kks.

I missed valentines,

Easter

Consumer holidays

I had stamps for the aunt

Then I woke up,

They went away

Then again

Consumerism,

Then again

It's just a spending trick

Do you need this?

Gürū delivered

Put out music as Blū Tha Gürū?

Might be easier to find.

I always thought of Blu Tha Gürū as just my producer name— not the name that I would be known by— but -Ū. Was nearly, even the way it was stylized—

WOAH.

—impossible to find. Unless for whatever reason I really was being shadow banned. All of my work seemed almost invisible. I knew there were hackers dedicated to this sort of thing— but then, logically and logistically speaking: why was I being targeted? To whom did I appear important or a threat? And— why allocate precious resources to belittling my efforts? I had tried everything else and was no longer trying to get noticed; I was just making what I was making without a having-to-do with who to impress or for what, but I was still minding my manners…and my business.

I gotta see if anyone made my golden shower joke.

What.

Bro, if you do the whole house in gold does this not include the shower.

There ought to be a golden shower.

Please god almighty if someone didn't make this joke and I have to make it myself…

It is a wonderful time to become a comedian. Probably even the best.

This guy is hilarious. Anybody else think so?

NO.

Oh. Let me shut up, then.

Shh, be quiet.

Kks.

Things move fast in the industry.

New news and new happenings.

Are you or are you not of out caliber?

Non.

Are you, or are you not a reporter

Journalist

Anchorman

Showhost?

apparently, the boat is real .

Apparently,

Give me those.

What.

You lost— give me those.

No. Those are my coins.

Not your coins. I'm the winner. Give me.

What!

Yo! That unreasonably tall leprechaun just jacked my coins.

What!

That's what I said.

These are not my cards;

The third king has fallen!

I've missed christmases, birthdays,

And cursed days

Inside of a helmet

Check the Talmud;

The author are I

Hathor, in living color

No more, word from

Spiderdust fallen

And no one was chosen

The golden number.

But look, I don't love her.

High priestess in the opposite

Repent your oppression.

The withered weather calls for nothing

Are I?

Not one!

Doctor.

Heart of swords

Typical prototype

Insolent intergers

Recently?

Listen, pentagram

I have had you

In another form

But ugly in the one I lost

With luck your daughter cometh forward

With work and towards the dumb apocalypse

Listen, shattered soldiers

Be you weakened my my fury

Doctor

Chaos

Springfield

Listen here, your art

Has come apart at us

The radio tower

Radio tower

Radio cities

And radio tower

Radio tower

Radio frequencies

Radio tower

Ephiphany!

Promises!

Sir Jyre!

Primroses.

I give you my artform.

Or none.

Or artword.

Will you?

Starfire.

And then some.

Has he wakened?

Chatterboxes, chatterboxes.

You are a psycho.

Where did you get that word from.

…the lower realms.

I like it, what means you?

Nothing hither left to succumb.

Then.

I are— psycho.

Well. Close enough.

Why I love white peopl:

White people words.

Scadattle.

Banboozled.

Finagled.

C'cxell Soleïl