taking a break to try to stop the coughing.
idk sux ppl can just be controlled like that.
doing my best to be my best ^.^ gotta smile thru tha gross hacking coughing demon ppl everywhere lol (not cool) :(
also go listen to Dillon Francis's new album 'This MixtapE is Fire Too' cuz it is fire
(except 2 songs i had to skip)
plz don't hurt others
cover your mouth
n don't be evil demon ppl
thx for listening.
peace.
Might have forgotten the rest, but
Fuck man. I really want to sample this.
Can't sample deadmau5; he's a bitch about paperwork.
You cant technically say that.
I mean, I technically didnd't.
Just let your fingers do the talking.
You're better off letting your back end
When in search of a venue
Anything with the proper connections
To get rid of my hiccups.
Have you ever thought about just–
I've thought about just about everything–that's how you got here.
I'm gonna go ahead and admit–there's too much going on in my head.
Is that the sword of skrillex.
I'd like you to love to today
(I'd love to forget for a moment I haven't)
I know before long, we get older and older
Have you seen my butt plugs?
It's alright. I'll just pick some up on the way.
Better yet, can you just put in the order on amazon
(I'm so happy Amazon has anal plugs.)
You're being a baby about this–just-
You know what. Nevermind. I'll do it myself.
Alexa–reorder from Amazon.
…hmm…now what was I doing?
*spinning rainbow wheel of doom*
…seems like it was something.
When's the last time you had a marshmello.
[BONFIRE: Burning The Skrillex]
Holy shit. It's you again.
Last time you were like 26.
Wouldn't you like to know.
There's a lot of things i'd like to know about you, Pasquale, that's not even near the top of the list.
Speaking of “top of the list”--
I do have a lot of things to do today.
I don't know. A bunch of crap.
This is a lot of speaking.
Yes it is. What is it doing in my lap.
Well, that's the “happy” part in “happy birthday”
Jinx. You owe me a Pererier.
Or a LaCroix. I'll taka a LaCroix.
I guess that makes you Beverly Hills–
Or Pacific Palisades. Is that Annexed.
What happened to yellow 1-5?
Yes, but not a whole food. “Yellow 6?!”
That's the chemical complex you need to find yourself in the right dimension. Exactly.
What's wrong with this dimension?
Ugh. I gave that dude too much money.
Fuck, what was I doing again.
I KNOW IT'S YOU, YOU SLIMY MOTHERFUCKER.
YOU STOP IT. I KNOW IT'S YOU.
Now I gotta kill my stupid brother.
DILLON, THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE.
God does have a sense of humor.
As it turns out, not the absolute best sense of humor.
But a sense of humor, nonetheless.
Fuck man. What did you do to Dillon Francis.
Nothing. I just got him drunk
Okay, I don't even know what that is.
No, it's hilarious. He earned it.
I mean, it's a long story; but he brought it upon himself, honestly.
He must be. He's laughing.
HONEY SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKSSSS.
Oh shit, is this the 90s.
HONEY SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKSSS.
That's it. There's no more.
Sorry, that's all there is.
But yu can have captain crunch.
I DON'T WANT CAPTAIN CRUNCH. I WANT HONEY SMACKS.
I'm sorry, there are no more Honey Smacks. You can have Captain Crunch, or Shredded Wheat.
Shredded Wheat is MY favorite.
Lol. Everything about Dillon's eyes makes him devastating.
I don't know. There are like nine in the script.
It shouldn't be hard to cast. We'll go to utah.
Alright, well, what other grounds are there to cover, here?
I am not doing this project.
Of course you are–it's in your contract.
Don't look at me like that.
SUNNI BLU
That's the spirit. But literally there's a mirror between your feet, if you need one.
The floor is made of mirrors
The whole club turns into a disco ball.
*suddenly very inebriated*
DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS.
If my dreams were not just dreams, everyone in here would have a lawsuit against me.
I swear to God, I thought I killed this nigga.
Alright, i've almost got it.
I don't think you understand what's happening.
You're right, i don't understand what's happening at all.
Fuck it, lets do some trolling.
Fuck dude, I don't think I should have anymore coffee.
DOn'T D o THis, I'M WARNING YOU.
If you open that portal, there's no going back.
*entire series of cosmos collapse in the great distance–time begins to stretch and bend uncontrollably*
Come on, just let me lick the balls.
Come here, you have to see this.
I don't know. I think it's fanfiction.
Well, Hey, at least i'm not a groupie.
OH COME ON, JUST LET ME SUCK IT.
PLEASE. i'LL GIVE YOU $40.
Since when does this show have commercials.
I want to talk to Jimmy Fallon.
BECAUSE I HAVE A CONTRACT WITH NBC.
JIMMY FALLON YOU MOTHERFUCKER.
Is that like Family Guy? By Chance?!
Oh, I get it. It's like–The Cofffee run
We'll have to admit, it's probably the most watched coffee run of all time.
You know what? Fuck it, fire me. I'm doing this show.
What?! JImmy. Why on EARTH would you ever agree to something like this.
JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER
You know that song that everybody knows?
You know the song because everybody knows this song.
is easy cause youre beautiful.
do - do- do - do- do- do- do…
Yeah. You know that song.
But you probably don't know who sings it.
I'll tell you who sings it.
That song is by an artist called Minnie Ripperton.
Yeah, one hell of a name, huh.
Well, that's the lady who sings the song.
Now, let me tell you something else you probably don't know:
Something I probably wouldn't know if I wasn't a DJ
But i know this, because I'm a DJ
What the fuck, Maya Rudoph, are you doing in my bathroom at 5 AM
It's 1:15 in the afternoon.
I know it is. What's not making sense. Is why you're in my bathroom drinking a milkshake.
It's a strawberry milkshake.
You want to know what I want?
It's a strawberry milkshake.
Fuck dude, how does this song sound good every time?
Congratulations, you've gone entirely insane.
Do not fall dangerously in love;
Do you think you're having a stroke.
I thought i heart you right.
You heard me right–a THOUSAND times. I want to die. Take me out of this life.
GOD
Not until you make dubstep.
You gotta make a grammy-winning dubstep album.
What are you getting at, hon?
Look; Am I not one with the source?
Alright, Then: everything is everything.
And everyone is everyone.
And I already won a grammy.
Like a bunch of them, right.
YOu know what. I can't argue with that logic.
What the fuck. That's not Serato.
What the fuck is a “HOT CUE”
I'm warning you, Pasquale. Get off my lawn.
