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    WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHRISTMAS?!

    BEcause, you're in a movie.

    WHAT.

    You're stuck in a Hollywood movie.

    The Master Sorcerer

    Of the Grand Illusion

    You just want it so bad

    You don't know what you're in for

    Inquenchable Thirst for knowledge

    Insatiable Sexual Appetite

    9 min
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  • KOMBAT.

    [Lawsuit ]

    Slit your wrists, or keep sleeping in

    What's the difference?

    fat and lazy asshole

    Should have done what your mommy asked

    Before your pappy slapped her

    And she took a rifle to her head right after

    I'd call you a bastard,

    But you're up your dad's asshole

    And take after him:

    A wife beater

    [Lawsuit]

    Totinos pizza eating demon-needer

    Only go home to watch game of thrones

    Cause you like [lawsuit]

    Teeny weenie teens and tots

    A cradle robber, gnawing on ring pops

    But now you're out of options

    Cause you lost me,

    and I'm not God,

    But promise,

    She's watching me,

    And watching TV with your moms

    In her arms is phoenixx,

    And the price is right is on

    You don't believe me,

    I like these demons,

    They bow to me, now

    “CHURCH OF SATAN!”

    (Wooooooo!)

    Time heals all wounds,

    But not scars

    When I see stars,

    I shoot ‘em

    Time heals all wounds

    But not scars

    So when I see stars,

    I shoot em

    God gave me rainbows

    It was a hell of a rain tho

    MAYbe one day I'll make gold

    But right now I'm at cohens on 34th in Manhattan with my camera fascinated

    We commemorated the bravery and lost angles of New Yorks bravest

    Just trying get some change for laundry

    Selling my MPC across from AMC

    What the fuck ever an athiest is,

    Is crazy as shit

    Cause today, I was late —

    And hating myself for it

    But leaving the store at the perfect moment

    To see

    Magic is real

    A double rainbow over Manhattan

    Hugging a building I really wanted to throw myself off of

    It's awful, but i'm broke, homeless and have no love

    Oh my hoodness

    I kicked a chicken enchilada from pret

    In a split decision picked it up

    Thinkin it was a present

    But presently, I been pleasantly plump

    And in a second I can show you

    How I pump it up

    Like Skrillex's girlfriend did to her lips

    Mu got two shields ok

    Three if you count my har

    My glasses and my pants

    Make me unattractive to Manhattan men

    Meow

    Four if you count my black skin

    5 if you count my OWSLA tattoo

    That's true

    I don't know what that has to do with it

    Age ain't nothing but a number

    And fuck ain't nothing but a cuss word

    And love ain't nothing but a cover

    For us doing

    Whatever we want

    And whatever we want

    Oh shit

    A hose on the sidewalk

    Between two traffic cones

    Reminds me we live in different worlds

    And in mine you're an idol

    And I'm suicidal just trying to decide

    If I should

    Wash my clothes

    Or shop at Whole Foods

    So I don't die of

    Microwave typhoid

    Just—

    Go with it.

    I wrote some, not tragedies.

    FLASH FLOOD WARNING:

    LOW LYING AREAS

    Manhattan,

    You low lying bastard

    You said you liked me

    So I would blow you

    Now I'm in a chokehold,

    Bold move

    It's so over

    Poke me a blow hole

    My echolocations suffocating me:

    Locations on so I don't get lost

    But still walking into crosswalks

    When busses are coming

    What's the point of living at all

    If I can't have a body

    And it's a long walk down the block

    To get my clothes washed

    At the laundromat

    That I can't afford

    Huh

    Am I wrong for wanting a home

    If I'm willing to work for it

    At lowes or home depo

    Where my boss Jose don't have a green card

    But his forefathers worked harder

    To cross over the border in flocks

    And send American dollars home

    And bought farms,

    And birthed beautiful daughters

    In our country

    With long hair

    Not corn rows

    Cause black is ugly

    If you're not beyoncè

    And there's only one lizzo

    That I know or

    Does that pic the picture correctly

    So have you moved out of the friend zone

    Not yet

    “Not yet” lol

    I'm working on it.

