‘That one was hard', i thought loudly to myself, finishing one banana and reaching to quickly peel another–I had been famished, and by force of nature had broken the predominant rule of fast–not to interact with the public, and therefore had been quick to hurry the fast to a finish; now that it had been s long in the understanding of the spiritual connotations of fasting, i knew never to attempt a show–especially a long DJ set, without having eaten, especially well; I needed to maintain focus, and as my career began to shift heavily, I became quite religious to certain superstition and routine of course, never allowing myself to fall prey to anything too ridiculous; I had been thoroughly taken advantage of–and knew certainly by now there was no room for error or mistakes, misjudgement of character– and I myself, perhaps just a canvas–rather than an unfriendly mirror most would be unwilling to face.

The last and first thing I had consumed had been coffee– a lightly brewed vanilla bean which had exceeded most of the coffee I had consumed during my time in new york by far –a daily staple and absolute necessity, learning harshly from having spent tolerance breaks and unwilling days without coffee begging God for a glimpse of light; Alas, it had come to the point in my adulthood that certain things were just part of me–and coffee was one of them, a welcome and at least usually warm antidote for what seemed to be more often than not a cold, heartless world.

But today, the sun shone and spread light and joy into my heart and mind a I trekked the nearly one mile walk to a nearby asian fusion restaurant that I had avoided before, but now was unwilling to suffer the consequences of a 4-hour set during a fast in which I spent a devoted amount of time and energy in the early morning amidst the miserable and robotic drones of the early morning commute–I was at least happy to have poured through a decent chapter or two of the books that I had finally climbed from the plateau of reading–a book about the rich history of the underground–a well-written journey into the past of a world I loved, but had become so distant from, in my heart and mind, but never in my soul– my own collection of unique and eclectic mixtapes growing daily, my own skill surpassing even my expectations–but it wasn'tmy expectation that I needed to surpass: i had yet to attract the attention of the greats–or even the lower-level promoters and managers which would spark my entry into the dance-club scene, elevating my professional DJ career from playing in parties, bars, and strip clubs and into the actual raves, clubs, and festivals that my soul came from –and called back out to, between the lines and hidden subliminal messages coded deep in the basslines, drops, and 4-to-the-floor anthems I curated with such forceful thought and empathy into my sets and mixes–mixes made of course with love on the mind and deep in my soul but seemingly nowhere to be found, lost in translation and unrequited, reverberated in the emotional undertones of the music I played day in, and day out, sometimes with tears in my eyes, but always with God on my shoulders, most often whispering the next selection into my mind's eye – my music a leap in blind faith.

‘Fuck, I do feel better.'

The Pad Thai hadn't been great at all, but it had been enough to soothe the intense waves of dissociative dissolution and disconnect that came with each and every passing fast–and with each one an honorable lesson in gratitude, for all that had come with my sacred journey: Now, I was a true DJ.

I don't know why imm looking for

Platinum delusions

“I have a question”,

Well, there goes your l answer l;

There goes your skeleton, creeping out the back door—

There goes your relevance,

An acelance,

A metaphor

Is that what you asked for?

You looked in the wrong mirror today

Is this what you wanted or not?

Delusions of grandeur

Emotions and saw what you bought from the storefront

Gobbler it up, and wanted more

More important words, for the chauffeur

Are you sure, dear

On a short order

Or a show with a shirt run

You saw the short

So you order it

Abort mission at once—

They'll call you up when all the smoke is up

In the rooftop of the cathedral

Is that what you wanted

Is that what your question was?

