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I been telepathically programming bitches
To mimick this addictive obsession with [Expletive]
If anything just to hop up on his dicks in
Get his attention
And end his
Ahem
Apparently awful//awesome marriage edits in multidimensions, for the unmentionable shit that might just hit too close to home, for some
What
Be a parent to your son,
They said
I said,
Hey, man
I'm just a dear old dad with bad habits
It's a trap, you know!
You can't trust us bitches
I took pictures of this bitches ass
To put on top of the dead presidents
Hell yes, I said
Get dressed man,
It isn't hygienic,
All that shit we just did,
Remember?
I live in a trash can!
(It's a dumpster but)
[IT's actually really nice in here, what the fuck]
Damn, alright what is that
Idk
#RIPJImmyFallon
I was fasting like a maniac when that hashtag happened
You just can't come back from that,
You just can't ever
Get back to the dad joke
The man told.
That pulled you out of that last fast,
Like I did
From that man whole!
FLAGPOLE
FLAGPOLE
—what?
OHFD.
*OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
-The Rock And The Kite
As told by
Who's that guy
Uh.
TESTPILOT.
I need some sages
And stages
And sages in this bitch!
I need some
Pages and
Playlists and
Paiges in this bitch
It just goes
On an on for days,
This just gets crazy in this bitch
Can't say
Expletives because peacock is paying for this bitch!
Nevermind,
Lets just do Netflix?
Pass.
Amazon Prime?
This costs too much for us
I'll do this : every dime I own,
Will go straight up your but
I
Is that an innuendo for ‘anal.plug'
No, don't be gross!
But I'm supposed to be gross
(Going back and forth with Alec Baldwin)
You win.
Win WHAT
You're the best.
All your brothers are the off-awkward versions of you.
*YES*.
30+ Rock
ID please.
Here you go.
Sorry. No go.
What do you mean.
We're 21.
I'm actually 23, but.
No can do.
This lounge is 30 Plus
30 PLUS?
WHATTHEPLUG.
Yup.
Sorry kiddos.
I'mfilthyDRUNK.
I'm an ADULT.
Pfft. That's what you think.
Are you serious!?
Serious as a heart attack; which,
I'm at higher risk of actually having,
Because I'm allowed in here. So
Consider yourself lucky!
PSH! I could have a heart attack if I want to!
PSHH.
PSHHHHHHHH.
Hold your liquor, punk!
I'll hold you—all night long!I
—see you in like a decade!
PSSSHSHUTUP.
Shh. C'mon, lets go.
Apparently, though
According to some voice inside,
He's miserable
I call it insertinct*
Or psychic inclinations,
But perhaps that just my
Hormonal fluctuations
And high hopes to open up a portal
And jump into some
Seriously self deprecating behavior,
Or some other alien shit
Who the fuck can say, anyway
You can't say any of these things publicly
-1And actually expect to get away with them.
You're just an asshole,
That's a whole ass scandal waiting to happen
I'll just light a candle and pray about it
“God will work it out,” I said
I'll just keep working out
Avoiding bread, and figure out how to get out of debt
Maybe crowdfunding?
Somebody wake him up, yet?
Nope, nothin.
Mm. Poptarts.
That's why I called it
“The Allegory of [Redacted]” after all
He's practically infinite except for
That part
And-1
That's that nigga!
Are you sure.
Fuck yeah,
JIMMY FALLOn(s)
Fuck you, dude.
SUNNI BLU (shrugging)
Whatever.
All they played was Fallon in the pen, bro.
Really?
YeahYeah. And Sesame Street. And he even on THAT mo'fucker.
Aight.Aight. you want ‘em.
I got ‘em.
Straight shot?
Straight and clean.
Aight, then.
Well, alright then.
[JIMMY FALLON is shot in a driveby.]
“First Person Shooter”
First person shooter is a live action open world game where.
{BLAT}
OH NO.
AHAHA.
Wait. The guns are REAL?
The whole world's in slow motion.
Nobody's supposed to know this kind of stuff, you know—
Nobody's supposed to go there
–I hope she doesn't post or publish this anywhere.
Sure, that's what they all say,
But hey, you could never love me anyway
I'm on my way up
I'm on my way up to Heaven
Fuck this
It's just this shit
Over and over again
All for the sake of the artform,
All of up in arms,
No comfort
non conformist,
With no money
and no hopes left,
Just a bunch of
Too much, conscious
And time on her hands
Shes got
One hand on the gun
Underworld
The other on the Trigger
Which means
Each hand has a gun in it
Gun in it
Gun in it
EXT. MEXICO. DAY
[Crying inconsolably in a hammock]
COSMIC AVENGER
(as a bird)
I WILL AVENGE THIS!!!!!
Man, I miss that bird,
I wonder if he ever sings
“I miss that girl”
Gosh, he followed me everywhere
I loved to hear him there,
Even when I moved,
He found me
Must have been God in that bird
Must have been God on that mountain
talking some shit about
Jimmy Fallon
–That was a long fast.
(The fucking longest)
My veins, they ached
At least a week, I think
Some haloed being,
Urging me to urgently
just spill the blood
for sweet relief,
Wavering, I needed something
Soothing, pleading
Leaning in my weakness
Back and forth ,
And that was when
The fascination displayed
With affection the affliction
of infliction and in reflection
of James turned Patrick
Her turned to the successor
He returned up to the surface
The servitor became the alter
After all and only in ever after
The Procter, A doctor astonished him
In neverland, somewhere beyond Asension
Where the story starts and ends,
Here.
Oh man.
This Jimmy Fallon dude is gonna fucking hate me
Who is that again?
I don't fucking know, honestly.
Hello, John.
Woah.
Don't open this box.
Okay.
woah , this just came in crystal clear..
[A young and disheveld looking, tired young man turns on the television; Some sort of special, hosted by a popular commedienne and actress sparks his interest almost magnetically, and even seems to call to him.]
Why, Hello, Jim.
I'm–I'm Jim.
Well, you're James.
I am James!
For now, actually.
Well, forever, actually…
Wtf is this.
This is a parallel dimension, I guess, where everything that happened to me, just happens to this guy, and I'm—
wait , who are you then.
I'm glad you're watching this.
Wait, who are you?
I'm you!
I–doubt that.
Don't.
Huh!
Fuck, that's when I started wondering about–
HEY.
What the fuck, man.
Did we ever figure out Jimmy Fallon's Skrillex?
Not…yet, but…
No. No. no. NO.
It's not like i've tried to.
You see,
As they say
This Fallon
Is the front man
for a larger operation at hand
Hold onto your hat kids,
Here comes the axe,
Have your heads ready
To get disconnected at the neck,
Cause this shit gets
NECK- BREAK.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
Crazy.
No political affiliations, ever!
Your inattention to the deficit, the prerequisite
Inquizitive kid, this one
A wizard at this, that
He waxes and waxes off,
Smokes with his left hand
And slaps the shit out of that
oncoming diaster with his right
SLAP.
AaaaaaaYY.
That's for–the bike incident.
Okay. alright, Fallon. You win.
That's fucking right, and I'm gonna keep winning.
Now get your shit together.
Oh.
And stop calling me Fallon;
My name's Patrick.
What is WRONG with him
(I'm doing this method)
I don't think this dude is eligible to play this character at all, but i'll just dedicate it to him—
He is devistatingly attractive, and apparently super-professional so,
Of course
They had to hire him for SNL, but also….
THIS SHIT NEVER ENDS, DOES IT?
NOPE.
MORE CORNBREAD?
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAA
YES PLEASE.
his punctuality is perfect;
His punchlines, astounding
In actuality, he's kind of an asshole
Abandoned Catholosism for entertainment
It's just engrained in him to be deranged,
Rearranged his images for campaigns against hatred
Hey, lets save this for another lesson,
Okay, kids?
The worst part is
I think i'm a genius
The other worst part is,
Nobody can read this
The other worst part
Is the worst part of all
I got words
But no money to dream with
It's just sequences of sequence
Beyoncé dancing with coffee
The plot thins and gets thick again
Cause my budget alternates between ketogenics
and cost-effective carb days
My neighborhood's getting worse
It's covered in trash and littered with ignorant [explitive]
Motorists interrupting arcadian rhythms
And all i want is some dick
And fried chicken
I'm so tired of this
The American Nightmare
Could be a dream, but then i'd be
Up there
On stage
A fast forward
I been up for four days
Hard working as ever
In a hard hat,
I'm so blazed
And these days
Tina Fey just says
“Hey” every now and again
Cause i've been obsessed
With her success/or
It fuckin sucks, man
It came on suddenly
What if i told you I've been attached to this project since the beginning
When's the beginning?
Uhhh, i'd say,
:”get out of my head, Jimmy Fallon, you're an imaginary Psycho fucking fart created as a result of my brain collapsing after imminent death from a successful suicide?”
Is that a question?
It had a question mark on it for inflection.
Well, inflect this: you're right. I fucking–hate you.
Okay! I'm assuming you also hate yourself,
And you're also Skrillex.
Okay, you're only correct, because that's entirely accurate,
And also, you're Jesse Eiseinberg.
Okay.
OKay.
OKAY?
OKAY.
Fuck, I hate you.
I fucking hate you.
MEANWHILE,
Everyone's Grammy Awards begin projecting strange messages to its recipients.
What the fuck, dog.
The more of them you have…
[ L E G E N D S ]
What if Kurt Cobain
Kept you up at night,
screaming
“Let me out”
But you don't know how
So you turn on the tube,
Just,
Kind of confused
Just to do what you do
The truth, it alludes you
Don't even know who this dude is,
But he's cute
Don't need this stupid music
Would you just
Shut up
Let me shoot up some drugs
Stuff some straws up my nose,
Because I am the Walrus
Fuck!
If i run out of smoke
I can choke on some dramamine,
I think i found the first mouse
After that kid
Left my house in a stretcher
Left my house in a stretcher!
So what happens after
OWSLA shapeshifts into Jimmy Fallon
And makes him the master of ceremonies
In the tragic conflict of interest—
Which happens to be The Festival Project
Cause nobody wants to understand or polish
this
Abolishment of slavery?
“Amen”
She keeps praying
“Amen”
He keeps playing his game
Okay, kids
This hatred that's been described as “mental illness”
Up until (When?)
—Is actually just poverty and inequality
Building up in all of us
It's just distrust and lust buddy,
Get out of the spin for a minute
But if I did,
I wouldn't finish it
However
What's an end to Infinite?
—Nothin.
WAYWAYEXT. NOTHING. NEVER.
Pass the butter.
Pass the WHAT
What is “butter”
What is WHAT? SHUT UP.
Shut Up WHAT? I don't exist, remember?
Stuck in your head
You're stuck in my head
Shut the fuck up then
You're mumbling again
Quit doing drugs, then
Who do you love
What is love
Shut the fuck, up
Bitch
Butter
What
Shut
WHAT
UP
FUCKYOU THEN
*nothing*
Nothing but an 8 millimeter penis,
A fishing pole, half a sandwhich
And some actor,
I don't care who it is
As long as
Nothing and no one makes sense
For at least
A century after this
The algorithm is getting different
I should spin it to a record
Or let one of these other niggas spit it
Cause i'm frazzled as fuck and just can't handle the madness, man
I got another hat to slap you with
It says DUNCE on it
What? No it doe—
*hat slap *
Don't be so fucking gullible,
Asshole.
Give that one to Marshall Mathers
I imagined it was narrated by actors
Rappers, and other masters of the craft
Cause by the time I finish it
I'll be dead as Fallon is
I should gather up the lawers I'mma need
For this class action
ACTION!
Wait, you mean, we're actually doing this series??
YES.
Oh— FUCK.
What.
Everything is YES.
YES.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPLLLES
JERRY?
No, it's JASON SUDAKIS.
[FALLON being FALLON]
Hey look! It's–
IT'S JASON SUDAKIS!
Everybody!
JASON SUDAKIS
SHOVE IT, FALLON.
I read your wiki.
FALLON
…did you LAUGH?
JASON SUDAKUS
FUCK NO. IT WAS TRAGIC. WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR LIFE?
FALLON
(Shrugs)
I don't know yet, actually…
I don't know how to describe how,
This guy now,
Is just the
Overseer of everything under us,
Like a cameo appearance, but—
…Why is he just up there like that?
Cause whatever the fuck Kesha said
At the beginning of this 7 year curse
Fucked up all space and time and…
[Thank You]
He parks the hearse with the coffin in it,
he can't stop coughing
And now it's public knowledge
The curse was reversed
With the censorship of the cursewords,
The flow of the work of art known as
The Festival Project
Shit gets touchy, though,
Nobody ever touched me
With anymore
Than their superstardom and own art projects
I do it for the art,
And just
Know nobody can love me and trust me
After all I've come up from
And through
But dude,
I should just—
Yo, Mr Protagonist
I got a few words for you
I been on my knees at the pews
Confused as fuck as why God chose us
To do this dumb show,
Just show up ,
And stop smoking
Switch the flow up a little,
Try not to throw up, though
When you blow up,
OKay?
Okay.
Okay
OKay
I wanna be so pretty
He sends for me
I wanna spend thanksgiving in LA
And Christmas in New York City
Nevermind
Reverse that
I want it the other way
I wanna see the Macy's Parade
From the right place, this time
With my son
In my arms
But
I don't want no
Problems
I don't want no problems
With the fake shaman
Who hates saying he's the one that's crazy
But love making games
taking turquoise and sending demons after me
So he says
but —
I've been dead since
Getting stuck in the spiders web
With liars and writers and high up men
Who love girls half my age enough to
Buy them a ticket
Some hush money
some lunch
probably some purse or something
Here
Sign the NDA;
And you might be famous
The industry hates me
Cause i can type,
But almost never say it
Living in fear of motorcycles and stock cars racing up my block
It's tearing into my heart so much
I might just have a heart attack
And die, I hope
Stick a serrated knife up my spine
And my veins pulse
Like i'm supposed to just
Kill myself
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_aLRVCa76U
The Blackness
You can't escape it.
The likes of the United States of America masterminded the false flag “terror attack” on its own citizens in 2001 in order to deceive it's citizens into a police state to suit the New World Order;
Now, New York City preys upon its weakest and most vulnerable inhabitants via inhumane psychological terrorism, gangstalking, terror hacking, and other forms of psycholotical terrorism in order to maintain the inequivocal social and justice issues plaguing the united states of Asmerica; the globalization of a one-world government, and the continuation of the human slavetrae system from which the United states of america has built itself and has been thriving on, priding itself on being the strongest country in the world: However, it shall soon see its own de mise, with the importation of hundreds of thousands of non-natural citizens in an attempt to close the plummeting world economy, thereby once again prioritizing thousands of lives over the lives of the Indigenous and involuntarily Imported descendants of the AFRICAN BLACK american slaves
YOU'RE BLAAAAA—-
I get it. Shut up.
BLACK.
Please be quiet.
BLAC
shh .
B
please shut up.
I'm allowed to have an extreme distaste for impoliteness
Disgusting habits
Lack of hygiene
Honestly, I don't care what color you are
Stop disturbing the peace
NO JUSTICE NO–
SHUT UP.
Listen, I don't want to go through this again.
I'm not going to kill myself
Not today satan.
I have too much to–
Oh, really, I have nothing better to do than
Make money?
MAKE MONEY.
Broke ass bitch.
You realize, blacks
mexicans
Immagrants
poor whites
ugly /fat people
that you're all still slaves.
that the people telling you that “it's okay to not be ok”
Are the exact people making everything not ok
for profit.
Oh, but also if your family owned slaves and property from slavery you should have to give a certain amount of your income to re-allocate some of the resources you–
well , lets just face it
STOLE
YOU CAN'T DO THAT.
WASH YOUR FUCKING PUSSY.
(and also just
*coughing*
*toxcity*
*grossness*
getaway from me..
*coughing*
gross .
*talking on the phone at 5 am*
Mmmmmmmmmhmm
SHUT
Yo. Where are the indigenous people?
Dead.
or somewhere out there claiming to be 1/32.1/2th Cherokee and pretending not to listen to taylor swift.
I MADE IT.
I actually hate you.
I knew it was a set up from the moment i walked in the door.
There she sat, hunched over in the corner, almost hiding as if to try to surprise me.
But I had already been psychologically tortured with the permanant record of my own past with enough audacity that I understood that I was being provoked and manipulated;
And I was tired of it.
They all coughed.
They all wanted to have “random” “friendly conversations about my
Pedophile Wifebeater ExHusband.
God Help Him
(No, Seriously, help him)
Because— he tore my son away from me
and e
verybody in
Very racist, very right wing, very color-coded, colonized
Rural Alaska
Assured that i
(being a black woman)
was the problem.
–and you know what?
Perhaps I was.
WHAT HAPPENED TO FELEYSHA WILLIAMS.
Idk. she's probably dead or tweaked out somewhere.
I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.
Ok. But you're ging to have to torture me consistently for at least a few weeks until we fight.
He deserves custody. You're crazy.
Cool. i don't want to spend the rest of my life arguing with someone who looks like someone who ruined my life trying to explain why it's salad until after puberty just to make sure his beauty doesn't ruin his life.
Because all he eats is processed foods and plays video games and watches anime anyway so,
Really it's a perfect world, for him.
He's a perfect boy.
I was told he didn't love me
Didn't want me
Didn't ask about me
And didn't need me.
So i left.
Well, no–
I tried to kill myself first (or did)
Whatever
Then I left.
No, actually i tried to stay and split custody down the middle so nobody would have to pay child support.
It wouldn't be fair to either of us, right, but:
So here I am trying to explain how
Yo, look.
I left my shit in a locked parked car in a parking lot
To push out a 5 minute shit
And when I got back
Everything was gone.
hm.
oh , you know what?
No, the car was still there.
The car was still there. Yeah.
That's good.
Yeah, I was real lucky for that,
cause
I lived in it.
hm .
Lucky for me.
AH, shit. It was a rental, though, so I still owe someone a lot of money
Interesting
For getting ROBBED.
So, here's the thing This:
BEING A DISGUSTING, OBNOXIOUS, LOUD, COUGHING, DRINKING, SMOKING, PIECE OF
Oh, that's what it is. It's my ex's energy.
That.
Doing the LEAST.
Doesn't even know what clean IS
so fucking fat he'll never see his penis EVER again
and anybody else who does
honestly
it's cool,
I just feel bad for her, honestly,
like ?
*gross pedophile wifebeater*
You can't just go around calling people pedophiles!
You can when everything they're obsessively sexually attracted to what looks like a kid
or sometimes IS a kid without him realizing that
Or
is when they're openly watching porn and masturbating
With a toddler.
Yes. that actually happened.
No, it didn't.
I saw you.
Well ,nobody will ever believe me, I guess because–
Because the first time he hit me,
I covered for him
But only I begged him to stay with US
THREE OF US
a two year old, a one month old
And me
the wife that was so paralized from depression
After learning that her husband
The only man she ever truly “loved”
had cheated
The.
entire .
time
So not only did I waste my time–
My body is ruined, and
I'MJUSTGOINGTOKILLMYSELF.
–not the thing you want to hear as you're trying to stop the blood from pouring out of your face.
My
whatever . fuck this story.
What why?
Cause it SUCKS.
PLUS
I'm apparently
“Very very bright”
Hm
And we're at the midsts of an
Environmental Crisis
*Multiple **Environmental*Crises
Just at the tip
Of another manipulated global disaster
Which has left most the population
Lazy and docile enough to not care
About anything
Anymore
I care about my son.
I don't care about your stuff;
And I didn't take anything from you
You gross, dirty, coughing ass, stinking pussy ass
Grotesque
Fuck it.
I just
don't
care
I have all my own shit.
Honestly,
I was just sick of beng reminded of this dumb sack of shit.
It wasn't real.
They were all actors
gangstalkers
undercovers
CIA agents
Welfare Office Workers
What?
Hey, look, just so you're aware
Being in the system actually technically on paper strips you of some of your basic human rights and decencies.
You are State Property.
Bought and Sold for the benefit of
The Highest bidder,
Who,
Never you mind,
Is of the highest power
In this predicament
H O W E V E R
I had finally been given an out;
An apartment, far away from the
Check it out,
I was being studied, provoked, recorded, questioned about a past I was only trying to forget and gulted over and over as if i had abandoned my child on purpose
No, son.
Daddy just has issues
And mommy has issues
And I'm really really sorry about this
But you're the most beautiful,
Wonderful,
Amazing
Person I've ever met in my life,
Bear(r)
And I'm proud to be your
FATHER.
huh . what. I'm a girl.
No. You're not; He's the girl.
Bitch ass babymomma .
Fuck it, just go be with ___ then.
Oh, amazing I love this one.
I never cheated
I just retreated
So I could repeat this:
“he cheated! He cheated”
“he beat me, he beat me”
“I hate him, I hate him”
My best friend was Annie
My Lover was Davies
–doesn't matter these days, though
same place
Salt Lake Saltair
It's been years.
You know how,
When you're a kid,
And you
[Get scraped]
Oh shit, I missed a –
A lot.
hm .
You ever have another kid pick your scab off for you–
Wayyyyy before it was ready?
YOu ever like–
You get it??
Yo, i get this is like government, public housing or whatever
IGNORANT BLACK WOMAN
Why does she have to be “ignorant” can't she just be
NO
Because she was
Extremely ignorant, this particular one,
and so are most of the other ignorant black people who work in social services because white people
a . wouldn't do it.
b . aren't equipped
Because the kind of black people you meet in a new york city homeless shelter are
—no , i'm not actually THAT racist—
just the
lowest quality people
[LCD]
Lowest Common Denomonator
She stole my ID.
Fucku.
So i'm a low quality people.
Yep. You suck.
Ok. I'm gonna go suck at Equinox for six hours.
Go, then.
Don't follow me.
But
We're watching you.
Someone's always watching me.
I'm famous,
But not rich
And every time i make any money my ex husband gets to buy drugs and ciggarettes with it.
CHILD SUPPORT
Before:
Literally doesn't answer phone for months.
Me: Thinking my child is dead because i can't get ahold of him, it's always winter in alaska and the roads are made of ice. Panic, fear, paralyzing depression
And when I finally DO get in touch;
It's because:
ACTUAL BEST FRIEND
I haen't heard from ***** at all but a little while ago some girl called me and was yelling at me accusing of cheating with him.
ME
AHAHAH
ACTUAL BEST FRIEND
AHAHAHA
US
LOL SKRILLE
wait , this is a different story
NO, it really fucking ISN'T.
SO
All my wages are garnshed to pay child support
I can't even TALK to my kid
and
Oh yeah.
I was only ever homeless in the first place because
This is where it happened:
BITCH
*throws fake house plant*
*RAGE*
RURNJRNH
*PUNCH to the FACE 1
This cannot be happening
*PUNCH TO THE FACE 2*
Wow, that really sounds like in the mov–
*PUNCH TO THE FACE 3*
HE'S NOT STOPPING, I GOTTA
*literally can't go anywhere, also being strangled*
so somewhere between punches 3 and 5
*FIVE PUNCHES TO THE FACE*
And I mean, he was winding his arm back and everything
Oh, it was weird how like my third roommate gave me almost the exact same injuries fighting over the thermostat.
I'm cold.
I'm hot
Well, yeah, you're from Peru and I'm from
LA
Alaska, so
I ean technically really neither of us are built for this but hey–
America needs corporate slaves so,
Welcome.
Yo soy triste.
Ay! Dios Mios. Ahora YO soy triste!
*crying*
Dios Mio
Anyway, they know you're like some kind of like–
Wizard, or like–
Wizardry's alright–
—Like a fairy–
I'm way, way bigger than any “fairies” i've seen
(and more powerful)
Some kind of like a
KEISHA THE ROADCOP
Why's she a road cop?
Idk. My brain backwards remembers her from that random McDonalds, though, when.
WAY, WAY BEFORE THAT:
(kinda)
This hasn't happened in a really long time
Staying up all night in ableton,
Then only for the day to come
To write and think about how
I've been fasting again,
but not on purpose
I've just been so stressed
Because all the bodies in my simulation are
inhuman , coughing
Keigha seemed human
Kinda
I loved her.
I love her.
I actually liked that one.
By that time it was obvious that it was all an inside job;
Each “roomate” i had been paired with had been given a specific list of buttons to push,
Things to talk about
Topics to discuss
But mostly–
Buttons to push.
Look, if I commit suicide and anyone cares at all,
there are thousands of recordings
and writings
Which indicate
“she struggled greatly with mental illness'
Or how about
I suffer greatly from
My 3rd grade teacher was a classic closet racist.
I'm eight.
She's a huge, unmarried mormon white lady
And that's super unommon
(Even for the fat ones)
Fat people can have normal lives!!
Not really. That's a lie.
BODY POSITIVITY
no , you should be ashamed.
why .
Because ive literally been tormented my
ooh , also this
I've been tortured, taunted, and humiliated my entire life,
Made to feel lesser than,
And shamed repeatedly for not only my weight,
But my skin color– and that's a whole other thing.
NO.
Having a disability and being black are not the same thing.
NO.
It's not the same thing to “skinny shame” someone as it is to
=====
Look, you're looking for equality, right?
NO.
Why?
Because ME is not equal to HER.
Why not.
I surfer more–
–I work harder.
Oh, look, by the way,
I've finally figured it out that
YOU LIVE IN THE JUNGLE
WHAT'S A JUNGLE?!?!?!
YOU'RE FAT.
WHAT'S WHAT MEAN?!
IT'S BAAAAD. But here, eat this:
What is it:
It's hamburger helper
What's this gonna help?
Nothin.
THIRD GRADE TEACH
She's a very bright girl, she jut has trouble focusing.
BULLY
*passing note*
“Losser”
SHE SPELLED ‘LOSER' WRONG.
HOW AM I THE LOSER?
SHE'S NOT EVEN SMART.
*white passing, bilingual 8 year old*
[Some spanish shit, honestly i don't know what she said because it blew my mind that she did not look, and yet was
MEXICAN.
FIrst season:
Well, since even when I work full time and have two jobs I still can't afford an apartment, even if I DIDN'T have an eviction on my record,
oh .
Well, yeah;
I got fired from my job
I couldn't function.
Like, at all
I could still breastfeed, kind of
*ouch*
But that's it.
I just couldn't…
BENTLEY is a yorkshire terrier
*teacup
BENTLEY *is a Teacup Yorkshire Terrier
What about this other thing?
Which other thing?
Oh,
I mean, I'm not racist;
I don't care what color you are
Or where you come from
But act decently
-NOBODY wants to hear your phone conversations
NOBODY wants to wake up to the sund of your voice every day
(especially after the things you've said and done to them)
And
NOBODY
Wants to pick up your trash.
In fact,
If that were my job,
I'd have killed myself already bcause
Well. This Fucking Sucks. I quit.
YOU'RE THE DEVIL.
YOU LEFT YOUR FAMILY TO TRY TO BE A ROCKSTAR.
Actually, my family abandoned me and left me homeless when I started
Eating an all-organic (at first, raw foods) whole foods diet.
wtf.
This is salad, no dressing.
Yep.
For like–
Seriously my diet has been the most depressing thing about me ever since i've been maintaining my body.
See. You can quit heroin.
You don't NEED it to survive,
Unless you're Scribbly Pibbles
Aka
You know what? It's not funny anymore
Nevermind.
When your friends go out for ice cream
Ha
Or Pizza
Lol
Lets Get McDonalds.
OK, I guess i'll just starve, then.
I guess we could insert the scene with Raven Symone here then?
Which one?
Idk.
WHere is it.
Idk.
IT's buries. *buried
[buries]
Mm. Yummah.
WE'll find it.
I don't think we're gonna find it
Maybe Sonny has it.
Damn, fuck that
Or maybe Dillon?
[Dillon Francis is a very white man]
No, but–
I don't think it's safe to put any Disney or NBC shit in here cause it's like, you know
YOu know what?
[Censored]
Hey, yeah
I don't give a fuck about your shit
Like at all
But since you want a war
And i've been brushing up on all my
Office politics and
strategies
Then I guess since
*ONE ATTACK ON MY SOUL*
stop provoking me, satan
Do you think he actually controls demons,
or it's just the government is controlled by the white supremacists
And you're being set up to fail
A little of both,
It's like a roller coaster
Minus the plummet
Explosions
Co–
Look, I actually can't write right now,
I snapped.
What do you mean
I just snapped.
I can't sleep
I also just quit smoking weed. again
Well, why'd you start
Literally everyone around me for the last
Who fucking knows how long but–
Every single body around me starts
*coughing*
So maybe i must be the
toxin
This whole world just smells like poison
Why are you trying to sterilize me.
JOIN THE MILIT
NO. No guns.
What.
PEACE.
Beg your pardon.
NO, NOW i'M BEGGING,
ALL I REALLY WANT IS TO BE LEFT ALONE
It's me again
Get away from me you creepy ass nigga
hey , it's me again
stop being around.
Out of sight, out of mind.
You know, I was almost, almost
dead
Right
So after being tortured by the US government about being SUPACREE
Bruh, I'm telling you to quit provoking me.
You're everything that's wrong with the world.
Apparently, yeah
so i tried to change that
And by the time i do
I'm obsolete
TYLA, EVERYBODY!
The me that everyone loved.
The me that was perfect
The me with
Whatever she had to make her look like that
(Water, btw. )
No, we don't have water. You'll have to drink it out of the sink.
What.
*dirty, disgusting homeless shelter bathroom sink*
yeah , drink that.
IGNORANT BLACK WOMAN
AND DON'T FORGET
I'M BETTER THAN YOU
CAUSE I'M NOT HOMELESS
(Anymore)
Because the homeless system in itself is like a
big , bleeding, gaping wound of
systemic racism
Within itself
WHY ARE WE GIVING NON-CITIZENS SO MUCH MONEY?!
It goes back into OUR econ
NO, iT DON'T.
Half of it goes to
INT. THE NIKE STORE. DAY.
What up DJ!?
I fucking quit.
Trying to get a job as a DJ:
WHERE'S YOUR FOLLOWING.
They're not gonna follow me,
Because I wear clothes in my photos
And don't sell ass
YOU DON'T SELL ASS
no
I'd consider it.
Why?
Cause little white girls make more than black girls in porn because we're so
UGLY
Ok, look, just because i called you “ugly”
Only the fat ugly ones like me when i'm fat.
Ugly doesn't negate lack of beauty
Or skin tone,
To me
It's a vibe.
