-I Don’t Know How To Do This.

The bellow of a faraway beast
A far cry from where I belong
I still haven't opened my eyes in a while
A flash brings me back to the time
As where I am
Gone in the run of a mile
(or Five of them)

Don't call me home
I don't wonder no more

I'm going to work
There's no knock at the door from here

Don't try to pull it apart–
it's all nonsense

Went for a walk,
I just haven't been back since

It's been years

It's been years

It's been years;
I'm still careful of years
“that's all you get”
The one love that went awry
And awkward, I walk as if
I were a toddler
Persistence, perseverance
Patience, the doctor said
Patience, I've more than a doctor
–I thought that was clever

It's been forever

It's been forever

It's been a life lived, dear
Don't you know you've so many more of them

In morse code I said
“Want to go home,
I've been under the weather”
I thought that was clever,
Hence the umbrella

I put a spell on him–
But that's irrelevant

Only time could tell
But I don't tell him anything

He put a spell on me,
I was in Hell I guess

I learned to spell again,
Put the whole world in my head
So that it would spin–
But that's irrelevant

I tend to spend all my time
Sending messages into the infinite
With no recollection of
Anything other than
What God wanted

I've got no other friends
But i've more patients than doctors
(I thought that was clever)
Persistence, perseverance
Plenty of dead friends,
and saints
Full of patience and practice,
The doctor said
“I've never done anything like this”
Which reminds me,
I should be prying my mind open
Trying to find someone that might
Finance my tripumphs
Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time
To remind myself:
I'm just as mad at my mind
For unwinding
And time,
For fear of dying–
As it seems like those around me are
Fearful
Of leaving here,
So unaware that this
Model is just one of
Hundreds of thousands
Just like it
A passage of time
So insignificant,
Just the beginning of
Something so infinite
It's just forgettable

Forgiveness
Isn't
Figurative
Unless it's
A punishment for
Punching the clock
Or
Punching your wife
Or
Giving up easily–
Rather, It's indifferent,
I figured
The world spins
Because
Its just
In my head

SEP FROM UNISON

Hi.

…
Hello.

SEP FROM UNISON

Give me a dollar.

…
Ok.

SEP FROM UNISON

Nice.

SEP FROM UNISON

See ya later.

*disappears, but definitely not for forever*

…

…

…

Oh good, you're here.

Where is this.

Your future.

Oh?

Here, put this on.

What is this.

Put it on.

–okay?

Nice

*disappears, but probably forever*

Huh.

L E G E N D S

“The Rabbit Hole”

GARY.

…yes?

Did you take out the trash?

Not yet.

Well– DO THAT.

…okay.

GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE.

GARY.

He is not. He is a janitor.

–sorry.

It's a longshot
How I loved that backlot
Longer than time
And I don't know why, but
I've got my eyes closed, i'm
Turning back time
I'm back at Bob Hope
Direct from LaGuardia
I would take JFK to LAX
But
I've been next up
Now i'm out front
iPhone Cameras and
Nikons
I'm a Icon

“Madonna's Falafels”

JENNIFER ANNISTON

Have another fucking fallafel, I swear.

OH MY GOD.

JENNIFER ANNISTON

Go right ahead.

IS THAT A GUN

JENNIFER ANNISTON
What does it look like?

It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh…

[JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!]

COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL.

[MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.]

MADONNA
WHAT IS GOING ON.

JENNIFER ANNISTON
THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL.

MADONNA
*eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL.

I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite*

JENNIFER ANNISTON
OH!

MADONNA

GIMMIE THAT GUN

You're a sick Individual; And I don't care.

You make my life difficult,
And I don't care.

I'll never be good enough;
And I don't care

Now it's so obvious;
And I don't care

{Enter The Multiverse}

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