WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHRISTMAS?!

BEcause, you're in a movie.

WHAT.

You're stuck in a Hollywood movie.

The Master Sorcerer

Of the Grand Illusion

You just want it so bad

You don't know what you're in for

Inquenchable Thirst for knowledge

Insatiable Sexual Appetite

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I'm lost somewhere, gone

HIppopatamus

feeling quite off in the galaxies,

galavanting

Gazing at Daisies

Aces and spades

Gone from Heaven to Hades for days

On the A–

Adjacent

Recently dismantling adjectives,

Lampshades and matching curtains

God it hurts, every day that I think about you;

But how can i be about you when

You don't even see me, do you

Signature consignments,

Wrong environments and irony is,

I wasn't invited–

–but invented it

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“That's not fair, Dillon Francis”, I thought to myself—the next day was April first, and though I had explicitly tried to forget it was my birthday, 30 years of it being so had become ingrained into my psyche; though I hadn't been able to sleep until around 3 in the morning, I had still gone to be without thinking it, the dread of the looming midnight hour crouching upon my spinal chord, as I angrily skittered about my room—I had been personally offended—I felt I was being so harshly disrespected, having waited a hefty amount of what could have been valuable alone time without my roommate's presence to bother me—and though I had at least once gotten great deal of work done shutting her out with Ableton, i lately hadn't even the slightest energy, a frazzled focus, and an inability to settle into understanding what exactly I would have to do for money to get by in the worlds I was either living in or teetering between, neither of which I could decide—while something in me did indeed feel alive, I still felt the nuisance of death ever present in my daily happenings—still suprised I was in New York City, still suprised I was alive at all, and still hyper aware that I had somehow built this masterful and synchronization chaos somewhere in the limetless expanse of time and space, both utterly also my rapidly expanding and collapsing cosmic creations.

April 1st first and foremost had levitated—initially hard to forget, as it had been of course after the last actual birthday I had specifically celebrated—a birthday I still had implicitly vivid memories of, and even the remninces of something which had at first seemed unimportant and vague, but increasingly became—especially up to now—extremely important memories, decoded messages unraveled in the wake of all the meticulously moving parts of the ever endless dues Ex machina, though something or another did seem to be coming to a closing of sorts.

It was supposed to be an uneventful and unremarkable day, which meant that I was to do nothing discuss in particular for my birthday at all—however, the remarkable coincidence of sorts that on this day, i had run out of all my protein powder, maca, super greens—and even of course—the only thing that the shelter served that I would eat—the “free bananas”—were gone—of course, I had been taking between 8 and twelve at a time and sometimes even up to 20 at once, having run out of money on my food stamps and having even dwindled down my cash assistance trying to stay afloat, it had strangely become obvious somewhere in my soul that I preferred large amount of time to the small amounts of money I would recurve from working a job I didn't want, and though there were jobs I perhaps did want and liked the idea of working, I hadn't yet to focus to wrap my mind around filling out the applications, which I hated even the thought of—the monotony of low-end job searching had become quite painful enough in fact that it felt wrong.

Our birthdays last a year--

Woah--thats awesome--!

--and they're miserable.

GOD.

Happy Birthday, tomorrow

I love you today

—I love you asleep

—I love you awake

And when you wake up, the first thing I'll say is Happiest, Happiest Happy Birthday

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#REHASH

Would the doctor make a house call

Or 10

Would he do it again

To anyone who may just let him in

Well it depends,

On if the doctor is even in

Do you have a pen?

Or pencil it in

He'll fill your prescription

When his bender ends

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A little birdie told me

This morning

He used to be

Madly in love with me

Madly in love

In his last life—

But died, in a bike ride

And asked for a new life

As an Angel

Who takes flight,

And lights up the sky

With nice bright

White light

Alright, Goliath, Goodbye

I'm still here,

Stuck in my old name,

Still here,

Stuck in all the pain you gave me

Jesus, Save me,

Here's Goliath, David;

See if you can be the savior—

Every day I pray

“Amen,”

I hate men,

I'm crazy,

And I'm still here,

Training to make weight

Don't you know,

You go nowhere without your trainer

Hey!

