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Tell me why

The time

Is speeding up

Frequently, recently

Do you see me?

I see you in everything

Tell me why

(Tell me why)

All these places,

All these faces,

All these eyes—

Are mine,

This time, this time—

Sorry I'm Late

Shazam

You have a way,

Of making me hate, making me hate, hate

I have a way, of feeling ashamed

Feeling the same way, same shit, new day

Some things never change

These are the ways, we are made

(I was made to be famous)

These are the ways, we are made

(Here it is: now I don't even want it)

These are the ways, we are made

(I don't need you now, I'm feeling accomplished)

These are the ways, we are made

(I don't know how, but I'm sitting by the ocean—I've done this l)

I don't even trust him

But I don't trust myself;

If I left the oven on,

And left,

It shows I'm unhealthy…

I'm unhealthy, I guess,

But I have two jobs,

I don't even want,

But I gotta

(I don't even want, but I gotta)

This is the end, of the begging, or,

The beginning of the end;

I don't want new friends,

I just make my entrance, and end it

These are the places I've always been—

This is the place where I went,

Getting lifted at audiotistic

I still want to end it

“He's not even in this”

But then—he is, cause it's infinite

I don't know who he is,

But I don't even trust him,

I guess I don't trust myself—

If I took something off the shelf;

I needed it—

But it I put it back,

I just couldn't afford it;

Couldn't have stolen it—

I don't have the courage, or

I'm already being watched

(I'm always being watched, always being talked about—

It's awesome/ it's awful

It's awesome/ it's awful)

(I'm always being watched, always being talked about

It's awesome/it's awful,

It's awesome/ it's awful)

These are the ways, we are made

(I was made to be famous)

These are the ways, we are made

(Here it is: now I don't even want it)

These are the ways, we are made

(I don't need you now, I'm feeling accomplished)

These are the ways, we are made

(I don't know how, but I'm sitting by the ocean—I've done this l)

My podcast is something, but honestly I don't even want it

I don't wanna talk to either of them,

But honestly I'm lying,

Honestly, it only took a year after writing—

To start lying when I looked in people's eyes

For them to love me,

Or like me.

———

Sometimes, I take little white lines,

And turn them into time—

I'd rather be a penny than a dime

I'd rather give you pity than a thigh,

If I was white,

I'd probably finally date somebody that's my type—

What's he like?

I guess I got a bunch of questions

I guess I got a test, if so, I'm not guessin, or stressig

Guess I gotta keep on taking lessons, I'm regressing

I lost God somewhere sitting in LA traffic

Now I take a breath: I'm alive, I'm alive!

I said to someone, once—if you stop writing, then you die!

But when you die, you go to heaven,

So I guess that's where I'm headed

I stopped writing all the time,

Because “I want to live inside

And sleep at night,”

Amen

And,

If sleep is the cousin of death,

I wonder just how big the family is:

If sleep and death or cousins,

Are love and hate just twins—

Like is and it?

Shit.

It's this obsession again,

It can be pleasant, and then

It just isn't—like the business.

“Fuck the industry”

How I hate myself again,

I love this guy,

I love his friends

I love the beach

I love the world

But I'm a whale

I'm not a girl

It's horrible—

I'm in a holy war with The Applorables,

I guess I hold the Oracle—

But if it's worth a house key or a Ford when I'd let go of it,

You know?

I've been asking Jesus for a house key,

But he's busy

You make me feel out of my body;

You make me feel out of my mind—

You make me feel out of this world

I feel like we've run out of time

It does get worse, you know.

What is WORSE.

The fame.

Whatever that means.

It means, at some point, the money doesn't matter.

It does matter. Cause at the end of the day you can lock yourself into a nice shiny box with nobody else to fuck you over.

But it's still a box.

Yeah, your box.

