[spoken]
“‘Why would my transcendence have to go through me taking your Second Coming claim seriously?’”

[Audience laughs, provoked by my circular reasoning.]

[spoken]
“Anyway, given that you have no reason not to reckon with it, I can’t even laugh at you. Since I know your resistance would come from somewhere… not all that powerful. One thing I want to write about in this single is: ‘Dude, you invaded the Second Coming prophecy and now I believe in God and that you’re the Second Coming due to your life’s work. Still, the fact that you don’t know what you’re doing continues to nettle.’”

[An awkward cackle in the audience.]

[spoken]
“Yеs, okay. So just by publicizing my thoughts out loud, I’ve created a problеm for anyone who encounters my thoughts. We just have to have faith that I’ll stay with whatever’s been carrying me. In the meantime—I’m proud to announce back-to-back singles. I’m now announcing the track titles of ‘Evolution’ and ‘Jungle Love’ in a single fell tweet.”

[Synthpop riff begins.]

[spoken]
“You know, I could just stall the plane at recycling all of my writings from 2022–2024 as interludes, plus covers, and ‘that was the Second Coming of Christ’s musicless music career.’”

[Bass throbs enter.]

[spoken]
“Anything from here on is just a sign of how absolutely creatively hungry I must be.”

It’s our core-ideal-god made corporeal
We draw “no’s” around the sex that repels us
(It’s the X, it’s the why)
It’s a mess
Don’t be shy
It’s our cobwebs of ideal-depths made true-superficial
We circle “yes’s” around any sex that seduces us
(It’s a mess, don’t ask Y)
“It’s just sex”
I’ll stay dry
Sheltered inside (true love’s a bondage…)
Serviceable commitments
(“Raw”—“pre-natal”—“primal”)
Christ’s Holy self-sacrifice
(“Passion”—“pre-rational”—“it’s time-old”)
This complex fever!
God’s timeless ice!
“Forbidden angels”—care to roll a dice?
(Souls forbid the design of “designer babies”)
“Forbidden devils”—care to have a bite?
(Spirit’s how we spill our yes, noes, and maybes)

My knowledge is a forbidden fruit
“Your ability to sway my spirit at all”
Just bite into it

Time is the care of attention—mind’s not infinity
Abstract gravities spun surreal human might
(Rolls the soul, roils our passions)
Spin a trap
Weave, loom, and cash ’em
“Soul” is the gravity of love’s God-like divinity
“Spirit” is who we come home to at night
(It’s a mess, don’t ask Y)
I roll a bowl
“I’m not seduced by high fashion”
Sheltered inside (love’s true life’s family…)
Serviceable commitments
(“Raw”—“pre-natal”—“primal”!)
Christ’s Holy self-sacrifice
(“Passion”—“pre-rational”—“mine’s time-old”!)
This complex fever!
Thy timeless ice!
“Forbidden angels”—care to roll a dice?
(Souls forbid the design of “designer babies”)
“Forbidden devils”—care to have a bite?
(Spirit’s how we’ll spill our yes, noes, maybes…)

My knowledge is a forbidden fruit
“Your ability to sway my spirit at all”
Just bite into it

Sex bears the brunt of
“The forbidden fruit”
The forbidden fruit’s sin?
Is its existence at all
(As effective
Spiritual
Authority)
Secular sermons wear the cloak
“Of not bein’ forbidden fruits at all” (suck balls)
Harvard’s a lie
Its secular cloak shouldn’t exist at all…
(My knowledge is a forbidden fruit
“Your ability to sway my spirit at all”
Just bite into it)

TikTok TikTok, UChicago
Your Doomsday Clock
Seems to be onto you…

Sheltered inside (love’s time-stable bondage…)
Serviceable commitments
(“Raw”—“pre-natal”—“primal”!)
Christ’s Holy self-sacrifice
(“Passion”—“pre-rational”—“it’s time-old”!)
This complex fever!
Her timeless ice!
“Forbidden angels”—care to roll a dice?
(Souls forbid the design of “designer babies”)
“Forbidden devils”—care to have a bite?
(Spirit’s how we’ll spill our yes, noes, maybes…)

Existential innovations
Lurkin’ like a spiderweb
Don’t get whipped
(Like forbidden fruit)
(“You’re of ethical consequence…”)

Existential innovations
Circlin’ like the internet
Do get checked
(Like forbidden fruit)
(“You’re beginnin’ to sound monotonous…”)