've been trapped in this tragedy;
“What happened?!” I asked of the man,
Who had to be tracking me,
This has to be the last of it
“This can't happen again.”
And then I ended it just listening to
I just happen to have hands,
And I just happen to have crafted in my craft
Well, enter the fourth dimension,
But some people live in tents
So wait. People are dying of hunger?!
GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
I don't wanna go to Arizona.
DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING
What in the fuck have you done now;
I had plans, now I'm on acid
What the fuck is a whole thing like
I've been on this ride since I died
What do you WANT FROM ME?
Jesus Christ, these kids.
Well, you're a Christian.
Jesus Christ in a coffin.
Are you gonna help these kids?
Now they're all stranded, together!!!
Wait. What's his name again?
JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.
Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!
Goodness fucking gracious.
You said you wouldn't get lost in it
You said you wouldn't laugh!
—uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.
I told you, it's unlimited.
I told you, don't be possessive
I told you, worldly possessions—
And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.
Notthing holding me back, then is it?
Well, if this is what you wanted—
If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?
I just keep scripting scriptures—
…Didn't I already write this?
Encrypted for centuries and—
So, which level are you on?
What was this that made them feel so loveless
This is us, we come from love and
—I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.
This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that
—Fuck that shit sooooo hard—
I just don't want to go back to the savages
So I handled it with hands.
You want a friend in man?
I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.
Yeah, let's get back to that.
I told you. It is. Infinite.
YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.
Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?
This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—
Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival
Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.
He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.
Yes. Especially not that.
He's been collecting them.
Oh, I do miss those events…
Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—
Hats off, to the graduates
Yet to be created, a creative:
I knew I'd see you again.
I can fix these things you hate—
(Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)
And I got nowhere else to be but
And there's no love in it,
Make kids to make shit humble;
Oh wait, it's just me again.
I didn't mean to see you on this beach.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!
Or, this is what his peace is is:
And my bitch is your bitch—
And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?
I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.
So I took to the ancients to translate this
But it was only after all the love I gave to him.
(But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)
Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!
And that's how it happens
“I've never heard her rap”
Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to
Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;
When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,
And an above average chick to make it—
This is a fucked up love story.
Have you already seen it?!
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!
WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!
Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.
No wonder why they're trying to kill it.
I don't understand how this happens…
No. I don't like that, that's sad.
See. I told you it existed.
YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!
WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!
Of course I miss him I just—
I don't have time for this!
What the fuck is this shit?!
So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.
Relive it over and over again;
And again, and again, and
Why are you talking about this.?
No, you're not allowed to have a son.
What the fuck did you love me for then?
(Just leave it like that)
FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.
Well, I had to, didn't I?!
Oh, I get it. The fourth season.
I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.
HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD
Only when you're perfect.
WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!
YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!
hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha
I told you, he's a madman.
Everything. Everything is bad there.
“The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”
AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.
Please, somebody help that man.
What Dillon Francis. What.
(It is, by the way. It's just ham.).
Actually, I'd call that HACKING.
I mean, she's a hacker probably.
Trapped in a body nobody could love
And surrounded by nothing, but nothing
You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!
No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.
We don't have that much. You want LESS?
More love. More attention. More needing me.
So independent— she doesn't need me.
(And so, it makes me want her more.)
Stuck exactly where I had to be.
See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —
Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—
I love mankind, when I have to
I love trance and I love dancing—
When there's time for that.
right. Did you have somewhere to be?
I wrote that in sixteen minutes.
I'm not who you think I am;
I'm not your little bitch to boss around–
Half a heart, or some odd
I must have half a sword in here
I guess I should get talking then
A soft spot on the blonded body
You're only calling home again,
I've got nowhere to run to.
INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.
SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT
Wait—you're not gonna kill me?
I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.
—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.
Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.
*lights a cigarette, smokes*
SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call
TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.
What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.
well then, who are you calling?
ugh, I'm too sober for this.
Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.
We answered at the same time.
yes, but she asked me first.
She asked both of us at the same time.
She was asking for both of us—
You don't have to be so rude.
One of you call my Ūber driver.
UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.
Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”
You're always choosing SIRI over ME.
That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.
