That's weird, right?

Now look into the light—

It's a photo op

Bright lights

Sitting up top

With your eyes on shine

I got one on my right,

Then I left in the night

That's was not

A complete thought.

Excuse me for a moment

Excuse me for a time

I just had my mind right

Then I forgot all my lines

In the little white lies

And the little white lines

Seriously, I just had it

Seriously, a clean bandit.

Get away driver, black bandana

Manhattan back to the blacklands

Back to the black

Back from the dead

Like that

With the snap

Of my hands

(Don't put the claps in,

Not quite yet

Don't put the hats in,

Not quite yet

Take all the bass out

Under the bed

I like guys in micro shorts

And surfboards

Classic cars

And

Boys from mars

I meant guys;

No time for boys

Now I'm all grown up, though

Everything looks like toys

I'm like, 5

Put a little honey in the bee hive

I like em real skinny

I like em tattooed

I'm never not in the mood

And the older I get—

I just…

Really like dudes

In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time

Shit.

[The counter attack

Mover the counter attack

Over the hill and into your memory

Simple the end of the template

For temple, stuff from resentment

Impractical actually contracted

False flagged, black balled and gagged

Black box, canticles

Catnip for facts,

Obstacles,

Abstract acid fasts

Fantastic, fur tan lines

And so futuristic for fans

Scripted, this entry is

Limited, click bait resentments

Jesus is—

Fanstastic, actually

Magic tricks vs imagination

Instagram, leave it to the

—Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

THIS IS A WHATTHEFUCK.

WTF.

And this —

[Tina Fey, but cuter]

TINA FEY

(actual)

What does that mean??

is a whatever.

*|*

[whatever.]

Ugh, this is gonna take forever-

Lights up on Washington Heights

Up at the break of day

I wake up

—and it must be a different day

Cause I'm above in the Bronx

It fuckin sucks

I got a lot to discuss

Hop on this bus

Down on my luck

In uptown

Los Angrle's time's up

I'm square now

You scared now?

Fire like

Smoky the bear now

Smoked salmon,

Damn I'm sweating my hair out

Scary out there, scout!

Order of the Phoenix

Is out of order now

So sort out the books

For storyboard albums

It's occult clsssic

Without all the

Bells and whistles

Silence a pistol

To spit thru your window

To split you

Sentimental

It's just a mental indiscretion

Judas escariot

Scary isn't it

Monsters and fairytale business

Many mouses

And Minnie ripperton

Sympathies, really

For mentioning

It's just

My attention

Is

Getting

Shorter

Than

These sentences

Or Skrillex is

Haha

The methods were devious?

Me?

Made enemy out of man

But is envious of

I genius indegenous intentions

With this sacraments

Exactly what it isn't:

Sacrificial

ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'

omg . where's he from.

aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis

I'm leaving now..

Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***

Ugh.

“I _ NY”

Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—

EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which

MEANWHILE,

Ugh.

Farro.

…Your Majesty.

I need help.

Don't burden me with your woes.

I beg your pardon?

No, don't beg.

—and we're back!

Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!

Come on! What's my name?

Zoolander!

No, my actual name—

ZOOLANDER.

—-

Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.

What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!

*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—

Ahem.

Not this much.

Don't check the—

ILLUMINA—

Fuck that

My phone makes calls with the

Cellular turned off now

How about that

Damn

You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.

*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.

*sipping liquor* she is evil.

“My Imaginary Friend”

In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time

Shit.

The counter attack

Mover the counter attack

Over the hill and into your memory

Simple the end of the template

For temple, stuff from resentment

Impractical actually contracted

False flagged, black balled and gagged

Black box, canticles

Catnip for facts,

Obstacles,

Abstract acid fasts

Fantastic, fur tan lines

And so futuristic for fans

Scripted, this entry is

Limited, click bait resentments

Jesus is—

Fanstastic, actually

Magic tricks vs imagination

Instagram, leave it to the

{Enter The Multiverse}

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

I don't want to let you go

But have got not much left to hold on to

You know

Everything all goes purple

Before it goes dark

And the lights turn off

I wish I was lying–

That i didn't notice it

But all the colors,

Just blur into purple

In a whirlwind

As the world ends

And it's all gone

Don't stop now,

It's only three o clock in the morning

Fuck,

What have I done with my hour?

