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These terrorists are mad desperate;

A demon is a demon—

But a weak, feeble-minded brainwashed terrorist is another thing: just that.

[domestic terrorism and acts of sociopolitical psychological tactical practices by and against American citizens.]

The only satisfaction in knowing how right I was, became choosing not to directly address them anymore as they were— ignorant, insolent babies throwing temper tantrums—

It seemed altogether in the same system were the motorcyclists and the door slammers, as if some sort of strategy against free thought and the right to truth.

The actual truth of the matter was, that I was also in them—whether or not they had the conscience to know.

Be mad; I am.

Maybe now in coming times you will understand

How cruel it feels to be hated,

For just existing.

Fragility

Something ‘about' me bothers you so deeply—

And you ‘don't know' what;

But I'll tell you what it is…

Later.

For now,

I'll just enjoy soaking in your rage —

How wrong you feel I am

For being right.

And how right I am—

That this is wrong.

{Enter The Multiverse}

“Billie's Bong”

The poor Billie Ellish has a neon bong.

Woah! You have a bong!

Yeah.

That's sick.

Do you not—smoke?

No. Wait. Do you not—like, sing?

Nah, yeah— I'm in like, a band, but—

But what about your vocals?

We play punk!

Nice.

[A CHARACTER walks in, and is astounded to see the two practically identical Billies.]

Who though?

Doesn't matter.

I don't get it. Which one is which?

They both shrug.

The poor Billie Ellish and the regular Billie Ellish have almost everything in common besides money— being that, “broke Billie” comes from a stereotypically dysfunctional family, and a broken home, and has lived a majority of her life in poverty—besides of course—Finneas at least having once served as the lead guitarist of her band, before dropping off.

Wait, what did happen to your Finneas?

Ah, My Finneas? Forget about it. That dude is a skag.

My breath is shallow,

My heart is lonely.

The poster shadow

Of many moons forshadoed.

Again, I lie awake, screaming,

Not calling

I'm screening your calls

You want ice cream with that,

Or what.

(Or what)

Probably or what, though

In a nutshell,

I don't want you

I thought your hollow bones

Could swallow us whole

To another,

Long, long gone

Summer.

Sure, the show goes on

—but it won't without you.

For sure,

The show goes on—

But it won't without you

Turn the phone on,

Turn it over

At the airport,

Watching Conan

Oh yeah,

A honey blonde,

Shucks.

Honeysuckle wants only

To become

Sweet, ripe salmon berry

(Don't you want to)

At the airport,

Watching conan

Overhead, I

Overheard a phone call

“What the fuck did you just say?”

It's been 3 days;

She went missing at MIA

No connection to jfk

No connection at all Munroe, you blind bastard

All the water

All the drugs

All in the wash

It's water under the toenails

(Four fingers up,

But the fourth one lost it)

At the airport

Watching Conan

I over heard you