Dissociate

Dissociate

The conversation about cameras

Morphs into a conversation about guns.

And back

And around

Touch at least three realities

at once

‘til a suitable

wave

to ride

has been found

‘til I find myself

face down on the ground

Company phones for the crew

These are the only ones allowed

on the set.

Those all record different angels.

Even Angeles

I mean angles, bitch

I cain’t spell

I split

Become B. LeShay

and shit

Come back to

This bum ass reality

Back from that

Other time

And place

and me

Can’t be

Rewind me

Steal time

Could

you

Please

just

Let. Me. Fly?

Fuckin skeets

Won’t get off

my ass

Muhfuckahs,

Just ask

If you wanna know,

Bitch,

Just ask

Can't speak?

Then escribelo

Down here

Por favor

‘til then,

This my

Best effort

At

Moving

On

.

.

.

T shirt

Work pants

Equipment?

Drop into a different

Reality

*The cameras

Are the

Triggers

Here

Now

you're beginning

to see

It's becoming clear

Have I lost you?

Still wit me?

somos todos nosotros

still here?

With this many of me

who the fuck needs enemies?

Switch to three

Other realities

Traverse

The

Universe

Stomp

Them

Skeeters

Rightjeah’

In dat damn

dis heah'

Dirt

Hit the ground

Roll

Catch your breathe*

*(spelling correc-tion

is a new trigger to question

the reality n'shit)

Is this a lucid dream?

No lo se, bitch

Can you fly?

Breathe

Easy

Underwater?

Water boarding while lucid dreaming...

*Dissociate to avoid/

demolish intrusive memories

trippin aint

such a good look

Huh

I wonder

What the fuck

I just took?

. .

.

*Wait ‘til

It happens

Thress

Thlatha

Thrice

I don’t fuckin know

Let it happen

Three times

That’s

When

You

Know

And

Rebound

A reliable trigger

you've found

Now you've found yourself

face down on the ground Sorting through one’s selves

feels exhausting

I need me some

coffee

*put an * when you take a side note and insert notes into the text.

No asdiqua'y

this

is

not

a test

Try to track back

If it happens three or more times..

No worries

either way

we'll be fine

There’s a hurricane

It's

On its way

Where you think

it's go hit us

this time?

PTSD?

Ready to flee

Did a

flea just bite me

Trigger skeeter

Brush that

Bitch off my

Tits

Soy Los Padres

Qef, ya bent

Imma have to

Check spelling

On all

Of

Dis shit

Speakin Spanglish

Arabic

Mixed wit some

Bayou Boy

Shit

What you know

About

Who Dat

Da

Fuck

Is

She thinks about

Chloe

Then

No

The story

.

.

.

Camera

Angles

Or

Is that

Angels

Who is

That

That

I just

Heard

Breathe?

Like real

Fuckin-

A

Little

Too

Close

You are

To me..

Demasiado Cerca

I mean

tehqureeben kathieren

Aribspanglish

I’m just sayin

You feel

Maybe

A

Little

Too

Close

unless you're

Invited

Chloe again

don't get

too

excited

Breathe

Don’t

relinquish

Lucidity

cuz it'll

lead to

total

collapse

of the

dream

Like sand in

a fist

You squeeze it out

'less you hold it like thisI 🖐🏽

get it?

Dammit

She

Slipped

Through

My

Fingers again

Wonder when

I’ll ever

Get

To

See

Her

Again..

.

.

.

They be

Like

bitch look like

She Always

Be High

Bitch,

I do

Told Yo ass

I

Could fly

Switch to another reality

If they

Stay still

What that mean?

Shouldn’t

It run

Away

from

Me?

I got it

It's

A different

perspective

No

Phone...

I guess,

Was

Detected

I heard

Nothing

From

The

Alert

Bout

the

hurricane

What’s that mean?

Land

Get up

And

Try

Again

Toss

It to ya

Friend

One

More

Gain

Lil

Dark

Outcheh,

Cher

Have a seat

Lookah there

Go

A

Chair

Or a train

.

.

.

Don’t resist

They’ll restrain

Oh fuck

Not

The memories

Again

Mirror breaks

Into

Tiny pieces

telekinesis

Tuggin on

Dees nuts,

Bitch

Dig dis shit up

Oh you mad

Cuzzuh

What

Yo

Mouth said?

Watch what it do

.

