[Midnight Request Line.] Sleek black corvette. Not a dent, not a scratch And I am feeling better, Since you asked What a warm and welcome Pleasant, wet suprise What do I owe you the—time I guess it made me smile for awhile, now I'm sad again— Wow, that was quick… Only took a second, but don't mind my arrogance ‘—I play this and it puts me in a trance.' I want to dance with you I hope someone holds my hand like that, one day Where are you taking

Our adventurers finally start their journey and man did it go bad real fast as Odin decided to try and impress his little birdie crush. So let's see what happens.

GOD: So you want to be The “Glass Animals” *nods* Glass Animals. That's what I said. Glass Animals There's no “The” Context. Ok. So–”Glass Animals” *nods* Are you sure you don't want to be made of something else? *nods* *shrugs* Okayy. Glas Animals. I'm lost, But don't remind me Running out of time But time can't find me Open up my eye 10 times in 9 days I should probably fall away Back to the bay, No baby, don't cry

The gang went searching for coconuts as Marshton has never tried one and pilty never heard of them. Things went well till someone got hurt and everything went to chaos.

Just Let the music stay in sync Protect me from these haunting dreams I got a Pocket full of Pennies and The arches or McDonald's on my shoulders Making Angel wings Like hanzel has. We were moving— But I hallucinated a standstill As if Time slipped Maybe it is, maybe it is, then God's an artist; Canvassed the cemetery as if it was a park, just earlier The Headatones are remarkable —also a comedian, God is— the marble marker Of the dearly departed read: B.R.B; in

I am the king: I am a punk rock icon YOu want to fuck You better turn the lights on ! I am a genius I am Jimmy Nutron If you're a salad I'm a fucking crouton lol . what is this. Sunni Blu turns punk rock. Sunni, you can't just change fucking lanes like that. Well, I did. You're a rapper! I'm done with rap! UGH! I'm a rock star now. You can't just BE a rockstar. Number one in every chart imaginable. I told you. I need a drink. Arrange a tour! YOU SOLD

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It's that wall between you and the world Where you are— That sets you apart; The star of your own show Covered in sawdust, —an unpolished tryphophobe, Hyperboles and hyperbolic chokeholds on the shows you love, the clothes you used to own; A phone in airplane mode, No knowing what the code is, Lol don't tell God you're bored in New York Oh wow WOW W0000W. Don't tell God you're bored at all. INFINITI I'm not amused. SUPCREE I know, right. SUNNI BLŪ fuck,

It's that wall between you and the world Where you are— That sets you apart; The star of your own show Covered in sawdust, —an unpolished tryphophobe, Hyperboles and hyperbolic chokeholds on the shows you love, the clothes you used to own; A phone in airplane mode, No knowing what the code is, Lol don't tell God you're bored in New York Oh wow WOW W0000W. Don't tell God you're bored at all. INFINITI I'm not amused. SUPCREE I know, right. SUNNI BLŪ fuck,

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Agatha… A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light– …We Meet Again. FUCK. WHAT IS THIS. I know, man. FUCK. Fuck. Well, are you gonna tell this story or not? This isn't possible. It is possible. This isn't happening. – This dude has a radio tower in his front yard. That's his front yard?! I fucking guess

I don't need it to last; I just want it– I want it so bad, In my mind, And my hands are just throbbing My heartbeat, the hearthrob Red, red, robin Sang the very last song; Now it's all over Just another sad, sob story Just another one, No worries Supper, Super Vegan Salad, Naan and Hummus, Minestrone Don't you wanna know why Equinox? Because, I'm horny As the clock struck one, I woke again with hunger, not for money “I just wanted you to come” “I just

To think, It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs— And in the end, if you don't make the cut They just make you kill yourself, anyway. Love isn't real, but money is; And all men want is money, So they can buy the love— And all women want is love— But it has to come with money Or it all just falls apart It all just falls apart It all just falls apart “Illuminatus”, Open, close Illuminaudio, for starters Cross a crucifix for sons, and

I had one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of cheesecake—which of course only reminded me of Sonny Moore—the decadent, delicious red velvet—and Dillon Francis—the spiced and ecclectic trademark carrot cake—if only not to sooty the pain of joe much I wanted both of them, but probably didn't need them—how I craved them so, but they probably weren't good for me, nor would they last— —but they would both be delicious, anyhow. The seagull said

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Welcome to The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Today I discuss the walk back companies are doing for pride month after the bud light controversies as well as I also discuss police obtaining more and more military equipment and tactics and what it means for black men across North America. https://youtu.be/BubLPOcr2ZU Linktree.com/cashleaders

M4MXS III: ‘complications.' IV - [P Ï Z Z Δ. ] I am in love with you– Oh no! Not again! What will we do about this? I'm afraid– Don't be afraid… There's nothing left to do, sire. This is disastrous… We must let the romance run its course. “Self Fulfilling Prophecies” C'esme't! –You've brough a friend... Your Majesty– Who's this? My sage. Ah, I see. An honor, your highness –Not my

I can't fall for this again— Another rich and handsome man— A dream he wants to be my friend A dream he wants to hold my hand Oh look, Another dance for anthem Look, I'm just another fan No, I can't fall for this again —but they would go against the plan A simple programming error, Lips the color of a pomagranite Circle on the palm, And then , of course, We press the center And look, here we are again Another life, Another love A new wife— Another husband

I just want to have sex with you. At this point, I don't want anything else— but know this, even the most simple, natural, animalistic thing is unattainable— I'm not even successful enough to know you— Or beautiful enough— Or rich enough— Or whatever it is that gets to sit in that seat next to you— I'm not enough. So whatever it is— Whatever energy won't leave my body— The racing and obsessive thoughts about you— The