Only a lifetime ago it was two,

(and I still don't remember what I was writing)

A soffelego to soften your ego

As if that's possible

Soft, or hardboiled

Not that it matters

I've got to push my way past this,

I've got to

Find my way into Manhattan

The lower parts–

Cause God knows the upper is

Something like this

Matter of fact

Where's my ticket

I'm just going back to the backend

Back to the blacklist

My writing is getting repetitive
Stuck in a sorry cycle

Like every other artist

If I was whiter

I'd have worked hard enough already

For an Emmy

Or an Oscar

Save the Grammy for last,

Might as well make it post mortem

I earned me a Tony already

I promise, youve already heart it.

Fuck, all I want is some chocalate

Leave it to her to go low carb

As autumn falls

Turns out,

He's quite the doctor

Turns out, there's ever after

Turns out,

You never practiced

But rather perfect,

All the better

Now rehearsal,

Then another

Now the curtain's bound to open

Sooner or later

Sooner or later

Sooner or later

SUNNI! YOu bought ANOTHER football team.

Not a football team. The Cowboys.

Another football team, goddammit Sunni.

Mogie

Morgan.

The Dallas Cowboys are not now and nor have never been a football team.

Some would beg to differ.

They can beg all they want.

It's an expression.

FUCK THE COWBOYS.

WHAT.

You heard me.

But didn't you just buy the–

YES.

[Later]

ESPN REPORT COWBOYS 0-3

SUNNI BLU, now the owner of the cowboys is interviewed on the cowboys losing streak.

[ON LIVE TV]

SUNNI BLU

F__K THE COWBOYS.

[LATER]

FUCK THE COWBOYS.

Uh–

I hate the cowboys so much I bought the team!

What.

Then i traded all my best players– for sucky players.

Um…

Like, extremely sucky!

You what.

That guy wasn't even drafted. I met him at Staples. He never evenseen a football!

Why were you at staples!

MY PRINTER BROKE. FUCK THE COWBOYS.

Wow.

I hate the cowboys so mu—

It doesn't end badly;

The definition of amicable, actually

Exceptionally pleasant

(By comparison, especially)

JENNIFER ANISATAN

Eat another cookie, see what happens.

*attempts*

Jennifer Anniston quickly slaps the cookie from out of her hand.

Aw.

I SAID NO.

…Aw.

[beat]

*Reaches for potato chips*

Jennifer Anniston swiftly intercepts and violently destroys the bag of potato chips.

MADONNA enters.

[beat]

MADONNA

Oh, what; you're not going to vacuum them up with your mouth?

JENNIFER ANNISTON

You would think.

*defeated*

[beat]

*reaches for water*

MADONNA and JENNIFER ANNISTON both equally intercept.

It's just water!

Now you want water?

Yes!

JENNIFER ANNISTON crosses to the sink, fills up the toothbrush cup with sink water and sets it down on the table; Madonna crosses across the room with the water.

There. Drink up.

What! C'mon.

The smart water is for superstars only.

I'm a superstar!

Ah

No.

You said that.

That was two cookies ago.

MADONNA

TWO cookies?

JEnnifer Anniston nods

MADONNA

You should be ashamed of yourself.

JENNIFER ANNISTON

You should be purging, if you ask me.

MADONNA

Pathetic. You'd be lucky to even see the D list.

Better than the guestlist!

*Exaggerated Gasp*

NO.

Now clean this mess up and get ready for the gym!

I just got back from the gym

GET READY FOR THE GYM.

…I miss Beyonce.

CUT TO

[ Flashback From Previous Season}

[Beyonce Being Beyonce. ]

UGH.

CUT BACK TO PRESENT

…a lot.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

All around me,

The worlds dissolving

Alone, not lonely

The doors revolving

The empire falls,

Autumn is falling,

The world is a stage, but

I didn't have one cent, not a penny

To give him,

The player

A puppet on a string I was, but

I didn't have ine cent, not a penny

It didn't make sense

But nothing ever did, man

Stuck in Manhattan just

Wearing a rotten as hat

And if God was a dancer,

I'd ask for his hand, I've been

Stuck in Manhattan

The man in the hat said

,

If god was a dancer, I'd ask for her hand

But I haven't been asked such a question

I had not a cent, not a penny to give him

No money for rent,

And no food to eat either

Been stuck in Manhattan, and

Can't find the answer

If god was a dancer

Then I should just dance, then

As long as forever lasts,

There soon comes another day

Look, here we are again

I don't even know your name

Future folds into past,

Somber I walk away,

Never intend to fast,

Here I intend to stay

Calmly

Walking

Across Central Park,

In the fall, we

All adore a

Good story

Holy,

I could get bored here

SUPACREE finally picks up JOHN LENNON on the HEAVENBOUND HIGHWAY TO HELL, albeit, by accident.

