• - | 10 MINUTE HIA/TUS.

  • May 9 2025
  • Duración: 35 m
  • Podcast
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  • /WORMWOOD. Classroom's been abandoned You wish you knew what time it is You wish you knew what time it is freshly lit cigarette You know I like the smell of it but don't bite in it yet Not the taste of your tongue, o You just gonna Let it burn let it burn What in the world do I got to live a karate chop for What do I got a car in the world for I don't Let it all burn I just saw the weirdest window display On one side it had all ourfumes— for the girls— And on the other side, , it had all binoculars— For the guys, I guess Dang somebody really love Diego But I don't I'm metropolitan Avenue Leaves that look like butterdlies God, I really like a redhead and a greyhound Stop at the crosswalk But the bird saga you're all mine God, there's so many men that I don't deserve Tell me why did I come here And where did I come from If not for this love than for what If not for this truth Must the truth I wait my life for a designer god But I bet it all on the wrong bloke Now flat broke And sloppy drunk U got it wrong, But I got the whole turn load I think i@00 take the long way about l use I don't know where I am Don't know if you noticed It mi just don't give a damn. I just don't give a damn. I like this girl's vibe, she's not a natural blonde That's a lucky girl— And a very lucky dog I'm at the late night deli Thinking bout a late night show Sometimes getting lost in New York Is the only way to come home It's a school! But I thought it was a prison Or a soundstage What's the difference Anyway In this city I legitimately don't care About anything or anybody Intimately Or romantically Technically or homeopathically That's what I want Malibu I'm so sick of living in a trash pail I can't tell the right wrong or wrong Or do or don't Or good from bad anymore So sick of living in a trash pail When I start seriously thinking of suicide Then along comes the radio tower Mi was new York's favorite girl But now i'm old and washed up Motorcycles I put my money on the wrong horse I put all my money on the wrong host I got lost in New York And the horrible still followed Go fire [go figure] I wrote the source code So you admit it. Yes. You've committed the greatest crime of all humanity. Is it? So, You'd admit to it? —if it was? I've already admitted to it. Re write. From memory? Entirely from scratch. Okay. Okay. Okay, I— not with this! The processor unplugs and tosses away the keyboard. That was very over dramatic. YOU wrote the source code. Okay. I—yeah. Now write it again. Not a glitch. With!? He pulls out a legal pad and ballpoint gel pen. With this—- W—is this a gel pen?! It is indeed a gel pen. What if it smears??? It will absolutely smear! Are you kidding me with this?! YOU wrote the source code. Okay! I'm programmed to the source code! Correct. Now, do it— I'm a computer programmer! This is a ballpoint pen—! You're goddamn right! —a fucking gel pen for christs sakes! That's what you get for doing this! Jesus Christ. He can't save you now…because he's part of the source code! Actually no, that guy‘s real. I—beg your pardon. I couldn't make that shit up if I tried. What. …Knew A guy in college. Water into wine. Cool kid. What. At last give me a mechanical pencil or some— You will use the pen and you all like it Back at what I still don't call home Wonder how many dimensions I've gone If any at all L I S T E N L E G E N D S LOOK. ITS LUNELL. LUNELLE. HEHEHE. THAT'S MY GOD! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™, INC. 2015-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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