    The only way to move out of the friend zone

    Without losing it all

    Is to make your way to the best friend zone

    And make your love

    Before it gets old

    Cold, and lonely

    And you're the only one she talks to

    When her man won't

    Don't jump so high

    You can't come down

    I'm FBI

    You're just a sad clown

    Karmas comin around to bite your ass now

    But not mine

    White skin, blue eyes—

    Wow

    I should be jealous if that was the message

    But I'm proud

    The world's a stage,

    So lose your mind,

    It's lights out

    [when the lights to out I lose my]

    Psyche/

    Nah,

    I'm a paycho

    I'm over it

    Like cheese is to nachos—

    I'm not-yo's!



    Woah.

    Finally.

    How long did that take

    Try to medicate me for bui-polar

    And life's over

    I'm out of my mind

    And out of time, which I control

    I told ya

    Why do white girls always want you to bow to em

    It's fucked up

    That's what blue eyes do

    Suck the life out you

    Like a vampire and succubbus fucked —

    9 Republican for 5 bucks on pornhub

    The white supremacists run

    Where I'm from

    (But you're wife's dumb)

    Just how you like em

    To keep your machismo

    Ego nice and fluffed

    Whoops

    Times up

    Back to workin on my butt

    so someone can love me

    CUT

    What. What now.

    Just. So do it over.

    For what. That was perfect.

    It wasnt.

    It was.

    No, it wasn't.

    Keep rolling

    No cut

    Keep rolling

    I already stopped

    FUCK

    ITS BEEN A LONG NIGHT , DOUG

    WHAT. Who is this.

    I WANNA GO HOME.

    Honey,

    I'm broken

    Don't love me

    Really

    I'm just in it for the music

    Everybody wants something

    I want love

    But it's not for me

    It's for her

    I'm a performer

    Playing the love game

    But I chose fame

    Either way, it goes up in flames

    I'm sad

    I got tears in my eyes

    It's the music my my heart

    Wellin up from my

    Hunger

    An

    Empty stomach

    Next up: Whole Foods market

    What happened

    It cut off.

    What.

    Alright, I got 19 stops to talk to God

    Is that the Empire State Building

    Or is that the rock

    It's impossible not to

    Stop

    And wonder what the world wants from me—

    Gangatalkera cough as I walk the crosswalk

    I'm stuck on the cross in Catholicism

    For all time

    Awesome, isn't it?

    *coughs*

    Okay, Satan

    Stop chasin me



    First Time

    Becca Mancari

    (Same key as bridged by a light wave, by the way)

    It's been a long day,

    I forgot water, but luckily

    Stalked up,

    I can't turn it off, huh?

    Probably not

    a lot of plausible options



    I got 19 minutes

    To catch this bus

    From sutphin//archer

    I'm lost to all of it

    Don't talk to God much

    When it's after dark

    But I've got others callin —

    Long time since I called my mom

    (No contact order)

    You're botherin' me sir—

    Of course I'm waiting on the 40!!!

    My works never done or over

    I'm Immortal, Morty

    I came out a portal this morning

    Worrying about an apartment

    Another super God Complex

    These bars oughtta hit in a New York

    Accent only,

    Depending on the borough though

    Make euros and doors open

    Opportunity knockin but my earplugs stuffed in

    Stop talkin!

    I'm starving, just wanting

    A lover or

    Mormon to storm in;

    Inform me my callin

    I'm all in, yo

    I'm bored here

    Brother!

    Yeah.

    Don't do this often

    But it's poppin off, the cops are stopping

    With barkin dogs

    Got my hands up,

    But I'm lucky, they don't want me

    Got some coffee in my pocket from

    Robbin the market,

    But you called it, ya'll

    I'm Robin Hood

    But feeling good,

    I'm out the hood for once—

    From dawn to dusk,

    Don't look at me funny

    I don't do drugs

    I just want money

    I'm out of fucks

    But someone's got a lot of em

    I bough a plot a land and put

    McDonald's on it

    Gods talking over my recording,

    My multi sensory disorders forming

    Annoyances and disorganization of words,

    It's horrible, but I'm sure it's all for something

    Here it comes

    I'm pulling off again

    Lost in a borough that's suffering economically

    Capitol if Karma, I call it

    All the parked cars are fucked up

    Like I was from my ex husband

    Right—

    That's where I started:

