The Secret Life Of Sunnï Blū by Sunnï Blū

July 31, 2025 For Fear of Shadows.

I want to scream at you

But even standing at my shoulder length

My eye at your chest.

You'd be a million miles away

Look what I make of you.

I have no mistakes left and still

The fate of it is that,

You have my gratitude, your gracious

And yet they eat away

At all the things I have

And maybe there'll be more of me

For now the morbid days are just as caving in as

Any other making that we make of it

Don't thank me,

Just outrank them.

Banking on your every moment

Effervescent, tragic endings

Waiting on your every scent and center

Don't disintegrate just yet

And now we enter impact

Stand for circumstances

Do work faster

Horror horror

Do you know the motive of her

Former engines?

Motive, motive

Steer the plot or rear the message m

Fritter fritter

Audiences get disinterested

So effing quickly.

Would you mild or would you mold

Or would you wake to fold the eggs into the bacon,

Bread, and then tomato—

Would you fear her message?

Would you quick forget you're on her planet?

Surely safe to know

But know but knots

And no but not again

You bought it with your faux and auctions

Hallmark cards

And feathers fauxes

Don't you know

The faucet's only running water

Oh you're hard predictable

And chlorinated

Oh the poison

Dripping at your ways

And wilting at your guilt

The James

The reckon gestures

Reckon, Avery

Severed by the check

Or just the ever ending

Never get there

Message to a friend

To just keep going

When she ends it

It is just another death

You'll get on with it

In the end

Never friends.

Never.

Good I hate you

Could you maybe

Find me ugly?

That's your money in my

Every reaching corner

Every angling cent

And harsh presentations of

Skin that's aging and

Wages which haven't

Coverage to front the

Expenses,

Crash diets

Go broken

Ugly cause you're course

Everything fits

But still empty on the inside

I live in shredded

Shambles of service

But there's no gratitude

My breath is only your own

And this bread is my headache

I haven't a sermon

Or diamond

Or unworthy

Sex appeal

And really only

Ever off when

Only ever on

You're still demolishing the board

You're still diminishing the severs

Yet you neglected

Each and every

Crevice of this

Never ending friendship—

But did I ever mention there is a glass slipper

For each and every person ever

Just to wish one?

Did it ever occur to you

The circumstances you are under

Live for it

Or get lost

There's really only porridge in her oven

If the gas or turning off or over

Don't turn over now

The resin's covered in the

Corvette.

Only cause I had to

Sense when is it

Blood sense.

Get laid

Don't flinch

Get paid

Gold finch

Get reckless

I call spirits north for dinner

South for lunch

And up for porridge at breakfast

I've passed on

I've been awake

You're mortal girl

The one you're on is

Really only such a small pond

That I should think

To cover up

With dirt.

Start over.

—and Skrillex is just in the corner the whole time playing video games.

Worst dream ever.

But why's Seth Meyer's mad at me?

I'm guessing he always was!

He's people are just like that

All conservative, conformed—

Again, it's not your fault

It's just uncomfortable!

Again I only ever approached it wanting to know

If the l broach l fits

But even Lucille Ball won't come if I call her—

Probably don't even got the right number

Code of arms

Or helm of awe, huh.

Fuck, man.

When's Tonight Show in hiatus

Need you off the island, off In Prague

And out my anus,

Don't remind me

I've been

Jamie Lee Curtis

Just recently enough

That I miss it.

Ugh.

I know,

I resent that.

Find a line to draw

Or fly a kite past

I'm past my reckoning

Just for tonight,

The suffering ends

Surely not enough to past the time

Before my electrolytes fly in

But tonight

Just tonight

I want to dine in my mind

Or die alone

Without trying to find the light—

The neighbor simply seems to follow it.

(At least I got her ought to not slam the door now,

Police interventions,

There really are cause for those.)

What is a warfare!

Buy me a checkmark!

My question mark seems to go off a lot

All for it

God,

You're remarkable

I gift a heart or though

I out all my crystals in the Rockerfeller plaza

But still held on to an amethyst for Dillon Francis?

There those eyes are again;

I hate to hurt you North;

But I'm no mother board

Or mother ship

Or Mother Earth

Broke my focus long enough to call you up,

But sure, I'm just short of even past conscious.

