The Secret Life Of Sunnï Blū

NY is on crack

I'm not André 3K

—But I might be on my way!

Ain't got time for none of these games

I'm already famous

Ya'll just lames

Late to the Macy's Day Parade

I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral

Tryna get equal

Evil people

Dangerous:

Evil knevial

||

—get it?

audiofish.

Every since badman at badfish

Backlash Hollywood Blacklist

Backwash gargle—

grant wish, fairy

Tryna get paid!

Makes since?

Get brain twisted

Braids not twists

I'm tryna get laid

So sick of the tik tok insta

Do it for the gram

These kids is lame

No time for the games

I'm already famous

Take pics, fakeness

Lame

Here's one for the fam

None for the gram

—loudy

Here's one for the fam

None for the gram

Everyday we get rowdy

Here's one for the fam

None for the gram

Straight from the underground

Here's one for the fam

None for the gram

Straigh from the

Under(LoudyGround

Stack bandz

Straight from the blacklands

Brooklyn, Flatbush

None of them come for us

Countin up cash

Shoot first, think last

Smoke plus dust

Sun comin up

Cover us

(Loudy)

Loudy.

Loudy

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I _ NY

Debut Album by Uptown A

Coming This Summer

You ran away.

Uh—I left.

You left the front door open.

—no I didn't.

Coyotes got in.

Canada has coyotes?

It wasn't pretty!

They're just coyotes…

I have 6 cats!

Whose fault is that?!

Had six cats…

…

*.*

Well…how many are left?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No turning back

To your house?

Our house.

No it is not. That is your house.

Yeah, but you were in it.

That doesn't make it my house.

Yes it does.

If that were the case I'd live in the White House

You've been to the White House

A couple times

Come back

No

Please

No. Stop being weird.

It's not weird. I love you.

Stop.

*mau5 head*

Now I'm running away.

This is a weird dream,

Cause it's not a dream.

Oh look, there's puddings.

Don't touch the—

dead x.x

Damn. I died again.

Just start over,

I can't. I have to wait.

Wait for what?

When you die there's a respawn period.

Well, how long is it?

Hello.

…hi.

It's no so d art when we're all just friends

It's not so wrong when we're on good terms

It don't hurt bad when you got good heart

Can't set fire with no bridges to burn

Let it all come down

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

Look,

We'v all been around

For a really long time

And we all get burned

But it all works out

Just a lesson to learn

Yeah, we all get hurt

Yeah, we all want him

Yeah, we all want her

What's the word.

BIG BIRD

HEY.

NO. STOP IT.

BIG BIRD

WHAT'S WRONG?

NO.

BIG BIRD

I JUST WANT A HUG.

AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Oh Timmy…

Fuck.

Come out come out wherever you are.

Timmy! Finnally!

Shhh!

There you are!

SHH, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

You're yelling! Not me!

THIS IS A WHISPER YELL.

Tiiiiiiimmmmmyyyyy…

Oh shit,

Shhhh. She's got a gun.

I can see that.

So shh!

You be quiet! Okay?!

SHUT-UP:

How come you come have a gun!?

I lost it, okay?

YouLOSTit?!

SHHHHHHH!

I know you're in here, Timmy.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Man what the fuck are you into.

What the fuck is this .

Apa! Yip-Yip!

*cackles*

Fuck You, Jimmy Fallon.

Jimmy.

Oh, God .

Nobody can explain this.

And you expect me to?

The FBI is investigating.

That's ridiculous

What's ridiculous is— it seems to mean something.

It means nothing.

This is a pattern.

It's some kind of code.

Look, they're trademarked.

JIMMY FALLON

So, do you think I'm in danger?

FBI

No, not at all.

CIA

You are safe.

ILLUMINATI

You're completely safe.

JIMMY FALLON

Good.

[dissappears into black hole portal]

What.

Oh no.

Lol.

Goddamnit.

Fuck.

*shrugs*

FUCK.

RedWorld

Finally, anytime I wanted to—

I could see the inside of a movie I hadn't even written yet.

Red world

So you lost it?

I mean it r pretty much just rewrites itself.

no it doesn't.

Am I. On your barometer,

Whatever that means, or

Whatever that stands for

Wyyou know what I asked for

Past four, 4 to the floor

Past four to the floor—

Four to the floor

‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal.

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That's weird, right?