    The sucker punch that created a monster

    And left us all hungry

    And wondering

    What comes for lunch

    But I'm fasting

    11:11 at last, and

    My wish is for a salad, a hot shower

    Man, I'm just glad that I have them

    Cause there's been times I haven't and

    Can't live in the past, or go backwards

    But my last words if I have to have them

    Will probably be

    “Fuck the landlords, the dirty bastards

    Callin a bucket a half bathroom

    Mad that blacks have them at all

    Can't have equality for all

    Building a mall on the Grace of the fallen—

    A class act,

    But I'll remember that

    Stuff in a banana in my backpack

    I lack SNAP benefits,

    But immigrants got straight cash

    I paid my taxes

    So they can fuck like rabbits

    And throw trash on the ground

    Look around you: everything's brown

    And you're fighting to get out,

    But in a hour, you'll be in Manhattan

    Where mansions are 100 stories off the ground

    And this story's only glorified at all

    Cause Skrillex wrote it in a coma

    Then woke up —

    And all the songs you ever heard by em

    Were things I scribbled in my notebook,

    Ground em up into kibble and fed it to my dog,

    Who shit them out in my yard to feed the mushriooms you were chomping on

    When you discovered my podcast,

    Wow,

    It is cosmic

    I get lost when

    I been literally been a starving artist

    For this long, so fuck it!

    Doesn't matter what happens after

    The homeless shelter

    I was born in hell

    And guess what!

    I'm still here—

    I'll be in Heaven in a minute-

    I split dimensions in seconds

    Spinning into relevant sections of undiscovered realms of conciousness

    Just to write this shit

    Like I promised to Jesus, God, and the rest of the stars of my novel, before I got here

    But I'm not here

    I just fell into a coma

    I'll wake up in the wrong year

    Asking for a beer,

    Here on the 4th floor

    It's important you know

    What I'm dying for

    Ugh

    Not my bus

    Not my husband

    Not my Fuchs to give

    Not my lesson to stress on

    If you're wondering what's bugging me

    I don't know

    I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning

    Horny as fuck and hungry

    But cutting myself off

    From the only thing I love besides my son

    (It's sugar)

    Used to love music then got confused at how to do

    iits been way more than 19 minutes, by the way

    But i-d-k

    At least the rain went away??

    —that's a stretch.

    What, it rhymes.

    It all kind of rhymes.

    Grimes.

    What.

    Nothin. I just wanna see your baby grown up.

    Lucky, you have a cool mom

    Mine's a God, but

    Younger

    I made her up to make me tougher

    But funny enough

    I'm still soft

    Like bread and butter

    Two things I don't eat anymore—

    Cause body dysmorphia

    A gift she gave me

    As a baby

    But maybe

    What made me a fine writer

    And when the tones right

    I'll get the limelight

    It's going to be a fine day

    When I hug my son again

    “It's going to be a fine night”

    When I find Sonny / sunni

    Pause

    That's my bus

    I better get on it

    Fuck

    Was it the rock all lit up

    In my favorite color ?

    It's been a long day

    But tomorrows longer

    Try to get up to get my stuff in order

    Nothings worth this sort of blood and gore

    I'm 2 in 3

    Don't need four to even the score

    I'm getting poorer by the minute

    To my horror

    Money shorter than nails : stubs

    Turning a storm into maelstroms

    Stuff in my stomach with kale, yum

    I'm just trying to be your one and only

    But upon 30 learned that for males

    There's only never one

    So I been sticking up on the archetypes of an ideal husband father and lover

    The cosmic architect they call me

    I'm callin all the gods of love to want me

    So I can love before I'm 40

    Give a man a family

    That was the plan after all

    Till disaster struck

    I call him star—

    Get it

    Star struck me so hard

    I saw stars

    Then thought I was one—

    But it turns out I'm the sun

    And when ours grows up

    I'll make sure he understands

    Why his mother's fucked up

    Or if I'm gone,

    He can listen to this song

    One More Time

    Ok , I'm done

    No you're not…

    …UGH.

    HEY, ARNOLD.

    WHAT.

    GET OVER HERE!

    Fuck, this job sucks.

    The education at PSwhatever

    Was not top notch.

    ORDER UP.

    At all.

    Alright, this goes to Long Island.

    LONG ISLAND.

    Yeah.

    Can we talk about that gas storms?

