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PATRICK wakes up face down in a racquetball court, ears first, then eyes as he looks about his surroundings, a racquet still in his hands, and —VICTOR playing wallball with himself, just near enough to Patrick that it's dangerous.

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It had been days since I'd written anything, really.

I was technically ahead of schedule— of course, That was, technically— and besides the delay of one single, I was on some sort of roll—the day-by-day releasing of my fast tracked work seemed to be doing some sort of offset to the algorithm; I knew this was something not everyone was doing, or anyone, really, that I knew of—and in this way, it was rather strategic. Besides, anyway, the obvious— my subscription for distribution was ending, and although it had been a voluminous year as far as music catalogues were concerned, some of my best work surfacing actually after I_NY, which itself had created a surge of followers on what seemed like a freak occurrence of one song—the final track, for whatever reason— being streamed just under a thousand times without it having been showcased or promoted in any way—

; and that was just it— it was, or at least, did seem random, anyway, on the off chance.

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WHO is responsible for this?

Nobody moves a muscle, not an inch. Not even wince or a blink, not a breath at all in the room, until—

SETH MEYERS let's out a deeply exasperated sigh of concern and beffudlement.

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CUT TO:

Alright, where is it?

GODDAMIT! What is it with you people!

What people? I'm not people.

—and why does everyone secretly smoke?

Oh come on. It's common knowledge.

What's “common knowledge”?

Where is it?

You are redundant!

And you, are about to be decapitated.

By whom, might I ask?

The Network.

Great.

“To Cut Ties”

Well…

The man hanging from a singular kite in what appears to be midair with nothing and no one around in sight across a clear blue sky lets out a light sigh, as if to say..:

[nothing]

There's really nothing that can be done about this.

Seth?

Red tape. Red tape everywhere!

Well, it's settled then. I'll just—

Go ahead, right this way.

Who is THIS?

I own The Network.

No you don't!

You know—you're right. I am the network.

Ah, Christ, we gotta get out of here.

Correct.

Where's Fallon?

I—

Dead.

What!

Finally.

Or presumed missing.

What:

Go figure.

Which is it.

One of the two, and either way.

—fff.

We're boned.

Definitely.

Ah, Christ.

You gotta see this.

What is it.

Haven't figured it out yet.

What's it look like.

Something.

Something, eh?

Yes, indeed.

Well, not nothing.

Not nothing.

TINA FEYA is a special detective at the head of an elite task force designed to investigate distinctly extraordinary cases; the detective takes a long draw from a cigarette

Ew, barf. I'm not doing that.

No, your character is doing it.

I don't think so.

Don't think so. Do so.

No, no—see;

I don't think my character would smoke.

Why?

Because she has my name, and I don't smoke!

CUT TO:

Quadadimentional TINA FEY shoots pool and tosses back cold glass bottles of craft beer.

::||PAUSE.

IV—

Oh, I get it.

Now you understand.

I understand we can't be in the same room together.

Why is thi—

I will kill you.

CUT TO:

AREA 51. HOLDING CELL. DAY

Ooh. Is this the part where?

Yeus.

Oof.

Yeus.

Alright, get in here.

No, Wait—

No, no.

Get comfortable.

With what?

Your new cellmate.

Don't tell me it's.

CUT TO:

I TOLD YOU. I'M NOT DOIN THE TONIGHT SHOW.

YOU'RE DOIN THE TONIGHT SHOW— YOU KNOW WHY?

WHY?!

BECAUSE I SAID SO.

Oh, well, since you said so.

Really?

fuck no. Move.

GIVE ME BACK MY BODY, YOU FIEND.

I WILL —*sniffs*—NOT,

You're rUinInG it!!!

I'm making improvements.

yooooooooooouuuuuuu—

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IV.

-Ū. ft. Happy Accidents & -Ū.

Melted my face.

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C U L T (V5) - Single

Uptown A ft. Happy Accidents & -Ū.

Broken Headphones ftw.

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Remember my imaginary friend RiffRaff?

Wasn't it a dragon

I think so.

Huh.

Turns out it's a rapper.

That's… interesting.

Even more odd: look at this.

Don't scroll anymore.

That is…fantastic.

{Enter The Multiverse}

It fees too close to home;

I took the scenic route.

God knows I don't belong here—

I don't want to harm you

It hits too close to home

I have to play the part

You just don't know the half of it

You just don't know the art

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That's enough

And it always was

But the truth of the matter was,

Someone asked for it

I was doing nothing

But living my own world

Until who came along

And on the assumption that three man told me to run,

I run along

Now take that hound out to the back and shoot it

*fucks off and dies*

Take that horse right back to the barn and burn it down

(i almost left the horse in the barn)

Now take this damn hole out of my heart,

Or just eat it out

Or let me bleed

Or tear me to shreds

If all I need are some meds,

Recommend the right color preference

Another African American

For reference

Or whatever

I'll get better quick with a mask on

Just get to feeling suicidal besides my peloton before I ride on

And just remember— that everyone out there

Is everyone out there

And everyone out there is on something.

It's a cold fucked up world

and New York is the stone where the heart should be

It's a cold fucked up world

And New York is a Puddle full of vomit

For the icing on the cake

That never happened

Cause it don't make sense

To buy an easy bake oven

Living in a homeless shelter

With absolutely no

Potable drinking water

Earn your heart ducts

Or just duck tape them wall closed

And work at the Walmart

And sleep with the roaches

And snitch on the rat

And tie up the snitches with stitches

And tie them to the train tracks

Don't redact Billie the kid if you're infinite

and just remember,

The love left

But I didn't

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They own everything .

Everything?

I'm saying—

Everything.

Wow. NBC and Coca Cola, huh. Nice wager.

