This is a painting of Adam and Eve by Novik.

Beyond the U.S. government bureaucracy, American society seemed generally more reasonable during the 1960s and '70s when I was living in Pasadena, California with my identical twin brother and our mother.  A few years after the two of us were born, a divorce left Ellen in a state of considerable stress and every night she drank beer to feel better while watching TV.  Generally throughout society, there seemed to be less crime, less intolerance, more tranquility and more optimism while traditional Christian ideals and values were commonly accepted.  The childhood upbringing for Mike and myself included sporadic attendance at local churches offering Sunday school instruction while Mother stayed home.

Another common weekend activity was being dropped off at local movie theatres and today the plethora of trivial melodrama viewed back then leaves me contemplating the reasons and social conditions that leads American people to occupy themselves with entertainment pastimes to such a considerable extent.  A fundamental reason for this is that most individuals simply haven't been able to find the compelling sources of information making possible oneself developing a fuller understanding of the nature, purposes and meaning of earthly life.  (Articles Index)

Like so many American people, I grew up in an entertainment culture.  Some of the strange movies with content related to sex that I was subjected to include: "The War Between Men and Women," "Midnight Cowboy," "Andy Warhol's Trash," "Carnal Knowledge," "Deliverance," "A Clockwork Orange," "Fellini's Casanova," "Porky's," "Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex (But Were Afraid to Ask)," "Desperate Living," "Last Tango in Paris," "Caligula," "The Damned," "The Night Porter," "The Story of O," "In the Realm of the Senses," and "Whore," just to name a few.  Although I stopped watching narrative movies around the time I became an author, it was only during recent years when became realized the profound stupidity of myself and other people having willingly subjected ourselves to wasting so many hours watching psychologically abusive movies.

I've previously mentioned about the effects of social consciousness orientations when allowed to prevent an individual from gaining expansion of consciousness about 'Divine Dispensations' made discernible through a variety of documented paranormal phenomena interactions with fear of unknown powers superseding intelligent investigation — This veritable rejection of 'Divine Dispensations' resulted with innate human creativity becoming exalted in the popular culture as people became enthralled with movies, television shows, plays, novels, computer games, sports and the music industry.  Through these modes of conscious expression, the shared Superconscious Mind offers lessons in oblique ways through contemporary entertainment media.  The essential inspiration leading to all forms of narrative entertainment is to orient people to behave in an emotionally honest and rational way with living in harmony the goal.  Even travesty and ignominy may be aspects of an entertainment experience.  (article) 

After becoming a metaphysical nonfiction author, I began recognizing the potential passive and unthinking state of mind for someone watching inane sitcoms or sensational horror movies and other useless melodramatics or even—most definitely—sports.  Take away the enthused TV sports announcer and consider then what is being witnessed that is compelling for the viewer.  If an individual had the chance to know that understanding about the most momentous aspects and purposes for earthly life could be gained, it would be insane for one to choose giving one's attention to meaningless entertainment when instead enlightenment can be what is being achieved.    

While growing up, the subject of homosexuality and 'cross-dressing' sometimes was a topic for news reporting and movies.  The term 'homophobia' wasn't yet commonly used.  Some grim movie examples of the perceived consensus belief that two men in a close relationship indicates aberrant or psychotic behavior include "Vanishing Point," "Diamonds Are Forever," "Freebie and the Bean" and "Silent Movie."  In comparison, during the 2010s when I was working at a high school in the San Fernando Valley, I witnessed how all of the news media attention given to people identifying and even surgically altering their bodies brought the recognition to teenagers that here was a simple way of becoming relevant in society.  There was no one giving the message that someone like me wanted to share — In a materialistic and atheistic social order, any perception about what it is that makes someone a man or a woman is a distraction from having the most important understanding that oneself need not strive to change oneself in order to conform with any particular social consciousness perception.    