Now look into the light—

It's a photo op

Bright lights

Sitting up top

With your eyes on shine

I got one on my right,

Then I left in the night

That's was not

A complete thought.

Excuse me for a moment

Excuse me for a time

I just had my mind right

Then I forgot all my lines

In the little white lies

And the little white lines

Seriously, I just had it

Seriously, a clean bandit.

Get away driver, black bandana

Manhattan back to the blacklands

Back to the black

Back from the dead

Like that

With the snap

Of my hands

(Don't put the claps in,

Not quite yet

Don't put the hats in,

Not quite yet

Take all the bass out

Under the bed

I like guys in micro shorts

And surfboards

Classic cars

And

Boys from mars

I meant guys;

No time for boys

Now I'm all grown up, though

Everything looks like toys

I'm like, 5

Put a little honey in the bee hive

I like em real skinny

I like em tattooed

I'm never not in the mood

And the older I get—

I just…

Really like dudes

In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time

Shit.

[The counter attack

Mover the counter attack

Over the hill and into your memory

Simple the end of the template

For temple, stuff from resentment

Impractical actually contracted

False flagged, black balled and gagged

Black box, canticles

Catnip for facts,

Obstacles,

Abstract acid fasts

Fantastic, fur tan lines

And so futuristic for fans

Scripted, this entry is

Limited, click bait resentments

Jesus is—

Fanstastic, actually

Magic tricks vs imagination

Instagram, leave it to the

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

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THIS IS A WHATTHEFUCK.

WTF.

And this —

[Tina Fey, but cuter]

TINA FEY

(actual)

What does that mean??

is a whatever.

*|*

[whatever.]

Ugh, this is gonna take forever-

Lights up on Washington Heights

Up at the break of day

I wake up

—and it must be a different day

Cause I'm above in the Bronx

It fuckin sucks

I got a lot to discuss

Hop on this bus

Down on my luck

In uptown

Los Angrle's time's up

I'm square now

You scared now?

Fire like

Smoky the bear now

Smoked salmon,

Damn I'm sweating my hair out

Scary out there, scout!

Order of the Phoenix

Is out of order now

So sort out the books

For storyboard albums

It's occult clsssic

Without all the

Bells and whistles

Silence a pistol

To spit thru your window

To split you

Sentimental

It's just a mental indiscretion

Judas escariot

Scary isn't it

Monsters and fairytale business

Many mouses

And Minnie ripperton

Sympathies, really

For mentioning

It's just

My attention

Is

Getting

Shorter

Than

These sentences

Or Skrillex is

Haha

The methods were devious?

Me?

Made enemy out of man

But is envious of

I genius indegenous intentions

With this sacraments

Exactly what it isn't:

Sacrificial

ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'

omg . where's he from.

aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis

I'm leaving now..

Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***

Ugh.

“I _ NY”

Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—

EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which

MEANWHILE,

Ugh.

Farro.

…Your Majesty.

I need help.

Don't burden me with your woes.

I beg your pardon?

No, don't beg.

—and we're back!

Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!

Come on! What's my name?

Zoolander!

No, my actual name—

ZOOLANDER.

—-

Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.

What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!

*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—

Ahem.

Not this much.

Don't check the—

ILLUMINA—

Fuck that

My phone makes calls with the

Cellular turned off now

How about that

Damn

You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.

*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.

*sipping liquor* she is evil.

“My Imaginary Friend”

In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time

Shit.

The counter attack

Mover the counter attack

Over the hill and into your memory

Simple the end of the template

For temple, stuff from resentment

Impractical actually contracted

False flagged, black balled and gagged

Black box, canticles

Catnip for facts,

Obstacles,

Abstract acid fasts

Fantastic, fur tan lines

And so futuristic for fans

Scripted, this entry is

Limited, click bait resentments

Jesus is—

Fanstastic, actually

Magic tricks vs imagination

Instagram, leave it to the

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All around me,

The worlds dissolving

Alone, not lonely

The doors revolving

The empire falls,

Autumn is falling,

The world is a stage, but

I didn't have one cent, not a penny

To give him,

The player

A puppet on a string I was, but

I didn't have ine cent, not a penny

It didn't make sense

But nothing ever did, man

Stuck in Manhattan just

Wearing a rotten as hat

And if God was a dancer,

I'd ask for his hand, I've been

Stuck in Manhattan

The man in the hat said

,

If god was a dancer, I'd ask for her hand

But I haven't been asked such a question

I had not a cent, not a penny to give him

No money for rent,

And no food to eat either

Been stuck in Manhattan, and

Can't find the answer

If god was a dancer

Then I should just dance, then

As long as forever lasts,

There soon comes another day

Look, here we are again

I don't even know your name

Future folds into past,

Somber I walk away,

Never intend to fast,

Here I intend to stay

Calmly

Walking

Across Central Park,

In the fall, we

All adore a

Good story

Holy,

I could get bored here

SUPACREE finally picks up JOHN LENNON on the HEAVENBOUND HIGHWAY TO HELL, albeit, by accident.

