[009.]

THE TREE PEOPLE greet QUESTLOVE warmly into their abode with open arms. He is in awe of the intricate beauty and allure of the hidden land amongst the trees.

In essence, they have been expecting QUESTLOVE'S arrival for quite some time; though he quite innocently only had wandered up the tree, initially to have a break from the wild party below, he in an instant found himself at peace there, and soon his new friends, calling from the peaks of the interwoven world

Oh, lol ‘The Roots' –I get it

Shh. Not yet. We're almost there.

Lil bitz

So I go to tranfer trains out of Manhattan headed toward Brooklyn and I head to the airport be of the platform, cause that's where my car is

And there's this crazy guy like freaking out

“Aghhhhhhhhhhh!”

And everyone is standing away from him, like, at a safe distance, and I'm lik, suicidal like

“Meh, we are the same.”

He's freaking out, he even gets real close

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!””

I'm like

“Fuck it.”

So he's freaking out— and that's not the funny part— “

That's actually very serious— serious mental health problems New York City has—

But the funny part is this dude is kind of realizing I'm the only one that isn't standing away from him, and so he gets closer, I'm like “whatever, my crazy is in the inside, it's okay”

But the funny part is, the rain starts coming, so people start getting closer and up comes this lady, and without saying anything, she sees this dude is kind of close to me and like checks up on me, just naturally—

This is why I love New York, this was a sunny display of human kindness, without saying anything—

She kind of just comes up with her umbrella in both hands like a fucking baseball bat and she's like

“You good? I got an umbrella!” And just kind of smacks it against her hand like a police baton, she's looking down this dude like

“Batter up, bitch!”

I'm like

“Thanks homie, damn! But I'm good, like…

I'm about to jump in front of this oncoming train— that shit's crazy.

This guy's okay, though, he's really not..:

You know.

“I got an umbrella!”

Daaaamn homie! Okay!

The immortal Citezens bigade

The temple of sound

Corpus Unam

It started out st TiTs, but it ended up at TAINT.

STEFON

Isn't it wonderful?

no! This place is gross!

I want to go home now.

JOHNNY DEPP finally wakes up from that nap.

He looks confused.

Which club was it?!

It wasn't a club!

I told you a spade!

But I have four aces

I have four aces

Vegas will all make sense now

Every tattoo is a closure

You lose your composure when you come close so,

Write me a letter

I hope you feel better, with medicine

I hope every note I ever spoke or wrote about you

Pulls your hair grey

Or out

Until it's all gone

I'm sure I'm a problem

I'm no Monroe,

O'Fallon

Suddenly it's back again

Like a flash, I reacted to the paralyzing waves of danger

I sense on every strange aspect of this

Garage lined industrial turned residential

Dumpster to a nightmare

And I'm sure

I'm there

I saw you blew it

And evacuated;

All day my brainwaves are

Will Forte

Leslie Jones

And Dratch

In no particular order,

Last night was a whole show

I had Eddie Murphy over

For Richard Pryor

We all won Oscars,

Is that not the most remarkable thing

That ever happened on this block?

Show people

I got no morals, no decorum

No noteworthy

Toolbox

No trustworthy robots

Not a dollar to my net worth

I own networks, all of them

Merge them all into a media conglomerate

I grow doll hair out of my pretty eyeballs

I don't go where the sun don't shine

So the sun don't shine at

Rockerfeller Plaza.

AHAHA charade you all are

And I'm just Monday

Hot gossip

Just fall out, blossom

Just got hot dollops on a lot of chocolate

Armed library coture

And if you're not sure if or not I've lost it

I sure have,

You won

But I'm all for one

What'd you call it

Rotten mouth show

Rotten acoundrels, candy apples

I tipped four hogs over

Your lost faux of conciousness on

All of the waffles

The Oscar's was the award

Cause

God

Sure

Loves

Conan

Fuck you hospital hoe.

I know

I failed SNL

Before I even got started

Hidden

Silent

Cosmic

Circles

But still

Sometimes

I can't help

But love them all[Liz]

JOHNNY DEPP

… is this the Boom Boom Room?

No, Johnny. It is not.

I asked for The Boom Boom Room!

I saw Beyonce on the ride home

But I don't wonder why were wonderful

I just roll on.

Something like troll under a bridge cause

That's where it is when you wriggle it into your middle finger just to dismantle the antics the candle the hammer the mattress the fell on the family the Fallon the manhole the

Gasp!

See I told you it's a trap.

So why not impale your life on the rim of the holy grail,

Holy hell I skipped supper seven days just to acquire

A cigarette lighter

I see Tina Fey in everything

When it makes sense

And sense when did I get this obsessive about

Nonsense I was just

Never that fucking interested in?

Sitting in the kitchen without pants on

Hair half braided hating my apartment

Like I forgot I was lucky to have one

But what fun is it in a dungeon

When in any direction you escape

You take the L!

I failed at l finger economics

One

Two

Three

Four

Declare

Thumb

War!

And the world keeps going

Like over and ovver,

But those two dumb dumbs

Are still thumb warrig, and so the story goes

On and on

Like I never fell off the roof,

Like I never turned my tv off

Like I never wanted Timmy Turner

Like i'm not about to run a life up my arm

Like I'm lying about the psychotic

Like I can't be anywhere but here?

My circle is bigger

And my friends, are fans

And my fans,

You're a fan of

Hire a lawyer

To fight a white girl

Who slams doors

In the Trump World

No thanks.

I'd rather be buried alive

Then at least it's quiet.

Just be glad you're alive!

Why?!

If I'm not thriving

And trust me as I sit writing

The uglies are warring me out of the world I belong in.

This one is suffering and dollar bills

And whores

And dollar bills

And whores

And dollar bills

And whores

But you'll never know the answer

Without words

And son,

I just don't want to have them

No, I never want to talk about it

Unless you're the Oprah

And why would Oprah even want

To open the apostle up,

When I just told the decoy

Every other problem

I've ever had.

Wonder what?

My words are words,

And long after the world turns over

I'll be remembered as someone everyone loves

For writing about how no one ever really loved her.

So I cry until my stomach hurts,

And I catch the door before it slams,

And I never kick the cat, so the cat comes back

But

Fans

And fans

And fans.

I never kick the cat,

So the cat comes back

And fans

I never kick the cat

So the cat comes back

And I can't hit her

So she acts like that

And fans

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The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū

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