It had become obvious that I was being used as some type of experiment— the motors, honking horns, and engines all being used to strategically shift my thinking, deteriorate my moods, and provoke my anxiety. My placement in this apartment had been for a specific reason—using my synethesia against me, the feds could do literally whatever they wanted with my mind and body, and they were attempting to create an angry and hostile, militant and obedient done like the rest of

raggedy ann x.x Collection II -'antithesis.'Track 09. 'raggedy ann x.x' Maybe someone was ringing my doorbell just to make sure that I hadn't slit my wrists—I had been sitting in the tub silently for hours, at least thinking about it. There was no other way to consolidate it; I did not want to interact with humans, and my daily gym routine would have to be pushed so late into the night that it would become impossible to see anyone, I was simply over the robots. I wondered if the former

rekt. Collection 1.1 - 'actuality.'Track 03. - 'rekt.' Prod By Blū Tha Gürū {Enter The Multiverse} MILA KUNIS *hits vape* WHY would you agree to sign me up for this? ASHTON KUTCHER Because— MILA KUNIS *Hits vape harder* ASTON KUTCHER Jesus Christ— MILA KUNIS You know me and Seth don't get along after that thing he did! ASHTON KUTCHER I know, but— MILA KUNIS *throws pillow* UGH. How am I supposed to? Fuck it. —- SETH MCFARLENE I

niagara falls. Collection II - ‘antithesis. Track 12. - ‘niagara falls' Prod By Blū Tha Guru [Previously on L E G E N D S: Enter The Multiverse} Baby's all right Brooklyn Pretty little palace of disaster Pretty little patterns of — Whatever Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns Shadows, Hands that attach to the strings Allowing them to dance into dreams It seems these sacred places Have been ravaged And I have not been running But I don't have any money Wise than

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When the fear falls off, And the others go over your shoulder, But you're the one to tumble In the over, under Over under Hello, I'll be right there Hello, I'm back again (Hello) I can't feel much, But i'm back again I'm sure the full feel Will kick back in Will kick back in soon, so Tune in, Chill out Keel over, But don't let it kill you Is that appealing enough To appeal you Is that hypnotic enough To heal you? Hello. The drummer keeps himself calm, With a couple rolls

Why is he so perfect And I even more of a ghost, than he ever would be –the hanged man What's another world Or the word on my shoulders Who better than God to belay me Betray you Atreyu Tell me Mr. Pretty Perfect Face if we could be at heaven's gates The day i finally hang or fade away (The hanged man) What's it like To be loved To fall in love To be loved like that How's it feel To fall in love To be loved at all What's it lke To be loved To be loved like that To

CEREAL. Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū Oh, I remember this now. Lol I remember the video. It's that little kid that wants pancakes but get cereal and then the prize in the box is a fucking robot that follows him to school and starts a dance party everywhere and then takes over everything—then the aliens come get the robot and start an even bigger party and keeps the kid up way past his bedtime—then he wakes up the next morning like “that was wild as f” and his mom serves

Everything over there Sounds extracurricular Particularly caricature of particle exteriors The network owns that man I can never see past that Subliminal messages on the wire His spare time is dollar signs — I live wire Cut the line Ten Jimmy Fallon's for Dollar signs More wordless songs, heartless Pray for mothers and fathers Sons and daughters Sisters and brothers (I'll see you never) Doses of blow Sermons phrases Words and flows Pillow talking to no one Bet it all on a

GOING COASTAL (EP) Track 03. - GHOST MODE V5 (Instrumentsl Only) Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū High reaching, but with limited power— This, is The Chemical Climax. I could never know what episode of The Tonight Show it was, or if it was even the tonight show at all— some sort of special broadcast, the grand stage was set to look large, and backlit with pink and blue, just as the festival lights had been before. Now, some years passed, and calling attention to the fragile and vulnerable