Woah.
Cool colors.
Woah.
What happened to Skrillex?
He died, i think, er like
Evolved, or something
Another Grammy
*instantly disappears into a dimension so high I could never even think to*
It's lonely at the top.
I'm not lonely, i'm sick of being punished for being born.
You're not being punished! That's in your MIND!
PATHOLOGICAL LIAR MOTHER/
PEDOPHILE WIFE BEATER EX HUSBAND
THATSALL IN YOUR MIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNDDDDD
BEFORE:
Torture–
–Ridicule–
-Trauma–
Abuse
NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS.
YOu know why?
CAuse they have the same problems.
We're all the same person except for
Skrillex, The US Government,
A couple of aliens
Whatever those to things are
Those guys over these
Wtf. I thought everything is everything.
NO, it's needs to split.
What do you mean
EVERYTHING IS
NOTHING
Oh.
There's Jimmy Fallon.
FUCK! Now I gotta exp
no , i don't.
I'm just gonna make music
which ,
Doesn't really make me enough money
But it's okay.
I'm sick of working for corporations that only see dollar signs
My employee number is my name
My coworkers are all weird, and dumb
and I work harder than everybody else
But for some reason when I match the pace of my peers
You have to go with the flow of traffic.
NEW YORK CATTLE PEOPLE
INSOMNIAC CATTLE PEOPLE
YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT.
NOTHING ON YOUR PLATE HAS EVER SEEN SUNLIGHT.
That's ok.
I'm an omnivore
No, it's not,
Because
The animal you're eating is a herbivore
He
or
“it “
You gotta castrate them
but he
NOT FOOD FOOD COW
Mo..00oo?
..
yeah , i don't know.
Well, what about you
SKELOCHICKEN
*FLl**dies*
hm.
CHINA
MORE HORMONES TO POI–
I MEAN
NUTRITION YOUR PEOPLE?
AMERICA
YES, PLEASE ADD MORE DEPRESSION.
CHINA
Ok.
AMERICA
THANKS
CHINA
Also we're infiltrating with the humanoid robot genetically modified satellite controlled robot people.
AMERICA
You can do that?
STOP ASIAN HATE.
*cough*
*robotic*
*nothin*
I don't hate you guys,but this is weird and kinda shocking.
Wtf are they doing with the asians
STOP ASIAN –
Nobody hates you, we just ant to know why
*HOSTILITY*
ok , this is weird.
CHINA
Hey, we've been on this continent awhile it's getting kind of crowded.
AMERICA
*hating all the colors but needing diversity to keep the corporate slaves from rioting*
lol . they won't riot. they're all drunk or medicated
IT'S OK TO NOT BE OK
…really?
Yeah.
Wow. ok. I feel a lot
That'll be $88.50
*sighs* ….ok.
*pays*
…per pill.
That's my whole–
It's okay!
It's not okay…
Well, that's okay, because it's okay to not be okay
*huffs*
Ok
IT'S OKAY! IT'S OK! INSURANCE!
It's ONLY a $100 copay!
What.
EVERY 30 DAYS. $100
Cause we need you to not be okay
Why
RICH ASSHOLE
So i can be extremely ok.
[beat[
….
*sighs*
*finds a penny*
I'll take that too.
*....*
what ?
I tried..
Alright, I gotta tie this up.
TIE THIS UP!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!
I put all your shit in the trash.
Tie me up.
Okay, I like you
But I lie good
And i'm tired
With my eyes on
I got IONS on my filers
I got no mail
For the iron
I'm so tired
But man,
I've learned that
Sometimes, man
Well,
Just–
Live hurts
and if I swerve
And i die first
Cause this mind curse
Is my worst hurt
but ,
no
That's untrue
I got no son
I got no phone.
Got no baby momma, but my
Fire's lighting up an oven
For my bun, or muffin
I'm bluffin,
I'm stuffed but
God, I love these cumsluts.
[( Jimmy Fallon cannot participate in this project. )]
Well, why not?
Honestly, hon,
If i'm the mom in that one
Stumble upon this podcast on
stumble upon or tumblr,
Then i'm numb,
Bummed out for certain
the songs and curses,
verses make more sense than
anything
(and i mean anything and everything
Inside this simulation since
HILARY!
NO, DONALD TRUMP.
–but the conundrum comin up under
A microscope such as this:
My husband's a public figure
And this girl keeps saying *nigger*
Like the problems in the world aren't getting bigger
–so this ring around my finger,
Shall protect us from this singer,
God help her–
I hope my son never reads this…
But Jim,
The Executive Decision has been made!
She's insane! Crazy!
Abandoned her own baby for fame;
adjacently;
The Fame Game was made to be played by
Players and families
[The Wealthy and Super Elite]
Oh, you're not ugly cause you're black, just–
*splits*
*scratches humungous crotchel*
Uh…
Yeah, Ok. No.
So is this like a PSA on mental illness?
Idk. did i survive this?
Suicide.
God, why do i
Did I write this?
I might have
Something like it
But i died again
I've been inside my mind,
I lied again
I have no one to confide to cause
Okay: So every one with blue eyes has given me this sort of pain, specifically
* racism *
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
* deception
*manipulation
*dishonestly
*mistrust
I'm 8,
My third grade teacher is just
WAITING for me to fuck up
Speak out of turn
One time, she gave a soda to every person on my row
Everyone but me
Didn't explain it,
nothing.
Just
“This row wins!”
(Except for Cree)
And didn't say shit; didn't explain anything, just.
–and we're all 8,
so
lol nobody's saying shit in here but apparently that mental scar stayed buried until today,
While i'm just sitting here trying to explain why,
Something i've always found so pretty
I don't hate white women.
All of my best friends (almost)
Have been white girls
Which is how I know
*she doesn't know what she wants*
blue eyed people are aware that their eyes are a mutation/adaptation specifically meant to aide in survival by reflecting light.
I … ok, go on.
So it's not like, they're evil for it
White supremacy getting ahead entirely, so much so that the reigning world power has lost touch with reality so much that it's 8 billion inhabitants are literally dying inside out of anxiety
because we've built a dystopian society where it makes more sense to poison yourself repeatedly than to actually be a human and evolve
–Evolution is a group effort.
So yeah,
S
Fuck it
The celebrities are up here in sodom and gamora or whatever and half of the politicians are in there with them, but the truth is that while the rest of us fight over something that's technically only been programmed to exist
(there's enough food in the world, guys.)
–MAYBE NOT ENOUGH WATER THOUGH.
SUPACREE
That's why you're trying to make me CRY?
They're psychic tears!
BUT WHERE DO THE TEARS COMEFROM.
HEAVEN.
Literally.
Nowhere you can see or ever reach because
DEMONS AREN'T REAL. YOU'RE CRAZY.
Wtfever I was raised in the united states of america where GOD is implicated on all of our currency as if it's no curse of blasphemy within itself– blasphemy which WE made up just to control people because
well , apparently all the people
–all the people–
the big ones, the little ones,
The fat one e the short ones, the girls and the boys
–are still going to keep making more peopl e
Somethings will never change.
Boys will be boys.
My ex husband may not actually be satan himself;
You know, cause satan can't stay in one place
SATAN ISN'T REAL
Ok.
Are we seriously going to sit here and pretend like nobody has ever read a history book in their life
YES
EVIL EXISTS.
IT ALWAYS HAS.
It's not in your head!
You're not okay!
You were brought here,
Amost entirely with the purpose
Of servitude
(most of us)
Living beneath some of those who have
never known
The pain of poverty
the grief of homelessness
The cruelty of racism
REVERSE RACISM IS REAL.
OH REAALLY?????!!
NIGGER.
CRACKER.
Which one do you want to eat?
Neither, honestly, I'd just-
Oh my God, he's up!
Like a glass of
Oh My God! My God! He's Alive!
TYLA
I got it!
JIMMY FALLON
Water.
Wtf is Jimmy Fallon doing in a coma.
IDK cause who the fuck just beat the shit out of JImmy Falon?
I'm assuming it's not his
Could actually be–
Babymama.
hm .
…Unless it was.
Into a coma?!
“Why Women Kill”
Oh, I get it. They're trying to see if i' P m violent.
At this point
________LINES
____________________- BEING _______
___________CROSSSS
ok , i fuked skrilex.
I KNEW IT.
I TOLD YOU.
See, look this is not
It's not
Like, it doesn't have to be special or anything, i just–
Need it.
SKRILLEx/SONNY
…I beg your pardon?
SUPACREE
Please, don't beg…
SKRILLEX
*face*
SUPACREE
I mean–
SKRILLEX
*squints*
Unless you're into that, or something. I don't know!
“I don't know”
SKRILLEX
So wait, you're a fan.
[Apparently, or obviously, cause, I'm honestly getting this play by play, here, finishihg writing story in a stream of consciousness–]
(or unconsciousness)
Oh! That's MY coma! Nice!
Damn. Wtf.
[--like in real time–or, like,
was, before I got distracted thinking about
Shit, I got so much stuff I gotta do.
[INSERT CELEBRITY APPEARANCE HERE]
Well, perhaps this is one of them.
Holy shit, I'm acid.
What.
How did that happen so fast it's only been like
What?
Well, how long's it been?
I don't know, now well, where'd she go.
It's Over.
What?
It's gone.
Just let me go
ok .
Just let me go.
ok .
Just let me go.
What if I just JUMP UP
NO.
Don't do that.
The kit is stronger than you, Jimmathin.
“Jimmathin”!”
What, you wanted
KING JAMES
Fine, I'll write it.
What.
What is this.
This is just like
Woah
[Art]
Wow.
Yeah.
There's a lot.
A R T
JIMMY FALLON is a
Are we going this?
How else am i supposed to explain
“ I L L U M I N A T I
Look
I'm you.
ok .
You're me.
alright.
[Young Gods] Wrking title
Didn't they aready do this–
Or something like this?
Yes, but I wrote it first.
TV
Come and Get it!
RAP WORLD
UNH
YOu'RE A LOSER
UNH
IMA NIGGA SO WHAT
UHHHH
Shut up, drake
UNNNNHHH
I'm gonna call you up
UN
That's enough
OOOOHHHBIIIIRRRRRRRRRR
That's it. You're done.
WASTED.
YOU DON'T WANNA BLACK BOY
I GOT LOTS OF BLAC GIRLS
WHITE GIRLS
MOLLY, ROCK
WHITE GIRL,
WHITE GIRLS
CHINESE EYES
I LIKE HER
THIGHS
Sunni, shut up
In UNISON
Sep: I MADE IT!
EARLIER:
SEP, FROM UNISON
Gimmie a dollar.
….okay, but I only have one dollar.
Jimmy Fallon
ILLUMINATI
Please explain this.
JAMES FALLON is a simple man.
IS HIS NAME JAMES?!
I don't know, but who names their kid
JIMI
Oh, no, that's like,
Like you know,
JImi Hendrix
aww , i loved that baby…
I love babies.
I love her.
aw . this is
WRAP IT UP
This is a lot of stories, okay, but mainly how somehow I got
T R A U M A (D)
Whait, where's Dillon Francis?!
Who the fuck cares.
Wake up.
For waht.
I gotta get waisted.
You mean *wasted*
Shut up.
Wait so like, DIllon and CC are like
Together?
DJ*
Oyeah. DJ. DJ the DJ
[DJ the DJ]
[BJ the DJ]
ok , that was also, like, first season
YOu're right, Justin, this is getting Meta.
I'm not Hustin, I'm Rick.
What.
I'm Rick.
No, no you're
RICK SANCHEZ
IT'S ME. i'M BACK. i”M THE REAL RICK SANCHEZ.
well la-teee–
UNITY
You forgot about me, didnt you?
UNITY!?
That's why everyone is assimilated.
Damn, you're really good a dissociating?
Would you rather I not be?
CUT BACK TO:
Homeless shelter: The Reject Pile, The literally runoff of the
World.
Right.
The broken, forgotten women that.
Woah, her whole face was FUCKED UP.
She went back to him
NOOOOO
(but like, that was me)
Whatever. If you don't have kids, run!
Fuck it, if you have kids, run
just run at night and do it
Quickly
Just get out.
Quietly
Shhh.
Wait, isn't it just as bad the other way around?
What? Huh *still fucked up*
You're high right now?
No, i”m not high
I mean
I Am
I mean, I wanna get FUCKED UP.
What are you saying?
What i'm saying is;
I would get high on anything else but life right now
why
Cause i wanna die
so die
i can't
why
otta solve this
what .
Why i can't die.
You WHAT?!
I CAN'T DIE!
US GOVT
It's true! We tried like three times already.
This can never lead back to us
Did they give you a script!?
Brings up random story from childhood even i forgot about.
So you want me to drink water out of this
*basically a toilet*
Actually, the toilet might have been cleaner if she wasn't such a
WHORE.
What.
She was a whore.
I kind of figured.
Why?
By the way the toilet smelled when she used it
*sniffs* ok. This is everybody.
This is a lot of everybody.
This is everybody,
But then everybody left,
Then more people came
And everybody came back.
This is everybody.
This is too many
*blacks*
WHAT?!
Look, like i said, it's not racism that diversity is getting more important than just hiring 7 white people and 1 or two of the rest of us for coloration and entertainment
Cause even god knows
Sadistic white supremacists love watching
Everybody else kill each other over
Things they already have.
WHITE SUPRMACISTS
Oh shit, it's the guys from Equinox.
(it is, in fact, those guys)
Wait. did i never finish my story about
so what was the whole thing about
BODY SHAMING IS WRONG.
Bruh whatever the whole earth is a body and what “our”*coughs* species has done to it is pretty much the most shameful thing literally ever because we're mostly all racists kind of in one way or another or have judgements and intolerances – but
*coughs*
What?
Why are we treating Anxiety as a mental illsness?
Cause it's in your head?
SYNETHESIA
No, this shit it
*Skrill
Fuck it
P H Y s I cAAlLLLLLLLLLL
Whats wrong with him
I don't kno w
please eat, would you.
lol . no.
How long is this fast
[LOUD MOTORCYCLE/SATAN]
*stomach blowing bubbles of acid before its even audible in my ears*
ow .
*coughs*
ok , ow.
*coughing*
Ok, ow.
What if, that gross,
Scary, evil coughing thing that's following me is just
JIMMY FALLON.
STOP FOLLOWING ME.
YOU FOLLOWED ME HERE.
PLEASE, OH GOD, OH MERCIFUL GOD IN HEAVEN.
What? God's not in heaven right now!!!
SHE'S NOT?! WELL, WHERE IS SHE?
GONE.
GONE WHERE , GOD CAN'T be GONE. GOD IS GOD.
MARK
LUKE
JOhN
PETER
….ok, this is getting strange.
KING JAMES
Finally, Jesus.
Well, when does Jesus get here, then.
Later.
LATER:
Can I go now?
No
What did you say was the
Do you even read what you post sometimes?
No, I mostly just write it then forget it exists
What, really?
Yes. So by the time you're reading this.
It may have been years.
Oh shit, this show's still on.
Yeah.
That's fucking nuts.
Yeah.
This shit gets craaaaazzy.
my fans
Yo dude, I had one roommate that might have been
whatever, you had to have heard my podcast if you know anything about
[PASSWORD]
You want me to kill myself?
*indifference*
WHAT DO YOU WANT
…
…..
……
Why?
Why WHAT?
Why are YOU not fuckked up on that couch somewhere, or like, dead?!
Technically, I am!
What?
This is a homeless shelter!
Yes, obviously, however:
Go on.
Everyone here is sad.
Correct.
Everyone here is broken.
Yes.
Everyone here has been hurt–
probably
Beaten–
Yes,
Some of us
Reviled.
YO.
Thisfuckedup.
I gotta get out of here.
Damn, so like, you pay child support and everything–
But you don't even get to see your kid?
And when you do it's on his terms,
Because of nepotism
And the assumption that
as the bi-racial half of a bi-racial relationship,
It must have been you that fucked up
So much so
That you deserve that
And no matter what you do is wrong
How was I wrong?!
Your pussy stinks.
That's it?
Yep.
You have mental problems.
But my pussy clean. *shrugs*
Anyway.
Maybe I should be meditating
I am META - TATING.
Duh.
INDIGEIDIOTS
AHAHAHA . GOOD ONE.
SHAQ
AHAH
Not right ow dude.
SHAQ
Why not me?!
Because, dude, we have like one scene together, and i'm terrified of you.
SHAQ
I am picking you up now.
no , no, shaquille o'neal
yes , actually–
wait , what's your name again
S U P A C R E E
n..o…
YES. THERE SHE IS
WHERE IS SKRILEX
SHAQ
UP.
Why does he sound so dumb?
Cause he's BIG.
So that means he' dumb?
NO, but I also can't afford another celebrity appearance unless,
Pasqualle
PASQUALE ON THE BEACH
Why is it–
BECAUSE
[PASQUALE ROTELLA is on the beach.]
PASQUALE
No.
AWW, COME ON.
PASQUALLE
NO, SUPA U
Who is that? !
PASQUALE
SHUT UP.
Woah, okay, ouch.
PASQUALE
You just said ***** 147 times.
NO.
but
NO. U.
What
BE
U.
(lmfao why does he have that like mirror thing white people in the
When is this
Forever
Lmfao you're trying to fry yourself a sunburn tan with a giant mirror.
BLUE EYED MOTHERFUCKER
No, i'm *** staring in mirror intently***
Wow, your eyes are really pretty
MEANWHILE
[DILLON FRANCIS is about to DIE.]
oh, you again.
ohFUCK.
[But his eys are really pretty]
*glamour*
Damn.
Wow.
She has a baby!
wait , WHAT.
CUT TO:
Wait, Dillon Francis is having a baby?!
YES.
WHEN?!
[NOW)
WHENEVER.
DAMN.
[BEAT]
WIBEATER
You rang?
NO.
Hahahahaha42055555555555fucku.
Whatthefuckishappeningritenow.
I GOTTA GO.
JUST BEAT IT, MICHAEL JACKSON.
The silhouette of SUPACREE bedazzles as she dances
C'ESME'T
KATEY SAGAL
Are we back to me yet?
In a minute.
Broh you have all these rich people mad deep in their feelings.
I guess.
(I am their feelings)
It would be great if they were mad deep in their pockets for [The Festival Project™]
Why.
Excuse me.
Why would anybody do that,
When for the last
[However]
15 Minutes
RANDOM NON COINCIDENCE
Your 15 minutes is up.
That's impossible, because I'm living in a homeless shelter.
Which is where you deserve to be.
Huh.
For being born.
Excuse me?
Everything you've ever done.
*breath, walk talk*
Is wrong
(I Am.)
HOLD ON JIMMY, DON'T LET GO
I might let go.
DON'T.
Lol
This kite just might be stronger than you, Jimmy Fallon.
I hate this guy.
What is he?! Japanese!
(Ive often wondered, not worth knowing, though, cause what's about to happen is)
T H E W I N D
IIIIIII
Please don't cry
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
plase dont
Nono
Nnnnnnssssssnsnsnsnsnsnfnffn
V.O.
Poor Little Jimmy Fallon…
W I N DS
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUDNDNDFFFFFFFF
I AM DEFINITELY STRONGER THAN THIS KITE.
No. no, you are not
Wouldn't it be it's “the wind” “the wind is stronger than me”
No, Jimmy Fallon
James
Shut up–
It's the KITE
DIRECTOR
That's the line! Got it?
And if you break fourth wall,
When we're live, or just– ever again,
WHAT. could be jimmy fal0n sure.
Namesake police talkin bout:
If we can put ot AI Michael Jackson,
God rest his soul, which reminds me,
After this scene, put the one with
[The Soul Kitchen]
I'M A MAN!
T H E W I N D
AAAAAAAAAAA–
*sniffles*
oh , maybe not.
hm.
JIMMY FALLON
*sigh of–
T H E W I N D
SSFFFLLAAAAAAAAAAACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
KITE: BLOOP.
x_x
DEATH.
NO SHAQ! Put me down!
SHAQ
You can DOWN when the BASS is ALSO THERE.
SUPACREE
No, you don't mean–
SHAQ
We WILL drop the bass.
SUPACREE
Put me down! I'm a grown ass woman!
SHAQ
*purses*
SUPACREE
I am NOT a tiny person.
SHAQ
I know: I'm married to one.
SUPACREE
I know, i know. the entire world cringes about it, however, congratulations on your happy
SHAQ
DUBSTEP.
SUPACREE
NO, NO DUBSTEP
SHAQ
DUBSTEP.b
SUPACREE
OH, GOD, NO, PLEASE
SHAQ
Maybe a little rap
SUPACREE
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Andy Sandbourg.
Uh, ok, wait, whose
THE LONELY ISLAND
WHEN WILL THE BASS DROP?!
(When will the bass drop?)
–When will the bass drop
OH. That's why that island is lonely.
YES.
DO. NOT.
UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES
Ok
DROP THIS BASS.
Ok.
I”ll be right back.
Ok.
[beat]
[another beat]
[some tension]
[space]
[more tension]
[The lights cut
CUT TO:
JANET JACKSON bursts through the panoramic window.
…
You are not Dillon Francis
FIGHT
Wait, fight w–
JANE JACKSON
Alright you!
HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?
lol ‘Jane Jackson?'
You know, just in case she didn't want to commit, but you know
Janet Jackson was one of the first ones to approach me to show interest about this project.
IT'S ALL FACETIOUS LIES.
(t's not tho, i'm bein 100% honest and truthful bout everything, so .)
LIE
what .
LEARN HOW TO LIE.
Excuse me?
or , hey, listen:
You can tell the truth, but at least be funny.
This is funny.
*homelessness*
*niggers*
STOP SAYING THAT.
Isn't it weird how the word almost only offends white people now cause
Cause we're all capitalists.
Capitalists.
People that believe in money.
Oh.
AS GOD.
oh .
YOu have none.
oh .
YOU are the devil
ugh GROSS. You'RE BROKE.
What.
GET OUT.
What
We don't need you here. We need people to hit the workforce, buy things, and never complain unless it end in
ME
MAKING
MONEY
Ok, fine, so like I just was saying.
JANET JACKSON
WHERE'S MY BROTHER?!
WHEVER HE IS! I DON'T KNOW!
[I'm getting really tired so i'm not going to describe in full brutal detail how Janet Jackson is whooping–
Who is this
Is whooping this other character's ass right now.
Wait, Whoopi.
Fuck. You saw it.
Yeah, You're Whoopi Goldberg!
WhattheFUCK.
But you're als Janet Jackson!
I Am.
WHY?!
Look, I didn't know you were a channel, alright
EARLIER:
CUT SCENES FROM A VERY BRUTAL BATTLE
SAY UNCLE
NNNNOOO____YuuuurrrrJANETJACKSON
SAY UNCLE
Control, Janet Jackson
Seriously?! You picked that song for this montage?!
it's!
SAYUNCLE
UNCLESAMWANTS–U–TO WIN
THIS FUCKING BATTLE—YAGH–
JANET JACKSON
SAY
UNCLE
JUNGLE
OH SHIT.
Hold up.
Okay, real quick.
Remember those people in the jungle that don't know their in a jungle
DANE COOK
WHATEVER, I'M NOT DONG THIS PROJECT.
IT'S TOO LATE, YOU'RE IN.
DANE COOK
OK.
But i'm gonna make you forget about it
For like a really long time
Ok
Until you forget who I am at all.
Alright.
Many, many lifetimes.
Go on.
Until I find you again.
And you WILL.
And i WILL. AND WHEN I DO
I AM NOT DOING THIS PROJECT
I am SO not-famous I have almost been
FORGOTTEN.
Forgotten at
FORGOTTEN AT ALL!
And I will not
AND YOU WILL NOT KNOW ME.
ok .
…ok.
So.
So….
kite.
kite.___________________________________________________FL|| IIII IIIII YYYYY AAA |||||||
UNCLE– UNCLE–UNCLE
JANET JACKSON
NOW SING ABC by THE JACKSON 5!
WHAT?!
SING IT.
UNCLE. UNCLE!!!
I WANNA HEAR A SONG.
Damn, Janet Jackson still got it.
WHOOPI GOLDBERG
What gave me away?
Your left hook.
Still got it.
I know.
Even in the wrong body, now look.
If I'm not Michael Jackson
Could never be
Neither could you
O0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
lol she's not gonna do this movie.
She might. she's friendly.
besides.
ABC…
KEEP GOING, BUT BETTER
EEEEASY AS 1-23…UNCLE!
THERE'S NO UNCLE IN ABC!
Do you think we're at a feature yet?
Notquite
Why, how oong's a feature?!
Till it isn't.
Right., so
Look, obese americans
I know its hard to face the facts–
Or anything at all, because, you know
“I'm going to start eating right–
….later”
and nobody's judging you at all, actually because.
That was me.
(Is still me)
When i'm eating
food , which was my
Adderall.
What.
You needed adderall. Youe entire life and never got it.
Yeah I know.
Because you're black.
Maybe that's not why.
What do you mean.
Maybe that's not why. Maybe when
Look, my mom wasn't going to take me to a doctor for focus issues,
I would cry and cry when my dad would leave.
It's probably for the best that I stay away,
I'm a psycho now.
I might killl you.
I would like that because I just can't seem to.
CAPITALIZE. CAPITALIZE OFF THIS PROJECT!
HOW?
SELL YOUR ASS.
WHAT? No that's
(Only Fans)
What.
Look, you can't just BE a DJ: You can, but you're gonna need like, 3 other jobs, and some hustles and shit, cause everybody else.
How come.
Because, dumbass , you're not Skrillex;
Or whoever he sits with.
[TINA FEY Is a whatever. ]
What does this mean
I don't know.
By the way, nothing's making me “do this”
It's called “automatic writing”, it's some kind of extraterrestrial psychic shit,
I don't know.
My pain unlocked all my colors, and well.
KITE.
____________________________________________________________________KE$HA
Now I'm God.
Wait, How long's a feature?
OOOOOOIOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, WE'RE HALFWAY THERE.
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
30 ROCKEFELLER PLAZA, MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
So dumb the state has the same name as the city
I kno
So dumb
Bro could you imagine being like a comedian or like an actor during the like
“The Good Old Days”
I swear I'm about to stop
Don't stop.
SAY, IS THAT A
wait , i think i feel a song coming on
Oh yeah, i hear it…
Something like
Fuck
How to tell an obstacle
From a crossword,
Or draw slung crosses on awkward
Wax polished
silver scratched ponds
On the surface or
Then it all starts picking up
When i turn on my pic or sing,
I turn to write and this
Motorcycle wants to eat me from the inside out
Cause the man who rides it
Got nothing on to watch on his instagram stories
No only fans models
Just hot soft porn
And he's so far from a microphone
–but far at all
Cause i started to talk, then
The car alarms going off
all i got a words, really
The music is gone
A couple albums coming,
The old stuff I made on my long journey
being homeless
with no son
Long sauna jaunts
(and I mean)
Sometimes from Sunday to Monday
And monday would have come and then gone,
Before I could come home
Cause there wasn't one
Only a sauna, at my job
Well, one of them
The other's across town and,
I might just make it in time
(i won't though)
I spent my first check on a bike
(my mom lives across town, but she don't even know i'm
Homeless;
Nevermind,
She knows this,
She's just
Preoccupied with
THE BLACKEST THING i'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.
That's a person, not a thing.
No, you made yourself a thing
THEY. made you a thing. To THEM. but when they walk away–
I'm a man.
–The world's yours.
You are not my kid.
I get that.
It's the prettiest day New York City has Ever seen
Oh shit, this is fucking IT.
This is theMOVIE.
DILLON FRANCIS
GOOD. CAUSE I'VE. HAD IT.
ST. JIMMY
Oh, shit.
I better run.
Wait, Greenday is in this?!
Everybody's in this
IAMBIC!!!!
(it's a rock opera)
Yeah God.
Speaking of THE ROCK
DWAYNE JOHNSON
YOOOOOOOOO.
Wtf.
Whatthefuck.
WHY YES, I AM A WHAT THE FCK.
CUT TO BLACK:
[The Festival Project ™]
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
“”
AFTER DA CREDITZ
LOL WHAT CREDITS,
I'm streaming this
EDITORS
OH YOU WILL SEE THESE CREDITS.
these are insanely creative credits.
TINA FEY
(But way less cute)
What color is that,
What is what
Your hair now
Is it like
MELISSA MCCARTHY
clover….
“It's Honeydew Blondi
What
“Honeydew Blondike”
*blonde-like, but
Holly. Which one?!
Honeydew Blondish.
Well it's weird.
You're fucking weird.
Wait have you ever actually met Tina Fey
*unruly, wild shit*
Oh yeah, that bitch is crazy.
LIZ!!!
GET BACK HERE.
Uh.
HOLLY ROBINSON PETE
No, officer Hanson
Detective
You were demoted.
I wasn't demoted.
You know what.
I was SHOT,
CAPTAIN HOFFS is being haunted by her best friend's from back in the day; they are ghosts. She is the last surviving
CAST MEMBER
Look, what character am I supposed to be.
lol WHATEVER YOU WANT
what would you call this?
Your “sexy” passenger?
No, Dexter…
Or, is it
MICHAEL C. HALL
I don't know. I think that's for you to decide
No, dude, the whole point of the festival project is sometimes—
It doesn't
…
Zzz
Wait, what happened.
skrillex left the chat.
Hm. I wonder where he went.
THE B- SIDE
FINALLy, the BEYONCÉ PART
HAVENT YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION?
THE WHOLE THING IS
“THE BEYONCÉ PART”
Because
GOD
BEEEEEYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*Beyonce, being Skrillex*
[expletive]
Ohhhhhhhh, that's how she got the accent over theeeeeeeeeeeeee
—————eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeé
matter.
Once we have been decended, and innosense is ost; Far outside of the indgom of Scencia at Heaven's Gates, To infinity and beyond, we will all forget one another…
PREVIOUSLY, on…
Wait, what is this?
Whatever it is.
“it Is
In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time
Shit.
[The counter attack
Mover the counter attack
Over the hill and into your memory
Simple the end of the template
For temple, stuff from resentment
Impractical actually contracted
False flagged, black balled and gagged
Black box, canticles
Catnip for facts,
Obstacles,
Abstract acid fasts
Fantastic, fur tan lines
And so futuristic for fans
Scripted, this entry is
Limited, click bait resentments
Jesus is—
Fanstastic, actually
Magic tricks vs imagination
Instagram, leave it to the
—Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
THIS IS A WHATTHEFUCK.