My earliest decision about human sexuality was formed at the end of my sixth grade year in elementary school when there was a carefully prepared afternoon of instruction focusing on 'sex education' for students.  An instructional video was part of the presentation.  When there was the realization that the male was expected to place his private part into the corresponding area of the female to create one or more 'fetuses,' I decided that this was simply not something that I would ever be interested in ever engaging in, myself, personally.   

It was during the fifth or sixth grade when I experienced my first attempt to contemplate the meaning of love.  This occurred upon hearing a recording of the song "Puff the Magic Dragon" by Peter, Paul and Mary.  The short film that was customarily projected in the Hale Elementary School auditorium on rainy days also was a Pop culture experience that eventually became known to me as imparting an insight about Love.  The movie has no significant dialogue and shows life in Paris, France.  The title is "The Red Balloon" and the storyline revolves around a little boy who discovers that the spirit of his balloon is immortal and Divine.

During my younger years, it seemed that every family watched movies and television shows incessantly.  At least, that was the way it was in our Del Rey Avenue apartment and in the homes of the friends I visited.  Our Hollywood movie star-struck mother had moved to Los Angeles from back East because of some unrealistic never-to-be-realized fantasies about the glamorous possibilities of what life could be like in the entertainment capital of the world.

Ellen eventually found what she considered a satisfying job working as a hospital Medical Records Librarian while each night passively watching TV shows in the living room.  I remember that later my brother and I would watch different programs on our own small TV in our bedroom.  The few interactions with our father when he dropped by or called on the telephone always left our mother in a state of near hysteria.  She would confront him with raging and scornful words and during one visit he punched her in the face and left her sprawled on the floor appearing to be unconscious.  I know there are some people who grew up adoring their parents and wanted to marry someone just like one of them yet my predicament in life has been very different.  I always felt sorry for my father and this is probably the reason I didn't ever share any of Ellen's anger regarding him.  

There were many eye-opening incidents during my school years and I discovered that people have their own individual quirks.  For example, my friend Steve's mother liked to eat crushed snow cones while watching TV in the afternoon and my friend Brian's mother's displayed a shrine of memorabilia about Elvis Presley in their livingroom.  During one visit to the family of a friend of my mother, I became acquainted with the first autistic young person I'd ever encountered.  She seemed so much more withdrawn than all the other family members.

Now that myself has studied many extensively documented 'channeling' case chronologies, an example of what may be learned is how one 'channeled entity' has expressed the nature of the intimate spousal relationship of the man and the woman.

And so the gods contemplated, like the Is once did.  A what they came up with was the only way they could copulate to bring forth species called human species was to become male or female, but no one wanted to become male or female . . . So, they conceived of lowering themselves, the great creators.  That meant lowering the light and the souls, lowering it from the pinnacle of light to the lower electrums where division occurs.  If you take this grand light and lower its frequency, it becomes positive / negative . . . so, the negative would be the female gender.  The positive would be the male gender.

Two ChatGPT depictions are shown; there are also polarities in relation to morality related to all that is conducive either to what is positive / 'good' (of 'God') or to what is negative / 'bad' (of 'The Devil').  (article) 

Shown above and below: the polarities are also an aspect of Eastern wisdom traditions.  The higher worlds / planes and the lower worlds / planes.  In the latter: "Demons and Rakṣasas live in these lower planetary systems with their wives and children, always engaged in sense gratification and not fearing their next births."  (The chart and quotation are from an iskcon-truth.com article.)

As previously mentioned about transcendental communication transcripts — . . . readers knowledgeable about diverse cases of channeling know the importance of 'reading between the lines' when evaluating transcripts of authentic cases of 'deep trance,' 'overshadowing' or 'total takeover' channeling.  The same frame of mind should engage a reader while reading quoted conversation of space people reported by 'contactees.' 

Among recent blog articles, suggestions have been offered about the importance of considering the meaning and 'reading between the lines' about self-expressions coming from a human being's conscious creativity.  

