An ascended extra terrestrial being with the ability to travel throughout infinite existence within the multidimensional world enters a simulation of their own creation in order to understand the dynamics of its interworkings, and to repair a mysterious series of problems plaguing the world'a inhabitants, in order to prevent the imminent eventual demise of the species and the world in which they live.

Sector 12, Dimension Q10

Just be on the lookout;

You know these primates aren't safe—

With some sort of thinking they're ‘evolved' more somehow.

—or less.

What's at stake here is the planet.

In totality,

I honestly couldn't give one single fuck about it;

whether it lives or dies, or who's on it.

—but you're on it.

I'm on it.

Somebody kill this raggedy motherfucker

Before I do

On good conscience.

Are you not worried that they're going to kill you?

They won't kill me.

They won't touch a hair on my head. You know why?

Cause it's fake?

Exactly.

You ought to be in prison.

Probably,

I'd suspect I'd be getting more ass that way.

Or something up yours.

Up mine—up yours—what really is the difference?

Did you really think you were protected.

Nothing is safe, nothing is sacred, my dear—but you see, what I've purchased here is time.

Time? Where did you get all this time?!

Where did you get all this money?

It wasn't made out of time!

So the old adage stands corrected.

So it does.

So what did your parents do for a living?

I beg your pardon?

To what do I owe the honor of your privelege?

Hard work.

Try again.

Back massages

And thick cut bacon

I just went to sleep

And woke back up again reviled

Revelations on motorcycles

Harpists on steroids

And movies on markers

God ought to have thoughts of

Something, honest and awkward

Other than to govern up a sermon

Of prophets

On Altoids,

Or morons—

No mountains,

So far I

Have leapt from the riverbed

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

The Complex Collective. ©

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.