*House music starts blasting*
*lasers* sprinklers* dancers*
It's voice activated, I just–
WHAT DID YOu DO. AND WHEN.
I don't know! I just took the delorean, like you said.
You were supposed to find Dillon Francis.
I did! The problem was, when I found the right one, he was dead!
What do you mean by that!?
About as long as my dick!
I told you it's a long story.
Sorry Pasquale. No Can do.
Cause you're on a federal watch list.
You should probably leave before the feds get here.
Unless you want to stay and party on the lawn but–not recommended.
The police arrive, surrounding Pasquale on the yard–moving in to arrest him.
SUPACREE turns away from the window; inside, a room full of her aliases sit looking somewhat miserably;
[Pasquale is handcuffed and i dragged off of the lawn]
SUPACREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Careless, Acoustic–deadmau5
SUPACREE pours a bowl of captain crunch, taking one colossal bite and sits down in THE CONTROL ROOM at a large computer console; inhaling from a can of nitrous oxide.
SUPACREE places the fames deadmau5 helmet atop her head and begins working at the computer promptly, clicking away; Now is deadmau5
I don't even know what key this song is in.
MEOWINGTONS, Alive and well purrs and stretches, then settles atop SUPACREE/deadmau5's lap.
I don't know what's happening.
Lovin' You, Minnie Ripperton Carless, deadmau5
idk how i'm gonna mix that.
Trust me. Anything can be mixed.
Was the tip of the Ice Berg
And the whole ship has [s]unk[en],
[&] I[t]'s probably ice cold
At the bottom of the ocean;
I'll tell you where i'm from
I'll tell you anything for
I've already got one eye on you;
I should probably roll out my art on you
Another, a whole night from her–
One man bought a whole farm
The other, a Whole Foods Market
–and you can't even franchise those
We were playing for corners of earth,
All i got was some kandi,
Subscriptions to candidly,
I really liked the tree trial
(I think i'll wait a week, sorry)
The world that you wanted
Was actually hours already
And the money they wanted and got
Was just actually stolen from someone else
They bought all the food up
Once costs nothing at all
But you wanted that car for your daughter
She's got a mercedes and don't even drive it
Of all the garages in Lost Lands,
I promise the owner of it was
And the last to come home
Now he's on his own alter
Oh, you don't wanna know that
It's bottoms and tops, and
We don't let the top fall over,
And this muffin costs $24 dollars
Pour a whole bottle of coconut water out on the sidewalks
Not dead in the general sense
But just in the head, the heart,
The homeless are happier at McDonalds
Than asking at crossroads and crosswalks
For dollars I'd rather spend elsewhere
I'll avoid the power struggle at operations
for about 18 dollars and 56 sense
(Please, keep the pennies)
I'm feeling around in my 6th sense that there's
Something indecent, or decadent
Cause i'm better of with the memory of it
Than actually dragging it in.
Of course it hurts, you just had heart surgery without any anistetics.
YEah, but to be fair–that was a lot of acid.
Lucily for us, there's no lethal amount of acid.
Nope, can't for the life of me remember the 5th
Turns out, my memory only can hold three.
I really wish you'd stop just–showing up like this.
I know you'd like to think that, but–
Okay, I'm going to tell you something but I need you to remain calm.
Are we gonna make a movie?
Depends; is it gonna make me money.
I don't need anymore information about anything else: only these three.
Look, Timmy–I'm not really into grantng wishes anymore. It always blows back on me.
That's why you're bothering me.
I–would rather you just pick up the call.
–and I like ‘em like that.
And I like ‘em like this.
–and I like ‘em like that.
–and I like ‘em like that.
And I like ‘em like this.
–and I like ‘em like that.
The urge to eat had suddenly left me
(But I want to eat red meat)
I've gotta stop thinking in sequences and parentheses
Complex lines, and writing in past tense so presently.
(But probably shouldn't…)
Perhaps, though I had been
But had so indulgently feasted
On calories enough to last me
Holy shit, I knew this dude was a psychopath but.
I should stop meditating in public.
You see this? I know everything about you.
I bought it on the internet.
Okay, I got to “whatever”.
What? I thought I was supposed to go past “fuckit”
Yeah, you go past fuckit,
But if you get to “whatever”, you've gone too far.
Back to WHAT. There was almost no space between “fuckit” and “whatever”
This is how he's been controlling you.
Has it ever occurred to you that I want to be controlled?
That it just takes the right person to get that kind of permission–
Maybe I gave him the reigns.
What horse “gives” its rider the reigns.
Who said anything about a horse?!
You know what…
Maybe that's my poppit.
Oh, good–the reversal spell worked.
You did a reversal spell on me?
Only after I found out what spell you put on ME–FIRST.
Yeah, except I wasn't the first one to use that spell on you.
Oh, you're gonna wanna hear this.
I found the first “whites only” water fountain since 1962.
Oh, I'll give you a deal.
[He presents a one dollar bill]
Where are you going with this?
You know what I like about you, Ariana?
You know how to keep a secret.
I don't know what you're talking about.
*rolls eyes, flips hair.*
Well, here's another one for you.
This is how my darkness becomes your darkness.
I already have enough on my own.
You don't know. Only God knows.
The soup! It's too heavy.
Way too much! I have a meeting!
Dammit! Why don't you have any clocks in your house?
I only just recently remembered what a clock was.
[God produces a small pocket watch and presents it to him; it's nearly noon on EARTH; But the two are sharing a meal of course in the famed kitchen of the Creator in the TImeless VOID.]
Now, now; You know I wouldn't let that happen–
[As they embrace, he disappears into a mist of light and stardust, fading away from the void and into the exterior world; he realizes God has slipped him the watch; he flips it open to reveal the time: it is now 11:44]
Now you won't wait so long to visit.
[He places the wach in his pocket and walks into the studio]
MICHAEL J. FOX has been asked to reprise his role as MARTY MCFLY many times before; But never for a project like this.
What am I going to do with you?
You wanted to come to the other side.
We'll you're here anyway;
Might as well stay awhile.
With eyes like burning fire
And saddles for the riders
The horse begins to gallop
On the mark to beating drums
To move them forward faster
Don't put it in ur bathroom.
Ugh–No, Kaskade, go away.
I'm No† Ka–k (gags) –skade!
It's just Ryan! I promise!
Is this the same episode as before?
Are you goona let this go?
I mean, sitting next to it.
Raves are not just raves–
A party is not simply a “party”
If you were supposed to know,
it wouldn't be so important that you go.
They've got it down to a science.
The government funds this.
The government funds everything.
