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} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.