JOHN LENNON

Fucking—finally—Christs's sake!

He's not coming.

What took you so long?!

I got here completely by mistake.

What a coincidence—so did I.

There are no coincidences, John Lennon.

Newtton Jÿré, a well-known (and often, highly despised) magician and merchant, highly skilled and knowledgeable in the arts of sorcery, crafting, spells and hexes, potions, and other forms of Non-Bianary Magic, or rather–magic that is inherited genetically, and assumed to be used only for recreation, entertainment, or experimentation within the Inner Realms;

However, “Sir Jÿré”, as he is sometimes called, as he claims to have once been Knighted–a claim to which no other can officially confirm, as Jÿre's most recent incarnation is at least–though, “no one's counted”, including himself, seeming to have lost track of the thousands of eons he has lived–However, quite crucially to the series–he is an avid lover and celebrator of Birthdays, and boastfully speaks with pride that he is on the brink of having lived “nearly an eternity” to which, though his crippled and hunched body and aging skin notates his aggressive aging, he–and the soul he carries, respectively, are actually much younger than either C'esme't, or Petrutheio, eye witness to both of their re-births in his own youth. Though often teased and disrespected, he touts a humble and youthful spirit–unless involuntarily summoned, or otherwise disturbed or agitated.

Damn.

I just…came down to warm up some soup.

Goddamn!

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

San Diego story

THIS IS A WHATTHEFUCK.

WTF.

And this —

[Tina Fey, but cuter]

TINA FEY

(actual)

What does that mean??

is a whatever.

*|*

[whatever.]

Ugh, this is gonna take forever-

Lights up on Washington Heights

Up at the break of day

I wake up

—and it must be a different day

Cause I'm above in the Bronx

It fuckin sucks

I got a lot to discuss

Hop on this bus

Down on my luck

In uptown

Los Angrle's time's up

I'm square now

You scared now?

Fire like

Smoky the bear now

Smoked salmon,

Damn I'm sweating my hair out

Scary out there, scout!

Order of the Phoenix

Is out of order now

So sort out the books

For storyboard albums

It's occult clsssic

Without all the

Bells and whistles

Silence a pistol

To spit thru your window

To split you

Sentimental

It's just a mental indiscretion

Judas escariot

Scary isn't it

Monsters and fairytale business

Many mouses

And Minnie ripperton

Sympathies, really

For mentioning

It's just

My attention

Is

Getting

Shorter

Than

These sentences

Or Skrillex is

Haha

The methods were devious?

Me?

Made enemy out of man

But is envious of

I genius indegenous intentions

With this sacraments

Exactly what it isn't:

Sacrificial

ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'

omg . where's he from.

aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis

I'm leaving now..

Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***

Ugh.

“I _ NY”

Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—

EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which

MEANWHILE,

Ugh.

Farro.

…Your Majesty.

I need help.

Don't burden me with your woes.

I beg your pardon?

No, don't beg.

—and we're back!

Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!

Come on! What's my name?

Zoolander!

No, my actual name—

ZOOLANDER.

—-

Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.

What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!

*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—

Ahem.

Not this much.

Don't check the—

ILLUMINA—

Fuck that

My phone makes calls with the

Cellular turned off now

How about that

Damn

You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.

*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.

*sipping liquor* she is evil.

“My Imaginary Friend”

In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time

Shit.

