Lemon zest, the rush The call of your name, for a run The taste of your fingertips, The brush of lust against the trees Again, I call for you I'm better off alone… Oh, I'm better off alone. I'm better off alone, Oh, I'm better off alone Just Leave Me The only thing here Is the kick getting through I couldn't care anymore if I tried I couldn't give a fuck if I wanted to Just one more look at you, I can't hold a candle! No more worries, And no more tear jerkers (and

I had been thinking it has been five years, but on this day—and of course, listening to I Remember, I used my fingers to count from the year2019, when it had all began—to this point, standing at the bus stop On Sutter, waiting for a bus that was the exact amount of minutes late that would have allowed me to finish my second 30-minute sauna session—the first of many in three days, as I hadn't been to the gym in another 3 days, and another 3 days before that—separated only by a

Psh. I'm not gonna fight over a dude. It's ********. He's just a dude. So what gives. I don't know. I told her to do what she wants. She wants you to die. We are similar. She's prettier. Okay? Wow, that's it--just ok? Give up already. I did. And yet, here we are. I'm the only one here. Let's not ignore the Skrillex sized elephant in the room. That would be impossible to ignore, If it existed.Have you ever seen a tiny elephant? Just you. What am I gonna

I'm not who you think I am; I'm not your little bitch to boss around– You think you own me? I don't owe you anything So here we go again Going, Going, Gone again I'm just getting started You were just, uh On your way? Goodbye, dearly departed Half a heart, or some odd I must have half a sword in here I'm half a God, But here you are I guess I should get talking then So call your mommy Run Call your mom on me, A soft spot on the blonded body Shot calling, wrong You're only

Someone's always watching you Don't know who, but yea, it's true There's someone always watching you and everything you do I say “Illu- Illu- Illuminate me Turn the light on Turn me on, baby Woah, “Have I been here before— Do you know what I do? They know not what they do They know not what they do! I say Illu Illuminate me Illu Illu Illu Illuminate me Illu Illu Illu I'm not on the bottom floor, I'm way I'm up above you But you— I'm way, I'm way

In real time.

INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT. SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT SUNNI BLU where's my shit, Timmy? TIMMY TURNER I—I don't know. SUNNI BLU You “don't know”? TIMMY TURNER —I don't know. SUNNI BLU (Sighs) Oh. (Puts down gun) SUNNI BLU (CONT'D) That sucks. TIMMY TURNER Wait—you're not gonna kill me? SUNNI BLU Nah… TIMMY TURNER Well—why not?! SUNNI BLU I dunno! I kinda don't like being a

First stop, AH, fuck— Well, check this out No such thing as free. No such thing as freedom, either “Just take what you need” Just tear me to pieces, Jesus All we need is A little relief in this bitch All we need is A new release, maybe an EP or three Make sure that s/he sees this Do you need me? Do you need this? Please check your subscriptions Or your email Please, pick up this new prescription Fuck dude! I can't just listen to

EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, MANHATTAN A very pretty woman exicersises impressively. Why even try. Well, I wanna die. DEATH- are you ready, then? Yeap, I'm ready to go. I just want to die. *deflates* JENNIFER ANNISATAN I told you don't cry in here. *not crying* JENNIFER ANNISATAN My minions will eat you alive. *coughs* Yeah, I'm ready. NOT SO FAST. I'm not fasting— JENNIFER ANNISATAN —are you not? Uhh… no— [literally always

Yo, what the fuck. TESLA. Ok. *COUGHS* What the fuck. *morevgross, obnoxious coughing* Ughhhhh whhhaaaattttt. TESLA. Okay, I don't— T E S L A OH. Wow. So it is the satellites. ELONNNNN. …hm? GET IN HERE. where is that, . AAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT. GET IN HERE. I don't even believe the rain, these days “We can make it rain”, he says Storm warning A good morning A door's open, This one's closing,

I smelled like an old, wet bandaid. My heart wasn't in it anymore—looking in the mirror for progress after nearly a month of extreme training and dieting, i could feel the difference, but not see it. Perhaps it was the result of sleeping under the white devil, or just the lack of good coffee since departing from Mexico—still, something was off about my energy, in the way that I was moving about my day to day—or, I should note, the way that I was barely moving—I seemed to be

She's a super sweet-ass Sociopath; Not psycho, yet No, she's not there yet Cause she can, yes, still feel She still has regrets And she knows she's useless, A little less human Oh, yes, She can be a mess, yet She's also elegant, eloquent— Wait, That's just l grandiosity slipping in between the cracks And dents, left under the surface of Something she probably deserved anyway Yes, she still has expectations; She thought she could dance, but hasn't trained in Nearly a decade

WHAT. Have you seen this?! That's what's in here?! Look at this place. WOAH. [her pupils widen in disbelief.] I told you I had one of these. LOOK AT THIS PLACE. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U

The ‘-complications.' mixtape compilation series which focuses its internal monologue on the ideology of exploratory existentialism, using simple and classic mixing techniques into smooth transitions which mirror synchronicities in time, musical elements, and lyricism to illustrate a vortex of collisions in cosmic omniscience, theming its recurring dominant soundscapes into a singular foundational focal point, and centering its multidimensionality into a gripping pull to return its emphasis

The ‘-complications.' mixtape compilation series which focuses its internal monologue on the ideology of exploratory existentialism, using simple and classic mixing techniques into smooth transitions which mirror synchronicities in time, musical elements, and lyricism to illustrate a vortex of collisions in cosmic omniscience, theming its recurring dominant soundscapes into a singular foundational focal point, and centering its multidimensionality into a gripping pull to return its emphasis

Welcome to The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Today I discuss the value of men and how low we really drove the price of our d**k. Linktree.com/cashleadersVideo version: https://youtu.be/0Rq-ah-7QqU

Polar opposites, My solar plexus is off or something, Dropping stuff, Walking like I'm drunk, Talking strange, voice is strained Look me in the eye and lie to me; I walk the line from just behind Or where I lead. And lately, I've been dreaming of bleeding on the streets Or not needing to be seen, l. Oh. Olden rings, one million streams and Putting things in places Make no mistake, I'm a wreck I ain't been loved in a long time Take a good look at the mark on my neck You wanna step

New York has a lot o' dumb motherfuckers. I get it. It's a big city. Not everybody has advantages or access to the best education. But DAMN. there are a lot of unintelligent motherfuckers in this bitch. And they're mad about it! Have you eve noticed how dumb people get mad about being dumb– And the first thing out of their mouth is always “I'M NOT DUMB” UUH. “OK.” “I'M NOT DUMB!!!” Alright, you dumb motherfucker, you. {Enter The

Wow. How is it you look better. I'm gonna need proof this exists. Proof what exists. THE KOOLAID MAN erupts through the wall. OH YEAH. I'm going to bed. MA! FRAN/SUPER JEWISH MOM Look all I got is matzos and coconut water. *colecanth growls scarily* FRAN/ SUPER JEWISH MOM AHHH! Bananas! I got bananas! You want some bananas?! COELACANTH Arg? COELACANTH, THE GIANT TERRIFLYING CLOUD MONSTER apparently Loves bananas

In my own shadow. With the color coordination and syncopation of the synesthetic movement, c o l o r s quietly takes to the underground with an array of cosmic collisions and polyharmonics only ever eclipsed by the aromatic esthetic of sensuous and illusive, ethereal sine waves of the electric sky. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Grandmother Moog Pioneer Model One Roland TR-909