More discoveries, coming right up

At water Michael makers in a room full of synthesizers you could only wish you were in

It's fittinf, the description for the symptoms of schizophrenia

If everything relates, it should be an easy diagnosis—

But it isn't

It's real as hell,

But isn't

I just want a feel for who you are

So I can stop myself from loving your accomplishments

And settle for less

Like the rest of the talentless miscreants

With financial constraints

And too many problems

To overcome

Into abundance

Your works is my music and I just dance to it;

Meanwhile imm miserable and you're courting princesses

Soon to be queens, co conspirators, aqua rain es

And I'm still crying in the door idiots you opened and then left me in

To sift though this

Infinite

Disaster of indifference

I found you in the kitchen sink

So was bound to drown you in it

A katy for your baby again—

A calamity of mastery,

An actor for your Gem—another character I'd written out of affinity for abandonment

Flattened my abdomen for him

But still couldn't change my skin color

If I wanted

Dillon Francis seems more obnoxious than usual

[DILLON FRANCIS BEING EXTRA]

Mm–I don't think so.

This is out of control.

It's not out of control I'm in control

This is out of control.

we're going to play a game.

What kind of game.

A minigame.

What does this game entail.

haha.

**sidenote:

Laidback Luke is not laidback at all.

He seems calm.

That's just his demeanor.

Haha.

Okie. Whats wrong with al these guys

Nobody sleeps here.

What about him. He looks asleep.

No.

[waves hand gently]

See he's–

You're on in 5.

[Suddenly, Very awake.]

Oh wow.

See. Superstar DJ.

Well, fuck, man.

What is this

Just stand here

What. For what

Just– wait here.

Wait?! For what?!

Just – [Leaves]

LAIDBACK LUKE

(eyes)

I don't like this.

(eyes)

I don't like this at all.

MA, MORE COFFEE.

WAAAT?

MORE COFFEE, MA!!!

Lol these guys again.

I love these guys.

How did we get here?

Technically, we're still in a deadmau5 construct.

I dont think he's okay.

I Don't think anybody's okay.

Are you okay?

No.

(eyes)

…

Oh.

“Oh”

What are you doing here.

Whatever I'm doing.

You're a madman.

I fucking wish.

Be careful now—-

—careful for what—

Don't you know—wishes come true.

If that were the case I'd be the richest man in the world.

—maybe you are.

[A mysterious stone is presented.]

What is this?

[a myateriius half—smirk]

Your fortune, sir.

THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS.

What—?

You know what.

The Lakers Won?

Don't be smart!

—but—I'm a genius!

[he launches towards him with fury—a coffee table comes between the two men

—now, you're a rational man—

—AGHH—

—I wouldn't expect you to succumb to such violence.

If I don't kill you with my own hands, someone else will.

—kill me? With your own hands? Someone else?!

AGH!!

[he crushes the coffee table]

That was redwood!

—it's still redwood.

[he picks up a pointy table leg]

Where is it?

Where is what?

I'm ugly

Nobody loves me

Somebody hug me

Move over,

You need a mother;

I'm just your lover—

You're lucky

And woah

I think I want some Timmy hos

I catch the 40

Gross

Everybody's broke

What is this place?

—is that still happening?

The ashes, falling

Almost forgot about the raindrops

Something's calling me

The bus is coming

What day is it?

Last summer,

I suffered longer

Last summer still isn't over

Last summer

I came back to make money

And have none now

Last summer,

You laughed at me

Last summer,

I got my hat back

Last summer

I worked harder

Last summer I sold my hatch back

I have a whole bachelor's degree waiting for me

At my bachelorette party

(I never had one)

I came to this country last summer

With nothing but a gym bag

And this hat on

Though it might have been another one

—I always have a hat on

I like the way his legs are crossed

And it's just so awful

How lost in my thoughts I am

I'm simply anonymous,

Unworthy of womanhood

Stopped in androgynous

God,

This is all of us calling

We're lost again

Someone took all of my coffee

And poured it on top of my coffin

—I'm sad,

I've been here a long time

Without good money

—I'm sad,

I've been here a long time

I just keep writing

—I'm sad

I've been all alone,

But I'm still made of stardust

—I'm sad

I've been here a long time

I keep falling in lust with my projects

I build matrixes—

I just— thought you should know that

I never had my own show before

Why would I go back to

Being the most affordable whore in sun valley

Or something

I've got stars in my eyes—

But I guess I deserved that

I shot myself in the head

I guess this is the blow back

A throwback

You owe me money

But I don't want money—

I just want love

But nobody loves the impartially ugly

Satan said nobody loves me

All dressed up as a Japanese lady

Who couldn't contain me

And tried to control me—

But I have a hole in my head, you know

It makes everyone quite uncomfortable.