The counter attack

Mover the counter attack

Over the hill and into your memory

Simple the end of the template

For temple, stuff from resentment

Impractical actually contracted

False flagged, black balled and gagged

Black box, canticles

Catnip for facts,

Obstacles,

Abstract acid fasts

Fantastic, fur tan lines

And so futuristic for fans

Scripted, this entry is

Limited, click bait resentments

Jesus is—

Fanstastic, actually

Magic tricks vs imagination

Instagram, leave it to the

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

I gotta fire to set tonight

I got a bone to pick with you

It's teacher teacher talking through the

Many mouths of man

How could I never be

Or see through you

No, nevermind,

This is waking life

You only love me whe I'm sleeping

No I don't feel wrong at all

Light the candle

I'm not Illuminati

Don't we all have our rituals

And gods that we pray to

I see

See, the idea with fame is it follows you everywhere

And there they were, and there they went.

From Heaven sent

There was a love so sweet and kind

That each time they were to pass one another,

Sweeping and swooning would not want

Why do you always do this?!

I mean—

HYPERFUNCTIONAL.

Yeah, I know it—

IMMUNE TO It.

Not immune; just tolerant.

What is—

[hit in face with glowing pin]

Is.

Now, where was I?

Where I wasn't.

Where was t I?

Fuck yeah, festival.

Festival peoplerts.

Myeeess.

Let me on the decks. Sir!

Do you think you are ready for this?

I AM READY.

She not ready.

IM READY.

Fuckity

FUXK IT LETS GO

It got out of control, I'm sorry

Yes it did

See.

This is sauce.

Oh my goodness my

This is a mess

Yes

Olay DJ!!!

Alrighty then , sirz

Jesús Christ, finally.

Yeah, it's you.

We know you're here.

Fuckin aaaayyee!

All's my life I hat ti fight!!!

You've been acknowledged.

Here it goes

Some more DJ Smoke

In the DJ booth

And a DJ song

It's a D

{Enter The Multiverse}

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

I ain't mad at nobody, man

Perhaps the infinite sadness

Is just a chance to put my mask up

A glance into the sun makes me think

I'm the only one

Then, we all stop and gawk a the chalk,

Or let's talk about it,

This is how it is in Manhattan,

If you happen to have Instagram

Damn, what happened;

A phantom, this grandson

“Lets have something for the fans, perchance;

Laugh, sit your ass in this grass and just—

Have some fun, before you come back to

Now, I've forgotten what I came for—

If I came for nothing,

But I came for something, I thought

I'm two trains from Manhattan

::pause—

You did this with your music.

Damn.

This really made you famous?

Damn—-

Is it the same god we pray to?

Damn—

So everyone's in pain, too?

Well, thank you

Words are my art,

So let me paint you

And maybe one day,

I can make a breakthrough

And not hate you

For making it before me,

But I ain't you

I'm just a crazy lady

Making bass tunes

(Fuck it, I forgot I was at work, too)

—I make music.

Amusing

Woah, my bad, I forgot my manners

I'm rude

Sitting in the grass, just trying not to have an attitude

Last semester of fame school,

Guess this is the aptitude test

Gotta get it off my chest

It's heavy, like imm getting arrested

Man, fuck New York for this exact reason:

WHERE THE FUCK AM I AT?

[a bike cart rolls by playing the song “New York” ]

Very funny, God.

But God does have a sense of humor, doesn't it?

Or rather, don't they.

Then we kiss at the cathedral

Forgive this unlimited revision

Like a splitter in the center of my mind's eye

Who summoned the suburban Jimmy Fallon;

Ah, at last we have:

An actor, and a masterpiece

Imagined as the past starts throwing tantrums at us.

Fuck you, Dillon Francis

That's all I got. For now

That, an half a watermelon,

A sad Amethyst and a disinterest in empathy

Or the internet, for starters, God

It's laundry day

Al that for $10 and

The coffee'swearing off

I should get this tattoo removed

Like a mirror, looking into you

To speak the truth, I see through you

Nothing to do now but

Screw you—-

If we're keeping it G-rated

Yep, I hate you

Humbly, I'm just a fan

Gathered in the park, all for your honor

And not Time's square

Cause who goes there anymore, anyway

Beware, the sacred master

Silver spoon and tales of

Who the fuck cares

Miss,

Hand me another corona

Quick, before the song is over

And I start just feeling sorry for myself

Whoever I am

Nothing ever hurts as bad as

Trying just to love, but can't

Your skin is white—

And mine is black

But I think we feel the same

Extr me decadence dance A&M

God knows I love a good rockstar

But I didn't know that who you were

Or who you are

Can't trust you as far as I could throw you

And I bet I could throw pretty far

Vixen- edge of a broken heart

I'm a broken car

It's a broken art

In a broken world

I'm a broken fart

—with reverb.

