I've been celibate for too long.

You know how I know?

Shits getting weird.

There's babies everywhere,

My heart is literally on fire—

All the time—

And guess what else?

I found out this weird trick—

On complete accident.

I actually found out that men are like real life good pussy detectors.

Like, they have a sensor, or something.

You know how I found this out?

By complete accident.

I promise, it was an accident.

I was doing kiegels on the train—

You know— like little—

Pussy workouts—

You know, you like. Clench real tight, and then release?

Yeah.

Anyway,

So I was clenching my pussy real tight, right.

On the train.

And like six dudes were like

**snifs, looking around**

-_1

“Where is it?”

And I was like

“Uh oh!”

Oh no!

But I thought to myself—

No, that was strange,

That couldn't have really—no wait-/

So I did it again,

And even more dudes were like

“YO, WH—“

“WHAT?” *snifs* what.

And that's when I found out

“that's—wow. You know what? I should not be clenching my pussy like that on the train”

And then,

Of course,

I'm doubting myself, I'm like—

No way! That's ridiculous— so I thought

Maybe one more—expression—one more kiegel, ought to do the trick.

So I did it again, one more time—

And all the dudes were like

“”Whaaaaat is that?!l

“What is going on”

But this one dude, big black guy—

Got this like sense of clarity,

Whipped his head around at me,

And luckily I was wearing sunglasses but,

Looked dead at me like

“ITS YOU.”

And I was like

Yep.

You know what?

I shouldn't even have this pussy on the train like this.

I'm a just—

I just got off the train.

I don't even think it was my stop.

I was just like—

EXIT.

No more pussy on the train.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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-Ū.

I've been celibate for too long.

You know how I know?

Shits getting weird.

There's babies everywhere,

My heart is literally on fire—

All the time—

And guess what else?

I found out this weird trick—

On complete accident.

I actually found out that men are like real life good pussy detectors.

Like, they have a sensor, or something.

You know how I found this out?

By complete accident.

I promise, it was an accident.

I was doing kiegels on the train—

You know— like little—

Pussy workouts—

You know, you like. Clench real tight, and then release?

Yeah.

Anyway,

So I was clenching my pussy real tight, right.

On the train.

And like six dudes were like

**snifs, looking around**

-_1

“Where is it?”

And I was like

“Uh oh!”

Oh no!

But I thought to myself—

No, that was strange,

That couldn't have really—no wait-/

So I did it again,

And even more dudes were like

“YO, WH—“

“WHAT?” *snifs* what.

And that's when I found out

“that's—wow. You know what? I should not be clenching my pussy like that on the train”

And then,

Of course,

I'm doubting myself, I'm like—

No way! That's ridiculous— so I thought

Maybe one more—expression—one more kiegel, ought to do the trick.

So I did it again, one more time—

And all the dudes were like

“”Whaaaaat is that?!l

“What is going on”

But this one dude, big black guy—

Got this like sense of clarity,

Whipped his head around at me,

And luckily I was wearing sunglasses but,

Looked dead at me like

“ITS YOU.”

And I was like

Yep.

You know what?

I shouldn't even have this pussy on the train like this.

I'm a just—

I just got off the train.

I don't even think it was my stop.

I was just like—

EXIT.

No more pussy on the train.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

You want to come to, don't you?

I'm not really sure I do…

WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

I am up, you blind bat!

I'm rather more of a goat.

I thought it you were a horse!

–And to that, I say “Ney”

Great .

Listen. If you can get all of the Golden Girls and all of the beatles lined up in a row, I'll give you a bucket.

What's in the bucket.

Nothing, that's the fun of it.

hm.

Sir Paul McCartney?

Uh, I guess.

Sir Paul McCartney, you must never die.

–I feel like i've heard this somewhere before…

Perhaps somewhere before; But here, now.

Very well, then.

On you go.

You know–you look familiar.

No, I don't.

Are you sure we don't know eachother?

I'm not sure of anything, really–and neither should you be.

Words to remember, my dear friend.

__

So you've been knighted.

I'd think it so. but the ceremony were in the morning.

___

Notes Dump II:

All those who seek to controll me

Will therefore be controlled by me

therefore

Those who seek to contain me

Shall therefore be contained by me

Amen

JOHN SLATTERY

wtf characters is this.

idk , it just says “John Slattery”

The fuck, man.

She doesn't listen.

She'll listen to me

You think so

I know so.

Forget it. If she doesn't obey me–

She's not going to obey anybody–

Especially you;

Whoever it is you think you are.

Whatever, asshole.

That's right;

I'm an asshole.

So that's Captain Asshole

To you, motherfucker!

[There's a Surf Club in Brooklyn]

Mister Cellophane

{The Printing Press} - pop Up Club

Toot it and boot it

“The telepathic deadmau5”

Whatever that is

Ooh shit, here we go again with this motherfucker

[The 4th Dimensional Jimmy Fallon's telepathy becomes extremely keenly developed, with the more time he spends intentionally looking into the eye of the many cameras used to film the shows h appears on, exponentially increasing over the expanse of his career–as he soon finds out, his peers have also developed this seemingly unique ability, however, each person who has gained this ability has also developed an individual; intrinsic and respectively specific skill within his or herself which allows each person who possess this telepathy to limit/inhibit this at his or her own will or desire

Whatever.

JIMMY FALLON YOU RAT MOTHERFUCKER.

I'm not a rat! I'm a weasel! AH!

YEAH?

YEAH, FORREAL.

WELL, FUCK YOU, YOU WEASEL MOTHERFUCKER.

FOR WHAT.

i'M GONNA KILL YOU.

That's readily apparent–BUT WHY?

[The mobster lunges for Jimmy]

AHH.

I NEED CONTEXT.

[He lunges for Jimmy again]

AHH

CONTINUITY. CONTINUTIY.

Oh damn. So he really can shapeshift into.

Just about

–Just about anything.

Fuck you.

[The syndicate crime organization which Patrick has become involved with has become mistrustful and uncertain of his straightforward and clean-cut demeanor; He is forcibly injected with a combination of heroin and cocaine to ensure that he is trustworthy to continue within the organization, and his reputation is put into jeopardy as his occasional recreational use curtails into a habit, which he hides, as his new promotion to Head of Programming, in addition to his continuing role as the host of a primetime late night talk show are both put at stake. Patrick , a young and eager writer and performer, begins his career as a remarkably clean-cut and good-hearted young man, with an almost heroic sensibility of naivety, besides his impressively professional tolerance for high volumes of alcohol, and primarily hidden vice for cigarettes.]

What is that.

(mockingly)

Heh. “what's that?”

[Patrick shrugs, and grimaces, as if to say “whatever, then”]

It's just some ye-yo.

(uninterested)

Oh.

[He suddenly becomes slightly more hostile, as if provoked by Patrick's nonchalance]

You down for some ye?

Hah, i'm straight.

(squinting)

You sure?

Yeah.

Come on! Don't be so stiff.

(defensively)

I'm not “stiff”

I'm just–

(insisting, drawing closer

Try it.

(not backing down, but stern)

I'm good.

[The two are face-to-face, the room becomes quiet.]

Try it.

Nah.

[His eyes widen; he appears offended.]

I insist.

[Patrick silently declines, attempting to stand up.]

CONT'D

Seriously? You know what–

[The tension has risen; Patrick inwardly understands there's no escape; He swallows nervously, he is trapped, and surrounded by the crew of gangsters.]

Sit.

[He pushes Patrick down, holding his arms to his sides.]

-___-

We'll get back to that later.

Damn shit show is intense.

I know I haven't even found the real deep stuff yet.

Yikes. I hope you weren't intending for Fallon to play this!

Oh please! I don't even think he's capable of palating a show like this.

That's an insult.

No, it isn't. The man's a genius; but, a comic genius. You remember when Sandler did all that serious shit?

What serious shit?

Exactly.

DOC BROWN

THis is some serious shit.

Not yet, Emmmmit.

What do you mean, “not yet”? I haven't much time left, you know.

Whatever! You're going to live forever!

(Amen)

I'm ma stressin

Flexin my God complex ‘n / complexion

I'm on Lex and, I'm not lost

I'm just walkin in the wrong direction,

To throw ‘em all off,

N keep them steady guessin!

your deviation from the media signifies your obedience of this law.

What law.

Wait. Where'd you go.

[ILLUMINATi]

HELLO?

They tried to curse her name,

But had forgot that it was

Their ow; Therefore they cursed themselves,

Set her free, and sent her home–

The curse was meant to kill, so she'd always be alone–

instead , she rose above the world, to sit upon the thrown

HEr name became an honor, to which it was bestowed, the crown she wore upon her head,

To show the curse had broken.

–C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe

Esha's Life Begins to Change drastically and rapidly, once the blood oath is set–

PATRICK

Oh, by the way, I've published your book.

ESHA

I'm Sorry–

PATRICK

(interjecting)

–don't apologize…

ESHA CON'T

–you w-what?

PATRICK

This–

[Esha gasps in shock.]

ESHA

How did you–

PATRICK

The artwork is beautiful–

ESHA

Patrick–!

PATRICK

It's your design, of course.

ESHA

How did you–

PATRICK

How did I what?

ESHA

…This was on canvas!

PATRICK

Was. Now it's the cover of your book.

ESHA

“My book…”

_______

[As the workplace tension rises between Patrick and Esha and a strong romance begins to bloom, however unrequited between them, Patrick begins to return Esha's rejections with practical jokes, which sometimes backfire quite tragically, to Patrick's guilt and shame.]

Patrick spits int Esha's Mango Lassi as she completes a task across the room , unseen) (he does this playfully, however and not out of spite, as since their fated intertwining within the blood oath, the two have shared such intimacies that this is only a ‘minor' contamination; they are, after all, bound by blood.) Esha sits back at her desk unwittingly, stirs her Mango lassi with the straw, and takes a sip of the refreshing drink.]

