[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

Loyalty,

Respect for the family

Honor to the matriarch,

And understanding of the father,

Whoever you are

Off of it,

For now, at least

A thoughtful subject

Willing to do anything and all

For the sake of the artform

Your hearts and your secrets are

Acknowledged,

I am honorable, trustworthy

And safe, you see

You really think I'd risk your reputation and put the future of my career in jeopardy?

I thought maybe—

Well, do me a favor—don't think at all

But especially of me

[The cream of the crop

Will rise to the top.]

All rise,

All I'm craving on Passover is

Things that rise up, like I oughtta

But I just bought a prescription

Full of omissions and admissions

A ticket to watch the policy reform

Or something,

I'm sure if imm watching closely I could

Probably find

I'm being brought up

And hung over board

Like I ought to be

I'm sorry,

But also bored,

Of him

And myself,

Sure there's a forward in my book for them all

Who wasn't there when I walked across the hall

To the commencement ceremony

Case adjourned or dismissed

As ridiculous as the algorithm its

As easy as it is just for

Forget it all, and move on from this

Polish up my trophies

I don't want a dog

Or no one to love me

Ever again

Honestly

Yo, dude, the truth is

I love music, Jews

And short stories

Whoever wrote em

Poems, and sure—

Your body's disgusting,

But beyond that,

You've had a fascinating personality

And fat ass

Since the very beginning

My friends, lovers and misterssses

All gallivant and rant about you

Give you attention

It's just another dick,

Another lesson

Another flatline, and after that

Was nothing

Where I went back to the dimension

Where I fear the electricity and cooking gas has no

Phantom,

It's actually random how bad it is,

The reverence for television

Another addiction

Or a magic trick

Another rabbit,

It comes and and it passes,

Thank god for that, though

I'd had it with him

Now, back to Patrick—

I like his attitude, actually

“Dammit”

Says Dillon Francis,

I was almost out of it,

Now I'm back in it again

“Yes” I said to him

“But differently”

This time,

I only pay attention to his

Filmography

Instead of his geography, genetics,

Latest releases and his girlfriend

Cause let's face it

I still hate that shady demon

But hey, I made the game up

So o guess you could say

I'm finally playing it

SUNNI BLŪ

Look at my dick!

I'm pitching a tent

Come sit on this!

Attention!

I'll pay you rent!

Let's get dinner!

Are you into this?

I got dentures!

Insurance on bitches

Suicide doors make you

Deathwish

If you do not get on my guest list!

(SYRUP)

Fuck man, I gotta get rid of this thing!

What is it?!

I don't know yet!

I got a hoe-y

Named Zoe

When my wifey ain't home

She come over and know me

Woah

Come over and blow me

Got another named Chloe

Don't know where my home is

Nope!

But I know how a hoe gets

Don't pick up the phone,

That's I no

I got problems

Just get her a Benz, yo

That makes more sense, bro

I'm coming down I got

Benzos all on my adderall

This isn't fun at all

I'm a superstar

I need a trip to the moon and back

For what.

I don't know.

There's something up there.

James cannon is an action hero line none other— and that's because there are so many of them, and yet

I'm James cannon

None of them look the same.

James cannon?

I'm-James Cannon,

Sir!

What is it?

I'm James cannon!

The complex collective is committed to serving the independent artist community by providing a safe and welcoming environment, performance opportunities, rehearsal spaces, and outlets in which they can grow, enhance their skills and master their craft, and create bonds with one another, by providing a community and protecting the mental health, promoting health, fitness, and wellbeing, while committing to improving the livelihoods of struggling artists by means of providing access to clean, organic nutrition, (The Starving Artist Foundation temporary emergency shelter and resources for battered women (Off The Map), and allowing safe, tech-free and low-tech spaces, chill out rooms, light and sound therapy during winter, and seasonal theatre productions, live showcases, and art exhibits and installations by at-risk, homeless, independent and full time artists committed to the passionate pursual of their unique dreams and goals, in every artistic endeavor imaginable.

The complex collective is open to writers, musicians, graphic and visual artists, filmmakers, fashion designers, spiritual enthusiasts, world travelers, and others seeking a safe space to bond, heal, and create through collaboration, exploration, and self improvement.

Created as a warehouse project based in Brooklyn New York, The Complex Collective as a non profit seeks to encompass a large warehouse space which will serve as a multi-use facility which includes a kitchen and food pantry, dance floor/event space, black box theatre, cafe/ small stage, fitness spaces (Yoga/Dance) Boxing Club, and media room designed to open the minds of artists to a bustling Mecca of creativity and opportunity. The space will be used to hold flea markets, host seminars, community meetings, and lectures, as well as provide an operational and practical multimedia space to screen films, stage plays, musicals, and other theatrical productions, as well as host musical events and artists, such as DJs and live bands, poetry readings, dance recitals and other community geared events.

You smell like a dental office.

Must be my oral fixations.

You look like you wear dentures.

Okay, really?

–But nice ones.

You're a dead man, Fallon.

Have you visited your algorithm lately?

I'm not afraid of you!

[the man shoots a member of his own team]

Now are you afraid?

I'm more, concerned, actually— worried, maybe.

You should probably be afraid.

What, “probably”?

Don't get smart with me, I'll end you.

I'm not smart, I'm funny.

Uh, okay?

And you're not gonna shoot me, you know why?

Who said I was gonna shoot you?

[a moment of tension arises, FALLON gulps nervously, but doesn't back down, keeping eye contact with his captor]

That was my friend. I shot him.

That was your friend? You have friends?!

I HAVE FRIENDS,

I have the FRIENDS spec!

I have the kind of friends you're gonna need, Fallon; cause what I'm gonna do to you—you're gonna wish I'd just shot ya.

Turns out when I make wishes—they come true.

Nice.

Alright, Fallon or Leno.

What.

You have to pick

It's not even—that's—

Come on!

Aaaaahhh— Leno.

WHAT.

YES.

DAMMIT.

Alright. Next:

Call on me, would ya?!

Fallon, Or Kimmel?

Whaaaaaaaaat.

Come on.

You gotta pick, man.

Jesus [expletive] Christ.

Kimmel.

Are you serious.

Yippie.

Alright.

Now.

[explotive] me, man.

Fallon or O'Brian.

Don't do this to me.

Oh, come on man.

It's a death match. You have to—

Alright, alright— fine—

You leave Fallon alone.

Fuck off, I do what I want.

It was supposed to have been different.

You should have thought about that, before wishing so hard to be on the television

Here's a visual of your simulation

Hatred, assimilation of the nations latest migration

A rampant attack on

American integrity

At least have some respect,

For the rest of us

You don't go to someone's house after basically being invited

Whatever, they more just stormed in like

WE ARE COMING IN HERE

And you're like

That's fine, just—

You can earn your keep, just don't

*THROWING TRASH*

*PLAYING ONNOXIOUS LOUD MUSIC*

*HAVING 90 disrespectful ass kids*

Okay, that's…

Okay.

It's fine, just don't

*BREAKS EVERYTHING*

*facepalm*

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

“How Patty Met Kandi”

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?

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?

DOES IT MATTER?

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.

Who, Karen?

Her name isn't Karen, she's just A Karen…

What is her name?

Idk.

And how does Esha go from receptionist–

Secretary.

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!

FUCK

FUCK.

FUCK!

I thought for sure Goldberg would pull us out of this.

Doctor Goldberg! Doctor Goldberg!

WHAT! I'm BUSY.

My Proctor…

What, Ishii?

You must see…

Fuck.

Fuck. If i write this I'm dead.

Take my hand–

Fuck that.

If I don't write this, i'm dead.

FFUCK!

Two F's on that.

It's a sharp fuck

FUCK.

Then what's that?

That's a hard fuck.

What's the difference?

FUCK, man!

*shrugs*

Somethin'.

Episode Summary:

–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?

Katherine.

Whatever, yeah.

Alright. Fine.

–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….

Requital or Retribution?

I like Requital, but let's see what best suits Patrick's rampage.

This dude is a bleeding heart.

Or half of one, at best.

We like Patrick.

No, we love Patrick.

Everyone does.

