29. “If It Was A Snake, It Would Have Bit Ya!”

Pull the chord; For a slice of the vein is all I ask, Release of the tide with each stroke to be free Lil biscuits I don't watch justin timberlake videos– But this one time in Las Vegas I was getting my nails done, And became entranced by this video where Justin Timberlake is just being mad weird, In a room full of mirrors. And i was like “damn.” So, I go to look up this video— You know, years later, just cause– Or whatever, And so I type into Google, I'm like, Google, What is that one music video with Justin timberlake and the mirrors? And Google was like, “Oh, do you mean, “Mirrors” And I'm like, “duh” “That must have been it.” So i click on the video and I start watching it, And i'm like, “This doesn't seem familiar at all.” I don't think this is the video. So i click out of this video, and i'm like How in the fuck am I supposed to find this video, if that one, Isn't the right one– And that's the only song called “mirrors.” So i'm like, Okay. Maybe if I can just — Look through the videos, I'll be able to find the video So i'm looking through all the videos The Justin Timberlake videos And low and behold– It's just hundreds of pictures of this dude's face– Like hundreds of the same picture, Pretty much, At different angles. I'm like “fuck.” I couldn't find it. “What a douche.” —but Whatever. I just decided to let it keep bothering me Because nothing feels more weird than just Sifting through a decade's worth of Justin Timberlake videos. Trying to find “The one”. I'll be honest, I'm not even actually here right now. I checked the fuck out Puppet, I'm still the one pulling the strings The only difference is I stopped giving an actual fuck about anything. I give mysel hugs I choke on my tears I hold in my coughs I don't want a dog anymore Stopped talking to god out loud I'm sure in my house there's recorders Nothing comes for free No reorders on Amazon We should close the borders Until the economy recovers, though. I'll be honest, I don't give a fuck I'll double back for a cappachino And soft serve Just let go And stop giving your all When all that they want Is your hard earned Nobody will love you, Not really –if youre not perfect You don't want the whole world, Not all, at all But just something luxuries Maybe just border collies dalmations Dachshunds And dolphins Maybe corgis And corkboards And crosswords And lone wolves Where's your perfect body Emergency c section You must be full of regrets and lesions Should i pour a cup And start the tattoo gun Yes, sargeant How's that pageant turning out Do you love my bamboo guitar? I've got a hot dog and a half on a cold soda and steak fries in the oven, If you're coming over I'm late now, but now i've got nothing to hold in I let it all go I let it all go I let it all go back I let it all go I let it all go I let it all go I let it all go bad I don't want a family or love at all I just want to die, now All i see anymore is brass rings And all i hear is the Hollywood talk The upper class dialogue I shouldn't talk anymore at all She's in so much pain –she lives inside my head, Inside my mind now She lived inside my back And then my heart, My voice But now has moved Between my eyes And wants to die As do I I think i might be the devil. I'm ugly and crude, But worst of all stupid Just stop at the eyes, And don't look downwards I don't have a part I don't have lines at all I think she might be a God –I'm forgotten though. These aren't words to a song, They're just mantras How does it feel to be beautiful? How does it feel to be loved at all By anyone who matters? So long goes Lunch Box Jimmy Gone from the faraway world you come Won't be long now, Lunch Box Jimmy I don't belong; This, we all know {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©