ESHA

Mm.

[Patrick smiles maniically]

LILLITH enters, walking past ESHA's desk and glancing at her, stopping short of greeting her, distracted by her refreshment.]

LILLITH

Ooh! That looks good. Can I try some?

ESHA

Sure!

[Patrick's eyes widen, but he attempts not to react; LILLITH takes a sip.]

LILLITH

Ooh, that is good.

[she takes another sip}

[PATRICK keeps his hands in his pockets, biting his tongue, hiding that he is inwardly horrified; he rubs his eyes.]

LILLITH

yum . Grandma. You've got to try this.

VIVIAN, passing by gestures to ESHA, who shrugs nonchalantly and nods a “go ahead”

[PATRICK might explode; but he hides it well; VIVIAN Takes a sip.]

VIVIAN

That is delicious.

LILLITH

I know, right?

VIVIAN

Thank you, Esha.

LILLITH

Yeah, thanks.

[Vivian and Lillith walk away; Esha gestures warmly and stirs the drink again, taking another sip before putting it down, looking at Patrick unassumingly, however, somewhat knowingly.]

[PATRICK'S nostrils flare, he keeps his hands in his pockets and grimaces]

[beat]

“Jigsaw”

[Patric finishes Esha' Puzzle, then frames it, as a romantic gesture. However, this very explicitly angers her, and she charges him; This is the first time he, or we as the audience has ever seen Esha in a fit of rage, or breaking her usually dry and collected composure.

She enters his office, infuriated She smashes the framed puzzle across his desk; the puzzle and glass shatter, scattering impressively in an explosion of glass, wood shards, and puzzle pieces.

PATRICK

Good morning!

ESHA

You FINISHED MY PUZZLE.

PATRICK

–I thought you'd like that

ESHA

–YOU–

[She begins throwing things off of Patrick's desk; starting with an awards trophy which appears to be an Oscar, then launching his bobble heads and finally, hulk smashing the cappuccino machine.

PATRICK

WOAH!

ESHA

–I WAS WORKING ON THE END FOR MONTHS.

[She continues to destroy his office.]

PATRICK

HEY–wait, really?

ESHA

YES.

PATRICK

…It was so simple…

[He has never witnessed this side of Esha before, and despite the destruction is quite amused. He snickers.]

ESHA

THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU?

[Patrick sips his drink.]

PATRICK

I guess you could say i'm “puzzled”

ESHA

AGH

[HULK SMASHES CAPPUCCINO MACHINE, as it is the last thing on his desk.]

PATRICK

OK?!

[ESHA more satisfied/calmly pours out the remainder of his coffee; Now he's at the very least kind of upset. He sighs; She exits calmly.]

VIVIAN peeks into the office as she passes ESHA exiting the doorway; a small crowd has gathered to gawk, but for the most part it's ‘business as usual', with most of the team assuming PATRICK has simply been up to his tendencies; In fact, he has, however, His relationship with ESHA has become quite complex, as due to his marriage and family, ESHA's continual rejection of his romantic sentiments, despite their explicit interminglings has left him befuddled, and consistently strategizing a way to earn her trust, as she seems an impenetrable wall, and hides a certain mysterious darkness.

lol , Eli Scruggs, Man.

Man, I wish.

I love this scene though.

LATER

Eshareturns to her new home (an incredible modified loft in midtown, with a cast iron spiral staircase, stained windows, exposed brick, and exotic wood floors;

Oh yeah, cause that one part where

VICTOR

You burned down her house?

PATRCICK

I bought it, first.

And Insured it.

VICTOR

Woah.

PATRICK

Well, it was already insured.

Lol damn this dude is a boss.

Yeap.

Fallon couldn't handle this.

Nope.

So who plays Esha?

Idk. Some pretty light skinned girl.

How light skinned.

Light skinned enough to be an ingenue.

Is she the ingenue?

Almost. Kind of.

Wtf.

right .

[Everything at first looks normal, until she reaches the downstairs bathroom/washroom door to find it closed (which is unusual She nervously looks abround, then notices under the door, one single puzzle piece – she opens the door; an avalanche of puzzle pieces falls to her feet; the entire room is filled floor to ceiling with puzzle pieces.

EARLIER:

Patrick sits in the rafters/air conditioning vent with a shop vacuum (in reverse) full of puzzle pieces, (a vacuum he has ‘borrowed' from the studio from the prop room of a show in which contestants are put into a translucent box to attempt to grab money as it flies into the air) He fills her entire washroom with the pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle

Esha, who neither appears to be angry or otherwise, hauls the pieces out in large garbage bags, , then carrying them into the master loft, a two-level space in which the lower level houses her art studio, where she finds a giant frame hanging from the roof on suspension chains;

The camera pans outward with ESHA center, within this giant frame, creating in itself a picturesque vision, herself a painted picture, as she sorts through the pieces atop her bed

Now I have your eyes,

And you have mine

We are we n

The mind of The Eye

This bond surpass

Any test of time

I am I

now sign it.

Uhhh..

Oh, th taste of tears

To be bound by blood

The cure of the oath

The blessing of both

Oneess

[Patrick's children are somewhat all like him in some way; Effectively, they are hilarious?

PATRICK

This one does tricks.

See!

Hazel!

Hazel is so effin cute.

I know huh.

She's like Sally Draper +

Sally Draper ++

Goddamn.

Yeah.

Cute.

Woah.

Right.

Anyway.

HAZEL

Huh.

PATRICK

Do a backflip.

HAZEL

Ok, daddy.

[HAZEL attempts a backflip, but fails.]

PATRICK.

Fuck.

[Face down, waves her arm as if to signal “i'm alright”, but clearly is inured.]

PATRICK

(taking a drink)

Call the paramedic,

HAZEL

I'm okay, though! [She lifts her head up and appears shaken, however smiling–her eyes welted and nose running.]

I'm okay.

PATRICK

No, bab, don't–

HAZEL

(cracking her neck)

I'm okay.

PATRICK

Don't–your neck…

HAZEL

(walking it off, sighing)

I'm okay, daddy.

PATRICK

Maybe just the chiropractor.

Oh, My God

Is it Esha n this scene?

I can't remember if it's Esha or the nanny.

Did he not fuck the therapist?

I mean, that's later.

Is it?

I guess.

Continuity.

Whatever.

We are as one

The Mind of the Eye

The Divinity of One.

JOHN SLATTERY

as

THE MAYOR OF

Which place

idk

Lol this dude is forreal always a politician.

He looks like a politician.

Look.

MAYOR OF NY

I think we may have found something of yours…

[INT. JFK AIRPORT. NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, DAY.]

MAYOR OF LA

Where?

MAYOR OF NEW YORK

The airport.

MAYOR OF LA

Which airport.

MAYOR OF NEW YORK

JFK

MAYOR OF LA

I need you to ground that plane.

MAYOR OF NEW YORK

How?

MAYOR OF LA

By Any Means Nessesary.

Lol that's it.

Yup.

Then it just ends.

I fucking guess.

I guess!

Lol

She is beautiful

Eyes of oceans

Eyes of oceans

Eyes of oceans

Dear God,

Bring us together so that we shall prosper- in spirit, in body, in mind, and soul, as one, as we are Love, The Divine

We are not alike, we are the same

Please God bring me to life so that I ma meet the father of m future children, so that I might overcome poverty, find success, and great happiness, so that I can complete my journey of creating a family, to give birth to and raise more children, in a new and happy hope and marriage.

Amen.

As the sun draws upon my window at this hour, I call upon the dawning of a new eero of love, light and happiness, for all that I am and all who enter my presence, look upon me, know my artforms, or take part in my honor, the many plentiful endeavors and endowments of the great and holy divine, God almighty

Amen

C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe

I thank you and humbly ask for you Great and Divine, Honorable protection, my dear lord, so that I might only know love, happiness, success, and great praise.

Okay, so i did very briefly shapeshift into Steve Bucemi last night.

Are you certain?

I–

[THE MAN IN THE MIRROR is STEVE BUCEMI]

…whatever. I'm going back to bed.

I'd highly recommend that.

You can't forget a face like that.

On that note,

I think i'm into crustpunks.

You want.

I–oh yeah.

Yes?

Yes, please.

GODDAMMIT.

What.

It's this stupid game. I can't get out of this effin trap.

Oh.

“oh”

Have you tried, like–

Tried like, what? I've tried everything.

Just hit ‘escape'

What? That's not gonna work.

Have you tried it?

No, that's stupid.

You said you tried everything.

Yeah, but that's–0

Just try it.

GET UP, DILLON FRANCIS.

GodDAMMIT.

He's out cold.

I'm not! i'm getting up.

Jesus Christ, dawg. How are yout this much of a fuckin wook.

I'm not “wook”

You ARE wook. Jesus.

Jesus is here.

How are you more of a wook than Jimmy Fallon?

That dude is like ancient.

I'm not wook.

You are wook.

meanwhile

WEEKEND UPDATE returns with a not-safe-for-work-or-TV Special.

Oh no.

Is that why

SHH. SHUT UP.

OH, YEAH, iT'S ON MOTHAFUCKA

Dude. you can't wear suits to a rave like that.

CAN

uhm , CAN.

Wtf man.

Apparently, all the late night guys are like in competition with eachother.

DUH.

Even the dudes that are on the same network.

DUH.

Christ, kid, you are sloooooooooowwww.

….-_- which Seth are you again?

The important one.

Whatever. Just get Jon Stewart the fuck out of here before

*michielf*

Fucking christ.

So wait, this is

This is everybody.

Can you explain to me why I blacked out on top of my kitchen table this morning?

I can't actually explain that, no.

SETH MEYERS

(sipping coffee)

Well, I can.

UGH.

AIGH. OHOKAY. UNCLE. UNCLE!!!