I stay offline

Fuck these motherfuckers

My time is my time

So look how filthy rich I am

Suddenly, I was constantly surrounded by toxic masculinity—starting with Luke and culminating into an all out horrible revelation—the cost of being a female, surrounded by bad weaves, fake eyelashes, and acrylic nails, the hundreds of thousands of dollars women—especially women of color, impacted by white supremacy to the extreme of buying straightened hair, hiding the locks and curls of nature, because it was presumed ugly by the man-ruled society

I popped into the stop and shop

Like put your arms up,

It's a robbery

But all I wanted was some gum

And a safe deposit box to put it in!

What?

We all make bad decisions

Bad choices

But I haven't thought bad about you just yet

Even if you're just like them

You're just like them

Music with no words,

So I can't be reminded of the hurt

And how worthless I am

And how I don't deserve you

Just tunes with no lyrics, for me, please

It's easier to listen to nothing

Than to listen to “she”

And she needs you

More than I do

Jump off the Eiffel Tower,

Just to remind you

That I fly higher next lifetime,

My idol

Don't practice idolatry

I just sit beside you and write

Look up why Lisa Vanser pump is famous

Look up nyc bartending license course/ see if there's a free program

Firefighter trainer

Lol vanderpump rules

Personal trainer cert

Ugh what else can I do for money

Lol

You can have all of em

The Annie's

The Natalie's

The can have anybody's body

But want you temporarily

For the stardom

Or the money,

Then they're off and done with ya

And I'm still wondering what's wrong with me

Cause I always wanted ya

Regardless

You smell like palo santo and shame

So you know where I've been

Deadmau5 audio engineering tricks

Put a gate on the riser

And/or

Pan the risers

I have a billion guilty pleasures

From TMZ to deadmau5

From A-Z

It's getting loud

So let me out—let me out of here

Here's a weird thing that happens.

How come some dudes wait until you fall asleep to have sex with you?

That's weird, right?

Some would call that —

Whatever it's called.

But I call it weird as fuck.

Like—

You're gonna wait until i'm all the way asleep to fuck me?

Why not ask?

—when I'm conscious!

Obviously if I'm falling asleep around you, we probably spent the entire day together or whatever- now I'm tired, I want to go to sleep.

We can't exactly call that the “r” word.

Well, it is retarded.

But the other r-word nobody likes.

We can't exactly call it that, can we? Cause it's like

Maybe I wanted to have sex-

Before I went to sleep.

But now I'm asleep!

Unless we're like actually in a relationship don't do that shit to me!

I'm asleep now! Wtf.

If you're my husband or my actual boyfriend or whatever, sure.

Then it's hot.

But if it's like the first date, or we're just hanging out or cuddling or whatever—

Don't wait until I'm literally asleep,

And then jump on top of me.

No. You fuckin creeper. That is weird.

Can't call it rape though—

Cause then rapists get mad.

And nobody likes when rapists get mad.

They won't rape you.

They'll just raise the cost of living and call it inflation.

Hm.

They'll just—

Pass a new law that makes your life harder and call it “freedom” and “justice”

Lol.

Shhh. Shut up.

I'm not worried about anyone trying to kill me

I'm a black woman.

Everyone hates us.

Even US.

Other black women are so fucked up to black women.

Nobody's going to kill me.

I'm already dead.

Residual Skrillex-

The Skrillex leftover in your head after listening to Skrillex

Man, what the fuck day is it?

Right.

Does it matter?

Nah. Nothing matter.s.

Like, at all?

Like. At all.

I had never had such horrible baby fever in my life—even trying for my son, but perhaps it was because at least then I knew I could always have one. Now, divorced and without much direction at all of how to pull myself up from the bootstraps, even though somehow micraculously I had been given the opportunity

I'd rather lemon than lavender;

I'd rather be in here than out of here

Life's Been Weird.

I've been off the map since I got here.

Where's here?

Between somewhere and nowhere's

Right between aomething and nothing.

But if nothing is the opposite of something—

What's the opposite of everything.

