321: donnie darko | pannacotta fugo
Purple Haze Feedback / Fugo Figures It Out (Viral Malware)
Λnswer [Abbacchio Ascending Edition]
You’re always on the tip of my tongue
Like my finger on my gun for some fun
When pointing it at someone ’til piss
Pours down their square pants, stance
Is unstable as Chance, with weak feat
That look ready to collapse & 2 hands
Waiting for that glance, telling them
Time to wave white flags, like France
& drive home oh~so slow like escargot
So they can go blow their bro, Eskimo
Though and so not necessarily a no-no
Nor even gay, so long as they’re safe
So balls don’t touch and at least one
Of ’em say “Hay!(like horse) No homo”
And kept groans/moans on the down low
D’oro Dreams OF Giorno
& suddenly it’s all gold, like Giorno
& his wind, Blue for now after seeing
Bruno’s become a golden variant, when
He began to ascend to heaven & guided
By cherubs because he’s a stud, whose
Heart is so full of Love, kept rising
Then, begins to transcend all momentz
Becoming infinite, going beyond! Time
Reawakening N§ide the ñü∿song’s rhyme
And had enough of having subordinates
So he was done being #1, so N the end
Not becoming the Boss rather a Friend
Who Ü may have lost a part, now never
Apart – even though he can’t go drive
Go karts -still alive- N§ide my Heart
♡Sugar☆World☮ 