AAAAAAHHHHAAAAA.

Damn, you know it's gotta be close to th end if we've over here got

[JIMMY FALLON at a RAVE ]

Oh no. That can't be right.

No, i can't do that .

No one will recognize

Chill, it's fan-fiction

So you're a fan, then.

No. But i'm sure you have them, somewhere.

Aha. Ha.

JIMMY FALLON'S #1 Fan

Besides his–

LET'S SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT, FOR NOW, OKAY.

I will never, literally ever let you live that down.

Shut up, clever.

SHut your face.

IT wa the aliens, okay! Aliens.

BEFORE:

[Aliens]

Who, what, him?

{Jimmy Fallon}

JUICE.

OKay. Wtf, what the everliving fuck is that?

Captain Hook REmix of Psychic Experence Breaks down reaeeeeal hard at around 4:30

What the fuck do they want with Fallon?!

I don't know

Is that him

Yep.

Delicious.

Oh shit. The purple people eaters are back.

WHAT. WHY.

CAuse their lunch got away.

WE LIKE HIM.

Ah. Alright.

I CAN'T DO THAT.

What do you mean, “you can't do that”

I can't do any of that! I'm on ice cream.

Oh shit, he's on ice cream.

MAYA RUDOLPH.

DId someone say

OH —------, THEY'RE BACK

ICE CREAM?!

Sorry, i didn't do this on purpos–

COSMIC AVENGER

–but I did.

Fuck. Someone go fuckin get that guy before he

ROCK

KESHA! KESHA!

KITE.

Hey, look–I am so–so sorry about this…

Whatever. It's not my fault.

It was like this “Jimmy Fallon” was following me everywhere.

WHAT. You thought i made that up?! THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

DUH.

WTF. It's you again.

IT's me again.

Where is

What. Where's what.

Where's Wolf?

Somewhere, I'm sure.

Don't worry, yo. I'm sure it's not the real Jimmy Fallon;

They're jus using him to implant my brain waves with leftist doctrine.

Did you say ‘doctorate'?

And also, sapiosexuality.

“The Seven Souls of Sai The Saige”

Sai and Psy The Saige are two halves of one; Counterparts, opposites, in fact—

I don't want to do this anymore…

I could feel the bags form under my eyes, the bath was run and I was due to release at least one episode today, but was rather being persuade to hard release, as I had intended; multi-part episodes recorded before I had fallen into silence, after another attack–a spiritual attack, which had left me in a raging bout of suicide and uncertainty–uncertainty, that is, as to whether the human race could be reclaimed from evil at all–as no one seemed to care for spirit or justice more than I, and however true it might have seemed, I was probably wrong, and for whatever reason, just trapped amongst these animals for whatever reason–perhaps to convey this message, that love would triumph over hate; but how could i preach such things now feeling another–it was as if I had been beaten or raped with no way at all to retaliate on my attacker, and still threatened by this force, some motorist who tore up and down my block at all hours, ripping me from the delicate rest I so craved and needed, as if it were the force which had destroyed all mankind itself, a reminder I should so when I wish, leave the world. There were no words left, only music, and no reason to speak, would the words fall upon deaf ears. Mankind as a whole had rotted to its core. Even days later, stil my chest ached, and my breathing shallow–the pain having torn through my heart not once now, but twice–I knew it was an intentional attack, whoever by, protected by evil itself.

“How White Supremacy and Privalege are Ruining The Entertainment Industry”

An article i'll never write because of terrorists

By

Whoever, just kill me.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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-Ū.

I thought surely the next presidential election was one or two years out, but the racial tensions which had been rising became even more pronounced, as I realized that November was theboncoming time—and that they hostility between the whites and the blacks had once again been a result as the oncoming war, fueled onward—that the hatred, disgust, and general aggression of the whites had been of course, in the midsts of yet another Trump-fueled political upheaval, and I wondered why and how at all I had been caught in such a world that existed in form of man, of course, now proven himself to be the weaker sex, and yet in that of dominance, as was arranged in such an unholy war, to be the helm of power by sheer greed— now it seemed that these attacks were indeed political terrorism, and that these motorcyclists, my placement close to the ground level, and my neighbor's clammorings were specific attacks, after my identity had been varied to be that of the same in which I had once held political ambition, now none of which I assumed mattered at all. Perhaps I needed something more certain than a 12 story jump or suicide by train, and wondered as to whether it would be easy enough to kill myself bh self inflicted gunshot—a sure thing for certain, as love has been lost in the way of money at all.

At that party…or rather, kind of—after.

That acid that never hit Beyoncé

I don't feel it.

Man, I'm a terrible influence(r)

Just take it.

Nah, I'm good—

PUSSY.

-_-

Give me three.

K.

—suddenly hits BEYONCÉ.

BEYONCÉ

…I got this.

[BEYONCE] however, does not

Ohh, shit.

— “got this.”

A very stranded, very sober Johnny depp stumbles upon what appears to be a college frat party, where the only thing they have is light beer, and nobody even recognizes him as a celebrity, because the attendees are all gen z

What's even after gen z?

The fucking apocalypse.

Anyway.

The acid hits Beyoncé on her way to make coffee, which extends the trip from the living room to the kitchen infinitely.

Multidimensional Anne Hathaway hulks the fuck out and saves the day by ruining everything, which actually fixes everything— and *spoiler* helps Jesus to remain as the king of kings at beer pong.

Lol

In the late 90s in New York City, the keystone cast of Saturday night live learns of each other's formerly sexret psychic abilities, and uses the radio technologies of Rockefeller plaza to develop a research center for the telepathically gifted, eventually discovering and perfecting time travel.

Supacree (the kid version) appears in and out of her ideal and desired realities, baffling ‘the Hollywood people' and later ‘the New York people', becoming the legendary central figure of the Illuminati, as the original timepiece — a pyramid shaped extra terrestrial vehicle which contains an ascended hyper conciousness, which

I can't remember how it goes, did the supacree leave to find the Skrillex, or was it the other way around?

I think it was both ways at some point, but the whole thing was this, just in case I never wrote it but just saw—

These space god (humanoid evolved) are some kind of scientists/ doctors— there are four timepieces, each representing an era upon our planet; earth, which is distant but sacred— these four time pieces each depart their given “docs” in time to appear on earth at specific

Fuck this is hard to explain

Times in history, at which the first worlds, or previous human eras were known to have been destroyed— these time pieces travel through time space with the full record of these events in order to alert the current human era of its imminent doom, as an attempt to prevent such disasterous events, typically war, which will lead to the annihilation of the human species; these Gods, one male and one female, a king and queen, a married couple are the rules of the humankind, technically worshiped as a whole as one God, with whom the human design was modeled after, however, the true source of all things is the cosmos, known and unknown, in its totality—neither man or woman, but the force of creation.

Anyway, what else is happening

Oh.

All of the celebrities are stuck in—

[the festival project] in some way, shape, or form until its creator finishes it—and though it in itself is infinite, its 'finishing' notates its eventual production, which

lol. That is never going to happen.

Because.

Let's face it.

I'm scared of

…rich people.

Yeah, sure. Yeah.

I'm scared of

The effect of the race war, which has been to pit the white woman against the black woman, which allows and maintains the continuation of war mongering male dominance over the entire planet, which remains as a destructive force of greed, racism, and inequality.

So why try

“Trying Is Doing”

-The Isms

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

No sympathy

For the empath, either

It smells of either

Mescaline, or ether

It's just a dream, I mean

I don't need referrals to therapy

Serenity and peace

Is all I'm screaming for

The the fourth wall's broken

The worlds up in arms

I pretend to hold him in my arms,

As I nod off,

I forgot to block the thought watchers

Got my VPN on, but

An EMP is what we need

To get the NPCs off

Fuck then all, then

Turn my phone off, tune out

Or just doze off

I need at lease a dose of Stone,

You know,

But won't bother

It's awful/awesome

I didn't wanna write it all,

At all, but I got to

Cause I been moving up

Like the Jefferson's in Chicago

Or was that New York?

Imm unsure,

Puzzles, importance and crosswords

I can't run on no water and pasta

So I'm awkward a short-stop

Or stoped stored of breath, tripped over a cross a t the crosswalk,

For once I'm iconic,

The Beatles I'm all four of them

Need some soft porn,

Or a needle in side my arm

This dude is harming me

I need some fuckin armor from

The opposite of God

It's just obnoxious,

He won't stop fucking up my block

I guess nobody loves him

Not even his mom

Guess it's my son

It's just another song it sonnet,

If you're reading or watching it

It's the opposite of love,

Not hate,

It's poverty

Baby's all right Brooklyn

Pretty little palace of disaster

Pretty little patterns of —

Whatever

Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns

Shadows,

Hands that attach to the strings

Allowing them to dance into dreams

It seems these sacred places

Have been ravaged

And

I have not been running

But I don't have any money

Wise than that

It's less than zero

Negatives

I want to kill myself again

Honestly, I see a way out it just

Requires being tortured

By people coughing.

And motorcycles

I might have seen my son for the last time

At age five

It's finally warm outside

And everything's just

Reminding me

I'm struggling with poverty

Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here

Everything is wrong

I just want blonde hair,

Hurry up, God

Assist me with a suicide

I can take pride in

Not an attempt, but

The only success I'll ever have

At anything

At all

-El Al

Nothing moves the same

After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy

Or just a movie scene

I want to scream for needing to be needed

Then again

Could die just to be dead

Could go back

To just be blacklisted

Or a crackhead

Doing magic tricks

Pass

I couldn't have ever imagined

This fascination as of late

Or making trance

But anything can happen

With the light switches on and off

As the kite catches headwinds

Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute

That just grows out of his head,

But I wish it was a wig

Like Kristen

Pass

Yes.

