Rob Lowe

It must be the end of the world; I'm not leaving Must be the end of my time; I'm not breathing Somebody tell me who I Am ; I'm bleeding; Don't feed me, The needy— I'm fiending for freedom, Believe me Impeccably professional. Are we playing the fame game again? ‘What's my name?' –-we never stopped playing. Well, here it goes then. These guys are gonna rip me apart. Oh, you wish. I did wish. Don't waste a wish on this, Just get some whippets, Disinterest admittedly Skittish, with good intentions; Poignant, and probably proper, By now; How did I manage to have found My way up from the ground? Was once a seed, But never planted JESUS CHRIST. He died. He very died. Right. Remember the time Liquid Stranger– –was it liquid stranger– Yes …I'm not writing that. don't worry, guys, I won't click twice, I'm just trying to find The commonalities, Between these celebrities and Whatever's happening to me “WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?” I screamed from within, my palms unscathed and yet twisted with excruciating pain, as the tears rolled from down my eyes and i hushed the sound of my voice so that the man in the other room wouldn't hear me. Okay. that shit hurt. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. I'm not Jesus, I don't wanna be Jesus. JESUS. Well, fuck that memory. What about this one: WELCOME TO THE ILLUMINATI. Oh. WE HAVE SKRILLEX. oh no. Or, had him. what . Where is he? How would I know. You should know. I don't, tho. Well, dammit. They sure are friendly. Yeah, too friendly. HEY—HEY LADY! Uhm, Excuse me. HEEEEEY Nope, not today. What are you evading? “The Fame Game.” I'm not playing. Aw, come on. NO. Come on! NO. I Always get picked off, or die on drugs–or get hot flashes, it's awful. Pleeeasee– NO. Stop asking me. Oh, so I die in a plane crash. Yeah. Ok. You die in a bathtub. Stay away from me. [ceases to exist] Couldn't fake it Not even fora secod, Not even for a condo; On the 25th floor of the Circa Apartments I'm being honest, “Lost in Los angeles” Like Donkey Kong and Mario Cart rolled into one I'm the controller On the contrary, darling You're all of it, The ending and the start of it A Star amongst the Walk (Against The Hall of It) We're Always Watching. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.