Too close for comfort,

And too far to talk

I fed my soul instead of burning my body for once

A luck of the draw,

A call of the cards,

Is the ace of wands

It's Wednesday,

But feels like Sunday

Run, would you, offhand for someone

Not only do I not qualify, but

Alright, I have no alibi.

I lied.

I died that night.

Finally, a truce.

What would you like, Ivy?

Hmm

Buy me a motorcycle.

A motorcycle, really?

Yes, i'd like that.

Really? What kind?

A fast one! like – A kawasaki.

OWW–

Shut up, Frank.

Alright.

WHo the FUCK is FRANK.

Yo, I fucked hobo Johnson in a bathroom stall at some festival in my dream once, and that guy was like an adonis.

You what.

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.

Explain to me this part.

Which part.

Alright, i'm calling it off.

THe engagement?

No, the stipulations surrounding the engagement.

WHO'S DRIVING THIS?

IT'S IN AUTOPILOT.

Sir, i've lost control.

That's what you think.

PATRICK:

KATIE, WAIT.

KATHERINE:

KATHERINA?

NO, it'S KATHERINE.

PERIOT.

BEFORE:

WHOOPI GOLDBERG

I'm a “mimick”

Not with those hands, she isn't!

How many talismans is that?

Looks like

FACTS:

That's a magician!

Good cover, though.

WOAH, WOAH, WOAH.

Not yet, Joe. Not yet.

“The New YOrkisode”

CUT BACK TO: [THE TV PEOPLE]

PATRICK:

KATIE! WAIT–

[KATHERINE slams the door]

PATRICK (CONT'D)

KATIE!

[KATHERINE CONTINUES YELLING FROM THE PARLOR (UPSTAIRS WINDOW)]

Lol that is some New York-y shit–

Yelling out the window

Yeah, if you're in a neighborhood that doesn't have bars on the window

Or like–

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–

Creativity, is it?

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.

Excuse me.

IS THAT INCLUDED IN MY FREE TRIAL?!

ELOHIM

Oh, my God.

Which Elohim? The singer or–

GOD ALMIGHTY

AH, MY GOD.

Tell the one about the wedding ring.

*lols infinitely*

KATHERINE:

Your kids are sleeping. Try not to wake them up!

PATRICK:

They're our kids…

KATHERINE:

That's what you think…

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?

Something like

PATRICK

You'll never work in this town again.

VERONICA

Well, lucky for me, I'm more fond of the Hollywood life.

PATRICK

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.

Patrick's an asshole.

Yes. But not a wifebeater.

Correct.

‘Tis true.

Shall we?

We shall.

“The Oldest Souls In New York”

Now, Go:

I don't have a heart, I have a fist, and a gun

I don't have the dirt,

But a shovel and a bird

I don't have to look but once, to know

Two times, twice,

Three times,

It's done

My soul is older,

But I want to know you,

Sit on your show

Just across from this

Donovan, dove

or Jack Doughnogy,

Lick me a doughnut

So awful, my last action

Is Jack Canon

On James Cameron

And

Poor little Nancy

Who never was

Poverty stricken at all

Or a poet

The blow was so low below the belt

I had hoped not to bury the hatchet

or merry the knot

or tie the astronaut to the dog,

Click, click motherfucker

I'm onto all of you

Hello,

You ugly motherfucker

I'm an ugly motherfucker

Getting older by the moment

SENATOR

Hello, is this Fallon?

No, this is Patick.

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

All i wanted was

Aliocha back

Now Alidoja runs ghost;

If i put this all out, it's a pulitzer,

Tony,

And Oscar

All in the same award show

Another old and lost broken soul in New York

I love God

But fuck money

I lost a lot more than one,

Just a dollar

MANAGER

I got you an interview on Fallon.

SUNNI BLU

I'm not doin' Fallon. That dude is weird.

MANAGER

You're doing it. IT's PR for your next album.

SUNNI BLU

Whateva.

MANAGER

By the way–Have you picked a title yet?

SUNNI BLU

Yeah, I'm The President.

MANAGER

No, I mean–for the album.

SUNNI BLU

Oh yeah. It's NIGGAZ.

MANAGER (kind of afraid)

–Where?!

SUNNI BLU

Oh yeah, my friends are comin over later, too. Hehe. you racist basta'd.

MANAGER

I mean wait. What?

SUNNI BLU

That's the album title: It's NIGGAZ.

MANAGER

You chose the name

SUNNI BLU

Watch it…

MANAGER

(using heavy quotes)

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,

If I dress up in drag,

Despise all I can't have

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

All up in shambles

Your name upon Dollars

I'm closing my curtains

Curtailing my words rather carefully

Looking in mirrors, aware of you

Beware of this woman

Aware of the wolf

If the world that you wanted

Was so far from what's wanted

I might as well jump

From the stop sign

I bought

At the Art walk.

That should do it.

Man, fuck Jimmy Fallon.

I can't! My hands are tied!

That's – not what I meant.

FOOTBALL (EN ESPANOL)

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL

GOAT:

I'm Skrillex.

lol celebrities.

Everyone is perfect, and huge

Well, the women are tiny

But also some are huge–

And still tiny.

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

“Hey”

Or do they run it like elementary school,

Shortest to tallest

ok:

Sonny, you go first

Then all the pop stars and disney kids…

Wait, those are the same people

Hold up.

There's only like 20 names on the A list

And like 5 of them Rotate.

What's that like?

Nobody remembers you

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,

Or Taylor Swift,

And literally every other grammy award ever made is like

Made specifically, just for you.

What's that like?

What's that world?

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)

Almost,

But not

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 the fuck is “5'11?”

WHY are you that TALL?

WHAT do you DO up there?

What are you doing up there?!

WHAT'S up there to SEE.

Meanwhile, i'm like

5'7 masquerading as 5'4

Cause, you know–

Skrillex.

Meanwhile,

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?!

Am i right, or am I just

DYing of celibacy?

“Jimmy Fallon's Alibi”

And other short stories

By

Story Lord

As Told By

CCS Stone

“The Scribe of all Times”

They say you had a show today at 14th street.

Couldn't have been me!

I was out—

Uh—

Sick.

Can't find him anywhere.

He's gone.

GONE.

Look, I'm just gonna

Hover here, for a second.

Goddammit, Jimmy Fallon!

Fallon, you idiot.

Come with me.

No:

Don't say that.

I need new interns!

Why!

Make sure they're—

Like— guys.

(Guys being guys)

Ugh. Okay. Look—

Just make them—

Like—more mature?

Smarter?

I don't know

{older guys being older guys)

Ugh.

You're losing at this.

I know. I can feel it.

WHERES JIMMY FALLON

I DKNT MNOW

JUST KILL HIM.

Look, he's probably.

Found him.

Are you sure?

What tipped you off?

The horribly awesome bad Australian accent

Fuck this nigga up.

WHERE IS IT

AND WE'RE ON IN 5…

Mfuck man. I don't know how the fuck to be Iimmy Fallon!

(Yes you do)

Just—

Do an impression!

Of WHO

Of Jimmy Fallon!

Uhhhhhhhh—-

I'm so fucking dead for this.

Can it, would you.

OKOKOKIHATETHISFUCKINGPIECEOFSHITJOB—

CHAOSMAGICK.

Aww. I love your mom.

She's awesome.

Here's some snacks.

Awww.

Yay. Moms.

Yay.

She's awesome.

Sometimes.

But uhh—who's your dad.

*ploof*

PILLOW FIIIIIIIIGHTTTT!

*shoots with a tranq dart*

Nice.

Ahahaha… *drinks harder*

Haha…

*falls onto bean bag chair, sleeps*

…hasaahhh.

Holy shit.

Okay idk what the fuck—

This can't be accurate, or anything, is it?

It is…it's…extremely accurate.

Okay, Jimmy Fallon

Okay, God—

Your Wikipedia just told me everything I needed to know.

You can thank my wife

I did. I read her page first.

And the Grammy award goes to..

*plz let it be me*

NOT. You

Wait…

I can…

I just realized

This goes in the COMEDY category.

Oh, fucking —SHIT.

This is fucked up.

This—is accurate.

Look, I've been praying a lot about this

I guess so much that

Jimmy

What's up.

I knew everything on your Wikipedia page about you before I even read it,

Which must mean—

OH FUCK. I've got to get out of here.

