21. DEFENSE.

Last night I slept totally in the nide; Of course, leave it to good old fashioned good timing-/— The return of the hellicoopyer, and whatever's at stake with it No time to breathe, I'm having a spiritual experience on the cycle bike No time to lose— That's right. About face Walk away It's central intelligence Too much sweat in my palms To use my palm pillow? Hi god I love you God knows my timing, Lord know me well Don't tell me it's a writing assignment Really, yo I'm just here to spectate LETS GO! LETS GO!!! If you're not early, you're LATE! Okay, okay. Make my bed, wash the dishes. 2X202-ST5, Aphex Twin Either way, it's a put of snakes Either way it's a den of wolves Either way it's a rat race, on my way somewhere else, I don't know how to go under the radar. You look ridiculous. Good. Are you sure this is the right place and time. I'm pretty sure that's my eye, up there. CBS Television Studios( New York City. Jesus, oh, Jesus Christ— Just for the ride; I asked nicely— …are the police here. No. Okay. Thx. Terminate, terminate— Hesitate a little. Turn your head around, a mate A million, a mile a minute Temper, temper Remember your severance Remember you made it Remember the parade and what day it's on Who makes up holidays anyway? Banks. Cool it, on your woodwind, would you Smells like barbeque, And I called it Forget to light a candle Summer winds, summer winds With your blood on the ceiling Remember who it is when you get there Hit me one more time Like the nightmare— Way up high I guess; Way less impressive, your crucifix I don't trust nobody with two first names, son So let's try the one With a traditionally masculine. So let's, So let's. Let's try the brown eyes on next, shall we. I like these. Same as. Wonderful, really. What's next. Hands, I think. Eyes, and then hands Ryes, and then hands, Eyes, and then hands Would you get the fuck off of me? I'm. Going to pay my tithes early Get the fuck away from me, you absolutely inferior rodent. At least I'm cognoscenti. I'll actually fucking kill you, And if you come back, I'll kill you again. Damn, I almost wish I was a lesbian. Nothing? Nothing yet. GODDAMIT. What. What do you actually want from me? I told you don't be late. What the fuck are you wearing!? Progress. Ough! —and jewel tones. The fact that I'm not wearing makeup, Could easily be hidden, With larger frames, And a little less giving a fuck About fashion instinct, And intensity The ce el.followed me all the way to the L train; Don't bother me none; She needs somebody, And all I need is a one hour slot, On Comedy Central. Somebody get this robot out of my peripheral. Somebody get the paramedic stat! What happened!? He thought it was payday and it's actually next week! 911– what's your emergency! Quit playing with me. Always look at the way it matters less When you lay attention to the face, and the stance— And it matters why she's mad at me, when after all these years, after all The veil has been lifted, but the mask hasn't And I just happened to make way to the goddamned Goddammit The mansion. So they said they'd give you a million dollars, just to— Yeah. What'd you— No. You didn't. No. You thought I would? Are you ready for wisdom and witches And wishes galore? Not yet. I asked for a prayer and “You're pitiful” —proud as pitaya, But I prefer Açaí, And after all Either one or the other is better than pina colada But of course, I'll take it If the other refreshments Are unavailable What the fuck is that in reference to? Nothing, probably Let's just be honest, I'm not getting In anywhere dressed like this in LA; Which is why I did it— And brought an extra set of clothes just in case Click my heels, two times Who farted. It's the subway; Pick any three people, and you'd probably be right This is hilarious. I ride the subway to Manhattan around lunch time, and it was mostly just— White people on vacation. lol lol Here's the trumpeter counting his money; Here's hoping he plays something Conveniently losing my cash . Means he's missing a dollar The way to the market makes subway trains unbearable, Which could only mean one thing l— Getawayfromme. Sing it! I'm intolerably horny most the time, And that counts anytime between now and forever So the Jptown a it is. As the train rolled slowly into Columbus circle, I started to get that feeling again— the same feeling I had the other night on the way to the comedy club, as if I was about to go on stage. I wasn't, and this, if