Breathe deep into my lungs,

These scenes of things

So evil seeming, even to me

Lucidity becomes as dreamily

Eerie, intermittently meaningless,

And then suddenly,

However much later,

Maddeningly attractive,

As I am, in fact

Attached to this project

As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is

I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my

Moral standards and clasps with fabrications

Lay hands on me and see what happens!

—-okay…

“Okay”

Pass!

I asked to be a rockstar and showrunner

On the same blood soaked candles

I took blood oaths

Dancing in front of the fountain

At rockafeller plaza, to no applause,

Of course,

Drinking monsters nonstop,

Ontop of my skateboard

I came back late to Boston

And took a plane to Vegas early the next morning

But somewhere deep in my Google Drive or documents

Is me under a neon sign,

Which reads a name I resigned from saying

Until maybe I get signed

I hate him, but hey,

The name of the game is Mating Season,

And lately I've been craving eggs and

Mayonnaise instead of protein shakes and

Crayons

Wax on, wax off…

Pass, but that last sentence didn't make sense

It did.::

Oh,

Yes, it did.

Promise.

You do some stupid shit.

Okay, so I do stupid shit.

Believe me, you do some stupid shit.

Okay, I believe you.

Don't believe me when I tell you things like that.

What the fuck, Patrick, do you mean, even?

I mean what I mean, but usually just—

For me.

I am you, I thought.

Exactly: don't believe me.

Okay? I don't believe you…

Just—believe me. Believe me.

Oh dang. So there really is no “Jimmy Fallon”

No, there isn't it's just—

Poor little Jimmy Fallon…

What if—

There is no “if”.

Nobody has to ‘agree' to this project

Sign the terms of agreement

For what.

You'll see..

stupid little bitch.

*squints*

What did you just say.

(Walking away, mumbling)

Nothing!

Fucking idiot.

What did you just say?!

(Yelling)

I said you're a fucking idiot, Fallon! You're a fucking lDi0T:

Well, okay.

lol NBC is not gonna let this fly at all.

No, Jimmy, you cannot do this project.

Well, that's alright. I quit.

You can't quit. You have a contract.

I don't—I'm out of my contract:

On what grounds?!

Conflict of interest!

That's my say, isn't it?

Is it?

MORGUE.

I bought a network!

MY NAME IS—

MAaaa!!

WHATTTTTTT.

The show's on!

[A Cold Open]

L E G E N D S

{Enter The Multiverse}

Fuck this kid. I'm gonna kill him.

Kill what. Who.

FALLON. GET IN HERE.

Ah. [explitive]

[‘THE FALLON' gets ‘FALLONED' by ELLEN DEGENERES]

ELLEN

YES.

FINALLY, I'm in this bitch.

[And other members of ‘THE HOSTS COLLECTIVE', a high ranking team in the ILLUMINATI FOREFRONT]

Well, not in the way I'm sure you'd hoped, but.

Shutthefuckup!

Oh wait—is she

Is it “she”

Is she a lesbian?!

What's the “Illuminati”—

We'll get back to that later.

No! gross!

Portia Derossi!

Huh?

I want to be that pretty!

Well, okie.

MEANWHILE,

In my actual own age group…

I'm older than all these hosts, anyway!

Even Leno?

Isn't he dead already?!

Exactly!

EVEN STEVENS

[BEANS is now VEGAN]

Why is vegan capitalized.

Cause it's important.

Hey buddy!

Don't call me buddy. I'm edging on 40.

Time flies when you're—

Rapidly aging?

I brought you some bacon.

You what:

It's farm fresh!

Kooldjredalert

Lie to me

Try to sleep

(In my arms, won't you)

Try to keep the

Time with

My heart

Beat

(Heavenly)

I've been living in your world for just over a month, now.

I'm sorry, Fallon.

That must be awful.

Not too sorry—

Some of this stuff is good.

Just, priceless.

Wouldn't trade it for the world.

But I've hung my head in shame,

Cause I hung myself with gratitude,

Haven't you had enough?

If it makes any difference at all,

And I'm betting it does

All I wished for a wanted and prayed

Was for you to be happy

I buy burners with trackers

Put burn holes in sweaters

The summit at the plummet, pulling forwards

And backwards

I've four words for parlors,

For barbers and hatchets

I bury the four suns,

The moon arose after

I left an Oscar on your alter this morning

Never shall ye rest,

Haven't ever then,

Paid the tythe,

And for the while,

Immortal wife and lover,

Mother daughter,

Soon to call your name and number,

However,

The fall from the drop of polish,

Of course, oil marks upon canvases

Sickness and swells of my

Hands upon your corset

Could you collide with another?

Doubtful, to that,

So shall it must be

List, but never to utter

A mustard seed;

Ground, then unground—

As if planted,

Simple,

As the seed of laughter

So then, would you

By the turn of the hour,

return to the one had you called

Lover,

A curse upon the

Coerced and responsible

A blonde,

But worse,

A pretty one

For never after happens out of nowhere

Now,

Dissociate,

Before I dissipate of

Loneliness

Hark,

The door opens for one,

A bold soldier to come,

Listen lover,

The stone has been

Suspended, by the mirror

In terror

Alarmed,

Cool you are now

Calm, however

Not abound to be lie

Or below

Bound by blood

There you are

In excelsior,

Predecessor

What would you want that for—

The camera obscured;

Why,

If only,

To look upon you

Plastered and enlarged

As you are

Endangered in my imagination

A dangerous and strange,

Dangling addiction

Fascination, now

With power,

And prowess

Come now,

The midnight hour is upon us

[his body hung from the rafters above the studio, just one lamp left aglow—and then suddenly I had awakened, his body still and resting, sleeping quietly—although the hanged man burned into my mind; I left him quietly as I could in the loft and sat with nothing in my mind at all at the canvas, brush in hand, as if I were to draw something—but could not. It was almost as if I was frozen, or even perhaps the canvas were instead a mirror, and I the painting —though I could not know. My dearest Patrick was a broken man, and I his broken lover—the both of us an atrocity at all in shambles—I wept inwardly but not outward, as not to wake him as my tears often did, even from a deep sleep. The sun was far from rising, and though I had barely slept at all, I felt I would never sleep again—I fell at my tilted alter as the sun rose, in prayer and devastation; What had I done?]

—Esha's Memoirs, the journals from The Altar

You know what, kid—

You've got something.

I don't know what it is,

But it's something.

Kid? Aren't we like, the same age?

No.

I'll tell you what I've got

I've got a seven year old kid I haven't seen in two years;

I've got a sink full of dishes

I've got credit card debt and school loans

I've got racist neighbors,

An ex husband who swears he never hit me

With a brand new baby

I've got

Extreme back pain

I've got a body only God could ever love

And I've got something like

10,000 pages or more

Of stuff I barely remember writing

Just sitting in the Google algorithm

Pushing me closer and closer to suicide

Every single day

I've got

Sexual fantasies about celebrities for no given reason at all.

I've got

800 songs that are just words

I've got books I want to read just— sitting there

And I've got this pain

That just sits inside my soul

That never goes away, ever

I've got something, alright.

I've got something, sure

But when it comes to money

I got a dollar

One fucking dollar

And you know what I call that?

-Useless.

She's dead, isn't she?

You guessed it.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

What you always do.

What is that?

What is that?

Swear of the palm d ore

I Cannes,

Atop the Eiffel

You are the river that crosses my eye,

The scar across my heart,

The Eye, is

All we are

And all is one;

One is all,

And All are One

Well, I'm quite nervous.

Don't be nervous, at all, Johnny. Relax.

Another John—my first, in fact.

Indeed,

I was once relentlessly obsessed

With Johnny Depp

Infatuated, if you will

Whatever you want to call it.

Of course,

For a teenaged girl, however

This sort of obsession was somewhat normal

Somewhat.

I had always wanted to star in movies—

So much so that I began to write them.

I was about 7, maybe 8 when the stories in my headed started to form as narratives—

Not just stories, but words

Characters and conversations—

Plots.

I should leave this poor Fallon boy alone.

Some darkness inside of me wants him;

That thing that doesn't quiet, nor does it want,

Anything but what it wants—

And it is,

Darkness-m—

That thing that lives inside of me and what is does;

The thing it calls love, and calls our for

The something in someone that rises it up

From wherever it dwells,

Deep in my soul, and into my hear,

Into my thoughts,

It haunts all that I must and mustn't

Ponder upon

A woman's cause,

And a murderer of sorts,

The ugly swan , who dances on ponds,

Laying one one, but all of precious stones,

The egg,

The coveted stones of trust,

And wander,

Listing upon that which it feeds,

Not only the bod,

But its motor,

It's mind,

A hearty philosopher,

And willful warrior,

Of wit,

And of talent,

The strength of

Astonishment

A power above all,

A blindness of fate;

Judged by all

The spectacular amongst us

The famed and the damned,

Acquitted of warmth and dutiful,

Exquisite in awe

A rarity.

—The Fame Files.

V.O.

Coming to terms with one's death is always peaceful.

All harm caused will be returned by he/she who causes it or acts in such a way as to inflict pain and hostility towards peaceful persons.

Causing with intention psychological, physical, mental, or physical harm will result in the immediate karmic retaliation of such pain as inflicted on peaceful individuals; these acts of war will inhibit the actor from entering the transcendence, or developing expanded consciousness, gaining wealth, further material possessions–his own will is therefore weakened, and therefore unworthy of love himself, by the intent to cause one such pain as an act of violence or ill will. One's disruption of peace is thereby an act of cruelty, punishable beyond death–causing pain by intention to another individual in the attempt of control or manipulation, intrusion, and abuse is therefore against the laws by which the ascended abide by, and therefore cannot and will not exist beyond the ill fate of its perpetrator.

Please leave me alone; I'm asking you nicely.

Alright, fine.

Where is it!

Where is what?

You know what.

What?

From the fountain.

