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

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,

It was surreal, I was off the grid and in airplane mode, and completely lost without giving a care I was so frustrated that I just kept waking. Just when I started to seriously consider suicide, with the exact timing of my thoughts reaching the logistical point that ‘there was really nothing let in the world for me'— then it appeared right before my eyes; as if it had just sprung up in my path. I wasn't worried that I was lost, or even panicking in a suicidal spiral, I just

Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] Fonts get into into it Quinta Brunson In the box Or is your frontin He said, “I want to hurt you” Did you? Did you? I want to hold you, Dissolve you Completely disarm you— Did you— Did you? I don't want to feed you to the wolves But I absolutely will I absolutely will if I have to “I wanted to hurt you.” Said, Did you? Did you? I wanted to hold you. Did you? Did you? I don't

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She stole my Rolex!Why were you wearing a Rolex!? … I wasn't. L E G E N D S You know I'm you, right? Prove it. What way. How many jellybeans are in this jar. 406– [he sneakily drops one jellybean—] —407. Unremarkable bitch. I pulled the shows off the shelves faster than anyone else could get to them; I was being tortured in my own apartment— and for what reason, I was unsure— but I knew this: everything had to come down and out of the

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Some privacy please. I have to put in this petticoat. Petticoat! I'm going to be expected to look like a proper dignitary. Dignitary? Really? Really. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. C'cxell Soleïl

He is a genius who makes decisive action. There is no way on just some fluke that this man can fly off the handle with no purpose. Human, sure— and famous, yes— but in what world does this just happen. It seemed a cry for help. I was upset, but I didn't know why. I am upset. I stayed throughout the day deep cleaning and heavy thinking. I thought Joel was sober— but before long, this shock sent me into a panic of deep chaos. Was my son okay? Was his father drinking

TIMELINES V: Summary [Seasons 1-4 {Enter The Multiverse, Pre-Legends} The Teds: Initially, they are described as "wooks," or "Shirtless Party Boys" attending festivals and using mind-altering substances. They're depicted as fraternity brothers and recent UCLA graduates. The Psychonauts: This is a group that the Teds become involved with, seemingly due to their accidental encounters with interdimensional phenomena at festivals. Interdimensional Travel: The Teds frequently stumble into wormholes,

I missed valentines, Easter Consumer holidays I had stamps for the aunt Then I woke up, They went away Then again Consumerism, Then again It's just a spending trick Do you need this? Gürū delivered Put out music as Blū Tha Gürū? Might be easier to find. I always thought of Blu Tha Gürū as just my producer name— not the name that I would be known by— but -Ū. Was nearly, even the way it was stylized— ED WOAH. —impossible to find

[FREESTYLE] Lyrics/Transcription: Lost my spot. I should I'm off the clock, but I've been thinking a lot. I've been thinking a lot; and tweaking the plot. I've been pink— I'm still in the box. I got snarf goggles; Trying to get a box of wobbles going. I feel awful; I should probably walk it off —or maybe dance, did the truffle shuffle. Did I stutter or did I mumble, mumble? Maybe I should skip this feeder or hit shuffle, shuffle, maybe I should just get a bag of

It's important to acknowledge that the situation you're describing is complex and deeply personal. The experience of living with pervasive, unwanted noise can be incredibly challenging, and it's understandable that you're seeking explanations and solutions. This article will explore the science of sound, its effects on the human body and mind, and the ways in which sound has been used, including in distressing contexts. The City's Sonic Debt: An Examination of Noise, Science, and Well-being The

“The Hacker” Action, Drama “I'm going to show you the inside of your very own world.” A completely unknown hacker Codenamed ‘Fxceless' (Faceless) single-handedly hacks the entire US intelligence systems and secret service, staging a one-woman coup to forge a one-on-one meeting with the United States of America— though as it may seem this is an act of terrorism, the hacker, an unarmed and unassuming female of otherwise average makeup, has shifted and

Hey, son. …Bandit. Bad Son was a long, lonesome fellow Bad Son was a her in truth; Bad Son was sad and mellow Bad Son with the men was ruthless. Long time. Not so long. Do you know why I called? Parental obligations? Something like that. However, you should know. I obliterated the Hawkeye. —he's not dead. I know that. Obliterated? Defeated entirely with his life still intact. But why. But why not? Why soare a life so unkind as to be made