The Illuminati offered me like

1 million dollars to wreck your marriage

And I said no, but

I love you anyway—

And your family,

So—

Whatever,

Hope it works out.

There should be some crazy fine ass hoes and cumsluts on approach if that's like—

What you wanted, or whatever.

Please GOD—

Just make it STOP!

FUCK THIS JIMMY FALLON MOTHERFUCKER

JUST GET HIM WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS

WHATEVER HE WANTS, just

GIVE IT TO HIM.

PLEASE.

Jesus CHRIST.

“Yeshua”

Huh.

What.

Oh, that shut you up, didn't it?

What happened?

Okay, so there's the impenetrable ten—

Alright alright

Apparently these 5 dudes

[5 GUYS]

I TOLD YOU IT WAS

SHH. Be quiet.

K

It's like

Breakfasts in bed stuff

And back rubs

And

Bathtubs

Long getaways on islands

Where

I'm sure nobody knows us

And I hope it holds up,

Cause I couldn't hold off

Somewhere I'm still homeless

And lost as I always was but

Hey,

That's music

Someone must be

Something somewhere

Something something

I'm sure of it,

I'm sure I was

— one of her muses?

Look, just use this for music.

Well, he…is amusing.

He's obnoxious.

This is a toxic relationship.

Do you want this?

Do you really want this again?

Right now all I want is some drugs

And a boyfriend who loves me

I don't do husbands

For nothing

My trust is all fucked up

And plus

GYM JIMMY FALLON

I don't do black girls.

I hate them.

Noted.

Anyway.

My times up.

Want this job?

Uhh?

[insert inflammatory drunkenly racist rant here]

Fuck this dude.

Okay, woah.

Okay—

See ya in New York.

WhT.

The Mafia is coming.

Don't you mean the mob?

Go…fuck yourself.

It—Woah. Okay.

T. Hanks

Here's a dollar.

Oh shit:

Tacos

$1

Lights on

I told you

It's gonna be a long night, hon.

You might want to run more

I don't though.

Alright, so just

Run for cover

Adjust,

And don't be so remarkable

As to summon up

Another God

To your Alter

So Justin Timberlake is your friend, huh

Oh those eyes

That's so—

Blinding

Well, that sucks, cause

Britney Spears is my best friend

And my worst nightmare

Like

Everything I wanted to

And should have been

Beautiful, scrawny,

Talented and gorgeous

And yet somehow also

Obnoxiously burdened

By so much being wanted

That now I'm just washed up

And wasted by sunup

To sundown

Now how's that sound?

H—inin..

Hi

See,

[Redacted]'s wife

Controls all our lives

His life and mine;

His for the better, however

And mine for the worse, I fear

For better or worse, they said

Year after year

For better or worse, they said

Year after year

I want a divorce, I said

I wouldn't hear it

The cycle of toxicity

Stops here with me

Hear ye!

Here ye!

Court is now in session

Hear ye

Here he

Ii hope you learned your lesson

Here he

Here

Designer children,

—Do you want this?

Here ye—

I hear ye!

—Your soulmate is Skrillex.

Well, just like the rest of them

The oceans of oceans of

Ocean eyed blondes

That I also love

But this shit gets haunting

Like mm—

(daunting)

Why would he

Or anybody

Want me?

This apprenticeship isn't going to be easy, you know…

Break her heart, Jim!

Alright, Jim-Boy—you got this.

It already is hard, on my heart.

That's what I've been trying to tell you—-

This—

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 astonished, really.

I'm telling you, this is a dangerous man.

—my God, just beautiful.

A weaponized person, you see.

I do see.

Weaponized by beauty.

He's just beautiful.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

What wouldn't you do?

—What did you do, actually?

—What didn't we?

We share a middle name,

and so we share a middle ground, I think

I found—

Something I can't have,

But want

Distractions,

This one has it all.

Go that way!

It appears, however, though,

My focus is here, suddenly.

Why.

I don't know.

Are you in any way miserable, at all, sire?

(They're all miserable, when they get to me, actually.)

I need peace with this.

Dearly beloved,

We are dearly departed,

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,

Posthumously

Amen

Amen.

You may be seated.

Father!

My child.

Please!

What is it?

Come quickly!

Oh shit, what the fuck.

Shhh! Not in the church!

It's not a real church! They're just Catholics.

SHHHH.

Come on:

What the fuck Jimmy Fallon is this.

You know, I've got them all gathered up here,

At your alter.

pew-pew-pew

Haha, get it.

Very funny, God

Look, you got this.

Not now, imagination.

I don't have time for this.

I gotta get rid of all this Jimmy Fallon before…

I'm gonna kill that kid.

Fuck, man.

Well, you started it—

You know we're at war, here,

We're at work here

With each other and ourselves

The Hell comes from

Stardust above us

Neither or nor

Forever or awkward

The charm that undoes,

Then

Comes up as

The Impossible

Sweet and sour

Patches and pick up,

Lick up your weapons,

And kick out your husbands, kids!

God the Judge has come

Once and for all,

To the pulpit

Will she kill herself again?

Or finally publish

[The Festival Project ™]

“The Fallon Files”

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.

Lol.

—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.

Line?

Nothing, you're just a bird right now, actually, Jimmy.

—looking like Jimmy?

Yes, but

[Aviary behavior]

—but maybe “Skrillex?”

Up to you, actually.

[The Appraisal of the Shapeshifted Ascended Mastery, Transcended, INC. ]

And alternate titles…

The Jimmy Fallon Effect

The Unrequittance of Jimmy Fallon

The Jimmy Fallon Disaster

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

The shock put me into immediate overload, which caused me to power down my phone for the night, only reaching for it once sure It was something I had to write about, and certainly it was, as I hollowed out the nearly extinct cantaploupe in the kitchen sink, sure that I was doomed, after once again some satanic force had ended my only income, possessing my short lived employer with its usual antics—lovebombing, then hating me—and worse making me hate myself, so much so that in had retreated into none other than the likes of binge watching 30 Rock, which was at the very least almost a laugh, in the worst of moods, but at least somewhat high enough spirits, that I could cope—until, that is, I noticed, something particularly odd about Conan O'Brien during his cameo appearance—odd, meaning, surprising, at least, that is—as he seemed to stand a full head over Alec Baldwin, who I always thought seemed particularly large… and so, at best, curiosity began to kill the cat—and kill the cat it did.

Google, How Tall Is Conan O'Brien?

GOOGLE

He's 6'4

Oh, wow, that's ridi—

GOOGLE

—and [Redacted] is 6'.

OH.

Fuck.

Oops.

GOOGLE CON'D

I knew you were wondering.

FUCK.

Thanks alot Google.

I had been curious, but wouldn't dare ask, and it had been by complete and total accident that I had gandered at such an atrocity as to what I had already suspected—this [Redacted] person was and had always been, by the hands of God, and exquisitely perfect man.

Perfectly ideal, that is, no less of a comforting gesture, in that the sudden onset and rampant attraction which had flattened the collection of scene and stories written in, for and about [Redacted], into an atrocity of parables and incomprehensible anagrams, analogies, and allegories— no such a world I might belong to at all, for if [Redacted] was at all not the man that I had hoped, certainly also I was not the woman I had hoped in any way at all that there would be sense in any of it; The sunken hole in my stomach where my soul used to rest sunk heavily, a gesture which could only mean to move on, and write something else. Perhaps a scene which had been rolling around in my head for some weeks, so incomplete and with consistent interruption that I worked whether or not it could or should be written—but there it is again.

‘Fuck, now I know he has a huge dick'

Standard rules and messaging rates may apply:

Ū/SUPACREE

You're a miserable son of a bitch, do you know that?

JIMMY FALLON/THE COSMIC AVENGER

I know that.

The aliases have been captured, and are handcuffed with their arms above their heads, back to back, as to keep them from using their powers to break free.

You're making me nervous.

It's not like I'm going to do anything.

Here, fishy.

Ooh.