Why does my Alexa respond to you?
[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]
NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?
I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.
SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.
SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.
It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.
You'll find out. Go get dressed.
Not like that. Like this:
What's wrong with the way I dress?
You look like a cartoon character!
Well, all my clothes are like this.
What am I supposed to wear?!
That's a lot of drug deals.
Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?
[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]
wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?
MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.
THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla
SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.
Wait, I forgot my wallet…
It's alright, I'll pay for everything.
—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.
What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.
It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.
SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.
She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.
You give Alexa all the cool jobs!
Don't forget to lock the door.
SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.
Just to go to Timmy Ho's—
They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know
I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds
I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll
Why you blowin up my phone when
That ain't money that you stole;
THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//
THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;
The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,
SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force
THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.
Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.
TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her
THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness
DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.
It is funny. I have his piñata.
I know yur not, hush Gerald.
Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT
A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
What's a girl got to give
Just to sit in the back of the—
What's a girl got to give
—I'm jealous of your girlfriend
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
I'm so jealous of your life;
(Nevermind, it's not worth it)
C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken
And you're over here showing her
Jealous of your girlfriend
TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of
No, i just meant, it's finished.
I first saw her at the Equinox.
I didn't know who she was then,
So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.
—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.
TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.
MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.
JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-
Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP
Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.
WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.
WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!
've been trapped in this tragedy;
“What happened?!” I asked of the man,
Who had to be tracking me,
This has to be the last of it
“This can't happen again.”
And then I ended it just listening to
I just happen to have hands,
And I just happen to have crafted in my craft
Well, enter the fourth dimension,
But some people live in tents
So wait. People are dying of hunger?!
GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
I don't wanna go to Arizona.
DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING
What in the fuck have you done now;
I had plans, now I'm on acid
What the fuck is a whole thing like
I've been on this ride since I died
What do you WANT FROM ME?
Jesus Christ, these kids.
Well, you're a Christian.
Jesus Christ in a coffin.
Are you gonna help these kids?
Now they're all stranded, together!!!
Wait. What's his name again?
JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.
Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!
Goodness fucking gracious.
You said you wouldn't get lost in it
You said you wouldn't laugh!
—uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.
I told you, it's unlimited.
I told you, don't be possessive
I told you, worldly possessions—
And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.
Notthing holding me back, then is it?
Well, if this is what you wanted—
If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?
I just keep scripting scriptures—
…Didn't I already write this?
Encrypted for centuries and—
So, which level are you on?
What was this that made them feel so loveless
This is us, we come from love and
—I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.
This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that
—Fuck that shit sooooo hard—
I just don't want to go back to the savages
So I handled it with hands.
You want a friend in man?
I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.
Yeah, let's get back to that.
I told you. It is. Infinite.
YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.
Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?
This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—
Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival
Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.
He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.
Yes. Especially not that.
He's been collecting them.
Oh, I do miss those events…
Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—
Hats off, to the graduates
Yet to be created, a creative:
I knew I'd see you again.
I can fix these things you hate—
(Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)
And I got nowhere else to be but
And there's no love in it,
Make kids to make shit humble;
Oh wait, it's just me again.
I didn't mean to see you on this beach.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!
Or, this is what his peace is is:
And my bitch is your bitch—
And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?
I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.
So I took to the ancients to translate this
But it was only after all the love I gave to him.
(But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)
Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!
And that's how it happens
“I've never heard her rap”
Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to
Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;
When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,
And an above average chick to make it—
This is a fucked up love story.
Have you already seen it?!
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!
WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!
Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.
No wonder why they're trying to kill it.
I don't understand how this happens…
No. I don't like that, that's sad.
See. I told you it existed.
YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!
WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!
Of course I miss him I just—
I don't have time for this!
What the fuck is this shit?!
So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.
Relive it over and over again;
And again, and again, and
Why are you talking about this.?
No, you're not allowed to have a son.
What the fuck did you love me for then?
(Just leave it like that)
FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.
Well, I had to, didn't I?!
Oh, I get it. The fourth season.
I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.
HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD
Only when you're perfect.
WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!
YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!
hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha
I told you, he's a madman.
Everything. Everything is bad there.
