The Phenomenon of The Human Experience, Part II

There is a place unlike any other That lives in your mind— And in your heart SIR JYRE! MY LIEGE! Where is C'esme't!? I don't know… Don't lie to me! Why not? It's fun. Is banishment fun? Mine, or yours? Where is she!? [a slight gasp/beat] …my dear nephew— —we're not related— —not by blood… Where is C'esme't? [he pauses for a moment, before turning away to pour a drink.] You should sit. I'm fine, thanks. Drink? [Petruthieo pauses for a moment, reflecting on the previous night's happenings.] I don't drink. (Aware of the happenings) Maybe you should. Where's my Queen? —Is she yours? I'll have you exiled. No you won't. I won't? [sir jyre turns to produce a small golden charm, which swings, sparking at the end of a golden chain. Without hesitation, Petrutheo is immediately familiar.] Where's she gone? You'll either sit, or you'll drink if you really want to know. Petrutheo sits, flushed and defeated. I'll tell you— What is it? I am under strict confidentiality enforcements. How exactly strict She'll kill me—-and you. Gían comes running into the room, flustered. Where is she?! —and him. Ellis Delta and CloudOne join forces to create the yin-yang supergroup, combining mellow EmoTrap melodies with the collisions of acid rock, punk, the house and indie rock, a classic twist on the LSdreamy Acid grooves of the 60's and beyond. The Um, Hello? Hey it's your boss Nah! Fuck that shit! Can you come in? Imm like “how long” He's like “All day” I'm like “Nah fuck that shit” I need the pay thoufh Jesus made me I'm like “Fuck, I hate this place” My boss is like “Can you stay late?” I'm like Ah he'll no, Fuck this place THE KITE HAS CHANGED WHY IS IT SILVER NOW?! I don't KNOW AHHHH, man! Can she see me? Yes. Ah fuck, I hope not. Ok. I think I got the demon out. How'd you do that? I called her You won't understand this but YESHUA. Jesus Christ! WHAT? Hello? Delta - This is a Greek letter shaped like a triangle which symbolizes change in calculus. It has become a favorite word to use in naming things for the occult elite. Delta teams are 4 person assassination teams which usually are secret teams. Delta Forces is an elite unit that operates under the Joint chiefs of staff that is made up of highly trained total mind-controlled slaves. Delta models are slaves whose sole purpose is assassination. Delta alters are alters within an Illuminati alter system which are programmed to be assassins. These alters are often some of the deepest in a system and in a Genie bottle or with Umbrella programming. lol Jesus is so mad. Seriously, though THIS IS CRAZY. Damn. Hey, wait, Ya'll are about to get fuckkt up. Tru Oven roasted beet and kale salad with garlic batatas and “Ya'll fucked up.” ANNIE!!!! WHAT, GODDAMMIT, WHAT?!? ARE YOU FINISHED WITH THE— I'M WORKING ON IT—Jesus fucking Christ. What in the ever living fuck was I just doing, anyway. SUPAC is trying to figure out why *rubs eyes* FUCK. What. I'm still Anne Hathaway. WHAT IS GOING ON. Woah! Woah! OK. Mooooooooo Please explain to me why You're listening to your own artwork As if you've never heard it before! Oh. Because I've never heard it before. excuse me, didn't you write this? [The Festival Project] Presumably. It was the hardest and worst fast of any of them, with no use in trying to explain how time itself had been so unrecognizably shifted, that I actually may have solved and age old question, if not only unlocked by the sheer luck of my heritage and genetics; I had unlocked truth and light, and within my own divine eye, the consciousness of Christ. Christ had become somewhat indifferent if not inhuman in his own martyrdom and sacrifice; his own humanity often jilted by the drastic space between higher consciousness and the lower realms from which we find ourselves ascended from; the ancient land, and now in Holy War; with peace emerging only forcefully however frequently within my own minds eye, the diamond of the Goddess of its own source light. There were then, upon returning, words without words; Fear beyond fear and Greatness beyond greatness In everything and all that I had come to know in this journey; Some left to unremember in the shame and fury in learning of the true evils, the wickedness of man, and the new era which has come upon us to regain light long ago lost, to a God not born of woman nor man, but of serpents. 