As a teenager, I knew little if anything for certain about such subjects as the afterlife, psychic phenomena / transcendental communication, and so on, yet I was interested in UFOlogy and read paperbacks about the subject.  While attending 'junior high school,' my brother and I became avid comic book readers during what even at that time was proclaimed or publicized as the 'Silver Age' of Marvel and DC comic books.  I eventually was astute enough to recognize the homosexual innuendo in storylines where physical battles between muscular 'superheroes' in flamboyant costumes was artistically rendered.  This observation also enabled me to became more aware of sexual innuendo perceptible to a conscientious observer in relation to movies and TV shows, including some types of sports.  While nude men making love wasn't considered acceptable by everybody, there was and continues to be a colossal audience for boxing and Ultimate Fighting Championships between trunks-wearing men.

I also became acquainted with the love of pets.  We had a 'frost point Siamese' cat named Pandora and then after I gave some milk to a gray striped and spotted homeless alley tabby, Tommy joined our family.  She was always a little wild, growling or hissing whenever anyone tried to express affection to her.  Although she preferred sleeping with Ellen, she visited me one night to stare into my eyes poignantly as if letting me know that she thanked me for having found her.  One lesson learned is that there is love throughout all of the animal kingdom.

Many TV shows that I watched featured suburban families and one show about love was "Love American Style" — prompting me to consider what relationship with another person eventually would be right for me.  The debut of the 'soap opera' about a vampire, "Dark Shadows," sparked a cultural fad even among young people yet I soon decided that 'nothing much ever seems to happen' in soap operas.  My brother's and my Pop culture orientation also encompassed sexual content that was included in such magazines as Mad, National Lampoon (an adult version of Mad) and the comics-oriented 'horror magazines' Creepy, Eerie and Vampirella

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These are four magazine and book cover paintings by Frank Frazetta.  As a child, the Conan book series by Robert E. Howard was one of the fantasy / science fiction books I read and another was the Mars series by Edgar Rice Burroughs.  The latter series of books was obtained through a science fiction book club that I joined.  Shown below are some of the numerous comics that I read and collected.  (article)

I'd discovered my own writing ability in the fifth grade when there was an assignment requiring pairs of students to each together select a magazine cover image as the basis for writing a short story in class and then reading it aloud.  (My friend would later while in his teen years succumb to alcohol poisoning.)  I would go on to win local and national writing awards that enabled me to attend USC with a full scholarship as a cinema major after two years attending PCC.  One of the awards was for an 'informal article' that I'd written spontaneously as a 'stream of consciousness' experiment for the Scholastic Magazines annual Literary Cavalcade contest.  I wouldn't learn about so-called 'channeling' for another decade, having decided not to read the Seth paperbacks because of the unnerving appearance of the book cover of Seth Speaks that seemed to me as something suggestive of 'demonic possession.'

During our senior year of high school, we participated in Gifted Program tours of top-ranked Los Angeles area universities.  During the middle of the day, when we were walking through an on-campus dormitory hallway a woman's loud grunts and moans began being heard from behind one of the doors.  The grotesque squeals were reaching a crescendo and as continued walking down the hall I decided that off-campus housing would be a preferable alternative to 'dorm life.'     

One incident that foreshadowed events in the future when both Mike and I would be employed in the publicity department at the Paramount Pictures studio in Hollywood was attending a screening of a Paramount movie ("Scalawag") exclusively for high school journalists.  Another synchronicity was that while attending USC, I and other cinema students saw one of the first screenings of the movie "Star Wars."  Later in my life, while working for Paramount my publicity materials writing assignments would include "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" and another movie that were each a Lucasfilm Ltd. production.

One of the most eye-opening experiences during my teenage years was watching an Ingmar Bergman movie when it was broadcast by a local PBS station.  There was a parental guidance warning yet I'd seen many of these warnings without any inkling about what any of the fuss could be about.  There simply had been no preceding experience in my life that prepared me for viewing the rape murder sequence in "Virgin Spring."  The scene made me contemplate the animalism that can overpower human beings when the circumstances are conducive.