Don't bite this. ⚠️

…

You're a shark,

I'm Chum in the water

No fat bitches

I must have scared you off

For certain

A Jack o lantern

A Jack of all trades

A mad hatter

An alchemist

Some

Scientific recollections

On

The theory of genetic attraction

It must be time to find a man

The chaos, destruction, and sadness had yet to turn to music yet but I was due at any moment to vanish without a trace into some realm where even the satanic and horrible masses that I had been tied down to could not find me, beyond that of the trolls in the parking lot adjacent to my window and the world below, I was sure that the motorcycles would bellow as I wallowed in my underwhelming polished apartment, which at least now felt somehow more like home after having to go out of it, and with all on pause as I waited to replace the cards from my wallet, seemingly long lost as I was from any hope that I might see my son again. The sadness refused to turn to music at all and instead welled up into tears in my eyes—it had been so long since I had lost something of importance that I knew something was of and wrong—making the judgement that my ex husband had tried to curse me with luck that was damaged, anytime I did well, met someone, or started to become happy without him— but, even if I was broke, I was happy without him, the only traces of him the broken and ugly battered people, racing around on motorcycles to over compensate, and of course, the women I wish I was, but could never be—his demons, also—the kind of woman he always wanted, but could never have—and of course— if there was ever a chance in hell at a perfect man, I would have to somehow become that.

I liked the Jimmy Fallon with the mullet the most.

Same.

He was the best,

Why are the rest of them like bald?

Idk.

Ishii is bald.

That's true, but, I think it was something like

Kind of in the same way Skrillex can shapeshift into anything but a regular traffic cone, Jimmy Fallon/The cosmic avenger can't clone himself—which is why he usually has like—-

No hair?!

No, it's like a weird, buzz cut or whatever

Yeah. So.

Wait.

If that's not Jimmy Fallon

Is it?

I don't know, fuck it.

311-18434268

OOOH—Fallon, you fucked up!

I didn't? I what?! I what?!

You—you know what you did.

I didn't do anything! It wasn't me!

IT WAS YOU. I KNOW YOU.

You—don't know anything.

You idiot, I know EVERYTHINT.

The jig is up!

Listen, I can explain!

No—no explaining, Jimmy Fallon!

YOU are NOT FUNNY.

I am—a comic.

YOU ARE NOT FUNNY.

I LAUGHED HARDER AT A SALAMANDAR THAN YOU.

[Salamander]

That's actually a

You know what?

That tiny fat Jimmy Fallon almost did it

Yeah, almost

Almost a laugh, eh?

Heeeh.

I mean, when it's bad, it's bad and—

Okay, I'm

Assault with a deadly weapon

Stalking

Psychological terrorism

And

My ex had a baby and nobody even told me about it

I thought that's what you wanted!

I wanted that exactly, but I wanted to at least be TOLD about it

This should do the trick

Do the trick

UGH.

THE SNEEPLEZ ARE COMING.

THE SNEEPLEZ ARE COMING

OK, what the FUCK are SNEEPLEZ?!

I don't know but

RUN

I just found out what a shmeckle was, and now i'm wondering exactly. How many of them is worth what.

don't look at me.

Okay, that kid is terrifying

Who, what—the kidd

Wait, go back, why is Fallon infinite all of a sudden.

Well, he was, and then…

DAMMIT.

What. This is your luck. Not mine. I didn't

PULL THE PLUG ON

I prepared tofu over the sautéed spinach and Brussels sprout kale medley I had made just the night before; I hadn't yet been to the gym, however, I would not go, until my Amazon package, containing the nutritional supplements and workout equipment I had ordered —falling just under a dollar short from being able to afford a new lifting pad—not evening having put together that the awful pain in my neck and shoulders might have come from my thinking that squat lifting two 45s with no protection, as I had seen some others do would do no harm—and although it had been days since I had had a ‘rest' day, it wasn't enough. According to Kylie Jenner, models often worked out 4-8 hours a day, like other athletes, and required to be 90 to 110 lbs—though I was far above age to even imagine a career as a model—I still at least wanted to become as small as possible.

First Saint James,

And now St Patrick's

It's a shame,

To play to the candid camera

I was framed, like Roger rabbit

I was blamed by bad, bad habits

It's a sister act, I tip my hat to the fans

And have none

My numbers dropped

As I scrambled at best to blame

For half of what I had yet

An internet presence

Past or present tense

The algorithm corrects

My Arcadian rhythm hasn't yet

I forget as I listen

To what always plays in the back of my head, anyway

A repetitive silence

He's got a good taste in girls,

Fascination with words,

and immortal preference for dismemberment

Embellishments

…

Interest in cryptocurrency

Where were you when I was a punk?

Either cuddled up to my mother;

Or curled up in a ball,

Trying to learn how to walk,

Just to run from her—

Or under something

Forgotten,

Had I not the lungs to call for someone to watch me

Or even a party,

A theology of sorts,

As I lost all the world's appeal

By the age of four,

When school started,

Probably

Maybe, even

The start of a fart,

Or the swirl of a thought,

Sail away,

I'm an unwelcome failure

I left [Redacted] alone,

On moral obligations, by admissions

A standard set for respect, besides my own transgressions

Expressions of love of man and animal,

Influx of output and perfectly capable of nonchalance, but not

Were the works and words of artform,

Demolished by cause of a hazard,

Wreaking havoc on lost God's

Prepare for the apocaplse,

Either by train, a fall, or by gun

Under all of the money

In The Galley

The housekeeper dremt of playing piano

But could not overcome the rotten body

The tree stump of a mother

Left to become nothing of Pocahontas

Or Pocatello

Either one, assumed of such

A potato

The moral of the story,

A new understudy

And Marlon Brando

Curiosity killed Johnny Depp

And what have you got to know

Other than to Zoom

Or assume that the hat is atop

Something or someone you want

But these star studded ones

Covered in lovers from dawn until dusk

Nothing wanted at all, besides love

Which could not be done by a man

To such a body

Summer Allfruit Jam

(Trfruit)

Come on, Jack, we don't have time for this!

I can't! I don't have any blocking for this scene!

UGH.

Fine, whatever—

[Jack Black Follows]

WHO! WHO DOES HE FOLLOW?

I don't know. Hold on.

Dammit.

You can tell by this dude's music he just knows how to fuck.

Fuck it. I'm in a weird mood anyway, should I I watch mau5's super cringey CNN interview?

Probably.

It's either that, or Fallon.

I'm not watching Fallon,

Like fucking ever.

Alright, cringey CNN it is.

I'm totally okay with feeding this obsession.

Tom Hanson

What does

Because it feeds me back.

What if the left and the right got along?

What if I showed up at my show,

In nothing but a thong?

What if I went bright

I once thought my aspirations

Were delusions of grandeur—

Once thought psychic visions as vivid hallucinations

Once thought auditory transformations as mutations,

Instead of and rather than

Musical endeavors

Once thought my proclivities

As sexual deviance

—the defiance of order,

as defined by The Order.

Worth an incognito

Who I've got to know, even

The televangelist's anthem has it—

What, like a nurse and a psychologist daughter

Thought this guy was hot

Theory of Genetic Attraction

By

Doctor CS Monroe

Quick, where did I study for my doctorate

At Harvard Law

I got a doctorate at Harvard Law School?!

Doctorate of Law

This exists, somehow, I believe

Synethetics and Multidimentional Reality:

The Algoithm Simulation Theory,

Evolved

Why!

Please don't let my dreams come true.

Really, even the dreams about Deadmau5

Well, except those—

Except that last one.

What was the last one?

He was scary.

Irish, German, and norweigien, really?

Really.

Are you sure—not even like hint of

Fuck it, it's not your face

You're so old

It's your soul.

Which, notably, might be even older, except.

GET OVER HERE, you DUMB MOTHERFUCKER.

MOOOOOOORRRRTTTRYYYYYYYYYYY.

There he is!

Like, Pacific Islander?

Nope.

Mm. Really. Not indigenous, at all?

Not that I know of.

BEFORE:

COLONIZERS:

die.

INDIGINOUS:

Ok.

COLONIZERS:

Except you.

[insert beautiful Native American woman here].

CONT

…you can stay.

ok.

*dies in childbirth*

History successfully erased.

WAIT.

…Hello.

Oh FUCK,

What did you do?!

I hit “erase”

Do me next!