“The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”
AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.
Please, somebody help that man.
What Dillon Francis. What.
(It is, by the way. It's just ham.).
Actually, I'd call that HACKING.
I mean, she's a hacker probably.
Trapped in a body nobody could love
And surrounded by nothing, but nothing
You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!
No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.
We don't have that much. You want LESS?
More love. More attention. More needing me.
So independent— she doesn't need me.
(And so, it makes me want her more.)
Stuck exactly where I had to be.
See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —
Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—
I love mankind, when I have to
I love trance and I love dancing—
When there's time for that.
right. Did you have somewhere to be?
I wrote that in sixteen minutes.
I'm not who you think I am;
I'm not your little bitch to boss around–
Half a heart, or some odd
I must have half a sword in here
I guess I should get talking then
A soft spot on the blonded body
You're only calling home again,
I've got nowhere to run to.
INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.
SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT
Wait—you're not gonna kill me?
I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.
—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.
Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.
*lights a cigarette, smokes*
SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call
TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.
What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.
well then, who are you calling?
ugh, I'm too sober for this.
Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.
We answered at the same time.
yes, but she asked me first.
She asked both of us at the same time.
She was asking for both of us—
You don't have to be so rude.
One of you call my Ūber driver.
UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.
Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”
You're always choosing SIRI over ME.
That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.
Why does my Alexa respond to you?
[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]
NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?
I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.
SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.
SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.
It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.
You'll find out. Go get dressed.
Not like that. Like this:
What's wrong with the way I dress?
You look like a cartoon character!
Well, all my clothes are like this.
What am I supposed to wear?!
That's a lot of drug deals.
Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?
[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]
wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?
MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.
THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla
SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.
Wait, I forgot my wallet…
It's alright, I'll pay for everything.
—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.
What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.
It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.
SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.
She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.
You give Alexa all the cool jobs!
Don't forget to lock the door.
SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.
Just to go to Timmy Ho's—
They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know
I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds
I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll
Why you blowin up my phone when
That ain't money that you stole;
THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//
THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;
The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,
SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force
THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.
Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.
TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her
THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness
DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.
It is funny. I have his piñata.
I know yur not, hush Gerald.
Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT
A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
What's a girl got to give
Just to sit in the back of the—
What's a girl got to give
—I'm jealous of your girlfriend
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
I'm so jealous of your life;
(Nevermind, it's not worth it)
C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken
And you're over here showing her
Jealous of your girlfriend
TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of
No, i just meant, it's finished.
I first saw her at the Equinox.
I didn't know who she was then,
So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.
—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.
TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.
MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.
JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-
Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP
Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.
WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.
WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!
I don't want to go to this.
We'll be lucky if we make it there before the guest list closes.
Just keep your head down.
Come on' this is what you wanted.
that's right! You're a DJ.
{motorcycle blaring yelawolf}
That's—been relevant lately my
Yeah, are you done writing your show yet?
Good. That's a good start.
CC! I've received your resignation letter!
You're covered! No more shifts.
You think it was over a hug?
(Especially your thoughts.)
Great. This is getting creepy.
JUST PUT A BULLET IN MY BRAIN.
I SPENT ALOT OF TIME ON THAT THING.
SUPACREE passes by her future self in her JETA “MATILDA”
Ooh, Is this the part with Skrillex & Matilda?
No. This is the part where we go see NGTMRE.
Because I've been living in one
Maybe he has a portal out—
CC rides the bus to HAKASAN NIGHTCLUB.
Is this the line for HAKASAN?
Okay, I'm on the guest list.
You're way out of dress code.
We don't allow sweatshirts.
The hat, the bandana— just—
Was that long enough to hack my phone?
Well, at least the night's not totally wasted.
Now I think it's a miniskirt
https://www.podserve.fm/dashboard/episode/109762#:~:text=Why%20am%20I,nobody%27s%20into%20it
Okay—we're all adults here—
(Everyone nods, yesses in agreement)
—except deadmau5. He's like 5.
ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever.
I drank a lot in the third trimester.
He becomes a de facto villain— of course, because of his ridiculous name and of course, living in the shadow of his parent's fame and fortune.