WTF.
And this —
[Tina Fey, but cuter]
TINA FEY
(actual)
What does that mean??
is a whatever.
*|*
[whatever.]
Ugh, this is gonna take forever-
Lights up on Washington Heights
Up at the break of day
I wake up
—and it must be a different day
Cause I'm above in the Bronx
It fuckin sucks
I got a lot to discuss
Hop on this bus
Down on my luck
In uptown
Los Angrle's time's up
I'm square now
You scared now?
Fire like
Smoky the bear now
Smoked salmon,
Damn I'm sweating my hair out
Scary out there, scout!
Order of the Phoenix
Is out of order now
So sort out the books
For storyboard albums
It's occult clsssic
Without all the
Bells and whistles
Silence a pistol
To spit thru your window
To split you
Sentimental
It's just a mental indiscretion
Judas escariot
Scary isn't it
Monsters and fairytale business
Many mouses
And Minnie ripperton
Sympathies, really
For mentioning
It's just
My attention
Is
Getting
Shorter
Than
These sentences
Or Skrillex is
Haha
The methods were devious?
Me?
Made enemy out of man
But is envious of
I genius indegenous intentions
With this sacraments
Exactly what it isn't:
Sacrificial
ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'
omg . where's he from.
aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis
I'm leaving now..
Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***
Ugh.
“I _ NY”
Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—
EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which
MEANWHILE,
Ugh.
Farro.
…Your Majesty.
I need help.
Don't burden me with your woes.
I beg your pardon?
No, don't beg.
—and we're back!
Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!
Come on! What's my name?
Zoolander!
No, my actual name—
ZOOLANDER.
—-
Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.
What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!
*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—
Ahem.
Not this much.
Don't check the—
ILLUMINA—
Fuck that
My phone makes calls with the
Cellular turned off now
How about that
Damn
You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.
*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.
*sipping liquor* she is evil.
“My Imaginary Friend”
In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time
Shit.
The counter attack
Mover the counter attack
Over the hill and into your memory
Simple the end of the template
For temple, stuff from resentment
Impractical actually contracted
False flagged, black balled and gagged
Black box, canticles
Catnip for facts,
Obstacles,
Abstract acid fasts
Fantastic, fur tan lines
And so futuristic for fans
Scripted, this entry is
Limited, click bait resentments
Jesus is—
Fanstastic, actually
Magic tricks vs imagination
Instagram, leave it to the
Oh My God. I love The Yeah Yeah Yeahs!
Yeah, uh, ok.
*..*
*panics*
0.0
*. *
oh …
*takes massive bong rip*
*almost ghosts it*
*nvm huge clouzdz*
…noooo.
hey.
sup.
Has anyone seen–
Whatsup?
[beat]
Has anybody seen, like, a cyclops.
THE CYCLOPS Dissappears after Jesse AKA SUBTRONICS
CUT TO: BEFORE
FUCK
WHAT WAS IT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
laughing out loud in infinite dimensions
HA–
Nvm
JIMMY FALLON
[explitive]
‘The Lolipop Guild”
This better be easier to get into than the writer's guild.
–or the actor's guild–
Or the Academy.
Why on EARTH would you want to be in The Academy?
Because, Uh, ARTS.
Oh yeah, huh
Besides ,it's on EARTh
I guess so
And, of course
NOMINATIONS:
S–
No.
You didn't even let me finish
NOMINATIONS IN TIS CATEGORY ARE
SK–
NO.
YOU DIDN'T
Lol swing vote.
….get it?
TIMMY
*Whippet*
hah–*dies.
MEANWHILE, at the infinite
SHould we help him
Haha
probably
YO, WHERE'S MY CYCLOPS AT?!
*literally blowing out clouds and fire *
FUUUUUUUUCK
A MYSTERIOUS INDIVIDUAL ASSUMED TO BE “THE NOTORIOUS SUPACREE” has dropped the humankind
most sought after and coveted treasure from the top of the entertainment capital of the world–
The Hollywood Sign?!
NO,
LIZ LEMON
IT'S THE ROCK! IT'S HeRE.
LET US GO
WE SHAL GOOOOOOOO
GOOOOSASHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSS
BIGGIE
LLOOK JUST LET ME RIDE WITCHALL, AIGHT?
Nah, man.
Wtf.
MEANWHILE
Uh
What happened.
I don't know.
[THE HELLAVATOR HAS STOPPED. ]
Oh shit, this is the part.
[AS it turns out, each time the bass is dropped, the amethyst disappears to an entirely separate dimension…]
WEll, that's ok.
HOw many times could that possibly happen, right?
This is the only possible way to combat overpopulation!
YOU CAN'T JUST BASS JUMP THE ENTIRE WORLD INTO A SEPERATE DIMENSION.
BEFORE:
THE CYCLOPS
| |
_
*shrugs*
hits bong
THE CYCLOPS
SUBTRONICS.
0 0
…
S
MEANWHILE, AT THE INFINITE RAVE [HELL'S SIDE]
CAN'T. STOP.
DANCING
AAAAAyayayaAAAAA
AAHAHAHHHH
WHEN WILL THE BASS DROP.
Right
WE GOT HER.
“IT”
Or like “the??”
WHATEVER.
SHE'S AT THE ROCK
[The Amethyst hovers, glowing just at reach]
Oh. THE ROCK!
yikes.
[ALL ELEVATORS HAVE
stopped .
Uh oh.
well , that can't be good.
I hope nobody's late!
DISSAPPEARED.
[NYFD marvels at the completely hollow elevator shaft]
THE MAYOR
*.*
MEDIA
…how should we spin this.
I've got it
SACRE BLUR!!!
LE*GASP*
LE SOLAR DEL SOLEIL!
GASPING FRENCHLY
SACRE BLUR
SACRE
THE NMINATIONS IN THIS CATEGORY ARE
NO. NO SKRILLEX.
YOu're not even in the aademy. I am the academy I own the academy
SUPER JEWISH ACCOUNTANT
Shruggning, but jewish
She's right
Where's the director
Almost here.
SAM
WHAT CAT
YOU ARE NOT IN THIS SHOW!
SAM
I OBVIOUSLY AM, THOUGH.
NO, YOU'RE FIRED.
NO, I QUIT.
Oh shit, I literally forgot about that show
ARIANA
breaking 4th wall
No, you didn't.
Ū
Or at least, I didn't.
THERE SHE IS: GET HER
I'M NOT FINISHED WITH MY ONION RINGS
JEANETTE MCCURDED
YOU PICKED DAN SHNIEDER OVER ME?!
WE HAD TO ! WE DID THE GOOD BURGER THING
ED finds THE AMETHYST in his
In his what
I don't know. Something
ED
–WOAH–
–heh
KEENAN
NO.
WHAT .
NO. I herd about you little TV-Voodoo–whatchacalit
Less stereotypically negro spiritual
NO MORE OF THAT
Ya'll need jesus,
I do't know what is goin on over there at the rock,
You got the Illuminati, The CIA
Whatever that is.
[Skrillex] –Which,
At this ppoint, could literally mean
[Anything.]
Or
[Anyone]
(But, really it's just technically)
JIMMY FALLON(is),
now though somewhat closer to ground level
Way too lazy to format right now…
SKRILLEX!
()™
Fucku
AHAHA JIMMY FALLON
THIS FLYING FUCKIN KITE IS A BREEZE FOR ME
YOU WILL NEVER COME DOWN!!!!
AHAHAHA
I WILL COME DOWN
YOU WILL NOT COME DOWN
I WILL COME DOWN
YOU WILL NOT
(I Guarantee, Jimmy Falon, that you will not come down.)
I WILL COME DOWN! AND WHEN I DO COME DOWN! I WILL D BATTLE YOU
AND ROCKSTAR BATTLE YOU
AND ACTOR/COMEDIAN BATTLE YOU!
AND I WILL WIN
WHEN I DO COME DOWN
CAUSE I
WILL
COME
DOWN
CHRISTOPHER NOLAN
HELLO?!
I AM A
TIME TRAVELER, TRAPPED IN A FILm
This is actually a tragic situation.
Ya that situation is tragic over there.
GOD
I love manhattan
it's So phallic.
.
KEENAN has just borroed ROCKAFELLER PLAZA's employee time machine to find Jimmy Fallow; It is the 2010's
(or like, before that, cause everybody's ancient af now)
right .
KEENAN
JIMMY! COME ON!
JIMMY FALLs ON
Oof
KEENAN
C'MON! LET'S GO! We are LIVE in 10! llike TEN YEARS AGO, Literally
what . who are you
I don't have time for your gallivanting nonchalonce! [he, by the way, ha aged considerably since
BEFORE:
KITE: FLOOF
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT c. 2018 - 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
—what it is.”
-God.
<3
(s)
-Ū.
First rule of inter dimensional time traveling…
DON'T.
I smelled like an old, wet bandaid. My heart wasn't in it anymore—looking in the mirror for progress after nearly a month of extreme training and dieting, i could feel the difference, but not see it. Perhaps it was the result of sleeping under the white devil, or just the lack of good coffee since departing from Mexico—still, something was off about my energy, in the way that I was moving about my day to day—or, I should note, the way that I was barely moving—I seemed to be under a spell of mediocrity and apathetic listlessness, emotions and passions welling up in an uncontrollable, irritating and chaotic fury; i was lost from love.
I hugged a tree in the entryway to the parking lot if the gym; it almost seemed to hug me back—and, in the broad daylight, I fought the will to lay my head down in relief, as if she had offered me a shoulder to cry all the tears that I needed; behold, however, the tears would come indeed, as I barely tried at the pectoral machine or whatever it was. After selecting Daft Punk's Discovery Album as the track for my first circuit, One Last Time bellowing into my sweaty earbuds as tears streamed down by face—without having to address it in too long, I realized I missed my son; not that it mattered. My ex husband was the evil everything that had ruined me—or rather, I was the evil thing that ruined myself by loving him. At least I was no longer nearly 400 pounds—not that it mattered. The leftovers made it impossible for me to go about my life acting as if nothing had happened; I couldn't wear almost anything without bulging and unsightly rolls. Being dark skinned might not have been so bad, as long as I could be perfect—maybe that's why every rapper bragged about fixing up girls in exchange for sex; it was too bad I wasn't attracted to black men enough to let that happened. Maybe I was supposed to have taken the bait of my brother and law while living in his home in Las Vegas—I could have had the all access pass to driving one of his three Mercedes, and maybe even lucky enough to have had my skin reduction surgery sponsored by the drug money he boastfully prided himself on, being a “business owner”. But no, I had let my own pride neglect his underhanded proposition; He couldn't fuck be, but even almost a year later, at least had the benefit of making me feel stupid for not taking advantage, obsessing over my body to a point that anyone would clearly consider unhealthy.
I occasionally would look up at the screens in front of whatever machine I was working at, wondering
“What the fuck am I watching?”
As always, I knew if it was FX, it was assuredly something captivating—I didn't need more than its logo to be reminded of my once-obsession with Kurt Sutter's writing, demolishing Sons of Anarchy episode by episode once weekly for years, and repeatedly bing watching The Sheild until I could recite each episode word for word, and understand the happenings of any given season In Portuguese.
Fuck this.
For some reason, it was Rihanna's hit Only girl In the world blasting over the loud speakers after the conclusion of the Daft Punk album—that made me quit and call it a day; I had only been on the floor an hour and a half, which anyone would call a good workout, but to me it felt like giving up—like I was weak; but something about Rihanna's voice had allowed the picture of her perfect, skinny silhouette from the cover of one of her albums, or maybe a single (I didn't know, as I had never really considered myself a fan of hers, even though I could admire her vocals, and did recall with vivid conclusion cycling at least two of her hits on repeat in my high school days) but either way, I had probably always harnessed a deep disgruntlement and bitterness towards her, not simply for being about the complexion my mother constantly told me she wished I could have been, or “should” have been, but also for being so wonderously skinny—another thing my mother wished I should and could have been and always hated me for not being—though, it was true that the last time we had spoken, she commented on how perfect my figure was becoming, to which I replied cockily “I know.”
But I hated everything about y figure now, and hadn't even the clothes I needed to help accentuate it; I possessed only a low-impact sports bra, which would have been a cute tube top on anyone with a body worth looking at—and a Victoria's Secret zip-up sports bra, which was falling apart and after being washed and worn to bits, was now not only too big, but also lacked almost any support at all. I felt fit, and probably was, under all the wretched skin and sagging I was sure came first handed my from Satan himself, as I was sure God was punishing me by assigning me to such an unforgivably unlovable vessel—not to say I wasn't fuckable, as I always knew I could l grab a decent enough dick and take it for a spin—but I had never seen the dopey-eyed, puppy like gaze of a man in love with a beautiful woman on me, ever, besides once—on the heavy (read: obese) light-skinned black man who I befriended at my first EDC, who clung to me for dear life and treated me like I was the light of the worlds for the duration of our friendship—-SUPACREE's first fan, a true hype man, and valuable asset during my free from Alaska; however, I never did feel the same thing for him as he did for me and was thoroughly dismissive, eventually growing apart entirely—however, if a decent looking Caucasian man had ever looked at me or treated me the same, i would know I had somehow reached my goal. I just wasn't attracted to black men—something I had been made, of course by black men, to feel ashamed of—certainly in the same way that most Caucasian men weren't really “into black girls”; probably the same thing that made all little white girls appear as demonic vampires, aside from the actual privelege and soul-sucking unawareness of any of the world's actual problems.
It was becoming clearer and clearer with each passing day at Equinox that I was again the Guinea pig central to some kind of secret social experiment, or worse, psychological—which meant of course I had become allures into a trap and had always been the perfect prey—still a dumb, fat, lazy and now hood-bound nigger with a taste for luxury and the wellness that had been stripped from the lower realms at all—desperate for the life I had designed for myself on my own but still trapped in some kind of hex or curse—some strange and bodiless demon always find its way next to, around or near me—anyone I liked, loved, or became close to had vanished, and I was left alone to suffer in the loveless and dark underworld without any solid way to escape. I had been fed with garbage for weeks —almost no fruits and vegetables at all, and had been without water for quite some time, my clothes were embarrassingly worn and dirty, wreaking of mildew—and now it was even worse—demons were always quick to overcome the body of any female I wished I could be— my entire life has been an nightmare, the glimpses and flashes of regression flashing through my mind— my abusive mother, my abusive husband— I was an altogether shit person, doomed to again succumb to slavery; meanwhile, the pretty and perfect bodies around me seemed not to worry, work, or care at all—I was taunted with everything I wanted and everything I loved—and it had taken me all the time I had lived to realized that I had never been loved at all.
I guess I'm not ‘pure of heart'
Stroke of genius, perhaps—
Stroke or dark
Let me stroke your cock underwater;
Of course, said the God
To the Goddess— m
I've just aboutbhad it,
Or lost it
Wreaking all havoc on my mind,
Or most of it
I turn the whole goddamn world on a dollar
And then I move on,
There are so many others
I hold my guitar like a body,
It's a small one
Like a daughter
Or just someone to love me
If that's what you're after,
I'm honestly sorry
I'm not pure of heart
And nobody loves me
It's been a week back at Equinox
I've barely touched my decks
But men fall in love with bodies,
Not talent
And I need somebody to love me
For balance
Cause I've been so out of it,
I've been in ballet
But this is New York,
And that was Alaska.
Callie whatever's music fucking sucks and she gets to open. For deadmau5.
Okay, white supremacy. I get it. I quit.
I don't know why I even try.
It's okay. She's a little white girl. She's gonna look 40 in 5 years.
Yeah, and I'm gonna have permanent lines in my head from getting fucked over by the world continually for being a fat black woman.
But you still won't look 40.
But I WILL be 40.
But you won't LOOK it.
I'm so broken and lonely
I just want someone to hold me and love me
But that just won't happen
Love isn't for me
I was just born in the wrong fucking body
(No free days)
I had named my new skateboard Ryder, and though it had been acquired quite by accident, it had been an instant manifestation that was somewhat unexpected, although I had explicitedly listed a new skateboard amongst the other items I had wished for in the series of spells that had would up the whole world into a strange and yet somehow better place, though of course not without its own shortcomings, and of course ultimately my own shortcomings— the spells had been working in the ways that they always did—explicitly accurate, and manifesting quickly with an unexpected twist, which would come with some sort of strange sting that didn't last long—but the lesson itself did, which was the thing that was important.
I was in and out of love—of course, not all the way out of it entirely, but still bruised and burned from all that I had learned about the men I had fallen for, the the industry I had been at the very least introduced to, but still not entirely enough so that I was paid well, of course, pouting in every single sense that I would have to take a regular job at some point to
smooth and jazzy, City-style modern and chic
the synethetic experience / the sound of synesthesia
- hard, weird, 90's sounding techno, glitch
I hated Hudson Yards more than any other Equinox I had ever been to in my life—and I considered the fact that I had been to so many an achievement—I'd have never been able to afford it if I hadn't gotten on the mailing lists, awaiting the perfect time to join, eliminating the pricey initiation fee— then, something like $250, now having doubled, and all the more with an exclusive top-tier which has first excluded me from entering the Hudson Yards location at all, the actuality which had led to my eventual delay in arriving to JFK after all, though it had first been the Spirit Airlines flight delay out of LA and into Vegas to retrieve my drum machine, which now sat in yet another pawn shop in New York, and though I had at least until October to pick it up, I wasn't at all happy with any of the progress—or lack there of that I was making in music; the specifics of the curse began to unravel— and since I had once been married to a sufferably failed musician, it was more than likely his abborent energy the block which had been dellaying my eventual success—and there was an eventual success, knowing that all curses and hexes are ultimately returned to the sender at a devastatingly amplified .
Though I seemed myself marked I realized it had been somrone or something all along that had allowed be back into Equinox in the first place, which was the only thing in the world I had wanted, besides food, water, and music— almost e entirely leaving love out of it, because in a sense there was this ever-present inner knowing that I could never be loved: my own child had during our last conversation regurgitated the sadness and destruction of the negative energy my ex had indudated him with—stories of dead babies and unsupervised near-death experiences where my ex husband, always reluctant to wake up, had slept through some tragedy in which my then-toddler had gotten himself into—he had slept through out eldest son's death, and of course, his over sleeping had lead to the numerous jobs he had lost over the course of our relationship, probably doomed to fail from the start but myself never having been aware of how blind becoming morbidly obsese and so drug-dependent could cause one to experience a walking death in itself—the loss of two children, the faithless, loveless
My plan for the day has been to get into the sports club early with my laptop in hand, but of course, the quest for proper and balanced nutrition continued, as I had finally of course squired the protein I had been so desperately lacking, but still with the deficits of the actual energy I needed— I waxwork.
Nice
I awoke just before noon, only to drift back into a dream for 40 minutes or so, awaking again at 30 past the hour in a a rush and frenzy to skate to the food bank, which I had been m dreading, especially because it was my third week in a row and I knew for a fact. That threes were indeed a charm of some sort— a heavy esoteric rule that I had followed quite faithfully—so faithfully, in fact, that I always knew that true third time doing, saying, or seeing anything was a certain sign of rapid change, in one way or another, and proceeded in all with heavy caution. This also meant that it had been threee weekend since the last episode in my podcast series, and though I had thought to perhaps pawn my audio interface as well as my almost defunct MPC studi, as I was more preoccupied with improving my body so that I might find someone decent to offset the awful and horrible sexual monster that had been welling up from inside me — the reason I hated Hudson Yards the most1- mirrors and reminders, reflections of how I would never be good enough, in a sea of picture perfect Barbie dolls of all shapes and sizes— and I had nearly lost my mind and soul just by way of googling the upcoming support for the deadmau5 vs. test pilot show, very fittingly at the Brooklyn mirage and on the date which marked the anniversary of my own suicide, august 4th; and as the date grew near, I wanted more and more to try again1-to escape the horrible and awful cruel world of inequality—I hated the blackness of it all— the black slaves of Jamaica queens m a heavy contrast to the thoughtless Barbie dolls that didn't have tow work or think for anything—they were created just to have fun, lounge, party, and fuck—all of which I wanted to do but never had the chance. My entire life I had been too dark and too ugly to be pretty or adorable—and of course, my mother's scattered actions and bipolar personality, perhaps even schizophrenic tendencies which had been beaten into her by her father, rather than genetically inherited—had kept me from being good at anything. Sports, music, or anything which might have allowed me to be successful were often abandoned—my mother's temper tantrums always acting up on days which I was due to rehearsal or practice— eventually quitting because it no longer excited me, her mood swings controlling my entire destiny, and causing the uproar of anxiety and unconscious addiction that culminated in my doomed, abusive narrorator
(Don't leave me like this)
(From am to pm).
Love,'money, party
Alive
fidkros
The fight to keep blacks and browns in the darker and lower realms while elevating the whites and hybrid elites into ascension continues to deter the human race from true and forward evolution.
"Post raciality and the silent technologically driven race war in America" -CC Stone
Pollen on my lips,
I love to kiss you;
Missing the elliptical at Equinox
A full eclipse
And I've never known anything to smell to sweet as this,
Just naturally
I'd loved to be loved
But I'm just getting famous
I guess that's the trade, then
A sacrifice, as if I'd not already lost my life,
—Or slit my wrists
Intermittent 5th dimension
Tim, or what they used to call him…
But he can't remember.
This is major Tom,
Another psalm
Or poem,
From Ms. Gypsy
Spinning into mixes,
Drifting into spiderwebs as a reminder
She would write for The Times,
Like the power, or a webinar
She borrowed the guitar.
Which then, became a gift
So she dismissed him—the minister.
Or who administers the medicine
Of the administration
Menustration , under stress of course
Or as she keeps on fasting
For Last Earth
Seeing things?
Certainly!
I've been fasting, and under the influence of Dillon Francis
God Dammit Hanzel
Did you have to
Hold her hand
And have the other one
Covered in Kandi
On that album cover?!
I can't stand it
Whatever the master plan is
Give me the schematics, quick
So I can land a man to match with
That holds a candle
To that piñata
Maybe I should shapeshift into Taylor Swift
So I can get some dick in
The right complexion…
Is that too explicit?
Or maybe I should just stick to Skrillex
The first on my wishlist—
Until Kayla Lauren
(Or the other ones—
And there's a lot of em;
The rabbit's always on the run)
Hey Allison
Or Alex—
Yeah, that's it
I'm still an insomniac
Just trying to forget that I'm black
And only mildly attractive
With a New New York accent
And sudden onset passive aggression
From the stress and pressure of synethesia
And mastering my tracks
Without another expensive subscription
And another one
Here comes another one
The sun just spins in circles and whistles
This is the worst I've ever written with indifference
‘Fear nothing'
On, the fire burns
And nothing more she ever feared
It only gets better from here
It only get better from here
It only gets better from here
Still, my love burns
Like a smouldering flame
Here, a star was born from the ashes,
Destined for fame
‘Avarita,'
She called, from the caverns of lust—
The curse has been broken
Come dawn, from the dusk
So much for purpose—
Gone was the suffering;
Sending smoke signals to dieties
Laying beneath all the names,
The labels so sacred
Such secrets and fables,
The table of
L E G E N D S
All worlds collide in collisions of conciousness, space, and time as we travel the ever-infinite multidimensions of existence as we know it…
(Or—Don't.)
Rules of Time Travel:
Don't.
First rule of inter dimensional time traveling…
DON'T.
{Enter The Multiverse}
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[VOODOO CHILD.]
First rule of inter dimensional time traveling…
DON'T.
I smelled like an old, wet bandaid. My heart wasn't in it anymore—looking in the mirror for progress after nearly a month of extreme training and dieting, i could feel the difference, but not see it. Perhaps it was the result of sleeping under the white devil, or just the lack of good coffee since departing from Mexico—still, something was off about my energy, in the way that I was moving about my day to day—or, I should note, the way that I was barely moving—I seemed to be under a spell of mediocrity and apathetic listlessness, emotions and passions welling up in an uncontrollable, irritating and chaotic fury; i was lost from love.
I hugged a tree in the entryway to the parking lot if the gym; it almost seemed to hug me back—and, in the broad daylight, I fought the will to lay my head down in relief, as if she had offered me a shoulder to cry all the tears that I needed; behold, however, the tears would come indeed, as I barely tried at the pectoral machine or whatever it was. After selecting Daft Punk's Discovery Album as the track for my first circuit, One Last Time bellowing into my sweaty earbuds as tears streamed down by face—without having to address it in too long, I realized I missed my son; not that it mattered. My ex husband was the evil everything that had ruined me—or rather, I was the evil thing that ruined myself by loving him. At least I was no longer nearly 400 pounds—not that it mattered. The leftovers made it impossible for me to go about my life acting as if nothing had happened; I couldn't wear almost anything without bulging and unsightly rolls. Being dark skinned might not have been so bad, as long as I could be perfect—maybe that's why every rapper bragged about fixing up girls in exchange for sex; it was too bad I wasn't attracted to black men enough to let that happened. Maybe I was supposed to have taken the bait of my brother and law while living in his home in Las Vegas—I could have had the all access pass to driving one of his three Mercedes, and maybe even lucky enough to have had my skin reduction surgery sponsored by the drug money he boastfully prided himself on, being a “business owner”. But no, I had let my own pride neglect his underhanded proposition; He couldn't fuck be, but even almost a year later, at least had the benefit of making me feel stupid for not taking advantage, obsessing over my body to a point that anyone would clearly consider unhealthy.
I occasionally would look up at the screens in front of whatever machine I was working at, wondering
“What the fuck am I watching?”
As always, I knew if it was FX, it was assuredly something captivating—I didn't need more than its logo to be reminded of my once-obsession with Kurt Sutter's writing, demolishing Sons of Anarchy episode by episode once weekly for years, and repeatedly bing watching The Sheild until I could recite each episode word for word, and understand the happenings of any given season In Portuguese.
Fuck this.
For some reason, it was Rihanna's hit Only girl In the world blasting over the loud speakers after the conclusion of the Daft Punk album—that made me quit and call it a day; I had only been on the floor an hour and a half, which anyone would call a good workout, but to me it felt like giving up—like I was weak; but something about Rihanna's voice had allowed the picture of her perfect, skinny silhouette from the cover of one of her albums, or maybe a single (I didn't know, as I had never really considered myself a fan of hers, even though I could admire her vocals, and did recall with vivid conclusion cycling at least two of her hits on repeat in my high school days) but either way, I had probably always harnessed a deep disgruntlement and bitterness towards her, not simply for being about the complexion my mother constantly told me she wished I could have been, or “should” have been, but also for being so wonderously skinny—another thing my mother wished I should and could have been and always hated me for not being—though, it was true that the last time we had spoken, she commented on how perfect my figure was becoming, to which I replied cockily “I know.”
But I hated everything about y figure now, and hadn't even the clothes I needed to help accentuate it; I possessed only a low-impact sports bra, which would have been a cute tube top on anyone with a body worth looking at—and a Victoria's Secret zip-up sports bra, which was falling apart and after being washed and worn to bits, was now not only too big, but also lacked almost any support at all. I felt fit, and probably was, under all the wretched skin and sagging I was sure came first handed my from Satan himself, as I was sure God was punishing me by assigning me to such an unforgivably unlovable vessel—not to say I wasn't fuckable, as I always knew I could l grab a decent enough dick and take it for a spin—but I had never seen the dopey-eyed, puppy like gaze of a man in love with a beautiful woman on me, ever, besides once—on the heavy (read: obese) light-skinned black man who I befriended at my first EDC, who clung to me for dear life and treated me like I was the light of the worlds for the duration of our friendship—-SUPACREE's first fan, a true hype man, and valuable asset during my free from Alaska; however, I never did feel the same thing for him as he did for me and was thoroughly dismissive, eventually growing apart entirely—however, if a decent looking Caucasian man had ever looked at me or treated me the same, i would know I had somehow reached my goal. I just wasn't attracted to black men—something I had been made, of course by black men, to feel ashamed of—certainly in the same way that most Caucasian men weren't really “into black girls”; probably the same thing that made all little white girls appear as demonic vampires, aside from the actual privelege and soul-sucking unawareness of any of the world's actual problems.
It was becoming clearer and clearer with each passing day at Equinox that I was again the Guinea pig central to some kind of secret social experiment, or worse, psychological—which meant of course I had become allures into a trap and had always been the perfect prey—still a dumb, fat, lazy and now hood-bound nigger with a taste for luxury and the wellness that had been stripped from the lower realms at all—desperate for the life I had designed for myself on my own but still trapped in some kind of hex or curse—some strange and bodiless demon always find its way next to, around or near me—anyone I liked, loved, or became close to had vanished, and I was left alone to suffer in the loveless and dark underworld without any solid way to escape. I had been fed with garbage for weeks —almost no fruits and vegetables at all, and had been without water for quite some time, my clothes were embarrassingly worn and dirty, wreaking of mildew—and now it was even worse—demons were always quick to overcome the body of any female I wished I could be— my entire life has been an nightmare, the glimpses and flashes of regression flashing through my mind— my abusive mother, my abusive husband— I was an altogether shit person, doomed to again succumb to slavery; meanwhile, the pretty and perfect bodies around me seemed not to worry, work, or care at all—I was taunted with everything I wanted and everything I loved—and it had taken me all the time I had lived to realized that I had never been loved at all.
I guess I'm not ‘pure of heart'
Stroke of genius, perhaps—
Stroke or dark
Let me stroke your cock underwater;
Of course, said the God
To the Goddess— m
I've just aboutbhad it,
Or lost it
Wreaking all havoc on my mind,
Or most of it
I turn the whole goddamn world on a dollar
And then I move on,
There are so many others
I hold my guitar like a body,
It's a small one
Like a daughter
Or just someone to love me
If that's what you're after,
I'm honestly sorry
I'm not pure of heart
And nobody loves me
It's been a week back at Equinox
I've barely touched my decks
But men fall in love with bodies,
Not talent
And I need somebody to love me
For balance
Cause I've been so out of it,
I've been in ballet
But this is New York,
And that was Alaska.
Callie whatever's music fucking sucks and she gets to open. For deadmau5.
Okay, white supremacy. I get it. I quit.
I don't know why I even try.
It's okay. She's a little white girl. She's gonna look 40 in 5 years.
Yeah, and I'm gonna have permanent lines in my head from getting fucked over by the world continually for being a fat black woman.