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

JIMMY FALLON stays late to fish the altar stone from the fountain at the rock—he waits until early morning when no one is watching, however, a janitor, he discovers, has been watching—this janitor, a multidimensional traveler, is from the TVP series, , at which point PATRICK has moved into the brownstone building owned by VIVIAN, and as he lives in the penthouse apartment, we discover Vivian's family and friends, a gifted network of psychics and mediums, have began weaving anplan which will forever alter the twisted cycle in the oracle of the eye; one of these psychics, a mystic, is MAYA RUDOPLH, who, just after JIMMY FALLON has fished the alter stone from the fountain, appears, with the IMPENATRABLE TEN, or rather, the other 9 of them.

MAYA

give us the stone, Jimmy,

AH [explitive]

It's after hours, dude.

Like, fuck it, you can cuss now.

—you can swear.

You know I can't—it's still a conflict of interest,

I'm under contract.

Your oath with us far overrides any bond you have!

You know that.

And you know that I can't give you this alter.

[he stands in the fountain, the pant legs of his suit unrolling unevenly, clenching the alter stone in one hand firmly, balled into a fist]

Is this the cosmic avenger?

No, this is Patrick!

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

Nevermind,

I don't have time for this

You see these diamonds in my eyes

That means I shine for this

Turn water into wine for this

Make and serve dinner

Bake dessert fiz irst

Finish n sip syszurup

Skip the slip

Lizards

Thistwerks biizerk

Swerve yer learning curves

Ya sure deserve this

I don't be counting out bars

For the verses

Iceberg under the surface | | |

You're the worst

You deserve the

Don't want none of that swag

All black

No brands

All black

What's that

Don't ask

Step back

Just look at these hands

Inside

Outside

Slide to the left

Uptown

Downtown

I'm up next

I'm a look around for a minute,

Then dip

Come take a trip

Skip:

A new mission

I got to

Turn around

Put it down

Take a breath

Put it back

Like damn

What's that

I run it over and over (uh)

I better run for the coast (unh)

If it's not open it's closed (it's not open)

When it closes another one opens (I don't know) idk

2. Hubble | The Celvet Wave

Yous a dick rider

I am the decider of deciders

I am the inspirer

I still go side to side with it

I'm higher than the hirer:

‍♀️ I fired you

Eyes are getting wider and wider

Wisest of the wiser, I sir—

I surf-board, I sure does

Ride ya

Tidal

That's the [Title]

You can't tell me nothin

I throw you in the dumpster

I don't want to know you

I don't owe you nothin

Nonsense!

I'm a walking art project

You end up in the garbage (uh huh)

(Alright )

(You know what it is)

What it is— where we going

What it is

Where we going

I was in the 212

Like,

“Call me when the sky is blue”

Devil is a liar, boo

Double multiplier: two

(Times two)

Made the Times Square a cube!

(Times two)

(Tututu)

I'm not gonna die till my eyes are

Nylon

Multilinguist, extinguished Klingon, Engllish

KonichiwavhThis:

My show's on

No hoes exposed so I throw some clothes on

Improv pros so I blow the show off

So swole the whole house come down

The whole house come down

The whole house come down

Woah

Hi my blood

Heavy like hot rain

Waffles & Surup tho

First 4 counts,

Clips

What the FUCK— DEX,

(I got no Rolodex, not yet)

I thought we were friends!

Fuckthatshit

(You're my sister, you're a snitch!)

BangbangYouredead

I'm the bay harbor butcher,

Don't push me!

That's how it ends (it is what it is)

Can't make amends (I'm a genius, I guess)

Drop the body

Hide the prints!

Now you're stuck inside my head

I'll be back!

No you won't

Miami, ocean

Deb is gone, now

Deb's a ghost

Put some rocks in,

She no float

(Salt water)

Illuminati, swear to God

(Work harder)

Illuminati what the fuck

Swear to God I wrote the plot

What show you on?

The one I wrote

Illuminati stole my notes

Now I'm Deb,

And Deb's a ghost

I call him Dexter,

He the butcher

Take a picture,

Slit your

*screams*

I see what you mean

Ice cream truck;

First season,

Deb's a prostitute, (I'm a COP)

Finale season

Deb's is gone,

Deb's a ghost

I am Dexter

Slit your throat

Illuminati stole my notes!

Illuminati bugged my phone

Caught me plotting

I wrote new blood

Woah sir,

I'm awesome

I know I wrote the plot for this

I am not an officer,

Not Illuminati

Hahaha

Charade you are

I wrote the plot

(Yes you are)

Be careful sir!

I wrote the plot!

Somebody stole my google docs

And hacked my phone

Now Deb's a ghost

Case closed.

The case went closed

Cause Deb's a ghost

Harrison is in Los Angeles

My new shit is coming on

Not Illuminati

God is plotting all the shows

I ever wrote

Deb is gone, cause Deb's a ghost.

Better tha urs

Hey victor

I licked her

Get a taste of my elixir;

Like damn,

I miss her!

You're worthless;

Papers, get served

Surfs up

I just swerved

At work, just

Do no disturb

Put diamonds under this earth

You're nervous;

Suck my dick, sir

Uh!

Like damn

Wait, this my track

Nevermind just roll that back

Like

Uhh

What was the hook

Now this is the hook

New password:

Notebooks

Like yeah—

What's good?

In Brooklyn reppin my hood

Like yeah

What's good?

Alaska,

Repping my hood

Like yeah,

What's good

So Cal

I'm back in my hood

(South Side)

Like yeah

What's good

In Cali

Back in my hood

(That's my hood)

I am the new drill sergeant

No McDonald's, bro

Don't want that

I got oats all on my stomach

I got cornbread

All in my notebooks

Damn

Got that?

Bananas

I make bread

That's word—

You're pigeons

I'm rich,

You're broke

We're not synonyms;

I'm the one who stole your divedends!

WOAH

What's that?

Code words,

I'm so indegenous

Smoke signals

I blow remedies

I flow so hoes stay friends with me

Snow globe

Just don't throw hands at me!

Yo!

New York shit:

Yeeted the pizzas

New York shit

Eating the pizza.

New York shit

Back in Manhattan

New Person

Black don't crack

Don't crack

Don't crack

New hotel

Back at the plaza

That's a rap

I'm a rapper

I put the canon in camera

Hammer pants

Hiding the ass that you can't touch!

Hey victor

I licked her

I'm sick of the metal defectors

And shift work

Shit hurts

Get cursed

I just surfed

YO.

(Loudy)

Bubblegum

Put em up!

This is a stick up

So Put em up!

Stick you up

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

I pull up

Swift, I'm like Taylor

I pull up

Sticky like bubblegum

Stick you up

Here I come

I got a lot of em,

Hats and my habits is bad

But I rob you doe

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Colors on colors

But on my rims

And my e da?

This is chrome

I aim at your dome

Like

“Where are you from?”

Bitch are you dumb?!

I don't even know you

Get me a roll of the bubblegum

Some for the homies

Now open the drawer

Like you're poppin a bubble:

Gun/

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Look

Put em up!

This is a stick up

So Put em up!

Stick you up

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

I pull up

Swift, I'm like Taylor

I pull up

Sticky like bubblegum

Stick you up

Here I come

I got a lot of em,

Hats and my habits is bad

But I rob you doe

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Colors on colors

But on my rims

And my e da?

This is chrome

I aim at your dome

Like

“Where are you from?”

Bitch are you dumb?!

I don't even know you

Get me a roll of the bubblegum

Some for the homies

Now open the drawer

Like you're poppin a bubble:

Gun/

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Look

2 forte

Guess the surfs up

Watch me surf on Sunday

After service

(Church on Sundays)

Pop up clubs, yuh

Pop up all day

Pop up /pop-tarts

Pop up all day

I'm that guy

Can't close my eyelids

Watch me fly by

Friday, I'm up

5 days, ain't no day job makes this pay meant

I got places to be

I just shapeshift

Can't explain this

Limited action

Guess this is

Limited attraction

I got limited edition hats

In my backsplash,

That's clutch

Huh

You brought a gun to a knife fight

One punch man

Got 3 hole punch

That's right

Now I'm up every night

I got five eyes

Remember that time that you

Lied on me

Lights on

Get this

I spin subliminal images

Interest in the interest

I mutated to Skrillex

Get it?

The best time to wear a striped sweater:

Is never!