Couldn't be “anything”

Anything is all of it.

All of it is everything.

So, what's the opposite of Everything?

Calculating…

I've been off the map for days

Not totally off the grid;

There can't be such a thing these days.

Especially in New York City

The Big Apple

Here's the thing about an apple so big—

Some parts are rotten.

To the core?

Maybe not.

But here's something:

V.O. GOD:

Hold that thought.

BUS DRIVER

LAST STOP!

A spell starts working the moment you decide to do it—

Much in the same sense, a book can be considered read if you've already decided to read it.

It was was more than just a dream,

I fiend, I fall for you

I come to grieve,

Believe me,

Evil seeks no need—

No things, no bleeding;

Clean;

Decline to eat

And cease to be,

At least a week

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-U.

Idol//Icon

I'm an idol

I'm an icon

Depending what planet you're on—

I'm a God

I wrote the whole plot

And it's just getting started

Haven't thought of the sea, since I parted it

I'm the whole rock that you're spinning on

Now, move among, Mohammed

I'm the reason for your Ramadan

I'm offline

I'm an idol, I'm an icon

Have you all on standby,

I'm an idol, I'm an icon

Have you standing in line

I'm an idol, I'm an icon

I get what I want

I'm an idol, I'm an icon

I'm a God

I don't think anything nessicarily

Unpredictable, even if it's all just

A simulated experience,

We captured it,

Encrypted it, the memories,

And every single event leading up to this

We reinvented it,

The existential simulation

Existence is just a reflection of

Perception's circumstance

The circumference of consciousness

Conception to the ever present

This is the revolution,

Prophesied and lived in

God's Camouflage

And Dillon's Daisies;

All the beautiful people in the world hate me—

But the true beautiful people are crazy

You see?

I feel it from the inside

Run, but can't hide

The American nightmare

Is plainly insight

If you open your eyes

Wide enough

Show me something undercover

Anothe God, maybe a lover

Perhaps a future, or a fire

Or a fountain, or a fighter

Right to bear arms,

You are the Army

I am the honor

And the armor

To penetrate with enragemenr

Engagementsx

Fulfillments

So fluid, the intuition

The truth and the beautified intentions

Revocations needed,

And Socrates repeated in genetics

Reptiles and mammals, insects

—And disrespected citizens in Radissions at Ramadan

—The Importanxe of Coffee

Spring is here,

And he is risen

Spring is here

We are Alive again

Spring is here,

And she has risen

Spring is here

We live again

Destructive forms of thought,

forums and collegium's

Foraging for wonders

Often said to be lost,

Or never throught of

Yet,

I seek to wonder

Seek to run

And seek to shatter alters

Fit the form of

All who also seek to know us

I don't know what day it is

I don't know what works we live in

I don't know to pray to Jesus

I just pray

That's all that he did

I don't know what I believe in

Know it's God, but God is different

Always represented “him”

But never represented women.

O'HARA'S BAR, MANHATTAN. NY

And I couldn't.l care less

Cause I'm not pressed for time,

You see—

It's all just lessons and guessin,

Depressed expressions of the greatest institution to ever have lived—

But the more that you get,

Than the more you should give

Okay,

If you say so

That's the way it is

That's the way it goes

But there's only God

And God only knows

The story you tell

Is just the story you told

What's the Golden Rule?

Where are the Golden Girls when you need them?

Hey, it's syndicated, so

Play replay it

Loose Change In my Pocket

So let's get to making it happen

Just remember

I'm the one that you're following

Let's just acknowledge the prophet

And prophesies

Blue eyes turn brown after time,

Don't you know

Blue eyes today,

Brown eyes tomorrow

Your time is over

The time is now, for now

There's no tomorrow

There's no tomorrow

Once you start the clock, you can't stop it

Don't stop to talk,

It's special operations

There we are, at God again

Acknowledge the prophet

The blacks are all homeless

And the white are all Godless—

Are we done yet

I'm at the One World

Are you gonna run yet?

