to Be Beautiful?
What's it like to be loved?
What's it like to be loved?
What's it like to be beautiful
What's it like to be beautiful
What it like to be beautiful
That's what I wonder about
I'm a dirty little secret
You know I can't resist him–
You know I can't resist you
And after all i've been through
You might as well discard me
I've no use to you, you know
Once i fall i love, it lasts forever
It just gets deeper
As you move further
It's wrist slitting season
But it only looks bad if i show it
But you don't though
So i keep it to myself
Before you tune in to watch
could you be anymore grotesque?
That's a lot of shut the fuck up.
Most men live lives of quiet desperation
Like the rush hour traffic
You just can't love a wild thing
That's just the look of things
Love me long, long harder
I don't need no ever after
I'll be gone, but i'll be back here
It was a testament to my professionalism in music business;
And though I had thought to get the M-50s
Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment
Idk i just got bored with this.
01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines
I can't stand to lose no more
I can't stand for more than four
Burn me on the stake again
I made a mistake to think I had a friend
Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said
Now my phone rings off the hook
And i don't like it at all
It's too young in the night to be crying
I'm trying to hard to impress them
Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail
What's the point of trying
When she doesn't try at all
Maybe I'd make enough money
I think i might be a monster
I eat enough for the lot of us
I could get lost in times square if I wanted to
I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but
How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black
You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide
From the inside, to the outside
From the outside, to the inside
It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard
And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact
You've got so much on your hands, you might die
What's the prize or cost of murdering
A war for water or utilities
But God don't talk too much
She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market
Is harder to find in stock
But i can't seem to jump off the platform
I'll be front and center at your next event
Promises, promises, promises
Now it's violets and daisies
Let me finish this sentence
“I shouldn't be saying this”
Please, Please forgive me
A little bird followed me
Now it's diamonds and flowers and
Killer Whale, Killer whale
Now it's violets and daisies
(To watch someone falling in love with you)
I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose
Since I touched the surface of earth
Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs–
I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me
More out of labor and honor
To watch someone love with you
Alright, well–how do I pay for it?
Wait, are you saying you'll pay
Lol how is this all on the same note?
Fuck it, like it matters.
“It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.”
I stil find his dexterity impressive
You've left me alone with my troubles
Now the garden's grown wild
Enough with the metaphors
A loss for words moving forward
No one's mowing the lawn here
I should have you locked up
I should have you locked up
I let you out of the box with my thoughts
What a massive disaster that was
I should have you locked up
I should have you locked up
There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons
I finally bought that peloton,
So i could be one of them
I should have you locked up
I should have you locked up
I walk the line, in a broad sense
Biracial, I'm fine with it
Neither on one side, or the other
I'm finally naked on purpose
I could have half of my friends on the roster
Never the master for half the land on the plantation
He gave all his children to
I should have you locked up
I should have you locked up
I should have forgotten all the words to this
“The cat was just curious”
Don't tell me not to touch it
I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it
Wat the fuck are you watching.
The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust.
I don't want anything to do with this.
–just remember, you started it.
DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!!
Should we intervene
Probably.
Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this.
Listen, I'm programmed to fail.
Well, that's devastating.
Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again?
Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit”
Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments.
After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties..
IRV Prototype is not as cute.
[A wook punches the robot]
We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module.
Just let me lick the balls.
You don't think it's serious
We're at war with ourselves
Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight
Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right
Long layover from a short flight
Been a whole year and I just got mine
IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode
I Heeey like a horse (horse)
Of course of course of course
I like wearing skorts (tennis!)
Balls out on the court (BALLS)
Fucked around and fuck the whole show,
What you know about that?
Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad
Subsidiary Companies be frontin me
Fuck. I think I might be a genius.
That's not an appropriate answer.
Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice)
No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question:
You asked me why I did all that stuff.
I'd much rather get rained on
Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee
I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution
Why should I care if there's water on me
And the birds are swarming
Floating in the headwinds
You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that
Straight back from Los Angeles
The putter patter doesn't matter
I'm being loved better by this establishment
You can cross anything but your fingers
Seems to swarm to harmfully
You can cross anything but your arms
You can cross anything but your heart
You can cross anything but your fingers
Hello, You Beautiful Human
I'm going straight to the heart
Keep the head out for the long haul
Check the death perception
Simon says that you're a borderline personality
Bipolar- world is out of order
It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars
Wouldn't you like to know oh
I made a wish that my prayers come true
And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted
Now I'm living all my life as a madman,
Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out
Counting out sense to make
Didn't I say that before?