It wasn't me! I don't have it.

And this, is why Jimmy Fallon is impenetrable.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

There is a place unlike any other

That lives in your mind—

And in your heart

SIR JYRE!

MY LIEGE!

Where is C'esme't!?

I don't know…

Don't lie to me!

Why not? It's fun.

Is banishment fun?

Mine, or yours?

Where is she!?

[a slight gasp/beat]

…my dear nephew—

—we're not related—

—not by blood…

Where is C'esme't?

[he pauses for a moment, before turning away to pour a drink.]

You should sit.

I'm fine, thanks.

Drink?

[Petruthieo pauses for a moment, reflecting on the previous night's happenings.]

I don't drink.

(Aware of the happenings)

Maybe you should.

Where's my Queen?

—Is she yours?

I'll have you exiled.

No you won't.

I won't?

[sir jyre turns to produce a small golden charm, which swings, sparking at the end of a golden chain. Without hesitation, Petrutheo is immediately familiar.]

Where's she gone?

You'll either sit, or you'll drink if you really want to know.

Petrutheo sits, flushed and defeated.

I'll tell you—

What is it?

I am under strict confidentiality enforcements.

How exactly strict

She'll kill me—-and you.

Gían comes running into the room, flustered.

Where is she?!

—and him.

Ellis Delta and CloudOne join forces to create the yin-yang supergroup, combining mellow EmoTrap melodies with the collisions of acid rock, punk, the house and indie rock, a classic twist on the LSdreamy Acid grooves of the 60's and beyond. The

Um,

Hello?

Hey it's your boss

Nah! Fuck that shit!

Can you come in?

Imm like “how long”

He's like

“All day”

I'm like

“Nah fuck that shit”

I need the pay thoufh

Jesus made me

I'm like

“Fuck, I hate this place”

My boss is like

“Can you stay late?”

I'm like

Ah he'll no,

Fuck this place

THE KITE HAS CHANGED

WHY IS IT SILVER NOW?!

I don't KNOW

AHHHH, man!

Can she see me?

Yes.

Ah fuck, I hope not.

Ok. I think I got the demon out.

How'd you do that?

I called her

You won't understand this but

YESHUA.

Jesus Christ!

WHAT?

Hello?

Delta - This is a Greek letter shaped like a triangle which symbolizes change in calculus. It has become a favorite word to use in naming things for the occult elite. Delta teams are 4 person assassination teams which usually are secret teams. Delta Forces is an elite unit that operates under the Joint chiefs of staff that is made up of highly trained total mind-controlled slaves. Delta models are slaves whose sole purpose is assassination. Delta alters are alters within an Illuminati alter system which are programmed to be assassins. These alters are often some of the deepest in a system and in a Genie bottle or with Umbrella programming.

lol Jesus is so mad.

Seriously, though

THIS IS CRAZY.

Damn.

Hey, wait,

Ya'll are about to get fuckkt up.

Tru

Oven roasted beet and kale salad with garlic batatas and

“Ya'll fucked up.”

ANNIE!!!!

WHAT, GODDAMMIT, WHAT?!?

ARE YOU FINISHED WITH THE—

I'M WORKING ON IT—Jesus fucking Christ.

What in the ever living fuck was I just doing, anyway.

SUPAC is trying to figure out why

*rubs eyes*

FUCK.

What.

I'm still Anne Hathaway.

WHAT IS GOING ON.

Woah! Woah!

OK.

Mooooooooo

Please explain to me why

You're listening to your own artwork

As if you've never heard it before!

Oh.

Because I've never heard it before.

excuse me, didn't you write this?

[The Festival Project]

Presumably.

It was the hardest and worst fast of any of them, with no use in trying to explain how time itself had been so unrecognizably shifted, that I actually may have solved and age old question, if not only unlocked by the sheer luck of my heritage and genetics; I had unlocked truth and light, and within my own divine eye, the consciousness of Christ.

Christ had become somewhat indifferent if not inhuman in his own martyrdom and sacrifice; his own humanity often jilted by the drastic space between higher consciousness and the lower realms from which we find ourselves ascended from; the ancient land, and now in Holy War; with peace emerging only forcefully however frequently within my own minds eye, the diamond of the Goddess of its own source light.

There were then, upon returning, words without words;

Fear beyond fear and

Greatness beyond greatness

In everything and all that I had come to know in this journey;

Some left to unremember in the shame and fury in learning of the true evils, the wickedness of man, and the new era which has come upon us to regain light long ago lost, to a God not born of woman nor man, but of serpents.

2. Words I would never wish to speak had been altered, uttered to me within the grasp of death itself at the hands of none other than that which wishes to taunt and beguile my name;

That such is, has none at all, for I am all you are and so, you are also given my name, in Love.

Amen

—have you decided whether or not today is going to be a sunny day, or a rainy day yet?

No, not yet.

The teacher, through space and time.

A writer's journey.

Call me over, sweet child,

And I'll tell you all about it

I'm higher than a kite

I'm a bird,

I'm a plane,

Still flying

RIP, that 88 lady

The second Bette in my collection

Or shall we make it

I like slap stick

So let's slap dicks—

Get it?

Hehe

https://current.withgoogle.com/the-current/white-supremacy/.

I told you today was a rest day

“ARREST DAY”

get it?

Ahaha.

White collar,

Blue tie

What now bitch?

Why are you hiding in silence?

Another terrorist attack.

That's twice since the turn of the season.

Your orders, sir?

Blow them all off the map.

That shit ripped through my heart;

Like salt on a bleeding wound

Put me on my feet and ready to strike back—

As if my attacker were still there, abiding over me,

But of course,

Just like any weak man—

He had attacked, and the retreated,

Vanished into the night,

Leaving me panicked and out of my mind in such writhing pain

That God itself had solemnly sworn,

A karmic death, to the attacker

To that he who would cause such a pain

To one else

Would do so to his own

Mother,

To his own sister

And to one's own daughter,

And therefore deserved

No less than the death that he so feared,

As any weak man does fear,

Death,

And just wish it so upon himself as to disturb the sacred peace and rest of others, amonsgat him who do him no harm,

Nor do wish him so,

Until it is that he has proven himself

Unworthy, by fate of having harmed another,

Instilling fear and unrest by undo force;

And so he shall remain dead,

Without the love or light he seeks

Through the facade of wealth,

A poison unto himself,

And also others

You see how that works out?

The counter curse works.

—so the enemy scares you into submission.

They've infiltrated entirely, sir.

Their strength is in numbers.

Shhh.

It's going to be okay.

It is not okay.

—I'm not okay.

You're okay.

Are you ready to die?

Haven't I already?

If you think that—

I think a lot—

You know, I've got a thing for you.

He took a face from the ancient gallery, and he walked on down the hall.

Why this one?

I thought you wouldn't remember me.

I don't want to—

So much trouble in this mess.

You haven't even seen what I can do yet.

What can you do.

You went backwards.

Wasn't I supposed to.

Fast forward.

How long?

Past—

Passed.

Sir.

This massive wave in immigration is an imminent threat to our homeland security.

Whether you want to believe it or not,

We've been breeched by masses of individuals of several countries

Who consider the United States

As hostile enemies .

Therefore, the most hostile threat lies

Within our own walls,

Therefore, nothing and no one is safe

They used the funny man as a puppet;

But funny it wasn't

The homeland was attacked

And the Love went up in

Teradactles, imbicles,

Isiocracy and syncopated

synhronistic

Synthetic attacks

On ancient lands,

Retacted

Sand on mirrors

Sampson, samples

Stratocaster,

The fans of the puppet man

The puppy and the phantom

The pocket fences and golden haired everything

The American Dream and the amethyst

Manifest a man better than

Half of the eye opened,

A model wanted,

A can opener,

Bad pasta

Stop walking my

Dogs for me and

Keep serving up

Shit on a stick

Rather than sidewalks,

Stop talking

Choke on your own cock, for once

Coke bottle figured

All I want is a

Shut the fuck up

Hellicopter to the suburbs

Cause god knows

The town car

Just gets stopped

And seraeched

Once a month

Like we're crossing the border

Instead of our old Irish catholic hearts

Where's the drama?

So far, just a piñata sugar rush

A brand new

Strap on and sacrament

Sands on Adam's

Storm story,

Informant or Glory imposter

You want the God body

Bloody, soon stop the

First car from running up a hill

At the lions paw auction

I thought of your first

Just to throw you

Off the

I'm tired,

But I got up atm five at night

With a lift still in my heart,

Sir

All for a glass of water

They convict trump for the pornstar

But not for the plot of

What the fuck you've been dying to watch

SUPACREE

I'll run for president

TRMP

STOP HER.

Straight murder on A God in Utah

You want some culture?

Sure

Shove it up your ass

Like you're []'s

Prostitute

Power to the peephole

Turns out dad

Is just a fact finder

Wind her up

Reminder

Of black eye liner

Cults

And lads up ladder

Shattered her amethyst

Fractured her analysis

Splatter

It's all cake batter and half hatter monsters

Start your start up, fucker

The price of water goes up

Cause you don't wanna work here!

So here come the anarchists from—

Fuck

Look how hard it is to pronounce some of this stuff,

Matt Lowry!

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

Now my days are shattered

My heart is scattered

Around down,

Fowl feathers of the night owl

Dancing in my head

In given nightgowns

Right now

Put the candle out

Put the light on

Every night,

I'm gone

Wandering around

In the eye of the camera,

My orb

Falcon turned to black panther

I prance around in a dance robe

Like a disaster

Put it out there,

Just so I can't go back

Pass the cake

Pass the butter

Pass the late night hatred

Pass away the day praying

For the faithless

And their fake friends, but

I digress

Once the cameras are rolling

A job's to be done

For the funny men of us

Are undercover

Dressing up the dead

And most disgusting sinister

The winded wonder bread apostles

I am a robot god

I am born again in acid rain

Something changed me

Here's to the late night

I hope he hates me

—I hope I'm right, at least

I hate being right—

But I'm always right.