The animalistic impression about this facet of human sexuality still remains in my mind.  In 2024 the Bergman movie can be watched by anyone without charge on YouTube without any parental guidance warning.  Years later, the murder of the kindest character, Mieze, in the Fassbinder mini-series "Berlin Alexanderplatz" would be another scene arousing considerable shock and contemplation about the human potential for evil deeds.    

When I reviewed Bergman's "Cries and Whispers" for my high school newspaper I mentioned the movie "begins quietly and hypnotically" while a reference to "shattering glass" alludes to the scene where one of the sister characters in a bedroom inserted a shard of glass into her vagina — leaving me nauseated that a woman would attempt to harm her husband this way.  Many years later I read Bergman's autobiography and learned that his bleak psychological state of mind was influenced by his lack of certain spiritual knowledge and contradictory perceptions about the nature of earthly life.  His digestive ailments and attentiveness to dreams now seems a bleak portent of my own conditions involving chronic illness during recent years (although mentally I've never felt any 'older' throughout the years).

Among the numerous movies seen while growing up, movies dealing in some way with sexual interaction include Fellini's prostitutes; the smug James Bondian situations with such characters as Pussy Galore, Plenty O'Toole and Holly Goodhead (longtime blog readers should note that the head of the British Secret Intelligence Service is known as 'M' in the series); the glum "The Graduate" and also the unintentionally hilarious (for us kids) "Don't Look Now."  During the purportedly authentic sex scene in the latter movie, both Mike and me tried to hold it in but the Donald Sutherland was so funny looking and Julie Christie so cringe inducing that we burst out laughing and one man angrily shushed us.  A more typical sleazy sex scene was in a dubbed R-rated Italian thriller that our mother took us with her to see and then regretted it, pathetically telling us "Close your eyes."  A quintessential old Hollywood movie equating passion with the forging of love and sex intertwined is "Gilda."

Offering an example of how emotionally evocative music can be, the instrumental theme in the movie "Midnight Cowboy" was composed by John Barry and features a harmonica solo of Toots Thielemans.

While attending PCC I elected to engage in my first employment experience as a movie theatre doorman / concession clerk / usher so there was little time for thinking about relationships beyond recognizing in what ways I liked or appreciated the people interacting with me.  Although there wasn't really anyone I 'didn't like,' there was one male coworker whom I most liked and this couldn't be ignored.

When I first started working at a smaller theatre than the Academy before my manager was transferred to the large theatre down the street, I became acquainted with the projectionist.  He was the skinniest man and one of the most unhealthy looking ones I'd ever met.  He was a chain smoker and once explained to me that the reason his long nose pointed to one side of his face was because he always slept on his side, which doesn't really seem like an adequate explanation.  I was working nights and it was horrifying once when he confessed to me that as soon as he could get a woman into his bed he was going to relentlessly have sex with her to make up for the long dry spell.  One night I happened to see him outside the theatre in the company of a pretty Oriental very young woman.  He then introduced me his new wife from the Philippines and she impressed me as someone highly intelligent and amiable as well as highly attractive.  I later learned that the marriage had been arranged without either one of them ever having met before.

A startling incident resulted after one of my teachers met one of my theatre coworkers, a friend who I'd also known at the high school.  When I dropped by his apartment for some reason on the way to work the next day, the teacher wearing only a robe suddenly joined us in the living-room.  She explained her desire to help him gain sexual experience and then reacted with surprise when my friend expressed a similar motivation regarding himself indulging her.  I remember considering 'Is this something immoral for a teacher to do?' and decided not to be concerned about the predicament as there was no direct teacher / student relationship between the two as they began dating.

Another unexpected incident that occurred while working at the movie theatre was going upstairs (where both the changing rooms and office were located) and finding the office door locked.  When the door was unlocked, I realized by the worried expressions on the two people's faces (one ostensibly 'gay' male and one ostensibly 'straight' male) what had been happening and was unsettled because they both had always seemed happy in their committed relationship with another person.  It was another moment when the sexual urge became associated with something of disgust.