JOHN LENNON

Fucking—finally—Christs's sake!

He's not coming.

What took you so long?!

I got here completely by mistake.

What a coincidence—so did I.

There are no coincidences, John Lennon.

Newtton Jÿré, a well-known (and often, highly despised) magician and merchant, highly skilled and knowledgeable in the arts of sorcery, crafting, spells and hexes, potions, and other forms of Non-Bianary Magic, or rather–magic that is inherited genetically, and assumed to be used only for recreation, entertainment, or experimentation within the Inner Realms;

However, “Sir Jÿré”, as he is sometimes called, as he claims to have once been Knighted–a claim to which no other can officially confirm, as Jÿre's most recent incarnation is at least–though, “no one's counted”, including himself, seeming to have lost track of the thousands of eons he has lived–However, quite crucially to the series–he is an avid lover and celebrator of Birthdays, and boastfully speaks with pride that he is on the brink of having lived “nearly an eternity” to which, though his crippled and hunched body and aging skin notates his aggressive aging, he–and the soul he carries, respectively, are actually much younger than either C'esme't, or Petrutheio, eye witness to both of their re-births in his own youth. Though often teased and disrespected, he touts a humble and youthful spirit–unless involuntarily summoned, or otherwise disturbed or agitated.

Damn.

I just…came down to warm up some soup.

Goddamn!

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San Diego story

THIS IS A WHATTHEFUCK.

WTF.

And this —

[Tina Fey, but cuter]

TINA FEY

(actual)

What does that mean??

is a whatever.

*|*

[whatever.]

Ugh, this is gonna take forever-

Lights up on Washington Heights

Up at the break of day

I wake up

—and it must be a different day

Cause I'm above in the Bronx

It fuckin sucks

I got a lot to discuss

Hop on this bus

Down on my luck

In uptown

Los Angrle's time's up

I'm square now

You scared now?

Fire like

Smoky the bear now

Smoked salmon,

Damn I'm sweating my hair out

Scary out there, scout!

Order of the Phoenix

Is out of order now

So sort out the books

For storyboard albums

It's occult clsssic

Without all the

Bells and whistles

Silence a pistol

To spit thru your window

To split you

Sentimental

It's just a mental indiscretion

Judas escariot

Scary isn't it

Monsters and fairytale business

Many mouses

And Minnie ripperton

Sympathies, really

For mentioning

It's just

My attention

Is

Getting

Shorter

Than

These sentences

Or Skrillex is

Haha

The methods were devious?

Me?

Made enemy out of man

But is envious of

I genius indegenous intentions

With this sacraments

Exactly what it isn't:

Sacrificial

ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'

omg . where's he from.

aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis

I'm leaving now..

Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***

Ugh.

“I _ NY”

Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—

EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which

MEANWHILE,

Ugh.

Farro.

…Your Majesty.

I need help.

Don't burden me with your woes.

I beg your pardon?

No, don't beg.

—and we're back!

Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!

Come on! What's my name?

Zoolander!

No, my actual name—

ZOOLANDER.

—-

Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.

What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!

*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—

Ahem.

Not this much.

Don't check the—

ILLUMINA—

Fuck that

My phone makes calls with the

Cellular turned off now

How about that

Damn

You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.

*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.

*sipping liquor* she is evil.

“My Imaginary Friend”

In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time

Shit.

The counter attack

Mover the counter attack

Over the hill and into your memory

Simple the end of the template

For temple, stuff from resentment

Impractical actually contracted

False flagged, black balled and gagged

Black box, canticles

Catnip for facts,

Obstacles,

Abstract acid fasts

Fantastic, fur tan lines

And so futuristic for fans

Scripted, this entry is

Limited, click bait resentments

Jesus is—

Fanstastic, actually

Magic tricks vs imagination

Instagram, leave it to the

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I gotta fire to set tonight

I got a bone to pick with you

It's teacher teacher talking through the

Many mouths of man

How could I never be

Or see through you

No, nevermind,

This is waking life

You only love me whe I'm sleeping

No I don't feel wrong at all

Light the candle

I'm not Illuminati

Don't we all have our rituals

And gods that we pray to

I see

See, the idea with fame is it follows you everywhere

And there they were, and there they went.