It's not really a secret, if you can google it.
feeling quite off in the galaxies,
Gone from Heaven to Hades for days
Recently dismantling adjectives,
Lampshades and matching curtains
God it hurts, every day that I think about you;
But how can i be about you when
You don't even see me, do you
Wrong environments and irony is,
WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHRISTMAS?!
BEcause, you're in a movie.
You're stuck in a Hollywood movie.
You don't know what you're in for
Inquenchable Thirst for knowledge
Insatiable Sexual Appetite
Great, now I have to explain myself.
I don't think anybody should read this.
You ever feel like you're doing too much?
Look, we have them surrounded. Our best course of action is to–
Well, are you sure it was a mouse and not a rat?
It was a mouse. I know the difference.
Look, I've lived in Mexico and New York City.
That's mathematically impossible.
I mean it's not–impossible.
No, it's not just impossible. It's mathematically impossible.
Has it ever occurred to you that the DJ World in entirety exists outside of the realm of math and science?
Look at the firewoooorkkks! Woo EDC…
NO. What is this right here.
Hey, you still got that balloon?
Dude, what are you doing?
Look, I'm going to have to take frequent trips to the bathroom.
Why did you call me over here.
Look. this is not magic. This is not science. This is not “voodoo”
W H E R E D I D H E G O O O O O
What did you do this time?
I might have evaporated someone with my fat fucking bass.
SO WAIT, YOU'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE?
ALRIGHT, WHO THREW A ROCKSTAR IN MY TENT?
Lets not let this conversation resurface.
So then they wanted an Encore.
Did you give them an encore?
NO, i was already at my hotel room.
Then how did you know that they wanted an encore?
WHICH IS IT, THE WYNN, OR THE ENCORE.
Please, who stays at the Encore for EDC?
Have you literally never been out with rich people?
No, I literally just got rich.
Dillon Francis has just always been rich?
And Skrillex has always been rich?
I'm going to need your absolute discretion about this.
…this is a…pretty heavy packet.
I've never signed an NDA like that in my life.
Lil' biiiiiiiiiiiiiitzzzz
Can we just admit it's weird that we live in an era where “NDA” is household jargon.
And like, everyone knows what it means.
Everyone knows what an NDA is.
I appreciate the sentiments
Isn't it weird how it sets in automatically?
Aww, i don't want to be Autopilot.
I don't really have to think about it anymore,
Hear the applause of the audience,
You wanna know what I think?
You want to know what I'm drinking?
(cause I see you typing)
An awful Omnipotence
Whether or not i'm turning this off soon
I remember the taste of talcum powder
Fuck man, I hate deadmau5–
There's just too much in here.
Beep boop. I love deadmau5. It's so simple.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE AERO DYNAMICS
DId you mean what you said about that?
I meant everything I said.
Goddammit, fuck this, I was in the middle of a really complex poem
In realtime, listening to deadmau5
Having a partially out of body spiritual experience,
8facepalming dramatically in frustration*
NOBODY IS EVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN ANY OF THIS.
I forgot my open form poetry,
allowed me to gnaw on talcum powder
HOly shit what version of the cube is this.
Have you ever stopped for a minute to think–
I can't stop for a minute, especially just to “think”
[Literally stops for a minute to think.]
No. I ain't time travelin' wit deadmau5.
–that someone else has already figured all of this out and that's how any of it is possible in the first place.
Alright, i'm gonna need some mind-altering drugs for this.
Holy shit, it seems like she's getting more evil.
That's because she's definitely more evil
ALRIGHT, I'M TIRED OF THIS:
WHERE IN THE FUCK IS SKRILLEX.
WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME.
I'm not joking, that's…literally the answer to your question.
We gotta go back. I left the keys in the pocket of the guy I shapeshifted into.
It's fine, he can't have gone too far, dude.
What do you mean he “left the dimension”
What do you mean “a portal”
A portal, like— you know, like a portal gun, but not a portal gun, just a portal.
What the fuck is this dude talking about?
Humans don't use portals!
Well, wait—how do we know that guy is human.
Yeah dude but, we look human.
Yeah, but, how do we know he's not a shifter.
Because, dude, I know a shifter when I see one.
Yeah, but—you know, what if he's really good.
Exactly, so we'd know if it was another shifter–cause we're the best shifters!
Well, let's at least try to see if he knows anything else about those guys. They were together right?
Okay, okay, whatever, let's just…
There was just another guy over here just now—
He was like—you know—normal looking guy
Alright, cool, where'd he go?
[as they walk away, the shifter shifts, and then vanishes into a random portal.]
Now we're never gonna find this guy.
Yeah, but like in modern human slang terms
Anyways, I gotta relieve this human's bladder. I fucking hate this species for this.
Wait, whatever actually did happen to Dillon Francis?
That's great, I was just getting to that.
Okay, I'm gonna kill him.
Remember that smudge on the lens.
… did you try vinegar instead of Windex.
Did you try Windex with Vinegar.
Look, do you want this, or not?
Do you feel like any of this is a coincidence?
Just quit, it. Dillon Francis.
Lets kick this up a notch.
Okay, I'm gonna need specifics.
How do you even get a job as a courier for the illuminati?
[INDEED.COM | ILLUMINATI - COURIER- URGENTLY HIRING]
It was a pretty specific list.
I don't even get the point of a barbeque if everyone is vegan
Well, The Mayor eats fish.
Oh please, where is THAT guy the Mayor of?
I don't know. We meet in the Matrix.
It's not a brothel! It's Member's Only!
HEy, MAN, YOU CAN BUY DUDES, TOO.
I gave her my credit card.
–access to the black market.
Of course another auction.
What'd you buy this time?
A lifesize deadmau5 bobblehead.
What are you gonna do with that?
Wouldn't you like to know.
I love a good deamau5 show. He really does have the best fans,
It's a comfortable, safe space.
What the fuck, dude, this place is a sausage fest.
Yeah, that's deadmau5 for ya.
Hey, I'm looking for this shithead.
Fuck, I wish this never happened.
If you don't know who deadmau6* is–
Jk. but seriously this is easily the most devastating person i've ever seen.
Are you sure that's the right guy?
Yeah, that's gotta be him.
‘Fuck, it is my sapiosexuality, I think'
Even if it was perhaps an error, as I might have more than needed a new pair of glasses myself, just the thought of Joel in a pair of specables was suddenly and immediately the equivalent of Dillon Francis sitting down at a piano, or Sonny doing just about literally anything–and I realized, finally, that the most indecent things about myself were quite possibly only happening inside my own mind–
Okay, my body does really weird things to this dude's music.
