Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right? Cause I woke up in the shit, And then I paid attention with resentment Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour For a glitch or an instance power, The list, with a mix of here and now Or here and there Whatever you rather, Dan But I guess for now you call me Hamm, Cause I will Jon' you in an hour After all the words have been said Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em Face it, This is considerable damages if by admission I have to press this red button Every time I take a dump Because of these microagressions And blatent intimidations, Racism and hatred, Cause somebody thinks it's okay To attack me when I'm naked And the justification is just that Genetically and empathetically One of us is deficit in the other— Guess which one How does it feel To feel And be real Or be realized So what's the deal With this meal And the plan To dance on the attacks Of your ancestors What's on the middle besides resentment And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum? What's the problem with the problem with the kids today? They aren't that smart But they sure look good The problem is, They're all talk, All mouth, and no thoughts {Enter The Multiverse} Is there more? It appears so. Oh… (He takes a long and heavy drink) Its in here too, isn't it? Yes, its—everywhere, sir. All of a sudden, I'm sir to you? I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh… Well! …sir. You are a good page, aren't you? I hope so. Yeah. [The Festival Project ™} Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. VICKY MANSON is gross. She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets. She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER. {Enter The Multiverse) Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. ____ Omg. This is out of line. Agreed. Call regina. RE-GIIIIIIII-NAAAA!!! She ain't come Call again! [opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.] REEGINAAAAAAAAAA! [The Festival Project ™] What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap. I love that new deli. Mm. Hmm. {Enter The Multiverse} We come from the ghetto We lived in each borough We live in every corner We live in these streets We loud in this bitch We proud in this bitch Don't come round this bitch Without a pot to piss in Taking pictures? Bitch, As God as my witness, A snitch is a snitch (but in a limited capacity, I get it, I'll help you win this, Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement This disturbance is egregious, Believe me, I've been causing a scene since 3 AM! Dayum! I might be somewhat prolific, Or even a genius, But right now I just want peace, A Peloton Ride And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich But weight, i'm out of peanut butter My weight is getting out of hand, Don't know if that's a gangstalker, Or just another obsessive fan, Object, your honor to pardon your direct justification of this heinous hatred I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also Directly affected by them, Because i'm african american (Or half) But what is half to a racist? I take it as nothing less than hatred if each and every time I bathe Satan comes out to play And hey, Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom The door slams, and this whore yaps Right outside my door To cause hate and bait me into Further establishing a race war, When all I wanted was a sauna, But i know i can't afford it, And I love New York, But honestly, I'm poor, So i just got bored with it. I probably should have been aborted. To this, a glitch— A wish that I could just Push my forehead into his chest, I digress, though repressed sexually and interested This sickness is just what he senses as sensual —And I'm understanding of that. —Purpose. I still have four muses, Four mouses, No heads A sad nd four robots Four hoses of cards And no forwards Just haloy endings That I can't Exactly plan yet Fuck this planet It appears someone has badly damaged it No recompenses or divorce No compared, No doors, And no cubords No, Just dead bird in a box Covered in plaster And a disasterous ride With no happy ever after exactly Just another adventure in wonderland And wonder if perhaps You ever could even Know who I am What a clever disaster For sure this serves as serious Let's just get this The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing To the other corruption under This, too then, is a lesson unless It just ends and let it simmer But remember, If it isn't in her It'll be another Fondant farewell, When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven, And you're not over her The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold And the heart you touch, So don't let it turn cold Don't let it turn over and thump either Don't let it burn And don't let it lower into Where you mind goes When you consider another And another Over or rather You know? Just aim for Satan and everything's great then. Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades, Fair wealth, good culture, good heart, And all focus It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms, Not oats Look closer over your breakfast You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four And still under par, The gold course, of course Is all you know Don't let it go now When all you have Is time in your hands Distractions are hard handed But actual damage? Now, that's hard pass You wanted a song so much Just so the wrong world would call you up For hurting our kind Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it Or what the baby calls me From so far north in a place calls home But I'm still not not So you get your rocks Slamming the door I'm at the rock In my mind Hoping for Something better You Wasted All My Time Over What! Don't you know How hard it is To be anything in the world But a pretty white slut! What a knife in the back What a curse on the world— Just to start wars so it never works out Or at the very worst Just keeps the first one going It doesn't get awesome Until I For Real Can block out the whole world Just to upset another? No I came in peace You made me anxious Hold in my waste At the aim of your hatred I heart my hard earned But now I've got nothing more Than the scars on your over opinionated Over offended War cries for her justice But only if it out does mine, Right? Actually, Fuck it I'm over it That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch You wanted my energy, so you stole it But becareful of What follows it —you're welcome. My license is revoked I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke And it's just a throat scratch, A dark dive And I'm trying to try it out a bit But love's a bitch And I don't really ever speak her language I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them. Ugh. It just goes on, It's whatever the buzz It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town Is who you are now So, how I found out? A roundabout kick to the ass And a fax to the mayor, Before I realized He seems like a complete hater, bro. I have an eight year old, But I haven't seen him since he was five And I think I'm gonna die Cause everyone's nickel and diming me And all I happened to find Is a single penny, so that— Two hours of mixing, Once cent I made— By now he definitely hates me And has been trained to think I'm crazy But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz. It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just Get behind the scenes Or a man that sees meaning in her So this is demeaning? Is it? Am I green, or am I greenlit— l And I clean, or am I cleaning Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it? I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it, It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass Like I'm inside or the telivison. What's my last name!? I'm the hat man! Are you happy? No, I'm sad man l! And quite thirsty; Is it Thursday yet Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy I hate all this thinking anyway; I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route; I used to sleep on the bus and the train, But what I really want is a house And just to be left alone, Some grass to mow, And some to smoke, And a tree to grow, Just like the one from Pocahontas OH SHIT YO. Why, Hello Friend! Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going? Yes! No. No? No. No why. Cause we went broke . Went broke what. Trying to get you to— you know— No, I don't I know. You don't know? No? I've no idea… Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue. {enter the multiverse)} what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?! I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!! What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?! Here, have some liquid courage. Liquid courage!? Yeah! What's in this? oh, you know… No, I don't…. You— Why does it glow Yeah, I does that! Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps! Oh my god, yeah, you know. I'm not drinking that. Doesn't seem— drinkable. But it is— drinkable. Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable. Oh—doesn't it? [beat] …You know what. That's fair! —it— yeah. You walked right into thst one. I— yeah. So come on? It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks. For all you know, it's bio degradable? Is that a gold fish at the bottom?! If he can handle it?! How are you alive? The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even. Oh wow. Come on! Ok. Fine. But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty? I don't know. Never finished a bottle. What! Never really…though about it. Okay? So! Come on. He pours a shot. Shift changed , I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time But really there isn't a reason or realization to it I hate playing the game It must have been an off day when I made it up But that was so long ago now. I haven't put hard thought about it, But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it I missed the opportunity to photog or model By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller But still broken If I think of any of those thoughts My heart opens up and swallows me whole Talk about a dilemma and not a problem I would probably dress as such as doll If I could afford the money But I'm dollar for dollar Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances. You know. So show your age, Nicki Minaj And Migos, the flash flooding Benito is bad Bunny, But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater With the high collars and high bars If you are so highly throughout of To win an award And be obsessed over by other famous people's Lil bitz I told my ex I joined the army. My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.” I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me. So I told him I joined the army to try to see if the weird shit kept happening. I told that fool I joined the army — I didn't Say what army! Gods army bitatch!!! You the devil! Stop fuckin up my shit! It's 5 PM I'm waking up It's setting in That it's a contruct Not a curse, But there's no cure The demon days The auto wars As darkness falls upon us The Red Dawn soon becomes us OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you! I–thanks! *weird smile* Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED. 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