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Takesx it back to The very last place we met The very last place we met If we have to Dzzr DD as as as as dads dad dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd {Enter The Multiverse} The sky is falling Why god would you call on me For them to follow me— An offering Stare—Off in the distance maybe Someone save me, But hey, it's strange days Crazy, it's in the same key, even… Must be me I might bite the bullet, at least I'm not driving it I might like a silver dollar But I'm still not buying it [this is why I'm hot] Kiss me Give you time to miss me 51 - 51 - 51 - 50 I take six inches Grateful what I'm given Drive Indifference: women _— mistress End up in the mystery's Have mercy lol oh no, what happened . My god . Need water: I'm so thirsty Sitting up Crunching numbers since 6:30 Wear wigs to the poster store. up, down goes the axel Or axis, as it were— Well, aren't you special? Or, weren't you then, The means to and end were just as well Doing it for us, As anything is Two tonsils, a swift Hard hatchet, On back of a bathrobe Kingdom come, Come now Wherefore art thou Artform? All that for a man and a yo-yo On Manhattan-bound L-train The wrong way, But everything changes The strangest arrangement has yet to be staked and Public is a harder place to be every day — Let's make it a banger, Two thumbs up And you're famous This is all I ever do on the subway, If it's something Imagine All the laughs you've ever had were fake Imagine that What if no one's ever seen you without your hat on, Sure, stumble backwards and step on me Four words for you— All your choice, though. An actor can manage a handstand, After gymnastics. Your manager asked for a handle, This is a hand out Bran, milk; We ran out of bread; But I could go back out Thought you were coming back east, But you're stuck in the west now. Getting wet now— getting better than ever And going to bed at decent hours With friends, now Aha, I got your soul on the watch now Every eye to look over your God now Take a deep breath, Forget it, Shut your mouth Thought you're going back east But your stuck in the south now Here's a pink flower Have you ever had a raindrop Come fall from out of nowhere And no one standing over you And nothing's ever done about the Sorry way you talk about Or go on about it I'm out west, But I parked you north now Sound the trumpet, One of seven Seven dollars All awards shows on hold For marketing options Stop, drop and Stop drop and Stop drop— Take it out of the numbers, Swallow them up And swallow them whole, hun You better be quiet. I— You just said that to like, 9 Apps. #mass surveilenxe I'm not even worried about that. Look at this. SUPACREE breaks *through* the fourth wall; permanently. ACTORS *crying* Okay check it out. What the sketch— I broke the fourth wall; it's What do u mean: I eliminated it. It's gone. But then, where do i look? Wherever you would normally look. Where would i normally look? It's just a device. You'll get used to it. I won't. You will. —I won't. They won't. We won't. But! Unh! Try now, but less gay. How do we know the difference between what's real and what's fake. you can't. You can't? No, you can't. But how do we know what's part of the show and what's not? You don't know. You ‘dont know'? You don't know: It's life. So it just—- —starts— So, it just starts, and just—? You don't know the story, it just happens. It just happens—what. Around you. Like—“around” you? Wow. So you came here just for this? Yeah. I— Can you try not to look so devastated? *looking devastated* No: I— Stop. Should we have killed this thing when we found it? Yeah. No. Hm: Yeah: It's bigger. It is bigger. It's bigger now. It's way bigger. Should we have— Possibly— Maybe. Yes. No: idunno. ‍♂️ Anywho, The word was “what” The time was ‘now', The said and done within the hour, With such prowess as to around them To the most confounded, Complex of a Pirouette, Such a flower yet to be Unraveled, Or unspun yet, Unwound Found in the bullet wound Of the undead, Bloodshed and Solid devotion led A revolution so Destructed She was said to be combustible If stumbled upon Or made to be airborne in open flame Welcome to Earth's first Hyper Reality Show. Are you on it? You don't know. Don't change the channel (Cause you can't) We'll be right back after These fan-powered ads. Fan powered “how”, you ask? Well, What. Okay this is a really bad idea. Are we still going through with this. We have to. W We Wee We can't. It's too late, we had to. But we can't. Too late. No. How dare you. No. Noh. For God's sakes Get this baby out of me now, If it's Grey's Anatomy, How about an astounding mound of Pros and pronouns To go and pronounce These profound Swole glands and nostrils, Pockets, protections and Dead on arrival, The whole sound of beating hearts Enough to wake up in the morning From such a stuck stutter A clusterfuck of rubberduckery Debauchery or fuckery Flutter to honor your words, Your sorry brother in the back shields Or the back fields, in the reflection of the Knife at your neck against the alter Or the blood from under what The untouched nothing, Story set against the backdrop, Of lust long pushed over from rust— Are you forward, or falling faster? Falling, none— Again, Nothing breakless Heart necklace, By product or poached particle— Barnacle or blockbuster; Practice forecast of ‘therefore,' Fair word, Fast forward to woke darkness And shook offerings, Monsters of the tidal and, Right you are that there was nothing loved And nothing lost (A cum soaked art form) Arms unbound from a cats yarn, Foraged and written from an epiphany since Admittedly augmented, The reality from which you were watching The awesome aspostle, As downtrodden some as they once were Come up sore and swollen from the arms and alms of a lover Quick to recover, The unborn with certainty, That it was her of the omen upon us Once unremarkable, Your honor was Ok, cool. [The Festival Project] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

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