Are you sure this is real?
Just shut up and do your job.
Shouldn't you be working right now?
Shouldn't you be working right now?
Well, that was nice and all, but–I gotta get out of here.
Wow, that's one hell of a smile.
I'm sorry, i can't accept this.
What is even happening in this series?
WOULD YOU KIDS SETTLE DOWN.
I'm just sober sally over here.
Cause i'd rather face the pain of this harsh reality with a bite
than to dull it out and then wake up in the morning
To wake up whenever and be like
“OH NO, THIS IS WHAT IT'S REALLY LIKE”
And the shock of it is so horrible that I just have to repeat that cycle again.
But i choose to stay like that cause it's like a
It's not even a happy medium,
It makes happier moments more happy
And shitter moments less shitty
Because i don't have this like drastic spacial
Augmented reality or like smoke screen of emotional apathy.
I get to feel things way more intensely.
I don't have to wonder, ever
“oh , did that just happen, cause I was messed up”
“would it have happened this way if I was sober”
Like, for people who weren't always sober, and then
like , what's the breaking point
I always have to sit back and wonder
Cause you know it had to be something if suddenly
I always wonder, and it's like–
no disrespect or anything thing but…
I really wanna hear that story.
I know you don't wanna tell it
Cause from my point of view.
Looks like pasquale went all out with the fireworks this year.
It's a giant dick- in-the-sky!
Look, so i've been having second thoughts about this whole thing.
What the fuck man. You gotta stop doing shit like this.
Okay, look. I'm not writing any of that.
This is like a sea of cellphones.
It was a red car;
I wasn't all there,
I forgot the rest of the verse.
It's ok. We gotta move on.
Like, you thought of me first, then you made it?
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I don't get it dawg, all this shit is in your music particles?!
That's it. Don't be smart around me.
No, that won't work; sarcasm is a sign of deeper intelligence.
Stop saying that. This is America.
Don't say it again. Apology not accepted.
Don't look at me like that.
Quick: Say something stupid and random.
Oh good, that worked. Thanks.
That's all you have to say/
Oh no, she's stuck in a loop.
Throw the whole fan away.
I wish i could just forget about this.
Look, this is between me and God–okay?
You dragged ME into this!
Right. So i could get OUT; So don't drag me back in.
Fuck, I remember this. I must have done something important here.
Great, now what do we do?
Fuck man, told you this was a long ass story.
No, i'm still a filthy rich millionaire.
I thought you were a billionaire.
I am I just *snifs* sometimes I forget that happened.
“Sometimes I forget I'm a billionaire”
I got to admit, man, I did it to myself.
I'm not mad, or anything, but now there's just–certain things I can't do
You said “anything but Skrillex” this is not Skrillex, this is deadmau5.
Okay, that's like saying “What's the difference between deadmau5' and my music?”
How is that not different?
That's like comparing the music of Bach and Beethoven to the music of a tattooed hedgehog.
You think I look like a hedgehog.
No, it's just when I see you and a hedgehog I have all the same thoughts, turn this off.
Seriously, Dillon Francis, turn it off.
I'm gonna turn it up instead.
I do not highly recommend doing that. Or at all. This ship has amazing subs.
Should I bass boost this song.
Dillon Francis, I'm warning you, stop.
WHY? BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE A HEDEHOG
NO, BECAUSE I ALWAYS FALL ASLEEP AT THIS
[INSTANTLY FALLS ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL–ACTIVATES HYPERSPACE–
PLUMMETS SHIP INTO BLACK –
Nice, that's a whole episode.
Well, here's a bonus scene or whatever.
What do you mean you don't know.
I need a deadmau5 machine like right now.
I know where to find that.
Fuck dude, everything's gonna be half-ass until I push out this album.
Oh shit, wasn't this in the last episode?
Yeah. I'm still writing backwards.
God, what is that, like a pipe organ.
Doesn't matter, I just need one.
That's it. I know what I'm going to spend my Jimmy Fallons On.
OOh. Are we Montaging–to deadmau5?
I keep making typos and I keep forgetting to delete that parallel where.
That's the synth I've always wanted.
It's on sale for $999 At Sam Ash
But…you only have Five JImmy Fallons.
There are only five special edition in this Volume
I don't know how many volumes there are, but this is the Volume I started keeping track.
Fuck, man. I miss Equinox.
They also have an outdoor running track where you get the best ever view of midtown manhattan.
How do you know it's the best ever view of Midtown manhattan.
Because it's on a running track.
STOP WHISTLING IN MY WHOOP=WHOOPS.
The JImmy Fallon 555s are marked with the standard Jimmy Fallon in black ink
With a simple side marker of the number 555 in red
a telephone number on the back.
But–that synthesizer is One Thousand Jimmy Fallons.
Yeah. So I only need Nine Hundred Ninety Five More.
And of course, the Eye of Providence is highlighted.
They're counterfeit, sorry.
Why the fuck does this matter so much?
You know. What is it with this dude.
If it was a snake, it would've bit ya.
It was a snake. And it did bite me.
He's so increasingly beautiful to me,
And I'm still in love with his friend,
or misrepresented masterpiece,
Progression of a monster,
or procession of a superstar, but
Something in the story sparks the thought of
All we are is consciousness, of course
Awkward in body, but of constellations
Cosmos, It's not just a corpse;
Absurd, and sipping carbonated syrup, but
I'm just sitting in my stirrups,
Here comes galloping a horse,
Of course, it hurts to turn it off
That i'm just a homeless,
Stuck and sitting up at night
Writing recourse, hugging learning curves in ableton,
Curving curses, been reminded that I'm worthless
In a thousand words or less,
Or just another form of torture,
Nothing said, but all that's done
Another day another dollar,
I thought this was enter the multiverse.
So paifully socially awkward,
I grow stretchmarks, don't know what to call them
A raised scar in the shape of a sythe
I probably died by the hands of a man named Starr
So it's hard to shrug it off,
Something about a big, giant smiling robotic mouse that lights up and sparkles.
I don't know. I'm like 5.
My hands go up in the air
And by the time I even figured out what deadmau5 was I was so late to the party that I had to make up for lost time.
I listened to deadmau5 doing EvErYThING.
Everything you could possibly imagine.
Wait, how long have you been cellibate?
Fuck, what happened in here?
You sent us through a black hole. And we crashed on a random ass planet.
YOu suck, Dillon Francis.
Now get up. Everything's fucked up.
