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Big time boys, And part time girls; Some people go around the back for it Geniuses ride around in private cars; Some people go around the back for it. Fat man goes down fast; two stabs to the back And he's all yours, All arms Some people come around the back for it Others have that charm, Paid an arm and a leg for it But all done now, it's not hard to know you're on a recorded line How does it feel to fall in love And be loved back I wouldn't know, I'm still at the Encore Sure at the show in a soft swung hammock, I don't know Of course, the girl doesn't want it at all Perfect little blonde, she'll get along well off with another one (for the other's it's once in a lifetime, if one.) {Enter The Multiverse} Integrity, you know. The elderly woman leans in over her shouldernat the elderly man. Integrity, puh! Iiiiicing on the cake! And all is well. Sir! “Sir” I beg of you. All nonsense; my cap or my crown? Have ye the strength to bare either? Apparently so. I beg to differ. My cap, then. He dawns the jokers court cap, and in contrast to his robes . Who.:: A whisper. A shadow, soon to vanish— And then, another figure, not parted But hidden, Miraculous gesture, The jester, imprisoned. Please don't do this tonight. If not tonight I don't know when. Whenever else! But not now! EXT. TOM'S RESTAURANT. MANHATTAN. DAY. It is a grey but not dreary day, overcast however with the silverline clouds of an otherwise beautiful sunlit day. [—The Legend Returns] Tales of a Superstwr DJ It's shining like three seeds of pomegranate in my hand— A desolate desert beach amidst a sandstorm, the sun beams down through the barrage of inescapable flying white pellets of sand. FUCK! Dapper gentlemen, All I want to see if your body Make sand stone ground, Clasp to nothing but perhaps, Warm and clean, crisp and fresh linen And I, you, my need Free to your whole body, A feast for the starving; A quest for the wicked. Yes, I need you. Now and forever. I need you. Now and forever. If we made love in the library, Any open book would be of you thereafter— And to give me a guitar would mean, That every note would sing your name. Just then, the Peloton beckoned, or the cleats, anyway, although the bath I'd run just the night before was still full, stone cold by now and just as well the coffee in my tumbler was luke warm, but I had cried myself an entire river the night before, and I was sure the pouting might have even sent me to a seperate dimension. I was being such a baby—and I had never been so upset to have actually gotten what I wanted. The handsome man was a distraction— a welcome one. I didn't want to ask his age, but I knew he was older than me, and he was beautiful. I didn't want to scare him away, but to be honest with myself or anything else, this was the first one I might have wanted in a long time—the first real one, anyway, or, somewhat real. Closer to normal along the spectrum, not some famous celebrity or a delusion of grandeur, but seemingly normal, smart, and handsome. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.