When I sat down on the bus,

I just lost myself

I just keep fighting off lust

And biting my fingernail polish, and honestly—god?

Just take my life

Before I do

I'm not suicidal

I just can't buy things

Right when I like to

I just can't find the right guy

To go home to

So you know

(So you know)

(So you know)

(So you know)

I love you

Victory, Victory ,Victory!!!

Do you want to come with me?

Victory, Victory Victory!

I'm mobile now,

Do you want me to pull up?

Victory, Victory, Victory!

If I pull up,

Do you want to come with me?

Victory, Victory, Victory!

I just want you with me

As I fight feelings of shame and disgust

I'm in the window now

Robbed of my lust

And my last few dollars

If only for the moment

I'm in the window now

Like a puppy

I have to wonder

If anybody wants me

—apparently nobody loves me

I'm in the window now

Thinking about how

Nothing I've ever done matters

Not even this

What a lovely display it is

It is ironic, you know.

I would kill myself tonight

Just never to be reminded

Of —-

I would kill muself tonight

If I could know that on the other side

It was warm and bright

And this life

Never even happened

I might kill myself tonight

Or just ride it out

And try to write about

How I arrived here

Something's apparently important

Imports and exports

Inbreds and ex husbands, wives

And Ex doctors

Sometimes I'm Michael

There's a lot of love in this parking lot

I never thought about how right or wrong I was

Until I stopped and watched it al on camera

Vandalism in a stolen prison

The whole world revolves around a blue eyed white man

The whole world revolves around his blue eyed children taking all my husbands

The whole world revolves around a lousy dollar —

All I've got is this flower;

What can I buy with that ?

The whole world's rotten

Just like this Apple

It's in my pocket

And I'm gonna light it on fire

On purpose

(Or with purpose)

Hello?

Which phone did you call from?

I don't have this number

Excuse my stream of conciousness

I was trying to fight off suicidal thoughts

not so creatively

This is my job,

Like this is your job

I look at the jaw

I want what you want

This is my planet we're on

This is is my plan, I got lost in it

Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm not

You just want a nut with a butt

I just want a bud

[Sample, Dillon Francis: Hey Buddy! (The Coffee Run)]

I'm not your buddy.

Ah.

Look at that car;

I'm on a coffee run at McDonald's

How much does it cost?

A dollar, one—

It's like putting gas in my car,

I don't wanna

I don't wanna

I don't wanna

Call Jimmy Fallon to borrow a dollar.

It's a coffe run

A coffee run

A coffee run;

You cough, I run

You like? I'm fun

The west was won by everything under the Sun,

Run it

Equinox+ (EP)

Love brings me out of my shell;

—I could love you, I

I could love you, I

Could love you, I

Could love you,

I love you

I love you, I

This isn't good for my health;

If you don't love me,oh well —

(I could love you, I)

This is just passing the time,

Count my dimes and,

I'm wealthy, you build me up

Shining, I wake you up

Diamond of mine,

I love you, I

Love you I

Do what I want most the time,

Cause nothing else matters but

Making you mine

I, so what I want most the time

I can't get out

Out of my mind,

Cause I love you

I love you I,

Wasting my time,

I could love you but

Nevermind

Drunk,

And I'm stumbling up to my apartment for

The 30th time this month,

My rent's due tomorrow, but

I got it,

Woah,

I've got just enough

Just to keep fuxkin up

Getting fucked up

And filling my cup

Like it's something,

But it's nothing,

Not really

Nothing,

Not really

Be good

Work it out

Come on

Work it odd

Be good

Shake it off

Work it out

Come on

Be good,

Work it off,

Work it out—

Come on

Be good

Work it out

Shake it off

Come on

—

We all know

There's a monster in there

And it wants let out;

All man, beware—

Yeah

We all know

There's a monster in her—

And,

Someone will let it go

Oh,

Someone let it go

Oh, no (oh yeah)

Oh, no

That's no good

That's no good

Oh no

(Oh yeah)

Oh no

(Oh yeah!)