From Heaven sent

There was a love so sweet and kind

That each time they were to pass one another,

Sweeping and swooning would not want

Why do you always do this?!

I mean—

HYPERFUNCTIONAL.

Yeah, I know it—

IMMUNE TO It.

Not immune; just tolerant.

What is—

[hit in face with glowing pin]

Is.

Now, where was I?

Where I wasn't.

Where was t I?

Fuck yeah, festival.

Festival peoplerts.

Myeeess.

Let me on the decks. Sir!

Do you think you are ready for this?

I AM READY.

She not ready.

IM READY.

Fuckity

FUXK IT LETS GO

It got out of control, I'm sorry

Yes it did

See.

This is sauce.

Oh my goodness my

This is a mess

Yes

Olay DJ!!!

Alrighty then , sirz

Jesús Christ, finally.

Yeah, it's you.

We know you're here.

Fuckin aaaayyee!

All's my life I hat ti fight!!!

You've been acknowledged.

Here it goes

Some more DJ Smoke

In the DJ booth

And a DJ song

It's a D

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Finally, just about time

Early for once,

Not right on time, but

I am what I an

I am truth, I am light

I'm confused

Here's a noose—do you know how to tie it?

Life, life life

Goes by, and by

In my eyes,

You and I

We are the same,

We are the same

Different bodies,

Different names—

Perhaps, we came in different ways

But in my eyes, my love

You are I,

And we, we are the same

Nothing ever changes

Life is crazy,

Hey yeah

Same city, different day

Right time, wrong place

Don't hate me;

Hey, yeah

Nobody can save me,

Just as likely.

The challenge: 7 minutes

What can I do in 7 minutes?

Maybe a little bit of this.

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

What is this riddle?

You play the banjo,

I'll play second fiddle—

It is what it is,

It gets interesting, this

I don't know where I live

But I'm fighting against

The tide

I died again

So violently,

So high over my head

People just laugh in the distance

This is just business, miss

My standard to live is just

Cleanliness is close to Godliness

I've been a mess since…

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

I'll be Bach—

And you be Beethoven

Woah, who is this how with

Somebody i used to know,

But I guess she's chosen

Oh,

I'm an old soul

Go where I go, till there's nowhere

I got no hair,

Low tide,

No fair

Let's not go there

Yo, hello there

Are you aware of me?

I guess you're scared of me,

No?

That's below the belt

I'm so hot I melted,

Hell is cold so know I've felt it

Smelt it, dealt it

Delta, helpless

Whelp—

At least I can finally rest after this

Always came,

And always went

It always was,

And it always is

If I had to guess,

Always wins

That's the way it always went

—-

I should probably get to the gym,

Damn

Now I don't feel so bad,

It's cold as Alaska,

I can't stand it

I can't go back

I can't fight a man—

Well I guess I can,

If he's magic

Tragedy struck

What the fuck was that shit

Got an excuse for my madness

It's tragedy

Guess I traded all that

For talent

Guess that's a wrap

Not a sandwich

Blacklisted

I showed up in a tent

Said

“This is the resistance!”

I'm fit, but with all this loose skin,

I'm just useless

My next of kin, could use this

Can't jump from the roof,

Full of juice—

This is music

Who are you to tell me

I'm not BLU

And I'm useless

Do you assume this unusual hue is

Illusion— of fully in bloom

I can't argue with you;

I am not in the proper position

Consult your physician, who isn't a person—

But likely an algorithm,

I programmed just to tell you

To yell out all of my demons

Just so I could write this

So that was the reason

For this, and this, and that then

Wanna go back to my family,

Can't, I've been captured

I guess I'm probably a rapper

What about that

But I hate being black

And black people hate me for that

“Fuckin savages”

This land is your land

But my land is half of it,

Man this is random,

I haven't—

Wait, has it been 7 minutes?

I think it's been past it,

Call me a trash can again—

I'll shift into it!