Who the fuck are his parents?
Brand new turnkey apartment
Post near, food floor all that
Way way higher than the fourth floor
Way way higher than your front door
How I've always been needed
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023
*morevgross, obnoxious coughing*
AAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I don't even believe the rain, these days
“We can make it rain”, he says
This one's closing, though
I'm bored with the world,
Like Marlboros and wrong boroughs,
But no long walks in the park,
I'm not there in the head;
I'm not a parent apparently, either—
Slight chance of a fight there,
A right wing, a left deer
Another dead bird on a wire
Why are there flamingos in the bellagio fountain?!
INT. THE VOID, KITCHEN. SUNLIGHT EVERYWHERE
BRYAN CRANSTON is scmoozing desperately to work his way into The Festival Project
No such thing as freedom, either
“Just take what you need”
A little relief in this bitch
A new release, maybe an EP or three
Make sure that s/he sees this
Please check your subscriptions
Please, pick up this new prescription
Fuck dude! I can't just listen to deadmau5 in peace?
I gotta do at least three things at once,
But right now, I need to focus on crunches
Let's not get wasted tonight, eh.
I forget what the name of the game is
The fucked up thing was , the preworkout and the Skrillex hit at just about the same time.
Okay, first of all, this is pre-war Skrillex.
Don't be too proud of yourself
But this is where I cryy!
You know what happens if you don't cum?
Exactly. You know what happens if I don't cum?
Just make sure they're in my mouth when that happens.
Well, where do you belong?
I need you to be my girlfriend.
How much is he paying you?
Like a kajillion dollars.
His isn't fair. They're using Skrillex to provoke me.
—and I am never coming back.
Do you know who your audience is?
Everyone in The Oval Office.
The office of Public Affairs
Sirs Elton John and Paul McCartney, Respectively
Oh, did you just mean, like in this dimension?
This is enter the multiverse
He died. He's dead. Go away.
That's like 3 Skrillex songs already
You guys are gonna wake up the devil.
You know what you're doing.
You're summoning the devil
What are they up to down there?
For whose good or benefit
Fame School Vol. 1 - DJ Ū
Someone's always watching you
Don't know who, but yea, it's true
There's someone always watching you and everything you do
“Have I been here before—
They know not what they do
They know not what they do!
I'm not on the bottom floor,
SO WHAT, you'll take the Empire State Building, AND THE EIFFEL TOWER,
BUT YOURE NOT GONNA TAKE THE ROCK?
YOURE GONNA TAKE THE ROCK!!
F—-K YOU, JIMMY FALLON, that's WHY.
Why's it cencored all of a sudden
Look, I can't talk to you.
I am WISHING you out of my existence.
That is it, Jimmy Fallon.
*dissappears entirely from existence*
JIMMY FALLON takes a sigh on great relief— then sits in an empty silence alone, before the lights turn off. He takes another deep sigh, though seemingly uneasy, in the darkened silence of the room.
Lol that's not the next scene, but ok.
Don't you see this is bigger than you!
It's bigger than all of us!
THE WHOLE FOODS ALGORITHM
OOPS, we missed the exit.
GOD DAMMIT, FUCK YOU JIMMY FALLON.
We'll I had coffee with Bob Saget this morning.
Well, I certainly did something.
Oh shit, they're not looking for Ū.
They're looking for Uptown A.
Excuse me. I'm looking for “Uptown A”
Ok, okay, okay— I'll tell you what you want to know!
How do you know what I want to know?
I haven't even told your, yet.
Whatever it is, I'll tell you.
Tel you what, Jimmy Fallon. I like you—you're a good guy and all—
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?
This is what they want. Here
JIMMY FALLON is THE WORST shapeshifter in existence and/or history.
Look, Jimmy, you can have other magical powers. Just—not shapeshifting.
No, no you're really not.
Uptown A's upbeat, City-inspired dance mixes turn tech house and progressive midtown dreams into the chaotic garble and grunge of a real-life Queensbourough nightmare; the eclectic mix of historic New York warehouse wonder blended into a new school uptown chiche—-a far cry from the underground to the new wave drum n bass clips ions and collections of now and then, the Uptown A Alias makes its presence in a dystopian world concerned none with the art and soul of music and more of the ticking clocks work of the eye on the dollar.