But you still won't look 40.
But I WILL be 40.
But you won't LOOK it.
I'm so broken and lonely
I just want someone to hold me and love me
But that just won't happen
Love isn't for me
I was just born in the wrong fucking body
(No free days)
I had named my new skateboard Ryder, and though it had been acquired quite by accident, it had been an instant manifestation that was somewhat unexpected, although I had explicitedly listed a new skateboard amongst the other items I had wished for in the series of spells that had would up the whole world into a strange and yet somehow better place, though of course not without its own shortcomings, and of course ultimately my own shortcomings— the spells had been working in the ways that they always did—explicitly accurate, and manifesting quickly with an unexpected twist, which would come with some sort of strange sting that didn't last long—but the lesson itself did, which was the thing that was important.
I was in and out of love—of course, not all the way out of it entirely, but still bruised and burned from all that I had learned about the men I had fallen for, the the industry I had been at the very least introduced to, but still not entirely enough so that I was paid well, of course, pouting in every single sense that I would have to take a regular job at some point to
smooth and jazzy, City-style modern and chic
the synethetic experience / the sound of synesthesia
- hard, weird, 90's sounding techno, glitch
I hated Hudson Yards more than any other Equinox I had ever been to in my life—and I considered the fact that I had been to so many an achievement—I'd have never been able to afford it if I hadn't gotten on the mailing lists, awaiting the perfect time to join, eliminating the pricey initiation fee— then, something like $250, now having doubled, and all the more with an exclusive top-tier which has first excluded me from entering the Hudson Yards location at all, the actuality which had led to my eventual delay in arriving to JFK after all, though it had first been the Spirit Airlines flight delay out of LA and into Vegas to retrieve my drum machine, which now sat in yet another pawn shop in New York, and though I had at least until October to pick it up, I wasn't at all happy with any of the progress—or lack there of that I was making in music; the specifics of the curse began to unravel— and since I had once been married to a sufferably failed musician, it was more than likely his abborent energy the block which had been dellaying my eventual success—and there was an eventual success, knowing that all curses and hexes are ultimately returned to the sender at a devastatingly amplified .
Though I seemed myself marked I realized it had been somrone or something all along that had allowed be back into Equinox in the first place, which was the only thing in the world I had wanted, besides food, water, and music— almost e entirely leaving love out of it, because in a sense there was this ever-present inner knowing that I could never be loved: my own child had during our last conversation regurgitated the sadness and destruction of the negative energy my ex had indudated him with—stories of dead babies and unsupervised near-death experiences where my ex husband, always reluctant to wake up, had slept through some tragedy in which my then-toddler had gotten himself into—he had slept through out eldest son's death, and of course, his over sleeping had lead to the numerous jobs he had lost over the course of our relationship, probably doomed to fail from the start but myself never having been aware of how blind becoming morbidly obsese and so drug-dependent could cause one to experience a walking death in itself—the loss of two children, the faithless, loveless
My plan for the day has been to get into the sports club early with my laptop in hand, but of course, the quest for proper and balanced nutrition continued, as I had finally of course squired the protein I had been so desperately lacking, but still with the deficits of the actual energy I needed— I waxwork.
Nice
I awoke just before noon, only to drift back into a dream for 40 minutes or so, awaking again at 30 past the hour in a a rush and frenzy to skate to the food bank, which I had been m dreading, especially because it was my third week in a row and I knew for a fact. That threes were indeed a charm of some sort— a heavy esoteric rule that I had followed quite faithfully—so faithfully, in fact, that I always knew that true third time doing, saying, or seeing anything was a certain sign of rapid change, in one way or another, and proceeded in all with heavy caution. This also meant that it had been threee weekend since the last episode in my podcast series, and though I had thought to perhaps pawn my audio interface as well as my almost defunct MPC studi, as I was more preoccupied with improving my body so that I might find someone decent to offset the awful and horrible sexual monster that had been welling up from inside me — the reason I hated Hudson Yards the most1- mirrors and reminders, reflections of how I would never be good enough, in a sea of picture perfect Barbie dolls of all shapes and sizes— and I had nearly lost my mind and soul just by way of googling the upcoming support for the deadmau5 vs. test pilot show, very fittingly at the Brooklyn mirage and on the date which marked the anniversary of my own suicide, august 4th; and as the date grew near, I wanted more and more to try again1-to escape the horrible and awful cruel world of inequality—I hated the blackness of it all— the black slaves of Jamaica queens m a heavy contrast to the thoughtless Barbie dolls that didn't have tow work or think for anything—they were created just to have fun, lounge, party, and fuck—all of which I wanted to do but never had the chance. My entire life I had been too dark and too ugly to be pretty or adorable—and of course, my mother's scattered actions and bipolar personality, perhaps even schizophrenic tendencies which had been beaten into her by her father, rather than genetically inherited—had kept me from being good at anything. Sports, music, or anything which might have allowed me to be successful were often abandoned—my mother's temper tantrums always acting up on days which I was due to rehearsal or practice— eventually quitting because it no longer excited me, her mood swings controlling my entire destiny, and causing the uproar of anxiety and unconscious addiction that culminated in my doomed, abusive narrorator
(Don't leave me like this)
(From am to pm).
Love,'money, party
Alive
fidkros
The fight to keep blacks and browns in the darker and lower realms while elevating the whites and hybrid elites into ascension continues to deter the human race from true and forward evolution.
"Post raciality and the silent technologically driven race war in America" -CC Stone
Pollen on my lips,
I love to kiss you;
Missing the elliptical at Equinox
A full eclipse
And I've never known anything to smell to sweet as this,
Just naturally
I'd loved to be loved
But I'm just getting famous
I guess that's the trade, then
A sacrifice, as if I'd not already lost my life,
—Or slit my wrists
Intermittent 5th dimension
Tim, or what they used to call him…
But he can't remember.
This is major Tom,
Another psalm
Or poem,
From Ms. Gypsy
Spinning into mixes,
Drifting into spiderwebs as a reminder
She would write for The Times,
Like the power, or a webinar
She borrowed the guitar.
Which then, became a gift
So she dismissed him—the minister.
Or who administers the medicine
Of the administration
Menustration , under stress of course
Or as she keeps on fasting
For Last Earth
Seeing things?
Certainly!
I've been fasting, and under the influence of Dillon Francis
God Dammit Hanzel
Did you have to
Hold her hand
And have the other one
Covered in Kandi
On that album cover?!
I can't stand it
Whatever the master plan is
Give me the schematics, quick
So I can land a man to match with
That holds a candle
To that piñata
Maybe I should shapeshift into Taylor Swift
So I can get some dick in
The right complexion…
Is that too explicit?
Or maybe I should just stick to Skrillex
The first on my wishlist—
Until Kayla Lauren
(Or the other ones—
And there's a lot of em;
The rabbit's always on the run)
Hey Allison
Or Alex—
Yeah, that's it
I'm still an insomniac
Just trying to forget that I'm black
And only mildly attractive
With a New New York accent
And sudden onset passive aggression
From the stress and pressure of synethesia
And mastering my tracks
Without another expensive subscription
And another one
Here comes another one
The sun just spins in circles and whistles
This is the worst I've ever written with indifference
‘Fear nothing'
On, the fire burns
And nothing more she ever feared
It only gets better from here
It only get better from here
It only gets better from here
Still, my love burns
Like a smouldering flame
Here, a star was born from the ashes,
Destined for fame
‘Avarita,'
She called, from the caverns of lust—
The curse has been broken
Come dawn, from the dusk
So much for purpose—
Gone was the suffering;
Sending smoke signals to dieties
Laying beneath all the names,
The labels so sacred
Such secrets and fables,
The table of
L E G E N D S
All worlds collide in collisions of conciousness, space, and time as we travel the ever-infinite multidimensions of existence as we know it…
(Or—Don't.)
Rules of Time Travel:
Don't.
First rule of inter dimensional time traveling…
DON'T.
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-U.
[VOID]
For Colored Girls Who've Completed Suicide:
The Afterlife At The End of The Rainbow
[An Inspiring Story]
Had I exacted this science,
For starters,
On anyone else but
A circle of stars,
I forewarn you,
I wouldn't be honored as such
Just a disheartened philosopher,
A nonpartisan biocentric;
Listen, I'm learning my lessons and levels
UGH, ARE YOU DONE YET.
what.
WE'RE STILL WAITING.
huh?
DRAKE BELL
How long do i have to keep doing this for?
ILLUMINATI
Till the end
DRAKE BELL
Whens the end.
ILLUMINATI
When it is.
Now even looking for something to watch became a writing assignment.
*squinting*
–and somehow, without even touching my mango, my keyboard was already sticky.
*squinting even harder*
–No…
–No…(?) No.
…No. Ugh!
Try not to hold your breath.
*holding breath/ attempting to block telepathy.*
I told you, I need this.
*attempt to block telepathy had failed*
You don't need anything.
*squinting exactly alike*
The eyes really are windows…
Maybe I should jump out then.
–or jump in.
dayumm .
sike .
Alright, I need something to take my mind off this project.
How much acid did you put in the water.
Enough
Fuck, I hate my life.
Which bottle is it in.
[beat]
All of them.
*facepalm*
Remarkable, what the love of a teenaged girl can do.
I wouldn't quite call it that.
I would.
Don't be gross.
I'm you. You're gross.
Touche.
I don't think we should be doing this.
We shouldn't be.
Ah come on! Now Johnny Depp?
Nice.
He's like 100 years old.
Ah, to be young again.
So wait. How the fuck exactly old is this lady?
Really fucking old.
Like, how old, though.
Really, really fucking old.
Okay, I have to talk to this Goddess.
[She dances by]
*gasp*
Is that her?!
Yeus.
She's young again!
It appears she has procured a body!
Presumably!
I must do the same! At once!
At one!
Lol who are these dudes.
Just wait for it.
Hurmph.
Nrh.
*sigh of deep frustration, facepalm*
*falls into a deep unconscious of out sheer bewilderment*
Oh good, they're here.
Who's they?
I don't know!
Hm.
Suhp.
Nice rabbit hole.
*shrugs nonscalontly*
On telephone)
She bought a what a Whole Foods Market?
(In public, trying not to be heard)
A penis shaped sweet potato.
A WHAT? [Speak up]
A– penis shaped sweet potato.
A WH–
A PENIS-SHAPED SWEET POTATO.
(Everyone stops and stares)
…it was delicious.
Nice.
I don't know
Anymore
What to do
With myself
I'm a mess
On the
Inside and out
–wanna cry about it
He's a rock and roll sex God
I don't know
What to think
Anymore
No, don't ask
My opinion,
It gets old
Afterawhile,
And after awhile
I'll cry about it, but
Right now,
I've gotta get out of this
Gotta get out!
I gotta get out of this project.
Well, how'd you get into it in the first place ?
I don't know. I think i really tied one on at some party, I must have really been on one, i don't remember a thing.
Ugh, what do you want.
Listen, Ill make it quicK:
It's bee quick.
Do you have a deathclock on this guy, or what.
Or what.
That's all I want to know.
Know what?
When?
When what?
[Stopping]
Are you serious.
What.
If i could tell you “when” then it wouldn't be a deathclock, would it.
MAybe it's not.
Yeah, I wish.
Hey! wishes get granted–
–I said that.
–You said that.
Look–
Don't touch me.
Sorry.
No you're not.
–if you can't give me the when–at least give me the how.
Oh, the “How”
Yeah.
You want the “How”
Just–yes.
If i can't give you the “when”, what exactly makes you think I can give you the “How”
Well, do you know how?
You're a disgusting excuse for a human being.
Well. Okay.
“Okay”?
I'm not a human being.
Oh, right.
UGH. I can't spend another minute with that WOMAN.
Well, that's your grandmother, so
Great-great–
Whatever. You exist because she exists.
Existed. She was dead before I was born!
Actually, that's not true.
Beg your pardon.
…Ever had your palm read before.
All of your kids–
“kids “
Read: Lovechildren.
Ahem.
Are in this room
And–
Fuck that I'm not writing this scene,
It wouldn't be the most horrible thing you'd ever written.
No, but it's one of the most horrible things i've ever thought about,
Is that so?
No! It's funny but–
But what?
It's the fact I even thought about it that scares me.
What is UP.
What IS up?
Have you ever thought about dating a writer?
No.
Aw, come on…
Actually yes–once
Once is all I need!
Not you.
Daww…
I dated a writer once in college.
What, really?
Really.
But that was in college.
I was in college. He was a writer.
Oh, that's hot.
Not Exactly.
He worked for Disney.
Wait–he what?
Hm. I almost forgot about that.
DISNEY
We didn't
[simultaneously]
MICKEY MOUSE
I didn't.
Well, what happened.
Nothing, really. He was great. The only problem was…
Flashback: Wait, you're 17.
SEVENTEEN??
What's th difference!
A YEAR!
*purses lips*
…or like, a couple months…
*face*
…or like–midnight on your birthday!
*squints*
But not 17!
*shrugs*
Hollywood Is Hollywood.
Well, New Hollywood is a whole different story
What's “New Hollywood?”
My level is indifference,
Benevolence, inward violence
Ending obsessions and arrangements,
Incessant sexual repression,
Exponential explanations
–Of the world i've never lived in,
but created, apparently.
Now, i”m unhinged
Haven't made a decision on whether
I should just binger, or
Find a new mister,
Or end it
I'm still sitting
Stuck on ‘concentrical'
Now I'm unhinged
And it's just been a minute
I haven't mentioned his name in a minute, but
I should stay clear, is it
Everclear or
Here, son,
Just have another bottle
Now i'm not stuck on
Nothing and no one
I cant even see movies anymore
All i see is actors,
All i hear is conversations
I've already written in
Closed conversations with critics
Dressed as Angels
All i see is
Camera Angles
The city of angels
But my algorithm
Must have build new york for me,
From consciousness or something
Sometimes just apartment hunting is
Simply avigation and, of course
Expanding the map
It's just a 3D phenomenon,
But all I want is just a hug,
You know
No you don't know.
I've been stuck at concentrical
Stopped at Columbus Circle, and
The harsher the winter,
The fonder of the west I am
The girls scream in the audience,
I hiss
“My sentiments exactly”
My sentiments exactly.
Keep them all away from me,
I'll love them at a distance
I only want the music, anyway
I only want the music
And the music is
All anyone knows about her, really
Even her mother
Who loves her,
But at a distance
And the music is,
The only think she knows, anymore
Even the words are just
Color that accents it.
Holy shit, the early 2000's were corny af
Right now is corny af.
Yeah, i guess.
LOOK AT THESE CREDITS:
Oh my God.
LOOK AT EM.
OKAY, ALRIGHT.
YOU DON'T THINK EVERY ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAS A SCREENPLAY IN THEIR BACK POCKET.
What's a “Foley editor”
NOBODY.
Well he's in the credits.
Yeah, but do you think even his mother is going to sit this long after the movie is over to see that guys name because he was a–what the fuck
“A foley editor”
What IS that.
I don't know, Mr. Hollywood.
Oh, right, I'm Mr. Hollywood.
Well, not literally–
Of course not.
Wait, is that a thing.
If it was, would I be it?
[Super Nerdy Writer]
I mean, you'd at least be the poster child.
Okay, my turn.
HI THERE, FACE HERE.
*inconsolable screaming*
Holy shit, the 90's was RAW.
Okay, so your childhood is terrifying.
Just wait till we get to the
*More inconsolable screaming*
Lol. Look.
What up bro.
It's Juggalos.
lol .
After a few days of layering m usual favorite isocronic tones, it appeared that someone or something elsewhere was attempting to made contact–and though I could't isolate which frequency exactly it was coming from, it usually came in the form of music or some other source, rather what was usually hidden in between th concentrated tones themselves–however, the music always seemed far away, so far awa that it sounded as if it was being played through a tin can, merely connected to another–my own ears–with a string.
Woah.
Yeah.
Do you think it's aliens
Probably.
Or like, I don't know–some other humans with like, a radio tower or satellite, some shit. I don't know.
Right.
Lol. maybe you're the alien.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.
We know you know where it is.
I DO NOT.
You're hiding it.
HIDE! THAT THING?!
So you do know what it is
OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT IT IS: And it's RIDICULOUS you think i would be hiding it.
BRFORR
Quick! HIde!
OKay.
THAT THING IS ENORMOUS.
Hm. Smaller.
OK.
I n I T I A T I N G S H R INkING SEQUEnCE In 5
Seven Bananas…
FUCK, MAN.
What's this dumb game.
*takes shot* it IS dumb.
You have to take a shot every time she eats a banana.
Oh no.
This is fucked up.
*barfs*
You wanna play?
Nah, I'm good.
Diplo.
What.
You have 57 children.
*nods*
Never look at me again.
*hangs head*
Go that way, with your children.
Dillon Francis.
Yes.
You have 8 kids.
)That's believable)
Oh, wow.
*You have 84 kids.
WHAT! He has more kids than me!
Yes. Astonishingly, however the same percentage of them are black.
Go say hello.
Uhh.
Now:
Wait, where are you going.
The the auditorium.
There's an auditorium?
For what.
AN ENORMOUS AUDITORIUM is filled to capacity with children of all ages, shapes, and sizes, colors, creeds, genders, and otherwise–but they all seem to have something quirkily in common.
What the fuck.
How does he have more kids than me?!
Are you serious?!
Whose kids are THESE.
Mind your business.
Let me guess.
There's still busses pulling up.
I know.
And a helicopter!
Oh, that's just the guest of honor.
Are you serious.
SKRILLEX thinks he is preforming a charity benefit concert.
*landing on helipad*
LOL
OhGod.
MEANWHRILE.
Whats in here.
NOTHING. Just
GET IN THE BOX.
NO.
GET–
NO
IN THE BOX
WElcome to Jack In The Box
Welcome to Hack In the Crack–what are you hacking?
Uhhh.
Gimme three juicy squirtalicious tacos.
Eugh
Extra squirt.
Gross!
And uh–
You want anything.
I'm good.
Suit yourself. Best tacos ever.
__
Wait, hold on.
“Wait what”
I think i might be getting tired, or something.
Right…tired, “or something.”
Or something.
RIght.
*blow horn*
* * * * * * *
Do you ever get lonely.
No.
Oh…
But it's safe to say, all I can think about sometimes is getting railed.
Oh!
Moving on.
Watch this.
*snipes*
Nice.
Now check it out, that's where she respawns.
(from behind)
Not always.
Oh shit.
*stop*camping*
DOUBLE KILL.
Nice.
Fuck I hate this map. Fuck I hate this map.
Would you shut up.
You wanna see a world class superstar fall out of alignment?
…no.
Too bad. You're hired.
…hired for what.
You applied on indeed, right?
Yeah, as a janitor.
NO. You're a paparazzi, dressed as a janitor.
What!
Here's your camera.
(it is a cheap disposable)
Are you serious.
You get any good pictures, we'll talk about a nikon.
Can't I just use my iPhone?
Depends. Do you want your iPhone smashed?
…no.
Then NO.
…
“The Bad Boys Of Hollywood”
Prepare To Be Canceled
the gathering of this ingenuine group of elites causes a frenzy and stir amongst the masses as they appear, cross-dimensionally to have been reborn into stardom, mysteriously gaining controversy and mass fandom, to which no bounds can be seen as to the unstartlingly political incorrectness.
I'm gonna need you to do me a favor.
What's that?
Shut up
Don't ever look at me again.
If i could take my eyes out, I would.
No, need–I can do it for you.
Haha, charade you are.
You're a disaster.
That's your excuse.
Yeah, what's yours?
Under the indifferential circumstances–
“ooh–lala”
I'm not as partial to making excuses as
–as to what? Kissing ass?
Only cute ones.
Let it settle in, way down below deck
Where the honor rollers are,
The high rollers, far above you
You wanna know how long the ride is?
Wanna know how far you've come
If i could throw you overboard, I'd trust you
Love is not enough
The seas are rough
An open wound
A bleeding heart
How right you are
The tea is strong,
Like solid gold
A needle's bond
With no remorse,
The tithes are gone
Upright,
Upright
To end, to End
That's right, I said
Just end it
I said
“Better me than him”
Another dinner with a friend
A fear for framework,
Or indifference again
In this selection or
Collection,
Bears and end to
End
And
End to end
Upright
And
End to End
Upright
And
End to end
I dont know, if i want to know you
I dont love like I want to love but
I watched him raise the dead,
Just so he had a friend
I don't know if you've been told, but
I don't love like I want to love, and
I often raise the dead,
Just so i can have a friend
To play with
It's darker in here,
Oh,
It's sufferable
So
I just want to know
I live in a haunted house
With a cat and a mouse
But the old cat's gone, now
the mouse tends to travel a lot
I've nothing to haunt,
(I'm a ghost in Toronto)
A car show,
A hollow heart,
A starving artist,
A scar;
Over her bottom lip she runs her tongue
So it goes:
The stars on his face remind her of him
So it goes:
We all want
Out of body
Out of Mind
Out of soul
Out of body
Out of mind
Out of soul
Out of body
Out of mind
Out of soul
Why
(Why-Why)
Would you leave me to wake
(Why)
In a terrible world
Without you in it
(A M ercedes emblem to hang around my neck,
It's very simple)
I tried to settle on subtle saffron
I tried to love you,
Then I moved on
Do you ever wonder about philosophy?
Do you ever wonder if anyone's watching you
Secretly?
Do you ever dream of it?
(I'm just a ghost in a mansion)
I haven't even had breakfast
I've practically been dead half a century
I sold the whole eiffel tower on craigslist
What a bargain!
You started it!
I'm not arguing.
I lost that bet, you know.
Clearly.
Is it that obvious?
How do you lose a bet to Dillon Francis?
He lost the bet but won the race.
Whatever that means
Okay. Who the fuck wrote this.
[No show of hands]
Nobody?!
Thats our GOD.
That's your God.
yes.
I thought Beyonce was your God.
That's what I just SAID.
We must infiltrate.
But how.
That which binds up through time
The chemical, physical and biological nature of love
An exploration of the meaning of meaning
1st, Second, and Third Movement
Nice, I finally get to use a didgeridoo
And bagpipes!
And my trumpet!
That sounds more like a french horn
Or a
“Jimmy Fallon and The Impenetrable Ten”
Well, not entirely Impenetrable
*stabs with sword*
KRISTEN SHAAL
Woah.
MAYA RUDOLPH (or whoever)
Dang.
TINA FEY (or whoever)
(At least it wasn't me)
Right.
–all i'm sayin.
Wait, who got stabbed?
Whoever.
Not Jimmy Fallon.
No. His untimely death is later.
How much later?
I don't–
__
Meanwhile
Dillon, if you spend $20 on Magic, I'm going to kill you.
Haha, If i spend $20 on magic,it's very likely someone else is going to kill me.
So it's settled.
$20 on Magic, please.
Fair.
Ooh. Is this getting close to the part where
Yup.
SHH.
WHY ARE WE MOVING BACKWARDS THROUGH TIME.
BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO BACKWARDS.
No, it isn't.
What.
I
Came into blank street
Tryna see a [?!]
all coffee
No cream please
Scream supacree
But really you can't see me
Can't take it to deep on w sweetie keyboard
Feed me b Seymour
Ain't tryna be gory Corey
Hate to inform you
I I'm stuck at the rock
I'm stuck at the bottom
Youre stuck at the top
Fine! fuckin fuck Drew Barrymore, then!
Work harder and more often
Fuck love and whole foods cause they
All
Flashback music London
…
….
……
……….
Who else has seen this.
Nobody, just us.
We must burn this at once.
I wholeheartedly agree.
[Remarkably huge bonfire.]
Did u make copies.
ya .
Ooh, that's cool.
Very creative.
Wow
Nice.
…
…
….
Have you seen this?
No.
Look at it.
…ilikeit.
Sensations of sadness
Salacious arpeggios
Arduous agressions
Transitions– progressive
Incendiary imagery
Electric Synthesis
Intentionally focused, configurative
–Literally Skrillex.
Ugh, that might be the last thing I ever write about him.
Just shoot the nigga.
Ooh, he's so cute.
Keep him away from me.
C'mon.
Yo–I can't.
Fine, i'll do it.
*sighs indifferently*
You could move a mountain;
I could stop the tide
In a flash;
All at once
It was a long, long drive
I miss the coast
(Or maybe, I just miss the sunshine)
You could move a mountain
Keep me from going insane
(If I was inside, you'd)
Keep me from going outside
(if I was in, though, you'd)
Keep me from going in,
Under the circumstances
I can't stand it, but
I'm back from having summer standing under subtle waters
Waiting for someone who
Never shows up, so
So
Suffer no longer
I wouldn't want to want you,
if i wondered more about it
At the surface,
Or way under
Nothing wants what nothing gets
And noting gets nothing
Anyways,
so
Here's for the abstract
Stream of conscious
Nothing moves mountains, but
You could move mountains
In a flash, and
I turned the tide on
I saw the tidal
With my ghost
And twelve apostles
I've been waiting for Godot
For so long
I still think
He might come
Haha, what a charade
We all are
Huh
I love you
What was that?
I've run off
Huh
I love you
What was that?
I've run off
I finally fell out of love
Look,
I broke my own heart
Sharp as a tack
Straight as a whip
I bite my lip,
Fall into bed
Maybe it's a hex
Maybe it's a breakfast in bed kind of moment
I've been waking up with someone,
But going in the world alone, eh
It's never run to remember where you've been
After a binder
You would think with so much in my system
I'd have reached indifference,
Well, didn't you
I didn't yet,
In fact, I'm still tying one one,
With a friend
At the moment
Well perhaps, just perhaps,
It might be time that I let you go then?
Don't be so chauvinistic.
Isn't this a barmitvah?
Hasn't this been discussed at several other functions
To no exact conclusions
More Complications
I could just
FUCK, I COULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG FOREVER.
He says it's a pluck,
But i see it's percussive
If I could give less of a fuck
Then I probably coudn't.
Woah
How many wishes I've granted
This festival season
How many shifts
that I've written through
Sitting on busses and subways
Looking suspicious as ever
and probably smelling atrocious.
INT. BLINK FITNESS.
…I'm not using that shower.
I thought I'd be more employable
After sorting some,
But it seems as though
The more there is
The more there isn't
And the deeper it gets
–the number of spirits I've risen
Since getting here
Is steady rising
It's no surprise
I've got more friends that died
Than have lived here.
It's been a very long year
But I fucked it off quickly
I'll never listen to Skrillex again
If you paid me,
But i'll play it
In my mixes
Depending
Fuck it,
There my brain went
Down the drain again
I've been training over a year
And i'm still not
Kayla fit
I'm sick of it
I've been waiting for Godot
Since the year that I wrote it
I've been wearing these bracelets for years
Still haven't seen frozen,
So i can't let it go yet
Oh shit.
This is all a distraction
The underground is massive
Another Michaelangelo
Anglo Saxon anonymous
I want an erroneous daughter
Or Androgynous,
Whatever
These prostitutes have Graduate degrees with honors
All I ever was,
Was a disappointment
I got a smile like Madonna's
But none of the love at all
I got a back end like Beyonce's
But just some of the talent
“What's an ass for
If i'm cellibate, anyhow?”
I asked God,
She said,
“Eat A Taco”
I just hope that's not a euphemism for lesbianism
Not that i'm intolerant, it's just that
The older I get
The straighter I am,
And dammit
He's sharp as a tack
Straight as a whip
I write books,
And mind my own business
It's impossible to whitewash all of us
But I love rock and roll
Look: It's a S i T uATiO NA L C0MEDy.
So?!
SO, THIS IS THE SITUATION:
I don't wanna do this.
My heart's so broken
I could hold it on chopsticks
You ever wonder what love is
I've forgotten
I'm having a hard time holding it all in
I'm an artist
I've got colorful emotional troubles
Others love it
Lil biiiiiitttzzz
Man, fuck new york.
I was apartment hunting and I got off the train in midtown–
Technically the upper west side, but, you know, Midtown
So i get off the train and I get ready to cross the street:
I'm like Oh, Awesome–Trader Joes; Maybe this is the right neighborhood
So i gotta use the bathroom anyway, so I head towards trader joes
And I see this like–
Box of birds.
No, not a cage.
It was like–a bird box
I'm like “what. Birds.”
Not just birds, though,
Colorful birds–
Like, straight up parakeets.
I'm like,
“What. the fuck”
Then, before I can even look up–
This dude–I just see his leg, though,
He just– kicks the box of birds.
“what.”
Like, towards me, and i'm like
“Okay, alright.”
Now i got a box of birds at my feet on this busy ass corner in midtown manhattan
Adjacent to Trader Joes
And I look up at the guy, who kicked the box of birds,
And he has this bowl
So I look at the guy,
And I look at the bowl,
And what's in the bowl.
IT'S MORE BIRDS.
“OH NO!'
I say.
Yes, I say this, out loud, in Midtown manhattan
“Oh no!”
Cause it's not just a bowl of birds
It's a bowl of PIGEONS.
Just kickin it, in this dudes bowl.
I'm like
“Oh no.”
And then i cross into trader joes.
“Yep, right neighborhood.”
Alright, here's the plan.
where did you come from.
nowhere.
someone shoot that lady.
DILLON FRANCIS
I'm your worst nightmare.
Dillon Francis is everyone's worst nightmare: He's a good looking white dude with too much money. He's literally like 8 Billion People's worst nightmare.
GET OUT OF HERE, COLONIZER.
Oh, man.
DILLON FRANCIS is trapped in the hood.
Try being famous over here! Motherfucker!
More on that later.
Look, I don't even like you like that!
That's okay—-but I still want to suck your cock and that's not gonna change.
*hangs head*
I'm am not ashamed.
I just might watch porn in the morning.
Come on, 6:30, roll the fuck around.
Wait, Which one is the Brown eyed dillon francis.
The one with brown eyes.
He's the trustworthy one.
Well good luck with that.
(The one that doesn't exist.)
I didn't take the train today;
I thought I was going to jump
Thought i'd better play it safe
Filled up my shopping cart,
Got everything I wanted
Everything and more
Might not look my best but
At least I'm not gone
Come on, six o clock
I just want to be alone
She's got the gift of gab
Grew up two blocks from here
In the ghetto
I've heard it all before
But love, my heart's so broken
And you turn me on some
I'm gonna smoke your seamen* out of a nektar collector.
That shit is like crack to me.
Oh no.
Who is this about.