.

.

Hammer

Nail

Head

Yea

What

That bitch

Right

There just

Had- head

s-s-s- Said

Or

Whatever

Ravyn Shannon’s

Father

He-he-he-had said

Bitch

I’m dead

Settin it off

I said, bitch, get

The fuck

Off

I fuckin

Said

Get the fuck

Off

Traverse

Through

Back

Across

Don’t look

Back

Or yo

Ass gone

Get lost

Bitch,

I ain't Bout

To do

no Algebra

Outcheah

Why

Don’t you

Just

Shut

The fuck up

Uppity punk

Yea I said it

Nigga, what?

Bitch,

Pull your

Stan ass britches up, little chump

Beast out now. Smile and bow

Errey body

Watchin yo dumb ass right fuckin now

Slap my head

Big Kevi-Kev said

Nigga, *lip smack

But sound like…

*(Skeeter blow)*

Nigga, *smack, Wooooow

*Somethin fell down*

Just transcribin'

what I heard

Middle of night

But I know I heard

a wittle bird

It all happens all at once

If it still isn't clear

it's cuz the shit

isn't done

No lie

It’s all true

She get a grip

Of dirty looks

Bitch,

To be continued

Just say

Continues

Snap back to reality

Oup,

There goes gravity

Juckah juckah

Like Jay Z

Jig is up

You

Fuckahs

that didn't write

anything

are criticizing

me?

Apologies,

I ain’t no slim shady

Just a Stan

A

Crazy

Obsessed fan

Might

Kill

A

Bitch

In a van

Drive

The

Fuck off

Three times

Bitch

WHAT

THEEE

FUCK

sorry

Thank you,

Jesus

Fuck it

Let’s go head

And let

Weed get

Liiiiigit

legalized

Tonight

Chloe

Moon

Moon

Chloe

Toss it

Back

To me

Feelin

Fragile wit

All Eyes

on Me

Reality number trescientos y thirty three

He said

He wanna a frappe

Wondering if we

Talkin bout coffee

Or a new slang

You know

A basic bitch

Love Starbucks

Got an ombre

Sweet

And

Frosty

A little flossy

Could be bossy

Like a boss bitch

A bad ass bitch

Cuttin niggas

Off --

Fuck

Fuckin

Skeeters

Fuckin me

up Again

Oh

Well

It's yo

serve again

Let me

Get a lil

Twenty

Twen

Twen

They

call

Mmeeeeee

Duce of Legion

Mad Hatter

Don't matter

This how you know

You’re the

Negro loco,

Negra loca

However it work out

This how you

Know you’re a

Slim Shady

Go ahead

Take a stand

Baby Stan

So if it

Lights up

Again

What’s

That

Exactly

Mean?

Am I dreaming,

Dying

Or traversing

Through

Timelines

Again?

Fell asleep again

woke up

where's my pen

I guess this shit

here will

have to do

There’s always

A deeper level

Than first revealed

Perhaps even three

They clownin about as hard as you can see at night

And for some reason

God zap that bee-ah

Zoom in and see the

People in the orbs of black light

One more level bee-ah

I told yo beach ass

I said

I told you

My bitch ass ain’t dumb

But I can’t spell

To save no one

That’s on God

Step back

Dim the lights

Maybe try some oblique

Lighting

No not illuminating yo abs and shit

I mean

Light comin from the side

Hard to do in day light

Easier to see

The whole picture

At night

Umm hummm

They call me

Slim Robby--

Shady

I’m back

Yea, bitch,

Told you I’m that

Nigga

Try one step bigger

Than the biggest

One step smaller

Than the smallest

And one thing

They both have

In common?

Looks random

But it ain’t really random

Turn haternation

Into my fandom

Get off da bed, bitch

Turn it down

Dats my song, bitch

Now you know

You ain’t right

But, bitch,

Am I wrong?

I been traversing

Timelines all night long

I’m tied

I mean, tired as hell

I wonder how

'Hole up

Can’t tell

.

.

.

Small

Big

Then the

Moon

Reflectin

Light

A heavenly being

Mistakinly seen

as the opposite

Of the sun

Shut up, bitch

You my son

You da best

He the GOAT

Try not to gloat

But I bet

They’ll call me

Number one

Even though

It’s Duce ✌🏽

Of Legion

Still confused?

Yea

It's called

Dissociate

for a reason