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To do: rigorous study of, or great accomplishment within, a particular field; a long track record of competence in a demanding field; an extensive history of dedication and effort in service to a specific discipline (e.g., medicine or law) or a high degree of accomplishment, training or wisdom within a given field; a high degree of physical discipline. Bruh. The CIA is wilin' I know, I honest to God love these guys. What? You think i'm kidding. Give me something to shut up about Come fill up my mouth, Rather than my mind with doubt Don't wonder about me; I'd rather have you come out (I'll be a lady) It won't be the talk of the town; In the pillow face down, So it muffles the sound How about that Holy fuck, i'm depressed, man. YWH. WHAT. He's got beautiful eyes. Oh my God. What a beautiful baby. Let's just face it: we're gonna have some funny looking kids. Funny looking kids have higher moral values. You're not wrong. So it's true, What everybody says about you I hear what they all say I wanna hear what they all say You wanna hear what they all say? So it's true What everybody says Says about you I want your body on my body I almost never thought of you I haven't got to wonder longer I'll drift off to find you I think I love you. ( I certainly love you) “Lover,” I called her a lover. The shaman was never a shaman. The mother was always a mother. I love you. Yo, What's that like? ‘I thought to myself' I just wanna know. I wanna know your story Well, here I go– It doesn't take long, You know Just stick with the program, Hope some of it sticks at all Don't let the tears fall out, at all Don't let the tears out, no Don't go It is in a different order; A whole different story But it's getting colder on this whole half of the globe It doesn't matter to me, Because it can't And It just happens to be because It is There's nothing left between us but the wind There's nothing left between us but the wind It's been a while since i've been injured this badly My heart is so broken, I wonder if it was ever whole I hadn't quite captured that monster I tend to get jealous Even when it don't make sense I'm not a well woman I'm envious, Ingenious, even Same as it always was Friends with benefits My name is Sami If you ask me I've got business In Manhattan Better run along to make it better, now If I can another random dance Another heart attack, A mild one It goes on for miles and miles Why I had my eyes on I'll never know It's hard at the front lines, You're always on camera I'll never be good enough I'll never be worth it Let it happen Lift the curse up I miss having the nerve just to swallow it all down at once Bury my head in the sand As if anything was random, Rather than calculated If i could rest for a second and take it all in That i might as well say I won't make it It's all up in flames, now Don't be mad It don't matter to me I don't care about love About nothing, and nobody I surely don't care about me See It's all up in flames now And it's kind of unlikely That I'll see you this time round But you know where to find me Or how I don't let any tears down The whole two hours I'm almost proud of it I don't care who she is I'd just rather not be reminded Out of sight Out of mind I've been keeping my eye on But my mind off Round and round, gone Like a fire alarm At least the last time i heard on Talking in shapes But i'd rather not talk at all The whole world is on fire I hate girls, Cause i never was one I only like white light to quench my thirst It's a fire alarm And the black smoke Goes up Now, i don't smile a lot But i talk to God very often, look It's a game of luck, And i've lost some I've lost All ive got I got nothing left Nothing left to want I just want a friend or a plug But i've got to get off some I bought a rocket to mars once I've come back, now Funny story I was sorry, but Now i'm more glorified for it Guess you caught me What a number huh I should call it up A postpartum stutter Never a woman i was Or a girl but a mother of someone Who might have forgotten No, I'm never gonna look like that I'm never gonna be like her I'm never gonna sound alike Like a God I just worship the front lines Figure it out I was never enough for no one Was never a girl But was somehow, instead Born a woman and mother I mortify man with my body How grotesque, To be dead, It is How hazardous, To put this on It's just a show It's just a job Such a number I should just shut up I should wash my hands of obsession But love's just a body I rather admire it Have I done enough Have I done enough yet I've been out of my body, But never like this If you can make me come once You can make me come twice Nevermind, nevermind Of men and mice I've been counting my options And rocks On the wrong ones It's only a dolomite I never promised I wouldn't promise, If i had promised to (What. Ever.) {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©