Anonymous anatomical anomalies

A nominal honest hypocrisy

Heroism, a genuine debacle

Notieriety, no bottle of sobriety

Could satiate the eye I see

Colorblinded and coincided with

NoirC for the audienceC

No choir for the chorus, though

Symbolism, gifted for the alter

Alter ego? Nonsense.

A far approach from stardom, but

I've often had a job and lost it

Standing in the arsenal

God, was that awful feeling dehydration?!

YES.

Get it together, Heather!

I think I'm getting sick.

It's just a weather change, at best

Are we still rhyming?

—writing in proses??

What's the difference?

What's with the roses?

The chosen one approaches.

Consider it a rebuttal

For what?

Something subtle this way comes—

Like what.

A second husband.

Fuck!

…

Can I eat breakfast now?

Amen.

HOTDOG. HOTDOG.

Omg I love these guys.

HOTDOGHOTDOG!!!

Yum—

That sounds—

—Awsome.

—Awful.

You're a pitiful mess, do you know that.

Hmm…yes.

Grow up.

Trust me, I'm..considering it.

Not so fast!

Yikes. What happened to this dude.

I don't know.

Let's avoid that.

Entirely.

I was summoned!

That—no.

That never happened.

I promise, if I'm somewhere, I was summoned there.

Offficer.

No.

Officer, excuse me.

Don't call the cops.

Hey! Cops!

*dissappears super fast*

Hey.

What.

Whatever happened to Timmy Turner.

To who.

Timmy Turner.

Timmy Turner.

HeH.

Yeah.

Oh. He fucked up too many times.

He fucked up a lot of times.

Yeah, I know.

Okay.

Okay?! So what happened to him?!

Didn't I already finish this storyline.

Technically:

Technically what?

I mean, the synopsis is complete.

Great, then it's done.

No, it still needs dialogue.

Dialogue.

Yeah.

For what.

For the characters.

For who?

For the characters.

For which characters?

Like Drake Bell.

You mean Timmy turner.

Yeah.

Oh, well—

??

Can he improvise?

Improvise.

What am I supposed to say.

I don't know. Just improvise.

What if it doesn't work.

It'll work:

What if it doesn't.

I'll work. Just trust me.

Trust you.

Yes.

Hey Friend!

I don't want to be friends with you!

Aw.

Get away from me. You fucking—fuckbot.

“Fuckbot”

It's a portemantu of “fuck” and “robot”

I know what it is.

So go away.

—fine.

Kbye.

At least punch my card.

I don't drink.

So I feel everything

I feel sick,

Might be

Coming down with something

Can't take cough drops

Those have honey

I just want to sleep

I just want you to hold me

But it was just a dream

It was just a dream

Now it feels

Different in my body

Different in my mind

Different in my soul

(Still sounds good though)

But it feels

All too real

And I still don't drink

So I feel everything

It's probably all in my head,

But I'm better off red anyway

Look, a trophy

I think I might be coming down with something

I got shivers up my spine

And I've been coughing,

Lately

Sometimes I get morning sickness

Just thinking

Just thinking

And you know, I don't drink, so

I feel everything

I'm trapped in here

(I'm aruck inside)

I can't let go

(I don't know how to show you my world)

Cause I sing

In all color

I still see shapes and colors

But I'm stuck in outer darkness

No wonder no wonder

The whole world is so far off from me

Perhaps it's a psycho-symmetric sickness,

Still, I'm spinning to dizzy to write this in intricate scriptures; emphasizing restricted—

Forget it

I haven't been the same since

The other day

Never slept at all before

Or after that

Ever

If I have another banana, I'm gonna hurl

If she has another banana, I'm gonna hurl.

A master hypnotist,

He is that

A damsel in distress?

Goddammit.

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