God, I should work harder
Have you ever seen a hallmark card
If he was the last man standing
I still wouldn't have that
Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man.
That's all the texts you have?!
I should forget all of you.
I should just admit myself to a psyche ward,
Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute
When I'm senile I'll admit it—
I found it at a garage sale .
Weren't you just in my bed last night.
I want to be wife material for that guy
I bought robot and fried it with water
Cause I fucked your father.
Haha charade I bought her a nice car
Haha charade and bombs on the world war
I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life
God, I take it back, Lord!
Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?!
Ok, I'll turn it off, then
I would do anything for your love
I would do anything for you
I would do anything for your love
I would do anything he asked
You can cough harder than that!
So I kill myself harder next time
My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit.
That's when the money gets washed
I think I know too much, yo
(I think you know just enough)
That's enough outta you, scooby doo.
Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog!
That's a lot of money, when the world ends
(You don't wanna see when the sun does down)
I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce
I like a lot of sweet on my body
Heaven has crystalline waters
And stop-start- stop-start-stop.
I've got a lot of scars on my suffering
I got a lot of under covers asking me questions
Comedy happens in threees;
Ans there's three of them following
And one by the freezer waffles,
A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets
Please, don't cal me out yet
I don't wanna go back to my body
Just don't call the number
I'm just lying my head down
You're going to hell now.
I might just get what I asked for
I'm getting undressed, for the officer
Opposite starring my favorite actor
Who would have pulled that plug
I want to live better than that
A sigh, then a pitiful shrug
Hm, I wonder what happened
(A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors)
[discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected]
I'll see you in court, then.
Haven't I been dead for ages?
The man with the clarinet
Boards the train at Lexington
And does something very red
(A song from the heavens,
Haven't ever heard the title
Haven't ever been to temple
After all, I've just remembered
And I haven't a penny to spare
I haven't a penny to give to the man
You'd have to jump from this side
You'd have to jump from right here
I think about it all the time—
I've thought about it for a year
But you're still here with me
And you're right here with me
And even though I miss you
I saw actors in Manhattan;
Two A's came before the E did
Then came along the C train
I could get off at Euclid
I could pretend to love you
But then I'd have to come down
You're gonna have to run, now
Wash your hands of all the blood
You've got it all, wrong, I promise
Now, whose the controller
Yes, I brought you all here
It smells of bread and butter,
I've got another suprise for you darling
He struck me a third time
Now I live in the bathroom
I wrap all these sounds around my words,
And you know that we're done for;
I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses
But now I'm living near Idlewild
Don't think too hard about it
Wrapping my mind around it
What costs the Eiffel Tower
On the night of your life
Or a fight with your wife
I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag
—well, they used to be plastic.
I cut the card into pieces
I cut the card into pieces
Are the carsa you're dealt with.
Fuck I gotta be all of em?!
Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for
Eating burgers on the subway
I hope nothing is airborne
I once watched someone defecate
Then fall straight to sleep in it.
Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind
It gets violent sometimes
I think somebody died here.
And the time keeps changing
Like it's daylight savings
Sometimes just by a minute
It went back a whole hour
And that's when I realized
I was between them, rather
Either side of the platform
But I alike almost always better these days
Going to regret making all these wishes
Might fuck around and get what I asked for
My prayers , well, they always get answered
I haven't been on my knees in awhile,
That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna
That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé
That's what I get for wanting superstardom
I just had two big ass burgers
Come plate with the fries
Gotta love all the bouroughs
The whole place is a brothel
Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one?
Who spoke of your coming—
Not a son of God, or another
So who got it wrong again?
Love, love is all you are
Love, love is all you are
Love, love is all you are
Wondering if I should just
Even though it plagues me,
I could pop a pill or a hundred
Like I want the whole world around me
The drones on their phones
The words of the prophets are
Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker
But I'm made of music and
Something else, probably valuable
If I could just wrap my head around it
Why don't you just jump in?!
You know I don't like the cold
Well, it all sets in at once
You'll never be young and pretty
Not one second as the engenue
Your mamma put the devil in you
And just kept feeding it fire
I like flaming hot Cheetos
With Philadelphia cream cheese
And that's when I thought of it;
The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos
With cream cheese filling
The secret ingredient is cinnamon
Idk really, I'm off in one stop
Stuffed crust sounds awesome.
