Of many moons forshadoed.
Again, I lie awake, screaming,
You want ice cream with that,
I thought your hollow bones
—but it won't without you.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
No connection at all Munroe, you blind bastard
It's water under the toenails
But the fourth one lost it)
I stand at the front at the edge of the the platform so there's just less temptation to jump
(White Nikes is for chumps)
Everybody is a goddamn DJ these days
When she asks for a replay of that remix
I sit alone bc with my phone and my notebook.
Wrote a whole mother novel
Fungi up I get more fond l
I stand in the train with my back against the wall
So the shadow markers won't stand behind
There's a lot of blue here
Must be something to do here
Stuck inside of my l life
You CANNOT. Drink with that ankle monitor on.
So why are you drinking?!
I took the ankle monitor off.
I been staring at your gut this whole train ride.
How the fuck are you like a 5x
And your feet are a ladies size 6?
I ain't been to the gym in two days
My hip bone s apes against the railing;
I've three children, but you'd not know I;
I'm holding in cereal, cleaning out stuff for cereal boxes m,
Sure, don't fall forward,
Damn! Why the devil always gotta stand behind a motherfucker, huh?
Haven't you decided yet that you are the devil.
Always right, and not wit wars
I stand in line for the stairs
The slower the better the more I write
No more tears for lost stardom
Shit, I work harder in hell
When I don't have my phone off
Shit, I work harder in hell
When I take all my clothes off.
I couldn't even pretend to give two fucks right now
With another one headed right towards me.
I don't mind what's the line your on
Whose line is it anyway, good line at the equinox
All the next understudies
Fair weather friends again
—creepy ass inanimate muppets.
Somebody stick their fuckin hand up Elmo's ass before I punch him.
What did you say your name was?
What did you say is your expertise?
Some black dude rubbed his whole dick against my wrist on the subway train.
I THOUGHT MY HAND WENT PARALYZED.
It just siezed up, real crunchy, like—
I automatically had like the whole thing going on.
The worst part was that it was warm—
I just got to the point in my life where I realized I wasn't interested in anything.
I got time to earn mi got money to chase
It's a good savings system
—for once, the sauce sounded like symphonies
And wreaked of green peppers, or rather, was fragrant
And everything does, doesn't it?
The advocate of another time
What if everything cheaper online
But it's just the adventure you wished for
Have you ever tried to be mad
With squeaky ass shoes on
Have you ever tied to like walk away
You guess! Is this the right pub or is it not?
I don't know which pub is the right pub! He just said “Irish pub” you could throw a rock and hit one!
I don't give a flipping song!
i don't give a flap or a stick!
I'll melt inside the world
I can't wait till the sundown
I can't wait till the world is kind
Till I'm long long gone and out of it
I'm over her, no more war and art over sodom
And stardom as startuduat
Like I said, you started it
Will you rot you blossom corpse
No wonder white people fucking hate us.
I saw a black dude on the train. Today with his dick in his pocket.
And he was holding it, too.
With his fucking grip around it
Like it was a fucking animal.
Man some people are so fuckin wrong
The Real versions come across a parallel reality's version of themselves—who by some chance, also happened to cross paths with each other—however—this band of miscreants are HOOLIGANS—unruly lawbreakers who cause chaos, confusion, and trouble to the good people of
I will fuck your socks off— and sell them back to you!
But the socks will cost you.
Were and could be again…for a price.
JOHN OLIVER IS MAD BRITISH.
I TOLD YOU, I WAS A WITCH DOCTOR!
WHATEVER! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A LATE NIGHT HOST!
WHAT IN THE [BEEP}! YOU'RE A WIZARD?!
OF COURSE I'M A BLOODY WIZARD–WHAT THE HELL DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU?!
ANOTHER LATE NIGHT HOST–OR WHATEVER!
“OR WHATEVER” I'M A WIZARD–
Keep your pretty white girlfriend.
I want to see those eyes come through
They are the scariest thing ever.
I can't listen to Drake on my loud speakers bro.
That shit makes me feel like a whole ass basic black girl.
Sometimes you gotta distance yourself from the “yassss” birds.
I saw this one comedian performing—
Well, I think he was a comedian.
He wasn't funny to me but,
He had like 710K followers
And he was really really pretty.
I had to notice that, because as imm listening to him preform, about 30 minutes into the video—
I was waiting to see if he would make me actually laugh—
As I was trying to figure out how he has 710K followers
And has not made me laugh, not once
I start paying closer attention to him—
He is major good looking.
At first I didn't notice—
“Yeah, make me laugh, boy.”
