9/11

Idol//Icon

I'm an idol

I'm an icon

Depending what planet you're on—

I'm a God

I wrote the whole plot

And it's just getting started

Haven't thought of the sea, since I parted it

I'm the whole rock that you're spinning on

Now, move among, Mohammed

I'm the reason for your Ramadan

I'm offline

I'm an idol, I'm an icon

Have you all on standby,

I'm an idol, I'm an icon

Have you standing in line

I'm an idol, I'm an icon

I get what I want

I'm an idol, I'm an icon

I'm a God

I don't think anything nessicarily

Unpredictable, even if it's all just

A simulated experience,

We captured it,

Encrypted it, the memories,

And every single event leading up to this

We reinvented it,

The existential simulation

Existence is just a reflection of

Perception's circumstance

The circumference of consciousness

Conception to the ever present

This is the revolution,

Prophesied and lived in

God's Camouflage

And Dillon's Daisies;

All the beautiful people in the world hate me—

But the true beautiful people are crazy

You see?

I feel it from the inside

Run, but can't hide

The American nightmare

Is plainly insight

If you open your eyes

Wide enough

Show me something undercover

Anothe God, maybe a lover

Perhaps a future, or a fire

Or a fountain, or a fighter

Right to bear arms,

You are the Army

I am the honor

And the armor

To penetrate with enragemenr

Engagementsx

Fulfillments

So fluid, the intuition

The truth and the beautified intentions

Revocations needed,

And Socrates repeated in genetics

Reptiles and mammals, insects

—And disrespected citizens in Radissions at Ramadan

—The Importanxe of Coffee

Spring is here,

And he is risen

Spring is here

We are Alive again

Spring is here,

And she has risen

Spring is here

We live again

Destructive forms of thought,

forums and collegium's

Foraging for wonders

Often said to be lost,

Or never throught of

Yet,

I seek to wonder

Seek to run

And seek to shatter alters

Fit the form of

All who also seek to know us

I don't know what day it is

I don't know what works we live in

I don't know to pray to Jesus

I just pray

That's all that he did

I don't know what I believe in

Know it's God, but God is different

Always represented “him”

But never represented women.

O'HARA'S BAR, MANHATTAN. NY

And I couldn't.l care less

Cause I'm not pressed for time,

You see—

It's all just lessons and guessin,

Depressed expressions of the greatest institution to ever have lived—

But the more that you get,

Than the more you should give

Okay,

If you say so

That's the way it is

That's the way it goes

But there's only God

And God only knows

The story you tell

Is just the story you told

What's the Golden Rule?

Where are the Golden Girls when you need them?

Hey, it's syndicated, so

Play replay it

Loose Change In my Pocket

So let's get to making it happen

Just remember

I'm the one that you're following

Let's just acknowledge the prophet

And prophesies

Blue eyes turn brown after time,

Don't you know

Blue eyes today,

Brown eyes tomorrow

Your time is over

The time is now, for now

There's no tomorrow

There's no tomorrow

Once you start the clock, you can't stop it

Don't stop to talk,

It's special operations

There we are, at God again

Acknowledge the prophet

The blacks are all homeless

And the white are all Godless—

Are we done yet

I'm at the One World

Are you gonna run yet?

What's there to run from—

You know where I come from?

Don't stop now

No,

Don't stop at all

Sure, if you say so

I'm going

Okay, go

So you know

And I know

It's all just a cycle of

SQUIRREL

aahhh, shit. I love squirrels.

Where the fuck are you going?

I don't know.

I suck at the map game.

DAMN.

Sentimental PTSD

Elemental equations and

Automatic admissions

Sonic samples and m

Illusions of freedom,

escape from the present,

And turn off your Bluetooth

Listen.

Huh, what happened.

A lot, apparently.

Aparate.

Goddamnit, where is she.

Who has the records on this.

Believe me, someone.

God is real as fuck.

Okay. What am I looking at.

What are you waiting for

2)343

Where the fuck is Skrillex?

I don't think that's what this is about.

I told you he was the feds.

What the fuck happened?

You know, we left all this here before;

That's what allows this to continue happening.

The elemental differences is,

The rememberance of the residual memory which was given to you, implanted in your genetics so that you may undo what continues to be done, and so dissallows evolution and ascension of your entity's existence.

What the fuck is that

Idk it's Ramadan

Very strange day to visit the World Trade Center

No, it isn't.

I got up at exactly 9:11 with no plans for the day whatsoever, and an urgency to leave my quarters, however—the urge to clean and organize before doing so was even greater, and so, without much haste, I spent my morning bettering my surroundings, which were, at best, depressing—but much better than before, and even though I preferred Brooklyn or of course Manhattan, I now new how to easily access most of New York without needing too many directions; and so navigating the city off the grid and offline has become possible, and also necessary.

You know, some say you're the messiah.

Oh yeah? What else do they say?

Depends on who “they” is.

It's all me.

Everything is you.

I said that.

I had become quite skillful of staying out of people's way, and in enough time would come to create my own. I had to entrust that I was no one particularly special, and yet, it did however seem I had captured the interests of someone who didn't quite care to remain as unseen as unknown. I could only hoped that the pursuants would become a little better at allowing me to know I was being watched and followed—and while I was under the impression that it no longer matter how or if I lived or died, my apathy became a launchpad for the

I love m&ms!

That's millions and millions

Nevermind my billions;

Save it for the buildings

All of a sudden, the entire locker room was pitch black—as I stepped out of the showers, turning my flashlight so that I could make may way through the m unfamiliar terriftory, an all too familiar sound rang out from what at first I thought might be my headphones, but soon realized, as I had left my headphones to charge, that it was actually coming from the overhead speakers

Time & Music, Sense Memory and Time Travel—The Synethetic Continuum

That's my thesis?!

That's your thesis.

Stop?

Stand nonchalantly

Go tube what you've got

Oh

You're in for it now,

Hear the drums of the summoners

Come, come one now

Come all, if you wanna

Jump off somethin high up

And you land right on us

Yeah right

Try it, I'll bet me last dollar on it

God, I gotta stop shopping at the Whole Foods market

On Wall Street

They all saw me coming

Fuck it

{Enter The Multiverse}

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