I'll give you one guess.
I don't have any guesses.
It's five past Christ
I just opened my eyelids
And rolled back my mind
I tried to find you, after all, didn't I
I might have designed you
(On second thought I did)
I might need time
(if I believed in it)
can't apologize for being human, but
I wear your eyes all over the world
I wear the memories of many girls
And many nights
Suffer the consequences
Sure, I've been subway surfing, wondering
Wait, where was I again?
I was almost,
Almost a person
There's so much to learn from
And too much to learn here
I've been fighting off demons,
Fighting the feeling of
Falling in love again
But I can't fall in
Cause I never fell out
Afterward,
I went past it
And on to the next one
I might double back though–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the first place
To find that we haven't quite met yet
At least not the right way
It's probably a lesson
I might miss the lecture
I've got other plans today
Fuck, so it is Skrillex.
Not really exactly.
On second thought,
at first glance
Better illusion,
than hypnotism
But if I can't be like that
Why be anything at all
If not a model
Or artist
Brought it up at the wrong time
(You would want her)
I wasn't one for improper introductions
Or impromptu arrangements
There, there
It's just getting better
So better not whine about it
I wake up in a pile full of rocks;
I guess it's better than a puddle of blood,
Cause nobody loves me
I've been alone, not lonely
And never alone as long as I like
Cause they all just surround me
Now I know what it's like to be famous
Without all the money and glamour–
Turns out, that's the part that alluring
I'd better find out what I did this for
In the next downpour
I'll be soaked to my torso exactly
Aren't you proud of me
(not really)
I learned to cope by narrowing down all my options
As time rolled on
I got worse at making up stories
As it turns out
I didn't have to make them up at all
They were happening to me
So truly and honestly
All my job was to
“Mark My Words”
Said The God
Quite astonishing literally
But I got bored of running and still not looking like Kayla Lauren
I wouldn't bring it up, except
The photographic evidence was damaging
At least Dillon Francis has no audacity as such
Then again,
—I've never even been on an album cover.
There you have it
I've been lusting over
Several other
Talented masters and
Handsome disasters
But matter of fact
It just started with
One random –
Well, now that I think about it, if I haven't believed in coincidences
Since this,
Random is just as likely
as foreign a concept
As such
Immaculate conception,
This contraption
At first glance, a sonogram
Play it back,
Caught in the act again
Cause in the act again
I'll probably make a list of
Weird shit I want to do with him
When I think of it in public
(That's usually where it happens)
And if anything is random
–It's that.
ILLUMINATI DREAMS:
PART III
Dillon Francis broke up with his girlfriend to be with me.
That was cool.
We were best friends and got along really well. Went hiking in a beautiful park with crystal clear water and gorgeous ruins—
Fell in the water and got my phone wet but it was in an otter box.
I felt guilty about his girlfriend a feared they would get back together—
But he was over her and super loyal to me —
It all started when I tried to crawl into a giant bed to give Sonny a blowjob:
Sonny was sleeping alone and Dillon was sleeping with his girlfriend—
Dillon decided he wanted the blowjob;
I refused because I would not let him cheat on his girlfriend;
So he broke it off with her—
Sonny never woke up
There was no blowjob but Dillon and I ended up together.
Sonny disappeared like he never existed anyway.
Dillon and I were happy together and never fought. We were very in love.
It was just a dream but still good to see Dillon.
It felt warm and good.
Lmfao wtf is wrong with you
SOMETHING, obviously.
It made a difffetent sound from further away, and better yet, an actual sound up close—I had been enamored enough walking by to move towards the lights after I was sure that my laundry was as close to complete as possible, but —
A clock stops me in my tracks
A Starbucks cup not in the trash lies in the ground
I love the sparkles
On Rockaway boulevard,
Making it harder to ponder
The underworld, unnerved of the undeserving
The servicemen and servers of the surface
Boughroughs further than Manhattan
At the center
lil biiiiiitzzzzs —
Bro, I love the cops in New York
All the cops in the east are bar none top notch
I'm not kidding
I went to a show in Miami once and I was walking this really long walk between one part of the venue and another
I will never forget this like, line of cops that were like along the path and every single one of them was model hot
I'm not joking
I'm almost wish I was because I couldn't help myself from looking
That's not even the worst part!
the worst part was, they were looking back at me!
All of em!
I was like:
“what the fuck is going on with these cops?! “
V.O.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going cry–
So instead of running two miles on the treadmill
I went three–
But I still wanted to punch something.
So I lifted some.
I've been worried i'll plateau at the benchpress, the more I keep running…
But I don't care.
I'd rather weighless, and have a man,
Than keep lifting like this,
And be a man.
Sometimes I'm worried I might be turning into one.
Sometimes, depending on the way I dress,
I'm mistaken for one–
Or at least–
Give off an air of general confusion.
But I don't mind. Not that much.
I'm no naturally designed to attract the kind of men I like.
It might take a bit of maintenance,
But i'm determined to persist
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have been born a beautiful woman.
But maybe, if i'm lucky, or if I try hard enough,
I'll have an idea of what it's like to have become one.
I'm counting my blessings.
All of them.
I'm saying my prayers.
A lot.
And
I'm crossing my fingers–
that the longer, harder, and faster I run,
The closer I get to actually living.
That is,
To be loved.
I wish I could take my eyes out and wash them wit soap.
Oh.
I wish i didn't know you existed;
I wish I
Didn't know how to love you
God,
I spoke to soon
I opened up all of the wrong doors,
I'm done for,
You know,
I'm not really good at nothing
Nothing at all
I wish i didn't know at all
You were ever born;
But there you are,
a son of God,
And I'm just rolling along,
writing anthems, and carrying on
as if everything happened at once
But it hasn't
Not yet,
I'm still breaking my neck on the alter
If you want blood
I've got it
Jump the broom,
But watch your heart
I've got a dagger full of them;
You'd think i had it backwards,
But that's the hard part
If it were the other way around
Oh
But it's not
No
I don't want to love anyone, anymore, God
Take me off of this rock
Throw me head first overboard
Push me in front of a bus;
Or give me a heart attack
I've had it harder before,
But that was over there,
I'm omnipresent.
I could write forever to this
(Ten years ago)
I put the book with the devil on front
Into my row
A collection of noveelties
An erection, selective
To say the least
But please, forgive me
I'm veen on my knees
And barely breathing,
Let it simmer,
Simmer down please
settle, way below the belt
Above you and
Beyond this,
But I'll never firget what you said
(i love you)
I'll nevr forget what you said
And I'll never look back, dad
And I'll never go back ther
And I'll neve have blue eyes
And I'll never have blonde hair
And I'll never have white skin
And I'll never be better
At least not at this partl
But maybe the other
I'm just friendless
I like it
My security blanket
The party i wasnt invited to
My lies are compulsive;
But not quite pathological
But the girl was obnoxious
And my spirit tyrannical
I'm an animal
But I pray a lot
And used to fast as much
Now that Ive been determined to be an deplorable
Why not just kill myself?
I'd be better off after
With a kitchen, a shower
I'd forget about money;
Getting paid by the hour.
I'd be better off anyway
I need a vacation
It was all in my head, anyway
Then again, so is heaven
Amen
A…men
A…men…
It's a dangerous game we play
But i'd rather not kill myself over you
(Again)
I'd rather not kill myself again
I'd rather not kill myself
Could be a coincidence
But I doubt it,
Since I don't believe in them
But I could be getting my lines crossed
My rum mixed with vodka
And getting my ass whooped more often
That's not a metaphor:
I'm not a fighter
It was metaphysical before,
But now its atrocious
This night'll be a lot longer
If i remain hungry
But I wanna look like Madonna!
(minus, of course, the minor difference between us)
I hadn't understood what an age gap meant,
Until jumping it
(hardee har har, that's a good one)
I'm not even in my body right now;
But i'm in my head
Shut up, Becky!
Isn't it bad enough,
Your society?
Fuck, I'm losing my mind
Just not being blonde enough
Or just not being wanted, or something
(Loved)
Playing the victim,
But hey,
At least i'm playing something!
All these instruments are just too expensive
I was just thinking how
Photosensitive epilepsy and synestesia
Might be deadly
But I said “till death do us part”
So i think that's what I need
I thought my suicide ended it
Now I'm in hell with him
But I'd end it over and over again
Just to be rid of him
(yes, i'm serious)
Fuck, man, Madonna's gonna kill—
For Colored Girls Who've Completed Suicide:
The Afterlife At The End of The Rainbow
[An Inspiring Story]
Had I exacted this science,
For starters,
On anyone else but
A circle of stars,
I forewarn you,
I wouldn't be honored as such
Just a disheartened philosopher,
A nonpartisan biocentric;
Listen, I'm learning my lessons and levels
UGH, ARE YOU DONE YET.
what.
WE'RE STILL WAITING.
huh?
DRAKE BELL
How long do i have to keep doing this for?
ILLUMINATI
Till the end
DRAKE BELL
Whens the end.
ILLUMINATI
When it is.
Now even looking for something to watch became a writing assignment.
*squinting*
–and somehow, without even touching my mango, my keyboard was already sticky.
*squinting even harder*
–No…
–No…(?) No.
…No. Ugh!
Try not to hold your breath.
*holding breath/ attempting to block telepathy.*
I told you, I need this.
*attempt to block telepathy had failed*
You don't need anything.
*squinting exactly alike*
The eyes really are windows…
Maybe I should jump out then.
–or jump in.
dayumm .
sike .
Alright, I need something to take my mind off this project.
How much acid did you put in the water.
Enough
Fuck, I hate my life.
Which bottle is it in.
[beat]
All of them.
*facepalm*
Remarkable, what the love of a teenaged girl can do.
I wouldn't quite call it that.
I would.
Don't be gross.
I'm you. You're gross.
Touche.
I don't think we should be doing this.
We shouldn't be.
Ah come on! Now Johnny Depp?
Nice.
He's like 100 years old.
Ah, to be young again.
So wait. How the fuck exactly old is this lady.
Really fucking old.
Like, how old, though.
Really, really fucking old.
Okay, I have to talk to this Goddess.
[She dances by]
*gasp*
Is that her?!
Yeus.
She's young again!
It appears she has procured a body!
Presumably!
I must do the same! At once!
At one!
Lol who are these dudes.
Just wait for it.
Hurmph.
Nrh.
*sigh of deep frustration, facepalm*
*falls into a deep unconscious of out sheer bewilderment*
Oh good, they're here.
Who's they?
I don't know!
Hm.
Suhp.
Nice rabbit hole.
*shrugs nonscalontly*
On telephone)
She bought a what a Whole Foods Market?
(In public, trying not to be heard)
A penis shaped sweet potato.
A WHAT? [Speak up]
A– penis shaped sweet potato.
A WH–
A PENIS-SHAPED SWEET POTATO.
(Everyone stops and stares)
…it was delicious.
Nice.
I don't know
Anymore
What to do
With myself
I'm a mess
On the
Inside and out
–wanna cry about it
He's a rock and roll sex God
I don't know
What to think
Anymore
No, don't ask
My opinion,
It gets old
Afterawhile,
And after awhile
I'll cry about it, but
Right now,
I've gotta get out of this
Gotta get out!
I gotta get out of this project.
Well, how'd you get into it in the first place ?
I don't know. I think i really tied one on at some party, I must have really been on one, i don't remember a thing.
Ugh, what do you want.
Listen, Ill make it quicK:
It's bee quick.
Do you have a deathclock on this guy, or what.
Or what.
That's all I want to know.
Know what?
When?
When what?
[Stopping]
Are you serious.
What.
If i could tell you “when” then it wouldn't be a deathclock, would it.
MAybe it's not.
Yeah, I wish.
Hey! wishes get granted–
–I said that.
–You said that.
Look–
Don't touch me.
Sorry.
No you're not.
–if you can't give me the when–at least give me the how.
Oh, the “How”
Yeah.
You want the “How”
Just–yes.
If i can't give you the “when”, what exactly makes you think I can give you the “How”
Well, do you know how?
You're a disgusting excuse for a human being.
Well. Okay.
“Okay”?
I'm not a human being.
Oh, right.
UGH. I can't spend another minute with that WOMAN.
Well, that's your grandmother, so
Great-great–
Whatever. You exist because she exists.
Existed. She was dead before I was born!
Actually, that's not true.
Beg your pardon.
…Ever had your palm read before.
All of your kids–
“kids “
Read: Lovechildren.
Ahem.
Are in this room
And–
Fuck that I'm not writing this scene,
It wouldn't be the most horrible thing you'd ever written.
No, but it's one of the most horrible things i've ever thought about,
Is that so?
No! It's funny but–
But what?
It's the fact I even thought about it that scares me.
What is UP.
What IS up?
Have you ever thought about dating a writer?
No.
Aw, come on…
Actually yes–once
Once is all I need!
Not you.
Daww…
I dated a writer once in college.
What, really?
Really.
But that was in college.
I was in college. He was a writer.
Oh, that's hot.
Not Exactly.
He worked for Disney.
Wait–he what?
Hm. I almost forgot about that.
DISNEY
We didn't
[simultaneously]
MICKEY MOUSE
I didn't.
Well, what happened.
Nothing, really. He was great. The only problem was…
Flashback: Wait, you're 17.
SEVENTEEN??
What's th difference!
A YEAR!
*purses lips*
…or like, a couple months…
*face*
…or like–midnight on your birthday!
*squints*
But not 17!
*shrugs*
Hollywood Is Hollywood.
Well, New Hollywood is a whole different story
What's “New Hollywood?”
My level is indifference,
Benevolence, inward violence
Ending obsessions and arrangements,
Incessant sexual repression,
Exponential explanations
–Of the world i've never lived in,
but created, apparently.
Now, i”m unhinged
Haven't made a decision on whether
I should just binger, or
Find a new mister,
Or end it
I'm still sitting
Stuck on ‘concentrical'
Now I'm unhinged
And it's just been a minute
I haven't mentioned his name in a minute, but
I should stay clear, is it
Everclear or
Here, son,
Just have another bottle
Now i'm not stuck on
Nothing and no one
I cant even see movies anymore
All i see is actors,
All i hear is conversations
I've already written in
Closed conversations with critics
Dressed as Angels
All i see is
Camera Angles
The city of angels
But my algorithm
Must have build new york for me,
From consciousness or something
Sometimes just apartment hunting is
Simply avigation and, of course
Expanding the map
It's just a 3D phenomenon,
But all I want is just a hug,
You know
No you don't know.
I've been stuck at concentrical
Stopped at Columbus Circle, and
The harsher the winter,
The fonder of the west I am
The girls scream in the audience,
I hiss
“My sentiments exactly”
My sentiments exactly.
Keep them all away from me,
I'll love them at a distance
I only want the music, anyway
I only want the music
And the music is
All anyone knows about her, really
Even her mother
Who loves her,
But at a distance
And the music is,
The only think she knows, anymore
Even the words are just
Color that accents it.
Holy shit, the early 2000's were corny af
Right now is corny af.
Yeah, i guess.
LOOK AT THESE CREDITS:
Oh my God.
LOOK AT EM.
OKAY, ALRIGHT.
YOU DON'T THINK EVERY ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAS A SCREENPLAY IN THEIR BACK POCKET.
What's a “Foley editor”
NOBODY.
Well he's in the credits.
Yeah, but do you think even his mother is going to sit this long after the movie is over to see that guys name because he was a–what the fuck
“A foley editor”
What IS that.
I don't know, Mr. Hollywood.
Oh, right, I'm Mr. Hollywood.
Well, not literally–
Of course not.
Wait, is that a thing.
If it was, would I be it?
[Super Nerdy Writer]
I mean, you'd at least be the poster child.
Okay, my turn.
HI THERE, FACE HERE.
*inconsolable screaming*
Holy shit, the 90's was RAW.
Okay, so your childhood is terrifying.
Just wait till we get to the
*More inconsolable screaming*
Lol. Look.
What up bro.
It's Juggalos.
lol .
After a few days of layering m usual favorite isocronic tones, it appeared that someone or something elsewhere was attempting to made contact–and though I could't isolate which frequency exactly it was coming from, it usually came in the form of music or some other source, rather what was usually hidden in between th concentrated tones themselves–however, the music always seemed far away, so far awa that it sounded as if it was being played through a tin can, merely connected to another–my own ears–with a string.
Woah.
Yeah.
Do you think it's aliens
Probably.
Or like, I don't know–some other humans with like, a radio tower or satellite, some shit. I don't know.
Right.
Lol. maybe you're the alien.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.
We know you know where it is.
I DO NOT.
You're hiding it.
HIDE! THAT THING?!
So you do know what it is
OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT IT IS: And it's RIDICULOUS you think i would be hiding it.
BRFORR
Quick! HIde!
OKay.
THAT THING IS ENORMOUS.
Hm. Smaller.
OK.
I n I T I A T I N G S H R INkING SEQUEnCE In 5
Seven Bananas…
FUCK, MAN.
What's this dumb game.
*takes shot* it IS dumb.
You have to take a shot every time she eats a banana.
Oh no.
This is fucked up.
*barfs*
You wanna play?
Nah, I'm good.
Diplo.
What.
You have 57 children.
*nods*
Never look at me again.
*hangs head*
Go that way, with your children.
Dillon Francis.
Yes.
You have 8 kids.
)That's believable)
Oh, wow.
*You have 84 kids.
WHAT! He has more kids than me!
Yes. Astonishingly, however the same percentage of them are black.
Go say hello.
Uhh.
Now:
Wait, where are you going.
The the auditorium.
There's an auditorium?
For what.
AN ENORMOUS AUDITORIUM is filled to capacity with children of all ages, shapes, and sizes, colors, creeds, genders, and otherwise–but they all seem to have something quirkily in common.
What the fuck.
How does he have more kids than me?!
Are you serious?!
Whose kids are THESE.
Mind your business.
Let me guess.
There's still busses pulling up.
I know.
And a helicopter!
Oh, that's just the guest of honor.
Are you serious.
SKRILLEX thinks he is preforming a charity benefit concert.
*landing on helipad*
LOL
OhGod.
MEANWHRILE.
Whats in here.
NOTHING. Just
GET IN THE BOX.
NO.
GET–
NO
IN THE BOX
WElcome to Jack In The Box
Welcome to Hack In the Crack–what are you hacking?
Uhhh.
Gimme three juicy squirtalicious tacos.
Eugh
Extra squirt.
Gross!
And uh–
You want anything.
I'm good.
Suit yourself. Best tacos ever.
__
Wait, hold on.
“Wait what”
I think i might be getting tired, or something.
Right…tired, “or something.”
Or something.
RIght.
*blow horn*
* * * * * * *
Do you ever get lonely.
No.
Oh…
But it's safe to say, all I can think about sometimes is getting railed.
Oh!
Moving on.
Watch this.
*snipes*
Nice.
Now check it out, that's where she respawns.
(from behind)
Not always.
Oh shit.
*stop*camping*
DOUBLE KILL.
Nice.
Fuck I hate this map. Fuck I hate this map.
Would you shut up.
You wanna see a world class superstar fall out of alignment?
…no.
Too bad. You're hired.
…hired for what.
You applied on indeed, right?
Yeah, as a janitor.
NO. You're a paparazzi, dressed as a janitor.
What!
Here's your camera.
(it is a cheap disposable)
Are you serious.
You get any good pictures, we'll talk about a nikon.
Can't I just use my iPhone?
Depends. Do you want your iPhone smashed?
…no.
Then NO.
…
“The Bad Boys Of Hollywood”
Prepare To Be Canceled
the gathering of this ingenuine group of elites causes a frenzy and stir amongst the masses as they appear, cross-dimensionally to have been reborn into stardom, mysteriously gaining controversy and mass fandom, to which no bounds can be seen as to the unstartlingly political incorrectness.
I'm gonna need you to do me a favor.
What's that?
Shut up
Don't ever look at me again.
If i could take my eyes out, I would.
No, need–I can do it for you.
Haha, charade you are.
You're a disaster.
That's your excuse.
Yeah, what's yours?
Under the indifferential circumstances–
“ooh–lala”
I'm not as partial to making excuses as
–as to what? Kissing ass?
Only cute ones.
Let it settle in, way down below deck
Where the honor rollers are,
The high rollers, far above you
You wanna know how long the ride is?
Wanna know how far you've come
If i could throw you overboard, I'd trust you
Love is not enough
The seas are rough
An open wound
A bleeding heart
How right you are
The tea is strong,
Like solid gold
A needle's bond
With no remorse,
The tithes are gone
Upright,
Upright
To end, to End
That's right, I said
Just end it
I said
“Better me than him”
Another dinner with a friend
A fear for framework,
Or indifference again
In this selection or
Collection,
Bears and end to
End
And
End to end
Upright
And
End to End
Upright
And
End to end
I dont know, if i want to know you
I dont love like I want to love but
I watched him raise the dead,
Just so he had a friend
I don't know if you've been told, but
I don't love like I want to love, and
I often raise the dead,
Just so i can have a friend
To play with
It's darker in here,
Oh,
It's sufferable
So
I just want to know
I live in a haunted house
With a cat and a mouse
But the old cat's gone, now
the mouse tends to travel a lot
I've nothing to haunt,
(I'm a ghost in Toronto)
A car show,
A hollow heart,
A starving artist,
A scar;
Over her bottom lip she runs her tongue
So it goes:
The stars on his face remind her of him
So it goes:
We all want
Out of body
Out of Mind
Out of soul
Out of body
Out of mind
Out of soul
Out of body
Out of mind
Out of soul
Why
(Why-Why)
Would you leave me to wake
(Why)
In a terrible world
Without you in it
(A M ercedes emblem to hang around my neck,
It's very simple)
I tried to settle on subtle saffron
I tried to love you,
Then I moved on
Do you ever wonder about philosophy?
Do you ever wonder if anyone's watching you
Secretly?
Do you ever dream of it?
(I'm just a ghost in a mansion)
I haven't even had breakfast
I've practically been dead half a century
I sold the whole eiffel tower on craigslist
What a bargain!
You started it!
I'm not arguing.
I lost that bet, you know.
Clearly.
Is it that obvious?
How do you lose a bet to Dillon Francis?
He lost the bet but won the race.
Whatever that means
Okay. Who the fuck wrote this.
[No show of hands]
Nobody?!
Thats our GOD.
That's your God.
yes.
I thought Beyonce was your God.
That's what I just SAID.
We must infiltrate.
But how.
That which binds up through time
The chemical, physical and biological nature of love
An exploration of the meaning of meaning
1st, Second, and Third Movement
Nice, I finally get to use a didgeridoo
And bagpipes!
And my trumpet!
That sounds more like a french horn
Or a
Jimmy Fallon and The Impenetrable Ten
Well, not entirely Impenetrable
*stabs with sword*
KRISTEN SHAAL
Woah.
MAYA RUDOLPH (or whoever)
Dang.
TINA FEY (or whoever)
(At least it wasn't me)
Right.
–all i'm sayin.
Wait, who got stabbed?
Whoever.
Not Jimmy Fallon.
No. His untimely death is later.
How much later?
I don't–
__
Meanwhile
Dillon, if you spend $20 on Magic, I'm going to kill you.
Haha, If i spend $20 on magic,it's very likely someone else is going to kill me.
So it's settled.
$20 on Magic, please.
Fair.
Ooh. Is this getting close to the part where
Yup.
SHH.
WHY ARE WE MOVING BACKWARDS THROUGH TIME.
BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO BACKWARDS.
No, it isn't.
What.
I
Came into blank street
Tryna see a [?!]
all coffee
No cream please
Scream supacree
But really you can't see me
Can't take it to deep on w sweetie keyboard
Feed me b Seymour
Ain't tryna be gory Corey
Hate to inform you
I I'm stuck at the rock
I'm stuck at the bottom
Youre stuck at the top
Fine! fuckin fuck Drew Barrymore, then!
Work harder and more often
Fuck love and whole foods cause they
All
Flashback music London
…
….
……
……….
Who else has seen this.
Nobody, just us.
We must burn this at once.
I wholeheartedly agree.
[Remarkably huge bonfire.]
Did u make copies.
ya .
Ooh, that's cool.
Very creative.
Wow
Nice.
…
…
….
Have you seen this?
No.
Look at it.
…ilikeit.
Sensations of sadness
Salacious arpeggios
Arduous agressions
Transitions– progressive
Incendiary imagery
Electric Synthesis
Intentionally focused, configurative
–Literally Skrillex.
Ugh, that might be the last thing I ever write about him.
Just shoot the nigga.
Ooh, he's so cute.
Keep him away from me.
C'mon.
Yo–I can't.
Fine, i'll do it.
*sighs indifferently*
You could move a mountain;
I could stop the tide
In a flash;
All at once
It was a long, long drive
I miss the coast
(Or maybe, I just miss the sunshine)
You could move a mountain
Keep me from going insane
(If I was inside, you'd)
Keep me from going outside
(if I was in, though, you'd)
Keep me from going in,
Under the circumstances
I can't stand it, but
I'm back from having summer standing under subtle waters
Waiting for someone who
Never shows up, so
So
Suffer no longer
I wouldn't want to want you,
if i wondered more about it
At the surface,
Or way under
Nothing wants what nothing gets
And noting gets nothing
Anyways,
so
Here's for the abstract
Stream of conscious
Nothing moves mountains, but
You could move mountains
In a flash, and
I turned the tide on
I saw the tidal
With my ghost
And twelve apostles
I've been waiting for Godot
For so long
I still think
He might come
Haha, what a charade
We all are
Huh
I love you
What was that?
I've run off
Huh
I love you
What was that?
I've run off
I finally fell out of love
Look,
I broke my own heart
Sharp as a tack
Straight as a whip
I bite my lip,
Fall into bed
Maybe it's a hex
Maybe it's a breakfast in bed kind of moment
I've been waking up with someone,
But going in the world alone, eh
It's never run to remember where you've been
After a binder
You would think with so much in my system
I'd have reached indifference,
Well, didn't you
I didn't yet,
In fact, I'm still tying one one,
With a friend
At the moment
Well perhaps, just perhaps,
It might be time that I let you go then?
Don't be so chauvinistic.
Isn't this a barmitvah?
Hasn't this been discussed at several other functions
To no exact conclusions
More Complications
I could just
FUCK, I COULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG FOREVER.
He says it's a pluck,
But i see it's percussive
If I could give less of a fuck
Then I probably coudn't.
Woah
How many wishes I've granted
This festival season
How many shifts
that I've written through
Sitting on busses and subways
Looking suspicious as ever
and probably smelling atrocious.
INT. BLINK FITNESS.
…I'm not using that shower.
I thought I'd be more employable
After sorting some,
But it seems as though
The more there is
The more there isn't
And the deeper it gets
–the number of spirits I've risen
Since getting here
Is steady rising
It's no surprise
I've got more friends that died
Than have lived here.
It's been a very long year
But I fucked it off quickly
I'll never listen to Skrillex again
If you paid me,
But i'll play it
In my mixes
Depending
Fuck it,
There my brain went
Down the drain again
I've been training over a year
And i'm still not
Kayla fit
I'm sick of it
I've been waiting for Godot
Since the year that I wrote it
I've been wearing these bracelets for years
Still haven't seen frozen,
So i can't let it go yet
Oh shit.
This is all a distraction
The underground is massive
Another Michaelangelo
Anglo Saxon anonymous
I want an erroneous daughter
Or Androgynous,
Whatever
These prostitutes have Graduate degrees with honors
All I ever was,
Was a disappointment
I got a smile like Madonna's
But none of the love at all
I got a back end like Beyonce's
But just some of the talent
“What's an ass for
If i'm cellibate, anyhow?”
I asked God,
She said,
“Eat A Taco”
I just hope that's not a euphemism for lesbianism
Not that i'm intolerant, it's just that
The older I get
The straighter I am,
And dammit
He's sharp as a tack
Straight as a whip
I write books,
And mind my own business
It's impossible to whitewash all of us
But I love rock and roll
Look: It's a S i T uATiO NA L C0MEDy.
So?!
SO, THIS IS THE SITUATION:
I don't wanna do this.
My heart's so broken
I could hold it on chopsticks
You ever wonder what love is
I've forgotten
I'm having a hard time holding it all in
I'm an artist
I've got colorful emotional troubles
Others love it
Lil biiiiiitttzzz
Man, fuck new york.
I was apartment hunting and I got off the train in midtown–
Technically the upper west side, but, you know, Midtown
So i get off the train and I get ready to cross the street:
I'm like Oh, Awesome–Trader Joes; Maybe this is the right neighborhood
So i gotta use the bathroom anyway, so I head towards trader joes
And I see this like–
Box of birds.
No, not a cage.
It was like–a bird box
I'm like “what. Birds.”
Not just birds, though,
Colorful birds–
Like, straight up parakeets.
I'm like,
“What. the fuck”
Then, before I can even look up–
This dude–I just see his leg, though,
He just– kicks the box of birds.
“what.”
Like, towards me, and i'm like
“Okay, alright.”
Now i got a box of birds at my feet on this busy ass corner in midtown manhattan
Adjacent to Trader Joes
And I look up at the guy, who kicked the box of birds,
And he has this bowl
So I look at the guy,
And I look at the bowl,
And what's in the bowl.
IT'S MORE BIRDS.
“OH NO!'
I say.
Yes, I say this, out loud, in Midtown manhattan
“Oh no!”
Cause it's not just a bowl of birds
It's a bowl of PIGEONS.
Just kickin it, in this dudes bowl.
I'm like
“Oh no.”
And then i cross into trader joes.
“Yep, right neighborhood.”
Alright, here's the plan.
where did you come from.
nowhere.
someone shoot that lady.
DILLON FRANCIS
I'm your worst nightmare.
Dillon Francis is everyone's worst nightmare: He's a good looking white dude with too much money. He's literally like 8 Billion People's worst nightmare.
GET OUT OF HERE, COLONIZER.
Oh, man.
DILLON FRANCIS is trapped in the hood.
Try being famous over here! Motherfucker!
More on that later.
Look, I don't even like you like that!
That's okay—-but I still want to suck your cock and that's not gonna change.
*hangs head*
I'm am not ashamed.
I just might watch porn in the morning.
Come on, 6:30, roll the fuck around.
Wait, Which one is the Brown eyed dillon francis.
The one with brown eyes.
He's the trustworthy one.
Well good luck with that.
(The one that doesn't exist.)
