[0011.]

C'cxell Soleïl is here, sir.

What?

She's here sir!

Why?!

THE GENERAL has only just sat down for supper— now, in the early evening, the room has been refreshed in tones of maroon and gold trim; candles which match the fine tablecloths and linens and longer candlesticks of white

The room changes while youre in it.

Of course. The whole place changes around you; it has to stay hidden.

THE LIBRARY itself only exists within a magical realm; though portals have situated themselves throughout space and time, interconnecting with the mortal world— its layout changes intensely rapidly, especially depending on who is inside. Though appearing small from the outside entry points, the inside is a massive network— a literal palace of rooms, halls, and places from which the games of this secret society are played. These are entirely older-than-imaginable beings, barely in human form— to carry out certain aspects of the immortal world into the modern times; magicians, keepers of ancient knowledge, and certainly dieties of sort are often here amongst each other— and most importantly, amongst themselves. It is a house of mirrors, mazes, and obstacles.

Why would

Jimmy lock the Jimmy

In a Jimmy?

I don't know, Jimmy.

Very well, Jimmy;

I ought to know Jimmy conspires once,

Jimmy conspired, once with Jimmy

Aspired twice to become Jimmy

revoked Jimmy's place throughout the ark—

Beyond the stone,

Go, Jimmy go,

Before I awake—

So much for Jimmy, I

Jimmy run,

Jimmy folds.

The last thing I want to do is play poker with those old fools.

Too late, you're going.

Are you sure this is regular poker?

…no.

Why else would be it outside our jurisdiction

“Jurisdiction”

Didn't I say to look the other—

What are you doing here?

I was brought here.

By whom!

More like by what.

By what then?

You're impossible, you know that.

THE PIPER has finally arrived at THE GATES OF DAWN.

Release the viper.

Right front of her eyes, I tell you—

Pull up the nine, and the 4 of hearts

Pull into Rome, midnight and call her

Call to the forest, there is no more home for her

There is none, there is none,

There is no more home.

Every time I take him in

I must remember that

His wife and kids are the best thing

That have ever happened to him

As he said

And whether or not the band

Wraps around the bent and broken digit

I just simply remember that,

I'm just infatuated as a friend

I mark it like a mantra

Just as adequately as the director

Calls to action

All the actors at the set;

With no resentments

Were all just doing our jobs

All just doing our jobs

We're all just doing our…

Lessons.

Come back.

Not quite.

It's not

(Uh)

There

(Where you want it)

Hold on.

(Yeah)

Sit tight

(Where)

I don't want to spoil any of it

Boil all the letters

Burning all the bridges

Sitting at the forest

(Where)

There's the alter

(Where)

Really you didn't recogniz

The moment when it happened

But it's been pinpointed

(Where)

—but where is it?

Cut to commercial

But don't let it hurt you

All of a sudde. My eyes aren't his,

This isn't witchcraft

It's just a glitch

Did you miss an interview

Or is it that you're just disinterested

Or disintegrated

Itergretion, intergers and interference

Running backs and runners,

Gymnasts, models, other lovers

Alcoholics

Now it's not so daunting, comic

I'm also sort of off and autistic

Obsessive with narrow vision

But glimpses of the ever bending present

Is indeed a gift

To know I left the letter

Letting it get soaking wet

Before they ever even read it

Know the news,

Wave the wand,

Wind the whales,

Dig the hole

Burn the bridge,

Burn the ace

Throw the cards,

Get the day over with and won't you know

There's

Something wrong

I think it's simple to tell

The wind will whistle when It's good to win again

There are

Ten men to a collar

Ten phones to a number

One call to a voicemail

And all of them know her

Now, take it all back before the bathwater stagnates

Would you make it in this day and age?

No,

I'm glad that you hate me.

4,000 years later and all of a sudden

The pact is clear and consise

As if

As it

As if

Turn it on its head a bit

And light another candle

Get the glitch out of your

Obsession with the asshole

And wrap you head around it

Found a sweater

Pick it up and pray that it just

Isn't bewitched,

But sickness is sickness

Whatever it is

This is comfort food

A comfort blanket

If I hate myself enough

Then all it does

Is put the elf back on the shelf

The trophy back inside the case

My eyes go back inside my head

And everything I ever thought

Just stopped

And dissappears into the heavens

Wherever it goes

Before it gore

Around and and around and around and around

4,000 years, and now we're here:

The mirrors

Man and Mr.

And it might be snother million years

Until I see to hear

But this and that,

The dance of dances

Comes again

And ebbs and flows

It's not as random

As it is sporadic

And it's not that deep

But it's also keeping secrets

That precede this realm

Or Space and time

Or name or face

And body, souls and mind.

It could be another million years,

But it comes around,

It comes around

It could be getting wider,

But it's steady going down and out

It comes around when it comes around

27, were it ended

Now it's umpteen years into the after life

And we're shadows now

Just projections of such,

But it wasn't once

More than just a thoughtt,

Becomes a story

All the world was just the thought

And then a song,

The dance that came along

Is simply steady moving

Is simple steady moving.

All of the world,

Was just a thought.

Watch with one eye open only

First the right

And then the left

Covered over with one closed palm

So you know how old you go

One foot forward

And no coals to walk over

Rolling rolling,

Your role is

One off,

Now too off

Now too late

But what you process

Is your whole world over

The goal for the gold?

Oh, no,

Warm Sundays

Try to warn her

While her heart is open

To fucking close it

Keep your friends close

And your Fallons closer.

There's no trust in the golden auras

There's no honor in golden globes

If you don't work for them

Know doors open and close

And open and close

And you don't blow smoke,

But you just keep moving forward

Just the idea if him will kill you

Whether with guilt or otherwise,

And now you know

You're on no sugar till the goal

You got your cake and ate it, too

Oh, the way he cries in the confines of my mind

The blood would curdle

The tears that seared my soul dism through the wall with every color

If his was a shoulder to cry on,

If God was a cover for longing

Yo. Where the fuck did Patrick come from?

He just showed up.

I don't think he owns me so much

As I want to know

I don't think I'm lonely

As much as it's I'm alone

What are you looking at

Well, I don't know yet

What are you asking?

I can't.

There's a mask there

What I want to know is,

What is this pain?

What is this pain in him?

What is this pain in this?

What kind of psychic sense

That lives in my back;

I just hope that's the last of it

What a weird kid.

Do you ever get in the shower and not feel like being wet?

“Ugh, no.”

“Ew, water.”

That happens to me sometimes.

Anybody else?

I realized at a certain point this is probably like a sign of severe hydration.

My body's like

“There's no water on the inside, why should there be any on the outside?!”

I promise is not a hygiene thing.

I love being clean.

I usually love showers.

Just sometimes, I don't know. I'm like, a cat

“No, fuck this.”

Have you ever tried to give your cat a bath?

Try.

Semitus, Semitus

Relax the semitones

Verdis Quo varitus

You still aren't coming through!

Varuq de Adonai

Semitus, Semitus

Verdis Quo, Veritus

You still aren't coming through

Cover up

You still aren't coming through!

Tau Kappa Epslilon

You still aren't coming through

Kappa Kappa epsilon,

You still aren't coming through

Kappa Delta Epsilon,

you still aren't coming through

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