You came to the right guy; as it just so happens, I work at the foundry. What's 'the foundry' I think we're about to find out. But— don't you already know? Ag H—! You ‘work‘ there? Yes, I ‘work' there. The star gets his gun out at dawn to shoot crow The crown dropped to floor, just as sure as the gun went missing The same gun as in window; Same gun as before, Just remember, you're forward— Remember, you're four of them. Oh good, yeah. I

Eyes, eyes— who's got eyes?! Here, I have eyes. I don't want yours. What? Why not?! Eyes, eyes, buys and trades—! The day I met Atticus catticus, I by some strange coincidence also discovered “Toonces” …and however startling it was that they looked just alike, the cat himself had other strangenesses about him that I couldn't seem to shake. The other adjustments were yet to have taken place, but the cat did seem to be armed with a certain spirit,

Welcome to The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Today I discus the list! The magical list that doesn't exists, I also talk about AI, the future of living as well as a peak behind the curtains of human nature. All that and possibly nothing else, I may quit some time and upload my brain into the cloud! Linktree.com/cashleaders Youtube video: https://youtu.be/YE3_-Nt2d7o?si=J61JCVMSREfBYNC5

Once Upon A Coconut Like Nesquik out da can I think it, then I can Need a guru, I'm the man In supply I got demand Need a sample mail it to you I arrive like out the blue dude Do you influence multitudes of groups? Unusual Every day all black Just like I pull up to da funural Respect; I keep it mutual Interests and got intellect, delicable like Ecuadorian bananas in DeLorean Or waffles with some syrup on it Sir up in my stirrups: wanted Not about the gossip But it's possible I'll

JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis. It may even be SKRILLEX. Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads— Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been

Competition at the country club; I must admit I haven't had the habit yet Of psyching out the competition But I haven't even had it yet I'm simply always better and ahead (especially in blind audiences and unpaid promotion numbers) Taking out the competition Everything is tailored custom made and never miss an invitation Simple stocks and bonds You've got more toxic numbers Groms, And undercrossed fingers Simple stocks and bongs You don't belong here But you're locked in as a blonde

Hi, I'm Blū (DJ Ū or simply -Ū.) (pronounced “you”) and you can access my music catalogue on YouTube at https://www.YouTube.com/@thefestivalproject and my new website www.iamu.guru has a little more information about my project. I am also on Spotify, Amazon, and Apple Music and Tidal as well and you can find the links to those platforms on my linktr.ee/codenameblu {Enter The Multiverse} The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] -Ū.

She's possessed by the devil The bitch doesn't have a soul She needs fuel from the source of light She doesn't have her own She's consumed She's consumed She's a portal to the underworld And if you want to fuck with her Then you'll be leaving under earth She's the devil in a costume A Satan in a bad place She says she wants to help you But can't even help herself She's stalking in the corridor A next to murder horror show The whore who stole your husband; But she leave a pretty note

I want to scream at you But even standing at my shoulder length My eye at your chest. You'd be a million miles away Look what I make of you. I have no mistakes left and still The fate of it is that, You have my gratitude, your gracious And yet they eat away At all the things I have And maybe there'll be more of me For now the morbid days are just as caving in as Any other making that we make of it Don't thank me, Just outrank them. Banking on your every moment Effervescent, tragic

I don't want to feel you I don't want to know you I don't want to lay here By your side As you cry At night I don't want to feel you I don't want to love you I don't want to owe you a letter I don't want to decay you Don't you know That I have Already betrayed you You don't. You don't know anything Your pretty little words are just The fear in my heart [The Festival Project ™ ] Turns out, I only sing when I'm sad I feel bad when I'm in trouble Can't escape but have

Yesterday I jogged 3 miles watching 30 Rock. I don't know where I've gone besides deeper in my mind and somehow further from The Rock itself. Maybe I should turn my treadmill facing west. Running in the direction of Queens is bringing me extreme discomfort. This is at the level of functionality that everything seems impossible. I'm tired from the moment I wake up, and yet struggle to fall asleep, even in the earliest of morning when I know the only quiet in the day will come.

Lil bitz I applied for a job as a high end furniture sales person. Then they asked how much experience I had in high end furniture sales. I told them five. “I consider myself high-end furniture.” {Enter The Multiverse} ROBERT DINERO You are you very well behaved. Who'd you get. ‘Science.' Physics? No, it just says “science” Oh, I get it… What's to get. You're in the—ahem— What is it? Special class. What

Suddenly seeing in these sepia tonesStuck up in a glass house But I throw stones Hold up I lost something This brother says stuff like he's not done yet I'm really not the one yet Haven't gotten up yet Long ass nap Like a death coma I regret Roma Only cause I end up a New Yorker More work but yet broker Unless you corrupt Or a stock broker Believe it Thanks for dancing on my grave. That really made me take a second thought to give it another go, So you wanna be a movie star,

I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm

BGI TAPPED Sometimes, I write in Lin cadences Sometimes I pass time with Jim Fallon, I write behind closed eyes and white bars, Pigeons and white doves, While I get made fun of I tried to just let bygones by bygones But I can't cause I miss my son And there's no love in the bottom of class wars And harsh poverty; there's no brotherly love And New York just don't want me here Is this your card?! No motherfucker! Oh. Goddamn. You are bad at this. I thought I was! I told

Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages

To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No

OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū.

It seems, People with money Do sick things To people without it And if Money is evil Then I think This is How they come about it Because I've been good so good And still Somehow I've had to be without it Not for clout But they come around And they love to take the light out Of my cloud, It just seems That the meaner you get The more you make And if this means, That I live below my means My life is a mistake And it's the dreams It seems That make me truly nothing Cause

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