-Out West. | Homesick


-Out West. | Homesick


I feel like that would be a–

coincidence?

No, I don't think so

THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE.

CUNTFACE.

0.0

WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME.

FUNTCASE.

WHAT.

IT'S A DJ–

WHAT!

GROUP–OR WHATEVER.

Harvard;

How'd I do that?

I wonder what else I can get

If I just ask

I thought watch my thoughts

I been bad

I'm a dog

(ruff)


I should watch my process

I been good, nothing lost

I been bad,

I'm a dog.

I been bad

I'm a dog

Woof woof

I'm dog

I been bad

I'm a dog

Jesus Christ

(i been bad)

I was right

(I'm a dog)

I should probably watch my fuckin thoughts

(I'm a dog)

i got beef

(ruff ruff)

I got sauce

Run along

I got lost

I should probably watch my thoughts

Go to town,

I was wrong

Brush it off

I'm a process

Holler if you want

But my collar got a concept

Don't you call my phone

I should cut the fucker off

Gotta member Jon

as i bite the toblerone hey

Cut it off

Hollywood

Talk in code

I should probably cut her off

But the honor

On thy father

And thy mother

Got a couple corn breads

I should cut them off bro

I got a woof of dog's breath

Pick another card

I been bad

I'm a dog

I been bad

I'm a dog

I been bad

I'm a dog

I been bad

He's headless,

He's headless

He's entirely invisible

Oh even this is making sense

In symmetry;

Oh, even this is interesting

Even a Syncronicy

Look here, look here

He's invisible,

even inevitable

Even invincible

He's no longer headless,

He's all suit and tie now

This was the news,

But it might be a noose

And I'm starting to die, now

Loosen the strings, please

Free fall apostrophe,

re

I'm not dumb,

I'm just sick of you all.

Enjoying my title

As long as it lasts

And I'm finally learning

The falcon, the falcon

Finally, something to keep

I want the sauce, not the Viking

The lodestones

And not the gossip.

I want no possibility of interaction at all

I need a recovery

Every day at the gym but the vampires lurking? Come on.

I had a right to m procure me a peloton

One for the arms,

And one for the armor

And sweet chili broccoli

And amour,

And amour

I wish I could die and not rot again

Under the circumstance

Digging my coffin up,

Then burning it.

I got comfortable with earthworms

And learning my heritage

Stolen culture

But still nothing sucks more than

Literature, authoritarian authors

And arthritis

Here, write this

Shure, chuck forward

Lean back in your device and

Conspire to write us a

Kill us, why don't you

I went back to dartford

And Dartmouth and

Where is it I'm going for the tower?

Just duck, it's a bomb shower

Interesting creatures, I gather

Remind me why we're blowing them up again.

You can try to scare her out

All you want

But the modern world is so wrong that

God stops talking

And I stop opening up

For the monsters

Won't you

Just turn the clocks back

Don't turn the power off

I hold more value here

Than all of us totaled up

On the block

Put together

I trained myself out of slavery,

But I promise not to teach the other mongrels

Not to constipate the other world

With solutions

Now, dear

Don't you want to

Stratosphere

Status and all that

Sit and won't you

Read us a poem?

No, AI can't write like this

But I can

I hold the man up for ransom

For damaging my anthrax

You heard!

I'm not as impossible as my apostles

Imbicils

Now where was I?

Nowhere those others ought to be;

I set fires after walking amongst them three days

With my heart out

Carrying all like sponges

The sickness and curses of the earth's world upon us

Flowerbeds of styrofoam

Products with logos plastered on us

To be quite frank, Franklin

It burns the heart out

Starting at the eyes

And ending in an oven fire

Are you out the apartment!

Of course, conservative, I barter

Wouldn't it be funny to see me

Dying, skid across the sidewalk in Los Angeles

With no one at all

Blabbering about my heart

Or whatever

Over cardboard

How about that, Los Angeles?

Your dog goes to a borders

As you're on tour

But I've been pushing shopping carts

Waiting for the rainstorm to take a shower

Praying for the big wave

To wash us all out

So my

Beachfront property

Comes down to market value

And I buy it on my food stamps

How are ye?

Bad, doctor

I've run away again

And the rabbit calls me Alice

But I promise, I let half life's over

Hours when I washed my socks on

Harpists

I'm pissed off like you want me, I promise

But I'm no political revolution at all

Until I'm murdered by my own gun

Then someone might bark—

I meant borders for books

And you love your dog more than my person

So I love your dog more as a conciousness

To you I'm nothing

To him,

I'm possible love

What a remarkable mirror

We cancel out each other

You love your dog more than me

I love your dog more than I love you

I'm sure of it,

Then,

I'm an afterthought

And because I'm an afterthought,

I chose your dog

Rather than to be shamed

For looking

However your eyes saw me;

I never saw you

I saw your dog.

What a wonderful talisman;

Wag the tail a bit.

What's up with you and the hosts?