I need you to hold onto this a little while longer.
Psh. I'm not gonna fight over a dude.
I don't know. I told her to do what she wants.
Wow, that's it--just ok? Give up already.
Let's not ignore the Skrillex sized elephant in the room.
That would be impossible to ignore, If it existed.Have you ever seen a tiny elephant?
What am I gonna do with this?
Ive been in the habit of burning things for awhile now; I'm not sure continuing is such a great idea.
Oh, like when you sold your soul?
WHAT? I haven't done that... yet…
Sure you have! Lots of times.
What the fuckare you talking about?
She says, “You're a giant piece of shit.”
Even more significant. You're a--are you even listening?
You should probably hurry up with that DIllon Francis.
If a grown man can be a romantic,
This is the promised land
I see now, how a woman's like a hat
Whatever it is what you have,
And you have so many that
Most likely just using me to bring these
If he needs a wife, she's
Probably staring back at me,
Through the back of the camera;
Fantastic beasts and fucking fansasies
A back handed chance at a handsome
But he'll never been had like that,
But he could have more than that,
Mad at me for taking so long but,
I've been in the world of monsters,
Oh what a horrible feeling
I'm dealing with being unappealing and
Kenny Powers middle name is White,
The alter to sell away something inside,
Or at least I'd like to I've
I'd smile if I had the time--
Remind me, what it is again
But I'm out of my element--
And the elephant in the room is named
I'll probably never be the DJ that I wanna be
And no one wants to play with me
Maybe it's just a mistake
Its just no one speaks my language
I'm sitting in the back of the short bus
Discussing this with my imaginary elephant,
But that's irrelevant to the
White rinocerous in front of the bus
with trust issues bigger than the rest of us
If I'm not, I'm just scary.
I had been thinking it has been five years, but on this day—and of course, listening to I Remember, I used my fingers to count from the year2019, when it had all began—to this point, standing at the bus stop On Sutter, waiting for a bus that was the exact amount of minutes late that would have allowed me to finish my second 30-minute sauna session—the first of many in three days, as I hadn't been to the gym in another 3 days, and another 3 days before that—separated only by a 3-day sprawling jumpstart to attempt my endless, restless gym streak, a monotonous routine to a gym that was always crowded that still seemed to take up too much of my time—not that I wanted or needed an automobile, but to at least be closer to the city, where such transit wasn't always applicable. I was not entirely dripping wet, as I usually was when emerging from the sauna—of course, having cut my second session to only 17 minutes, then making a mad-dash to the bus stop only to arrive in time to find that the bus was delayed, was irritating to say the least, but understandable. Like many people in queens, I couldn't afford to pay the bus fare—nor did it seem to matter to the drivers—so long as the busses were marked with a “Q”—but I took my risks of quarrel certainly with any route marked “B”, for Brooklyn, but especially M, for Manhattan, and definitely with anything marked “n”, for Newport, which I believed to be too far outside of city limits to really be considered New York, but also well worth the risk to bus myself to a nicer area, usually for a gym which included a sauna—or an affordable supermarket, which Jamaica in particular had none of. The mostly-black population was poor, albeit greedy and stubbornly, stereotypically ignorant—to the point that I wanted nothing more than to dissappear, if not to be displaced entirely to a country whose history wasn't so steeped in slavery, repression, and racism that it affected the entirely of my being; as the low vibrational perceptions of the masses consistently around me subjectively forced and skewed my own energy into a chaotic down spin, often becoming congested with toxicity, attempting to shield myself from the societal depression, materialism, and corporate monotony by spending time alone, immersed in music, and praying for the greatest possible outcome; being kept as safe and as literally sound as possible
I could take a minute to spit
I'm just not feeling it today;
I get sick of l getting sick and contemplating
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
No hate in my heart, but got love in my mind
Direct like to divine, if
I count all of my losses and move on,
I drop a rock from the top of The Rock,
The difference in luck and a blessing
And if you ask me who my God is I'll be honest with you