Right hand over my bathroom counter

Stacked up attacks on the Muslims

But I love em

Or I want to

Hot tub

The doctor

Don't worry, loser

Viewerships down to two downloads

According to the numbers

My demographic is faggots and players of forenig

I have a habit for magic

Addiction to alphas,

You know?

I'm a God

I'm a robot

I was washed in the acid rain

—-

Take the back of my neck like an animal

Yes sir

Put my hair in your hands

Pull me back,

Like an animal

Up the ante

Up in the air is my ass

In a past life

I had to have you

Now I stand I higher grounds

I'm higher now

Coming up next

A deeper addiction

Coming up next

A deeper dicking

John Wiccan

Coming up next

Change the channel, coming over

Move em up

The winners circle

Then move over.

I lit a candle for another lover

A real one ,

With a body and mind

The tide of my soul wants to know you

Behold, way below deck

Deep dick

Imm in deep shit now

Way below the belt

Blow all my hole on the dope fiend

Do you want to know me

A piñata full of chocolate

Ive got a new list

And you're not on it

Aagain with this

Again with the

What's in my head

It's a letter said

Never forget this

Forget this

Forget this

Tell me how to be like this

To get a man like that

To get a real deep dick

That's way below deck

I should settle for less

Just to get my head better

Some medical man

Or some meth

Just to finish this project

I could protect a protector with holes in his pockets,

The proctor

The trophy,

Two daughters

And another one

Here's goes the show

I'm way too old for this

I just need one good Fred Again

Who knows how to hide he's a man

But conspired

Admirers,

You know what it is?

A deep dick, man

Way, below deck

Way below the belt

Get ahold of him

Ring the phone again

I been calling on Collin

Coleen is more polished

It's brother sister sameness,

Same mess for the colonizer

White on white is

Right on right

I'm just behind you

Way under the bridge

Belt around my head to make it better

I'll see you in heaven

Out of Manhattan

Where trash is the precipice

Never better

Bodies in perfection

Where it went

And where it goes again

I'll see you then

So apparently—

Shh

Wrong document

great! Now we gotta figure out why apparently—

[JENNIFER ANNISTON has a vendetta against JIMMY FALLON]

What. For WHAT?!

Idk, what did you do to this bitch?

What did I say?!

What did you do?!

JENNIFER ANNISTON

I'm not finished with you, yet!

WHAT?

I don't know.

Apparently,

Goddammit.

Wait.

What.

So he's a genius, right?

Yeah, I guess.

Which means he's like—socially inept in some kind of way….

Yeah!

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

Flashback:

Like: the 90's, or whatever.

…are you turning me down?

Wait. So I just shapeshifted into J-Lo

Before.

Hello.

hello:

Yeah. We could have done it.

Ew.

But we didn't.

Ew.

I mean:

Cut back to:

Nobody turns me down! Not even me!

Alright.

There's something off about that dude.

Maybe he's gay…

Hm.

He not gay.

He very not gay.

Hm.

See, I knew it. He's a good guy!

[REDACTED]

He's a MONSTER!

He's an ANIMAL.

WOOOOOOOOOOF .

Oh man, that guy is a

WOOF. I'm a DOG.

Skrillex?

I'm a dog

Heeeeeeeeeeee

Baby

Heeeeeeeeee

Damn, this fools got a whole list of celebrity ass bitches

—a list celebrity.

CUT BACK TO

I'M SUPER HOT.

Hmhm. I know.

Listen.

Okay, Jennifer Aniston.

Are you trying to fuck Jimmy Fallon?!

NO!

Okay, good.

God no.

That's—

Wait, why NOT?!

—I need way more than a million dollars.

I knew it! It's about the money.

It's actually not about the money.

Wait, no, it's not?

No.

…then what is it?

Yo.

Okay, so

Everybody likes his genetics.

And I mean like

FUCK IT, I WANT HIM.

This one. I want this one!

Right here.

ICE CREAM. GET YOUR ICE CREAM.

Okay, imm not supposed to tell you this but—

What.

I'm—

JOHNNY CARSON

LOOK AT ME.

Ah, well, alright

TAG, YOURE IT.

DAMN, you're good.

Okay, I'm stoned.

Damn. I got a boner.

Cool.

JLO

look at me .

I see you.

You do see me. You know why?

…yes.

I am a-list.

I get that.

That's priority level ho status.

Uhhh—-

Ben affleck.

That's real?!

Some other guy—

This guy.

Wait,

But that Fallon motherfucker?!

[Redacted]

He turned me down!

Hey, so, uh—

No thanks.

WHAT.

*shrugs.

*

BITCH.

Look, okay, I'm not touching this.

Why NOT,

His WIFE is CUTE.

Dawwwe.

Gangsta.

Oh, no, you know what?!

What?

You're gonna write this—

And you're gonna like it.

Pass.

PASS?!

Yes. I am not going to attack Fallon.

ATTACK.

THINK OF THE KIDZZZZZZ.

That is a nice midlife crisis.

Yikes.

Aaaaaahhh. Wow.

What happened.

I shifted Fallon.

And then wa—

I think I died.

I'm dying. I'm dying.

You're probably right.

My right to write this

Is your right to remain a public figure

For this cyclical fan fiction

I suck dicks for a living

And inhale tlevision

Schizophrenic sickness

Illuminati, predictive

Programmings

I'm so spamming

These hoes

Hoping I slit writsts

(Only my own though)

So

Most of the late night guys are

Conviniently enough Irish

In some way or another

Probably because

Predictive programming targets the demographic of

Somewhat

You know what?!

Nevermind, I'm not writing this.

I get it though.

I think they're hiding something.

Are you sure he's not even just a little Asian.

Positive.

Or like, adopted.

No.

Are you sure?

I mean, for the the most part—

They would never allow a—

I mean—

Just water it down host by host,

Until the racists are too old

To care who replaces him.

Shiny.

He is shiny.

Yeah, um—

Let's just face it;

Either this dude

Is the most perfect man ever

Or he's secretly getting laid every week.

What's so secret about

None of these things.

[redacted]

Look, there's nothing protecting me from a malicious system, there's nothing protecting you from me writing about you;

But hey, at least I'm staying away from The Rock

For my own sake

This equinox doesn't even have fucking free weights

What the fuck!

I need a break,

What does that mean?

The entertainment industry's been

Using me for years

At some point realizing

My infinite creativity

Comes from my

Inability to have

Actually

Every really been

Loved

So.

So.

No love, then.

Seems like it.

What about these?

Look. I like WHITE DUDES.

WHIIIIIIITE.

Not brown

Not black

Not slanted

Not Asian, really?

UGH.

The only reason—

—well, not the only reason—

I even hated him in the first place is because he

WAS so attractive

He's breaking 4th wall! Again!

Quit breaking character!

I am.

Stop it.

Fuck you, Fallon.

—that he just seemed like a douchebag.

—is a douchbag!

Always trust your gut.

There's nothing—and I mean NOTHING that would make me pull up an episode of SNL with fucking FALLON in it.

FUCKING FALLON!

GODDAMMIT,

Dude, let's just think back to a time before

OOH. COLORS.

THE COLORS.

OH.

FUCK.

Yo dude.

Fallon just kind of—

Was everywhere for awhile, wasn't he?

Yeah..:

Yeah.

For like, no reason.

No reason at all.

Yeah. He was just

Everywhere I went

Everything I saw

On everywhere I was

GODDAMMIT,

For like FIVE YEARS, bro.

That's nuts.

This is nuts.

This is famous.

W

What.

How did he get that famous?

Let me in.

No,

LET ME IN.

NO.

LET ME OUT.

Can't.

LET ME OUT OR I'll KILL YOU.

Kill me. I don't care.

What:

I think I scared that man.

He had a knife to my throat, and I thought I was done for; I might as well have been.

I was homeless, penniless, trapped in North Carolina with nothing at all, no phone, and nobody at all that knew where I was.

Nobody at all.

I looked him in the eye,

Dead on

And I told him

“Just do it.”

Now tell me again what's wrong with me.

I—

Right.

Stay in your lane. Wear your little blue fucking suit, your dress shoes, smile for the camera—

And shut the fuck up.

Cause if anybody's gonna kill me—

It's gonna be me.

N sync, it's gonna be me.

GODDAMMIT JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE. NOT NOW.

Why not

WE'RE HAVING A MOMENT

No, we are not.

Take it away, boys.

So you wouldn't date—

After Britney, bro?

Awhs.

Even if he wasn't married, I was too young for him—but not really—

Something in me met in the middle and collided for my attribution to mora decency as if it were anything more than a plot line bustling in my head; and even that was arousing—Patrick and Esha were lovers, so passionate an star crossed that it was hard not to imagine them as I had first saw them//as us, but in a different world, a different lifetime; a love drawn so shaken with a kiss that shattered me, with visions of grief ingrained in my mortal being, and though somewhere he, this Fallon had captured my heart, these were all just actors, mere players upon a stage in which I had no business being on, or searching for; the whole world was in my head.

Fuck it, I'm useless. I'm going go back to being useless, then.

An idling motif at the end of the block reminded me, I would never be safe or loved again. This was the end of days, and the end of my days, and I only hoped to one day soon be relieved of life itself…

[Tales of a Superstar DJ]

Once Prosperous to throw the stone asunder

Glisten whispers of water

Tears of all tears

Of time to the altar,

For follow for fellow–

A felon of antigone,

Grace, with shed a tattered tail

o flew with feathered Phonix hath feared, forshadowed not,

agreed upon, Hoever was, the velvet woven path of us,

So honored in her fortress

of the trees

electromagnetisim

robot - mitzvah

-31.

