Eyes, eyes— who's got eyes?! Here, I have eyes. I don't want yours. What? Why not?! Eyes, eyes, buys and trades—! The day I met Atticus catticus, I by some strange coincidence also discovered “Toonces” …and however startling it was that they looked just alike, the cat himself had other strangenesses about him that I couldn't seem to shake. The other adjustments were yet to have taken place, but the cat did seem to be armed with a certain spirit, that did indeed show me immidiately things I might have otherwise missed. Still, it was true that this weirdness might have been misinterpreted, but however shallow my aspirations remained to the theatre world, or the world at large, it seems as though there was just stil some kind of strange connection with Saturday Night Live I couldn't shake. Almost like it followed me everywhere. BIG JIMMY runs SIN CENTRE at SIN CITY, an exclusive bar and restaurant in Las Vegas. You don't know about Sin Centre at Sin City?' No. It's the premier underground boutique for all of what happens in Vegas— or, what didn't, if you know what I'm saying. I'm sure I don't z I'm sure I don't either *winks* I need magnesium; Creep level fantastic, I wreak of havoc I wreck the fanflick Fanfiction? Now i'm fired, Give up! I'm a channel Back to the hard part Look at me! I'm getting Eleven miles an hour Isn't it strange how Just this morning In the kitchen I was thinking How I just love Sarah Silverman And how The chemistry with Kimmel is – Creep level: fantastic THen, If this is episodic, I'm not the only one who feels this way about it I might be a bad guy I like the darkness I might be the bad type, I like, Flirt with darkness Jp Did you write this?! I–i think i did. You think? I have forgetfulness syndrome! Why is everybody falling in love? But i”m alone Maybe I'm not supposed to have love So i'm alone But Too many talks to tell, I can't want, But i'm alone, And still Everybody wants to have love And i'm alone I have this weird theory that to be a female And get booked on Seth Meyers Not only should you be kind of almost probably famous But definitely under 120 pounds. Lil Bitz I'm telling you! he's Slytherin! Do you watch the show? Watch the show! Every female he interviews has anorexia! Not a joke! Watch the show. He has a copy of moby dick on his desk! What's that about!? Slytherin! Slytherin! So the question is: Can i fill five minutes with this? Puh This kid. Wondering about five minutes When she really needs an hour of material And a material witness This depression is actually the worst I've been Since I escaped prison. I should have went to Princeton. I should never run for president. Amen. I told you, republican! A bold move, and the light I'm on— Tonight, I'm fowl I get a grin Tonight, I prowl I'm off again. I haven't been this incandescent Since Information on Ronald Regan Came to surface This: his Indiscretions send my regrets to lettermen I haven't had it better since. Gavel gavel gavel! And I ramble ramble ramble on The mouse that lights to gamble Likes the Kat and tattoo addicts But the fans just can't acknowledge That we're on in the apocalypse I gotta get my marks up Or a proposition predicate Or advocates on terror Where's the war you ordered Not another table Kill the waitress Heal the sparrow Right the old case in a letter Harrow, harrow Case is waiting And I've yet to make it Everything I do just makes me Faint, Like I'm exasperated and exhausted All at the same time Call out my mantras— Look, I'm a loser Out in the open Promise Provoke my promocuity once more And I'll get you all fired. Fired! Fired! Fired! You look good in a tux Good suit and tie Good at the desk, boss, Ma? She's a Hard crier I got divorces, Widowers, Window surfaces on a horcrux Hard wires, And hard times on a jarred door Oh! Yeah. It's hard coming to terms with death When your afterlife is Jay Leno on a long highway In stuck traffic And you got to think “I know that guy” But no you don't, You're far from it and still Show hosts aren't for hire In the aqueduct construction, For I? Seth Meyers, young soul! Very hard, but good to know him. Kimmel had a tough crowd, But Fear, I've bartered hard to order. Fries with that? Oh noooooooo! He stopped dying his greys He's been writing for days And he's stuck in his ways: Cheerios are too sweet honey-nutted And honey nutted my rebuttal on live broadcast I finally got comcast, I finally went all broke Ahhh, we're gonna die. I guarantee you, this is that. Tuesday— midnight. What goes on. Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?! They know everything. Don't you know by now I can't be trusted? If I try to call We'll get disconnected And this interception Has been live broadcasted– So I get the picture This is all disaster. Took a number, Run hard, I get there faster [The Festival Project ™ ] For everybody else, Life goes on But mine has not So it feels more like sickness Than just fan fiction {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright 2019 © The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™] All Rights Reserved -Ū.