{The Wonderful World}

Because I saw you at the crossroads;
And we both are who we are already,
It might be best just to consolidate the solitude
And wash away the

ARE YOU READYYYYYYYYY.

I couldn't do it
Even to get close to you
Even to get next to you
I could do it
Even to sit next to you
Even to connect with you
Even for sex with you
Naked, as friends,
Or again, at the ending
I haven't yet written

I need a prescription
Or maybe some whippets
Hey—
Let's ditch this place
Take me with you

Alright, who paid you to do this?

No such thing as fate,
Or coincidences
In Downtown Los Angeles

I can't be anything more than what you make me
So take me to a dream
And raise the stakes please
Or a spiced ham
God dammit,
What a handsome and tragic catastrophe
At least, it better be
For what I'm paying

I'm not playing with you, Timmy.

My name's not—

I know what your name is.

I know what your name is,
I write in your cadence

I know what your game is,
I guess i'm stil playing
It's quite automatic
You know what I'm saying?

I know what you need—
Yeah you know what I need, Nick
The first problem is;
I keep making these men into muses
And music,
Without consummating or laying with them,
Perhaps I should change the arrangement

We all like your face, kid.

So, let's face it
The music is over
The doors of perception are closing,
And hopefully none of the open ones
Leave her homeless

So—
Go, then, and while you're running and the doors open
We'll go through your clothes drawers
and set off the codes, then.

Holy moly, it's gross where you're from—
Holy, Holy, a God and a Ghost, huh?
Holy Homes for the lonely and
No more roses
Ok.

Ok.

Ok.

With just one look at your face—
And I write this, pages
Thanks, Drake—
(Or whatever your name is in private;
Cause I haven't been there yet)

Alright, next assignment.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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