And then as I start to wonder
Why or how he has so large of a following
I notice he's very beautiful.
And I mean, like mad gorgeous.
“Oh” and as I'm realizing this,
He's saying the punchline to a “joke,”
And as he's saying it, I realize that way in the back,
Like you can hear that they're in the back
Cause the camera is in the center,
And like half of the audience is behind the film crew
, and you can hear these girls are in the way—
Like in the way, way back,
You can hear like a pack of ratchets—
Yes— these must be his die hards—
Not like his homies or anything, but like
He's got this group of black girls like hackling in the back, like clapping hard at all his punches like
And it was funny because his reaction to these girls was like
“I'm—not in control of this.”
Oh, I see how that works, now.
Just want it to fucking stop
So it can just be over with
Not another fucking lover boy
Maybe even the worst of all of them
Because as I exit my prison cell,
I find this dude behind bars—
And now I'm out into the world
But still trapped with this mentality
As if whatever I had before—
Maybe even possibly the worst, lowest existence
Not even God, besides the obvious point that perhaps
The Devil is in the mind;
Not to become victim to this;
But a player in the game.
AND WHY HAS NOBODY DRAWN ON THESE YET,
THEY'VE BEEN UP FOR SEEMINGLY
No fucking sharpie lip injections.
Do you remember that story how Johnny Depp hated his face up on a billboard—
So he went rogue and painted over it?
I don't think it's like that.
—I think it's the opposite of that, actually.
If I see not a one defacing of these posters
With a spray bottle of acetone
And a fucking microfiber rag
If you'll excuse me, I actually have to get going.
JOHNNY DEPP must be going.
he does not know, however, that he is stuck in a movie—which has no definitive ending.
Wait, 30 alternative endings?
Which makes it even cooler.
If you ever blow my mind again like that,
I've been watching a lot of LMN
Lifetime movie network—Why?!
Because this shit is hilarious!
Cause it's not pizza If it's not CHEEZY.
While traditional Thai pineapple fried rice has tomatoes within the vegetable medley, I opted instead for this recipe to use a sauced red pepper tomato sauce glaze to top the dish, for a new school American twist and flare.
½ cup red pepper cup white onions
A bridge appears out of nowhere.
lol why do you have no hair?
Please, don't beg. You are officially decommissioned as headmaster!
This is the minister of magic
I guess, I don't know; I'm just along for the
You know what, let me drive.
Oh, finally—stewie has his own aplorable Boston accent, (hybrid proper English, of course. )
What does that even sound like
The lady working at Trader Joe's was so beautiful to me, I had to tell her.
I loved her Locs, I loved her glasses
So I just had to ask where she's from—
If I really love someone's accent,
I have to ask where their from to try to get there one day;
And then I thought about it for a second,
I had been homesick lately,
And I consider myself from California,
Having spent most of my adult life there
So coming to New York has been like
Living on the other side of the world;
And sometimes that sucks.
But sometimes, and I have realized that wherever you're from,
To get to New York is sometimes a blessing.
She didn't even say yes or no,
Now I'm worried about Haiti.
I was worried about it before;
So JOHNNY DEPP just like excuses himself, wanders out into the street, and then—?
I don't know yet, I'm kind of busy these days.
I'll show you all my scars, huh
This one, she look like the reaper
I just like balls in my face, is all.
[A Classic red dodgeball beams
Is that how you spell it?
Oh. I get it: So my pain is funny to you?
[FINE, IT'S SOMEONE ELSE]
Oh shit, that guy did look just like Will Ferrel, but OLD.
You and I, sir, have a longstanding arrangement.
Would it be more comfortable to–sit?
(Whatever, we'll work on it.)
I need a toothbrush to scrub my brain.
I been swallowed by a whale
I am the Lilly of the the valley
I am the rider of the horse
But I just won't tell it)
What is your deal with the devil.
She knows I have a deal with ‘em.
He's a good old country boy—
And they all believed him,
why the fuck are you freaking out?!
Because I don't know what I wrote.
Where there should be no things
Where there should be no springs
Where there should be no strings
—it's just a static cling
Nobody should have this much power.
(I still don't understand why this happened.)
He must have perfect genetics.
THIS FOOL IS FIXING ME UP TO DIE!!!!!
Ok— so sometimes things go shitty.
My measurements are 34C, 24 waist, and 55 in height.
I couldn't understand why a girl this perfect should have to be selling sex at all,
But I supposed nowadays, all women were prostitutes in some sort of way.
This one's 22 years old and 96 pounds
Men are sick fucking creatures.
Whose fucking child is this?!
Although, you know—I get it.
My mom bought a Mercedes in cash
And I'm still in educational debt.