I had an amethyst in my right hand, and

The police man thought it was a gun

That's funny, huh

I thought

“I'll run up to him for a hug, drunkenly— “

Screaming,

“Put your hands up,

Fuck the 50

50-51!”

With any luck,

He's corrupt enough

And I'm finally done

With all the suffering

I don't need a gun

I don't even want one;

They'll do it all for me

Just pick the right one

I had an amerhyst in my right hand. /‘s

The police man thought it was a gun

That's funny, huh

No one runs the government

{Enter The Multiverse}

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-Ū.

Finally, just about time

Early for once,

Not right on time, but

I am what I an

I am truth, I am light

I'm confused

Here's a noose—do you know how to tie it?

Life, life life

Goes by, and by

In my eyes,

You and I

We are the same,

We are the same

Different bodies,

Different names—

Perhaps, we came in different ways

But in my eyes, my love

You are I,

And we, we are the same

Nothing ever changes

Life is crazy,

Hey yeah

Same city, different day

Right time, wrong place

Don't hate me;

Hey, yeah

Nobody can save me,

Just as likely.

The challenge: 7 minutes

What can I do in 7 minutes?

Maybe a little bit of this.

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

What is this riddle?

You play the banjo,

I'll play second fiddle—

It is what it is,

It gets interesting, this

I don't know where I live

But I'm fighting against

The tide

I died again

So violently,

So high over my head

People just laugh in the distance

This is just business, miss

My standard to live is just

Cleanliness is close to Godliness

I've been a mess since…

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

I'll be Bach—

And you be Beethoven

Woah, who is this how with

Somebody i used to know,

But I guess she's chosen

Oh,

I'm an old soul

Go where I go, till there's nowhere

I got no hair,

Low tide,

No fair

Let's not go there

Yo, hello there

Are you aware of me?

I guess you're scared of me,

No?

That's below the belt

I'm so hot I melted,

Hell is cold so know I've felt it

Smelt it, dealt it

Delta, helpless

Whelp—

At least I can finally rest after this

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

—-

I should probably get to the gym,

Damn

Now I don't feel so bad,

It's cold as Alaska,

I can't stand it

I can't go back

I can't fight a man—

Well I guess I can,

If he's magic

Tragedy struck

What the fuck was that shit

Got an excuse for my madness

It's tragedy

Guess I traded all that

For talent

Guess that's a wrap

Not a sandwich

Blacklisted

I showed up in a tent

Said

“This is the resistance!”

I'm fit, but with all this loose skin,

I'm just useless

My next of kin, could use this

Can't jump from the roof,

Full of juice—

This is music

Who are you to tell me

I'm not BLU

And I'm useless

Do you assume this unusual hue is

Illusion— of fully in bloom

I can't argue with you;

I am not in the proper position

Consult your physician, who isn't a person—

But likely an algorithm,

I programmed just to tell you

To yell out all of my demons

Just so I could write this

So that was the reason

For this, and this, and that then

Wanna go back to my family,

Can't, I've been captured

I guess I'm probably a rapper

What about that

But I hate being black

And black people hate me for that

“Fuckin savages”

This land is your land

But my land is half of it,

Man this is random,

I haven't—

Wait, has it been 7 minutes?

I think it's been past it,

Call me a trash can again—

I'll shift into it!

I got the nightshift

Something ain't right, it's

Something bout somebody wasting my time

But I like it

I ain't got nothing better to do than write,

And dislike myself,

So I guess it's a better distraction

Than Skrillex or Dillon Francis,

At least for a minute,

Or, like 7.

I might get paid for this,

I might get laid in a last minute decision

To swipe right on tinder—

Oh wait, does this count as a split shift?

I just clocked in, but my boss is lost in a spaceship,

Look at my face—

Oh, wait, you can't

Cause I planted the planet with masks

Just to get all your ancestors dancing—

Oh wow,

I'm Pasquale again.

How.

The fuck.

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With the flip of the hair

And I swear

You were just right there

Negative.

Fuck, dude. Would you get out of my head.

