IMAGINE.

Why is he so perfect And I even more of a ghost, than he ever would be –the hanged man What's another world Or the word on my shoulders Who better than God to belay me Betray you Atreyu Tell me Mr. Pretty Perfect Face if we could be at heaven's gates The day i finally hang or fade away (The hanged man) What's it like To be loved To fall in love To be loved like that How's it feel To fall in love To be loved at all What's it lke To be loved To be loved like that To be loved like that What Is it like To be loved At all? What is it like To be loved like that To be loved like that To be loved like that To be loved At all the proscenium Love at the proscenium, A memory award of such To know the difference from The right, the left Protagonist of all Denumiere of none, To live in fear of a world Once thought to be One To go where you want me to; You know I can't do that But that thing in your back To the left of the president Must have been an attack I want out of my body Eyes roll to the back of my head Like they ought to When i'm thinking of you, And i'm thinking of blue things I'm thinking of blue days I'll think of a few ways to Love The sound of a kiss Your hand on my neck The arch of my back The taste of your tongue I just ate twelve tacos though God, I hate Vince Vaughn Reminding me of all that I don't want And already gone through Pretending this selter is alcoholic and knowing it's been years since I touched soda but carbonation is quite the sensation after years without it Now i've forgotten, also How having sex is. THe ghost came back But that thing in his back is attracting me I'm a wreck I went backwards I'm hacked and i'm back on my books Something felt bad It went harder than honest the trackers are all out to hurt me They call themselves starrs Now the scars i've got all light up when I fall in love And my ex hears the laugher And rips it away using demons on motorcycles I try not to be happy, Cause then here comes someone to stop it I better not fall in love, Someone's possessed with my son I guess I just got back from surfing I showed up at the Oscars. I just decided I don't want a daughter. I'm good. Heart shaped box I'm at least half a man; Which one do you want? Which thing do you need Blacked out drunk Don't remember doing the CAPTACHA I want to start drinking again But i need a babysitter And someone to fuck afterward. I'm wild bro; I can't hold my liquor, And i don't trust myself. Actually, I can hold my liquor just fine; I just don't trust myself –and i definitely don't trust these niggas. Nirvana is good for montages God, I just want to get sauced up Lost, And not talk about this project at all just mash parts With God bodies Now Cobain I know the ride you're on Turn the page and you're an alien Guess future fame just came and went And here we are again The words you spin The gold, diamond, and spindles Spend dinner with kisses and coaxes In coat closets No Messiah I am but a martyr this sacrifice, hands on the cross and blood on the alter All you pretty girls don't know what it's like to be ugly And unwanted All the ugly girls are stuck settling in loveless heartless I'm stuck here with concepts A literal genius Who nobody wants, besides darkskins And my ex husband So fuck that Where is David Letterman, anyway? Letterman, David –wherever he wants to be. Fishing. Lets hope– What the fuck! You missed it! What the fuck! You know what? I know what it is. No you don't. I know what it is. Maybe we shouldn't. Maybe we already did, and we should just backtrack. Backtrack! Backtrack! Fucking Shapeshifters! Fuck! Listen, kid– No, I'm not listening I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. No more secrets! Do you know this woman? Before: You don't know me. Yes. GODDAMMIT, WAYNE. What the fuck. WAYNE BRADY WHAT THE FUCK. FINALLY. NO. GET OUT OF HERE. GET OUT OF WHERE?! WHERE IS THIS?! WAYNE'S WORLD. NO. NO. NO. NO. I don't even know what that's about. Did you put the –No. Well, what about the sauce, did you finish the sauce. no . Finish the sauce. ShutUP Finish the