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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} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.