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.
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
[The Festival Project ™]
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.
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
I—
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
I—
Belt Buckle
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
I don't—
Belt buckle—
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
Okay.
I—
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
I—
Belt Buckle
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
Belt buckle.
I don't—
Belt buckle—
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
In
To
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,
I,
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
And she
And she
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}
The Complex Collective ©
[The Festival Project ™]
-Ū.
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