I've got a box of skeletons in my closet i'm not ready to part with.
But lately it goes in my pocket;
[National Domestic Violence Hotline]
That was a long bonus scene.
You know what the fucked up thing about all this is,
The Legend of Supacree is a true story.
I think i'm gonna be sick.
This is the story of how I got my heart broken so bad.
That i started singing about it.
NSA, totally *not spying*
And how when you start making music–
And that music actually comes from a really real place.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING.
really real shit starts happening.
well , to be fair–I lost everything first.
What, the fuck Dillon Francis, crawled inside of you to live and made it'self at home?
Just kill him, while nobody is watching.
Shut up, man. I'm having a thought process.
Okay, that's it. FUCK DILLON FRANCIS.
THAT IS THE SPIRIT. IT'S THE HOLY SPIRIT.
Wait, are you claiming that the second coming of the messiah is upon us?!
Well,Technically, it's the third.
And it's all because of Dillon Francis?!
You can't write any of this.
Technically, I'm dead: this is just a voiceover
You can't say Hitler was the messiah.
Wait, whatever happened to Skrillex.
SKRILLEX is waiting outside of the alleged home of SUPACREE's “distant relatives”
Lol is he for real at her mom's house.
well , to be fair, he's like–looked everywhere else.
Ur right. That was a lot of dimensions.
Fuck, i didn't even have that much coffee.
[DILLON FRANCIS STILL HAS HOTSAUCE IN HIS PUDGY LITTLE EYES]
Good. Cause if I see the pupils, i'm wasting him.
You think you can do better than this.
Alright, is the PSA over?
No, not yet. I gotta say one more thing.
Would you ever have done it,
Or would you ever be honest
A song stuck in my head for a whole world
I wonder how long it would take to go back there
Look at how long that took.
I had to wonder what auroras in the north thought of someone like Sonny.
Now I can love you no longer
So much for getting acquainted
Funny what age equates to in ageless
Nor, would I believe that he ever would hit her, but
Some might belong in such a category
Though i carry the marks and the scars
Of what my once- husband did to me
I haven't a heart in the world left
But a broken one, made of amethyst.
Fuck off, Dillon Francis.
A calculated attack on my psyche.
WHAT. Are you saying you woul actually participate in an orgy!
The hedonists are a fun bunch.
Though, Nowadays, of course, I haven't the slightest idea what to call them.
Well, obviously, if you've headlined EDC you've seen the future.
Why don't you remember it?
I hated it so much, i forgot.
… Isn't that the same thing?
….Why do you keep asking me the same question.
Well, first you asked me,
In my mind, those are synonyms.
Neither can really exist without the other.
Love and Fame are also synonyms–
Ugh, I just made this difficult on myself.
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023
WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHRISTMAS?!
BEcause, you're in a movie.
You're stuck in a Hollywood movie.
You don't know what you're in for
Inquenchable Thirst for knowledge
Insatiable Sexual Appetite
My horizontal monster wants ya
Could revert to vert, but lets keep
or fit enough to be your girlfriend
I guess i'll just have to live with that
I made the assumption you can't,
But something's been calling me out, from the past
Something's been calling me back to the magic
I'll just make my way back to the beginning
There's nothing left between us except
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–”
a 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
INT. SAM ASH MANHATTAN. DAY.
A tiny conga for 90 dollars
I find my way to the prettiest thing in the room
Saw Madison dancing badly on Madison Avenue
Everybody loves you, no matter what you do.
I can't say when I'm going through
But you couldn't do it, Madison
That's as bad as being at a standstill at rush out in Manhattan
I could buy everything in Sam ash
And make my own band with it
That's the plan at least—
But I been having a long death
And the afterlife isn't as after as everybody says it is
Unless you're ready to break bread
With the racists and skin heads
Where I take my first and last breath
Me and you are more the same than we first thought
Whose tough love was lock-in me up
So I couldn't practice or be master of just one thing
But the only sport I'm the Jack of all trades off
My self or my significant other
I guess it's a puffs plus
I grew up on wonder bread and Oreos
So no woneee I have a stomach
It all goes in the same pocket
That's an awesome jumpsuit
A once piece in broad colors
And one piece I don't watch
Cause someone I told talk to
Broke my heart and my face
A punchline for anime fans
A GURU watches intently as a small fire burns at the foot of a large tree on the outskirts of NEW YORK CITY.
MEANWHILE, SOMEWHER (who gives a fuck)
EXT. WHO GIVES A FUCK. NIGHT (OR WHENEVER, WHO CARES)
SKRILLEX is forced to stop his set due to a stage fire.
the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.
"“Don't go overboard with the gratitude,” he rejoined with heavy irony"
a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.
plural noun: ironies
"the irony is that I thought he could help me"
a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character's words or actions are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.
noun: dramatic irony; plural noun: tragic irony
Well, I guess it's New York, then.
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
i'm going on a(nother) world tour.
*on tour being a rockstar surrounded by beautiful people*
FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GONNA KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER.
AND THE B.E.T AWARD GOES TO:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*entire audience booing, throwing ribs & buckets of chicken*
Okay, my friend, be free!
the dudes who have been looking for Skrillex for 8 seasons straight.
You know what, you're right.
No, you're a music producer.
Remember how i told you how I shapeshifted into professor meowingtons.
Why are you bringing me this.
I didn't honestly know where else to go.
But–you're my only friend.
I'd like to Thank Beyoncé, for literally the greatest night of my life.
I didn't promise you anything.
You promised me breakfast.
You said breakfast. This is breakfast.
Try it, or I'll kill you.
Try it, or i'll kill myself.
Lets just adjust this perception, persay
The remembrance of what was forgotten has suddenly dawned on us
“Once you get the hang of it”
But I'm still dangling, hanging from the ankle
“Say what you want to say,” I relay
A YOUNG, MUSCULAR THUG is attempting to drown his assailant in a toilet.
Little does he know, his assailant is immortal.
I TOLD YOU ALREADY, I CANT.
The struggle has resulted in quite the mess–still, he seems relentless in his endeavors.
His co conspirator watches with an eerily uneasy demeanor, before pulling him aside.
That motherfucker should've BEEN dead.
DIPLO is robbed of his Grammy Award, while relieving himself.
They took my Grammy, man.
Orange, Yellow, Blue, Yellow—
Well, what color is this era.
EXT. EDX, HARDSTYLE STAGE. WHEN LITERALLY THE FUCK EVER.
BLAAASASRRRRHHHHHZHZGGHHH.
Annihilation is imminent.
