Be Here Now ∆ Track 01. - act one. [Intro] C'cxell Soleïl “The yard woman” ** cat food is approx $21/ month My shrinking belly was almost gone; I would lose the excess quickly, with the new order of pre workout I was expecting to arrive—then, I could lay off of the MCT oils; within my limited budget, my diet still consisted of too many carbs, and I had become dependent on eating grains and high sugar to supplement with my protein. It had been a rough month, and even

'james bond' [Instrumentals For A Higher Purpose, Collection I- 'better off dead.' - track 8] Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū I heard Robin Williams was here. Very briefly, yes. How did you do that? TINA FEY Do me next! lol. (That's not how this works.) (lol.) Season 9! Closer Notes: LEGENDS- ENTER THR MULTIVERSE: LEGENDS The real Jimmy Fallon and the Actual Billie Ellish are trapped inside of each others bodies, along with their ascended counterparts, ancient alien

Chill out. I'm not having a nervous breakdown. I'm out of vitamins And might be suffering from lamentation— I'm not spending any money And my whole life is backed up I like, really need a hug But all these broke dirty brown dudes Remind me of my ex, so No. No thank you. It's not a color, it's an energy. You can be white and be brown— —you can be black and be white. You can be white and goddamned purple. But if the vibe's not right, And the smell is off. I'm

{Samantha Who?} (An Enter The Multiverse Mix) Samantha Newly, the young vice president of a real-estate firm, is forced to start life over after a horrific hit-and-run accident leaves her with amnesia. Got on $300 Jordan's But all three kids are wearing off brand crocs The fuck Get your kids some real shoes Or stop having them INT. APPLEKNOCKERS FLOPHOUSE. DAY. Fuck it, I'm gonna do it. —what else is there? Nothing, really. I knew Fallon was powerful, but not that

I gotta go watch bad girls club, just to find that comedian that looks straight like a Boov. I was almost entirely sure they had to have based that animated cartoon off of that guy. I knew what i was looking at, I just couldn't think of the name. I took one look at that dude and thought. “Oh dude, you must be a comedian.” You couldn't be anything else. …maybe a writer. __ On that note. JLo is literally the most beautiful person ive ever seen in my life–

That was the fastest a document has ever opened up. Jesus Christ, wasn't it? I love God. I just found a purple carrot, That was orange on the inside. I love God. I saw bright white, hot lighting Strike right outside my window— And I love God. Did you do anything out of line today? Nothing that I can think of… I saw a patch of birds that were camouflaged to match the ground perfectly And I love God. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] The

That was the fastest a document has ever opened up. Jesus Christ, wasn't it? I love God. I just found a purple carrot, That was orange on the inside. I love God. I saw bright white, hot lighting Strike right outside my window— And I love God. Did you do anything out of line today? Nothing that I can think of… I saw a patch of birds that were camouflaged to match the ground perfectly And I love God. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] The

As I flirt with suicide, I realize I am famous and of much importance without being paid for it— People enter my line of sight just to exist, I. (lol) I'm in an existential crisis And this residential area Is under surveillance Psychological violence And terrorism is technological I'm a flight risk But if I die, The devil inside my child l l I digress Will probably profit l l Cause very n*gg*r is a star With two consonants at the end, Okay, We're gonna kill each other Okay

An ascended extra terrestrial being with the ability to travel throughout infinite existence within the multidimensional world enters a simulation of their own creation in order to understand the dynamics of its interworkings, and to repair a mysterious series of problems plaguing the world'a inhabitants, in order to prevent the imminent eventual demise of the species and the world in which they live. Sector 12, Dimension Q10 Just be on the lookout; You know these primates aren't safe—

I'm inside of the machine– Santa Monica– As Seen On TV It's just a game to me Life's a beach Skip the tent This ain't Venice (I'm on Celebrity Apprentice) BURBANK. VENICE. WESTWOOD PANTAGES. HOLLYWOOD. CENTURY CITy MARINA DEL REY Lol i might never finish I _ NY cause i'm too busy fucking hating how fucking noisy and rude it is over here. At least it's not homeless and tents under bridges over here. yeah but it's segregated as fuck tho. At least there's affordable

I am the nylon light That sheds Grattitude With kindness To your fortress In honor There's a certain power that comes in realizing that you don't give a fuck anymore— Whether you win or lose— Succeed or fail— Whether you live or die. There's a certain kind of magic in the chaos that comes from the world's own utter confusion in not knowing how to react to a fully volitile ticking time bomb. When you get finished with being fucked with— And you realize the

What are you doing? Nothing you wouldn't. Hm. [a pause.] —It smells of blood. Hm. Keen sense of smell—and familiarity with uncommon scents. A bird flew into my window this morning. BIRD hey! *smashes against window* …it wasn't open. Damn! How does that happen?! GOD Did you see that, though? Yeah, God—okay, you win. I'm up, I'm up. GOD You okay, Jack? I'm fine, I'm okay. Try being a better bird. I'm—the best bird I can

Evidently the motorcycles begin to now attack when I am at rest , on line, and not recording. However, once I begin recording, they stop. This has only been since I've been intentionally collecting recordings and data to add to my report to the NYPD and any applicable law enforcement agencies, as this continual threat seems to be politically motivated—and motorcycles, mopeds, and other motorized vehicles being used as a form of psychological terrorism as a direct threat to public health

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The Festival Project, Inc.™ is a multidimensional multimedia platform which encompasses exploratory and artistic social personifications and expressions on cosmic theory, spirituality, growth, health & wellness, philosophy and theoretic dynamics in entertainment such as music, design, film, television, radio, dance and festival culture, art, fashion, literature, and science. The Festival Project™ and it's subsidiary Non-Profit, The Collective Complex © aims to challenge

At an interesting and quick pace, The man asked to be seen by the doctor, A wish, No distasteful strand of eloquence left unopened— He asked for a mailbox, and she gave him a shovel (And a shower for a show!) O Conan!!! That just became so readily amusing to me, That I might have failed to have mentioned, dear reader An atrocity unwinding for us we have found— and we have found such indeed, in perpetual times, To be one another, and all at all times! A quest! Given a

“The New Adventures of Old Supacree” This is not what I intentioned. Well, what had you intentioned, dammit , how do you spell her name? Spell it? I can barely say it! “C'cx– WRONG. How would you say this name. Axel? Thas' a stupid name Not for a Rockstar. That's already a rockstar Is it? Whatever, man. The Rock must have been buzzing in some sort of special way on this day; because for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I

Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a

HALLE BERRY is that how you spell it It is for now. Fuck going online “That ain't part of my day” Shut up Drake, not now. You'll thank me later “If You're Reading This, It's Too Late” [HALLE BERRY is taking A VERY PAINFUL SHIT, clutching her *favorite OSCAR award-- Which one's her favorite? CUT TO: BEFORE HALLE BERRY looks over her OSCARS in the display cabinet, carefully scanning them, with a New York Times paper tucked under her left arm,

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