Occasionally disturbing occurrences or altercations involving sex would be encountered in the literary adult books and short stories that I was accustomed to read after first becoming acquainted with various acclaimed authors in school classes.  One example is Mrs. Langdon and those garden shears in Reflections in a Golden Eye (1941). 

While at USC, my student film production projects during my junior year consumed most of my time.  A simple misunderstanding with one of the two teachers of my introductory super 8 filmmaking class unpredictably for me resulted with a severe outcome the following semester with a grade of 'D' received after completing my 16mm class.  (article)  I'd never imagined anything could happen such as the sequence of events that had transpired and the outcome was that I changed my emphasis from cinema production to history / criticism.  I witnessed other cinema major students undergoing similar difficult experiences and perhaps, in retrospect, this was a perhaps beneficial introduction to the egoistic nature of 'Hollywood' power hierarchies.    

On the first day of a crowded screenwriting class at USC, a brand new cinema instructor said aloud to a female student "I like your tits" and he was fired immediately thereafter upon the student and myself having vocally complained to the administration.  One of my required classes was a Contemporary American Theatre class that required a weekly viewing of a current local play.  When the class traveled via bus to see "Equus," a play with a nude scene, it was a surprise to find the entire class seated onstage facing the larger audience.  This was part of the production design for the play and some of the female students were visibly nervous; however, one of my junior high school experiences placed me in a similar situation on stage when I played one of the seated dead people (along with another small role) on stage near the conclusion of the play "Our Town" while Mike portrayed the lead role.

I resumed working part-time at the movie theatre during weekends due to the anticipated expense of an additional semester at USC without the privilege of the scholarship.  While attending USC and residing in an off-campus apartment across the street from the university during the 1977-1978 school year, my twin brother Mike established himself as being gay.  Ever since then, many of his close friends usually became my friends as well.  Personally, I wasn't interested in developing a close relationship with another person because most of my time was devoted to developing my writing career.  Since high school, I'd been working on short stories and novels, concentrating on screenplays soon thereafter.

Throughout the 1970s through the 1990s, someone being homosexual or 'gay,' etc. was considered a usual alternative for people living in Los Angeles with the area known as West Hollywood being the home of many LGBTQ+ people.  (One blog article is "Channeled Perspectives Relating to Woke LGBTQ+ Issues".)  Later in my life I became a volunteer at AIDS Project Los Angeles.  While working on transcribing the audio tape interviews and my audio journal entries to bring to publication my 'paranormal initiation' case study book TESTAMENT was published in 1997, I was guided to begin volunteering as a Southern California HIV/AIDS Hotline information giver or 'listener' as this position was called.  Decades later during the coronavirus pandemic, what I knew about viruses and vaccines would keep me unvaccinated.   

I never intended to lead what now upon reflecting about all of experiences in life is perhaps most reasonable to describe as having amounted to constituting a nonsexual life.  During my later decades when people asked me about being single, I would mention to them what eventually had been realized — 'It's one thing to want to meet the ideal person and another thing to actually meet that individual.'

Not everyone finds the ideal path in life as being one of sexual cohabitation with another person.  When I experienced the unique and complex 'paranormal initiation' that began culminating with the occurrences chronicled in TESTAMENT, I began recognizing many metaphorical aspects of incidents throughout my life that established how my serving as journalist about what had taken place made me a surrogate / 'everyman' for others.  I would go on to learn about diverse transcendental communication case chronologies and profile these for case profile articles.  A previous blog article about one unusual transcendental communication case chronology mentions this instruction about love.

"UNDERSTANDING OCCURS WHEN THE STUDENT CAN GO ON TO AGAPE [the Greek concept of selfless and nonsexually expressed unconditional love], WHICH IS THE GOAL."  (article)

Some of the blog articles that offer observations about love include "Contemplating 'Guides,' Creativity, Channeling and the Higher Self", "'Channeling' Phenomena Evidence for Scientists, Journalists and Anyone Uninformed or Misinformed (Including 16 Example Videos)" and "Your Metaphysical Initiation".  Below are two example videos showing that a person's sexuality may be altered through suggestion while hypnotized.

