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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