Hiatus #1: ASMR In Hiatus

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}




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