Be Here Now ∆ Track 02. long drive.

Suicide is not a mental illness When the world is a disease When the motorcycles go, So will the warm weather. It's almost as if I should not have ever tried to live at all. Smells like bacon. Do you miss it at all? I miss thinking I had ever been loved. Turns out that was all false. Love is all false. God made my body all wrong. The world is simply just a computer, gone corrupt. I was never loved, and never truly wanted. Of course— The literal definition of fucked up. besides my lost fortunes, Literary works kidded from the eye of the public— The sun I forgot —I'm a literal fucking genius. Still, no one seems to care; The world does not run on genius. It runs on consumption. Impulses. Stupidity. EXT. NEW York City, NIGHT New York City. The great melting pot. So melt already. What if I don't want to. What if what I crave is fresh cut grass, home made pie, and good old American fucking English? It might be too late for that. I'm just the same as anybody else. But instead of twiddling away at my phone searching for some sort of social validation or false sense of security from the outside world— nothing more than a programmable bot fed by the media….for none other than consumer purposes. Some mind numbing, brainwashed hazard of a toxic waste dump, ravaged by war both destructive to the psyche and marked. The stupid people deliver the drugs to the slightly less stupid people with slightly more money. A pecking order I could almost never stand to be apart of— However Hi— Order for CC. In my case, I can afford the groceries, but not the rolling cart to put them on. Uh… Are you Xing? You don't know if this man is stupid— He could be a doctor. He very well could be. Earlier: Be a good girl and say: “Thank you, and Good Night” Thank you and Goodnight. That's wrong. Again. I'm an obedient subordinate. Your will is good, but mine is still stronger. My conscious must be getting the best of me. I warned you this wasn't going to be easy. Transference. I've been recently promoted from Delta Alter. The circumstances have become quite dire and the full purpose of my mission unclear. You should have kept more secrets. Any more secrets and I might have exploded; Any less and you'd have ended up dead. Am I dead, or just a spark in my mother's eyes yet to be born to another world? You seek abandonment, and instead encounter chaos. You're unremarkably talented and the irony of it is that it's worth the remark in the first place. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors. What are they? Arthur. A top level sorcerer. Higher up in the hierarchy— Almost at the top. Almost. PAUSE. I told you getting a preworkout with the lionsgate logo on it would lead to bad blood. Maybe bad blood is what it takes to be a good man. What?! ALRIGHT. UNPAUSE. dammit, Sunni— give me the channel changer! Damn. This just got meta… or is it cannon? Apparently, it's John Wick, but with a black woman. Who the fuck would watch that? CATWOMAN Excuse me? Wait, which catwoman? Both of them. I don't give a fuck. HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE Well. Can she fit the outfit? Probably, but there's another problem I might not have mentioned. If she can fit the outfit, she gets the part. Previously on..: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE, LEGENDS. [Literally eats entire box of Cheerios in one sitting. ] God, that's awful. I am…finally. [literally burns off an entire box of Cheerios in one training session.] I love these montages. Finally, peace and quiet, Let us pray. LET US FEAST. Should we watch hot ones? Probably not, yo. I think we should watch hot ones. I'm having a strong feeling we should not. How close are you to being done with the next album. I want cornbread. Okay, so it wasn't the entire box. I saved half for tonight. Wtf it's just pure sugar. And OATS. Heart shaped oats, Fuck. Did we ever let Cobain out of the heart-shaped box? HEY, This is gonna piss off some folks. Whatever. Hey. LET ME OUT OF THIS BOX. I'm seriously gonna slit your throat in the next chapter. I hope that you do that. And then drink the blood after. What is wrong with you. For the most part, just other people. I want to be alone. ALONE? FOREVER. FOREVER?! Yes. So let me guess That means— Rat poison. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.