{it’s almost impossible.} - c o l o r s .

Humbled from entitlement Ashamed of my own displacement I'm on a tear I'm on a tangeant I was just here. But where have I been Most this year has passed And I'm still here, I still don't get it A divine circumstance Souls— So long, So gone, Almost The time has come to walk The time has come again to rise, Rise up The time has come to walk, come on The time that's come is ours, From now on Give me time to walk, An. Hour or so A trot, the fox Time to run An hour or nothing The founder of the establishment The Tower of Babel Another arrangement The flounder, the fox, the horse Come one, come all, COBE one, come now The walk or a run A gallop, or trot- the horse A crown for a gallon of water A gallon of water A gallon of water I know who you are my son; Come one, come all Come mother, come father Come dog, and come brother A sister, another All for a walk in the park I lost it All for a gallon of water A gallon of water Persons//Archer Action/comedy/ mocumentary The precinct assigned to the high traffic high transit and high crime area of Jamaica center in Queens, New York City is equally as devious and criminally minded as it's high populous counterparts- parson//archer follows a hilarious variety of NYPD officers from recruits to veteran officers assigned to patrol every facet of law enforcement from transit, to traffic major crime investigations—murder and robbery, All taking place within the 6-block radius of the Parsons Archer neighborhood near JFK International airport JOSH You are giving me angina!! DRAKE angina? JOSH Yes! DRAKE With my MUSIC?! JOSH YES! DRAKE SHH. JOSH DONT “SHH.” ME. YOU “SHH”!! DRAKE SHHHHHHH! Here she comes. Express my discontent To discontinue the unamusement More water, more water Your system is suffering. ‘Kill all of them, all of them Calls from the governement It's all a spectrum, a construct Divorce is unnsesscary Once he hits you All institutionalizations Become null in void, in fact Under attack from your ex— It's an exit strategy After he comes to your dreams, you just laugh at him Pull all his hair out Congratulate the girlfriend, cause As it starts over for him You find ground in a brand new dimension Where he can't get to you The land of bad parenting, man Ma'am, there's a bathroom over yonder If you were wondering You've exposed your daughter in the park Amongst all of us I like to go for a walk or a run But unfortunately have become. Quite predictable under the circumstances Of hummus sandwhiches And garlic mashed potatoes. (But it was delicious, I've got no regrets here) The dragonfly asked me to write this As I admired them I give God all the love Even coming from Hollywood Where I haven't mattered. I finally got a new skateboard Thanks for the manifestation Or maybe just payment for being Tape recorded without my permission Or kept in the neighborhoods where restrictions on nutrition are strictly enforced— Of course, can't have the American workforce with too much energy There's just no money in that; No escape from slavery, but suicide Or two nice, blue eyes and pale skin No! You can be dark skinned— That is, if you're skinny and pretty With all the right connections I just can't fight this It's flight facilities all over again -A call to adventure Don't get too close to the monarch— Because you might scare here And she's the only one you've seen here, Like that So glad that part's over, I'm being honest— All my prayers were answered, As just yesterday morning I woke up with a song in my head In your voice And your words on my heart, But they're all gone now, Just as you are And— Not that I ever wanted to know anything so awful But I'm glad for your island— Now onto the next one No more crossovers, Illuminati. Sounds like it was all what I was caught up in Writing my story But nobody's on my side, Not really It's something like Humanity and sapiosexuality All rolled into one And the role I was playing Is all done So glad for your family But mine has unraveled I'd like to travel, But so far, Still stuck in the poverty; A horrible mother— And my husband's haunting me Not that I've ever been married or anything so far, It's just all a nightmare I haven't woke up To be born yet Goodness For Goodness sake Hollywood, and all the fakes I'm slightly superstitious, But that's as attractive as it gets and, I just can't have it It's only a habit, This sapiosexual game we've been playing With fame And the music you're making is Shaming me for praying For this exact answer Now I'm just sick to my stomach There's no Whole Foods market in Flushing But I've still got half a chinstrap and All of the sermon of words I've been swallowing Translating the rules of the game into Spanish And I might be celibate forever But that's irrelevant And probably the cause of Whatever happened In downtown Los Angeles Downtown Los Angeles EXT. DTLA SMOKE SHOP. NIGHT I could be alone and poor forever l, For just thinking I will be According to the secret I could be alone and broke forever For just being constantly surrounded By people so miserable And jealous of talent, creativity, and musical ability According to the secret Pretty white boys and their secrets— But for the most part, I believe him Predominately, anyway I'm non binary enough to know Females are pretty vengeful Especially once you ghost them And Hollywood is evil l So it only costs $10 for a favor And $10,000 for someone to dissappear $100,000 for a single with Skrillex And about half that for 10 million followers Cause everyone's a robot , for the most part And sex starved Ticketmaster I could be broke and lonely forever Just for being caught up in this Illuminati nonsense Cut! —luckily the trains are coming faster and All the skyscrapers are very high up, plus It's all synonymous, According to the secret I could be secreting words as easily As preaching sermons, Or reading scriptures Sucks being right about everything Sucks being right about everything sucks being right about everything Cause everything is everything And honestly, I was just hornet Not retracting my statements, at all l Pretty white boys and their secrets And I could manifest one, according to the secret But what good would that do When white women hail over everything Such as the firing of Mr. Justin Roiland For scribbling penises or Amber Heard, for lying on Johnny I give up on everything, Especially my certainty For now I'm just a bigot Reciprocating hellish experiences Overall, though No matter how non-bianary I am I was always and still am a woman And men don't just want one They all cheat on all of us— According to science, It's just how they're wired. and wives are just trophies (Especially the white ones) Just look at John Legend Or John Mayer, never married But look at the track record Or track list Nothing darker than a brown paper bag, then Is there So, what have we, Disney A black frog princess And a black half-fish rendition; Cause black girls aren't human, Not really “Not MY Ariel!” Although, The whole world is now filled with color I've been too fat and too dark to be pretty For too long to be reprogrammed Sorry, not sorry God, I'm so hungry And I've still got half a ciabatta, but I just want someone to love me That isn't as traumatized As I am God, All I want is a dog and a daughter But I've still got nails in my arms, from the cross And a scar on my heart, which is turning to stone as I turn over another Chapter in The festival project. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] c o l o r s TM All rights reserved COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.