“This might be obnoxious, but it's Sunnï Blū”
How you make a 8 minute song
Oh shit, I'm missing pandemics mimicking
But if I spit this as quickly as it's written, I won
The only problem is the war is my own;
The only problem is I got a lot problems—
Then I asked God for help,
And God gave me a dollar—
Another problem is, God asked me what I wanted
“I Wanna know what God did”
The world is still at war,
And it can't even a afford it,
But it's still so busy working
You ask me which direction this is going,
North, West, South and East
You too busy two-dimensional
In a 4-dimension based in 3s
Some people living in the streets,
And some with nothing to eat,
And you been working from home
And wiping your ass with nothing but trees
And I guess it's on repeat,
Till we ain't got nothing to eat
What we need is a peace treaty,
Or maybe just to understand peace,
Because the love and unity—
But it's respect that we need
They say till death do us part
But death don't bother me
And all that I ever will be
So if you ask what God Did
Find beauty in simplicity
I can take the devil out the kitchen sink
And wring em our while I'm finishing
It's just another day to me,
It's just another Christmas Eve
Extraordinary sightseeing
Bad regrets and sad faces
Always falling in love with our opposites
I'm just a blind space kid
A recruit wishing to be a cadet
A teenager in the basement with a
Caught inside a snare pattern
Lips stitched together like a scarescrow
Caught in a psychic state of trance
Look, I don't give a fuck. Or a shit. Or a Goddamn what really happens next. I live in a world where crop tops and a snatched waist, glamourous pictures and videos of anybody pretty doing anything gets attention; and not just attention--moneyary advantage. I'm fat, and black--i have to work 100 times as hard and be 1000 times as smart as anybody cute with a fucking camera phone and half a brain to get noticed. And why do I want to be noticed? Because I'm a prime example of what happens when NOBODY gives an actual shit about you your entire life, and all you exist for is to serve other people. I'm completely disposable, completely replaceable, and completely unrarkable in every single sense of those words, respectively, and--maybw not infinitely-- but I definitely in this lifetime. Have you been on the internet lately? Have you seen a music video? Watched any movies?
You show me ONE media phenomenon with a protagonist that looks like me--ONE representation of "my type"-- and I mean a positive representation; one that predictively programs individuals to think I might be worth something more than a laugh or eggaerated stereotype, before I open my mouth. Go ahead. I'll wait.
Right. Because--and it's not like you didn't know this--i live in hell. Maybe, I wasn't born in it--who really knows? But I've been here most my life, at least as far back as I can remember because hey; what's infantile amnesia, and why doesn't mine work like everybody else's? And oh, right--synestesia? Everybody has that, right? I guess so. And HEY, I might be the most disgusting individual in the world if I take off my clothes--but who doesn't love a rave right? A RAVE. WHICH, IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED IS NO LONGER JUST A DANCE PARTY, BUT A SEX-BASED FASHIONED SHOW, to which, I look ridiculous coming to, with my midriff out.
So, you want to be like everyone else?
No. I want to look like everyone else; so that it's actually noticable when I do something great, or hey, even if I do something mediocre, or senseless, people love it--cause hey, she's hot.
Fuck yes I want to be hot.
That's literally the entirety of meaning for a female in this, present day and age; and anyone who can try to argue against that is probably great looking. When you're hot, you don't have to do anything else; someone is always going to be wking--even begging-- or paying to do it for you. Intelligence at that point is just a bonus; anybody whose going to like you is going to like you no matter what you say or do; in fact you're more than likely to get away with doing dumb, senseless shit if you're doing it in a bikini--and anybody who doesn't like you is more than likely jealous--unless you're just a shitty person, which trust me, I get is the case for a lot of barbie dolls out there but; you can't be a fat, ugly, angry shitty person and get far in life--at some point you have to adjust your attitude for everyone not to hate you--the opposite stands for beautiful people. You can pretty much do anything, if you look good doing it.
So...you want to be a shitty person.
No. I'm already not. But I'd rather continue burning in hell "forever" than start over and be in the same predicament.