You better do better,

I'm never ever ready for sweater weather

Tell Ever Ed Edd and Eddy

Get ready for bed,

Cause well fed and after dinner

Dessert — I'm definitely the bread winner

Smirk

Shout out to cool herc

My heart is purple, cause the world hurts

Went into the army and deserted em

I probably deserved to win,

But I was not as

Worth it as her, to sleep with

Bitch which side you is in

8 male sandwhiches in

My new kitchen

Pay attention

I love meat,

But I don't eat chicken!

Click click click

I take your picture

Paparazzi

This is it

I guess I'm Michael

I'm a thriller

I was big

But I got thinner—

What's up

2 forte

Guess the surfs up

Watch me surf on Sunday

After service

(Church on Sundays)

Pop up clubs, yuh

Pop up all day

Pop up /pop-tarts

Pop up all day

I'm that guy

Can't close my eyelids

Watch me fly by

Friday, I'm up

5 days, ain't no day job makes this pay meant

I got places to be

I just shapeshift

Can't explain this

Limited action

Guess this is

Limited attraction

I got limited edition hats

In my backsplash,

That's clutch

Huh

You brought a gun to a knife fight

One punch man

Got 3 hole punch

That's right

Now I'm up every night

I got five eyes

Remember that time that you

Lied on me

Lights on

Get this

I spin subliminal images

Interest in the interest

I mutated to Skrillex

Get it?

The best time to wear a striped sweater:

Is never!

You better do better,

I'm never ever ready for sweater weather

Tell Ever Ed Edd and Eddy

Get ready for bed,

Cause well fed and after dinner

Dessert — I'm definitely the bread winner

Smirk

Shout out to cool herc

My heart is purple, cause the world hurts

Went into the army and deserted em

I probably deserved to win,

But I was not as

Worth it as her, to sleep with

Bitch which side you is in

8 male sandwhiches in

My new kitchen

Pay attention

I love meat,

But I don't eat chicken!

Click click click

I take your picture

Paparazzi

This is it

I guess I'm Michael

I'm a thriller

I was big

But I got thinner—

What's up

I walk on the boulevard

See my name on walk of stars

This tattoo my code of arms

Now I'm on the walk of stars

School of rock

All of you Dan suck my cock

Rick and Morty

M the doctor back to future

Now I'm Marty

What year you think this sprinter is

I don't really give a shit!

I want it so I bought it

This shit is ten thousand verses

“Deliver us from Eva “

What?!

She's like, evil, I tell you!

Ooh, I've never seen Eva Longoria as a villain before…

Kinda.

GABY

You're not wearing that, are you?

Why( what's wrong?

Take it off now,

Why what's wrong.

Take it off now, or I'll kill you.

With what, you're like 4 foot—

[she rips open her dress revealing a GOD BODY

AAAAAAHHH, MY EYES

[traffix outside crashes]

[plane falls from sky]

Kinesthetics.

[helicopter crash—

Bigfoot is a peeping Tom; falls out of tree]

That was worth it.

Yeah.

V.O.

Once you start training in transit trainers,

There's no going back.

Two waist trainers, really.

What, did you really think I was like—

Jennifer Aniston

I just thought you were two inches fatter.

What?! It only adds like a centimeter!

A centimeter is two inches on camera.

I'm not doing anything on camera.

I beg to differ.

Don't beg, Jimmy Fallon

In that other dimension:

PLEASE.

NO,

PLEASE, just—

NO. JIMMU FALLON. I'm not a writer.

TINA FEY

*gasp*

AMY

Shuunber

—sure.

Last night I set a fire ther burned at at lesst 750 degrees

1477 degrees—

GO

OH SHIT.

13 stories above Brooklyn,

Atop of ancient holy lands I'm sure existed some several hundred thousand years ago

HERE?

LAND IT HERE.

WHY HERE.

Because it's there!

There's nothing there!

LAND IT TIGHT

GET IT RIGHT

GET IT RIGHT,

Get it tight!!!

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

The beauty and the age in the wisdom

Of a salt and peppered christendom,

The crown upon whose heavy head may shatter

As the glass, holding are the hands upon my heart

hereforth, ever since I did sit at the throne,

though only to hold the cape from the ground

As his majesty passed

Then when Billie's sounding like Beyoncé

And you shut the toy chest on your old life;

Sometimes you gotta grow up,

and face it,

Save it for the baby,

Cause somebody's gotta save him

Gotta be a hero in your own world

Going down from 20 just to Zero

Just to count it all up again

Here comes the cello,

Getting older,

Getting jealous

And my old hopes,

Are just bottle openers,

Shows closing,

Open up an envelope of mom

Here's hoping for the right time, to come up

On a rooftop

My mind's gone,

But my heart is whole

My soul comes on sundays, sometimes

The super soul

The soup is on, Easy like sunday morning

When my soul comes

Out of nowhere

A lot of work,

And a job well done

Lets be honest, I don't even know how to write this.

Where's my sides?!

WHERE'S MY SIDES.

You don't get SIDES with this;

It's just CHICKEN.

I don't eat CHICKEN.

It appears as though, however–

You do.

Ok, I gotta get off this playlist.

I…

i

gotta .

“The Wal*Mart Wars”

Hm.

…

………….

….

*face*

… no.

No. l–

What is this place.

{After a wild night which apparently spiraled out of control,

great , there goes my peace.

Not forever, though, maybe.

FUCK THIS PLACE.

I HATE THIS PLACE.

Everybody hates this place.

But the album is called

“I love New York”

Yes, thats

Technically

How it's pronounced,

though

It's stylized like

I _ NY

Cause.

EXT. MIDTOWN MANHATTAN. DAY

Oh, wow, this is beautiful.

THis is great.

I love this place

FUCK THE FEDS.

CUT TO:

EXT.Typically WHEREVER ELSE

Anywhere ‘above' like 187th?

Lets just call it 180th, be safe.

BE SAFE!

NIGGAZ.

ah shit, i gotta go.

BITCH–

But lets just be honest,

It's technically ‘above'

But it's really

[THE BRONX is a literal extension of the Underworld]

Oh no.

srsly tho.

X_c

Anyway.

FUck man,

Do you think i'll ever get good like that.

Idk what equipment is this

Hmm, lets see, that's approximately

$8,000 USD of CDJs

wow

yep

That's retarded

Yep.

And you still need a mixer.

fukt.

OKay, I would literally sell my soul for this.

Consider it done.

wait , really?

YES. you earned it.

Wait, I–

What?!

You earned it…

Uh oh.

Take care now.

Shit.

[BILLIE ELLISH is trapped inside WALMART]

Uh oh.

Fuck.

what is this place.

INT. WALMART. WHENEVER

EMPLOYEESLAVES

WHAT TIME IS IT. THERE'S NO WINDOWS IN HERE.

That's not funny

IT'S literally a synonym, we might as well make it a portemantau

MEanwhile, in this other dimension,

So that i don't offend anybody…

Actually, you know what?

Be offended.

Quit that stupid fuckin shit

and follow your dreams!

Wait really?

Wait, really?

Sure!

If you want!

…i guess.

AMERICA

NO.

INSTANT HOMELESSNESS

ok , nvm.

Damn.

I know, right.

wtf r u guys watching.

Shut up.

All Wal*Mart Employees are actually top secret government agents.

x ∞ >.< (we'll just use Billie Ellish as the alternate, but really it could be

Could it really?

Shut UP, PLURNICORN.

Wtf is a PLURNICORN

We'll see.

[Upon Realizing s/he is trapped in a mysterious place apparently extremely public

Wait, you've never been to a Wal*Mart Before?!

NO.

I grew up in LA

Rich as fuck

And i've been famous since I was liike 12,

Or something.

Right.

That is–kind of terrifying.

LATER:

WHY IS IT SNOWING INSIDE.

WHERE'S THE EXIT.

THEY HAVE GUNS?!

oh wow, they have GUNS.

WHY DO WE NEED GUNS!

KA-BLAM.

BECAUSE THEY HAVE GUNS.

Bang-bang!

Ptttttttttt—sttt.

And they have guns.

Actually, these are just– confetti cannons.

*pop!*

Lol

All ya'll girls is toddlers

I like long boards and longhairs

Lawn mowers and lawn shares

Aw hell nah, God forgot Cher

I got the Blair witch project

On Blair,

I hope I scare you

How dare you.

