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}
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