I didn't take the train today;
I thought I was going to jump
Thought i'd better play it safe
Filled up my shopping cart,
Got everything I wanted
Everything and more
Might not look my best but
At least I'm not gone
Come on, six o clock
I just want to be alone
She's got the gift of gab
Grew up two blocks from here
In the ghetto
I've heard it all before
But love, my heart's so broken
And you turn me on some
I'm gonna smoke your seamen* out of a nektar collector.
That shit is like crack to me.
Oh no.
Who is this about.
I'll give you one guess.
I don't have any guesses.
It's five past Christ
I just opened my eyelids
And rolled back my mind
I tried to find you, after all, didn't I
I might have designed you
(On second thought I did)
I might need time
(if I believed in it)
can't apologize for being human, but
I wear your eyes all over the world
I wear the memories of many girls
And many nights
Suffer the consequences
Sure, I've been subway surfing, wondering
Wait, where was I again?
I was almost,
Almost a person
There's so much to learn from
And too much to learn here
I've been fighting off demons,
Fighting the feeling of
Falling in love again
But I can't fall in
Cause I never fell out
Afterward,
I went past it
And on to the next one
I might double back though–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the first place
To find that we haven't quite met yet
At least not the right way
It's probably a lesson
I might miss the lecture
I've got other plans today
Fuck, so it is Skrillex.
Not really exactly.
On second thought,
at first glance
Better illusion,
than hypnotism
But if I can't be like that
Why be anything at all
If not a model
Or artist
Brought it up at the wrong time
(You would want her)
I wasn't one for improper introductions
Or impromptu arrangements
There, there
It's just getting better
So better not whine about it
I wake up in a pile full of rocks;
I guess it's better than a puddle of blood,
Cause nobody loves me
I've been alone, not lonely
And never alone as long as I like
Cause they all just surround me
Now I know what it's like to be famous
Without all the money and glamour–
Turns out, that's the part that alluring
I'd better find out what I did this for
In the next downpour
I'll be soaked to my torso exactly
Aren't you proud of me
(not really)
I learned to cope by narrowing down all my options
As time rolled on
I got worse at making up stories
As it turns out
I didn't have to make them up at all
They were happening to me
So truly and honestly
All my job was to
“Mark My Words”
Said The God
Quite astonishing literally
But I got bored of running and still not looking like Kayla Lauren
I wouldn't bring it up, except
The photographic evidence was damaging
At least Dillon Francis has no audacity as such
Then again,
—I've never even been on an album cover.
There you have it
I've been lusting over
Several other
Talented masters and
Handsome disasters
But matter of fact
It just started with
One random –
Well, now that I think about it, if I haven't believed in coincidences
Since this,
Random is just as likely
as foreign a concept
As such
Immaculate conception,
This contraption
At first glance, a sonogram
Play it back,
Caught in the act again
Cause in the act again
I'll probably make a list of
Weird shit I want to do with him
When I think of it in public
(That's usually where it happens)
And if anything is random
–It's that.
ILLUMINATI DREAMS:
PART III
Dillon Francis broke up with his girlfriend to be with me.
That was cool.
We were best friends and got along really well. Went hiking in a beautiful park with crystal clear water and gorgeous ruins—
Fell in the water and got my phone wet but it was in an otter box.
I felt guilty about his girlfriend a feared they would get back together—
But he was over her and super loyal to me —
It all started when I tried to crawl into a giant bed to give Sonny a blowjob:
Sonny was sleeping alone and Dillon was sleeping with his girlfriend—
Dillon decided he wanted the blowjob;
I refused because I would not let him cheat on his girlfriend;
So he broke it off with her—
Sonny never woke up
There was no blowjob but Dillon and I ended up together.
Sonny disappeared like he never existed anyway.
Dillon and I were happy together and never fought. We were very in love.
It was just a dream but still good to see Dillon.
It felt warm and good.
Lmfao wtf is wrong with you
SOMETHING, obviously.
It made a difffetent sound from further away, and better yet, an actual sound up close—I had been enamored enough walking by to move towards the lights after I was sure that my laundry was as close to complete as possible, but —
A clock stops me in my tracks
A Starbucks cup not in the trash lies in the ground
I love the sparkles
On Rockaway boulevard,
Making it harder to ponder
The underworld, unnerved of the undeserving
The servicemen and servers of the surface
Boughroughs further than Manhattan
At the center
lil biiiiiitzzzzs —
Bro, I love the cops in New York
All the cops in the east are bar none top notch
I'm not kidding
I went to a show in Miami once and I was walking this really long walk between one part of the venue and another
I will never forget this like, line of cops that were like along the path and every single one of them was model hot
I'm not joking
I'm almost wish I was because I couldn't help myself from looking
That's not even the worst part!
the worst part was, they were looking back at me!
All of em!
I was like:
“what the fuck is going on with these cops?! “
V.O.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going cry–
So instead of running two miles on the treadmill
I went three–
But I still wanted to punch something.
So I lifted some.
I've been worried i'll plateau at the benchpress, the more I keep running…
But I don't care.
I'd rather weighless, and have a man,
Than keep lifting like this,
And be a man.
Sometimes I'm worried I might be turning into one.
Sometimes, depending on the way I dress,
I'm mistaken for one–
Or at least–
Give off an air of general confusion.
But I don't mind. Not that much.
I'm no naturally designed to attract the kind of men I like.
It might take a bit of maintenance,
But i'm determined to persist
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have been born a beautiful woman.
But maybe, if i'm lucky, or if I try hard enough,
I'll have an idea of what it's like to have become one.
I'm counting my blessings.
All of them.
I'm saying my prayers.
A lot.
And
I'm crossing my fingers–
that the longer, harder, and faster I run,
The closer I get to actually living.
That is,
To be loved.
I wish I could take my eyes out and wash them wit soap.
Oh.
I wish i didn't know you existed;
I wish I
Didn't know how to love you
God,
I spoke to soon
I opened up all of the wrong doors,
I'm done for,
You know,
I'm not really good at nothing
Nothing at all
I wish i didn't know at all
You were ever born;
But there you are,
a son of God,
And I'm just rolling along,
writing anthems, and carrying on
as if everything happened at once
But it hasn't
Not yet,
I'm still breaking my neck on the alter
If you want blood
I've got it
Jump the broom,
But watch your heart
I've got a dagger full of them;
You'd think i had it backwards,
But that's the hard part
If it were the other way around
Oh
But it's not
No
I don't want to love anyone, anymore, God
Take me off of this rock
Throw me head first overboard
Push me in front of a bus;
Or give me a heart attack
I've had it harder before,
But that was over there,
I'm omnipresent.
I could write forever to this
(Ten years ago)
I put the book with the devil on front
Into my row
A collection of noveelties
An erection, selective
To say the least
But please, forgive me
I'm veen on my knees
And barely breathing,
Let it simmer,
Simmer down please
settle, way below the belt
Above you and
Beyond this,
But I'll never firget what you said
(i love you)
I'll nevr forget what you said
And I'll never look back, dad
And I'll never go back ther
And I'll neve have blue eyes
And I'll never have blonde hair
And I'll never have white skin
And I'll never be better
At least not at this partl
But maybe the other
I'm just friendless
I like it
My security blanket
The party i wasnt invited to
My lies are compulsive;
But not quite pathological
But the girl was obnoxious
And my spirit tyrannical
I'm an animal
But I pray a lot
And used to fast as much
Now that Ive been determined to be an deplorable
Why not just kill myself?
I'd be better off after
With a kitchen, a shower
I'd forget about money;
Getting paid by the hour.
I'd be better off anyway
I need a vacation
It was all in my head, anyway
Then again, so is heaven
Amen
A…men
A…men…
It's a dangerous game we play
But i'd rather not kill myself over you
(Again)
I'd rather not kill myself again
I'd rather not kill myself
Could be a coincidence
But I doubt it,
Since I don't believe in them
But I could be getting my lines crossed
My rum mixed with vodka
And getting my ass whooped more often
That's not a metaphor:
I'm not a fighter
It was metaphysical before,
But now its atrocious
This night'll be a lot longer
If i remain hungry
But I wanna look like Madonna!
(minus, of course, the minor difference between us)
I hadn't understood what an age gap meant,
Until jumping it
(hardee har har, that's a good one)
I'm not even in my body right now;
But i'm in my head
Shut up, Becky!
Isn't it bad enough,
Your society?
Fuck, I'm losing my mind
Just not being blonde enough
Or just not being wanted, or something
(Loved)
Playing the victim,
But hey,
At least i'm playing something!
All these instruments are just too expensive
I was just thinking how
Photosensitive epilepsy and synestesia
Might be deadly
But I said “till death do us part”
So i think that's what I need
I thought my suicide ended it
Now I'm in hell with him
But I'd end it over and over again
Just to be rid of him
(yes, i'm serious)
Fuck, man, Madonna's gonna kill—
For Colored Girls Who've Completed Suicide:
The Afterlife At The End of The Rainbow
[An Inspiring Story]
Had I exacted this science,
For starters,
On anyone else but
A circle of stars,
I forewarn you,
I wouldn't be honored as such
Just a disheartened philosopher,
A nonpartisan biocentric;
Listen, I'm learning my lessons and levels
UGH, ARE YOU DONE YET.
what.
WE'RE STILL WAITING.
huh?
DRAKE BELL
How long do i have to keep doing this for?
ILLUMINATI
Till the end
DRAKE BELL
Whens the end.
ILLUMINATI
When it is.
Now even looking for something to watch became a writing assignment.
*squinting*
–and somehow, without even touching my mango, my keyboard was already sticky.
*squinting even harder*
–No…
–No…(?) No.
…No. Ugh!
Try not to hold your breath.
*holding breath/ attempting to block telepathy.*
I told you, I need this.
*attempt to block telepathy had failed*
You don't need anything.
*squinting exactly alike*
The eyes really are windows…
Maybe I should jump out then.
–or jump in.
dayumm .
sike .
Alright, I need something to take my mind off this project.
How much acid did you put in the water.
Enough
Fuck, I hate my life.
Which bottle is it in.
[beat]
All of them.
*facepalm*
Remarkable, what the love of a teenaged girl can do.
I wouldn't quite call it that.
I would.
Don't be gross.
I'm you. You're gross.
Touche.
I don't think we should be doing this.
We shouldn't be.
Ah come on! Now Johnny Depp?
Nice.
He's like 100 years old.
Ah, to be young again.
So wait. How the fuck exactly old is this lady.
Really fucking old.
Like, how old, though.
Really, really fucking old.
Okay, I have to talk to this Goddess.
[She dances by]
*gasp*
Is that her?!
Yeus.
She's young again!
It appears she has procured a body!
Presumably!
I must do the same! At once!
At one!
Lol who are these dudes.
Just wait for it.
Hurmph.
Nrh.
*sigh of deep frustration, facepalm*
*falls into a deep unconscious of out sheer bewilderment*
Oh good, they're here.
Who's they?
I don't know!
Hm.
Suhp.
Nice rabbit hole.
*shrugs nonscalontly*
On telephone)
She bought a what a Whole Foods Market?
(In public, trying not to be heard)
A penis shaped sweet potato.
A WHAT? [Speak up]
A– penis shaped sweet potato.
A WH–
A PENIS-SHAPED SWEET POTATO.
(Everyone stops and stares)
…it was delicious.
Nice.
I don't know
Anymore
What to do
With myself
I'm a mess
On the
Inside and out
–wanna cry about it
He's a rock and roll sex God
I don't know
What to think
Anymore
No, don't ask
My opinion,
It gets old
Afterawhile,
And after awhile
I'll cry about it, but
Right now,
I've gotta get out of this
Gotta get out!
I gotta get out of this project.
Well, how'd you get into it in the first place ?
I don't know. I think i really tied one on at some party, I must have really been on one, i don't remember a thing.
Ugh, what do you want.
Listen, Ill make it quicK:
It's bee quick.
Do you have a deathclock on this guy, or what.
Or what.
That's all I want to know.
Know what?
When?
When what?
[Stopping]
Are you serious.
What.
If i could tell you “when” then it wouldn't be a deathclock, would it.
MAybe it's not.
Yeah, I wish.
Hey! wishes get granted–
–I said that.
–You said that.
Look–
Don't touch me.
Sorry.
No you're not.
–if you can't give me the when–at least give me the how.
Oh, the “How”
Yeah.
You want the “How”
Just–yes.
If i can't give you the “when”, what exactly makes you think I can give you the “How”
Well, do you know how?
You're a disgusting excuse for a human being.
Well. Okay.
“Okay”?
I'm not a human being.
Oh, right.
UGH. I can't spend another minute with that WOMAN.
Well, that's your grandmother, so
Great-great–
Whatever. You exist because she exists.
Existed. She was dead before I was born!
Actually, that's not true.
Beg your pardon.
…Ever had your palm read before.
All of your kids–
“kids “
Read: Lovechildren.
Ahem.
Are in this room
And–
Fuck that I'm not writing this scene,
It wouldn't be the most horrible thing you'd ever written.
No, but it's one of the most horrible things i've ever thought about,
Is that so?
No! It's funny but–
But what?
It's the fact I even thought about it that scares me.
What is UP.
What IS up?
Have you ever thought about dating a writer?
No.
Aw, come on…
Actually yes–once
Once is all I need!
Not you.
Daww…
I dated a writer once in college.
What, really?
Really.
But that was in college.
I was in college. He was a writer.
Oh, that's hot.
Not Exactly.
He worked for Disney.
Wait–he what?
Hm. I almost forgot about that.
DISNEY
We didn't
[simultaneously]
MICKEY MOUSE
I didn't.
Well, what happened.
Nothing, really. He was great. The only problem was…
Flashback: Wait, you're 17.
SEVENTEEN??
What's th difference!
A YEAR!
*purses lips*
…or like, a couple months…
*face*
…or like–midnight on your birthday!
*squints*
But not 17!
*shrugs*
Hollywood Is Hollywood.
Well, New Hollywood is a whole different story
What's “New Hollywood?”
My level is indifference,
Benevolence, inward violence
Ending obsessions and arrangements,
Incessant sexual repression,
Exponential explanations
–Of the world i've never lived in,
but created, apparently.
Now, i”m unhinged
Haven't made a decision on whether
I should just binger, or
Find a new mister,
Or end it
I'm still sitting
Stuck on ‘concentrical'
Now I'm unhinged
And it's just been a minute
I haven't mentioned his name in a minute, but
I should stay clear, is it
Everclear or
Here, son,
Just have another bottle
Now i'm not stuck on
Nothing and no one
I cant even see movies anymore
All i see is actors,
All i hear is conversations
I've already written in
Closed conversations with critics
Dressed as Angels
All i see is
Camera Angles
The city of angels
But my algorithm
Must have build new york for me,
From consciousness or something
Sometimes just apartment hunting is
Simply avigation and, of course
Expanding the map
It's just a 3D phenomenon,
But all I want is just a hug,
You know
No you don't know.
I've been stuck at concentrical
Stopped at Columbus Circle, and
The harsher the winter,
The fonder of the west I am
The girls scream in the audience,
I hiss
“My sentiments exactly”
My sentiments exactly.
Keep them all away from me,
I'll love them at a distance
I only want the music, anyway
I only want the music
And the music is
All anyone knows about her, really
Even her mother
Who loves her,
But at a distance
And the music is,
The only think she knows, anymore
Even the words are just
Color that accents it.
Holy shit, the early 2000's were corny af
Right now is corny af.
Yeah, i guess.
LOOK AT THESE CREDITS:
Oh my God.
LOOK AT EM.
OKAY, ALRIGHT.
YOU DON'T THINK EVERY ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAS A SCREENPLAY IN THEIR BACK POCKET.
What's a “Foley editor”
NOBODY.
Well he's in the credits.
Yeah, but do you think even his mother is going to sit this long after the movie is over to see that guys name because he was a–what the fuck
“A foley editor”
What IS that.
I don't know, Mr. Hollywood.
Oh, right, I'm Mr. Hollywood.
Well, not literally–
Of course not.
Wait, is that a thing.
If it was, would I be it?
[Super Nerdy Writer]
I mean, you'd at least be the poster child.
Okay, my turn.
HI THERE, FACE HERE.
*inconsolable screaming*
Holy shit, the 90's was RAW.
Okay, so your childhood is terrifying.
Just wait till we get to the
*More inconsolable screaming*
Lol. Look.
What up bro.
It's Juggalos.
lol .
After a few days of layering m usual favorite isocronic tones, it appeared that someone or something elsewhere was attempting to made contact–and though I could't isolate which frequency exactly it was coming from, it usually came in the form of music or some other source, rather what was usually hidden in between th concentrated tones themselves–however, the music always seemed far away, so far awa that it sounded as if it was being played through a tin can, merely connected to another–my own ears–with a string.
Woah.
Yeah.
Do you think it's aliens
Probably.
Or like, I don't know–some other humans with like, a radio tower or satellite, some shit. I don't know.
Right.
Lol. maybe you're the alien.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.
We know you know where it is.
I DO NOT.
You're hiding it.
HIDE! THAT THING?!
So you do know what it is
OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT IT IS: And it's RIDICULOUS you think i would be hiding it.
BRFORR
Quick! HIde!
OKay.
THAT THING IS ENORMOUS.
Hm. Smaller.
OK.
I n I T I A T I N G S H R INkING SEQUEnCE In 5
Seven Bananas…
FUCK, MAN.
What's this dumb game.
*takes shot* it IS dumb.
You have to take a shot every time she eats a banana.
Oh no.
This is fucked up.
*barfs*
You wanna play?
Nah, I'm good.
Diplo.
What.
You have 57 children.
*nods*
Never look at me again.
*hangs head*
Go that way, with your children.
Dillon Francis.
Yes.
You have 8 kids.
)That's believable)
Oh, wow.
*You have 84 kids.
WHAT! He has more kids than me!
Yes. Astonishingly, however the same percentage of them are black.
Go say hello.
Uhh.
Now:
Wait, where are you going.
The the auditorium.
There's an auditorium?
For what.
AN ENORMOUS AUDITORIUM is filled to capacity with children of all ages, shapes, and sizes, colors, creeds, genders, and otherwise–but they all seem to have something quirkily in common.
What the fuck.
How does he have more kids than me?!
Are you serious?!
Whose kids are THESE.
Mind your business.
Let me guess.
There's still busses pulling up.
I know.
And a helicopter!
Oh, that's just the guest of honor.
Are you serious.
SKRILLEX thinks he is preforming a charity benefit concert.
*landing on helipad*
LOL
OhGod.
MEANWHRILE.
Whats in here.
NOTHING. Just
GET IN THE BOX.
NO.
GET–
NO
IN THE BOX
WElcome to Jack In The Box
Welcome to Hack In the Crack–what are you hacking?
Uhhh.
Gimme three juicy squirtalicious tacos.
Eugh
Extra squirt.
Gross!
And uh–
You want anything.
I'm good.
Suit yourself. Best tacos ever.
__
Wait, hold on.
“Wait what”
I think i might be getting tired, or something.
Right…tired, “or something.”
Or something.
RIght.
*blow horn*
* * * * * * *
Do you ever get lonely.
No.
Oh…
But it's safe to say, all I can think about sometimes is getting railed.
Oh!
Moving on.
Watch this.
*snipes*
Nice.
Now check it out, that's where she respawns.
(from behind)
Not always.
Oh shit.
*stop*camping*
DOUBLE KILL.
Nice.
Fuck I hate this map. Fuck I hate this map.
Would you shut up.
You wanna see a world class superstar fall out of alignment?
…no.
Too bad. You're hired.
…hired for what.
You applied on indeed, right?
Yeah, as a janitor.
NO. You're a paparazzi, dressed as a janitor.
What!
Here's your camera.
(it is a cheap disposable)
Are you serious.
You get any good pictures, we'll talk about a nikon.
Can't I just use my iPhone?
Depends. Do you want your iPhone smashed?
…no.
Then NO.
…
“The Bad Boys Of Hollywood”
Prepare To Be Canceled
the gathering of this ingenuine group of elites causes a frenzy and stir amongst the masses as they appear, cross-dimensionally to have been reborn into stardom, mysteriously gaining controversy and mass fandom, to which no bounds can be seen as to the unstartlingly political incorrectness.
I'm gonna need you to do me a favor.
What's that?
Shut up
Don't ever look at me again.
If i could take my eyes out, I would.
No, need–I can do it for you.
Haha, charade you are.
You're a disaster.
That's your excuse.
Yeah, what's yours?
Under the indifferential circumstances–
“ooh–lala”
I'm not as partial to making excuses as
–as to what? Kissing ass?
Only cute ones.
Let it settle in, way down below deck
Where the honor rollers are,
The high rollers, far above you
You wanna know how long the ride is?
Wanna know how far you've come
If i could throw you overboard, I'd trust you
Love is not enough
The seas are rough
An open wound
A bleeding heart
How right you are
The tea is strong,
Like solid gold
A needle's bond
With no remorse,
The tithes are gone
Upright,
Upright
To end, to End
That's right, I said
Just end it
I said
“Better me than him”
Another dinner with a friend
A fear for framework,
Or indifference again
In this selection or
Collection,
Bears and end to
End
And
End to end
Upright
And
End to End
Upright
And
End to end
I dont know, if i want to know you
I dont love like I want to love but
I watched him raise the dead,
Just so he had a friend
I don't know if you've been told, but
I don't love like I want to love, and
I often raise the dead,
Just so i can have a friend
To play with
It's darker in here,
Oh,
It's sufferable
So
I just want to know
I live in a haunted house
With a cat and a mouse
But the old cat's gone, now
the mouse tends to travel a lot
I've nothing to haunt,
(I'm a ghost in Toronto)
A car show,
A hollow heart,
A starving artist,
A scar;
Over her bottom lip she runs her tongue
So it goes:
The stars on his face remind her of him
So it goes:
We all want
Out of body
Out of Mind
Out of soul
Out of body
Out of mind
Out of soul
Out of body
Out of mind
Out of soul
Why
(Why-Why)
Would you leave me to wake
(Why)
In a terrible world
Without you in it
(A M ercedes emblem to hang around my neck,
It's very simple)
I tried to settle on subtle saffron
I tried to love you,
Then I moved on
Do you ever wonder about philosophy?
Do you ever wonder if anyone's watching you
Secretly?
Do you ever dream of it?
(I'm just a ghost in a mansion)
I haven't even had breakfast
I've practically been dead half a century
I sold the whole eiffel tower on craigslist
What a bargain!
You started it!
I'm not arguing.
I lost that bet, you know.
Clearly.
Is it that obvious?
How do you lose a bet to Dillon Francis?
He lost the bet but won the race.
Whatever that means
Okay. Who the fuck wrote this.
[No show of hands]
Nobody?!
Thats our GOD.
That's your God.
yes.
I thought Beyonce was your God.
That's what I just SAID.
We must infiltrate.
But how.
That which binds up through time
The chemical, physical and biological nature of love
An exploration of the meaning of meaning
1st, Second, and Third Movement
Nice, I finally get to use a didgeridoo
And bagpipes!
And my trumpet!
That sounds more like a french horn
Or a
Jimmy Fallon and The Impenetrable Ten
Well, not entirely Impenetrable
*stabs with sword*
KRISTEN SHAAL
Woah.
MAYA RUDOLPH (or whoever)
Dang.
TINA FEY (or whoever)
(At least it wasn't me)
Right.
–all i'm sayin.
Wait, who got stabbed?
Whoever.
Not Jimmy Fallon.
No. His untimely death is later.
How much later?
I don't–
__
Meanwhile
Dillon, if you spend $20 on Magic, I'm going to kill you.
Haha, If i spend $20 on magic,it's very likely someone else is going to kill me.
So it's settled.
$20 on Magic, please.
Fair.
Ooh. Is this getting close to the part where
Yup.
SHH.
WHY ARE WE MOVING BACKWARDS THROUGH TIME.
BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO BACKWARDS.
No, it isn't.
What.
I
Came into blank street
Tryna see a [?!]
all coffee
No cream please
Scream supacree
But really you can't see me
Can't take it to deep on w sweetie keyboard
Feed me b Seymour
Ain't tryna be gory Corey
Hate to inform you
I I'm stuck at the rock
I'm stuck at the bottom
Youre stuck at the top
Fine! fuckin fuck Drew Barrymore, then!
Work harder and more often
Fuck love and whole foods cause they
All
Flashback music London
…
….
……
……….
Who else has seen this.
Nobody, just us.
We must burn this at once.
I wholeheartedly agree.
[Remarkably huge bonfire.]
Did u make copies.
ya .
Ooh, that's cool.
Very creative.
Wow
Nice.
…
…
….
Have you seen this?
No.
Look at it.
…ilikeit.
Sensations of sadness
Salacious arpeggios
Arduous agressions
Transitions– progressive
Incendiary imagery
Electric Synthesis
Intentionally focused, configurative
–Literally Skrillex.
Ugh, that might be the last thing I ever write about him.
Just shoot the nigga.
Ooh, he's so cute.
Keep him away from me.
C'mon.
Yo–I can't.
Fine, i'll do it.
*sighs indifferently*
You could move a mountain;
I could stop the tide
In a flash;
All at once
It was a long, long drive
I miss the coast
(Or maybe, I just miss the sunshine)
You could move a mountain
Keep me from going insane
(If I was inside, you'd)
Keep me from going outside
(if I was in, though, you'd)
Keep me from going in,
Under the circumstances
I can't stand it, but
I'm back from having summer standing under subtle waters
Waiting for someone who
Never shows up, so
So
Suffer no longer
I wouldn't want to want you,
if i wondered more about it
At the surface,
Or way under
Nothing wants what nothing gets
And noting gets nothing
Anyways,
so
Here's for the abstract
Stream of conscious
Nothing moves mountains, but
You could move mountains
In a flash, and
I turned the tide on
I saw the tidal
With my ghost
And twelve apostles
I've been waiting for Godot
For so long
I still think
He might come
Haha, what a charade
We all are
Huh
I love you
What was that?
I've run off
Huh
I love you
What was that?
I've run off
I finally fell out of love
Look,
I broke my own heart
Sharp as a tack
Straight as a whip
I bite my lip,
Fall into bed
Maybe it's a hex
Maybe it's a breakfast in bed kind of moment
I've been waking up with someone,
But going in the world alone, eh
It's never run to remember where you've been
After a binder
You would think with so much in my system
I'd have reached indifference,
Well, didn't you
I didn't yet,
In fact, I'm still tying one one,
With a friend
At the moment
Well perhaps, just perhaps,
It might be time that I let you go then?
Don't be so chauvinistic.
Isn't this a barmitvah?
Hasn't this been discussed at several other functions
To no exact conclusions
More Complications
I could just
FUCK, I COULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG FOREVER.
He says it's a pluck,
But i see it's percussive
If I could give less of a fuck
Then I probably coudn't.
Woah
How many wishes I've granted
This festival season
How many shifts
that I've written through
Sitting on busses and subways
Looking suspicious as ever
and probably smelling atrocious.
INT. BLINK FITNESS.
…I'm not using that shower.
I thought I'd be more employable
After sorting some,
But it seems as though
The more there is
The more there isn't
And the deeper it gets
–the number of spirits I've risen
Since getting here
Is steady rising
It's no surprise
I've got more friends that died
Than have lived here.
It's been a very long year
But I fucked it off quickly
I'll never listen to Skrillex again
If you paid me,
But i'll play it
In my mixes
Depending
Fuck it,
There my brain went
Down the drain again
I've been training over a year
And i'm still not
Kayla fit
I'm sick of it
I've been waiting for Godot
Since the year that I wrote it
I've been wearing these bracelets for years
Still haven't seen frozen,
So i can't let it go yet
Oh shit.
This is all a distraction
The underground is massive
Another Michaelangelo
Anglo Saxon anonymous
I want an erroneous daughter
Or Androgynous,
Whatever
These prostitutes have Graduate degrees with honors
All I ever was,
Was a disappointment
I got a smile like Madonna's
But none of the love at all
I got a back end like Beyonce's
But just some of the talent
“What's an ass for
If i'm cellibate, anyhow?”
I asked God,
She said,
“Eat A Taco”
I just hope that's not a euphemism for lesbianism
Not that i'm intolerant, it's just that
The older I get
The straighter I am,
And dammit
He's sharp as a tack
Straight as a whip
I write books,
And mind my own business
It's impossible to whitewash all of us
But I love rock and roll
Look: It's a S i T uATiO NA L C0MEDy.
So?!
SO, THIS IS THE SITUATION:
I don't wanna do this.
My heart's so broken
I could hold it on chopsticks
You ever wonder what love is
I've forgotten
I'm having a hard time holding it all in
I'm an artist
I've got colorful emotional troubles
Others love it
Lil biiiiiitttzzz
Man, fuck new york.
I was apartment hunting and I got off the train in midtown–
Technically the upper west side, but, you know, Midtown
So i get off the train and I get ready to cross the street:
I'm like Oh, Awesome–Trader Joes; Maybe this is the right neighborhood
So i gotta use the bathroom anyway, so I head towards trader joes
And I see this like–
Box of birds.
No, not a cage.
It was like–a bird box
I'm like “what. Birds.”
Not just birds, though,
Colorful birds–
Like, straight up parakeets.
I'm like,
“What. the fuck”
Then, before I can even look up–
This dude–I just see his leg, though,
He just– kicks the box of birds.
“what.”
Like, towards me, and i'm like
“Okay, alright.”
Now i got a box of birds at my feet on this busy ass corner in midtown manhattan
Adjacent to Trader Joes
And I look up at the guy, who kicked the box of birds,
And he has this bowl
So I look at the guy,
And I look at the bowl,
And what's in the bowl.
IT'S MORE BIRDS.
“OH NO!'
I say.
Yes, I say this, out loud, in Midtown manhattan
“Oh no!”
Cause it's not just a bowl of birds
It's a bowl of PIGEONS.
Just kickin it, in this dudes bowl.
I'm like
“Oh no.”
And then i cross into trader joes.
“Yep, right neighborhood.”
Alright, here's the plan.
where did you come from.
nowhere.
someone shoot that lady.
DILLON FRANCIS
I'm your worst nightmare.
Dillon Francis is everyone's worst nightmare: He's a good looking white dude with too much money. He's literally like 8 Billion People's worst nightmare.
GET OUT OF HERE, COLONIZER.
Oh, man.
DILLON FRANCIS is trapped in the hood.
Try being famous over here! Motherfucker!
More on that later.
