A flashback episode,season 1
Veronica Moises is an extremely attractive young starlett, known in entertainment for her sexually aggressive attitude, especially towards men of power–after turning her down, Veronica fires back from being rejected by planting a seed in Katie's mind, suggesting that she ‘the camera man caught us” and urgent her to check the tapes–however, without the audio, as the microphones were off, Catherine mistakes Veronica and Patrick's gestures as infidelity, and after Patrick returns home, Catherine, in a wine-fueled and drunken rage, ejects Patrick from their home, and as he is captured upon the townhome's doorstep, stil scolded by Katherine (Catherine?) *check notes*,
Well, he does call her Katie, right?
So it must have been Katherina
It was actually Katherina, and was changed to Katherine
But couldn't Katherine have changed, then, to Catherine?
YES. She's a very important character, we almost actually can sympathize with this person.
For WHAT? She's listed as an antagonist in the first season.
SECONDARY Antagonist, cause that other lady.
Her name isn't Karen, she's just A Karen…
And how does Esha go from receptionist–
Whatever. How did this bitch go from working at Starbucks to hosting her own Television series.
Since when did she work at Starbucks?!
I don't know! I haven't written that part, yet!
I thought for sure Goldberg would pull us out of this.
Doctor Goldberg! Doctor Goldberg!
Fuck. If i write this I'm dead.
If I don't write this, i'm dead.
–Patrick's daughter watches in awe from the bottom window of their townhome, though she is supposed to be sleeping, more than likely the cause of his spiral than actually being thrown out of his home–the eyes of his daughter watching he and Katherine
Are we sticking with Katherina, then?
–argue sets him off into his own drunken rampage, as he rents an opulent suite and for the first time in his life, hires a companion to accompany his drug-fueled backhanded
google , synonyms for revenge….
I like Requital, but let's see what best suits Patrick's rampage.
This dude is a bleeding heart.
I fed my soul instead of burning my body for once
Run, would you, offhand for someone
Not only do I not qualify, but
Alright, I have no alibi.
What would you like, Ivy?
A fast one! like – A kawasaki.
Yo, I fucked hobo Johnson in a bathroom stall at some festival in my dream once, and that guy was like an adonis.
But let's be fair, i've fucked deadmau5 way more times both sleeping and in my waking life, than anybody–and that includes the father of my children.
Alright, i'm calling it off.
No, the stipulations surrounding the engagement.
Not with those hands, she isn't!
How many talismans is that?
CUT BACK TO: [THE TV PEOPLE]
[KATHERINE slams the door]
[KATHERINE CONTINUES YELLING FROM THE PARLOR (UPSTAIRS WINDOW)]
Lol that is some New York-y shit–
Yeah, if you're in a neighborhood that doesn't have bars on the window
This fancy ass shit, right here
Yeah, my luxury apartment with paper thin walls and paper mache exterior made so cost effectively that the traffic alone gives me whatever disgusting trash disease is plaguing the rest of this city's inhabitants.
[I haven't made my bed for like 3 days straight and my room is not clean. This is bizarre to me, besides the fact that I'm basically still writing as if I might actually find gainful employment with this–
I'm pretty sure at this point, it's just divinity, all of which will be
[SKYROCKETED TO LITERAL FAME BY MEANS OF A VERY IMAGINARY, METAPHORICAL KITE]
Devastating to kill myself without seeing any of this stuff actually published.
HOW DO I EMBED MY SUICIDE LETTER ONTO MY WEBPAGE.
IS THAT INCLUDED IN MY FREE TRIAL?!
Which Elohim? The singer or–
Tell the one about the wedding ring.
Your kids are sleeping. Try not to wake them up!
Technically, this line doesn't make sense, and Katherine is simply trying to be flippant, however, she does, as often so, get the last words–as Patrick spots his eldest (read: favorite) child, poking her head out from below, where however her mother cannot see her, but Patrick can, and is clearly made ashamed of his presence, locked out and on the doorstep of his own home, leaving afterward in a calm and disgraced rage, as not to further disturb his daughter; this initial occurrence can, at the very least for the audience be seen as Hazel's reason for such obstinate aggression and rebellion towards her mother, especially as the series progresses.