The flights delayed,

You need a name?

You need a savior, baby.

Something's not okay

Oh!

Don't you know, that every day you wait

You'll just be stuck inside your name

You'll be here waiting, praying

“Jesus save me, Amen”

Jesus raves,

And Jesus changed his name,

Escaping from the prayers

Don't hate the player, hate the game

Don't hate the player, hate the game

Don't hate the prayer, hate the players

Everything's the same—

Everything you gave me makes me angry—

Hey,

Wake up!

Don't you know,

You go nowhere without your trainer

Hey!

The flights delayed,

You need a name?

You need a savior, baby.

Something's not okay

Oh!

Don't you know, that every day you wait

You'll just be stuck inside your name

You'll be here waiting, praying

“Jesus save me, Amen”

Jesus raves,

And Jesus changed his name,

Escaping from the prayers

Hey,

Wake up!

I'm still here,

Stuck in my old name,

Still here,

Stuck in all the pain you gave me

Jesus, Save me.

All it takes is courage

“It never hurts to bleed”, she said

She's right, though, isn't she?

Children say the darndest things

They're honest, at least

I'll be honest, I need something

I need to be happy

My problem is money

I don't even want any

I'm just high quality

Living in poverty

I'm so sick of society

I might as well die

If I diet just right,

Maybe someone will like me

Maybe, he's being polite

I wish I was lighter

I I wish I was light skinned

I bought a lighter,

And later I burned it

There's nothing wrong with me

I don't like working, it doesn't work for me

I can do service but give me some space to breathe

Greedy people need me

So they can be lazy

Okay, then

I'm so taken advantage of,

By everyone

I wonder what I must have done

(I wonder what I must have done)

I am so critically crucial, to be used

That I'm used up,

And used to it

I hate this slavery shit

I should just end it

Cause everybody's down with it

Nobody wants to speak up

When I do I sound crazy;

My fingers move a mile a minute,

But I look lazy,

Cause I have a hard time spending my days with Becky

Who I have to respect, I guess

Cause she gets a bigger paycheck

Amen

This is great.

I woke up today, not naked,

But in the pajamas I felt the most hot in

I've lost it

Get me off this planet

Get me off

Then get me off this

Maybe fake eyelashes and lips will do the trick

Another magic trick;

Now I've just been passed to Dillon Francis;

It's blaring through the walls of my apartment,

But in the other end

My studio is silent

I'm just crying,

Trying not to think about dying so violently

But the thoughts and the feelings are so rapidly occurring

I've finally been remembering the last time I was cursed into the worst thing I could ever wish:

Nobody knows me

Nobody loves me

Nobody needs me

Why wish these things?

I'm not a happy ending:

I'm the martyr in this story

So just kill me.

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"I did my best!" -Dane Cook.

A little birdie told me

This morning

He used to be

Madly in love with me

Madly in love

In his last life—

But died, in a bike ride

And asked for a new life

As an Angel

Who takes flight,

And lights up the sky

With nice bright

White light

Alright, Goliath, Goodbye

I'm still here,

Stuck in my old name,

Still here,

Stuck in all the pain you gave me

Jesus, Save me,

Here's Goliath, David;

See if you can be the savior—

Every day I pray

“Amen,”

I hate men,

I'm crazy,

And I'm still here,

Training to make weight

Don't you know,

You go nowhere without your trainer

Hey!

The flights delayed,

You need a name?

You need a savior, baby.

Something's not okay

Oh!

Don't you know, that every day you wait

You'll just be stuck inside your name

You'll be here waiting, praying

“Jesus save me, Amen”

Jesus raves,

And Jesus changed his name,

Escaping from the prayers

Don't hate the player, hate the game

Don't hate the player, hate the game

Don't hate the prayer, hate the players

Everything's the same—

Everything you gave me makes me angry—

Hey,

Wake up!

Don't you know,

You go nowhere without your trainer

Hey!