Nothing's safe for us, you know.

One one to call;

No code of conduct–

No safety in numbers, or color guard

No home, and no love in our times

For our kind–

We're all here now

And the wrong time

Is all time.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Do you see me?

I don't not see you.

Well.

I thought there'd be more having to say.

There's nothing to say.

Not nothing…

Nothing.

Huh.

—unless you say it.

I've nothing to say.

Then say nothing.

The frog croaks,

The oak leafs,

The custard leaves its corridors

The hark leaps

The oath melts,

The sworn have sworn

To never mark.

To no remose,

To no remark;

The carrier, and carry her—

The fierce need,

For Vegabonds,

For every caper read

Amen.

All is spoken;

And all in thought also in words

All is listened

And all has heard not in her form

Stiff.

You're horrified.

You're horrifying.

Sure, but—

Brother—

Broken—

Nothing that I've never heard before

Capable.

Half-friend.

Northerner.

Cape cod.

Hamptons.

Fair straights.

Ancient.

Sacred.

R I T U A L S

LEGENDS:

R I T U A L S

OH GOD.

No! NO! NO!

It just keeps going!

Thank you! Thank God. I thought it was over.

You were invoked.

I was implicated.

Fun fact:

Here's the thing.

You were murdered.

Ah, gains.

Why the fuck do I never get to just choose when this happens?

Cause you don't.

This isn't fair! I watch 2 segments of—

STEPHEN COLBERT enters.

*shattered.

Shithead.

STEPHEN COLBERT enters shattered.

—I was shattered when I heard about it.

What's that?

Never you mind.

I didn't— I just— asked.

He finds his way to the round table in the center of the dark room. He seems twisted; it's as if he's been blindsided.

Capable.

And still there's nowhere

In here

The city we share

I can go

To make the sound

Eager to leave my soul

As how

I know you.

Awkward!

Just wait.

You've been betrayed!

I— know that already.

Is this your card?

{Enter The Multiverse}

GET OFF THE TRAIN.

—

Lil bitz

Fool. Why every time I see you, you look guilty.

Why.

You never look innocent at all.

If something went down — I know it was you.

Hide a lie;

Can't hide a lie

Can't tell a tell

Can't roll the ball

Can't bowl the strike

Can't run at all

Can't fool the hare

Can't skin the cat

Can't dance a bit

Don't row the boat

Can't play the role

Don't know the tune

Can't trim the tree

Can't hold the bowl

Can't kill the fowl

Don't tell the tale.

Hide a lie.

Run a mile

Taste the bile

Fill the basket

Now you're moron

Now you're mortal

That's immoral

Jimmy Fallon

—that's a turtle.

Tell the lie.

Hide the fold.

Kill the curse;

Sail the ark

Fill the void

Hate the gap

Kill the king

Tell the tale

Tell a lie

Hide the

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knife.

In for life, or what?

Info wars at most.

Live to tell the tale?

Learn to spike the punch

Learn to punch the wall

Lean up on the door

Learn to most of all

Shut the fuck up

Keep your mouth shut

I love New York

Give the bad news

Put a smile on

Oh you gotta love it

I get close to nothing once a month

And then come back

To pull the puffer out the dragon

Goddammit what you want me for

I learned another lesson

Don't devour her

All I wanted was

Just a sour odor

Give the last call

I go heroin blind

For heroine times

And by the time it all gets darker

I will have pulled the plug and written on the wall in

Permanent marker.

ugh. Fuck you.

Fuck The Doors.

Fuck your chorus.

Fuck your archer.

Fuck, you found I.

I all for her,

Shoot the wombat;

—But the door shuts on its own

Without it getting harder, now.

Don't it?

Donut.

i don't—

Belt buckle.

I—

Belt buckle.

I—

Belt Buckle

Belt buckle.

I don't—

Belt buckle—

Belt buckle.

Okay.

I—

Belt buckle.

I—

Belt Buckle

Belt buckle.

I don't—

Belt buckle—

Belt buckle.

Can I contour?

