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I wanna make dubstep.
Dubstep.
Yes.
Why.
Because.
Why.
I don't know. I just want to make Dubstep with my black girl magic.
Half black.
...half-black girl magic.
You can't. There's no such thing.
Yes there is.
No there isn't.
Yes there is--if there's black girl magic, and i'm half black, then there's half black half black girl magic.
Yess...but you can't use that to make dubstep.
I can't.
No. You can't.
Okay...what....do I need to make dubstep?
Talent.
Okay--
Ahaaaa, just kidding.
?
You need Satan.
WHAT?
Yeaaaah. I know. I'm not a fan either, but.
FAN? Aren't you afraid of him?
Nah. Satan can't do shit.
Then how do I need him to make dubstep.
He's very powerful.
I don't need Satan to make dubstep music.
Oh you don't.
No.
I need money.
God.
Huh.
I need money.
Okay. How much.
Like $20,000,000
Like twenty-million dollars.
Yes.
Ok.
Really?!
Sure!
Like US dollars
TWENTY MILLION US DOLLARS?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!
You know know I am!
FINE— but you know what?!
Fine?! Wait—really?! What?!
Ask Satan first—see what he says.
WHAT! Why would I ask Satan about anything?!
He knows lots of things.
NO!
Just ask him.
NO! I hate that guy!
Why?!
Cause he's Satan!
Fair.
It's not fair. People worship him.
Just ask him.
Why?!
Because. That way you get FORTY Million Dollars.
What!
20 from me—and $20 from him—
What the fuck! God!
—But! He's going to want a favor.
I ain't doing Satan any favors!
—just ask him; he'll do it—I'll handle the favor.
What the fuck…
Whatever he asks you to do, just come and tell me; I'll take care of it—
Take care of what?
We'll see. Then I'll give you twenty million dollars.
US Dollars?!
Are you sure you don't want KWD?
What is that?!
Too late! USD!
—AGH!
Satan likes his coffee black
Like the way he made the day
That heaven's gates would call his name
And gave the keys to the kingdom
To the heathens & demons,
Amen
If this is what it is, then
"Love wins" is in another dimension
Attention:
I've given what I've given,
Did I mention,
It was just intuition;
I am my own invention,
I am unwhole, by admission
Down the rabbit hole,
Float down the River Styx and
Count to 666 and
Now I'm Dick Nixon in the 60's
Hippie sickness is
Thinking peace exists when ammunitions a vital statistic
A lunatic assumes the usual position
To the moon,
A blue balloon to the innocent
Love was heaven sent but failed to find it
None left on this planet
"Destroy it"
This goddamned family's mad
Pass the hammer, a standard
Tip the hat to the madhatter
Had her luck run out faster,
The m