Beware of the poison the sickness that looms
Spreading through thin air Just like the flu
Make sure you remain calm and stay in your room
What ever dreamed treasures for the body pure and new Now that I think about it just might too
Even da fruit
Even the juice
Even the work out room
Even the dirt on your shoe
When you run a 5k for a ribbon that’s blue
Maybe poison is good For what needs to be true
Maybe He’s a poison She’s a poison We’s a poison too
So come out come out come out of your room
Josh: Why don’t we get out of here
Jan: where would we go?
Josh is taken back by her question He looks around nervously
Josh: I don’t known back to my place?
Jan takes a step back. She showcases a discerned look on her face.
Jan: um excuse me sir …. This is the first date?
Josh: I understand. Sorry I’m very unconventional and spontaneous I don’t see this as the first date. I see it as the right time
Leans In for a kiss
Jan takes another step back and cringes.
Jan: Oh my god that was so corny. What is your deal?
Josh: okay I’m sorry that was the vibe I was picking up
Jan: Jan what was the “vibe” you was picking up
Josh: I mean, you’ve been coming to all my shows. I get the notifications every time you listen to my drafts on untitled. You tell me you like my music.
Jan: I do!
Josh: well do you really tho? I mean if you did then you’d wanna fuck
Jan closed her eyes hoping that she’d wake up from this nightmare
Jan: that’s not how that works Why can’t I just like your music to like your music
Josh: look. That came out the wrong way. You told me that my art makes you feel something you can’t describe. And that you were thankful for my vulnerability. I just thought that you’d see this as your turn to showcase vulnerability. And baby I’m horny Not in a malevolent way but in a belevelent way. I want to know what’s on the other side if you. I’m horny in a creative way. I want to ….
Jan screams to the top of her lungs
Jan: oh you artist niggas are crazyytyyy
She walks away
Ugh
A car pulls up to the end of the road leading to an empty open dessert. The middle of nowhere. Jeff flings the driver door open and stumbles out of the car. His face sweaty and his jacket hanging off his elbows. He runs out into the open until he stumbles and falls to his knees. He points his head to the sky to let out a scream. He falls backward into the ground and passes out.
“Hang on to the world as it spins us around” Plant your feet firm to the ground Take a leap in an effortless bound Your day is here
I don’t believe in miracles I believe in freedom
Pay attention to the subliminal sounds if freedom Planted into our everyday lives
Dear spirit held captive by the web of collective order My soul is calm and bordered My soul shouting to the sky And I want it to stop but I don’t know why
Yet a single hym burns inside of me “Take it from me some day we’ll all be free”
The shot clock is down to 5 seconds The score is tied at 56 Marcelous holds the ball to the side of his hip as he is being defended by one of the intergalactic minions. He takes a deep breath then continues down the court. He fakes to the left then makes a spin move now redirected to the right. The intergalactic minion trips on his other foot and falls to the ground. He end up at the 3 point line. There is 3 seconds left on the shot clock. He shoots the ball. And scores !! At the courtside, Percius puts his head in his hands in defeat. The crowd celebrates “freedom freedom” they chant as the front row section runs to the court to lift up marcelous. Precius holds up his hands to shush the crown. “I am an alien of my word. I grant you all freedom! “ The crown continues to chear
At the very least I try to visit Vegas every weekend to see my son. It is not that bad of a drive from Los Angeles. It’s tough but I just hope this weird transitional phase in my life is over soon. My life just seems like a series of liminal space from emty apartments to empty desserts. Sometimes I try to explore some of the landmarks in between the two cities. I’ve been to mining places, Joshua tree, old western towns. I love the dessert! Sometimes when me and my co parent get in an argument I just drive. And I keep driving until I’m in open land. It just feels peaceful. I feel closer to the sky and the mountains. It’s like I can talk to them. One day we got into a huge argument about me not being able to afford day care. “I’m trying so hard to find a job” I say but I hate that you just decided to move to Vegas with my son, now in order to be close to him I have to make due in a city where I don’t have the same resources.” Im a fucking A&r Brianna ! There are no labels in freaking Vegas what do you want me to do!!!” Brianna shouts, “your not applying your self!!! When my father was out of work he took himself the the nearest help wanted sign and started working there! Just get something for now! She says “It’s temporary”. I storm out of the apartment hoping to create space to process the conversation. I get in my car a before you know it I was back on the open road. It must have been 3 in the morning but I didn’t care. I’m driving, and driving, and now I’m realizing that I am pretty far this time. I change directions and continue down a sandy side road. I see an abandoned shack lying crooked in the distance. “Perfect!” I think to myself. I can just post up right over here. I park my car next to the shack. I go to explore. I walk on side and first thing I notice is most of the shak is buried benneith the sand. But it’s a heap of sand piled up on the back of the structure and it looks like a big beige pillow. I lay down on it and look up at the gaping hole in the ceiling. I can see the stars as bright as the La Skyline. Next thing you know I wake up and it’s broad day light out side. I must of drifted to sleep. Noticing that I’m in a frenzy I pause for a minute. I take out my camera and take a picture of my surroundings. I smile and say “thank you” then I get back into my car and head back to Vegas!
Headfilness, is like deep vast sector of the ocean but does not allow you to repeat the same emotion In the attempt, you miss the boat Yet you press on hoping for another show That how I felt when I went back home Hoping to feel the city’s fold To feel my heart fill with excitement Acting as if my first assignment To see the skyline drift through the wind And feel the good bumps on my skin But now my heart cold and dry Like a tundra with no cloud in the sky The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold A place once so magical now hurt to behold
I race back to the car but before pulling of I peak at the cracked door one more time to confirm that I’m not just seeing things.
I think to myself, now who would want to break in my home? I don’t have anything, so that means somebody’s out to get me?
I crouch down in the car seat.
It’s probably the cartel! All of these pornogragrsphic websites on my laptop they have to have my ip address by now.
But why would the cartel want to pick on me I have no business with them ?
Probably just to hold someone for ransom. My breath becomes heavy as I sircome to my paranoid thoughts. I reach in the glove department for a pistol.
But then notice that the department is empty
That’s right I sold the pistol for the new ps5
I get out of the car and dash to the tree on the side of the house and rip off a tree branch.
I hear someone coming
I prep myself
If I go out at least I went out swinging
I see a foor apear from the front door
I scream to the top of my lungs as I lunge at the figure
I stop myself on the mist of my persuit
When I realize that it was my fiancé
She screams “Kendall what are you doing”
I’m pause for a moment then drop the branch
That’s right
I live with my fiancé now. Disappointed in my self for not remembering that we just moved in together and not one time did it come across my mind that maybe she just forgot the close the door Or she ran in the house to get something
Embarrassed, I kick the branch out the way
“Baby you left the door open I thought someone was robbing us”