Patrick then lashes out against Veronica, ultimately swearing to have her blacklisted from the entertainment industry, to which her egotistic response only allows Patrick's more deviant shadow to become awakened, his response something along the lines of…
Wait, what was that conversation?
You'll never work in this town again.
Well, lucky for me, I'm more fond of the Hollywood life.
You think my reach doesn't extend across the country since its on the only arm that hasn't been up your ass?
yeah , something like that–but i've got classic deadmau5 on trying to soothe my way into filling out my divorce papers for hopefuly the last time–but we'll see how far I get– and I'll be lucky to be divorced before being stuck in that bullshit causes a forfiture to my own life by suicide–but i'd be damned if everything I'd ever written automatically belonged by half to my only living son's father, and perhaps I had become the devil and the only real villain if it meant being so selfish as such that I would rather leave my son nothing at all in the event of my death, than have anything more I'd created end up in his father's clutches. I would rather die alone than return to the hands by which I died and crumbled.
Yes. But not a wifebeater.
“The Oldest Souls In New York”
I don't have a heart, I have a fist, and a gun
I don't have to look but once, to know
The blow was so low below the belt
I had hoped not to bury the hatchet
or tie the astronaut to the dog,
Click, click motherfucker
Getting older by the moment
Strawberry Patches and management
Haven't you had enough of the good stuff?
A starburst, Ali, is all that I wanted
All you wanted was done
If i put this all out, it's a pulitzer,
All in the same award show
Another old and lost broken soul in New York
I lost a lot more than one,
I got you an interview on Fallon.
I'm not doin' Fallon. That dude is weird.
You're doing it. IT's PR for your next album.
By the way–Have you picked a title yet?
No, I mean–for the album.
Oh yeah, my friends are comin over later, too. Hehe. you racist basta'd.
That's the album title: It's NIGGAZ.
Hold on, i got something in my throat that's almost vomit,
But i'm gonna ball it up into a love note or poetic whatever or something so i don't hurl
All you are is a punching bag,
and a bullet wound waiting to happen
I'm at least half of a man,
And wind up cleaning bathrooms
Rather than wining and dining
Drying the eyes that I cried for you
Some ungodly reason, if it's
Some Unholy war that got us
Curtailing my words rather carefully
Looking in mirrors, aware of you
If the world that you wanted
Was so far from what's wanted
I can't! My hands are tied!
That's – not what I meant.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL
Everyone is perfect, and huge
But more on the atrocious expectations of man later
And why my God apparently fucking hates me so much
That my body might not ever see the sun.
What in the fuck does Skrillex even DO on the red carpet?
Isn't that dude like 4'11?
Does he just show up and have to look up at everybody, like
Or do they run it like elementary school,
Then all the pop stars and disney kids…
Wait, those are the same people
There's only like 20 names on the A list
And like 5 of them Rotate.
like 5 seconds after your first Grammy–
I guess that's like “15 minutes”
Or Nobody can ever forget you,
Cause you're Billie Ellish,
And literally every other grammy award ever made is like
Made specifically, just for you.
Meanwhile i'm over here wondering what the fuck kind of favor Jimmy Fallon put in with the Heavens
To get this many entries in The Festival Project™
(Almost as much as Skrillex)
FUck dude, I just want to try that trifruit jam I made on the organic sourdough bread I have, but I haven't been to the gym today– and I'm teetering on rest day, or just getting it in super hard until I still die of sexual starvation anyway, cause–
How the fuck do you be that tall anyway?
What are you doing up there?!
I'm reading Russell Brand's Booky Wookie
And it might as well just be
Every male celebrity's bookie wookie
Cause who wouldn't go out and et the maximum amount of pussy with like
Umpteen million fucking dollars?!
“The Scribe of all Times”
They say you had a show today at 14th street.
