The 33rd Law of Thermodynamics

I only see your shadow;
For you, I kindly waited—
My eyes are very open,
But my heart is very hated

LOOK AT IT.

I—

JUST-LOOK AT IT.

I want to die and
I don't know why
I want to die and
I don't know why
I want to die and
I don't know why.
Why lie about it I
Feel like dying

I look past everything—
Even what I should see
I feel like dying
I'm constantly out of alignment
With my design

Don't mind me,
I was just l
Light at the end of the
Nightmare, or just a dream
I keep on waking up
Crying myself to sleep

I want to die and
I don't know why
I want to die and
I don't know why
I want to die and
I don't know why.
Why lie about it I
Feel like dying

—

I love the way your body looks—
Please, hold me tight and don't let go

I love the way your body looks—
Please hold me tight and don't let go

Come take a glance
At my mammary glands
No arms, no hands
No legs, no chance

Something bout those camouflage pants
I
Yeah, I'm just a fan,
I promise
I'm Stan
It's that bad
It's that bad

I run 15 miles an hour down a mountain
What you think about that?

I forgot a pen and a pad,
But look, I found one on the ground—
Aren't you proud of me?

I turn a mound into a man—
I promise,
I'm a fan
It's that bad
It's that bad
I'm a fountain

Look, I found you
Proud family fountaine
Yeah, I'm just a black
Campaign magnet manager

Yeah

Everything the prophet Jon said was a code,
And yet
I was nowhere to be found at all
I was
Probably still drowning in blood, after all of it
Writing my name on the wall
Or deposit slips
Slitting my wrists at the catacombs,
Woah
Slow down
This is all so uncalled for
So much the overachiever
And leaver of lovers,
The teacher
“I loved him so
Much”

Stockholm,
Stockholder
Stop go,
Stop go
red rover,
Red rover
Send someone right over
Cause
911!
911!
Hit the ground running,
Or duck and find cover
(Or better yet, find a revolver)
You're calling a four leaf clover
Art for the front cover
Ah, a world wonder
“I should probably call her…”
Enough

Sir, you remind me of someone
You left the door open
I probably won't close it
A loft, like the apartment I once
Grew up in
Or whatever my mind was,
In the moment

Why would someone smell this way
I'm just a machine, I'm
Irony, irony—
Ey!

Flock to the crossing,
I've never felt so dumb before
Just after
Loving one star
As hard as I could
And it all fell apart at the alter
Now I'm at the crossroads

Sell my soul, sure
For certain
But I never owned it
You'd better talk to my husband
He owns it

I'm better off drowning in sorrow
Than blood now
I'd better count all my arrows
And bloodhounds
Before the sun goes down
And before the hunt's getting started

A carver, for carving
But I couldn't quite catch the words,
I was starving

I couldn't quite make a song out of stardust
I'd better go
Just before the war starts up

“What did you call this?”

“A word,”

I said to my father

The world that I started, in ruins
So I stared it over

And over and over

So much for luxury—
I thought I wanted towel service and saunas
But turns out I love Eucapuptus
Whatever that does
Or something

I thought of being discharged
Or discarded
Like all of the common in poverty
Washed up
Like mau5 was
Before and after the comeback
“Commander…”

I never liked being captain
I warned you;
I only practice three out of the Ten Commandments
Serve condiments like mustard
And never ever wear condoms

I warned them,
Warranted

Now, let me show you where your cock goes
(In the ocean)
Cous-cous, or Caucasus
Persuasion, a caution
Caucasians

Dark, was the sun when I woke up
In all purple armor
Better to marry a fighter, prepared for the war that was coming
We all won
We're all in,
But undone
Rough,
I like a ruffian, I might add
But things never add up
I would love a muffin

Here goes a whole stream of conscious
(Or cous cous, or caucus or)
I lost the word for it
Watching the omnibus roll past
Fuck, now was was it
Some carbohydrate
(Quinoa)

You never know what you got
Till it's gone
I just lost a penny—
I'll pick up another one

Haven't you suffered enough for the moment?
I suffered once,
But it's still not over—
One for the floor and then
One just to follow
One for the floor, and then
One just to follow
I hate losing money, you know.
If I cut you off [Now]
⌨️️ ️
, you might lose your tolerance…

Hello, again
My dear old friend
I've missed you

How could you leave me
After all we've been through

That's just what I do now,
You know

I should have been more thorough
With all of my old stuff

I couldn't love you enough
In her body or another
Or all of us

INT. PLANET FITNESS. NIGHT

survivalism, deadmau5

Wonder, wonder
Would you, would you
Will I will I
Die tonight

Wonder wonder
If if if I
Stay up to the
Morning light
If I if I.
Could find
Your eyes again
Your eyes again
Your eyes again
Your eyes your eyes
Are mine

Thank you, kind stranger
No challenge, a charger
I was awfully awestruck,
But stood there just after
Standing on sutphin,
No love and no laughter
I'll see you tomorrow
Cause I'll be here after all

No wonder, no wonder
A wonderful somethin
No standing on sutphin
No love, and no laughter
There's no code of arms,
There's mo alarm, either
So unfit for love, so unfit the mother

Thank you, kind stranger

I couldn't care anymore, if I tried
Who loves me or not
I was what I was
Now I'm gone
And I'm off of it
I couldn't care for the cause
Cause it's all done
I couldn't care for a father or mother
Who loved me so much all at once
I was born from the stardust
To stories of Noah and Arks
(Or just one boat,)
But I stood on sutphin and archer
For nothing and no one

{Enter The Multiverse}

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