C'cxell Soleïl is here, sir.
THE GENERAL has only just sat down for supper— now, in the early evening, the room has been refreshed in tones of maroon and gold trim; candles which match the fine tablecloths and linens and longer candlesticks of white
The room changes while youre in it.
Of course. The whole place changes around you; it has to stay hidden.
THE LIBRARY itself only exists within a magical realm; though portals have situated themselves throughout space and time, interconnecting with the mortal world— its layout changes intensely rapidly, especially depending on who is inside. Though appearing small from the outside entry points, the inside is a massive network— a literal palace of rooms, halls, and places from which the games of this secret society are played. These are entirely older-than-imaginable beings, barely in human form— to carry out certain aspects of the immortal world into the modern times; magicians, keepers of ancient knowledge, and certainly dieties of sort are often here amongst each other— and most importantly, amongst themselves. It is a house of mirrors, mazes, and obstacles.
I ought to know Jimmy conspires once,
Jimmy conspired, once with Jimmy
Aspired twice to become Jimmy
revoked Jimmy's place throughout the ark—
The last thing I want to do is play poker with those old fools.
Are you sure this is regular poker?
Why else would be it outside our jurisdiction
Didn't I say to look the other—
You're impossible, you know that.
THE PIPER has finally arrived at THE GATES OF DAWN.
Right front of her eyes, I tell you—
Pull up the nine, and the 4 of hearts
Pull into Rome, midnight and call her
Call to the forest, there is no more home for her
There is none, there is none,
His wife and kids are the best thing
That have ever happened to him
And whether or not the band
Wraps around the bent and broken digit
I just simply remember that,
I'm just infatuated as a friend
Just as adequately as the director
All the actors at the set;
Were all just doing our jobs
We're all just doing our…
I don't want to spoil any of it
Really you didn't recogniz
The moment when it happened
But don't let it hurt you
All of a sudde. My eyes aren't his,
Did you miss an interview
Or is it that you're just disinterested
Itergretion, intergers and interference
Running backs and runners,
Gymnasts, models, other lovers
Now it's not so daunting, comic
I'm also sort of off and autistic
Obsessive with narrow vision
But glimpses of the ever bending present
To know I left the letter
Letting it get soaking wet
Before they ever even read it
Get the day over with and won't you know
I think it's simple to tell
The wind will whistle when It's good to win again
Now, take it all back before the bathwater stagnates
Would you make it in this day and age?
I'm glad that you hate me.
4,000 years later and all of a sudden
The pact is clear and consise
Turn it on its head a bit
Get the glitch out of your
Obsession with the asshole
And wrap you head around it
Pick it up and pray that it just
Is put the elf back on the shelf
The trophy back inside the case
My eyes go back inside my head
And everything I ever thought
And dissappears into the heavens
Around and and around and around and around
4,000 years, and now we're here:
And it might be snother million years
But it's also keeping secrets
And body, souls and mind.
It could be another million years,
It could be getting wider,
But it's steady going down and out
It comes around when it comes around
Now it's umpteen years into the after life
Just projections of such,
More than just a thoughtt,
All the world was just the thought
The dance that came along
Watch with one eye open only
Covered over with one closed palm
So you know how old you go
And no coals to walk over
There's no trust in the golden auras
There's no honor in golden globes
If you don't work for them
Know doors open and close
And you don't blow smoke,
But you just keep moving forward
Just the idea if him will kill you
Whether with guilt or otherwise,
You're on no sugar till the goal
You got your cake and ate it, too
Oh, the way he cries in the confines of my mind
The tears that seared my soul dism through the wall with every color
If his was a shoulder to cry on,
If God was a cover for longing
Yo. Where the fuck did Patrick come from?
I don't think he owns me so much
As much as it's I'm alone
What is this pain in him?
What is this pain in this?
What kind of psychic sense
I just hope that's the last of it
Do you ever get in the shower and not feel like being wet?
That happens to me sometimes.
I realized at a certain point this is probably like a sign of severe hydration.
“There's no water on the inside, why should there be any on the outside?!”
I promise is not a hygiene thing.
Just sometimes, I don't know. I'm like, a cat
Have you ever tried to give your cat a bath?
You still aren't coming through!
You still aren't coming through
You still aren't coming through!
You still aren't coming through
You still aren't coming through
you still aren't coming through
The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū
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