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Sell/pawn mixer

Do laundry

With soap

And bleach

Get website up and running

Print posters, more business cards

Do something decent with my hair

New clothes, maybe?

lol nvm that's not enough…

It's good coffee.

As I promised

Promises are often broken

Sounds like poetry.

You wrote it.

*sighs heavily*

C'cxell—

Johnny.

I'm going to need you to do something for me.

But I've already done so much.

This is important.

[she senses his sencerity and seriousness]

Oh. Johnny Depp is in this.

Of course he is.

What is it?

Wake up.

…wake up what?

You are in a very deep state of sleep, CC.

*sighs deeply*

I know that.

[beat]

Because that's where you are.

Wake up, please

This is lucidity, Johnny — I dream as I please.

I we planning on running,

It's funny,

But honestly

Stop following me

It's not fun anymore

Fame is just gang stalking

When you got no moneys

And nobody to hold you

Nothing to show for

The shows that you're not booking

And stop looking st apartments

We got you

Right we're we want you:

Homeless!

I don't like running—

The fights coming

Flights of states

Or staring at nothing

Just blaring my song

I like my body

But love Sonny or something

So I fake status

And wear glasses

And make passes as women,

Like I'm into em or something,

But sorry,

I'm a woman

Or at least,

I was supposed to be

Supposedly I have another appointment

If I show up early

Maybe it could belong to me

I'm only worried about the ground floor

Cause loud motorists seem to follow me

And my synesthesia

Trying to end me

I don't feel good at all

Wish I didn't feel anything actually

Wish I could end the simulation

And every other theory that called me a monkey

I evolved from aliens—an extraterrestrial

Celestial from the wreckage of a comet and a monster at the start of the first Star Wars

I got stories, but in New York

You gotta pay for em

I like Murray hill

But of course it's on the 4th floor

Right where I belong

In a psyche ward

Cause I can't afford nothin the world wants

And I'm done for

Not too long ago all I wanted was an apartment and a surfboard

Now I'm stuck in a rut in my country on the wrong side of the race war in world war 4

Cause the third was so under the rug

You missed it with your mask on

And vax cards

You think that's hard ?

I get carded are bars

And I'm 30

The top 40s the

120 and under club

Mid twenties

If this is your niche

I'm not in your clique

I should get running

But honestly I'm awful

I hate weekends

I haven't been working

And everything dirty

Can't find a worth in the world

I just want money or nothing

Cause nothing is better than

Nothing and nothing

Nothing and nothing

And nothing

Nothing

I'm not sorry

I'll stop at the pawn shop and sell you my soul for a couple of dollars

So I can do laundry

You ducking con

I'm fuckin gone in the morning but don't worry

I'll keep working and thinking I'm luck