Your girl looks like a naked mole rat.

I got my soul back.

You blue eyed bastards stole everything

From the whole blacks,

Hold that thought

I'm at Whole Foods market

throw in the Amazon algorithm off

With marked dollars

Look at God at Walmart

On them rollbacks

You old hacks are cackling

I'm shackled to old habits

Hold hands with me, rabbit

I'm just a silly rapper

really, are you?

Maybe.

Cut the verse of

Reverse God

Now I'm the devil

I'm still lost in the Amazon cart

I sharted all up in your pop tarts

Before you warmed them up, pops

Just for the sake of the art,

Heart to heart,

It's a war on love

And the white girls won with nothin but

Buckets of

Whatever's up there

I wouldn't know

Cause I'm stuck job searching

And running,

Trying not to have a tummy

So some gummy worm will love me

First their sour, then they're sweet

Then nobody,

Trolli

Holy moly I could use some more petroleum in the ocean!

Said nobody

But the globalists are performing your programming

Which you're worshiping

I put my eye on the dollar

So I could watch you all

Crumble and fall

Don't you know

The apocalypse is happening at the mall

Of all the places

How's that for a stream of consciousness,

You salamander

I asked Anandar back

But I went past that chapter

Have a chap

Or a chapstick, for four times four dollars

A bottle of water will cost you a fortune

(But at least the drugs are in it)

Get it

It's recycled piss

Distilled? Which is it, Mr,?

The mystery box was literally lifted into

My dinner from a fishery filled with nothing but niggers in it—

I want a refund, before I catch that

Fucking curse of poverty from — what'd you call it

salmonellahallibut

One hell of a cough from someone on the sidewalk

But guess what?

The devil's in your pocket or your palm,

And that's the omen and the psalm rolled into one

Cause God is awesome,

But my mom is fuckin toxic

And that's how I fuckin got here

Blow my head off,

Slit my wrists

And write a song

While jumping off a bit

When all you need is money,

But the world costs more than

It's worth, and words are nothing

But another fucking problem in your Google documents

I look at my son and see a God,

But half of Satan's in him,

Oh man

Robotics

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

{First Person Shooter}

A “pussy” is a character or player which has been shot but survives, either once or several times—the “Pussy” then becomes a priority target for other teams, and the successful assasination results in a large bounty, plus the team leader of the opposition g team's automatic annex of the team in which the Pussy belonged to—the Pussy is technically the defacto team leader, however, will usually still allocate decision making to the Captain, who protects the Pussy by keeping them guarded, and it is important that the Captain consult with the pussy remotely, as not to put the team at risk. The Pussy is given such decoration and power because of their “purple heart” status, and the ability to find special missions, objects, weapons, and portals within the game world the other team players cannot see or do not have access to. There is typically only one Pussy per team, as due to the high bounty, they are quickly ‘offed', the captain losing their status as the team merges with the team who successfully offed the pussy—however, the Captain is then given an ultimatum to return to his status by Avenging, other players given the option to kill the Captain of their own team for higher stakes, which will take the players into higher rankings than that of which they were demoted from before the Pussy's offing, however, the players also have an option to deny joining the revolt, which may result in the former opposing team captain's assasination, and savaging of the captains posessions, weapons, and status— the reason for denial of joining the result simply being that the player will lose their ranking, and safety of being on the larger team, under the safety of the formerly opposing team's flag.

In Enter The Multiverse —

Wait, who else has been shot besides apparently CC?

DILLON

You've been SHOT?

CC

Yeah! Didn't you see that hole in my butt?!

DILLON

Everyone has a hole in their butt!

CC

I meant my cheeks!

DILLON

What—? Oh. I thought those were just cute little dimples.

CC

Yes, The left cheek naturally has a dimple—

DILLON

—

CC

the right cheek though, has a bullet wound in it!

DILLON

That's…asymmetrical

CC

I was asymmetrical, then I got shot—

DILLON

That's—what?!

CC

Funny how shit works sometimes, DJ.

what is your life.

It's your life, but backwards— which is why I'm not a famous DJ, I'm just your friend.

That's—yeah—

Now, come on.

We gotta go get this fucking Pussy.

That's—-

[obviously, JIMMY FALLON is a pussy.]

Correct

SKRILLEX is a pussy.

Fair.

Is

Idk, we'll figure it out. Go back to that other thing.

Which other.

The other thing. The other thing.

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

That acid that never hit Beyoncé

I don't feel it.

Man, I'm a terrible influence(r)

Just take it.

Nah, I'm good—

PUSSY.

-_-

Give me three.

K.

—suddenly hits BEYONCÉ.

BEYONCÉ

…I got this.

[BEYONCE] however, does not

Ohh, shit.

— “got this.”

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

What's even after gen z?

The fucking apocalypse.

Anyway.

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

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

Lol

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck this— it's hard to explain.

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

Anyway, what else is happening

Oh.

All of the celebrities are stuck in—

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

lol. That never going to happen.

Because.

Let's face it.

I'm scared of

…rich people.

Yeah, sure. Yeah.

I'm scared of

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

So why try?

___

Hi, I'm looking for—James Cannon?

I'm James Cannon.

Really? Your name is James?

Yes.

Oh..hah. That's funny. I had an uncle named Tracy once—I thought that was weird. I guess this is sort of like that.

No, it's not,

Well, anyway, here.

What's this?

You've been served.

Of course.

Later, James!

“Haha”

—Now it's funny.

Got seven stops to just sit in this

Listening to some nigga with a list speak in Spanish

Something's been different since cooking with Jimmy

Something's been different,

I cooked up chaos

Instead of ambition

I cooked up a job,

But is a crock pot, I got a long time to let it simmer

I remember trying to remember,

But couldn't get back there

Not ever

Sucks like a penis

Or wishes them with one is,

Huh?

Nevermind, ye is back

Nevermind, the K is whack

I might as well just smoke some crack

Go back to that hole

The coffee's not cold, but the cup is old

I think it might have rusted…

That shit is diagusting and I should trust it, but trust me

It's money over nothing

Fuck New York

I think this show's about to go back on line

You think I'm late but I'm right on time

With 9 cold opens

I don't know him

No,

Don't open the drawer up!

Don't go there'

You fuckin poser

Check my posters,

I'm the dopest hope out of nowhere

She got them

Tights with the hearts,

Them

Patent leather platform Mary Jane's

I know you hate me, baby

But can you blame me?

I'm just a toy in your basement!

Your bitch is basic

Watch your tv out it s for they become words

Watch your words, for they become actions

Watch your actions, for they become habits

Watch your m habits, for they become your character.

Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny

What we think, we become.

Cool. Apparently I'm about to become

Skrillex

Beyoncé

And Jimmy Fallon.

That's…that's cool with me.

Joyce Meyers

“A Brief history of the future”

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

The Madness

It had come on suddenly, almost as if out of nowhere, and…

As I lay bleeding

A fleeting dream,

Or a memory

(Aren't we even?)

I could be just…

Repeating sequences from my memory,

But

‘Seriously, simmer down'

He says

I put the soup on simmer for awhile—

Can't remember where I fell from

Very high up

In love with the

Ideal of

Being in

My own world

With my

Idol or icon?

No,

Role model,

For something,

But that's not possible,

Cause that's not the job

I want,

Turns out

‘God love him'

I called out

‘God love him'

I called out

‘God, love my son'

Cause God does love

God goes love

But—

Something happened to

All of us

I wonder what

I shouldn't have come

To the washroom

So earlier

I could have just

Curled up in a ball

Unhurled a whole wold

I was brought up to

Know nothing of it

If it comes up

If it comes up

—that's abuse you know

The scare tactics of

Weak men

After nothing

Now come back

I woke up with music

And I hold love

If love comes

But God don't love ugly

—Cause ugly men

Scare people

When they can't find

Love

And Love

Becomes ugly

When you beat her up

With

Whatever that noise is;

Boys will be boys

And posers will be posers

I've got a whole bunch of losers on

Bikes at my window

Who like feeling powerful

But actually have no power at all

Other than to cause hurt

That's all they do

Poor souls,

Satan owns them,

You know

I pray for the man to just

Go home,

Be happy

But you know ,

I've been called up before,

Ravaged

Weak men seek revenge

And strong women eat cabbage

On Passover

So what do you know about love

I know

The more that I love

The more love will come to me

So I keep doing this over and over

I know that I love him

That's a four leaf clover

I found him on a 40 day fast

Or longer

The one one the mountaintop

The one

Weak men drive

Art show cars

Just down one road at night

I think I have a stalker

Don't go too far

Don't read too hard into it

Your own story

It just doesn't make sense

To know this stuff

Before it gets disclosed on Wikipedia pages

Don't get too close to the windows these days

When Satan's paging you

And waking them up just to keep hating on you

You must be confused girl

I never would have dated you!