I just now today realized.
That could have been a college fund.
But she wanted a Mercedes.
It's okay that I'm a bit fucked up in the head.
Something went terribly wrong.
Myself and this perfect girl,
I think she's low balling herself
That's an entire day of my time,
She has a perfect body and two eyes that are different colors,
But I'm a literary genius.
You don't need words to soothe your boner thiugh,
Or show off at a black tie function, do you?
A stroll on the red carpet,
How much does she cost, I wonder?
“I also accept bitcoin, etherum, gold and silver.”
These fake lip hoes is robbin' niggas.
Men are sick creatures though.
I cruise escort sites for entertainment,
Having learned my value as a woman isn't the visual,
Visceral thing men are usually looking for—
Because I've realized that if I too had a perfect body.
I myself would be living in some kind of oppulent, prostitution fuck-hole,
With everybody else in my generation,
And then, probably divorced.
I realized a long time ago that this was the reason my mother
Always hated my body more than I ever could have— which is fine,
Because eventually I inherited this hatred.
I could have eventually grown out of it—
But she couldn't see that.
I was a “nasty fat heifer”
Nevermind that eventually my ex husband would
Think of my hair as nappy, or
That I actually did end up kind of sort of growing out of being
But the fact that it's taken me the entirety of my life to realize my worth as a woman
Would always be defined by that
Of what a man idealized as
Gives me the dismissive ability
To have days where I do nothing,
Cruising escort sites and shipping on Amazon for yoga mats,
Wanting the experience of the world
Without really being beautiful enough for it
[All the black girls cost less
They'll take a butterface,
Over a pretty one that's dark skinned
Valiant, bold, and brazen
In the wings for fortune,
But never met the real Rebecca.
Let's spend $60 o lip gloss.
I just bought a $12,000 mattress.
You can't get any of this stuff on Amazon.
Poverty is a whole damn show.
Poverty is a whole damn story.
Got no bucks for the Whole Foods market
Shopping carts full of old ass garbage
I killed myself 3 times his morning.
POOR SNOOP is still a whole ass G
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BROKE WAYNE AINT HAVING IT
CHRIS ROCK THE METRO TRAIN DRIVER is NOT FUNNY—
(He's still a ladies man though.)
HOOGLI BOOGLI is the reason they fear us.
HOOGLI BOOGLI IS THE BLACKEST BLACK THAT EVER BLACKED.
UNLIKE NIGGLY NIGGA—he is NOT FRIENDLY.
He is the stuff of nightmares.
Two bloodshot eyes on a black backdrop
I sold not state at screen
This shit doesn't make much sense,
How far is antimatter from antithesis?
Is this just a Christmas present
Something something something
Niggly Nigga is friendly…
—he just looks like that.
Don't stand behind me like that, my nigga.
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Enough with these weak dick pussy motherfuckers..
I still got 30 minutes in my cycle routine!
Here you come with your pussy ass punches;
Come on, put some weight in them shits!
Damn. I lost fat Jimmy Fallon.
How'd you lose him?! He's hard to lose!
THE SUPER FAT JIMMY FALLON is trying to slim down; he munches on a chocolate chewy bar (read: eats it in two biles and grips the wrapper anxiously.)
Come try take me out my head
I told you, don't call me that.
Put it on my tab. Listen, this is importsnt!
I think I control my neighbors.
For real. I think they move based on when I move.
You're right! It seems like it.
They got planted baby bell cheeses!
THEYGOTPLANTBASEDBABYBELLCHEESES
I kinda wanna see if Dillon Francis is a dad yet .
I'm tryna see like a tiny version of this.
I would also like tiny versions of this,
don't you ever do that to me AGAIN!
What! I didn't do anything to you!
What the Fox News! Do you have like an exclusive contract with Fallon, or something?
I really can't talk about it right now, Jack.
Hey hey-/ since when are we on a first name basis?
You know what— you're right—
going where?! You have to get me back to my original dimension!
You don't have an original dimension!
The fourth wall has been broken, very broken.
You shouldn't have taken that acid.
don't look at me, God made this playlist.
Ever since I inducted Jack black and Alex Baldwin into the impenatrable ten
[the rims are sloppily hidden under a potato sack “hidden” obviously in the corner.
NIGGLY NIGGA spots his rims in the corner.
HOOGLI, THESE ARE MY RIMS.
I don't know how those got there, man, shiet!
DONT—COME AROUND MY HOUSE NO MORE
LOL HOW DO NIGGLY NIGGA AND HOOGLI BOOGLI SHARE A HOOD?
Cause it beez like that sometimes.
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