I still hate you for beating me
And taking my purpose from me
and you took the test of mylife
Record box (save for yearly plan $400
I'll kill you in my sleep
But I got eyes in the back of my head
Go back to bed, before I devastate you !
I feel great just for participating
‘Ugh, I have too much to do'
I needed a new pair of consumer headphones anyway to test my mixes and new tracks in, but I didn't think I would need them so much as put them on a low priority shopping list, or secondary wish list—but the time had come for otherwise, as though I would normally find something so unfortunate as leaving my only remaining pair of headphones on a bus which rotated out of service too quickly for me to have noticed that I had left the. Behind
20 at a time, till I get me a push
20 at a time, till I get me a Moog
Motherfucker try to speak
Building be like 50 stories
20 at a time, till I get me a whip
20 at a time, till I get me a coupe
Spend two hundred at **** on fitness
When I look like this already
Forged from Earth is mother
20 at a time, till I get me some new shit
20 at a time, till I get me a Stu
20 at a time, till I get me a Push
20 at a time, till I get me a Moog
Whatever the fuck that thing is
Just to throw the flame at her
All I think about is getting fit
Shitting on my competition.
I gotta let you know, honey
Skinny girls follow me around all day.
Light skinned makes three
Don't make me explain myself
I spend every day in hell
Still running to catch up with you—
But finally, I might get it
I ain't picking up no pennies
No hope, cause I'm not skinny
Eye of Horus: been homeless since
I'm getting used to being alone,
But missing the prescription
Or inscription on the Rolex
I'll probably still get him
And stick it inlocker 115 in the women's locker room
I ain't picking up no pennies
No hope, cause I'm not skinny
Eye of Horus: been homeless since
My ex had put a curse on me
He carved the eye of Horus on me
And I been homeless ever since
So I guess it is what it is
I ain't picking up no pennies
No hope, cause I'm not skinny
Eye of Horus: been homeless since
I just wanna watch my show now
Loud through the speakers
Loud so the teachers could hear me
Got no one left to impress now
Haven't left the spot since I bought it
I'm not on the martyrs list
What goes around comes around
Keisha was more like mh mother than I could have thought, and being around her every waking night and day was more detrimental to my health and recovery than anything—and though it did seem as though my ex husband had attached his destructive, draining energy to me in more ways than one, it was my mother's own energy that had lead me into his arms; the endless, relentless cycle of drastic ups and downs, and though that ever has caused me to slip into the this abyss, it was still no one other than myself with whom I had been left drowning in the remainder of whatever was left of my old life—and there really was nothing left besides a few pounds, some musical takings, and of course the broken memories of what once was; all had been destroyed, and it was safer never to love again than to find love and consequently, him at the other side. The magic was dark, and it though it's effects had seemed to turn around in the reversal, it was still a process—and it was dragging along, bringing me down, and turning every empty body around me into some kind of demon who was assured tk try to convince me that I was unhinged, retarded, and psychotic with no just cause at all—and however though how certain I was that I had become in fact crazy, it hadn't happened at all on it's own; I had learned now how the cycle of abuse worked, how trauma and so easily became contagious—but at the very least Keisha couldn't hurt me any more than I could hurt myself. At the very worst, on her sober days, she could hurl insults at me just as by now I expected anyone who became close to me in any way would, and at the very best, her upswings of drunken exatasy would push me into more mixtapes—but the highs were so high and the lows were so low that it was almost impossible not to get caught in the chaos of obnoxiousness, in the unrelentless regression and of course the contagion of deep depression, bathing in an ocean of teardrops from the shattered and battered women of the New York City homeless shelter system. Everyone and everything around was broken—some worse than others— but Keisha, whom I knew I could never really trust so much as I could trust anything or anyone else but nonetheless did love and respect as a fellow woman—a woman with whom I both shared much in common, and also nothing—stood as a grave reminder to who I might have become had I not left.
She was like a windup doll on a repeating loop—and absolutely wouldn't stop talking unless being constantly badgered or asked to be quiet; sometimes, the only way for any piece at all was to raise my voice to its uncomfortable peak, telling her to
It was almost as if her entire existence was to raise my blood pressure and drain any positive energy I had into the negative—which she had the ability to do quite quickly, so long that she wasn't drinking, or even if she was she was a consistent track of “mm” and “ah”, in the stereotypical fashion that you would expect a woman, nearly 14 years my senior to be; she somehow believed that we were the same age, however, and I let her—moving along and abott it without ever letting her know my name, or even what I liked to be called—because, well—at this point, who even cared? I wouldn't let anybody at the chance to lay anymore curses or hexes at my doorstep using my name—and she was in fact, herself, the affect of a curse in slow motion reverse, as I had finally found the specific magic my ex husband had used in trying to seal my soul— and though we would soon be forever unsealed, I hadn't for a moment thought to let myself love again, especially after all that had happened.
There was a sunken hole in my heart—the ups and downs were taking their toll just as they always had—first with my mother, and with Annie, and ny ex husband—and it seemed as though I had finally discovered my own habit of loving those so miserable and broken that my own existence in their world only stood as a footstool— a footstool whose own brokenness of course, was due to the fault of faulty manufacturing at all.
The strain of constantly fighting and arguing was making its wear and tear on my face—the bags under my eyes swelled in a hazardous looking and tired, haggard and puffy dismissal of anything which might have been sweet, fresh or youthful—my eyes growing dark from the pain and withdrawal; she was so much like my mother—too much, in fact— it was impossible to escape the monotony of the alcoholism, the sever impact of trauma on both ends, and everything that came with it—, and though I hadn't picked up the phone to call her or anyone else in months, it was almost as if I was being haunted by the alcoholics of everything's past— my mother, my ex best friend, and ex husband— and maybe even once what might have been myself, had I not chosen to walk away—an action which, up until now—the system had been punishing me for unforgivingly—but, with any justice at all, would soon also be reversed.
This machine breathes for me
I watched the whole house burn down
If that's how you like it;
I'm letting the air out of this
I have an insatiable appetite for love
I'm just an animal over my head
It isn't over till you bend me over the Benz on a bender
Opened Pandora's box of worms
Got my black skin and butt,
Can't make up for blatent mistakes
I might choke on my words
Gets em squirtin and twerking
I don't have her hair, no
I still wear my old clothes
The Grammy Award goes to—
This is just fir entertainment purposes
I could always change my name again
I gotta switch it up a bit
I no longer dance for the public
I come, and I go home alone
I'm just an old, battered hag in the badlands
Now we go off the deep end,
I'll drown it all in the bathtub
Somehow, a back rub doesn't add up
I never loved anyone but my son
That's right, I've got machines
Your clothes need washing
When the walls down found
I'll be holding you, always
(When you creep into my dreams,
(Even when you hold me close,
You know you're going under
Consequences, considering the circumstances
Backwards, or what have you.