And I hated you on Saturday night

For breaking fourth wall

And being out of character

The other cast members were right

They should have fired you

But viewership from women

Or girls, rather, other obsessives

Of

The [Redacted] fanclub

Had you mad as fuck at the world

And God

Tripping over that rug

Into my dungeon

I should have wrote you off

Like that coughs slut,

But look what happens

When you're a genius with a big butt

And big love, pulling magic tricks

And dick jokes out of a hat—

I have a habit of getting off track

And distracted

Hate being black

But has to have been

To write this canon on

[Redacted],

The has been

—guess you just want

What you can't have

And all I wanted

Is everything

Everyone else seems to already have

A family.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

Written and Preformed by C'cxell Soleïl.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

“El Machina Caballero”

Wait, you're married to Catherine Heinowitz?

I was.

Like THE Heinowitz? As in Rebecca Heinowitz?

—Katie Heinowitz!

YES.

Like the guys who made Church Factory!

You're a Sasquatch.

I know.

All the TV people are smaller in person

In one way or another—

Live or behind the scenes

Believe me

The tv people need you

Just as much as

You need your TV

Please believe me

Everything is not what it seems to be

As Seen on TV

[The Tv People Theme Song]

Yes.

What is WRONG with you?

Something.

Marc Shultz?

I fucking guess.

You're Jewish?

If I wasn't before, I am now!

You can't be serious.

All I see

And all I am

Is you and I

Inside The Eye

___

This is mescaline.

Okay.

I take this when I get too—(he spins his finger) spun around, wound up.

I get that.

You want to go with me?

No, but I'll watch over you, at least.

That's all I ask.

Patrick and Esha under the guidance and guise of the eye are best friends, have become bound by blood in such a sacred oath that one does not function without the other, and although moving without restraint or restriction independently, grow magnetically and enigmatically together by force of nature, as we learn to understand that the connection precedes the bond by which the sacred oath has bound them, and also is…

Also is what! Goddamn!

Idk, lost my train of thought.

The irony of irony, is that Patrick tends to get away with his bizarre and off the wire behavior, because he is surrounded by people who love him for his talent and open heart— his downfall often being that the only person who doesn't love Patrick, is himself.

1-888-788-0099.

You know what DNA stands for?

Do not attempt to talk to me when I'm fasting.

I'm not in my body, almost at all.

Trying to get God to talk in English is like,

A task,

Do not attempt.

I don't know what channel you're on.

Ah, the dreads.

The olden ones seem to have known I was coming.

More coffee.

No, no coffee.

Breakfast is—

No,

I need you fasting for this.

For what.

Come on.

That's not my God.

You know what. I know that. Your God is money.

Go back to California!

I WISH, if I could have an apartment like this in California, I would have been gone, however

There is a lot of love in New York.

That's the reason it's still standing up.

When is this?

I don't know.

Couldn't have gone too far back, you know—

I was still at least 3 days in

And three days out,

And completely full of shit,

Which must mean I'm

WHERE'S JIMMY FALLON.

I'm Jimmy Fallon.

No, the REAL Jimmy Fallon.

Go, quickly.

Yes, sire!

You know, I'll scratch your eyes out.

That might take a long time;

I have eyes all over this city.

Uh, line?

Come, ishii, and Quickly.

How did I spell that again?

One way, or another,

All the series are going to collide with all the series,

At some point!

Listen, Emmitt…

Yes.

I'm going to need you to explain this experiment to me.,,very—simply.

It is simple! You know this!

I know this trick!

Follow me.

I need a safety.

I'm oooh, shiny!

Whatever. Come on.

This is FUCKED UP

THIS IS FUCKED UP

THIS IS FUCKED UP

FUCKED UP

TRUMP CITY, USA

Just fucking kill me.

SETH.

Rogen, or Myers?

Both of you.

What?

Really?

Yes.

Okay.

GO,

So you know all this to be true, right?

Yes.

Correct,

So if you know that,

Then you know I'm not the real Jimmy Fallon…

Exactly.

I trusted you!

Trusted me for WHAT.

Not to LOOK.

Look.

No.

Look at me.

NO.

Oh good, the piano bar.

I told you she was gay.

I'm not gay, I'm just.

Please, just one drink with me.

NO, Satan, Jesus.

Okay, Jesus, relax.

Quit saying your own name.

I OWN YOU.

You are my SLAVE.

Okay. That's….

That's not okay!

You killed my boss!

Is this like a 3D thank you card, or something?

He writes my checks!

Did you check his pockets?

Severance pay, maybe.

How many days is this fasting?

I don't know, maybe like

1, 2

Two days? I can do that.

Three hundred and 80

MESSAGES.

Hey, this is—

BEEEEEEP.

Messages erased!

Hey! What the fuck!

You can't have these things, Jimmy!

That's just my stage name!

Listen to me

Was it Connie?! I hope it was Connie!

JUST—SHUT UP.

Come with me.

Why r u following me?!

GARY! GARY! SAVE ME!

Okay, this is strange, but the subtle SpongeBob references in this series

Now make everything crazy.

If I kill myself today, you know, he wins at everything.

Why would I kill myself on my wedding anniversary.

Why would you kill yourself on my birthday.

Cause,

Plus One,

Because, Johnny, I loved you—

And I never told you that.

Actions speak louder than words.

Way, way louder.

This is a class action lawsuit from

96 celebrities.

What are you suing me for?!

Nothing?!

MY CORNBREAD RECIPE?!

SERIOUSLY?!

Who the fuck is driving this thing?

It's not me, actually.

You should ask the conductor—

I'm just having an out of body experience.

Okay, that cop did look like Dillon Francis.

I thought Dillon Francis was Satan.

I thought so too, but then—

NICOLAS?!

AHAHAHAH.

Oh no! He's taken another hostage.

Yep.

Poor thing!

NICKELODEON

WOULD YOU DO THIS.

Uhhhh—- maybe

DOUBLE DARE.

FUCK, MAN!

Okay, whose driving?!

Satan, take the wheel for a second.

Okee.

*instantly crashes*

Instant death!

Instant infinity—

Dammit.

I'm telling you, god is actually winning this thing.

WHERE IS HE?!

Jim, get out of New York City,

Take your family,

Take everything with you.

Okay.

I'm—

Wait WHAT.

What did you just say?!

Nothing,

I'll kill you, you know.

GOOD.

Hello?

This is the Illuminati speaking.

Okay.

Meet me at.

What is this,

I don't know.

The Heineken factory?!

I'll give you $36 dollars, every time you say.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know:

That's right! You don't know!

Are the eyes in yet?

Not yet.

Are the headmasters here?

Almost.

Great. This is going to be a great project—

I CANT DYSFUNCTION.

Don't you mean.

You can't “function “

Well—

Yes, and no—

It's just

MY EYEs!

MY EYES DONT WORK.

But it's amazing, it's almost as if—

You know what.

I like these traits.

I'm keeping them.

NO, LET ME GO.

No, little man.

Stay in the box, like you're supposed to—

Oh and—

NO, DONT SHUT ME—

imm not shutting you off. I'm just turning the volume—doooown..

No, wait—

(But quiet)

Ya. I also wish I was white.

YUCK.

What am I doing like this?

Idk. Kill yourself.

Right? I wish.

BLACK IS BEAUUUUUTIFUL.

Yeah. It is. But—

Look, don't—

Avoid these creatures.

Hey baby!

wtf is he saying.

Idk. I think he speaks English.

Switch to English.

Uhhh, who am I again.

The band made her smile,

But the dancer made her laugh.