Whatever, I still haven't been paid yet.

Exactly.

There that bitch go.

Aha. Caught ya red handed!

Or green handed

Whatever— just

Let's drop a house on this hoe.

Facts.

What kind of house?

Idk? Make it like a duplex?

How many stories;

At least 3;

At least

And a basement.

Correct.

Just make sure she end up under that hoe.

[a house drops on the wicked witch of the west.

Or was it the east?

I'm pretty sure it was the west

I miss California

Go back, then.

I— am trying.

YO.

Yoooo. What happened.

They dropped a house on my ass.

Ah, damn. Is that where we at?

For sure, dis a whole ass house up in here.

Facts, bro.

Dis a nice house.

Hell yeah it is.

But oh, shit—

[the witch is barefooted]

Yo ruby slippers is gone, bruh!

Fuck them Ruby slippers, man! I got a house!

I own property in this BITCH.

Fo sho— where we at, tho?

PANORAMIC VIEW OF LOS ANGELES.

WE OUT WEST.

AAAAAAHHHHHH SHIT.

Call the homies.

You're not green anymore!

I was never “green”

It was just a skin condition I picked up

All that broomstick flyin around

Damn.

Facts.

Yo, order some pizza.

Alllllrrrriiiiiiiigghhhhhjt.

[THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST HOSTS A HOUSE PARTY IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS]

Giggidy!

Who the fuck is this fool?

I don't know.

I don't know what day it is;

I have sex with aliens.

We've been playing games forever

Nothing changes, names or weather

I used to get the tens,

And be on one,

So if two is four,

Two fifteens, two fifteens

I don't want to mean to mean you

Didn't mean to be mean, but I meant what I said

When I said what I meant

About you,

So now I go south,

For the winter

South, till the sun comes out again

South, East these days it ain't easy to forget you

Dreaming of the west coast

What's the dose for lost love?

I might never know how to take it;

The hard way, I guess

Or dark, like my coffee

The coffin's open

Did you want to join?

A double wide, for the shoe that fits

The soul that grasps

And the sole that holds

An awkward foot

Two for two,

Or four, for free

And I adore you, but

Double down on your thoughts

Two tens used to take me somewhere,

Who knows though

Now I fly south for the winter

Knowing I might never come home

It could be a targeted attack from the whites.

that's fair, but still it might help.

It will help, but only temporarily.

Who knows

I do.

Please never say those two words next to each other ever again.

Noted.

I don't see any difference either way,

No dissalusion, just indirection, in fact

I've lost the infection and the undertones in my own dissonance, and everything seems distant

Establishing dependence in intellogstions,

I'd be gracious if you presented this

Impending tragedy, rather as a…

Message, sent

I thought you were my best friend

Missed connections

I thought you were a bottle of my favorite elixir

Dear, it doesn't make any different at all

It doesn't make any difference at all

If you can't play it

Play it out, nice

Brush strokes,

Put the spokes on the back wheel,

Just so everything is real

(It isn't)

Indifference in a nutshell is

Irreverence and irrelevance

It's hell, isn't it,

If all the good girls are in it,

Or going there

Where are you?

Somehow lost focus, reworked for greatness and

I just realized I can't do this anymore

I can't do this anymore

I can't do this anymore;

I can't stand it

I'll call Matt lauer

What! Why?!

What for.

Because he's Matt Lauer!

What!

He'll know what to do.

[mattress flying through the air]

KEVIN HART

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo—

{Enter The Multiverse}

This is a house of cards;

You know it's a house of cards, right?

This is a house of cards;

I know it's a house of cards, right?

This is my house of cards;

I know it's a house of cards, right.

{Enter The Multiverse}

What up.

I'm a walking pile of words.

That's Hot.

Is it?

Ehhh…

Two Jews walk into a bar.

Oh, come on.

—the problem is when they walked in, it was the 1930's.

Yikes.

Now when is it?

NEW YORK CITY. MODERN DAY.

[unintelligible Yiddish]

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Track 05. Columbus Circle.

I_NY. (The Studio Album)

Uptown A, -Ū.

I_NY. is out now—give it a listen!

YouTube:

https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw

iTunes:

I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū

.https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731

Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ

Apple Music:

https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731

Check Out The Spider (EP) Here:

iTunes:

https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720

Apple Music:

https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720

Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw

Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture.

“It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast.

The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist.

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Track 04. double-double.

I_NY. (The Studio Album)

Uptown A, -Ū.

I_NY. is out now—give it a listen!

YouTube:

https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw

iTunes:

I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū

.https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731

Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ

Apple Music:

https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731

Check Out The Spider (EP) Here:

iTunes:

https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720

Apple Music:

https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-spider-ep/1765564720

Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/album/7qE9jTR1vkT8PLoSMmjcUd?si=Tjz_hBowROafFaanhtJ4rw

Uptown A's edgy and avant garde city grunge speaks true to its name in the upcoming I Love New York, styled I_NY for those who might be on the fense so-to-speak— the new wave industrial techno and garage grunge elements of the dance music counter cultures and subculture which spines the present day interpretations of the rave culture.

“It's a fully instrumental album because the city speaks for itself.”, says the producer, a transplant from the west coast.

The Album, part one of a series of New York inspired soundscapes and symphonies composed by the multi instrumentalist DJ and musician whose electronic sound showcases the warehouse essenses of the brick wall backdrops, chained link and bared wire, bars and windows, barebones underbelly of the subterranean world lurking just below the street of Manhattan's glitz and glamour waterfronts, Giving insight to the world of bass music culture, the techno-punk grotesque outcry's give a neo gothic twist.

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I_NY. Track 04. double-double. ft. Happy Accidents & c o l o r s