I don't know, but I'm 30 years old

And it got hard and dark,

And I'm dark skinned with odd thoughts,

And I find this all remarkable enough

Not to remark

I think the networks are testing my malleble

I think there's someone stopping my unstoppable

I think they're trying to shame me for Fallon

But honestly, after that

You all can have him

Is fandom is rampant,

I call it a Skrillex,

I showed them a four sided photo box

Made of mirrors

And I'm nearsided

And fightsighted

And heart spoiled

And notes ransom

And really trying to hide in New York is like

Calling closing your eyes

Being blind

“I can't see.”

I want to die

And hope no one remembers me

Or else I might end up

Like poor Johnny

Conformity and control

Is that all you folks want

Believe it or not

I'm on your side

With a golden aura

Warning you not to shoot

Or I might go again

Forming to something

You love even less

Than us poorer dark folks

With imperfect bodies

Something you loathe even more

Than the robots you worship

More than the words

That you made up

And the forgot

More than the poles apart

You continue to blow up

I'm in the neon galaxy in tirades or glass

With my arms up shouting,

“I'm an immortal,

You shoot, I'll grow stronger!”

You put the devil in my neighbor for what?

But I write stronger

Right wing

You out the devil in my mailbox

The devil in the eye of the beholder

And I behold nothing

Longer

I live in a trash can

Not one symbol purchased

But all I have

Is all that I found in a dumpster

And all that I do for love

And still no love loves her

I swore I had a cat here somewhere

Look, you better catch her!

Rabbis possum wombat

Who bred that catastrophic

Had to happen in captivity

Monsters

Who are I now?

Monumental

Don't want to go to the trap and be laughed at

Don't want to run

Because I can't stand you

Don't want to

Look,

I'm in lockdown

But how many of us now are hassled

By the same land grant?

How many terrorists we're hired

Just to make me die

And still I wonder

What the taste of water

Is like

All I've got are these

Vestibules

Miniscule

And still you were seeking to survive our wrath

Despite the many times I warned you

To find another planet to destroy with

Apartheid?

Still I warned you to go ahead and die

Because there is no safe as shadows watch

Close shaves and cameras eye

I was designed to want

But never touch you

Now that's a knife I'm happy to run across this artery

Due in part to the wife

And a life otherwise lived

Just to die

Over and over

With no shock value

And no portal

Past a world where

Again, I become

No longer wanted

It has been long since love

And so long in fact

I almost forgot what love is

Until,

In the eye of a dog, I was

And washed over my body in birds,

Trained to seek,

But not to find

The wanderlust in Pendergrass

Or, are you still a serpent

Serive past

And all I want are tropics

Cool winds

Clear waves

Surfboards

No politics,

No lovers,

Suits and ties

Chatterboxes

Silver screens or silver foxes

The dye captures

Soon I lost a son

Who doesn't know a mother

There it goes again

Business cards or care packages?

Get a job,

New clothes,

Or of course,

Visitation

Salutations, good riddance

Can't wait to be rid of this

Images world and

Vanity

Models

And perfection

And bodies that don't love

But certainly in any other way

Don't want me

Darian 14th B

The is the part that I throw the bazooka over my shoulder

And run with it; please no blue suits! this is bullshit!

Why is the Hudson yards always a white lower movement?

Revolving doors and pinstripes

I pay less attention to whatever's dressed in blue,

I'm an object of affection

Just as much as Equinox is

Raise the price or forget it

Another mention

Nothing worse than a mistress

But I missed my original sin fix

and just then the sewage hit.

(!&. Is Manhattan Cger all. 8.'g if

I've got a secret, a dirty little secret.

No. Get out.

Ohw, What! C'mon.

The Window closes, then opens again; the window reopens and another attendant looks angrily out of the space in the door.

…hi.

Herro.

[It is a chinese man]

Um…I've got a secret a dirty little secret.

NO. YOU GO.

But i've got the password.

YOU GO NOW.

Yeah,

We're already here

The villains on brigade

and with your every move

You're gone before you came

Yeah,

We know everything

BASTARD!

the magazine article was befitting, if I realized the roles Ms. Drew Barrymore had always played, and this was not that.

He humiliated me on my own fucking stage!

At all.

Oh, is this another one of those—

I hate him!

Calm down!

I hate him. I want him mutilated!

Sweetie, I—

Don't sweetie me!

—no, I want him worse than mutilated;

I want him cancelled.

Now you're being irrational.

(Irrationally)

I'M NOT BEING IRRATIONAL.

Drew.

DONT CALL ME BY MY NAME RIGHT NOW.

Drew.

Hm?

You can't cancel the tonight show.

Mm. Maybe not…

[beat]

But you can cancel the host.

DUNDUNDUN.

How are we still on this storyline?

To be quite fair, he's one of the only actors in the series in every single season.

That's—true— but still.

why are you bothering me?

I'm not.

You are.

Oh!

You'll never believe this.

What.

She actually has a barcode tattoo on the bottom of her foot.

Okay. That's creepy.

And it actually scans.

You carry around a barcode scanner?

It's an app!

Gross.

It's not gross.

It's gross.

Look. This is the website where it took me.

Your girlfriend's weird foot secret barcode tattoo?

It's not a secret. She let me scan it.

Gross!

It's not gross. I'm pretty sure that's why it's there!

Ugh.

Look at this—

I don't want to fucking look at your—

Just look!

See.

Oh.

Yeah.

Wow.

Yeah—

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