[ Ū N Ï T Y. ]

Pollen on my lips,
I love to kiss you;
Missing the elliptical at Equinox
A full eclipse
And I've never known anything to smell to sweet as this,
Just naturally

I'd loved to be loved
But I'm just getting famous
I guess that's the trade, then
A sacrifice, as if I'd not already lost my life,

—Or slit my wrists
Intermittent 5th dimension
Tim, or what they used to call him…
But he can't remember.

This is major Tom,
Another psalm
Or poem,
From Ms. Gypsy
Spinning into mixes,
Drifting into spiderwebs as a reminder
She would write for The Times,
Like the power, or a webinar
She borrowed the guitar.
Which then, became a gift
So she dismissed him—the minister.
Or who administers the medicine
Of the administration
Menustration , under stress of course
Or as she keeps on fasting
For Last Earth

Seeing things?
Certainly!
I've been fasting, and under the influence of Dillon Francis
God Dammit Hanzel
Did you have to
Hold her hand
And have the other one
Covered in Kandi
On that album cover?!
I can't stand it
Whatever the master plan is
Give me the schematics, quick
So I can land a man to match with
That holds a candle
To that piñata

Maybe I should shapeshift into Taylor Swift
So I can get some dick in
The right complexion…
Is that too explicit?

Or maybe I should just stick to Skrillex
The first on my wishlist—
Until Kayla Lauren
(Or the other ones—
And there's a lot of em;
The rabbit's always on the run)

Hey Allison
Or Alex—
Yeah, that's it

I'm still an insomniac
Just trying to forget that I'm black
And only mildly attractive
With a New New York accent
And sudden onset passive aggression
From the stress and pressure of synethesia
And mastering my tracks
Without another expensive subscription
And another one

Here comes another one

The sun just spins in circles and whistles
This is the worst I've ever written with indifference

‘Fear nothing'
On, the fire burns
And nothing more she ever feared
It only gets better from here
It only get better from here

It only gets better from here

Still, my love burns
Like a smouldering flame
Here, a star was born from the ashes,
Destined for fame
‘Avarita,'
She called, from the caverns of lust—
The curse has been broken
Come dawn, from the dusk

So much for purpose—
Gone was the suffering;
Sending smoke signals to dieties
Laying beneath all the names,
The labels so sacred
Such secrets and fables,
The table of

L E G E N D S

All worlds collide in collisions of conciousness, space, and time as we travel the ever-infinite multidimensions of existence as we know it…
(Or—Don't.)

Rules of Time Travel:

Don't.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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