Shabbat After Sundown 002. ‘-complications.’ VII - “it’s Jew Magic.” {7.}

I just want to have sex with you. At this point, I don't want anything else— but know this, even the most simple, natural, animalistic thing is unattainable— I'm not even successful enough to know you— Or beautiful enough— Or rich enough— Or whatever it is that gets to sit in that seat next to you— I'm not enough. So whatever it is— Whatever energy won't leave my body— The racing and obsessive thoughts about you— The surges of lust and passion through my body— Wanting you and only you Needing you and only you That feeling that no one else will ever measure up — because no one else will ever measure up I hate it— And I'm upset as fuck. Shabbat after sunset II A spell starts working the very moment you decide to do it. It works well when you know and understand its direct and exact intention SHIA LABEOUF and SUNNI BLŪ are easily Hollywood's most obnoxious and cringeworthy couple. Nothings more cringeworthy than this, though. SUPACREE and DIPLO go PUBLIC, Ewwww. They are gross. They're so gross. Ugh. Okay. We gotta find Skrillex and get back to the dimension where that whole first storyline- What guest storyline SCARY MONSTERS AND— You're not real! I am real. No! Go away. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. Get out! Ok. You're just a character in my book mothafucka! Peru firebox fml AH! THANK MADONNA! Lol Tongue in cheek we are— Around the way we go, To a place we only know In my body, in my soul I should have let out before I left but Ain't nobody got time for that I Just recently learned what a New York minute is— I don't like minute men, But I like miniatures It was the strangest thing— Just the day, And the thought of the man, Had me swoon and nearly fall in love again Wonder what had become of him, And remembered for a moment What love is I had the rest of Renaissance to finish my quick set—which was only a few songs away— and at least I had made it t had made it to the gym, I thought — but suddenly, or maybe even not so, I was haunted by residual sex dreams of Dillon Frances, tememberqnces of Jon Sennet, and all the things I had said and done up to that point, which had led me to a point of absolute and udder confusion, withdrawal and detest hem t from everything I had learned about reality- at an accelerated pace— The irony of it was, I was hopping to beyoncè Shazaming what sounded like a familiar friend in death, Kurt Cobain, or at least I thought, and taking everything I could for aampling purposes? If not just for sheer enjoyment— “You could write a book about me” Jon had one piped “Don't” , he followed. And for years, I listened, unknowing that the collections of poetry, early additions to my song catalogue, and entries in my very intimate auto-biographical timeline would culminate someday to be alone books themselves, let alone entries into the festival project, which now coveted the expanse of what was surely several books, thousands of songs, and an endless collection of poetry that had yet to pay off, but perhaps one day would, even after my death—which I was sure was presently, as nothing seemed at all as it had been before— Skip to the Whatever. Pressed for time My expressions repressed Overused phrases And yet, I still mean them How many cases of Fiji water did beyoncè sell in one like? Did we ever connect those timelines? Lol no. Well, I'm not racist. Are you sure. No! GROWLS. —but my dragon is. Oh shit. I don't need hair but a knee brace Don't make that face at me Cause you want it that way Yeah You wanted it that way SONNY MOORE ends up in BEYONCE's body after an attempt to finally recapture the original SUPACREE is thwarted. Lol she's a good actress, I know she can play this. Sense memory To the end of the world and back witb you, To Right back where we started, Just a little bit further out And a little bit better off Still not where we belong, Still too far gone from what we thought we all deserved And still, And yet, And here we are Another Random Album Oh my God Don't let the tears fall, now You're just a sore spot in my body That I need to work out And I don't know how it got so bad That I haven't a care in the world to be had Or a friend, But I sure do miss my class My passenger Nah, it can't be, That dreams mean anything Listen, I talked to the cat, Quite candidly, She was fantastic, Had a knack for making me laugh Oh wsnna okay good and robbers huh Nah hon I wanna play rockstars and movie stars Stick cats Stocks and bond Shop o.Lb wakstreet insyead of Walmart If that's what money does Calm down, It's just a jamizame Thought I was gone, But I just nodded off some I thought you wanted all of nothing Want the dodgers, But the Boston. Socks won, I want all the love you've got And God forgot Let season 7 commence, Timmy turners in over his head His orherchakf In another dimension A dead beat dad But only because of this STAY DOWN, TIMMY. SUNNI BLU is a drug lord and well known king pen Oh, the eloquence of ignorance, Exerting his power over me (From behind) And he knows I like it He knows I like it And he knows I don't have time for this No need for distractions It's just an itch I need to scratch And it's just an attraction A fatal attraction YO, FUCK DILKON FRAMCIZ Sunni, you're drunk—again. I DONT GIVR A FUCK. I hopped the wrong bus To far Rockaway With my heart in my pocket And a cop on my conscious {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.