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Au gratin potatoes And not all is forgotten, I should have done Nothing, Instead I come running for answers Under a mile Don't open the mailbox No hairpin monitors, All of ya's, all divorce No wars are gonna be over Or not sorry Undone, nah Give a silk scarf to the model Give them all Hearts Give them all work I strip down and it goes like this; I don't know poker, But I wrote four albums on heartache One more, I'm the boss in him Get them all up for the mouse in the trap The dove in the hammock The silk brain on candle boxes Don't worry, I've got a lawsuit forming Large numbers Steady hawking the pawn Sadie Hawkins Of course Someone has karma coming up With two r's And ten knuckles Don't let me harm you I've got my armor on Au gratin, All vegan protein, if you wanted em Coconut products. Now leave me alone, You weak dick mother fuckers Shooting off in under an unremarkable Ten minutes or so under ya In ten minues death flats I'd be heart flatlining if I had to waste any or all of my time on ya Get behind me, The fart wafts further The harder I cough Looking back on your discovery Of her majesty I've never laughed harder at nothing before You want hair and switch nothing waist perfect trophy blondes And perfec trophy blondes And trophy perfect blondes Like the rest of us are all just For contrast or something The discards, rejects Too dark Too whatever you don't want? It's a pride problem. Now get away from me and take your snake with you, Your big brother. JESUS CHRIST V.O. Contrary to popular belief, I did not die on the cross. JESUS CHRIST, though bloodied and brutally beaten, appears strong—as he tries desperately to move the stones which seal the tomb he has been “buried” in. Before: …he's still not dead! Well, dead enough JESUS CHRIST V.O. It had been three days. I was beautiful, Or could be— Coudle have been Or might be; Won't though Until the end of this one, When it's over The catastrophe of fat and black; The opposite of likely to succeed — Though some have bested the odds, Still yet to be betrayed, By the men they love, Then again— All men betray; Especially, those who love them. SATAN appears inside the cave, standing against the wall with his arms crossed, quite satisfied .. Without even turning around, JESUS seems to know he is there. JESUS CHRIST Hello, Satan. Though only slightly, even just the presence of the other seems to make him a bit weaker; he squints with distaste, backing away from the boulder in agony— his wounds seem to have quickly healed, but not vanished, as he looks at the inside of his palms with a hint of worry and annoyance. I don't—- care about anything I know, nobody loves me The Devil and I are aligned I behind by five, One flower, Two cherries, No hymen Leftover au gratin potatoes from before, And I'm rotten to the core, Oh, what a disaster No better than the whore next door KIMMEL (As ‘THE HIGH PRIEST') lol i can't read this. What. It's messy-the writing. I might have been distracted. HEX! By What? Can't say. Speak we though in Codes, mantras, and double entendre; the sheep devil's tongue, a sword, The caption of God wedded between you– What a stone! Had he wished the– uh … [The Festival Project ™ ] Had he wished the sautered arm a loin or other parsensed Have ye worshiped not th gallows eyes Both not pardoned And still, these eyes gaping Having earned it back from all time, Still ruined, having left none, Still in wartime– Goddammit what was I doing CUT TO: A fight to the death. Noneshaped but left faring way– Here, I stand. What the FUCK does this SAY? I don't know, man. well, we'd better figure it out before. [The door is kicked in.] Ugh. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The Complex Collective ©