sauce. UGH. Oh man. What, what happened. I just saw how it ends. For–what? Nothin For what. You know what? What? I gotta go. Where's my Gun. What? What gun? TIA! What in the GET OVER HERE [TAMERA] Damn, so like “Twin Teleporthy” Oh SHIT. SO you're telling me that's my– UNCLE. UNCLE. UNCL– Alright. Shut up. Fuckin pussy. ROUND TWO: FIGHT. AH. GODDAMN. GOOOOODDDDDAAAMN. There's a round 2?! I guess so. What happened in the first round? I don't remember– I do. MEANWHILE: here , kitty kitty… [joel aka the actual deadmau5 is trapped in a cat or something] Or SOMETHING. Oh no, isn't he in someone else's body and they're looking for the cat. Something about a cat. They're looking for the cat. Why, what's the cat do? I'll tell you later. I told you this wasn't a good idea. It was a great idea. Until it wasn't. “UNTIL IT WASN'T.” Gosh. Shut up. I don't think i should do this. You shouldn't do this. Right. Just–stay sauced, bro. Alright. Damn dude, what is wrong with that guy? Something. I don't know. Bitch, i'm a problem Everybody hates me Gotta pour my heart out Gotta put my hat on Long walk in a cold war Long run in a hard part of town Bitch, i'm a rockstar. Don't talk too much Don't say a word, girl Actually, shut up (You know i'm a problem) Don't talk to much, Shh, Don't say nothing Actually, shut up You know i'm a problem You know i'm a problem Shut up Bitch, You know i'm a rockstar You know i'm a problem Shut up, Bitch You know i'm a rockstar You know i'm a problem, Shut up Bitch You know i'm a Bitch Shut up You know i'm a Bitch, shut up! You know i'm a problem You know i'm a problem You know i'm a rockstar You know i'm a problem You know i'm a problem You know i'm a rockstar What did you just say? Nothing . Get over here you fugly little sandwich and say that to my face! …did you just call me a ‘fugly little sandwich'? I just did. [beat] I'm not arguing. Oh, come on! *shrugs* Whatever. *fucks off entirely* Legs and eyes and the ocean of ears Swords and hearts and the luck of the draw Cones on cods and a car full of dust Bottles on broads and the lost of the oars of untrusted All of a sudden, I'm human A whole kitchen table Nonsense it calls to the others I wanted So that's what's up with the time, (This is always) How's your eye? How's your mom? She's still dead. I still love her. It has to be a man, You ought to know; I've got a handle on it Talk about a number Talk about a God Another lone wolf Talk about the doctor Where's your contract Cut yourself over it Talk about a monday Honest, God I told another story Car Phone: Stop it Contracts! Woah. We're stuck in a holding pattern The old ghost of Carson showed up I loved him, I thought That one's done, I'll need another actor Pause for laughter Is that your tell, Or your telegraph? Is that a song or a paragraph? Is this legit on the lawn Of the Grand Ol Oprey? Are you a God, Or a Man Either one: Just show me WOAH. Carphone: Stop it: Contracts! Yo. It's over I don't give a fuck about a fountain, yo Just dance around and make me laugh What else would I want from ya? Nothin The back of this dollar is golden It's over! It's over! WOAH Carphone: Stop it I love you, Buddy– Woah I'm not your buddy Blow up the carphone Blow up the car, Cause here comes Hollywood Hey Hoe! I AM NOT A HOE. I'M THE OPPOSITE OF A HOE. YOU'RE A HOE. There he is. Get him THE SHOE DON'T FIT THE SHOE DON'T FIT. What if business is pleasure your power, my love, gets me off I don't want you for supper I surf in the soup Pull the tupperware I want to be cordial And loved by the whole of it Everyone, Even your mother I want to be on the non-dairy dessert tubs I want to be rubbed by a husband no rubbers No calls from the network Nobody to bother us Where exactly was I buried in the woods at? You're good, dawg. You're good, yo. You're good, God How about a rub and tug? Then crank out the Carson? I've been so obsessed with the tube and the tube socks Since two tuesdays ago I can't see you anymore. Whatever, bro. i broke up with you first. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.