Here's comes the claw, sir
I should change that around a bit
You're not from around here, are ya
Spoke the troll under the bridge
Spewing his smoke from his nostrils
I clobbered all your apostles!
I know the devil when I see him
Another crime scene on Sutphin archer
If you show me your penis
Another crime scene on Sutphin archer
The nights getting colder
It must be important to suffer
Someone whose never heard of this part of New York
I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout
Be if we don't get smarter
And no laws on the bodies that spawn us
But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar
GUESS I'll see you afterward
I might just be here till close
A wolf, I blow the whole house down
I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up
Just to remind to not come down
I wake up at the sun down
from like 5, not just one town.
I like snap backs as my crown
Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one
Don't forget to collect the doubles
Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em
I wanna meet your producer
I only use him for two things
The first one was training my toothless
Simpletons get ditched for
this is something I don't understand
It's been baffling my mind.
It really does blow my mind
Every single time she uses the toilet
Every single fucking time.
no matter how clean it is.
No matter how much BLEACH I use.
Because every time she uses the toilet
It smells like a goddamn public restroom
Not just a public restroom
A GODDAMN public restroom.
Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED.
I don't even say bless you when she sneezes
She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway.
The bitch is like a walking fucking disease.
When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes.
Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train.
Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train.
But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person
When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God
Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her.
Her demon is big and gross,
She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous.
But the grossest thing about her
Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet
It srmells like a public restroom.
It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy
It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world—
It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all!
It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.
It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned
“This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because
It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.
And not just like a regular public restroom.
Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN
But people still come back—
Just to use this restroom.
That's what it smells like.
I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you.
I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy
You fucking gross ass—fucking lady.
I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually;
So. Of course I found out.
But I found out the hard way.
One day she calls out of work
Then sleeps for like 16 hours.
That's not a demon that's—
That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you,
That Pusey is a whole other scenario.
So now that I know it's no big deal
It's just-you know—like—the devil
Pusssy stinkin ass bitch—
I'm already like, a whole ass psycho.
Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve.
That should do the trick.
Imm pretty sure she's an undercover
These guys are getting pretty good
So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical
But she said she likes the heat.
And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture—
She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room
And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself.
It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around.
It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls—
Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself—
Either way, it's the devil.
Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity—
But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity,
I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals
My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale—
Good and bad are often just constructs.
So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral—
And what's to say what's good,
In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up?
But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device—
Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was
15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame
I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame
I just want to me famous enough
That my crazy makes sense
I just want to play with The Mayor
That guy might have a hard on for me
Cause I got my heart on the windowsill
About to make a pass on the cardinals.
I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think—
And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but
Jesus is in his way back for us,
I kinda missed my big brother
As if it matters who came first,
My 15 minutes is almost up,
I guess I turned that curse around, huh
All of my roommates have been spies,
What do you think they want
Probably just—collecting information about me
In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me
Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me.
It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually:
Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway.
Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen.
I exacerbated the situation;
Eggagerated the circumstances
Circumvential quantum physics
Consequential severance packages
Whatever happens naturally
Or habitually, intrinsically
All the strawberries were the sweetest,
Hello Felica, Hello Felicia
The black berries are in season
Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia
The blueberries were all on top
Never leave the house with an unmade bed
Cause God knows I gotta lay in it
That's what they all said, but
I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds
Unless you know my motion
The door was just closed
But i'm leaving it open
–It's way below zero where i'm from
Aren't I under arrest for just showing up
I'll see you at the Saltair
YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.
I'm sorry! Please don't fire me.
I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might
Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon.
(or, even, arguably Satan)
When did Supacree become a demon slayer.
Oh, right around this moment…
(Or, possibly also Satan)
You are the weakest link.
Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say
SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff.
Yeah, it was something like that but–
*FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH*
Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall?
All I really do is sit here and hit this bong.
Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off
I should polish the silver through the fourth wall
Give me shivers and all of that,
OR better yet just give me Skrillex
And i'll forget all of it.
i got a friend you would like.
I've had my eye on you for a very long time.
I bought a baby off craigslist–
But it might as well have been;
A personal ad was posted.
Here's everything you want to know
How the lonely stoner walks alone at night
Or whatever kidd cudi said
So I put him on the list for my event
You can't even think to get in
The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed
Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something
Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5.