All men have alterior motives
All mentors or motivators
Contain untarnished reputations
(Or group them all together)
Haven't you suffered enough, yet?
I think I've suffered the longest—
Have you been left in the dark yet?
Is it you, who never goes hungry
Curiosity killed the cat.
Curiosity also m greatly enhanced the cat's ability to succeed in business.
So there you have it—one man's trash is another man's treasure.
I had recently trained myself out of the habit of picking things up off of the ground—save for a 64 Gigabyte SD card I had just so happened by a few weeks prior, in the same station where I found this— what appeared to be a very nice, sleek and modern briefcase, or portfolio of some sort. I couldn't help but pick it up and open it, and though I typically had specifically never wanted or needed other people's things, this almost seemed already to be mine, not to mention the fact that it was in the same station in which I had found the SD card, only feet away in fact—and it had been long since, it at all, that I had not believed in coincidences. I kicked it around a couple times, almost certain that I was supposed to—and it appeared to be empty—then, I picked it up, as I a voice down the platform even seemed to say “don't touch it@, and I very briefly put it down at the power station or something rather, before confronting my senses—I was sure that if I hadn't picked it up, someone else would, but also that I was intended toX anyway—that it was for me— and though I had let down much of my over aggrandized grandiosity or any sort of complex it did seem t times that I had some sort of following, or watchers—who seemed to put things into my path or just so happen to turn up where I would be, even if I hadn't known my very self that I would be in a certain place, almost assuring and asserting that somewhere along the line; in my lifetime, time travel beyond simply the astral had been succeeded—and perhaps even within my own belief system had it been possible at all. I did, after all, very decisively believe in magic and or magick, and, has recently more than before had committed myself almost religiously to the occult sciences, which, reflectively, I had been studying and perfecting for years, only of course to realize that there had been entire books written, entire civilizations built, and entire worlds of the type of magic I had practitioned naturally since the dawn of time—and though as I began to rationalize and even condition myself to be more normalized and mature in the way that society expected me to, I had become a firm believer and practitioner by proxy, only wishing to overcome and alleviate the severity of my own emotional toils—the loss of my children, the destruction of my marriage, and the ending of my closest friendships—unrequited love, homelessness, and the eventual body transformation which would in turn allow the development in an intrinsic sensitivity to trust one's universe—that so long as I was doing right to my body, my body would return the favor by assuring that in some how, some way, I would always have everything I needed, in one way or another. I had made it a point to be at the gym every day, for at least some time, if not an hour—and had finally broken the challenge I had set for myself quite by accident—the 8-minute mile, which I had achieved in the Bronx, once, running to Lin Manuel's opening number, the self titled In The Heights—a personal best whuch I had since broken, now running a mike in just over 8 minutes to my own mixes, and it didn't seem to matter which. But it wasn't enough—I wanted to be better—to run faster—to be better. I was motivated, of course, mostly by sex—and my insatiable need for it. Insatiable, of course, in the sense that I had been celibate going on years at this point—and had reached a tipping point in understanding the true nature of man—hardly ever meant to be monogamous; I intended to somehow remarry, and was certain that the more effort I put into self improvement, that perhaps I would—not that I expected a perfect man, but did intend a perfect father for my future children; I knew that my strong desires for a certain type of man could only be attributed to that of my own genetic attractions—as so say, that somewhere in my own consciousness, I knew and understood the type of children I wanted to design—even rather, the kind of children I knew I was capable of having—and truly intended my self improvement to design myself to be the ideal mate of my own.
Round three?! How is thiis round three?!
*EATING SLIM JIM REAL GNARLY*
What happened to rounds 1 & 2.
Okay, Beyoncè. Wait right here. I'll be right back.
I told her to sit right here and i'd be right back.
YOu TolD heR to “SIT & WAIT?”
Well, I told her to wait–
WHY WOULD YOU IMMACULATE HER LIKE THAT.
Dude, what are you doing?
*Hits floor, runs after toy like dog*
[On a wild goose chase through the infinite multiverse, the bampheramphs are collecting their cringiest alter-egos and parallel selves in order to trace the
What are they looking for again.
Well, it's Skrillex, but.
Is there another word for this.
No. there are no synonyms for Skrillex.
It's–not even in the dictionary.
I own every encyclopedia known to man.
Where are you going to put all these?
*nods pridefully*,* hits vape.*
Your pretty little girlfriend
And the white picket fence
I wanna do dumb shit like play couples tennis
I don't even know where we are right now.
I've got all the reason in the world
To not keep my eyes on you
Watch my eyeballs roll to the back of my head
KANYE WEST and SUNNI BLU are arguably the most obnoxious thing in Hollywood.
I need a jealous and possessive man,
I shouldn't have to tell you that
In fact, I'd rather have you
She sold you at an auction?!
THE CELEBRITIES ARE OUT OF CONTROL.
This is for our entertainment.
I've got an eye for fashion,
Especially if it has my name on it,
It's a high speed watercraft.
I will flip that thing over and drown.
Nothing! Do you like it?!
I love it…you homicidal psychopath.
(If you cough again, i'ma knock you out)
I don't expect no one to show up
Now I just scout out another with
Eyes and tattoos like you
Do you come here often, or not?
I've never been so peaceful as such
No anglos or angles on approach
But I've hardly loved at all, you know
You won me over with your charms and arms
The glamour went much farther
If we're all still watching
And God to watch over it all
While I suffer and crawl up from nothing
Like the one I dropped in
In my armory of superstardom
Bothersome unconscious drunken stuttering
Love would be more filling
I'll look back and laugh at this
And I been the same since
Ain't nothin else but the greatest
Have fun with the fake bitches
Your insecurity's showing
Sometimes things get complicated
Good luck at the Grammy's
But I kinda feel like you already won it
Cause I used to want it for ya
And everyone forgot what dubstep was
But one is the loneliest number
So I doubled myself from it
And then went on to duplicate the whole world
(The one without you in it)
Another drop of blood and tears over you
But act like I don't even know you
Cause you tried to own me
I'm going to dinner with Dillon
I'm just BBC a bitter nigger
I got Kayla Lauren fitness
Brownies keep the ass gelatinous
The AB's are flat as shit
I just wonder why I'm hungry
But I been at the gym since three
And it's about to be closing
It's a hierarchy of racism
Be looking like the hair that comes out of my head naturally
OH! YOURE GONNA BITE ME?!?