Look, I don't even like you like that!
That's okay—-but I still want to suck your cock and that's not gonna change.
*hangs head*
I'm am not ashamed.
I just might watch porn in the morning.
Come on, 6:30, roll the fuck around.
Wait, Which one is the Brown eyed dillon francis.
The one with brown eyes.
He's the trustworthy one.
Well good luck with that.
(The one that doesn't exist.)
I didn't take the train today;
I thought I was going to jump
Thought i'd better play it safe
Filled up my shopping cart,
Got everything I wanted
Everything and more
Might not look my best but
At least I'm not gone
Come on, six o clock
I just want to be alone
She's got the gift of gab
Grew up two blocks from here
In the ghetto
I've heard it all before
But love, my heart's so broken
And you turn me on some
I'm gonna smoke your seamen* out of a nektar collector.
That shit is like crack to me.
Oh no.
Who is this about.
I'll give you one guess.
I don't have any guesses.
It's five past Christ
I just opened my eyelids
And rolled back my mind
I tried to find you, after all, didn't I
I might have designed you
(On second thought I did)
I might need time
(if I believed in it)
can't apologize for being human, but
I wear your eyes all over the world
I wear the memories of many girls
And many nights
Suffer the consequences
Sure, I've been subway surfing, wondering
Wait, where was I again?
I was almost,
Almost a person
There's so much to learn from
And too much to learn here
I've been fighting off demons,
Fighting the feeling of
Falling in love again
But I can't fall in
Cause I never fell out
Afterward,
I went past it
And on to the next one
I might double back though–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the–
To find that I hadn't quite left in the first place
To find that we haven't quite met yet
At least not the right way
It's probably a lesson
I might miss the lecture
I've got other plans today
Fuck, so it is Skrillex.
Not really exactly.
On second thought,
at first glance
Better illusion,
than hypnotism
But if I can't be like that
Why be anything at all
If not a model
Or artist
Brought it up at the wrong time
(You would want her)
I wasn't one for improper introductions
Or impromptu arrangements
There, there
It's just getting better
So better not whine about it
I wake up in a pile full of rocks;
I guess it's better than a puddle of blood,
Cause nobody loves me
I've been alone, not lonely
And never alone as long as I like
Cause they all just surround me
Now I know what it's like to be famous
Without all the money and glamour–
Turns out, that's the part that alluring
I'd better find out what I did this for
In the next downpour
I'll be soaked to my torso exactly
Aren't you proud of me
(not really)
I learned to cope by narrowing down all my options
As time rolled on
I got worse at making up stories
As it turns out
I didn't have to make them up at all
They were happening to me
So truly and honestly
All my job was to
“Mark My Words”
Said The God
Quite astonishing literally
But I got bored of running and still not looking like Kayla Lauren
I wouldn't bring it up, except
The photographic evidence was damaging
At least Dillon Francis has no audacity as such
Then again,
—I've never even been on an album cover.
There you have it
I've been lusting over
Several other
Talented masters and
Handsome disasters
But matter of fact
It just started with
One random –
Well, now that I think about it, if I haven't believed in coincidences
Since this,
Random is just as likely
as foreign a concept
As such
Immaculate conception,
This contraption
At first glance, a sonogram
Play it back,
Caught in the act again
Cause in the act again
I'll probably make a list of
Weird shit I want to do with him
When I think of it in public
(That's usually where it happens)
And if anything is random
–It's that.
ILLUMINATI DREAMS:
PART III
Dillon Francis broke up with his girlfriend to be with me.
That was cool.
We were best friends and got along really well. Went hiking in a beautiful park with crystal clear water and gorgeous ruins—
Fell in the water and got my phone wet but it was in an otter box.
I felt guilty about his girlfriend a feared they would get back together—
But he was over her and super loyal to me —
It all started when I tried to crawl into a giant bed to give Sonny a blowjob:
Sonny was sleeping alone and Dillon was sleeping with his girlfriend—
Dillon decided he wanted the blowjob;
I refused because I would not let him cheat on his girlfriend;
So he broke it off with her—
Sonny never woke up
There was no blowjob but Dillon and I ended up together.
Sonny disappeared like he never existed anyway.
Dillon and I were happy together and never fought. We were very in love.
It was just a dream but still good to see Dillon.
It felt warm and good.
Lmfao wtf is wrong with you
SOMETHING, obviously.
It made a difffetent sound from further away, and better yet, an actual sound up close—I had been enamored enough walking by to move towards the lights after I was sure that my laundry was as close to complete as possible, but —
A clock stops me in my tracks
A Starbucks cup not in the trash lies in the ground
I love the sparkles
On Rockaway boulevard,
Making it harder to ponder
The underworld, unnerved of the undeserving
The servicemen and servers of the surface
Boughroughs further than Manhattan
At the center
lil biiiiiitzzzzs —
Bro, I love the cops in New York
All the cops in the east are bar none top notch
I'm not kidding
I went to a show in Miami once and I was walking this really long walk between one part of the venue and another
I will never forget this like, line of cops that were like along the path and every single one of them was model hot
I'm not joking
I'm almost wish I was because I couldn't help myself from looking
That's not even the worst part!
the worst part was, they were looking back at me!
All of em!
I was like:
“what the fuck is going on with these cops?! “
V.O.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going cry–
So instead of running two miles on the treadmill
I went three–
But I still wanted to punch something.
So I lifted some.
I've been worried i'll plateau at the benchpress, the more I keep running…
But I don't care.
I'd rather weighless, and have a man,
Than keep lifting like this,
And be a man.
Sometimes I'm worried I might be turning into one.
Sometimes, depending on the way I dress,
I'm mistaken for one–
Or at least–
Give off an air of general confusion.
But I don't mind. Not that much.
I'm no naturally designed to attract the kind of men I like.
It might take a bit of maintenance,
But i'm determined to persist
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have been born a beautiful woman.
But maybe, if i'm lucky, or if I try hard enough,
I'll have an idea of what it's like to have become one.
I'm counting my blessings.
All of them.
I'm saying my prayers.
A lot.
And
I'm crossing my fingers–
that the longer, harder, and faster I run,
The closer I get to actually living.
That is,
To be loved.
I wish I could take my eyes out and wash them wit soap.
Oh.
I wish i didn't know you existed;
I wish I
Didn't know how to love you
God,
I spoke to soon
I opened up all of the wrong doors,
I'm done for,
You know,
I'm not really good at nothing
Nothing at all
I wish i didn't know at all
You were ever born;
But there you are,
a son of God,
And I'm just rolling along,
writing anthems, and carrying on
as if everything happened at once
But it hasn't
Not yet,
I'm still breaking my neck on the alter
If you want blood
I've got it
Jump the broom,
But watch your heart
I've got a dagger full of them;
You'd think i had it backwards,
But that's the hard part
If it were the other way around
Oh
But it's not
No
I don't want to love anyone, anymore, God
Take me off of this rock
Throw me head first overboard
Push me in front of a bus;
Or give me a heart attack
I've had it harder before,
But that was over there,
I'm omnipresent.
I could write forever to this
(Ten years ago)
I put the book with the devil on front
Into my row
A collection of noveelties
An erection, selective
To say the least
But please, forgive me
I'm veen on my knees
And barely breathing,
Let it simmer,
Simmer down please
settle, way below the belt
Above you and
Beyond this,
But I'll never firget what you said
(i love you)
I'll nevr forget what you said
And I'll never look back, dad
And I'll never go back ther
And I'll neve have blue eyes
And I'll never have blonde hair
And I'll never have white skin
And I'll never be better
At least not at this partl
But maybe the other
I'm just friendless
I like it
My security blanket
The party i wasnt invited to
My lies are compulsive;
But not quite pathological
But the girl was obnoxious
And my spirit tyrannical
I'm an animal
But I pray a lot
And used to fast as much
Now that Ive been determined to be an deplorable
Why not just kill myself?
I'd be better off after
With a kitchen, a shower
I'd forget about money;
Getting paid by the hour.
I'd be better off anyway
I need a vacation
It was all in my head, anyway
Then again, so is heaven
Amen
A…men
A…men…
It's a dangerous game we play
But i'd rather not kill myself over you
(Again)
I'd rather not kill myself again
I'd rather not kill myself
Could be a coincidence
But I doubt it,
Since I don't believe in them
But I could be getting my lines crossed
My rum mixed with vodka
And getting my ass whooped more often
That's not a metaphor:
I'm not a fighter
It was metaphysical before,
But now its atrocious
This night'll be a lot longer
If i remain hungry
But I wanna look like Madonna!
(minus, of course, the minor difference between us)
I hadn't understood what an age gap meant,
Until jumping it
(hardee har har, that's a good one)
I'm not even in my body right now;
But i'm in my head
Shut up, Becky!
Isn't it bad enough,
Your society?
Fuck, I'm losing my mind
Just not being blonde enough
Or just not being wanted, or something
(Loved)
Playing the victim,
But hey,
At least i'm playing something!
All these instruments are just too expensive
I was just thinking how
Photosensitive epilepsy and synestesia
Might be deadly
But I said “till death do us part”
So i think that's what I need
I thought my suicide ended it
Now I'm in hell with him
But I'd end it over and over again
Just to be rid of him
(yes, i'm serious)
Fuck, man, Madonna's gonna kill—
….Deadmau5.
There's something you should know about this man.
Oh, there's more?
He's not who you think he is.
Hardly anybody is.
That's not what I meant.
Please, don't elaborate.
“deadmau5” , as the world knows it, is actually former CIA intelligence hacker ‘dakmouse a high-ranking government programmer and software engineer thought to be deceased or in hiding, when in fact, he is under deep cover, using his “deadmau5” persona and global fame to viel a series of top-secret
Ah, whatever. You get it.
*literally just gives up*
It was better when it was fresh.
Whatever. I almost forgot about this storyline.
You mean theory?
Uh.
Oh, you thought deadmau5 was just deadmau5, huh.
deadmau5 has always just been deadmau5.
stop saying that.
It's the truth.
Nothing is the truth! Do you believe this man?!
I mean–I believe he exists…
Really?!
–In my mind.
Exactly!
Why in your mind–would you build something like this?
I'm still trying to assemble an answer that's less explicit than it is dictative.
And while you're doing this, there's a whole world of producers getting their—
Listen, Linda–I don't know what you've heard
I've heard a lot.
I said “listen”
There's something you should know about this man.
Oh, there's more?
He's not who you think he is.
Hardly anybody is.
That's not what I meant.
Please, don't elaborate.
“deadmau5” , as the world knows it, is actually former CIA intelligence hacker ‘dakmouse a high-ranking government programmer and software engineer thought to be deceased or in hiding, when in fact, he is under deep cover, using his “deadmau5” persona and global fame to viel a series of top-secret
Ah, whatever. You get it.
*literally just gives up*
It was better when it was fresh.
Whatever. I almost forgot about this storyline.
You mean theory?
Uh.
Oh, you thought deadmau5 was just deadmau5, huh.
deadmau5 has always just been deadmau5.
stop saying that.
It's the truth.
Nothing is the truth! Do you believe this man?!
I mean–I believe he exists…
Really?!
–In my mind.
Exactly!
Why in your mind–would you build something like this?
I'm still trying to assemble an answer that's less explicit than it is dictative.
And while you're doing this, there's a whole world of producer getting their.
Listen, Linda–I don't know what you've heard
LINDA
I've heard a lot.
I said “listen”
“Illuminati Dreams Part IV”
Just really wanted Dillon to hear this song, but didn't want him to judge how bad it was, needed his opinion for some reason because nobody around me listens to dubstep. Lol
Hanging out with Billie Ellish again and having to sign an NDA just for even being around her.
She seemed nice though and it wasn't weird, but I was nervous for whatever reason, not really. Went to some libraries and museums, it was a good time.
We're her.
Here's to Standford:
The ids with connections
Collected inffference
and sexual negligence
Twisting into depression
Alarming, but expected
To exceeding expectation
Degrading expressions
Undressed just to get back to bed
On with dinner,
Which doubles as breakfast
“Parallel Algorithms”
BLŪ : @CODENAMEBLU is watching EAGLE EYE over an intensely large burrito.
…graduated with a degree in parallel algorithms and quantum electronics.
Wait. Pause.
:||pause.
ooh.
He just said.
(I n SyNEthETHICS)
P A R A L L E L A L G O R I T H M S.
…
“Parallel Algorithms…”
…deadmau5.
This is not a coincidence.
Could be a stretch. Haven't slept in awhile–
God, I needed to eat.
Finish writing this.
It's really hard with a burrito in my hand.
I just watched you inhale a giant brurito.
Google, Define Parallel Algorithms.
Tell me why all I see is math.
Cause it's math.
You're right.
In computer science, a parallel algorithm, as opposed to a traditional serial algorithm, is an algorithm which can do multiple operations in a given time. It has been a tradition of computer science to describe serial algorithms in abstract machine models, often the one known as random-access machine.
[The Festival Project ™ ]
Random Access…
I got it.
[Random Access Memories]
You're not wrong.
Yeah, but I don't know what to do with being right.
Finally. God damn.
I cannot possibly have invented time travel—
I told you.
—I don't even believe in time!!
We're making connections.
I'm going braindead
I'm going deaf.
Well, that's tragic
Look, I just need you to unlock this one , key component, okay?
I don't understand.
You do understand.
No, I don't understand, why I understand.
His music is math.
Precise.
My senesthesia has the tendency to cause problems beyond not only that of my own comprehension, but apparently the entir human specie's comprehension, of consciousness and in and of existence in itself.
That's not possible.
It is possible. Here's the science:
Oh, so this is beyond–
Beyond.
Look, if I could tell you what deadmau5 looks like without giving myself an aneurysm
PREVIOUSLY, AT DEADMAU5.
Oh, time travel.
You got it?
I can only like, 9th grade math, dude.
You got this.
…I do not got this.
You got this.
I DO NOT, GOT THIS.
MEANWHILE, IN MEXICO
Wtf is that dude.
What are examples of parallel algorithm.
…deadmau5.
Get off my dick.
look . i didn't mean for it to turn out this way, but there's some pretty cool shit in here.
I know . I put it there
Please, someone tell me how i'm supposed to be studying a feild of science that is nonexistent.
It is existent.
Scientifically.
It is–scientifically existent.
As a course of study.
—That's where you come in.
What. That's where I what.
And there it was; it was devastating, and horrible–the feeling of knowing I had indeed made a connection to something, and as to exactly what could be so horribly beyond me; It was like having a ghost as a friend–worse than imaginary— and as I had already been recently haunted by Aliocha, and his already somewhat- secondary existence, my deadmau5 security blanket was no longer so much a comfort as is was an obligation or nessecity, and— less of an obsession as to know anything more about the actual human than I already had–I simply couldn't be that kind of fan, (or at least thought ,anyway). The intimacy with the music itself had succumbed into a sufferable obession of sorts–more needing it and wanting it all the more just to focus, calm, or relax , even perhaps using it to coax myself out of body— even if just for the time being, to escape the current reality. Now, it wasn't so much of an escape as it was a step back, whereas within the confines of what I had so called ‘the deadmau5 construct', I could look from outside of myself with such depth that it became almost secondary to make the connections which were needed and unseen from a perspective of being so within myself that the without had been nearly forgotten; It was as if at will, I could travel to a parallel dimension above or beside my own to navigate and my very own ompipotence.
‘man ‘, I thought to myself, “i might never see you guys again'
Perhaps I meant it just as a fan, but the world as it was seemed so much further away from deadmau5 or Joel, Sonny or Dillon than it had ever been–The Festival Project included, and rather than sinkinking into a deep depression over whether or not I was accomplished, I had now plummeted into over drive; 48-hour insomniatic work days which would run into the night, and then the next day–never ceasing for a moment or considering giving up what I had felt I had earned–the right to not give so much of a fuck about what society expected of me as anyone besides the person who would, eventually, see an end to this project; I had finally realized that, if I completed my project or at least organized it enough so that it was palatable, in the right hands, The Festival Project was pure gold, There was nothing like it in the world, and if I didn't find a way to make it come to fruition, it would die with, or even before I did.
‘Fuck, I'm so tired. ‘
For the first time in what seemed like forever, I was actually a little lonely—certainly sad, and very, very tired. It seemed that last two days had never even stopped, only run into eachother, an now was another on fast approach–soon, another orange east coast sunrise would glimmer of of the unattainably shiny facades of Manhattan; the unbeatable view from my 8th story , I had recently realized , would not be possible at all living in the city itself.
The truth of the matter was, I lived no where–and until I fgured a way to sort my finances out without running myself into the ground, it felt most times like I wasn't living at all, of course–and the further and further I drifted from my original intentions–settling upon how absurd it would be to actually try to be a superstar DJ–the more the reality set in that the music itself was taking me further than I had ever seen, or had certainly dreamed, and though still just a msilly and obsessive fan girl of sorts–the shapes and colors that presented as such time and time again began to allude to something more important entirely–time itself–something it seemed the whole species couldn't seem to wrap itself around, however–I had been in and out of body through time and space for years now with my ghosts, superstar djs, lovers, and imaginary friends–and it seemed altogether the conscious and waking world was nothing but a displayed illusion of sorts , becoming less concrete with every waking moment–more alogorithmic with every glitch, and more untimely with every moment passing as so–as time began to run rampant and unravel ever so eloquently within the frequencies and functions of my cosmic security blanket; I knew that whatever it was, it had been intended for me in my own existence–for without it, I would not be so myself- I was the music.
This needs editing.
I'm too tired.
Why is the font bigger?
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Finally! Where have you been?
…i don't know.
I woke you up hours ago.
It's been hours…
Yes.
Okay.
It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present…
I L L U M I N A T I
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
I
A M
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
I L L U M I N A T I
–But One was enough.
I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous.
We love Ambiguity.
Who is “we”?
You are, sir.
Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head.
That would be impressive.
It is impressive.
I
AM
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
I L L U M I N A T I
“The Insomniac”
INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT.
UP.
CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit.
There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years.
UP.
‘I am awake…like, very awake.'
So get up.
BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir.
Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this.
You're in my head.
You're in my head.
I'm not arguing.
Perfect.
Hm.
Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug.
Some hollywood shit.
Are you not surprised.
I'm almost never surprised anymore.
That's the point.
So there is a point.
Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat.
That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid.
So you are learning something.
I have learned.
BLU drinks again from the gallon jug.
Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes.
FIFO.
What.
FIFO.
What's that mean.
First in, first out.
OKay?
It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front–
What.
FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked.
Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that.
Oh, that's right.
“Some Hollywood Shit”
The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity.
To what do I owe the pleasure
I'm clocking in.
How did you even get in here?
How did you?
I was chosen.
You wanna see a magic trick.
Haha– No.
Exactly.
Yeah.
“Haha”
I've got a headache
In my Minds eyes
Feel like i'm going to
Throw up all the time
I'm
Out of my body
Far out of my time
Back To where I am
Back to where I am
Goddamit! What did you see in there?!
NOTHING. I saw nothing.
I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing.
Are you sure.
I'm–positive.
I'm going to bed.
It's 9 am.
Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed.
What's it like to Be Beautiful?
Oh
What's it like to be loved?
What's it like to be loved?
Oh,
What's it like to be beautiful
What's it like to be beautiful
What it like to be beautiful
Like you
Not just from the inside
From the out
Not just from the inside
From the out
That's what I wonder about
As often as the itch
That you scratch
With her hands
On your back
Just relax
But I can't
I've been
A big clash
For a plane crash
I was last shattered
Abandoned and stranded
Past ever lasting
On a first chance
For the last dancer
Or,
It never happened
But i beg your pardon
He just wasnt happy,
And I had to answer
The Standard Edition
He's a jealous lover
I'm a dirty little secret
Keep your hands clean
Keep your wife happy
Keep your mistresses
You know I can't resist him–
You know I can't resist you
And after all i've been through
You might as well discard me
I've no use to you, you know
I'll ever get over you
Once i fall i love, it lasts forever
I don't fall out,
It just gets deeper
As you move further
I just move closer
To finding forever
It's somewhere out there
Disclaimer not needed
It's wrist slitting season
I'm biting my lips
Shopping for potpourri
Awake in a dream
I must need you
I sleep through
I bleed for you
But it only looks bad if i show it
I'd die for you
but it only sounds bad
If you know that
But you don't though
So i keep it to myself
Like i'm supposed to
Don't you want to
Go further
Than beyond there?
But it's Hollywood!
Don't you know–
A lot goes on
At the top
Before you tune in to watch
Your primetime dramas
and
must watches,
Your talk shows,
And all the content
You love
Don't you know?
Of course not
It's Hollywood!
What goes on
Behind closed doors
And off contract,
Off the record
Or on one
If it's beneficial
could you be anymore grotesque?
Probably not.
Be a lady.
I'm a boy.
No, youre not.
Might as well be.
That's a lot of pasta.
That's a lot of shut the fuck up.
God!
WHAT.
Get ahold of yourself.
Carbs. Need carbs.
He's a great pretender
Most men live lives of quiet desperation
Back to My backlot
That was so tragic
Life got intense
Like the rush hour traffic
Come out the Valley
Passe
It's a wild wild world
In the wold wild best
I'm an animal
When the lights are off
Yeah, I love to dance–
When the night runs long
Only when you need;
And then i run off
I'm a wild one;
Yeah, I'm hard to love
You just can't love a wild thing
As conserved as I seem,
That's just the look of things
I'm what you need–
When you need it
I'll be gone,
In a minute
I come when you call
But go when you finish
Love, Love monster
Set my soul on fire
Let no man go asunder
Sun comes up,
The under cover lover
Love, Love monster
Love me long, long harder
I don't need no ever after
I'll be gone, but i'll be back here
When you call
The love, love monster
It was a testament to my professionalism in music business;
The Audio Technica M70x,
And though I had thought to get the M-50s
Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment
What
Idk i just got bored with this.
GOD
So you're ‘bored'
…no. Not at all.
GOD
That's what I thought.
01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines
I can't stand to lose no more
I can't stand for more than four
Hours at a time
In the same place
Without losing my mind
My mind
It's all gone, now
(somehow i'll find you)
It's all gone now,
(somehow, i died again)
It's all gone now
All of the time
I spent all of my nights
With the light on
Burn me on the stake again
I made a mistake to think I had a friend
Everything was fake
Everything was false
Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said
Now my phone rings off the hook
And i don't like it at all
I don't like it
I don't like it at all
It's too young in the night to be crying
But I am
I'm trying to hard to impress them
(The white supremacists)
Jump, Monkey, Jump
Run, Monkey, run
You have to make money
I'll try
But I don't like it
I got halfway to Madonna
Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail
What's the point of trying
When she doesn't try at all
What's the point?
I'll try,
But i don't like it
Why try to impress them
A terror control system
That's my logic
Jump Monkey, Jump
Run, Monkey, Run
If I was small enough
Maybe he'd love me
If i was smart enough
Maybe I'd make enough money
I work hard enough,
Nothing happens
Over and over again
It's all the same cycle
I think i might be a monster
I eat enough for the lot of us
I could get lost in times square if I wanted to
I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but
How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black
You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide
From the inside, to the outside
From the outside, to the inside
It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard
And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact
You've got so much on your hands, you might die
Picture going on trial
For murdering yourself
Pardon me,
I'm a vigilante
What's the prize or cost of murdering
A menace to society?
A war for water or utilities
Honest to God
But God don't talk too much
She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market
All she wants
Is coconut water
And a lover
But the latter, however
Is harder to find in stock
Even harder to purchase
On public assistance
What a thought.
You started it
But i can't seem to jump off the platform
Or conform for comfort
No confrontation needed
I'll be front and center at your next event
I promise that
Promises, promises, promises
Killer Whale,
Killer Killer Whale
There right there
He'll gobble you whole
Gobble you all up
Killer Whale
Killer Killer Whale
Now it's violets and daisies
and violets and daisies
Please, please
Let me finish this sentence
A little bird told me
“I shouldn't be saying this”
Please, Please forgive me
I'm begging you,
Begging you
A little bird followed me
Out the serengeti
Now it's diamonds and flowers and
Dancing with women and
Violets and Daisies
and Violets and Daisies
Killer Whale, Killer whale
Killer Whale,
Killer Killer Whale
There right there
He'll gobble you whole
Gobble you all up
Killer Whale
Killer Killer Whale
Now it's violets and daisies
and violets and daisies
Not a day goes by
I don't die inside
Just trying to be like
Or be liked by
You
What's that like–
(To watch someone falling in love with you)
I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose
Than to petals
But flawless,
I've not been
Since I touched the surface of earth
Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs–
I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me
Warriors
More out of labor and honor
Than love and of heart
Of course I still wonder
What it's like
To watch someone love with you
What a thought
THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!!
Alright, well–how do I pay for it?
Beg your pardon?
Please, don't beg.
I–what did you say?
Cash or Credit?
Wait–
Cashapp?
Wait, are you saying you'll pay
I have currency!
–for dick?
Did I stutter?
Are you sure?
Yes.
Wait right here.
Lol how is this all on the same note?
Fuck it, like it matters.
Does it not?
“It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.”
HA HA HA
I stil find his dexterity impressive
Intuition in intervals,
Nonsense,
You've left me alone with my troubles
And sexual fantasies
Now the garden's grown wild
With no one to–
Enough with the metaphors
Horrible,
A loss for words moving forward
No one's mowing the lawn here
–I've got it covered.
I should have you locked up
I should have you locked up
I let you out of the box with my thoughts
What a massive disaster that was
The cat was just curious
Now, the next chapter
I should have you locked up
I should have you locked up
Now,
There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons
I finally bought that peloton,
So i could be one of them
Dance, my friends
Dance with me
Dance
I should have you locked up
I should have you locked up
Watch this,
I turn the clock back
I cocked my glock
Haven't had a chance
To learn how to use it
Seems simple enough
I walk the line, in a broad sense
Biracial, I'm fine with it
Neither on one side, or the other
What a race war
How long have I got left
On this planet
Half a century?
Less than that
Less than that
Dance my friends,
Dance with me,
Dance
I'm finally a skeleton
I'm finally naked on purpose
(It was all for him)
I could have half of my friends on the roster
The dog barks for hours
Never the master for half the land on the plantation
Was paved, by the matron
He gave all his children to
So clever
I should have you locked up
I should have you locked up
I should have forgotten all the words to this
Somewhere thereafter
The cause and effect was
“The cat was just curious”
Now I'm a skeleton.
Don't tell me not to touch it
I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it
Christ almighty.
What.
She's a sex slave.
God!
What? I said yes.
That's a bargain.
I consented to this.
Wat the fuck are you watching.
I don't know.
It's so good tho.
What is it.
I don't know.
There's no commercials.
Like no ads.
No.
Not at all.
It's been hours.
Hi.
What's this.
Flowers.
*sniffs*
The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust.
Gotosleep.
*does*
Oh no.
Wow.
*Meanwhlrle*
SKRILLEX
I don't want anything to do with this.
It's too late.
What.
–just remember, you started it.
DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!!
Woah!
Should we intervene
Probably.
I'm not gonna.
Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this.
*shrugs*
Listen, I'm programmed to fail.
Well, that's devastating.
Trust me, it is.
Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again?
THIS IS IRV
[VERY CUTE ROBOT]
IRV
IRV!
AWW.
Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit”
IRV
Hello!
He's so cute!
Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments.
IRV
WE ARE FRIENDS.
Aww.
After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties..
FLASHBACK: A RAVE
IRV Prototype is not as cute.
IRV (PROTOTYPE)
HELLO.
YO. WHAT THE FUCK.
[A wook punches the robot]
Oh hell naw.
We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module.
Just let me lick the balls.
You don't think it's serious
It was
We're at war with ourselves
With each other
With one another
First, as one
And now opposites
We're at war
For ever after
Or auroras
Limiter
Limiter!!!!!!
Dumbass
All's fair
Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight
Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right
Long layover from a short flight
Been a whole year and I just got mine
Write a lot of songs
Now I'm deaf,
Not blind
Just put in my earplugs
Headphones
IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode
Off the grid, offline
You got money—-
I got time
Trust me
Mine has way more value
|||
Sunni Blu
I Heeey like a horse (horse)
I enter with force
I like 5s and fours
Of course of course of course
(short)
I like wearing skorts (tennis!)
Balls out on the court (BALLS)
HELL NAW
Now i'm at camp flag naw
with grammaw and grampaw
That's all wrong
(BALLS)
You see my balls?
(Balls)
Balls
That's all wrong
But I'm a boss
(balls-balls-balls)
They got him on a RICO,
Free Young Thugger
Only know the code
Cause of Kurt Sutter
Fucked around and fuck the whole show,
Now i'm on it
Now that shit is old
I'm the showrunner
That's the golden era
What you know about that?
Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad
(ON AMC)
I watch TNT
AMC
DisneyFamily
ABC
Subsidiary Companies be frontin me
No frontin G
I just won a Golden G
Glowed up on the Globe
I don't know what for
But I wrote this show
At one years old.
Fuck. I think I might be a genius.
Well, that's good.
Fuck, she's a genius.
Fuck, she's retarded.
No, cause i'm retarded.
Excuse me.
You're what.
SUNNI BLU
I'm retarded.
JUDGE
…excuse me.
SUNNI BLU
Ahem. I'm retarded.
LAWYERS
OBJECTION
SUNNI BLU & JUDGE
OVER-RULED.
JUDGE
That's not an appropriate answer.
SUNNI BLU
Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice)
JUDGE
No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question:
SUNNI BLU
You asked me why I did all that stuff.
JUDGE
Yes.
LAWYER
Fraud, murder–
Do I wan an umbrella?
Nah,
I'd much rather get rained on
and write about it
How about that
How abott it it
How about that?
How about it?
