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As I flirt with suicide, I realize I am famous and of much importance without being paid for it— People enter my line of sight just to exist, I. (lol) I'm in an existential crisis And this residential area Is under surveillance Psychological violence And terrorism is technological I'm a flight risk But if I die, The devil inside my child l l I digress Will probably profit l l Cause very n*gg*r is a star With two consonants at the end, Okay, We're gonna kill each other Okay The song's almost over Okay, I've got a lot to do to day, Would you throw yourself At the bus Or from under my keychain Okay I got pain in my heart, you know Okay, I'm stuck in the road you know Okay, So I left the door I open To go play darts at the bar And the dog walked in Okay You don't want a bad problem Okay I got a trunk full of bodies Okay, I need guitar lessons Okay— So this table wine calling my name Or what OKAY so we're gonna kill each other Okay Alright Okay So I left the door open OKAY I got a pest problem OKAY I don't want no more problems I don't produce movies I got 12 dollars. Okay, Stop talking Sunlit spells under midnight moon You turned your heart on mine The ocean calls What realm of hell is this, I walk? The devils eyes have found Your world Made of fractions of illusion And robbed Of stardust The light of the cosmos Is here upon lost, With the mark of the crying dollar For it was I who died high on the cross and Yet, did not die at all, So was boarded under rocks, A bolder and slumped over {Enter The Multiverse} Serrated imagery No response server Straight at the begging of the seven years, Was the forager blind, who would become journeyman, Shepard and son of all Who had witnessed since, the oncoming of her arrival. Come, now Ishii. You were a terror. Aren't I now? Let's not forget, there are commonplace errors here, Among the redaction And in all time, It could take years, To find the days Coming toward tomorrow I say you should let him out, if ye know what's good fer ye. I say, you should say less than nessecary, as my patience is shrinking and you, my foul ogre are a lot more pleasant when you're not speaking. Forget I said anything. I wish that I could do that. I used to grant wishes, too, you know. And I'm only part ogre. Hush, will you. Yes I will. [beat] What's the other part? —French. Bitch, CLEAN YOUR ROOM BEFORE YOU TAKE A SELFIE. On God— wtf am I looking at sometimes. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective. © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.