anything was more of a consumer experience mainly meant for my entertainment, but still, I had butterflies— and there was no reason for them besides not having had any water— I wanted to make sure I had no need to run off to the restroom, either on the way, or during the taping , and— If anything. SOME BACKGROUND MUSIC!! Congratulations, you actually made it somewhere— Anywhere in New York City, On time. ..:I was on time to my stand up show. Exactly. MWAHAHAHHA!!!!! At least you laugh like a real villain, bro. I don't know what what's in reference to— Me neither. Now where was I…? Thank you. Everywhere in New York City is exactly one hour away. Even in midtown— Even in midtown. I told you they're all the devil. That's kind of incredible. Or god Liz Or, it's one in the same l. I might not ever make it on television— Even the assistant is gorgeous, (And majors in engineering) Somebody tell me why it's 100 degrees in fucking October! Global warming! I told you already l! What about the ice caps?! I TOLD YOU THEY MELTED!!!! Then again, Really kid— five o clock shadow at 1:48 in the afternoon. This is Telivision. It's a little ridiculous— Whose kid is this? If nobody claims him, I'll take that instead of lunch. How were you planning on lunch with it your wallet? I wasn't— But suddenly i'm hungry… Shut up! I used to get paid for this. I still do; watch this. I just realized, that I'm not having a good time I am method, so just— try to remember that. Where did the husbands come from? I was just in a room full of women— Now where am I? Remember the portals, and remember the Tenements, tenements— Tenements, tenements!? Old New York. What the fuck ever. Omg is the lady behind me possibly pregnant— And if she is she's keeping it— But she doesn't see herself being with the guy— “He's kind of affermenante” What? “He doesn't have that like, Charisma” I told you I still can get paid for this. Appearances, appearances, Charisma, Charisma So— its voice activated— And then once so many cell phones like, Detect my voice, a small signal is sent to that phone To make them start coughing. We can only assume that what is happening? Almost no one was coughing Until the banter in the bathroom I love this demographic of demigogs And badic bitches And tenements And tenements In intimate settings— OLD NEW YORK. How old Well, there are the tenements. We never really grow up, so we? We never really show out— Goes to show for sure I am indeed a God; For as soon as I walk in— They all start coughing. Where did the husbands come from?! This was, I promise you, an entire room full of women. THERE HE IS. GET HIM. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY KITCHEN! But—I didn't do anything! GO! Multiple steps in the directions of the Gods; Nothing to lose, but getting lost In the buildings and the tabletops The shadows of the others; Supposedly blocked into our time Blacklisted in hesitation that I could One day Very nearly and dearly Wish for something other than the best for Everyone involved, However I say no, For one million dollars only is a very small sum In accordance to the torture and disorder in the chaos I've come on here And here it is ; Again, Something to live for Something to love by Something it get into go for it, There was nothing other than the storm to come And yet A pool of course, You wanted full force for under The wind blows south And gone so deep under the water, There's no terror system! Here it is! All are actors, The world is a stage and yet, You fear it There's no conforming, Just admittance I came to get the app with the DJ's jumping off boats That's it. That's it. That's what I came for. Move still! Be you mad! I am mad, and envious of thee here, knowing not what I know and— Doing nothing in the midsts of my heartache, None glory being this, knoelege and yet Without wisdom The feeling of teeth sinking in, Hind legs ready to run, Water under no northern skies, But droughted— And mine, the thought of l weary skin The keeping of Times Times Times Tenements Times, Times, times- a Tenements Times, times times Percius, be you still? Still I wait. No honor. No judgement, mine is. There was no gain; There was no wise knowledge There was no wise for wisdom The times here The times here And even when you want to stop recording Turn your phones off— Even when you want to stop You keep rolling until the very last The very last The very last minute. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©