You're in my head.

I highly doubt that.

What's to doubt.

I hate you.

Good. I hate myself too.

Maybe if we both hate me hard enough I'll just die.

Just die already.

I'm trying to.

Not hard enough.

Excuse me while I stare into space trying to stretch this shit out thinking about getting my nuts poinded in.

Wow.

I jnowX

LET ME OUT OF HERE.

No, Dragon. You stay out!

[FIRE ON EVERYTHING]

Mu said stay put.

I had never heard [The Welcome Wagon] quite like this before; and while everything that I said in it was true.

What'd she say

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Oh. Shit.

We should go get her.

Yeah dude.

She sounds PISSED.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHGHHHHHHHH

maybe we should wait.

Yeah, dude, maybe.

AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH

No, we should go.

We should go:

Let's go now.

Perhaps it was the long day in Manhattan that did it—

WHAT THe fuck.

And it has been, a very long day in Manhattan— but it was well deserved, and well overdue, and right at the end of a long and malnutritious month; it had almost not been fair—an entire month at Equinox, and yet I had t the money to eat at all what I wanted or what I needed for optimum energy. It wasn't fair at all, actually—the long ride to and from queens was enough of the day in itself that I hadn't much to do in between but decompress— and there was so much to decompress.

God, look at that body—

WHAT A DISGRACE

“You must go this gracefully”,

Someone else says,

But I've made a mistake,

My dear maiden

Meditating, on a slave ship

I'm not taking medication,

But

I'm in Manhattan

A manic magnetic algorithm,

Perhaps I've taken it too far—

Therefore;

Who cares

That's not what I'm here for

Hello,

Where art thou

Why fear for your life, or—

I needed to cry but—

I don't see no dance floor,

Except for

Grand central

Gosh,

I heard there was a party here once

What happened, Manhattan—

You mad at me?

Madame—

How dare you!

I tent to me a miss or ms.

But nevrr madame, master,

Maybe mammy or mommy perhaps

But never that!

Manhattan

A manic magnetic algorithm

Stand still

See what happens

Oh, I'm in shackles!

Lord, let me out of here!

Oh, he can't take it!

He can't get [enough of me]

I can't get enough

Love won me over

Where are ya?

Over here!

God,

I just want a.

I just wanted a hug, but

I'm off of it,

Now I want all of ‘em

Love won me over

God,

Let me out of here

Masturbation is mandatory in the morning, mama

Don't you know that?

You're full of it—

Full of what

Full of water

Full of love

Full of lust

Full of misery

“And it's all for me!”

He says, but who is “he”?

He could be anybody—

Doubtable

Your highness!

Lord of Honor.

Humble me so.

I just have.

My sweet and honorable princess, I beg of you

Do not beg!

You must listen.

I am listening.

Your honorable highness, it is of great importance that I must urge you.

What is it, dear Hero.

You kind and gentle natured soul—

What is it?

I—

Hiro.

You must let his majesty win this fabled match, your highness.

I beg your pardon—

…do not beg—

I find no humor on this matter, my dear Lord.

But I—

Hiro,

Your highness.

It is my intention, y

What.

Holy fuck this shit is deeper than I thought.

MANHATTAN IS A HOLE

Zzzzzzzzhherrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I mean it.

—it is my intention, to battle in honesty and integrity

—you don't understand.

“Fuck, I am horny.”

Fuck, I'm hungry liz

Shut up!

I hadn't noticed how bad it had gotten up until this moment, at the end of a long day—but not the longest yet to have happened.

Walk the line!

Ugh.

You don't follow the train in New York City, the train follows you.

Walk the line

Ugh.

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KASKADE is the worst captain EVER.

KASKADE

(Honking horn obnoxiously)

Sorry everybody.

(More obnoxious beeping)

Good morning.

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“That was very strange.”

“This is what you asked for.”

I had asked, I just hadn't expected an answer so quickly…

“Yes you had.”

You're the actual devil

Tryna get me caught up and

I don't want nothin

Nah,

I don't want none of it

Oh my gentle lover

(I thought of a daughter, I saw her)

I've been gone, and suffering…

(I already love her, truth be told)

There's only heartache,

(don't you know what I've accomplished)

A simple photograph,

Alas,

Another paragraph

(I saw you)

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