The flights delayed,

You need a name?

You need a savior, baby.

Something's not okay

Oh!

Don't you know, that every day you wait

You'll just be stuck inside your name

You'll be here waiting, praying

“Jesus save me, Amen”

Jesus raves,

And Jesus changed his name,

Escaping from the prayers

Hey,

Wake up!

I'm still here,

Stuck in my old name,

Still here,

Stuck in all the pain you gave me

Jesus, Save me.

All it takes is courage

“It never hurts to bleed”, she said

She's right, though, isn't she?

Children say the darndest things

They're honest, at least

I'll be honest, I need something

I need to be happy

My problem is money

I don't even want any

I'm just high quality

Living in poverty

I'm so sick of society

I might as well die

If I diet just right,

Maybe someone will like me

Maybe, he's being polite

I wish I was lighter

I I wish I was light skinned

I bought a lighter,

And later I burned it

There's nothing wrong with me

I don't like working, it doesn't work for me

I can do service but give me some space to breathe

Greedy people need me

So they can be lazy

Okay, then

I'm so taken advantage of,

By everyone

I wonder what I must have done

(I wonder what I must have done)

I am so critically crucial, to be used

That I'm used up,

And used to it

I hate this slavery shit

I should just end it

Cause everybody's down with it

Nobody wants to speak up

When I do I sound crazy;

My fingers move a mile a minute,

But I look lazy,

Cause I have a hard time spending my days with Becky

Who I have to respect, I guess

Cause she gets a bigger paycheck

Amen

This is great.

I woke up today, not naked,

But in the pajamas I felt the most hot in

I've lost it

Get me off this planet

Get me off

Then get me off this

Maybe fake eyelashes and lips will do the trick

Another magic trick;

Now I've just been passed to Dillon Francis;

It's blaring through the walls of my apartment,

But in the other end

My studio is silent

I'm just crying,

Trying not to think about dying so violently

But the thoughts and the feelings are so rapidly occurring

I've finally been remembering the last time I was cursed into the worst thing I could ever wish:

Nobody knows me

Nobody loves me

Nobody needs me

Why wish these things?

I'm not a happy ending:

I'm the martyr in this story

So just kill me.

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-U.

I'm not in love with you,

You're just another muse

FeliZ! Para Oscar

el controladpra

Oscar El Controladora

I found you with only the highs in

Like the tide when I tried to find you

Or hide from you

In hindsight

I was right the whole time

You're just like me

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#consiouness #stoplitterin #pleasedrinkresponsibly #festivallife #thefestivalproject

Tomorrow

I never sleep;

It's been a couple dozen weeks, at least

I laid the egg

(I plant the seed)

Now watch it hatch

(Now, let it sprout)

I paint a smile on

Over the scars, of course

Prisoner of war

I beg your pardon,

For your Honor,

or other

No, Nevermind!

I paint a smile on

Over the scars, of course

Prisoner of war

I beg your pardon,

For your Honor,

or other

No, Nevermind!

I have 900 things to do

And I can't get over you

And now every day is blue

It's so crazy

(I guess she has a leg up on me, huh)

I sense a hint of morning sickness

A gifted ad nauseum

Museam of mathematics

Madonna, Matron of the Matrix

Put a smile on, would ya?

Probably not, at second thought of it

A smart ass, yes, I always was

A husband, I was not

I had the other part

–and now we wrap,

The audience suggests an encore, clapping

Captain?

I'll be back

One second, said the

MA

Fuck, we passed the exit.

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OH MY GOD.

I'm– yeah.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?

I didn't do anything!

!!?

–Persay…

“Persay”!?

Why's everybody sitting on the sidewalk?

This, I don't understand

With all of the trash,

And all that has happpened,

The risk of the past

Coming at you,

To seep through your

Denim blue jeans,

Just believe me—

I speak true of residual confusion

You might be new to this,

I'm not confused, it's just stupid to lucid dream loosely

Summer's in bloom—

And I'm blue just like you

Used to be

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