I had bite marks for like four weeks.
Weak from pizza and fighting demons
Sick of not being human enough to
And never being enough for my son
I don't even wanna watch TV
Everybody wants to talk to me
My ex husband is trying to murder me, and he thinks I'M SUNNI BLŪ.
Look, I gotta take care of something.
If I told you, it would ruin the whole thing.
Fuck, I gotta do a rewrite.
Every time, that's how it goes, dude.
Not this time…you'll see.
*coughing extremely obnoxiously*
I'm not fighting the devil
Do you want the job, or not?
Too bad, you got the job!
Goddammit, I just wanna fuck this Skrillex dude.
You said I had to fight the devil.
No it's not! It's just Skrillex.
No, that's Satan, I'll show you.
No, that doesn't look right.
Oh well. edit it later. Keep writing.
Balance in the opposites, as
I'm of no importantce at all
Cause I'm back and homeless
To match all the shit your full of
Cause supacree is what love is
And I'm guessing she went to find Skrillex
Whichever one has it head on
If you're watching me from afar
Or stalking me coughing m
I like the song complications
And Dillon like red heads I guess
Just enough times for me to right this
It's just another night with a knife in my back
And time traveled backwards
Idk, I lost my mind after that.
I learned to write and not cry about it
I take the tale of the dead man's chest
X marks the spot next on the guest list
I haven't laughed hard enough to orgasm—
I guess that's what this is—
But there's songs I gotta skip
And I get that I'll be alone anyway
For the rest of the days that I live
Whether I'm without you or with
I'm honestly just done with being fucked with
Falling in love, then being shoved out of it
I guess I suffer the consequences
—oh, that's where I know Kayla Lauren from.
(But only after I started mine so)
And fine me for being this fine
Or at least get to the next life
Cause I'm so androgynous it hurts
I almost feel bad for reversing it
No, not the google documents!
All along the watch tower
Do you feel bad about this.
I do. I feel bad about this.
I should probably let you know that I just want to
…I gotta get out of Boston.
What, first this was about war, now it's about bird people?
It's about a war WITH the bird people.
This isn't funny anymore.
Yo, i'm going through some crazy shit right now.
This is gonna take forever.
I don't have the patience
I just want french fries right now
But been up for two days with no gym and
Oh shit, this is getting real as fuck .
GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, SKRILLEX.
WEll, the good news is: I found your friend.
The bad news is: He's dead.
Yeah, it's probably that.
Fuck dude, what did you do to deadmau5.
Holy shit I jus timejumped
Where the fuck are you going.
How the fuck could this happen?!
Well, I guess we're just gonna have to go dig up Dillon Francis.
Do you think he's still alive.
This amazon order took me nine hours
Alexa, I think i should fire her
I don't leave at night without armor
Your mom will be proud of us all
Got the whole block coming up on my heels as I walk
There's no way this is 140
I never listened to it like this
I read serato, synesthesia and rekordbox
I'm like a human music box
I run my mouth a mile a minute
(faster than i run around the track reciting rap words)
Oh, I could do this forever..
I wish i had i microphone right now
I'd be lying if i said I could afford you
But may consider playing with a foreigner
Cause i've been up so long
My monster likes to play with boys and
Make the bass go down below where
Once I get a hold of things
You've got another hot ones on your hands
I've another record under my belt
But now I've got no time to bark about
Wanting a dog and a daughter
But none of the responsibility or
Going through all the trouble to find her a father
I'm still holding a fart in.
Reaally–cause–it's been a really long time.
WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT A LONG TIME, JIMMY FALLON??
Um a lot! You literally just saw me make the journey all the way up from nothing.
I don't have time to fight with you Jiimmy Fallon.
I did NOT write these games by myself you know?!
Um, excuse me– “GAMES” ?!
Uh, I've only got one game with you in it, my friend.
One game that I've written with the Great–formerly LATE Jimmy Fallon.
Is that like a play on words cause i'm on late night TV
YOu'RE ON ALL THE TIME TV, JIMMY. NBC SHIT IS PRACTICALLY AUTOMATICALLY SYNDICATED.
Hold on, I think i've got it
yOu still haven't got all the monsters and sprites
Ive got all the big ones, but the little ones are harder to catch.
Yeah, but cute, though, right.
lol . so what does this thing look like.
Well, that't the thing about the monsters and sprites.
It's alright, it's alright–he's nice.
No, it's a monster. He's just scary.
God, it took me ages to find you.
Tell me about it. I'm still trying.
We've been expecting you for a long time.
You were expecting I'd die?
So when she says she's “married to the music…”
I'm married to the music.
Yo, honestly if you een want to talk to this bitch, you'd better have like a musical instrument, or a mic in your hands,
making appearances in my abletons
I'm not able to comprehend or understand exactly the message,
But the evidence sire is mounting
Trying to get it to gether
I'm way too tired for a remix;
All i really want is some fries that are french
And some thighs that are thick
Pick up up like chopped sticks
—And just like that, I felt the space time continuum shatter from under me— nothing I could do was right or wrong, but nothing felt more wrong than what had already been done to begin with; lessons learned are lessons learned; and without wanting a good night or good use go to waste, I knew to take the plunge when the workweek was over and mission accomplished; my song had been played by another DJ; mixed in so deliciously with what was intended that I knew by then for certain I was on a journey, and every happening was worth it for me as long as I had a comfortable place to sleep; I was all I needed, never alone but only surrounded of reflections of my own being.
For the first time in almost a week I knew what day it was; or at least what day was coming;I was lost at last but never gone from light—though not knowing if I belonged to Love.
I said I would write about it.
You wanna let me live it first? Should I?
These are all your triads.
This was the longest trip ever.
It was all the whole thing.
Getting real close to the edge now,
I gotta go it alone I suppose, now it's a long road from
Or plan my life, and stand…
I run around with a target painted on my back, if you have to ask,
...I don't remember...butI used to know.
Remember when you drugged this birchbark
And there they were, and there they went.
There was a love so sweet and kind
That each time they were to pass one another,
Sweeping and swooning would not want
Why do you always do this?!
Not immune; just tolerant.
[hit in face with glowing pin]
Let me on the decks. Sir!
Do you think you are ready for this?
It got out of control, I'm sorry
All's my life I hat ti fight!!!
You've been acknowledged.
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