    No.

    And this one's going to far Rockaway

    FAR RICKAWAY?!

    Lol

    Okay, how to write this

    Did I stutter!





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    lululu. (Instrumental)

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    7 min
  • POST-IT.

    I _ NY

    I love New York

    I Am New York
    I Hate New York
    I Live New York

    I [HEART] NEW YORK

    EW YORK lol

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    Breakfast at tiffany's 47:00 - Almost Famous 1:00 I need a friend”

    Industry of Cool

    Why, He's so pretty, I could cry

    –and I don't know why

    But I like his eyes, maybe

    His hair is nice,

    And he's got that light–

    s–wagger,

    Jetlag, perhaps, er

    I didn't know i was watching scary movie

    ALRIGHT, WHERE'S JIMMY FALLOn

    That was an accident

    There are no accidents

    There are no coincidences

    ALRIGHT, WAKE UP.

    Why am I at your mother's house.

    -beat-

    How do you know what my mother's house looks like

    -beat-

    I know what everything looks like.

    NOw he's up.

    Great, we're rolling.

    We're on.

    We're on in 10.

    Great

    Goddamit, I told you to get your shit together.

    My shit has never been less “together”

    Heh.

    You're wrong.

    Hey, get off me–there he is

    Uh-oh, here she is.

    HEY.

    Fuck.

    HEY, FUCK YOU DILLON FRANCIS.

    fuck .

    FUCK YOU–AND WHOEVER THAT IS.

    That's my mother.

    WELL, FUCK YOU AND YOUR MOTHER.

    What is your life like?

    Tell me a story

    I've always adored you,

    But now I just worry…

    I'm learning too much

    And i'm leaning too hard

    In the wrong way

    And i'm up too late

    But got nothin to do in the morning

    Anyway

    I never thought'd it be over;

    In fact, it's just started

    I'm also almost

    Almost Always//Always Amost

    Almost famous



    I might have killed myself that day if it weren't for jimmy fallon.

    Just admit it you're a fan

    I'm not a fan.

    Or I might have tried.

    You look ridiculous.

    I wanna die.

    I put the whole world in your eyes;

    Don't you know it–

    And me, I've got the rest in mine

    (All the time)

    –Oh,the unknown.

    These two,

    They are as one

    Don't you know,

    Don't you know it?

    I don't want none of it at all,

    Not at all now

    I gotta go home

    Suddenly, everything I'd watch became a writing assignment…

    Everything i'd hear, another song to catch.

    Everything I listened to was music.

    Even if it wasn't yet.

    JENNIFER ANISTOn

    DOn't you dare cry, you look ridiculous enough in that sweater.

    It's the only clean shirt I have.

    That's impossible.

    Knox overstreet

    Fertilixing daffodils

    I wish i was a pretty little blonde

    So we could get along

    So we could run on

    And get coffee or something




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    -U.

    Wicked Game Chris Issac

    https://www.podserve.fm/dashboard/episode/110223#:~:text=I%27m%20lost%20somewhere,but%20invented%20it

    I'm not in love with you,

    You're just another muse

    FeliZ! Para Oscar

    el controladpra

    Oscar El Controladora

    I found you with only the highs in

    Like the tide when I tried to find you

    Or hide from you

    In hindsight

    I was right the whole time

    You're just like me



    So I finally found the picture,

    And just stare at it

    I never really know what else to do

    So I just stare at it

    I used to keep it in the background,

    As my wallpaper,

    But couldn't stand it

    I'm just a fanatic, i--

    I am

    Just a fanatic

    Damn

    I'm just a fanatic

    I never found my attic

    and

    My speaker set was stolen

    Just before one was about to blow

    (Before one was about to blow)

    I think I might go get my passport

    So I can just flee

    But I just don't know where to go

    (But I just don't know where to go)

    You probably hate me

    Or

    I hate me just enough for just the both of us

    I told you,

    I'm so sorry

    (I am sorry, I am sorry)

    You don't have to worry,

    I would never follow you;

    Online, or in the streets

    I'm just a fiend, I'm just an addict

    (Likeness is what you've attracted)



    So, there is no moving forward

    And there is no going back

    I want to go to Harvard

    But there is no going back

    And I used to think I had it,

    Turns out, I'm just "average"