I got the nightshift

Something ain't right, it's

Something bout somebody wasting my time

But I like it

I ain't got nothing better to do than write,

And dislike myself,

So I guess it's a better distraction

Than Skrillex or Dillon Francis,

At least for a minute,

Or, like 7.

I might get paid for this,

I might get laid in a last minute decision

To swipe right on tinder—

Oh wait, does this count as a split shift?

I just clocked in, but my boss is lost in a spaceship,

Look at my face—

Oh, wait, you can't

Cause I planted the planet with masks

Just to get all your ancestors dancing—

Oh wow,

I'm Pasquale again.

How.

The fuck.

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With the flip of the hair

And I swear

You were just right there

Negative.

Fuck, dude. Would you get out of my head.

You're in my head.

I highly doubt that.

What's to doubt.

I hate you.

Good. I hate myself too.

Maybe if we both hate me hard enough I'll just die.

Just die already.

I'm trying to.

Not hard enough.

Excuse me while I stare into space trying to stretch this shit out thinking about getting my nuts poinded in.

Wow.

I jnowX

LET ME OUT OF HERE.

No, Dragon. You stay out!

[FIRE ON EVERYTHING]

Mu said stay put.

I had never heard [The Welcome Wagon] quite like this before; and while everything that I said in it was true.

What'd she say

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Oh. Shit.

We should go get her.

Yeah dude.

She sounds PISSED.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHGHHHHHHHH

maybe we should wait.

Yeah, dude, maybe.

AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH

No, we should go.

We should go:

Let's go now.

Perhaps it was the long day in Manhattan that did it—

WHAT THe fuck.

And it has been, a very long day in Manhattan— but it was well deserved, and well overdue, and right at the end of a long and malnutritious month; it had almost not been fair—an entire month at Equinox, and yet I had t the money to eat at all what I wanted or what I needed for optimum energy. It wasn't fair at all, actually—the long ride to and from queens was enough of the day in itself that I hadn't much to do in between but decompress— and there was so much to decompress.

God, look at that body—

WHAT A DISGRACE

“You must go this gracefully”,

Someone else says,

But I've made a mistake,

My dear maiden

Meditating, on a slave ship

I'm not taking medication,

But

I'm in Manhattan

A manic magnetic algorithm,

Perhaps I've taken it too far—

Therefore;

Who cares

That's not what I'm here for

Hello,

Where art thou

Why fear for your life, or—

I needed to cry but—

I don't see no dance floor,

Except for

Grand central

Gosh,

I heard there was a party here once

What happened, Manhattan—

You mad at me?

Madame—

How dare you!

I tent to me a miss or ms.

But nevrr madame, master,

Maybe mammy or mommy perhaps

But never that!

Manhattan

A manic magnetic algorithm

Stand still

See what happens

Oh, I'm in shackles!

Lord, let me out of here!

Oh, he can't take it!

He can't get [enough of me]

I can't get enough

Love won me over

Where are ya?

Over here!

God,

I just want a.

I just wanted a hug, but

I'm off of it,

Now I want all of ‘em

Love won me over

God,

Let me out of here

Masturbation is mandatory in the morning, mama

Don't you know that?

You're full of it—

Full of what

Full of water

Full of love

Full of lust

Full of misery

“And it's all for me!”

He says, but who is “he”?

He could be anybody—

Doubtable

Your highness!

Lord of Honor.

Humble me so.

I just have.

My sweet and honorable princess, I beg of you

Do not beg!

You must listen.

I am listening.

Your honorable highness, it is of great importance that I must urge you.

What is it, dear Hero.

You kind and gentle natured soul—

What is it?

I—

Hiro.

You must let his majesty win this fabled match, your highness.

I beg your pardon—

…do not beg—

I find no humor on this matter, my dear Lord.

But I—

Hiro,

Your highness.

It is my intention, y

What.

Holy fuck this shit is deeper than I thought.

MANHATTAN IS A HOLE

Zzzzzzzzhherrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I mean it.

—it is my intention, to battle in honesty and integrity

—you don't understand.

“Fuck, I am horny.”

Fuck, I'm hungry liz

Shut up!

I hadn't noticed how bad it had gotten up until this moment, at the end of a long day—but not the longest yet to have happened.

Walk the line!

Ugh.

You don't follow the train in New York City, the train follows you.

Walk the line

Ugh.

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KASKADE is the worst captain EVER.

KASKADE

(Honking horn obnoxiously)

Sorry everybody.

(More obnoxious beeping)

Good morning.

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