This article is continued with "A G-Rated Description of This Blogger's X-Rated Occupation As Hardcore Porno Magazine Writer".

Blogger's Note:  The second part of this present article includes an observation about the porno magazines of the late 1970s in relation to how — The social consciousness being expressed in these paragraphs and in the storylines of my other fictional erotica content seems to reflect life on some parallel in contrast to the blunt and slang-filled way people speak with one another today . . .  Below, an example is provided via Google search engine AI.

Consistent readers of articles at this blog may not recognize how this type of conversation is precisely what is heard spoken by the man I've been calling 'Bel John,' the host of the nightly "Hyphonix" livestream.  John passes most of his time engaging in social media conversations, playing computer games and watching TV shows and movies, these being the basis for commentary during his nightly livestreaming that often surpasses four hours in duration.  Last night this is how the livestream was introduced by John (and an image from the video is shown below): 

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.  I am live.  And you probably are wondering what the f*** am I doing.  Okay, so let me explain this real simply.  I was thinkin' what the f*** do I do so people can't f****** tell it's me?  Yesterday, I kept getting noticed and noticed.  I was like 'oh my God, bro,' this mustache is the f****** b**** . . ."

Bel John's emotionality is what makes him so fascinating to livestream viewers.  However, he always needs some focus of activity and what would most benefit everyone is him participating in the project carefully planned for him.

John's latest attempt at scaring people at the Uhmegle random chat social media platform is through applying make-up to his face and wearing a 'creepy pickle' costume.  I remain hopeful he will eventually see beyond his various perceived fears and limitations to engage in hosting and producing a series of nonfiction videos where he'll react to authentic evidence of so-called 'paranormal phenomena' cases.  I'll try to let him know about this article so he can see what we have in common about how we passed the time during much of our younger years.  Commenting frankly, the American culture today seems like one where young people are subjected to an entertainment dumbing down beyond what once I would have considered as being possible.

Today upon someone originating or contributing one's ideas to commercial entertainment projects, the creativity of a human mind lacking metaphysical and spiritual development (regarding all the subjects that may be learned about at this blog) will manifest diverse forms of pointless melodrama or satire, computer game foolishness or produce some other type of trivial novelty experience that doesn't advance oneself intellectually — an array of pastimes that the enlightened mind should regard either as ridiculous or reflecting actual travesty.

Anyone who thinks the mainstream news media's ignorant and mystification-oriented perspectives of proof of 'extraterrestrial life' hasn't been challenged aren't aware of the success of my campaign to share this knowledge at X.com with the current statistics of my most popular X post shown below.

During that July 8 livestream hosted by John, it shocked me when 'dark vibe' music heard in the opening sequence featured lyrics mentioning words sounding like "In this life with a mission to darkness . . ."; and soon thereafter there was also heard the Pop song "In The Arms of the Angel" performed by Sarah McLachlan.

Considering his crazed costuming of himself and engaging in a plethora of social media interactions with people who may not even realize how bored they are with entertainment pastimes, the omnipresent shared Subconscious Mind isn't punishing or humiliating John; his activities evidently reflect the activities he considers most advantageous while engaging in creating reality for himself and for his longtime followers whom he calls 'The Boys' or his 'lads.'  As one transcendental communicator has instructed: "All that which is evil must be brought into manifestation to the end that it may be disintegrated . . ."  (article)

John hasn't yet realized the culminating horrible negativity of his social media interactions that unless surmounted will leave him in a state of mind of overwhelming remorse with the petty way he has treated so many people who were merely desiring to make a new friend.  Instead, a disturbing jumpscare or pranking imbroglio was how he dealt with them while only caring about himself and making a trifling profit from 'clips' to be amalgamated in the production of YouTube videos to bring him advertising revenue.       