GOING COASTAL (EP) Track 03. - GHOST MODE V5 (Instrumentsl Only) Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū High reaching, but with limited power— This, is The Chemical Climax. I could never know what episode of The Tonight Show it was, or if it was even the tonight show at all— some sort of special broadcast, the grand stage was set to look large, and backlit with pink and blue, just as the festival lights had been before. Now, some years passed, and calling attention to the fragile and vulnerable

'perfect.' Collection II- 'antithesis.' Track 02. -'perfect.' Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū Didn't you just say I lost my entry Or should I elate about Becoming the president of Ohio On hi hopes Really, I'm signing my heart out I don't care who you are What you are It's getting hot out Fly by The gym Dan wait, all I want is cupcakes And a cheese grater I should stay married My face makes a great punching bag And I've lost my mind I should share airtime With the finer ones We're

{Enter The Multiverse} Now I'm wondering what the fuck they did to Obama Some shit he can never talk about bro. Some shit, What they do to Kamala? For real! White supremacy is on some psychological terrorism shit, They don't even gotta touch you no more . They'll kill you with your own fucking mind Frequencies and shit The brain is electric. And the soul is not always attached. Your whole ass soul can abandon ship on some trauma shit— Real fuckig talk. I leave my body a little bit

You can try all you want—but it won't leave bruises. “Don't tell me that…,” there was a sparkle in his eye but he trailed off, almost as if to be ashamed of his own thoughts. “I'm just being honest. “ it wasn't that I didn't bruise at all, but that you would really have to try. I shrugged it off as if I weren't curious as to what he were thinking. “It's provocative. You're provoking me.” He held himself under his breath and let his eyes fall

“Impossible!”, I murmured, after a deep gasp, as I removed from my braziers in preparation to soak after a short but intense workout, not the stone I had with intention placed in my bra, but another. “Magic indeed!” , I thought to myself. I had in some fell swoop of blessings been by any luck or wishes sake, gifted a heap of new books, and new furniture—the latter of which I really hadn't needed, however, with a newly refreshed idea of reimagining my studio and

“Impossible!”, I murmured, after a deep gasp, as I removed from my braziers in preparation to soak after a short but intense workout, not the stone I had with intention placed in my bra, but another. “Magic indeed!” , I thought to myself. I had in some fell swoop of blessings been by any luck or wishes sake, gifted a heap of new books, and new furniture—the latter of which I really hadn't needed, however, with a newly refreshed idea of reimagining my studio and

'damaged goods' Collection 1.1 - 'actuality' Track 01. 'damaged goods' Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū (as Happy Accidents) Listen— —motherfucker— You should— Know— I don't — —give— No —kind of— —fuck— Whatsoever I love my own —but not the other Something - something son Get a gun and blow my candles out White power now bout Building towers up To tear you down —I don't give a fuck about flax;

blink. (instrumental) Collection 1.1 - 'actuality' Track 05. 'blink' (instrumental) Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū “Wonderful”, I mouthed silently, without the voice or the actual words for movement. I needed the laughter, and it had been long since I had actually laughed, or done much at all besides cry and wonder what the fuck I was going to actually do with my life, or what was to become of me. I held the book out to my side with one hand, the page still held with my thumb at the

Get away from me. I'm a hologram. Far away, please I am very far from you– Well get further. I'm in another dimension actually. What do you want, dude? I always finish what i start. What the fuck does that mean?! How should I know?! You wrote it! Then how are you gonna finish it? That's not what I meant. Then what did you mean?! Look! I don't know! All I know is, I did a movie and you wrote it! Just one movie or a whole saga! I don't know! Just write

want to know! (she's the queen) [interlude] Collection I- 'better off dead'- Track 02. 'want to know.' (she's the queen) [interlude] Prod. By Blü Tha Gürū I live in a luxury building, but there's still a pest problem. The thing about segregation and racism in New York City is that it's blatant and quite obvious. The nicer areas are well kept and clean, quiet; areas for the whites. The dirty, trash strewn and dilapidated, overcrowded areas–for the blacks, ad anybody who