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I didn't know what to think, or how to feel, exactly—but in the moment I had more on my mind than what was comfortable, not that anything was exactly comfortable—nor was I aware of what was fully happening. In complete auto-pilot, I stood at the center of the upper platform of the bus, awaiting my stop—and though I had taken the long route back to The Raddison just to read, I found it for whatever reason hard to focus, and although Robert Greene's books almost lasts kept me captivated and intrigued, it nearly boggled my mind into pieces attempting to read even one complete sentence— and as the bus over-filled well-beyond it's capacity, I had abandoned my seat voluntarily, as a man had quite literally sat on top of me, as I'd I were invisible, and besides being accompanied by a mouth-open-coughing man, whatever foreign language I couldn't bear to wrap my mind around placing was bothersome; and I though briefly about my budding republicanism, although I still dredged upon the blackest and poorest realms of society—still finding it wholeheartedly worrisome that so many foreigners thrived In my own country while natural born Americans continued to suffer. Arms above me to hold my place as if handing from a cross, my mind wandered as the bustling underworld around became a blur, as the bus crossed under the bridge I had myself deemed “one of the worst places in New York City,” only falling second to The Bronx, which I found to be as God's running joke “nobody likes the Bronx”, said just about everyone, when the subject was approached—and as my bus approached its stop, someone shouted out,

“SUPACREE!” quite loudly and clearly enough that it startled me—a lot, actually, and as the bus came to a stop, I darted underneath the man who had been eating a Slim Jim, dipping it gratuitously into a full-sized jar of Nutella—the thing that might have boggled me even more than hearing my own ficticious alter-ego shouted out amongst the crowd of an over-stuffed New York City bus— and out of the back doors, pouncing with extremespeed and darting away— towards the corner, nearly amused but more confused than anything; I had discontinued my podcast series nearly a month ago, or rather, had allowed it go to into “suspension”, all four series pulled from the digital marketplaces at which they once lived, and though on this day specifically, after “briefly becoming Skrillex”, I had now been funded with the ability to reclaim my podcasts, I struggled with the thought of such an expenditure—having abandoned less than $10 worth of groceries at several supermarkets over the last couple of days, almost unable completely to let any money that came in back out, and even though I was certainly dehydrated, struggling with…

Struggling with what.

Idk. I stopped writing.

Why.

Well, obviously I got off the bus.

“SUPACREE!”

‘Wtf. Who would even know about SUPACREE?! And HOW?!'

Meanwhile.

Catch me at the Raddison,

Or maybe at the Madison

Square Garden,

Hair blonde and hot as Jennifer Anniston

Class is in Session;

Listen up, freshman

You just got to Fame school,

But this my last semester;

Diamond, under Pressure like Queen

Say “yessir”,

Guess here,

But let's be clear

There's only one answer

(I AM)

I got two twin flames

I'm so famous,

My name changes,

Every day

Just like the weather,

I'm the rain—

The sun on a Sunni(y) day

If you're watching Anime,

I'm pain, Sauake,

I'm 9 tails, 8,

7-6-5, tres—

No quatro biente

Yo vijar tomorrow

El fumes es caliente

They say God is a dancer,

But I'm actually a rapper

They say God is a dancer,

Bur I'm actually a rapper

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