In comparison with John, I was fortunate to have had the opportunity to be employed as a talent agent at John's age and was involved in working to advance the careers of actor clients in positive ways.  This blogger has no idea what John's frame of mind is that he won't even discuss with me the opportunity that has been bestowed only upon him (although I would never deny anyone the freedom of reporting in videos about the data shared throughout the articles at this blog).  Here is a link to the Summary Article for "The Paranormal Initiation of Bel John As Everyman" series of blog articles.

So that there is no misunderstanding between John and myself, I am not in a position to be judgmental about him or anyone else and have no negative feelings about him as a person on an individual basis.  John is serving as an 'everyman' / surrogate for all other readers and my feelings about this predicament are detailed throughout the articles in this series.

To provide an example of the social consciousnesses reflected in current Pop music in 2025, here are lyrics to a current rap track entitled "1-800" performed by bbno$ (he / him) & ironmouse (she / her; the latter greets Twitch readers with the description "Hello! Im ironmouse, your snarky and sweet 2-D anime waifu.  I am a variety v-streamer who is addicted to anime, singing, voice acting, art, gaming and of course livestreaming and spending time with all of you.")

Notice the horns of Ironmouse in this frame from the music video "bbno$ - 1-800 (ft. ironmouse)".

(These 2025 rap track lyrics are being quoted from genius.com.) 

1-800

bbno$ & Ironmouse

Producer

Diamond Pistols

[Intro: bbno$ & Ironmouse]

Still on that—

(One, eight, zero, zero, he's so handsome, he's my hero)

(One, eight, zero, zero)

[Chorus: bbno$ & Ironmouse]

Still on that 1-800, hit me up for a good time

My shit bumps 'til it push me outta line

You can't spell my name without the dollar sign

Rainbow money, take whatever, yes, I'm colorblind

(One, eight, zero, zero, he's so handsome, he's my hero)

(One, eight, zero, zero) It's that 1-800, hit my line

(One, eight, zero, zero, he's so handsome, he's my hero)

(One, eight, zero, zero) Let me 1-800, blow your mind

[Verse 1: bbno$]

Eight wheels in the front, they some big toys

2025, it's the year of the it boy

Got a little money, yeah, got a little Bitcoin

She, she, she, she makin' me real coy

Never stoop too low, I don't sip Dunkin'

Quite nice top, I ain't talkin' no muffin

On a first date, stay trauma dumpin'

Blah, blah, blah, like somethin', somethin'

One pump, two pump, three pump

The way she workin' that shit, she left me comatose (Uh)

Three plus six is nine, this baby ain't talkin' 'bout tic-tac-toe

Uh, she a little freak, I guess I'm an animal, E-I-E-I-O

Two steppin' like Cotton Eye Joe (Uh, bbno$)

[Pre-Chorus: bbno$]

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Please, please, please, please

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Please, please, please

[Chorus: bbno$ & Ironmouse]

Still on that 1-800, hit me up for a good time

My shit bumps 'til it push me outta line

You can't spell my name without the dollar sign

Rainbow money, take whatever, yes, I'm colorblind

(One, eight, zero, zero, he's so handsome, he's my hero)

(One, eight, zero, zero) It's that 1-800, hit my line

(One, eight, zero, zero, he's so handsome, he's my hero)

(One, eight, zero, zero) Let me 1-800, blow your mind

[Interlude: bbno$]

Dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick

[Verse 2: bbno$]

Yeah, dick real deadly, do a lil' damage

Got, like, twenty children, Nick Cannon

Fuck, I'm sexy, snap like sandwich

Hit a double threesome, ride a tandem

Got good DNA, shawty thick, got TNA

I'm makin' moves, no POA

Ain't bustin' quick, no ETA

It's either she or maybe her, I cannot pick, pick, pick, pick, pick

I got that Rolie Polie Olie, it go tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

I'm at the Nino playin' blackjack, always hit, hit, hit, hit, hit

If baby's broke, he's only doin' it for the bit, bit, bit, bit, bit

[Pre-Chorus: bbno$]

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Please, please, please, please

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Don't fuck this shit up for me

Please, please, please

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