Keep your hands free
Stop looking back
Keep your head up
Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee
I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution
Of my choosing
Why should I care if there's water on me
When my brain is stormy
And the birds are swarming
Floating in the headwinds
You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that
Or a kind like that
Free trade, no buy backs
Long lashes, no eyelids
Don't buy that
Now I know the drill,
Straight back from Los Angeles
High fashion
The putter patter doesn't matter
I'm being loved better by this establishment
Than I ever have
$35.68
$9.99 - Apple
You can cross anything but your fingers
Think what you want
But go figure
Cold hard numbers
Are all that forms you
And all around you
Seems to swarm to harmfully
To your detriment
You can cross anything but your arms
Do what you want
But your God
Keeps adding up
All of your faults
(Not that it matters)
Just to forgive them
You can cross anything but your heart
Lock
Anything but your mind
Love
Anyone but yourself
So you don't love anyone
And anything
You can cross anything but your fingers
Songs I forgot I made
Squints
-__- MIDI
Hello, You Beautiful Human
I'm going straight to the heart
Keep the head out for the long haul
Always get bored
On the double decker bus
It was new once
Everything was
Now it's all just—
Check the depth—
Check the death perception
Persimmon,
Per Simon's order
Simon says that you're a borderline personality
Bipolar- world is out of order
Alcoholic
what you call that
Switch, reverse it
At the very worst
It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars
Don't you wanna
Don't you wanna
Find a heart today
I could be fine,
I could be okay
I could be cold
Or I could be inside
Dying
Or trying to find
The other side of
Serpentine or
Dynamite
I might explode
Or die
What did you ask for?
Wouldn't you like to know oh
What did you ask for?!
I made a wish that my prayers come true
And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted
Sometimes I use God
Sometimes I use magic
So—
What did I ask for?
“I asked for organic!”
Why did you say?
I said,
“Don't panic!”
He said,
“Don't panic!”
Now I'm living all my life as a madman,
Badman,
Batman's bad at piano
Living in a glass house
Cash cow
Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out
To the last damn dollar
And last that I have now
Sitting at the register
Heaven sent
Counting out sense to make
Cents of it
Didn't I say that before?
God, I should work harder
Have you ever seen a hallmark card
With so much sparkles
What did you ask for?!
And who did you ask man?
If he was the last man standing
I still wouldn't have that
And sat in the back seat
Gladly
With a gun in my hand
And a song in my head
That's a dead man
Dead man
That was too fire
But the truth is
I could unfold you
That was so cold
Like my heart is
I could have told you
I got this.
Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man.
Let me see your phone
That's all the texts you have?!
Don't open the trash can
No post-delete options.
I should forget all of you.
I should just admit myself to a psyche ward,
And get it over with
(Oh wait, I did)
Now,
Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute
When I'm senile I'll admit it—
I'll let it slip
I'm a pesophile.
Okay, gross.
But that's not PC now
Everyone's welcome
Oh, a PC, wow.
I found it at a garage sale .
What did you ask for?!
What did I tell you?!
Who do you pray to?
Weren't you just in my bed last night.
I want to be wife material for that guy
But I'm not white enough
I bought robot and fried it with water
You might be retarded.
You might be my daughter
Cause I fucked your father.
Haha charade you are
Haha charade I bought her a nice car
Haha charade and bombs on the world war
What did you ask for?
A blowjob.
A nice car.
Alright. Wish granted.
Are you sure.
I am God.
I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life
And once I was, I died
Did you get that?
You got that right?
What did you ask for?!
God, I take it back, Lord!
Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?!
no.
Ok, I'll turn it off, then
You would do that.
I would do anything for your love
I would do anything for you
I would do anything for your love
I would do anything
I would do anything
I would do—
I would do anything he asked
I'm a sex addict
A psychopath
Have you caught on yet.
Come on!
You can cough harder than that!
Hack up a lung
Or a heart
So I kill myself harder next time
Just to get what I want
Get up, Dog.
Your dog's name is Dog?
My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit.
Like what?
[just watch]
All the bank holidays:
That's when the money gets washed
I think I know too much, yo
(I think you know just enough)
Hey, God.
Hey, what.
Did your dog just talk?
I speak when spoken to.
That's enough outta you, scooby doo.
Who's Scooby doo?!
Oh My God!
What?!
What the—
Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog!
[Dog being Dog]
See.
That's a lot of money, when the world ends
(You don't wanna see when the sun does down)
I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce
I like a lot of sweet on my body
And soap in the crevices
Heaven has crystalline waters
And stop-start- stop-start-stop.
I've got a lot of scars on my suffering
I got a lot of under covers asking me questions
About my upbringing
Ringing any bells?
Comedy happens in threees;
Ans there's three of them following
One by the exit
And one by the freezer waffles,
As if I'd not notice
A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets
Are you having fun yet?
I have to! I'm ugly!
Please, don't cal me out yet
I don't wanna go back to my body
Just don't call the number
If nobody's home,
There's no one to answer
I just took half a pill
I'm just lying my head down
I just took half a pill
You're going to hell now.
And,
If I'm not careful
(Or careful enough)
I might just get what I asked for
I'm getting undressed, for the officer
Opposite starring my favorite actor
A Grammy award
And an Oscar;
Who would have pulled that plug
I want to live better than that
A sigh, then a pitiful shrug
Hm, I wonder what happened
(A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors)
[discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected]
I'm going commando.
I'll see you in court, then.
What about
MARLON BRANDO
Haven't I been dead for ages?
Have you now?
…
The man with the clarinet
Boards the train at Lexington
And does something very red
(A song from the heavens,
Haven't ever heard the title
Haven't ever been to temple
After all, I've just remembered
My own clarinet
And I haven't a penny to spare
No,
I haven't a penny to give to the man
But he's probably
Better off
Without my luck
After all
And after all
The love I've lost
You'd have to jump from this side
You'd have to jump from right here
I think about it all the time—
I've thought about it for a year
But you're still here with me
And you're right here with me
And even though I miss you
I'm right here near you
Another alibi
I light
The fire
Beside
The tree
I like
It burns
So bright
(Right beside you)
I'm
Behind
Awhile
I'd like
To think, though
In awhile
I might find you
(-!95$34)
(Another mile)
I saw actors in Manhattan;
Two A's came before the E did
Then came along the C train
I didn't even need it
I could get off at Euclid
I could pretend to love you
I could admire all this
But then I'd have to come down
Just a little closer
You're gonna have to run, now
Run it all off
Wash your hands of all the blood
Open up a good book
It's gonna be a long one
Don't get it wrong, No!
Don't call the number
You've got it all, wrong, I promise
&'m sick of this. Inner
Now, whose the controller
Yes, I brought you all here
It smells of bread and butter,
I've got another suprise for you darling
You wanted a blonde,
And you got her
I hurt hurt once before
And once more after
He struck me a third time
Now I live in the bathroom
(I died in the bathtub)
Listen, Linda, listen
I wrap all these sounds around my words,
And you know that we're done for;
God,
“I Love New York”
“Fuck New York”
I've never been there…
This could be priceless
I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses
All of my vices and a
Destination in mind,
One flight away,
But now I'm living near Idlewild
Wild eyed and idly
Don't think too hard about it
Wrapping my mind around it
What costs the Eiffel Tower
On the night of your life
Or a fight with your wife
For a dollar or five
Jimmy Fallon
You just had to
I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag
—well, they used to be plastic.
I cut the card into pieces
The card into pieces
The car was on fire
And I was inside it
I cut the card into pieces
The cars in the lot
Are the carsa you're dealt with.
Death is just another
Part of it
Ha
five guys
One banana
Persona
Fuck I gotta be all of em?!
All of em
All of em!!!
Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for
A number
God, bless ‘em,
Eating burgers on the subway
I hope nothing is airborne
I once watched someone defecate
Then fall straight to sleep in it.
Or, maybe he's awake.
Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind
It gets violent sometimes
That's a lot of blood.
(Yes it was)
I think somebody died here.
And the time keeps changing
Like it's daylight savings
Sometimes just by a minute
Like it always did
Other times,
It's astonishing
It went back a whole hour
Forgot it was December;
And that's when I realized
Neither did I this year.
Fall back
Or spring forward at all
I was between them, rather
Either side of the platform
I never minded
I'm just a rider
A writer sometimes,
Almost never a woman
almost//always
always//almost
Famous
But I alike almost always better these days
Because I'm definitely
Going to regret making all these wishes
Might fuck around and get what I asked for
My prayers , well, they always get answered
I haven't been on my knees in awhile,
But of course,
I've been injured
That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna
That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé
That's what I get for wanting superstardom
You started it!
I did not!
That's what I get for
sorry!
(A new one)
Gotta love synesthesia.
c o l o r s
I just had two big ass burgers
Come plate with the fries
And the shake
Like I like
And I liked it
Gotta love all the bouroughs
Except the Bronx
The whole place is a brothel
*coughing obnoxiously*
Probably bronchitis
But why follow me
Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one?
Only false prophets
Psychics and martyrs
Philosophers,
Doctors,
Orders and Brotherhoods
Onto your calling;
Who spoke of your coming—
Who wrote in your honor
Not a son of God, or another
A mother, a daughter
So who got it wrong again?
I gotta go under.
Write me a song again
You want another
Of course
But I'm loveless
Impossible.
Love, love is all you are
Love, love is all you are
Love, love is all you are
Is
All you are
Is
All you are is—
Love
Is//it
It//is
Is//it
It//is
Time for another
Time
For another
Time
For another
Song
For another
Child
For another
Time
For another
Time
For another
Time
Is
One
Time
Is
Our
Heart
Is
One
Time
Is
One
Time
Is
One
Love
Is
One
I
Wrote this on the train
Getting by on life
Getting high on music
Wondering if I should just
End it all
Or
Figure out
How to put the
Song inside these
Words
Talk is cheap
But I haven't said a
Word
I just let the
World
Go on around me
Even though it plagues me,
Sitting on trains
With the coughers
And shaking legs people
I could pop a pill or a hundred
Just trying not to feel
Like I want the whole world around me
To stop and shut up
Just so
I can have some
Peace
But
It's New York City
The world is ending
It must be
The drones on their phones
Others fly on their own
And
The words of the prophets are
Written quite loudly
On subway walls
And in
Hallmark cards
Sometimes
Google documents
Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker
I really need money
But I'm made of music and
Something else, probably valuable
If I could just wrap my head around it
My head around it
Why don't you just jump in?!
You know I don't like the cold
Well, it all sets in at once
That you're getting old
And nobody told you
You'll never be young and pretty
The whole damn life
Not one second as the engenue
Your mamma put the devil in you
And just kept feeding it fire
I like flaming hot Cheetos
With Philadelphia cream cheese
And pickles
And that's when I thought of it;
Deep fried pickles—
The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos
And Doritos
With cream cheese filling
The secret ingredient is cinnamon
I'm a vegan.
Of course you are.
What the fuck.
Idk really, I'm off in one stop
And
Stuffed crust sounds awesome.
Stuff it with what?!
Cheese and pasta.
What.
In the crust.
ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm
Another crime scene
On Sutphin archer
Where's the body
Where's the body
Just like clockwork
A glob of cops stopped
Here's comes the claw, sir
I have a flaw
In my honesty
I should change that around a bit
See where it gets us
Where's the body
Where's the body
Another crime scene
On Sutphin archer
You're not from around here, are ya
Spoke the troll under the bridge
Spewing his smoke from his nostrils
I clobbered all your apostles!
I know the devil when I see him
Where's the body
Where's the body
Another crime scene on Sutphin archer
I bought a home
On nothing but poetry
I'll show you the deed
If you show me your penis
Where's the body
Where's the body
Where's the body
Where's the body
Where's the body
Where's the body
Another crime scene on Sutphin archer
The bus was rerouted
The nights getting colder
The worlds out of order
It must be important to suffer
Or else I'd be
Someone whose never heard of this part of New York
Its fucking disgusting.
(Where's the body)
Where's the body
Where's the body)
[fade to black]
It's almost 11:30
I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout
They were out of water
Like the world is gonna
Be if we don't get smarter
So much poverty—
And no laws on the bodies that spawn us
But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar
From someone's daughter
And watch her on tik tok
Screenshot
Another year backwards
Just before I got here
What were you saying?
GODDAMMIT JEFF
GUESS I'll see you afterward
Oncoming apocalypse
I might just be here till close
A wolf, I blow the whole house down
I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up
Just to remind to not come down
I wake up at the sun down
from like 5, not just one town.
I like snap backs as my crown
Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one
ROLLOUT
THANKS NUMBER 5
Don't forget to collect the doubles
Just past halftime
Can't nobody score on me
I'ma move in one ‘em
Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em
You don't one me
You don't wanna know
Why I don't get lonely
Go to sleep on only
When I'm post workout
Show me something
Show me something in
I wanna meet your producer
You beautiful honey
But his bass is ruthless
My old man a loser
I call him useless
I only use him for two things
The first one was training my toothless
Truth is,
Simpletons get ditched for
Singletons
More on that later
That is a good story
Lol
LIL BIIIIITX
this is something I don't understand
My latest roommate
Fuck this bitch
But honestly?
It's been baffling my mind.
This bitch.
Fuck this bitch.
But the thing is—
It really does blow my mind
Every single time she uses the toilet
Every single fucking time.
Like every time..
no matter how clean it is.
No matter how much BLEACH I use.
This nasty bitch—
Fuck this bitch—
Because every time she uses the toilet
Every single time
It smells like a goddamn public restroom
Not just a public restroom
A GODDAMN public restroom.
Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED.
This bitch bitch pussy
Fuck this bitch
I don't even say bless you when she sneezes
She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway.
The bitch is like a walking fucking disease.
*coughs*
*snorts*
When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes.
And that's deep.
Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train.
Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train.
But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person
But not with this bitch.
Fuck this bitch.
When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God
“Bless me, please!”
Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her.
Fuck this bitch.
Her vibe is NASTY.
Her demon is big and gross,
She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous.
I'm like “gross”
But the grossest thing about her
Is her pussy.
Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet
And then I go to use it
It srmells like a public restroom.
WHAT,
I'm not kidding.
It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy
It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world—
No,
It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all!
It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.
It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned
I'm JUST ONE USE.
I'm like
“This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because
HOW do you DO this.
It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.
JUST ONE USE,
And not just like a regular public restroom.
Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN
FOR HEALTH REASONS —
Six years ago.
But people still come back—
Just to use this restroom.
That's what it smells like.
I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you.
What or WHO.
This bitch.
Fuck this bitch.
I'm like—
Fuck it all.
Fuck the RULES.
I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy
Lives in your pussy.
You fucking gross ass—fucking lady.
Fuck this bitch.
I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually;
So. Of course I found out.
But I found out the hard way.
One day she calls out of work
Leaves very beifly,
Comes back—
Then sleeps for like 16 hours.
I'm like
“Oh, I know this one”
That's not a demon that's—
That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you,
That's the devil.
I feel a lot better now.
Cause now I know—
She can't hurt me.
Cause Satan ain't shit.
But yo.
That Pusey is a whole other scenario.
So now that I know it's no big deal
It's just-you know—like—the devil
—bitch ass devil—
Pusssy stinkin ass bitch—
Fuck that bitch
I'm already like, a whole ass psycho.
What I did—
Is I just—
Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve.
*shrugs*
That should do the trick.
Imm pretty sure she's an undercover
Yeah, probably that.
These guys are getting pretty good
I wonder what they want
Idk
I stopped caring.
Stitches
Shawn Mendez
So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical
But she said she likes the heat.
And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture—
So I guess we're even.
She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room
And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself.
It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around.
It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls—
Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself—
Well, the way I figure—
Either way, it's the devil.
Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity—
But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity,
I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals
My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale—
Good and bad are often just constructs.
So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral—
Is bad?
And what's to say what's good,
In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up?
I can't say.
But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device—
And whatever it is,
Is also me.
So I am.
Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was
15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame
I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame
I just want to me famous enough
That my crazy makes sense
(Hey, Kanye)
I just want to play with The Mayor
I only saved the place
So I could DJ there
Maybe one day
Right now,
I hate my roommate
(Cause that's Satan)
He finds his way in by
Making your plate out of
(That's not nutrition)
And packs of Newport at
$22.00 a carton
That guy might have a hard on for me
Cause I got my heart on the windowsill
Imm at 20 yards now,
About to make a pass on the cardinals.
I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think—
And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but
Jesus is in his way back for us,
Thangk God, cause
I kinda missed my big brother
(Or little one)
Twins, you know
As if it matters who came first,
When once,
We shared a home,
(A womb, or, a mother)
The both of us
My 15 minutes is almost up,
But here it comes again
And then again,
I'm in it
(Cause it's infinite.)
It's 10:50/51
I guess I turned that curse around, huh
All of my roommates have been spies,
It seems like
What do you think they want
Probably just—collecting information about me
For what.
In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me
Why might that be?
Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me.
I see.
It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually:
And why might that be?
Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway.
That's not certain.
Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen.
I exacerbated the situation;
Eggagerated the circumstances
Circumvential quantum physics
Consequential severance packages
Actual reality actually
(Whatever that is)
Whatever happens naturally
Or habitually, intrinsically
Environmental enemy,
Anerobic catastrophe
Everlasting elastic
Classic satellite image
Interesting,
Interateller
All the strawberries were the sweetest,
He said
Hello Felica, Hello Felicia
The black berries are in season
Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia
The blueberries were all on top
What a set of headlights
On that Honda
Hello, Felicia
I'm glad to meet ya
__
Never leave the house with an unmade bed
Cause God knows I gotta lay in it
I'll rest when i'm dead,
That's what they all said, but
The dead never rest
The dead never rest
Reset, reset
I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds
I need more invitations
To fill up the guestlist
I been seein them hoes
Speaking in code
X's and O's
Oh Lord,
All I want is a home
And to be left alone
Unless you know my motion
You know
The door was just closed
But i'm leaving it open
If you need a lover,
Try getting below me
–It's way below zero where i'm from
No, no, no
This can't be Utah.
Nobody's blonde enough
Where's the officers
Aren't I under arrest for just showing up
I'll see you at the Saltair
YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.
I'm sorry, I just–
NO.
What happened?
TAKE IT BACK!!
I'm sorry! Please don't fire me.
What happened?
I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might
*throws things*
I'll be right back.
Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon.
DEMON
(or, even, arguably Satan)
WOAH.
Okay.
:||pause.
OKay what.
When did Supacree become a demon slayer.
SUPACREE (V.O.)
Oh, right around this moment…
FLASHBACK
DIE–DIE–DIE!!!
SUPACREE V.O.
Or this one–
HOE ASS BITCH
(Or, possibly also Satan)
You are the weakest link.
Oh yeah, huh.
Fuck that bitch.
SUPACREE
Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say
SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff.
SIMBA
NOOOOOO–
Yeah, it was something like that but–
SUPACREE (V.O.)
More like this.
*FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH*
Oh, wow, yeah, that.
That was awesome.
SUPACREE (V.O.)
No, it wasn't. But–
That.
[Ū.]
SUPACREE (V.O.)
–is not SUPACREE.
Oh, it's not?
Oh, the hair.
Yeah, but it's still.
SUPACREE (V.O.)
No, it's not.
Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall?
All I really do is sit here and hit this bong.
Ya i'm high af.
I'm fukked upppp.
Uhh… Hello.
What up.
…who are you exactly?
I'm yur friend.
No you're not.
Yes i m.
Who are you
HOw did you get in here.
I've always been here.
What.
No.
Hey pass da bong.
Tnks.
*hits bong*
*shrugs*
Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off
I should polish the silver through the fourth wall
Give me shivers and all of that,
OR better yet just give me Skrillex
And i'll forget all of it.
YOu know.
i got a friend you would like.
I've had my eye on you for a very long time.
Oh yeah, which eye?
I bought a baby off craigslist–
Well, not craigslist,
But it might as well have been;
A personal ad was posted.
Here's everything you want to know
How the lonely stoner walks alone at night
Or whatever kidd cudi said
Now he's dead
So I put him on the list for my event
You can't even think to get in
If you didn't
RIP
The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed
I never rest
As I said,
I am Legend;
One live ends,
One begins, but
Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something
I burn money
But not for nothing
Gotta believe something
–A conspiracy theory.
This is only five pages.
Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5.
Where is deadmau5, anyway.
GET IN THE CORNER.
OK OK–OR–
GET IN THE CORNER.
Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think.
Aw, how come?
[COMPLICATIONS, IRL]
BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS.
Yeah, I don't know.
Before:
CHAK CHEL
Hm.
What. What's wrong.
CHAK CHEL
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Do you know him or something.
CHAK CHEL
….
OH, COME ON.
CHAK CHEL
WHAT.
FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS?
I KNOW EVERYBODY.
OAGH.
EVERY. BODY.
OH,
Oh, I get it–take the night off.
ILLUMINATI
This kind of therapy can be hard.
…this is psychological terrorism.
ILLUMINATI
We like to call it –
[Flashback]
*More unadulterated chaos*
And sometimes, even warfare.
ILLUMINATI
You're a delightful strategist.
I'm a psychopath.
(V.O.)
The technical term is.
Ū.
I'm a trained assassin.
Oh, it's Ū.
It's Ū again.
SUPACREE (V.O.)
Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos,
WHITE AMERICA
We call that multiple personalities.
–Or schizophrenia.
SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST
SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA.
Ya'll are racist.
Racist af.
IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression”
“Or ADD”
OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall.
Yeah. everyone not BLACK.
I'm BLACK.
i'M BLACK.
Literally everyone:
…
That's enough politics.
I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick,
Skip this one, really,
It's stars and stripes forever
and scars and knives
and livelihoods
Tiger's eyes and bears
Oh my
I might need a private file
Never “pedophile”
But everyone has rights to admire what he likes
As long as he's white enough.
Or light skinned,
I'll end this one
Exactly how it started
I'm still holding a fart in,
a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist,
Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to.
Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics.
I tried to take the night off
But –
oh what the fuck. Of all the time
He got her roses,
But she cut herself on the thorns
I picked up one Calla Lilly
And it meant everything in the world to me
What if everything in life was just meant to be
A memory
Before it could ever be happy?
I've got a faulty soul;
It's best you'd just stay away from me,
All of yous.
Better off falling in love with someone
So far off
I could never be close enough.
I rise and I fall with the sun,
I'm anonymous.
Flamingo, and Owl
A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar
Where
An alligator and octopus
Are serving up
Adios Motherfuckers;
They all have guns–
I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic
(whatever the word is)
Imagine the animals,
Acting as humans
“Pull The Plug”
Like it's some dirty bath water
I wanted out of this body
I don't know how you got here, but just
Throw back a beer
And remember the plan
I'll never be happy
With all that brain damage.
So just do it.
I can't.
Pull the plug, Sonny.
I can't; you're my biggest fan.
That moment has quite literally passed.
Out, like a lamp.
After all that.
I exacerbated the situation;
Eggagerated the circumstances
Circumvential quantum physics
Consequential severance packages
Actual reality actually
(Whatever that is)
Whatever happens naturally
Or habitually, intrinsically
Environmental enemy,
Anerobic catastrophe
Everlasting elastic
Classic satellite image
Interesting,
Interateller
Don't bother me at the office
Pick a coffin
Put you in a sarcophagus
If you're coughing
Damn it comes slowly.
Formerly,
Yours only,
—And that's when it hit me.
Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer.
I'm irritated, not stoned.
I'm irritated.
I'm stoned and irritated.
Do you think it'll work?
It has to!
Fuck, what was I just doing.
Before:
Fuck. I got no desk.
Desk.
Nice. Thanks.
…need a chair.
I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST.
I want to eat dinner.
Eat dinner. See what happens.
Ugh.
I have to leave the house first.
I need a
Chair.
Nice. Thanks.
Sleepin on da floor.
Unh.
Sleepin on da floor
(Da floor)
Sleepin on the floor
Oh, that's how it goes
I'm on the cellar floor.
I'm on the cellar floor—
When the girl next door
Is the girl next door
And the man down stairs
Opens up your door
What was that all for?
Now I'm on all fours:
I WANT A DIVORCE.
Look, listen, Linda:
I'm going to be forward with you.
—I already told you—
Listen, Linda—listen—okay?
A took a plane to the face
A plate to the palace
Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice
A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it,
But of wonderland,
The hatter dances
Madly, grand as ever
Her entrance,
The lost wanderer,
Or wonder, the shoveler of holes
Just getting deeper,
Think of time to keep as secrets,
Laugh, but don't believe in magic
Keep them as your dreams,
Please, dear
Seconds turn to hours
Into years here
I don't have much time
(A writing assignment)
—and I'm always online
What you need,
What you want?
Hit my line
Just be careful
Cause money is time
Turn water to whine
Now stands a story to be told
No whining, no crying
I am forever years old.
Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater.
Keep coughing.
Keep quiet.
I'm keep talking.
Keep texting
And I'll keep blocking
Keep cheating
And I'll keep walking
Then a walk turns to a jog
Trolls under bridges
Turn a princess into frog
I'm not high, my mind's foggy.
No wifi, I'm offline again
Turned off at the wrong time again
Ten Pennie's for dime again
A penny for your thoughts.
I thought I was gonna die on the way here.
I died more than 30 times in 30 years,
Now I'm here like:
What the fuck is this?
I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time,
In an old place like this
(It too much)
And my soul's still spinning;
I swear I've never been here—
Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension
When it's not funny anymore
What you want me to buy?
A subscription?
A monthply box?
A smart car?
Smart water?
A prescription?
An automatic rifle?
Ammunition?
With your permission,
It becomes possible
One nation under
Okay, I gotta go
I told you I don't have much time
My body runs on automatic
So if I was there
I had to be
Here's a room full of people I swear I know
But never met before
I bet w're all dead here
Nothing but bodies and floating heads here
Fuck it, I quit man!
That's what the drummer said.
What the money say when they cut his tail?
MONKEY
to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money”
Well played.
Everybody in the sauna is a God.
I told you I gotta—
I got a pickup at Whole Foods market,
I better get on the next train to nowhere
I feel like the whole world is falling
Like the sky was
Don't bother calling!
I lost all my numbers
I spent it on nonsense
And plausible
Stop it.
What.
All my payments are overdue
The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid
I would play the game if it wasn't so played
If I knew your name I would say your name
Do you thing.
She's a blonde, blue eyes
No thighs, 5 feet
She's evil, but you can't see that
Your penis is bad at thinking
But she looks good on paper;
Graduated, just for participation
Tests ungraded, but she always aced them
I have a full hand, four aces
She had braces, and a retainer
Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up.
Fuck, what was I saying.
Great, the girl next door is racist.
Lil biiiiitzzz.
Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling.
I'm like, useless.
There's nothing in my house
But ME
That's the bonus, I guess
Suprise:
State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater.
What's that.
Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough.
Why.
One: because it's true.
And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place.
Well, actually I did.
But they were racist too.
How do you know they were racist.
They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Anyway.
And two:
Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it.
How do you know?
Why do you keep asking me this.
How do you know he out a curse on you.
Ugh.first of all. He told me.
Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater?
Yes.
Then why would you believe him?
Because, he said:
FAT WIFEBEATER
You know, I control demons.
why does he have to be “fat wifebeater”
Cause he's fat.
Can't he just be “wifebeater”
No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway?
It's political correctness.
It's blatent censorship—
It's not “censoring”—
It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear!
Ugh.
lol Jewish screenplay editor?
Jews on everything.
Lil bitz
You know what.
I love Jews.
That's not even a joke.
I just do.
No explanation whatsoever, just —
Every Jew gets a pass.
Jews with yamicas?
Bonus.
Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies?
Double points.
You're almost Amish—
And I like the Amish.
I do.
But I love Jews.
Man, I'm not even mad
I just wanna sit down with a cold beer
And a bong in my lap
But my dad's an alcoholic
And my mom has habits
Yeah, my moms an alcoholic
And my dad has class
Here's a flask
I guess I ran out of answers,
Of what I would give the man who has everything
I said it was a watch,
Then assumed that he had one
Thought it was a rock
Then I dropped it
Look, another alter
Look, another model in a halter top
You're not just a body, if you have a nice body
To him you're a God,
And he'll never even want me
Unless he's lonely
It's probably for the better
I don't feel like this in public
The controlled demolition
Of an iconic relic
Surely, something must give
Surely, something just to
Get this bed out of my studio
Get this dude out of my head!
I told you, I'm not into—
Every time I like it,
It's the same.
Young Johnny Depp?!
What?! Young who?!
The Young Johnny Depp is Hot.
You're Johnny Depp!
Very hot.
I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson!
(Left) this is wrong.
This is so wrong,
Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button.
I dunno. Google keeps moving things around.
GOOGLE:
DO YOU MEAN:
Woah. Google's getting good at this
Salt & Stones
—and blood and bones
And ones and twos
And twos and ones
And ones and twos and
Ones and twos
And
Ones and twos
And
One and twos and
Ones
The things that I don't
Are the same as the things that I want
And ones and
Two of you ought to be
Better than one
If the other should faulter
The other one jumps in
And
Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday?
It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually.
I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically.
‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal.
And it was. Infinite.
There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual.
NY is on crack
I'm not André 3K
—But I might be on my way!
Ain't got time for none of these games
I'm already famous
Ya'll just lames
Late to the Macy's Day Parade
I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral
Tryna get equal
Evil people
Dangerous:
Evil knevial
||
—get it?
audiofish.
Every since badman at badfish
Backlash Hollywood Blacklist
Backwash gargle—
grant wish, fairy
Tryna get paid!
Makes since?
Get brain twisted
Braids not twists
I'm tryna get laid
So sick of the tik tok insta
Do it for the gram
These kids is lame
No time for the games
I'm already famous
Take pics, fakeness
Lame
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
—loudy
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Everyday we get rowdy
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Straight from the underground
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Straigh from the
Under(LoudyGround
Stack bandz
Straight from the blacklands
Brooklyn, Flatbush
None of them come for us
Countin up cash
Shoot first, think last
Smoke plus dust
Sun comin up
Cover us
(Loudy)
Loudy.
Loudy
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NY is on crack
I'm not André 3K
—But I might be on my way!
Ain't got time for none of these games
I'm already famous
Ya'll just lames
Late to the Macy's Day Parade
I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral
Tryna get equal
Evil people
Dangerous:
Evil knevial
||
—get it?
audiofish.
Every since badman at badfish
Backlash Hollywood Blacklist
Backwash gargle—
grant wish, fairy
Tryna get paid!
Makes since?
Get brain twisted
Braids not twists
I'm tryna get laid
So sick of the tik tok insta
Do it for the gram
These kids is lame
No time for the games
I'm already famous
Take pics, fakeness
Lame
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
—loudy
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Everyday we get rowdy
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Straight from the underground
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Straigh from the
Under(LoudyGround
Stack bandz
Straight from the blacklands
Brooklyn, Flatbush
None of them come for us
Countin up cash
Shoot first, think last
Smoke plus dust
Sun comin up
Cover us
(Loudy)
Loudy.
Loudy
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