There is a place unlike any other

That lives in your mind—

And in your heart

SIR JYRE!

MY LIEGE!

Where is C'esme't!?

I don't know…

Don't lie to me!

Why not? It's fun.

Is banishment fun?

Mine, or yours?

Where is she!?

[a slight gasp/beat]

…my dear nephew—

—we're not related—

—not by blood…

Where is C'esme't?

[he pauses for a moment, before turning away to pour a drink.]

You should sit.

I'm fine, thanks.

Drink?

[Petruthieo pauses for a moment, reflecting on the previous night's happenings.]

I don't drink.

(Aware of the happenings)

Maybe you should.

Where's my Queen?

—Is she yours?

I'll have you exiled.

No you won't.

I won't?

[sir jyre turns to produce a small golden charm, which swings, sparking at the end of a golden chain. Without hesitation, Petrutheo is immediately familiar.]

Where's she gone?

You'll either sit, or you'll drink if you really want to know.

Petrutheo sits, flushed and defeated.

I'll tell you—

What is it?

I am under strict confidentiality enforcements.

How exactly strict

She'll kill me—-and you.

Gían comes running into the room, flustered.

Where is she?!

—and him.

Ellis Delta and CloudOne join forces to create the yin-yang supergroup, combining mellow EmoTrap melodies with the collisions of acid rock, punk, the house and indie rock, a classic twist on the LSdreamy Acid grooves of the 60's and beyond. The

Um,

Hello?

Hey it's your boss

Nah! Fuck that shit!

Can you come in?

Imm like “how long”

He's like

“All day”

I'm like

“Nah fuck that shit”

I need the pay thoufh

Jesus made me

I'm like

“Fuck, I hate this place”

My boss is like

“Can you stay late?”

I'm like

Ah he'll no,

Fuck this place

THE KITE HAS CHANGED

WHY IS IT SILVER NOW?!

I don't KNOW

AHHHH, man!

Can she see me?

Yes.

Ah fuck, I hope not.

Ok. I think I got the demon out.

How'd you do that?

I called her

You won't understand this but

YESHUA.

Jesus Christ!

WHAT?

Hello?

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lol Jesus is so mad.

Seriously, though

THIS IS CRAZY.

Damn.

Hey, wait,

Ya'll are about to get fuckkt up.

Tru

Oven roasted beet and kale salad with garlic batatas and

“Ya'll fucked up.”

ANNIE!!!!

WHAT, GODDAMMIT, WHAT?!?

ARE YOU FINISHED WITH THE—

I'M WORKING ON IT—Jesus fucking Christ.

What in the ever living fuck was I just doing, anyway.

SUPAC is trying to figure out why

*rubs eyes*

FUCK.

What.

I'm still Anne Hathaway.

WHAT IS GOING ON.

Woah! Woah!

OK.

Mooooooooo

Please explain to me why

You're listening to your own artwork

As if you've never heard it before!

Oh.

Because I've never heard it before.

excuse me, didn't you write this?

[The Festival Project]

Presumably.

It was the hardest and worst fast of any of them, with no use in trying to explain how time itself had been so unrecognizably shifted, that I actually may have solved and age old question, if not only unlocked by the sheer luck of my heritage and genetics; I had unlocked truth and light, and within my own divine eye, the consciousness of Christ.

Christ had become somewhat indifferent if not inhuman in his own martyrdom and sacrifice; his own humanity often jilted by the drastic space between higher consciousness and the lower realms from which we find ourselves ascended from; the ancient land, and now in Holy War; with peace emerging only forcefully however frequently within my own minds eye, the diamond of the Goddess of its own source light.

There were then, upon returning, words without words;

Fear beyond fear and

Greatness beyond greatness

In everything and all that I had come to know in this journey;

Some left to unremember in the shame and fury in learning of the true evils, the wickedness of man, and the new era which has come upon us to regain light long ago lost, to a God not born of woman nor man, but of serpents.

2. Words I would never wish to speak had been altered, uttered to me within the grasp of death itself at the hands of none other than that which wishes to taunt and beguile my name;

That such is, has none at all, for I am all you are and so, you are also given my name, in Love.

Amen

—have you decided whether or not today is going to be a sunny day, or a rainy day yet?

No, not yet.

The teacher, through space and time.

A writer's journey.