No, no

You just had to let it go

You just had to let it go

Oh, no!

—

I need time

To rationalize my genius

I can't write light this

Alt right all white nationalists

I can fantazize, right?

I could die like this

It's a damn good life

What fucking time is it, anyway?

Right?

I can't rationalize, this

Fascist rats at The Fashion district

Bam, I had it—

I had to get right, man

I had to get God on my Mantras

I fucked up tomorrow,

I'm off in Toronto with problems

And dogma—

Who's dog is this

Tied up at the Whole Foods market

I tried it, I died in the in

I can't idolize idols, man

Cry, though,

Dip my bicoff in Chiapas coffee

All pissed off,

Woah

It's the wrong morning to wallow in

Caught me off guard at the offering

Sha, there's no mother here,

No other one,

You're wrong God,

I stopped to cross at all of them,

I suffered when I swallowed,

Rah,

What's wrong?

I'm feeling solemn on my sodomist

Wishes of

This centrifugal

—‘swimming with the fishes,

Get it?

Woah,

It's a whole open world of

Wizards and witches

I wish I could ditch this

—the center or attention is this city—

That's Alex Tribec, for the record

Fuck the TriBeCa fest

Rest in Los Angeles

Rest in peace Barbra

Hah—

I've got all of em

This is an awful lot of mantras,

Stars and Stripes. God;

I lost it at the Oscar's,

Turn me on, or off

I'm all of it

Or not

What was the cost of this?

An awful lot of mantras, stars,

And crosswalks,

To stop dead in the center of

“I'm miserable

That's Hollywood for you, God,

That's Hollywood,

That's where we dropped you off

—

Have you had enough, yet?

How was is?

Enough!

I'm not even fully up yet!

Fuck,

It was loveless,

All up in ashes,

I told ya,

That “fun is a friend of the devil “

Burn in sense,

Just rub out the sense

Have my lips on your hips,

Just rotate,

As the earth did,

In difference, she has

Impatience is his imperfection

“Eventually,”

She says,

“I'll see him”

He tends to agree,

Within reason—

Winter breezes and freedom,

This season

Envy leaves,

But she's gonna get even

Come in threes,

And maybe,

We'll see then.

Come to the surface,

Come up—

Don't give up yet

Give what you've got;

Half a lung,

And the other is under—

Come on,

Come up,

Come all—

Come, you're walking on water!

No wonder they call for you

On earth

—

(We've got a Hot One, for you)

Have you ever wondered

What's wrong with us all?

Fuck—

Hollywood's calling,

I don't have my phone on me

Hollywood called,

But your voice Mail is full,

What?

I finally picked up;

The message at the tone,

Was in Morse code

Billy fit the Playbill,

I signed it “usnavi”

Yo,

You look just like me

A sacrifice?

A sacrifice,

I said,

I'm red,

I'm jealous like I've never been

That's right, blue eyes then

Next lifetime

Fu—

They robbed me of all my art

As a hobby

Worshipped for All I've got

Not a god yet, but

Gotta be working on something

That's all of it,

Gotta be knocking it off,

Full of gossip and

God, I want love

But it's not in the cards, huh

New Joan Of Ark,

Where's the war

That you wanted

Not enough talk,

But I've done enough walking

Gosh,

Two thumbs up,

All applause from the audience

That what you wanted?

Yeah!

“God I want love but it's not in the cards yet”

That's what you wanted?

Yeah!

That's what you wanted

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