[As Seen on TV]

Stage 9 - Married with Children, I thnk

synonyms - a- side

antonyms - (B-side)

whoever

Lentiles

Anaheim Peppers

Beets

“Neo House”

For what a withered want would call

An honor fortunes fure,

gloridied wherein in shadows ast upo flfetions the recate encantment

foreward come the

One who waits

Believing darkness his fate

Thank you God,
I love you

-Blū.

DANE COOK Arrives RIGHT ON TIME

WTF is THIS.

AGAIN.

Oh–NO.

AM I IN A MOVIE?

Ahem…

Amen.

ILLUMMIIINNAAAAAATTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

(lol)

JOHNNY DEPP

I had the most terrible dream this morning

HEWEY LEWIS

(reading the news)

What was it?

[LEWIS + CLARK]

[copy + paste]

JOHNNY DEPP (CONT'D)

I was just

HEWEY LEWIS

?

JOHNNY DEPP

–very– briefly–

HEWEY LEWIS

Spit it out.

JOHNNY DEPP

Sober.

[beat]

HEWEY LEWIS

Is that it?

JOHNNY DEPP

(shrugging, wide-eyed)

**face **

Look kid, shit or get off the pot!

Not on purpose…

But with

(always with)

GOD

You know why I love mormons?

Cause the fake straight marriages in the alligience of procreation.

That's it.

That's amazing, though.

To be entirely homosexual–and still marry a member of the opposite sex

Just to have kids!

WHAT?

That's incredible.

[The TV People]

Katherine Learns of PAt's indedelity and stays quiet about it; She then seduces Paul Peters, and later admits this to Patrick out of guilt. Patrick then uses his pull within the network to have Pau drugged during a large banquet, forcing him to retire to his suite at the hotel early–Patrick then seduces his wife, Linda. Upon leaving the tryst, then run into Paul and Linda's 30-year-old daighter–Linda hurriedly covers for their being seen together, and Patrick uses this as a means to unassumingly seduce her daughter approaching her after the banquet and romancing her quietly, after which his seduction of her is successful, she mentions that her younger sister has always been a huge fan of his, and that she'll be iin town for the weekend–he then uses this information to seduce her younger sister, allowing the older of the two daughters to find out–they begin arguing, and as Linda passes by she overhears the two arguing, angry with Patrick for having decieved her and seducing all three women in the family–Humiliated, She lashes out at Patrick by outinng her daughters to her husband; Confused and realizing that his sudden illness at the banquet was probabl caused by Patrick all along, he begins to panic, going into an acute cardiac arrest and clutching his chest in pain as the result of this quite literal heart attack; He realizes that her obvious anger at the suface is due to the hidden truth that she, too, has been seduced by Patrick; He loses conciousness, and is rushed away to the hospital, his daighters and wife still bickering, but rescued at the very last moment by his youngest, his son Jasper.

Later, Patrick visits him in the hospital with ample blackmail and an agreeement, which includes his resignation letter from the company, as a forfiture of his association with The Network, and numerous non-disclosures. He agrees, realizing Patrick's power and pull within The Network is a threat to his life, and family.

Patrick's remaining love and trust for Katherine diminishes, and his affairs become less meaningless, as he begins seeking bonds and partnerships outside of his marriage, however maintaining his composure, and even accepting Katherin's pleas for forgiveness.

Nobody wants to touch this project.

–well, wy not?

Because, she's dangerous!

–there's blood all over this!

–it's cursed blood.

the oath

(that guy, from 30 rock)

Jay something– i think

(he plays josh)

I'll write it.

The omen.

the sacrifice.

It's over.

Don't do this, Jim

I have to!

It's my only way out of this.

You have my eyes on. Why

Because.

I probably like them, or something.

That's my song.

And that's my son.

All my crosses

John

Paul

“For The Birds”

30

____

What happened?

IT just turned off

Turn it ON.

We can't!

Jesus took the wheel.

On all m crosses

On all my stars

On all my curses

On all my Gods

Erase M Hexes

Remove My Bonds

Return my Love

Protect My Rick

-The God of the Rck.

-The Walk from The Plaza

A Novel

It was a long walk back to Boston

Buut the long journey

Had just begun

[This is The Hook]

I'm dead.

Well, i'm a monster.

THE LITTLE BLUE

BOOK OF SHADOWS, I

I am PEACE

I am LOVE

‘The Pentacles”

by

The Ace of Wands

Contrary to its name, this ritual, dressed as a pelll, adresses to reverse to debilitating effects of a malpracticians curse of black magic, witchcraft, altered Shamanism (to kill or harm rather than to heal), Voodoo, Hexes, Curses, bindings, demonology and Chaos MAgic, or ay magic and or magick with ill intentioned power harmful to the enchaned which may damage them for any given cause with negative effects, or intention.

This ritual uses 9 Candles, and is meant to reverse all toxic presenses, repel vilont and putried energies and/or enemies, vanish demons and negative or unwanted lower vibrational energies and dimisih the sender of all harmful intentions of his or her will to hurt, creae gain from the persecution of his or her target, enemy, or subjet, stripping the attacker or abuser of ther power to create, alter or perform all magical tasks, enter higher realms of consiousness, or to make or create energetic bonds, essentially stripping this person (the attacker or abuser) o their ability to further practive any skill or artform within the occult sciences or magical realms; Therefore expelling this evil from any of its intended pathways, and returning it t it's sender, the attacker r abuseer, dismantling the intentions set by the malpracticioner of such, for the harm placed onto its target to amplify, not in retalalitation, however, but as a reflection and concloerate of energy as it will continue to grow in it's path back to the original sender, therefore the ill intention, pain, and or death caused by the misuse or malpractition of such magic immorally or otherwise.

This ritual restores it's practitione' ability and will to love beyond boundary, bondage, or servitude within any and all realms, and will remder the original attacker, abuser, or enemy thereby unamee , out of focus, and bonded eternally to the mortal realms; Immortality becomes hereby unattainable, and this evil energy is therefore never to be recycled. All posessions, beings, and objects encanted with this evil spirit or energy are then returned to their normal state.

ENLIGHTENMENT

All demons used to carry out specific tasks and demolisions within the attacker's amnifestation of evil intention are therefore destroyed; All energies used to dismantle and harm can no longer remain intact, and any residual energy amplified may only hurt, harm, or kill the original attacker.

This ritual need not be repeated, as it is set with intention in the assertation of positivity and higher coniousness, to ward off all evil, whether magical or sociao-ppolitical, humanitarian, or otherwise–the intentional creation of harm or heard to another by deadly or harmful force returnsto the attacker, the amplification imminent, not amplified by the spell or ritual it'self, but the energy's velocity within the distance at which it must return to it's sender–the attacker, or abuser.

(The hatred and damage will richochet.)

Set your true and humble intentions with ink onto pape fold thrice, ad place in the center of your altar.

Seal a circle of protetion with your desired symbol or sigil for protection, or multiple of your choosing.

Carve your markers with positive, loving intentions.

Do not use negative energy to encant your markers or candles.

ENCANTMENT:

OPEN MY EYES SO THAT I MAY SEE YOU

OPEN MY MIND SO THAT I MAY KNOW YOU

OPEN MY HEART, SO THAT I BECOME YOU

LOVE RELEASE ME FROM ALL HARMFUL TIES THAT BIND

STO SEEK TRUTH

BEYOND LIGHT

SO THAT I MAY BECOME

AND RISE ABOVE

ALL THAT IS KNOWN

TO BEGIN AGAIn

WHICH YET UNKNOWN

AMEN

(AND SO I AM ;

SO MOTE IT BE,

AND SO IT IS

[EBCGABGN+TNEBT =]

I'mma just leave that there, but what I meant to say was

ENCHANTMENT

Which is the adult sequel to

ENCHANTED.

Which i'm pretty sure was Disney,

So idk how to get away with that at all.

TINA FEY

What's this space.

The blackbox.

nice .

Ca-ching!

I got my eye on you

(Ū)

My ion

You are in my eyes

You are in my light

You are in my life

The star that shines,

For a reason

recently

At any given time

Day or night

Rain or shine

[Protective Action Sequence Initiated]

I did NOT “OOPS” 3 times!

And I only purpled once!

LITTLE BLUE BOOK OF SHADOWS,

RItual II

“Provocotive Nonchalonce”

Lol “Nonchaloncé”

I love her so much.

This ritual/spell shields its castig agent with a seal of positive enlightenment, guarded by truth, tranquility, peace, and light–this rtua will remove any and all intended negative incantations, repels unwanted entitites, negativity, and evil spirits, and reverses any intention of harm, hatred, punishment, or intent to kill or control in any way its caster or practitioner. This frees the performer of the preformer of this ritual from harm, and places the vibration of the practiontioner above any harmful vibrational voids, disturbances toxicity, pain, foul play, and out of the reach o any and all of thosse who intent, which, think, gain value from, and;or speak, write, or percieve back liuck, ill will, inequality, unjust actions against, or the pollution of energy., take action toward intrusive thought, or psychick attack; This shielf also protets rom misuse of the given name, attack on the soi or spirit, and will dismantle thoghts, wods, and actions taken against the joyful and

wtf

PAIGE THE PAGE

wtf is this

KENNETH

LIZ LEMON

KENNETH put you up to this, didn't he?!

He didn't!

He didn't!

–peaceful, enjyable fufullment of one's hopes, dreams, positive energy, prpose, and dutie, with respect to its practitioner as a ritual protection, for great abundance in all things one wishes to achieve in waking life, and ties beyond the boundaries of all realms and dimensions, concious and unsoncious*

lol

Unconcious!

COME!

I'm guessing it's just

UNSONICIOUS.

[defintiion: soncially unpleasant, in some or any way]

Wow, the greeks again.

I guess.

