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All around me, The worlds dissolving Alone, not lonely The doors revolving The empire falls, Autumn is falling, The world is a stage, but I didn't have one cent, not a penny To give him, The player A puppet on a string I was, but I didn't have ine cent, not a penny It didn't make sense But nothing ever did, man Stuck in Manhattan just Wearing a rotten as hat And if God was a dancer, I'd ask for his hand, I've been Stuck in Manhattan The man in the hat said , If god was a dancer, I'd ask for her hand But I haven't been asked such a question I had not a cent, not a penny to give him No money for rent, And no food to eat either Been stuck in Manhattan, and Can't find the answer If god was a dancer Then I should just dance, then As long as forever lasts, There soon comes another day Look, here we are again I don't even know your name Future folds into past, Somber I walk away, Never intend to fast, Here I intend to stay Calmly Walking Across Central Park, In the fall, we All adore a Good story Holy, I could get bored here SUPACREE finally picks up JOHN LENNON on the HEAVENBOUND HIGHWAY TO HELL, albeit, by accident. JOHN LENNON Fucking—finally—Christs's sake! He's not coming. What took you so long?! I got here completely by mistake. What a coincidence—so did I. There are no coincidences, John Lennon. Newtton Jÿré, a well-known (and often, highly despised) magician and merchant, highly skilled and knowledgeable in the arts of sorcery, crafting, spells and hexes, potions, and other forms of Non-Bianary Magic, or rather–magic that is inherited genetically, and assumed to be used only for recreation, entertainment, or experimentation within the Inner Realms; However, “Sir Jÿré”, as he is sometimes called, as he claims to have once been Knighted–a claim to which no other can officially confirm, as Jÿre's most recent incarnation is at least–though, “no one's counted”, including himself, seeming to have lost track of the thousands of eons he has lived–However, quite crucially to the series–he is an avid lover and celebrator of Birthdays, and boastfully speaks with pride that he is on the brink of having lived “nearly an eternity” to which, though his crippled and hunched body and aging skin notates his aggressive aging, he–and the soul he carries, respectively, are actually much younger than either C'esme't, or Petrutheio, eye witness to both of their re-births in his own youth. Though often teased and disrespected, he touts a humble and youthful spirit–unless involuntarily summoned, or otherwise disturbed or agitated. Damn. I just…came down to warm up some soup. Goddamn! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. San Diego story