What's there to run from—

You know where I come from?

Don't stop now

No,

Don't stop at all

Sure, if you say so

I'm going

Okay, go

So you know

And I know

It's all just a cycle of

SQUIRREL

aahhh, shit. I love squirrels.

Where the fuck are you going?

I don't know.

I suck at the map game.

DAMN.

Sentimental PTSD

Elemental equations and

Automatic admissions

Sonic samples and m

Illusions of freedom,

escape from the present,

And turn off your Bluetooth

Listen.

Huh, what happened.

A lot, apparently.

Aparate.

Goddamnit, where is she.

Who has the records on this.

Believe me, someone.

God is real as fuck.

Okay. What am I looking at.

What are you waiting for

2)343

Where the fuck is Skrillex?

I don't think that's what this is about.

I told you he was the feds.

What the fuck happened?

You know, we left all this here before;

That's what allows this to continue happening.

The elemental differences is,

The rememberance of the residual memory which was given to you, implanted in your genetics so that you may undo what continues to be done, and so dissallows evolution and ascension of your entity's existence.

What the fuck is that

Idk it's Ramadan

Very strange day to visit the World Trade Center

No, it isn't.

I got up at exactly 9:11 with no plans for the day whatsoever, and an urgency to leave my quarters, however—the urge to clean and organize before doing so was even greater, and so, without much haste, I spent my morning bettering my surroundings, which were, at best, depressing—but much better than before, and even though I preferred Brooklyn or of course Manhattan, I now new how to easily access most of New York without needing too many directions; and so navigating the city off the grid and offline has become possible, and also necessary.

You know, some say you're the messiah.

Oh yeah? What else do they say?

Depends on who “they” is.

It's all me.

Everything is you.

I said that.

I had become quite skillful of staying out of people's way, and in enough time would come to create my own. I had to entrust that I was no one particularly special, and yet, it did however seem I had captured the interests of someone who didn't quite care to remain as unseen as unknown. I could only hoped that the pursuants would become a little better at allowing me to know I was being watched and followed—and while I was under the impression that it no longer matter how or if I lived or died, my apathy became a launchpad for the

I love m&ms!

That's millions and millions

Nevermind my billions;

Save it for the buildings

All of a sudden, the entire locker room was pitch black—as I stepped out of the showers, turning my flashlight so that I could make may way through the m unfamiliar terriftory, an all too familiar sound rang out from what at first I thought might be my headphones, but soon realized, as I had left my headphones to charge, that it was actually coming from the overhead speakers

Time & Music, Sense Memory and Time Travel—The Synethetic Continuum

That's my thesis?!

That's your thesis.

Stop?

Stand nonchalantly

Go tube what you've got

Oh

You're in for it now,

Hear the drums of the summoners

Come, come one now

Come all, if you wanna

Jump off somethin high up

And you land right on us

Yeah right

Try it, I'll bet me last dollar on it

God, I gotta stop shopping at the Whole Foods market

On Wall Street

They all saw me coming

Fuck it

{Enter The Multiverse}

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It doesn't make any sense to be hammering directly over my head in the same spot for two weeks.

There's nothing fucking left to hammer.

At this point ‘ 100 % certain it's just more psychological fucking warfare—

My new roommate is fucking evil and psychotic—

The look in her eyes says she's being possessed by some other dark force, the disgusting, hanging belly fat sinking below her waistline a mark of the devil himself.

Stil, by no maneuverable—my life is expendable, simply just another fucking number; that being said, nobody much cares if I live or die, but the rest of this shamanic curse is said to be that I slit my wrists and kill myself—better that than anyone finding out that my psychology was built aimply through trauma—pahycologicsl and physical abuse which I suffered from birth and until death—a hell which should be reserved for evil people—but it is the evil people's world, and I only pretend to live in it.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.