Hover here, for a second.
{older guys being older guys)
The horribly awesome bad Australian accent
Mfuck man. I don't know how the fuck to be Iimmy Fallon!
I'm so fucking dead for this.
OKOKOKIHATETHISFUCKINGPIECEOFSHITJOB—
*shoots with a tranq dart*
*falls onto bean bag chair, sleeps*
This can't be accurate, or anything, is it?
It is…it's…extremely accurate.
Your Wikipedia just told me everything I needed to know.
I did. I read her page first.
And the Grammy award goes to..
This goes in the COMEDY category.
Look, I've been praying a lot about this
I knew everything on your Wikipedia page about you before I even read it,
OH FUCK. I've got to get out of here.
The Illuminati offered me like
1 million dollars to wreck your marriage
There should be some crazy fine ass hoes and cumsluts on approach if that's like—
What you wanted, or whatever.
FUCK THIS JIMMY FALLON MOTHERFUCKER
JUST GET HIM WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS
Oh, that shut you up, didn't it?
Okay, so there's the impenetrable ten—
Cause I couldn't hold off
Somewhere I'm still homeless
And lost as I always was but
Look, just use this for music.
This is a toxic relationship.
Do you really want this again?
Right now all I want is some drugs
And a boyfriend who loves me
My trust is all fucked up
[insert inflammatory drunkenly racist rant here]
It's gonna be a long night, hon.
You might want to run more
And don't be so remarkable
So Justin Timberlake is your friend, huh
Britney Spears is my best friend
That now I'm just washed up
His for the better, however
And mine for the worse, I fear
For better or worse, they said
For better or worse, they said
Ii hope you learned your lesson
—Your soulmate is Skrillex.
Well, just like the rest of them
But this shit gets haunting
This apprenticeship isn't going to be easy, you know…
Alright, Jim-Boy—you got this.
It already is hard, on my heart.
That's what I've been trying to tell you—-
Will require you to love with boundlessness, beyond limitation—- unconditionally, with no expectation.
I already hadn't any expectations regarding [Redacted] . Besides— he's married.
—No expectations whatsoever.
I've noticed your nonconformity and intention to mass appeal, actually.
I'm telling you, this is a dangerous man.
A weaponized person, you see.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
—What did you do, actually?
and so we share a middle ground, I think
It appears, however, though,
My focus is here, suddenly.
Are you in any way miserable, at all, sire?
(They're all miserable, when they get to me, actually.)
You started a war with my heart
Then put some water on it
Sons and daughters of the alter,
Father figures and celebrities,
We are gathered here today,
To finally rest in peace,
It's not a real church! They're just Catholics.
What the fuck Jimmy Fallon is this.
You know, I've got them all gathered up here,
I don't have time for this.
I gotta get rid of all this Jimmy Fallon before…
You know we're at war, here,
With each other and ourselves
And kick out your husbands, kids!
Will she kill herself again?
Is an extention of the infinite Skrillifiles, most notably due to its conjunction within the enter the multiverse and legends franchises, as the infinite multiverses begin to more consistently intersect eith one another, creating continuity within the plots of each series respectively, and collectively combining eventually into a singularity in which the fictional SKRILLEX and the fictitious JIMMY FALLON, both established as extremely gifted extraterrestrial shapeshifters, possibly even of some, if even distant relation, due to their shared aviary hereditary ancestry and notable presence in the shared collective consciousness pre existence, which extends throughout the duration of the Ascension series, and appearing within nearly every subsidiary in some way shape or form within each series, playing either protagonists, or sometimes even exaggerated antagonists, caricatures of each other or themselves, or sometimes even playing themselves, and therefore one another, creating a soft of chaotic confusion
Lol— I'm typing this with one finger cause I have a palm full of shea butter in my hand.
—amongst the audience, and other characters—almost invariably and distinctly being as undetectably as possible, one another, at some point/- reflectively at any given time within the series.
Nothing, you're just a bird right now, actually, Jimmy.
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