[roses.]

I see what you're on about

All out of automotive

Misery and mystical mistresses

Misdirection, misrepresentations and.

—mister you're into some sinister shit,

But I pictured it different

Consider it rhythm your interest is simmering in

Glistening instances dancing as angels in my headaches

Dressed as construction workers

Any difference it makes it's latent,

Simple

Listen into signals intercepting into intermission

Admissions of omissions and redactions

Oh to be your forever

The Masterful mystic is at it again

Fly Peter Pan, Fly!

Go Jimmy-O, Go!

Get Carson, Get!

Alright, this dude has the coolest job in the world.

Nice.

He must have died.

(With a lisp)

He's on ice cream.

What.

Yep.

Yesth.

Watch out

It's the bad touch

With the good guy

And a late night

On a long couch

Try the dad jokes

And the slap stick

That's a good job

And a big dick

Oops

What a career,

For a carrier pigeon

[You can't be serious with this, esh]

This cant be infinite, is it?

But it is

Forget to explain it all

Over the ante, that

Oh God,

For the sake of the art

Dear God, Nancy—

You're the luckiest lady alive

The guy

The dimples

The eyes

The life

The style

The slide

Can I die, yet?

Can I just lay down and cry yet?

I might,

It's way after midnight

I like the sound of a bullet touch

A stolen cheek

The subtle rush of a

Sudden fling

The market price

Of a custom ring,

The song I wrote

Or the poems you sing

So please don't leave the TV

You're sleeping with a blonde

I've got my mind on dying mine bright as

The title

1985 to idol eyes

On American idol

Calm the cold down

Stalk the mirror

Here and here

Both clear and near

Is here and Bearr,

But everywhere else is just—

Suicidal.

(I don't want your dick, I just want your job.)

Now,

Call Carson up

Says

The curse in reverse

Osmosis Joneing

To watch this show

Not to know you

Go home

Or go figure

Go gold

If the goal was just Taylor

Then I'll see you later

Amen

Don't forget to pray away the day

You've just created

Hand to mouth

Here's a heavenly house

And the mouse just shaking

Take down the stairs

It's starting to scare me

The dare

On the heron, heroin

Heroine mare for the Mayor

Okay, here's the player

The game is

This disfigured imbicile,

Ignorant Indians

Indifferent indegenous

Genius, without a friend

Or penis,

Without a name of

Species to befriend

In pieces

Once again,

I said

I loved him

So it makes sense if it is

A glimpse at the pictures

A get together with friends

A spectacular special,

And get this

Creative intelligence

Intellect, individual inception

Attention deficit and

Genetic attraction

Damn,

That's a handsome man

Now, how can I have that?

The Title—

The title of show

As if

That demographic

Would laugh

At a black man

I must be

Cause trust me

My pants don't come in

Half sizes

It must be a sign from the heavens

I've just had my time done with and over

It's done

Suddenly, I was angry…

Don't eat in bed.

Don't tell me what to do.

(I really don't like eating in bed…)

Fuck it, it's too late.

Not at myself, not at Jimmy Fallon— but angry.

The astonishing part about it was,

I didn't even know why.

Well, first of all, I just sat through an hour and a half special, and I have realized that I am not a fan of this guy.

No?

No.

I like his face.

Huh.

He's the right body type.

Wait.

Good hair.

Uh huh.

Long, weird nostrils.

What.

That is a nice nose.

Yeah. It's aviary.

I get that.

And—

Wait.

What is it?

Was I just—

I was a very sad, very fat very broken 18-year-old girl.

Oh great, this again.

Always this.

A married man. How could you?

I couldn't! Didn't I made that clear!

What. He seems happy.

Yeah, on TV.

He looks fine

That's his job.

—and goddammit, he's good at it?

—and goddammit, he's good at it!

14 Faces, Lewis Del Mar

Okay, it's pretty safe to say that is not just one guy.

-Su.

Come on, Jim.

Why?! What?! I can't! My parents!

These are not your parents!

What?! What do you mean?!

I'll explain later—

—what?! Look!

That's my mom—

And that's my dad!

That is not correct.

Oh, I get it—

What. What happened.

So he's like—

An old soul, right?

Kind of.

Yes.

Not that old.

Old, though.

Suddenly, the anger turned to sadness, and tears welled up in my eyes—

No, don't you dare shed a tear over that man.

What are you?

Once, an obedient lap dog,

Now poised and poached over me,

A gargoyle, though picturesque and statuesque

As if drawn from an angel,

The guardian of the night,

Who watches over my heart,

Calms the raging rivers of my wishes,

Set boats to my dreams,

Blows wind to my sail,

A bassinet of hope

Really dog, Jimmy Fallon?

I don't know. I don't know.

It was too late, I was already in love—

But at a safe enough distance that it had become, in its own way, a guardianship of sorts—and it had run deep enough cut, but not scar, and even perhaps bumped up enough against my heart to bruise, but not be broken; I would have to let it run its course, and as it would, I would for show go everywhere I could within that realm; I simply could not be trusted, in my own mind, not to bond with such that had found me in the dreamworld. In the spiritual realms of such remained only as hidden as they each had been, out of sight, but ne'er out of touch, or out of mind. A strange but hearty love, a burden, as were the others—and so I knew it was good, but mine alone, left to wilt, withered and weathered as the time drew on.

A quilted touch, a wandering whisper

To glassy eyes and hunted hearts

A crossbow, arrows sigh and wonder

The target marked, a sign of stone

Bewildered, the beast of burden

Fury, upon the alter

Aware, agape, agahst

Above you,

Wallowing in holy grave and matrimony

Sermon psalm, clary sage

Simple words,

Semper, the sound

I suffer not to know you;

A kindness

Dog's paw atop a stolen mantle

Pray you, I

Hear now, this;

To love is but a service

I shall keep to own a desire,

So shed upon the willow, to weep

Forgiveness, over ye

Cherished gentleman

DAMN. Who the FUCK are you.

Wordless warrior,

Come now,

The hour of desire strikes with night

And hallow tide,

The idol,

Set to barrow,

Barron wonder—

Seek now your truth;

I give not one but two

Of all you prey,

Of Ayer, amber,

Silver, set upon a stone

Casket of crowns, preach thee

Pray you I, gathered now

These in here,

We are above,

That is also below you

I'm gonna need some time with you.

Great. Now I have to be perfect.

So be perfect then.

Fine.

Great wind,

Fall upon us;

So sweet with will that I,

Ye, a mere stone, might stand

What.

Jimmy Fallon?!

I…

Yeah!

‍♀️

DEADMAU5

It's okay. I can handle it.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

-Ū.