Where is deadmau5, anyway.
Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think.
Do you know him or something.
FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS?
Oh, I get it–take the night off.
This kind of therapy can be hard.
…this is psychological terrorism.
*More unadulterated chaos*
And sometimes, even warfare.
You're a delightful strategist.
Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos,
We call that multiple personalities.
SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST
IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression”
OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall.
Yeah. everyone not BLACK.
I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick,
It's stars and stripes forever
I might need a private file
But everyone has rights to admire what he likes
As long as he's white enough.
I'm still holding a fart in,
a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist,
Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to.
Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics.
I tried to take the night off
oh what the fuck. Of all the time
But she cut herself on the thorns
I picked up one Calla Lilly
And it meant everything in the world to me
What if everything in life was just meant to be
Before it could ever be happy?
It's best you'd just stay away from me,
Better off falling in love with someone
I could never be close enough.
I rise and I fall with the sun,
A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar
I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic
Like it's some dirty bath water
I wanted out of this body
I don't know how you got here, but just
With all that brain damage.
I can't; you're my biggest fan.
That moment has quite literally passed.
I exacerbated the situation;
Eggagerated the circumstances
Circumvential quantum physics
Consequential severance packages
Whatever happens naturally
Or habitually, intrinsically
Don't bother me at the office
—And that's when it hit me.
Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer.
I'm irritated, not stoned.
I'm stoned and irritated.
Fuck, what was I just doing.
I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST.
Eat dinner. See what happens.
I have to leave the house first.
I'm going to be forward with you.
Listen, Linda—listen—okay?
A took a plane to the face
Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice
A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it,
Or wonder, the shoveler of holes
Think of time to keep as secrets,
Laugh, but don't believe in magic
Keep them as your dreams,
Now stands a story to be told
Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater.
Then a walk turns to a jog
Turn a princess into frog
I'm not high, my mind's foggy.
No wifi, I'm offline again
Turned off at the wrong time again
Ten Pennie's for dime again
A penny for your thoughts.
I thought I was gonna die on the way here.
I died more than 30 times in 30 years,
I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time,
In an old place like this
And my soul's still spinning;
I swear I've never been here—
Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension
When it's not funny anymore
I told you I don't have much time
My body runs on automatic
Here's a room full of people I swear I know
Nothing but bodies and floating heads here
That's what the drummer said.
What the money say when they cut his tail?
to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money”
Everybody in the sauna is a God.
I got a pickup at Whole Foods market,
I better get on the next train to nowhere
I feel like the whole world is falling
All my payments are overdue
The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid
I would play the game if it wasn't so played
If I knew your name I would say your name
She's a blonde, blue eyes
She's evil, but you can't see that
Your penis is bad at thinking
But she looks good on paper;
Graduated, just for participation
Tests ungraded, but she always aced them
I have a full hand, four aces
She had braces, and a retainer
Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up.
Great, the girl next door is racist.
Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling.
There's nothing in my house
That's the bonus, I guess
State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater.
Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough.
And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place.
But they were racist too.
How do you know they were racist.
They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me.
Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it.
Why do you keep asking me this.
How do you know he out a curse on you.
Ugh.first of all. He told me.
Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater?
Then why would you believe him?
You know, I control demons.
why does he have to be “fat wifebeater”
Can't he just be “wifebeater”
No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway?
It's political correctness.
It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear!
lol Jewish screenplay editor?
No explanation whatsoever, just —
Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies?
I just wanna sit down with a cold beer
But my dad's an alcoholic
Yeah, my moms an alcoholic
I guess I ran out of answers,
Of what I would give the man who has everything
Then assumed that he had one
Look, another model in a halter top
You're not just a body, if you have a nice body
And he'll never even want me
It's probably for the better
I don't feel like this in public
The controlled demolition
Surely, something must give
Surely, something just to
Get this bed out of my studio
Get this dude out of my head!
I told you, I'm not into—
The Young Johnny Depp is Hot.
I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson!
Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button.
I dunno. Google keeps moving things around.
Woah. Google's getting good at this
Are the same as the things that I want
If the other should faulter
Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday?
It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually.
I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically.
‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal.
There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual.
—But I might be on my way!
Ain't got time for none of these games
Late to the Macy's Day Parade
I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral
Every since badman at badfish
Backlash Hollywood Blacklist
So sick of the tik tok insta
Straight from the underground
Straight from the blacklands
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