The ‘-complications.' mixtape compilation series which focuses its internal monologue on the ideology of exploratory existentialism, using simple and classic mixing techniques into smooth transitions which mirror synconocities in time, musical elements, and lyricism to illustrate a vortex of collisions in cosmic omniscience, theming its recurring dominant soundscapes into a singular foundational focal point, and centering its multidimensionality into a gripping pull to return its emphasis on reflecting at checkpoints as if to reiterate a greater hidden meaning; the highs and lows of falling in love, it's consequences, long days and nights, missed connections, lost and unrequited love—capturing overall the rock and roll darkness of the neo-moden dance music scene—moving about from world to world—night after night, song after song—bodies on bodies and the escapism of rave and dance floor culture, connected through the pulsating and throbbing heartbeats bridged by light waves, and spread across neon skies across the globe.

Featuring dearly beloved hit and dance classics alike from global and legendary super-artists and masters of the dance floor, deadmau5, Kaskade, kx5, Skrillex, Fred Again.., Claptone, and more—featuring new music by and mixed with heart & soul by underground swamp creature and ancient rave God ‘- Ū.' as she explores the outer realms of dance music pre-and-post existence in the guttural haze of the afterlife.

Oh yeah, i'm a big fan.

I doubt that.

No, I am.

No, you're not.

I am. One time: I almost spent $60-something dollars on a Covid test so I could get into your show.

Oh yeah.

Yeah. Then, I found out it was $60-something dollars with insurance —

$60 with insurance?

—Yeah— and like $150 without

Wow.

So I jut showed up anyway since I already had the ticket to see what would happen —

Why didn't you just get a covid shot?

I almost did—cause I heard they were giving them away for free—and I love free shit—

What is “free”?

Nothing. But when I got to the door, this blonde chick said if I gave her $10 she'd let me pass.

Just play along

You don't have to suffer

You're not in the wrong

Don't wait too long.

Just pretend you belong

Like it's your favorite song

And maybe someday

When all the beauty fades away,

We all grow old with time and age, you'll say

“I made it” and just fade away

Into a remix

And this is why I don't check Instagram

Often, anyway—

Play the game, pretend your famous

Don't change your name

It's too late for that shit

They'll try to blame you, the haters

But really it's all the same you

Even Jesus can't save you

From whatever you're about to go through

—just shuffle the album,

Plug up your ears real tight

So only the bass gets through

And your hate yourself

But there's nothing you can change today

Except you, so —

These days are crazy

But Everything's virtual

Unfuck The World

Sunni BLU

I'll see you at the end of another long bender

Head in a blender

Idk how did I get here

Back of a sprinter

In LA in the middle of winter

Right at the center

I am ok up on a stretcher!

All the stars are below me:

You don't even know me!

You will never be my homie

You'd be lucky just to blow me!

You reap what you sow, so

I guess i had it coming

Go Smoke a cigarette so your mouth'll stop running

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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-U.