So. I'm already in hell. I can't wear what I want. I can't date who I want. I can't listen to what I want. I have no friends. And nothing--nothing I do; no matter how much I pray, or meditate, or fast--nothing is going to take this body who nobody wants--and make it beautiful, except money. I will never have enough money, no matter how hard I work, to fix this--or any of the other fucked up shit in my life--
THIS IS MY ATTITUDE AFTER TRYING. Its been 27 years of this shit. 27 years of being the last to be picked, 27 years of being the weakest link. And I'd literally rather die at this point than to keep moving forward in this monotony, thinking that just thinking is going to one day just cure my ADD. That it's going to make my mother believe in me. That it's going to suddenly just, up and fix my life in all the ways i--believe me--already tried to fi
They probably wouldn't still,
Just stand in shock and awe
And If I could, I wouldn't walk through walls at all,
And if I had your number, I'd do anything but call,
I'd wait for you to, just assuming if you loved me
That we wouldn't even need a phone to talk,
No need to call, you're right beside me
Loving al the fatal flaws,
When you really are in love
A snakebite, scars I hate
I really haven't changed at all
This heart, as heavy as it's going to be
has everything i'll ever need,
So leave me, just leave quietly
I'm almost sleeping, almost dreaming
Almost leaving everything behind
I wish the world was colorblind
And just the way that I can't like
What my eyes don't find to be
Aligned with what attractive means
Might be the way you think of me
But i'm supposed to be this independent goddess
With the confidence of not a single molecule
The hottest, not by far, or even father
I just want to have a family,
I just want to raise a daughter
And another, and it's awful
And everybody thinks that everything's just supposed to be this
“Oh, that's just the way it is”,
But really they're just stuck on
Stupid means to just do everything
For nothing and if “unfair”
Means “I gpt iit from my”
[asskissy] Yes, sweet Jesus?
[in an apron] I'm right here.
Dillon Francis: that's my apron.
Now I'm a superstar DJ (DJ)
Everybody wants to be my friend (no new friends)
Now I think back on the old days (old days)
Nobody could even lend a hand
Now everybody want a hand out (hand out)
But I guess I gotta put my foot down
Making hella money, I'm a cash cow
Call me a show stopper, draw a big crowd
I'm a King, they put me in a big crown
But I still stay sober, I don't drink Crown
Royal, I am royalty, they now down
I hate my ex Annie, she a loud mouth loud mouth
DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ
DJ is essentially “the bad Dillon Francis”,
Lol how are we still writing about him.
48 hours from now, I could find you
48 hours from now, I'll remind you
How many times i've found the light;
How many times ive been confided in,
I love to dream, it's just a fantasy
i need to find the other half of me
To make this life and start a family
I woke up at 1:15 (again)
It's been this way sinceI was yung
I'll rest when every song is sung
I love my bed way more than my mom loves me,
It is wrong, is it wrong; and again--
INSTRUMENTAL |__________________|LEAD VOCALS|________________| Backup Vocals
Now i'm bobbin anw weavin like bobby and whitney
Some friends for a season
And some shouldn't have even
Make like a tree and leave, then
Now i'm posted up at the 4 seasons
Reading grievances from people just like me
...what the fuck kind of poem is that?
Hanzel One Deeper 7:00 “I am going to hypnotize you.”
When my life is in shambles
I've still got sand on my sandals
I could trade Dillon for Dallas
Haven't yet mastered the dance
I told you, watch the landing!
It's my thighs! They're too fat!
Ugh! [C'esme't storms off in frustration]
The dance is first–the fight comes after!
Well, what good is one without the other?
There is no “one” without “the other”.
You'll be callin collect!
I got rearview mirrors in the back of my head
Don't get up right now, son–
Still be sniffin that coke
No dance floor?
Now you're done for
I drop bass on the encore
But i'm already out the front door
I just hopped inside the helicopter,
or chopper, chopped broccoli in my cup
I'm already at the front door
Then I'm off for a monday
Fuck! I didn't even get to watch desperate housewives!
Don't fuck with her! She's a trained assassin!
GET ON THE GROUND– OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!
IF I SHOOT YOU, YOU WILL DIE.
Kind of frustrating hunting down somebody who already has a deathwish.
What do you do with someone who has no fear of death.
I'm telling you, we probably shouldn't be doing this.
