Same old LA


Same old kid


Same old Ricky


Same old dick


I May have just switched


To a different dimension;


This shit is twisted;


And I'm still addicted to


Him



Huh



Can you blame me?


I just can't hang, baby


Don't be hateful—


I'm just ,


Playing crazy 8's


I hate this game;


Somebody take me out this place


Come, Jesus, save me


Make some bacon on my plate


Hey lady,


It's—


Approximately 6 AM


And it's raining again


And i hate to admit it, but shit


I can't listen to Skrillex


(Ah-hem)


I think I just died


Fill me up with.


Formaldehyde,


(Or whatever it is)


I'm clever for this,


It's heaven or hell In this city


He's looking disheveled,


I might need a shovel or 10,


To bury him;


Or hurry up and marry him


Ask Mary Magdalene again


If she did or didn't,


—doesn't matter though,


It's intermission.


It's just a swisher,


It's just a wish,


It's just a glitch


This isn't Timmy Turner,


But it is, i got a burning question—


When's the fucking end


I'll get the script in by the end of business, Mr.


Just don't plagiarize what's mine again


I'll take a Heineken,


I'm behind a bit,


I lied when I said “amen”


Cause i wasn't finished


I still need some scriptures in this bitch


Let's take a minute.



Make my time spin


Make my life Infinite,


It is, it's him again—


Isn't it?


But Ian's this just another gesture


Hm.


Let me check


Let me get a ruler just to measure it;


The metric system's better;


Bet—you're running out of pennies



And I'm running out of pleasure


I'm running out of —



Damn.



I had to laugh


There's a crack head shaking her ass


To deadmau5


He's the man, i guess


Hat's off,


I guess,


Just have a happy



WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.



A Capricorn,


Since you asked in all caps


Daaaaaaamn.



Just a minute,


Or 6,


Ii got 56 minutes left in this bitch,


A bag full of sandwhiches


(They're vegan)


I didn't mean to mean this, yo


But i need—



WHIPPETS.



Ok.



WHIPPETS.



Yeah?



I NEED WHIPPETS.



I—



GIVE ME ALL YOUR WHIPPETS!



Uh, okay.



That'll be $9,000



THAT AINT SHIT. I GOT ALL THAT.



THIS IS aAAAAAAAA



NOT RIGHT NOW, NICK.


It's just a—



There are no coincidences.



ITS THAT GUY.



Don't say anything.



It's fine. Just be cool.



—but it wasn't cool. Last time I saw that guy,…



Not a story worth telling,


Like I said, I'm not telling on


Any of these niggas,


They can be sleeping with the fishes,


I'm with Timmy, granting wishes,


Doing dishes,


Damn, it's infinite with Ricky,


It gets infinite, for shizzle—


This is the beginning to the


Never fucking ending


I ain't hit the gym in a week


I aint been the same since my ex hit me


So I don't mind this celibacy, for a century at least


I'm the only one who can please me,


Please, breathe, Cree



Nope,


Not me


Take it easy'



I'm not buying it


I'm not buying anything I don't need


Why'd you take this away from me ?!


It's just TV!


It's just TV!



The eye knows what you think


Without even speaking


We know what you need


Without even grieving,


I seem to reat in peace


You do the reat,


I just need 3…


3…


3…





I just need three good people


These three kings, for one good queen


I was so good, i had to do it


*need to,


I'll be here all week, i think


Not sure yet—


I fucked up my whole head doing whippets,


I was 10, and hella curious,


What keyboard cleaner does



(((Wahwahwahwahwah)))



It wasn't altogether impulsive;


I had been writing into temptions of LA Cafe all night, if not throughout most of the week, but especially this night—however, I hadn't spent a penny from this paycheck besides rent, and though there was a considerable amount leftover as savings, I had been sure not to spend at all, and hadn't for several weeks even—and I wasn't planning on breaking that spree for more than a moment.


Into the morning, my daily routine, as it had become,



Pause.



What.



I don't want to tell this story.



You have to.


No I dont.



Yes you do.



I ain't telling anybody shit.



I'm not telling on anybody. Ever.



Oh shit.



OH SHIT.



should I stop her?


Nah.


Keep on walking.



What is happening in this show right now?



Everything.



I'm your living room and I'm just trying to figure out what the heck to do with you.



What



I'm your living room.



Okay.



So wake up.



What is this


I don't know.


This is weird



…is he talking to his house


His living room.


This show is weird.



Lol is this the show where the guy is bffs with his living room ?


Yeah it is


This show is weird.



What are you doing


?



SUPACREE



W0AH.



X_x



LOL. There he is.


I found him.


Lol



Yassss.



….



S.



Wait.



What.



We found Skrillex.


Shh!!


Yeah



So is the game over?



Uh





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