–Consious and unconsious–

LEO DICAPRIO

MATT DAMON

[ENTER THROUGH THE EXIT]

{Enter The multiverse}

Welcome to New York!

lol

the entrance IS the exit

R e v o l v e r

We gotta get back there!

Yes.

But first

ALI

You must see this.

JET

You must to see this, to.

MATT DAMON goes to BELLA PIZZA in the small and desolate truck-stop interstate town of MESQUITE, NEVADA

PIZZA PORTAL

I went from DKNY

To BKNY

b2K can kills my

JZ

ENVY my IVY league

Sen PAI

SEND PIE

For this guy, please!

He just did

THinking to get

This high

Ride

This bike

Right to sleep

Try this

Cry-CyLCLE

Keep writing

–infinite, to reate an aura of sety withinon'e energetic field, at any given time.

Place your altar as such

NORTH

WEST EAST

SOUTH

FOR ALL THAT EXISTS WITHIN REACH OF MY EYES AND EARS

AND SO WITHIN,

LIES MY BODY AND SOUL, LET ONLY THERE BE PEACE, LOVE TRANQUIITY, RESPECT, HOPE, HAPINESS, JOY, AND GREAT STRENGTH,

SO THAT ALL I AM AND ALL I FIND IS BEAUTY,

ART, SUCCESS, ABUNDANCE, WEALTH, FAITH, HEALTH, AND LIGHT, SO THAT ALL THE WORLD IS TO BE GREATER MADE FROM MY PRESENCE,

WHICH WILL PASS INFINITEL THROUGHOUT ALL THAT I AM, ALL THAT I DO, AND ALL THAT I MAKE,
AND ALL THAT I BECOME,

A BEACON OF LOE AND LAUGTER,CREATION, AND EVOLUTION,

THROUGHOUT ALL PLACES I INHABIT, AND ALL THINGS WHICH INHABIT TO EXIST THROUGH ME.

AMEN

(So mote it be)

[and so it is done]

WITH THANKS,

I AM.

Synthetic kick bass

snare stick hit hard

963hz – 96.5hz

Apache –Fuck Boy

Got the whole

squad

doing

whoop-whoops

That's a good job,

But i fucked up

nah

Gotta be a

Rockstar

I'm a God,

God!

deng Miley,

What the fuck.

wurly (durly) piano.

Piano Chorch Chop2

Paradise.

Feel like i”m winning a race

ya !

I should go buy a race

car

pencil , no pen

I'll erase

ya

my niggaz is fighting a race

war

sorry !

(Not)

you started it

(hah)

I'll finish it

(brah

This ain't no nerf gun

I'll make you nervous on Broadway.

(NO!)

This is a one-way

Stay in your lane!

Ride the wave, like

SURFBOARD

SURFBOARD

This is my turf, hon

I'll ake you walk in a rain storm.

-31.

-31.

-31.

Stirl it up like I'm Bob Marley

Your curses can't hurt me!

They called me up

I'mma cat call you,

I'm Johnny Bravo

JOHNNY BRAVO

Oooohhh, Mama!

I'm

JOHNNY DEPP

I got laid

At the oscars.

Whats up.

311!

SURFBORD

-31!

Shut up (bitch)

Shut up (bitch

Shut up (bitch)

-31.

They calling me

JOhnny

Bravo

Bravo!

I got a whole show

On my oscars

They called me a

Shut up! (Bitch)

31

31.

YOU FUCKED RUSSEL BRAND?!

EVERYBOD FUCKED RUSSEL BRAND.

CUT TO :

BEFORE:

RUSSELL BRAND

Where is everyone?

Ū

:eyes

…I'm everyone…

RUSSELL BRAND

–Right!

:eyes

[beat]

So that I shall livevicaiously and victoriously in love through all great ones

Who come before me, so that I shall inspire those who come after,

In light, in loe, in art, in life, in music, in film, on stage, and off–to live and love wholly by the grace of all that be

[EXCERPT FROM]

[THE TV PEOPLE]

[It is pouring rain; PATRICK has been following ESHA around after work in her daily outings, though for quite some time, only now making himself known.]

PATRICK

…Esha…

ESHA

–Patrick?!

Did you follow me here?

PATRICK

Yes..

ESHA

Why?

PATRICK

Esha–

ESHA

(knowingly)

–Don't.

PATRICK (CONT'D)

I love you.

ESHA

Don't!

PATRICK

Well, I do.

ESHA

You know what, Patrick, stop it.

PATRICK

I can't.

ESHA

You can. You have to, actually,

goddammit –

Do you understand?

PATRICK

I don't understand, Esh…

ESHA

You are a bleeding heart.

PATRICK

–I'm a bleeding, bloody–

Everything—-everything....!

[He attempts to hold his wounded wrist against her own; she calmly but firmly removes his embrace, gripping him, before gently letting him go; his arms fall to his sides, freexing for a moment, then cluthing the collar of his partially open jacket; They are soaked.]

ESHA

That's not what I meant, Pat.

BOOM.

HEADSHOTS IN MY DMS

BUNK BED THOUGHTS

LIKE TWO AT A T-MS

FUCK YOU COUGHS,

STOP STEALING MY ™ s

THIS PHOTO THOT IS CONFUSED

AS THE DEMONS!

YOU JUST TRYNA BE ME

CAUSE YOU SEEN HIM

2 DROPS DOGBLOOD

LEAK IN MY DREAMIN

TOO MUC PROCESSED THOUHTS

IN HYA SCHEMIN

YOU'RE UNOROGINAL WORLD

IS JUST ME

AT THE EE-ND.

We are not alike

We are the same

I know nothing about you

But your name

Apparently, I'm famous

Now we made the game

And keep on playing.

Wtf.

Dtf?

Idk.

Ū?

lol

Kk.

rofl

CUT BACK TO

Lol wtf man

This is

THE LITTLE BLUE BOOK OF SHADOWS

like

In order.

Lol

Ok

[THE TV PEOPLE]

PATRICK

What do you mean?!

Stop speaking in metaphores!

You're like a–

ESHA

Like a what?

[beat]

PATRICK

(reflectively)

Like a puzzle.

I love puzzles.

–

PATRICK/

ESHA CONT'D

(Simultaneosly)

–you know that.

–I know that.

ESHA

Look, Pat. This has to stop!

PATRICK

It can't stop. It doesn't stop.

I'LL EXPOSE YOU ON OPRAH

TAKE YOUR WHOLE NOTEBOOK

ROLL, AND SMOKE ALL YOUR DOPE UP!

CLOSE UP ALL YOUR CHAKRAS

BEAT YOU, THEN CHOKE YA

EAT YOU ALL UP LIKE A FRUIT ROLL UP!

Jealosy

Could never be a friend to me

Vanity

Could never be the end of me

[The Enemy of my Enemy is Into Me;

The Enemy of my Enemy is–]

c o l o r s ft. C'cxell Soleïl

Continuum

Conundrum

Loop3r

[THE TV PEOPLE]

ESHA

It has to; for your own sake! Look at you, Pat.

PATRICK

Look at YOU!

ESHA

Me?

I'm a ery low rung on this very high ladder–you know that;

Or do you? Do you even realize how high up the ladder you are?

PATRICK

..Too high up .

ESHA

At the top!

PATRICK

–Not the top.

Almost…

ESHA

Exactly So why look so far below

when your ‘almost' i something

I can't even see?

Damn. This shit gets deep.

Yeah.

THE LITTLE BLUE BOOK OF SHADOWS,

RITUAL III

‘The Beholder of The Eye'

by

The Eye of the Beholder

rarity-

A track inspired as a sonic interpretation of each stage at EDC

As Seen on TV

Happy Accidents, Ū, c o l o r s, TBA

The Great Adventures of Uptown A

Uptown A

Project 3

Sunni Blu

-the kidd

-31.

INZO–

PATRICK

Would you believe me at all

If I told you that the ladder

Was on it's side?

ESHA

Now you're speaking in metaphores.

PATRICK

Well, solve this puzzle, then–

Where you are–I am.

I'm no above you, I'm beside you–

And if you look–not up,

But right,

You will see the top,

And everything in between

You'll see everything.

ESHA

Trust me–

PATRICK

–I do trust you.

ESHA (CON'T)

–I've seen enough.

PATRICK

Trust me–there's more.

[THE TV PEOPLE]

The questionable impulses and innate habits adding up to the lovable antics of a popular late night funny man land him in a seemingly downward spiral, and maybe even a whole new world of trouble.

Action, Comedy, Adventure, Fantasy

COPYRIGHT 2023, THE FESTIVAL PROJECT

COPYRIGHT 2024 THE COMPLEX COLLEVTIVE

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[JIMMY FALLON (F) prepares to shoot himself in his office.]

THE LITTLE BLUE BOOK OF SHADOWS

RITUAL IV

PROSPERITY

“A Call TO THe Candula”

By

The Keeper of The Keys

Infinite and expasive wealth, income, prosperity, success, and abundance in all dimensionand reals of existence for the practitioner of this rtual; Ensures and quick windfall of both expected and unexpected lump sums of money in large amounts and quantities. Opens foors for new opportunities and growth, and creates the wholeness of financies, security. Allows for growth and expanse in success, accomplishments od goals and endeavors, and grants access to skills and talents within ones gie feild of choice.

Find the Scene from Bobby where they trip LSD and end up naked to INITIALS from HAIR.

Cell phone tripod

Drea Catcher

Essential Oils

Mini Banana Breads

Mini Boxes

Tiny Mirrors

head to Head Neck and Neck

We Intertwined

THE LITTLE BLUE BOOK OF SHADOWS

RITUAL V

‘For Your Consideration'

By

The Academy

Immidiate recovery of all time, enery, and money lost–triple and quantiy all sums of–

Uh oh.

What happened.

SUPACREE and CHRISTOPHER WALKEN are BIRTHDAY TWINS