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Everything over there Sounds extracurricular Particularly caricature of particle exteriors The network owns that man I can never see past that Subliminal messages on the wire His spare time is dollar signs — I live wire Cut the line Ten Jimmy Fallon's for Dollar signs More wordless songs, heartless Pray for mothers and fathers Sons and daughters Sisters and brothers (I'll see you never) Doses of blow Sermons phrases Words and flows Pillow talking to no one Bet it all on a lost dollar And broken condom For crossword Puzzles and Got no passwords at all Move forward BOOK IV: Death Serious sound off If the flicker of a flame in silence Can gather my frustrations Than who am I To call this my turf My Father, I Am Finding Fallon Family Ties Gallons of water From Amazon market “Don't do that” Programmed show, Of course “Don't” was the word That mean “go” In the first place Broken fingers And golden rings Tap water rashes And food rations Rash guards And Canned laughter for hire Who am I though Even to “Don't” —just write this? I am Though At full frontal At full fault For my honest words And honest thoughts In a workforce of Robots And race wars And harsh doors Full stop signs I passed go on too many Occasions though I can't laugh— It's not funny, but had to be scribbled down Somewhere goddamnit My notepad is all backed up My actual passion has no turnover Pancakes, tho. I don't owe it to anyone To stay up until Monday Suffering All the day long I just lost God Your house is dirty-/ You love God I'm dirt poor But I love washing my dishes And being called nigger —my home's spotless; I just got it What's a grandfather To Father Time And hard karma Besides credit karma Try me down for a size Turn me down for a change I'm an hour a minute A medical problem A world war starts At the sound of motorcycles And illegal migration At the cost of an entire nation of slaves While senator makes top dollar To haul on your daughter For orgasms And bottled water Bitcoin And join investments Infestations of fungus in projects And black mold where You can't have that (—and time and a half.) My washing machine broke When Donald Trump went into office My dryer was fixed when addictions and short attention spans depended in Kamala for commas Goddamn If I was as bad at math as I am at laying down for lunch I would have four sermons under the surface of this Sunday's short service Reversal for curses from short dicks, Could come recommended I'm almost retarded from the sound of motorcycles Seriously, stop it It's a simple kitchen staple to pray for earning a body Instead of exchanging bodily fluids and company for it If I don't get a tummy tuck I'll probably kill myself (No truer words were ever spoke.) I might as well summon the masses for the next cooking class If I abide by the rules your next wife is my idol. Welcome to my humble abode though: no one's home. Welcome to the office Take your shoes off at the door And power off your phone —cause Amazon's stalking us. I'm not taking your ibuprofen I generated your practice happenstance in general hospital to get a medical procedure out of this immortal augmented reality in Subliminal messages. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.