2. Words I would never wish to speak had been altered, uttered to me within the grasp of death itself at the hands of none other than that which wishes to taunt and beguile my name; That such is, has none at all, for I am all you are and so, you are also given my name, in Love. Amen —have you decided whether or not today is going to be a sunny day, or a rainy day yet? No, not yet. The teacher, through space and time. A writer's journey. Call me over, sweet child, And I'll tell you all about it I'm higher than a kite I'm a bird, I'm a plane, Still flying RIP, that 88 lady The second Bette in my collection Or shall we make it I like slap stick So let's slap dicks— Get it? Hehe https://current.withgoogle.com/the-current/white-supremacy/. I told you today was a rest day “ARREST DAY” get it? Ahaha. White collar, Blue tie What now bitch? Why are you hiding in silence? Another terrorist attack. That's twice since the turn of the season. Your orders, sir? Blow them all off the map. That shit ripped through my heart; Like salt on a bleeding wound Put me on my feet and ready to strike back— As if my attacker were still there, abiding over me, But of course, Just like any weak man— He had attacked, and the retreated, Vanished into the night, Leaving me panicked and out of my mind in such writhing pain That God itself had solemnly sworn, A karmic death, to the attacker To that he who would cause such a pain To one else Would do so to his own Mother, To his own sister And to one's own daughter, And therefore deserved No less than the death that he so feared, As any weak man does fear, Death, And just wish it so upon himself as to disturb the sacred peace and rest of others, amonsgat him who do him no harm, Nor do wish him so, Until it is that he has proven himself Unworthy, by fate of having harmed another, Instilling fear and unrest by undo force; And so he shall remain dead, Without the love or light he seeks Through the facade of wealth, A poison unto himself, And also others You see how that works out? The counter curse works. —so the enemy scares you into submission. They've infiltrated entirely, sir. Their strength is in numbers. Shhh. It's going to be okay. It is not okay. —I'm not okay. You're okay. Are you ready to die? Haven't I already? If you think that— I think a lot— You know, I've got a thing for you. He took a face from the ancient gallery, and he walked on down the hall. Why this one? I thought you wouldn't remember me. I don't want to— So much trouble in this mess. You haven't even seen what I can do yet. What can you do. You went backwards. Wasn't I supposed to. Fast forward. How long? Past— Passed. Sir. This massive wave in immigration is an imminent threat to our homeland security. Whether you want to believe it or not, We've been breeched by masses of individuals of several countries Who consider the United States As hostile enemies . Therefore, the most hostile threat lies Within our own walls, Therefore, nothing and no one is safe They used the funny man as a puppet; But funny it wasn't The homeland was attacked And the Love went up in Teradactles, imbicles, Isiocracy and syncopated synhronistic Synthetic attacks On ancient lands, Retacted Sand on mirrors Sampson, samples Stratocaster, The fans of the puppet man The puppy and the phantom The pocket fences and golden haired everything The American Dream and the amethyst Manifest a man better than Half of the eye opened, A model wanted, A can opener, Bad pasta Stop walking my Dogs for me and Keep serving up Shit on a stick Rather than sidewalks, Stop talking Choke on your own cock, for once Coke bottle figured All I want is a Shut the fuck up Hellicopter to the suburbs Cause god knows The town car Just gets stopped And seraeched Once a month Like we're crossing the border Instead of our old Irish catholic hearts Where's the drama? So far, just a piñata sugar rush A brand new Strap on and sacrament Sands on Adam's Storm story, Informant or Glory imposter You want the God body Bloody, soon stop the First car from running up a hill At the lions paw auction I thought of your first Just to throw you Off the I'm tired, But I got up atm five at night With a lift still in my heart, Sir All for a glass of water They convict trump for the pornstar But not for the plot of What the fuck you've been dying to watch SUPACREE I'll run for president TRMP STOP HER. Straight murder on A God in Utah You want some culture? Sure Shove it up your ass Like you're []'s Prostitute Power to the peephole Turns out dad Is just a fact finder Wind her up Reminder Of black eye liner Cults And lads up ladder Shattered her amethyst Fractured her analysis Splatter It's all cake batter and half hatter monsters Start your start up, fucker The price of water goes up Cause you don't wanna work here! So here come the anarchists from— Fuck Look how hard it is to pronounce some of this stuff, Matt Lowry! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.