Not even one episode

Or epicenter

Even for a lonely

I got the warning

For your magnitude before

So what you want

It's just a test

Pacific coast

Or night crawler

Nightmare or

Nightfall

You swore you won't

I do desire not a lover

But a hand to hold

And father for my own

So.

Shove it up your

Probably want a

I don't need disaster warning

What you wanted

Limoncello

Light waves

And light gave a damn

I have a dance

I cave to for

And there you are

Just a horrible oar,

Now I row the boat

But you don't disaster

Nor could you decide to divorce her

Even if I ever worked

At Art gallery

Organizers

God, you wore her sweater

Just to make it all seem rather backwards

If perchance I ran my hand just over

All the soft

Love in the world

Are you not a dozen roses?

To far my flames

I gave you my heart

Flower

Done moving

Don't moon

Did you really pay the neighbor

Just to hate me

Haven't you heard

On our earth

There's turf war?

So far, white doves

But no lost wolves,

Poor pigeons, following

Of course you were hard wired

I hate not once

But all times the hurt

Each time I struck

Sure I want for California

And Equinox saunas

And then no more do I run the tub!

But for now as I soak and the roach prowls,

I get my motion under the water,

Sure form and no more fire till the moon comes up who rose at dusk?

Likely or lite brawl

Sire,

You care to hard work

But you desire awful

I was right in all forms

Now I die here

Your knife and all you are

Feels right as blood pours out

I want but only suffer

Your call could only burden

My tie to fall a lark

Cries

Out

Her

Arms you fall and I desire

I desire

I now

Have a heart to cry

I died, sir.

You won.

How awful.

Just a nugget of truth,

This window of lies,

A mask so broken

And yet in the cracks there, my mirror

My shadow

My hard times

Out to work

And off to war

And what you wanted

No, not outside

Inside love

But nevermind that

Now the blood pours out and sweet,

I thank to this relief and finally

Rest, I.

No longer shall I mourn your love to not

And know the guilt is slain in you anew, my heart

Dear shadow, youth becomes my blood

And dear far cry,

Dear boy you,

Wait to know me in again another

There came and withered and your force

Now knows mine,

Never end and tethered,

There I wait, then

Now I blood and dreaming, sleeping in

Your pure,

Decency.

I have strike and so wait my end;

And you, go on,

Now without my voice.

A harp.

Welcome to Ecuador.

What are you doing here?

I grow bananas.

Every once in awhile

I have you over

For a cocktail

Or five.

Every night

I tighten my eyes on you,

Thoughts.

Every space in time

Is just a collar

Dog

A bark.

Every time you call

I still come over

Though you do not want,

I opposite.

You see,

You are time.

I see you now, God.

I feel your heart, I

Can involve

My lips quaking

Your worried me

My fall, right?

Why—

I belong in your eye,

Why,

Heart my home,

Never go.

Never not.

Bullet to a gun

For to wish I'm not awake

And to dream though seek, I call

And to worry

Wishes swimming

Thunder rolls and

Hard I fall

So wait and weather

Weather storm

And feather.

You know I'm locked, and fault

Too consumed by news cameras

Noise tied around my,

Neck your beck and call

My battered back

And there is she

All I am not

And movement,

You controller

Red and virtuous

Are thy neither my friend,

Nor foe,

Nor narrow and the neck, dripping

The feet, and defeated I am in my shallow

Your wish is my make her

I make thy for glory

She the golden trophy,

Truth, you will not with,

These, you will decanter

Encounter; or

I slay you in my motion

I say your name and sheild thy slain

And there you are, a force

And here she comes, a brain

My greying matter;

Your Tuesday, Wednesday

She fears me not

One, two, four blue eyes

I'm nothing now

Six blondes, four heartaches

I rung, you wanted

I eat, you shatter

I starve, you know me

Then in the waste

My waist till not your honor

And so, I go

And she

Eighty five and one divine

But all are yours

And yours are mine

So then.

We have killed her.

And there, she lay slain,

And ye, we rejoice

And yet, we became

To seize, none has not

To breathe, yet remains—

The truth comes our time,

As body decays.

Fuck. I don't think that was it.

Nevermind.

*fixed it .

{Enter The Multiverse}

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