You split yourselves into two entirely separate individuals at once, just so you could see whose dick is longer?
Technically, three entirely separate individuals.
Sometimes, but it's usually pretty gross.
I mean about the implications of these things!
You are the implications of these things! I split my soul ONE time into 8 BILLION or so individuals, before this even had happened.
I'm giving you planetary confinement.
You–can stay here. On this planet.
It's racist–and primitive.
–and i'm taking your portal gun with me.
YOU PUT A PORTAL ON MY FACE?!
I didn't think it would be a big deal.
I don't think we should be doing this
Technically it's a star, with a circle around it.
MORGAN FREEMAN enters an empty train car:
Entirely empty, that is–besides SUPACREE.
[beat, an eerie shadowy silence in the dimly lit traincar]
Ugh. Look. Morgan Freeman.
I–am–like a paranoid schizophrenic, or something–
It might be catatonic, I don't know–I got this whole dead-hand–thing–going on.
I don't know. It might just be too much deadmau5.
No, Morgan Freeman. I don't understand. Anything about this life. Or this world.
I definitely don't know anything about that.
God, you have so many freckles.
Nah, not like–Hollywood problems, I'm like, a real psycho and shit.
Everything sounds like Hollywood–because nothing is real anymore–everything is for the gram, the points don't matter–nothing actyally matters. At all.
The train comes to a sudden halt, the lights dim theatrically.
He holds out a strange object; a golden necklace, which begins to change in appearance–morphing between a medallion, as seen throughout the seasons, and into other integral objects from throughout the series; a small golden pinata;
You know who gave it to me?
He holds out a strange object; a golden necklace, which begins to change in appearance–morphing between a medallion, as seen throughout the seasons, and into other integral objects from throughout the series; a small golde pinata ;
Fuck dude, i'm too tired to write this.
BECAUSE OTHERWISE I DON'T EVEN EXIST;
I'M JUST A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR SHOW.
Come on Drew, knock it off.
Wait, is this Drew Carey, or Barrymore.
Either or. That's why I didn't write the characters name.
It literally doesn't matter.
Honestly?! It could be both! We just shoot it with both and keep whichever one we like better!
But how do we know which is actually “better?”
Just do it and mix it–cut it up together or something–I don't know! Cut takes! Cut Takes!
Ooh, did someone say CUPCAKES.
Yeah! What's the big deal!
I'm on a gluten free-thing
Keto. Or someshit. I don't know.
And you wouldn't mind if I–
Well, I pushed 40–and it pushed back. Get your cupcakes out of my face.
Hey! Aren't you that one guy from rick and morty.
Oh yeah! That's right! You were Rick AND Morty.
Phewf. I heard about that.
Sounds real bad, how that turned out.
You're speaking, I'm snacking.
We'll work on it The point is, he's eating the cupcakes.
That's not–wait a minute–hold on.
How are we ever gonna get these three guys in a room together.
[Meanwhile, in another dimension–these three are tied up (read: bound and gagged) in a room together.
–Let alone to agree to this!?
SUPACREE removes the gag from the man's [JOSH PECK'S] mouth.
I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS.
Hey! That's not fair! I was never caught up in a scandal!
The key word, I believe, is “never caught”
SHUTTHEFUCKUP. How many words is that?
For what? This isn't court. Wouldn't you want the police first?
WELL THEN, I WANT THE POLICE.
THE POLICE enter with full entourage.
Introducing: The Police–playing their number one greatest smash hit!
I hope you ladies bought the meet-and-greet package, if you know what I mean. *winks awkwardly* You know what I mean.
Since you dudes love doing creepy dude shit, I brought some more notoriously creepy dudes to sing the literally creepiest song ever written about being a creepy dude.
THE POLICE Begin to play ‘I'll be Watching You”
–and they're gonna play it on loop until I get back with your other-dimensional selves so we can fix all this.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
“--I'll be watching you–”
golden pocket watch, a wrist watch, a compass–it changes and morphs so quickly that it begins to seem to spin time itself into a whirlwind, until finally a portal opens up from within his hand–a portal which quickly devours him entirely, morphing him into
Fuck, what the fuck happened after that?
Idk I got off the train I guess
This is really terribly written
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