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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