Call me over, sweet child,

And I'll tell you all about it

I'm higher than a kite

I'm a bird,

I'm a plane,

Still flying

RIP, that 88 lady

The second Bette in my collection

Or shall we make it

I like slap stick

So let's slap dicks—

Get it?

Hehe

https://current.withgoogle.com/the-current/white-supremacy/.

I told you today was a rest day

“ARREST DAY”

get it?

Ahaha.

White collar,

Blue tie

What now bitch?

Why are you hiding in silence?

Another terrorist attack.

That's twice since the turn of the season.

Your orders, sir?

Blow them all off the map.

That shit ripped through my heart;

Like salt on a bleeding wound

Put me on my feet and ready to strike back—

As if my attacker were still there, abiding over me,

But of course,

Just like any weak man—

He had attacked, and the retreated,

Vanished into the night,

Leaving me panicked and out of my mind in such writhing pain

That God itself had solemnly sworn,

A karmic death, to the attacker

To that he who would cause such a pain

To one else

Would do so to his own

Mother,

To his own sister

And to one's own daughter,

And therefore deserved

No less than the death that he so feared,

As any weak man does fear,

Death,

And just wish it so upon himself as to disturb the sacred peace and rest of others, amonsgat him who do him no harm,

Nor do wish him so,

Until it is that he has proven himself

Unworthy, by fate of having harmed another,

Instilling fear and unrest by undo force;

And so he shall remain dead,

Without the love or light he seeks

Through the facade of wealth,

A poison unto himself,

And also others

You see how that works out?

The counter curse works.

—so the enemy scares you into submission.

They've infiltrated entirely, sir.

Their strength is in numbers.

Shhh.

It's going to be okay.

It is not okay.

—I'm not okay.

You're okay.

Are you ready to die?

Haven't I already?

If you think that—

I think a lot—

You know, I've got a thing for you.

He took a face from the ancient gallery, and he walked on down the hall.

Why this one?

I thought you wouldn't remember me.

I don't want to—

So much trouble in this mess.

You haven't even seen what I can do yet.

What can you do.

You went backwards.

Wasn't I supposed to.

Fast forward.

How long?

Past—

Passed.

Sir.

This massive wave in immigration is an imminent threat to our homeland security.

Whether you want to believe it or not,

We've been breeched by masses of individuals of several countries

Who consider the United States

As hostile enemies .

Therefore, the most hostile threat lies

Within our own walls,

Therefore, nothing and no one is safe

They used the funny man as a puppet;

But funny it wasn't

The homeland was attacked

And the Love went up in

Teradactles, imbicles,

Isiocracy and syncopated

synhronistic

Synthetic attacks

On ancient lands,

Retacted

Sand on mirrors

Sampson, samples

Stratocaster,

The fans of the puppet man

The puppy and the phantom

The pocket fences and golden haired everything

The American Dream and the amethyst

Manifest a man better than

Half of the eye opened,

A model wanted,

A can opener,

Bad pasta

Stop walking my

Dogs for me and

Keep serving up

Shit on a stick

Rather than sidewalks,

Stop talking

Choke on your own cock, for once

Coke bottle figured

All I want is a

Shut the fuck up

Hellicopter to the suburbs

Cause god knows

The town car

Just gets stopped

And seraeched

Once a month

Like we're crossing the border

Instead of our old Irish catholic hearts

Where's the drama?

So far, just a piñata sugar rush

A brand new

Strap on and sacrament

Sands on Adam's

Storm story,

Informant or Glory imposter

You want the God body

Bloody, soon stop the

First car from running up a hill

At the lions paw auction

I thought of your first

Just to throw you

Off the

I'm tired,

But I got up atm five at night

With a lift still in my heart,

Sir

All for a glass of water

They convict trump for the pornstar

But not for the plot of

What the fuck you've been dying to watch

SUPACREE

I'll run for president

TRMP

STOP HER.

Straight murder on A God in Utah

You want some culture?

Sure

Shove it up your ass

Like you're []'s

Prostitute

Power to the peephole

Turns out dad

Is just a fact finder

Wind her up

Reminder

Of black eye liner

Cults

And lads up ladder

Shattered her amethyst

Fractured her analysis

Splatter

It's all cake batter and half hatter monsters

Start your start up, fucker

The price of water goes up

Cause you don't wanna work here!

So here come the anarchists from—

Fuck

Look how hard it is to pronounce some of this stuff,

Matt Lowry!

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