    Got a job,

    But couldn't stand it, I

    I'm just a fanatic, i--

    I am

    Just a fanatic

    Damn

    I'm just a fanatic

    I woke up from a bad dream

    And your music was so calming

    But I didn't really listen

    I was really only waking

    I just wished that I could listen

    But I wish a lot of things

    I wish to make this song I'm writing

    And wish you'd approve of me

    I wish that I was really pretty

    So I didn't have to try

    I wish I was so pretty that I could just look you in the eye

    I wish that you would stop and peep my Twitter page while scrolling by

    I wish that maybe I was half as pretty as my pretty vibe

    I wish that anytime I did something, you loved it every time

    I wish that when I think about you, I don't always have to cry

    I wish the girl who took the photograph was right here by my side;

    So I could ask if she or God herself adjusted all the light

    I want to know if she or God herself adjusted all the light

    I want to know not wonder why you both are always on my mind

    I wish I knew if she or God herself found peace where I found mine

    A little birdie told me

    This morning

    He used to be

    Madly in love with me

    Madly in love

    In his last life—

    But died, in a bike ride

    And asked for a new life

    As an Angel

    Who takes flight,

    And lights up the sky

    With nice bright

    White light

    Alright, Goliath, Goodbye

    I'm still here,

    Stuck in my old name,

    Still here,

    Stuck in all the pain you gave me

    Jesus, Save me,

    Here's Goliath, David;

    See if you can be the savior—

    Every day I pray

    “Amen,”

    I hate men,

    I'm crazy,

    And I'm still here,

    Training to make weight

    Don't you know,

    You go nowhere without your trainer

    Hey!

    The flights delayed,

    You need a name?

    You need a savior, baby.

    Something's not okay

    Oh!

    Don't you know, that every day you wait

    You'll just be stuck inside your name

    You'll be here waiting, praying

    “Jesus save me, Amen”

    Jesus raves,

    And Jesus changed his name,

    Escaping from the prayers

    Don't hate the player, hate the game

    Don't hate the player, hate the game

    Don't hate the prayer, hate the players

    Everything's the same—

    Everything you gave me makes me angry—



    Hey,

    Wake up!



    Don't you know,

    You go nowhere without your trainer

    Hey!

    The flights delayed,

    You need a name?

    You need a savior, baby.

    Something's not okay

    Oh!

    Don't you know, that every day you wait

    You'll just be stuck inside your name

    You'll be here waiting, praying

    “Jesus save me, Amen”

    Jesus raves,

    And Jesus changed his name,

    Escaping from the prayers

    Hey,

    Wake up!

    I'm still here,

    Stuck in my old name,

    Still here,

    Stuck in all the pain you gave me

    Jesus, Save me.



    All it takes is courage

    “It never hurts to bleed”, she said

    She's right, though, isn't she?

    Children say the darndest things

    They're honest, at least

    I'll be honest, I need something

    I need to be happy

    My problem is money

    I don't even want any

    I'm just high quality

    Living in poverty

    I'm so sick of society

    I might as well die

    If I diet just right,

    Maybe someone will like me

    Maybe, he's being polite

    I wish I was lighter

    I I wish I was light skinned

    I bought a lighter,

    And later I burned it

    There's nothing wrong with me

    I don't like working, it doesn't work for me

    I can do service but give me some space to breathe

    Greedy people need me

    So they can be lazy

    Okay, then

    I'm so taken advantage of,

    By everyone

    I wonder what I must have done

    (I wonder what I must have done)

    I am so critically crucial, to be used

    That I'm used up,

    And used to it

    I hate this slavery shit

    I should just end it

    Cause everybody's down with it

    Nobody wants to speak up

    When I do I sound crazy;

    My fingers move a mile a minute,

    But I look lazy,

    Cause I have a hard time spending my days with Becky

    Who I have to respect, I guess

    Cause she gets a bigger paycheck

    Amen

    This is great.

    I woke up today, not naked,

    But in the pajamas I felt the most hot in

    I've lost it

    Get me off this planet

    Get me off

    Then get me off this

    Maybe fake eyelashes and lips will do the trick

    Another magic trick;

    Now I've just been passed to Dillon Francis;

    It's blaring through the walls of my apartment,

    But in the other end

    My studio is silent

    I'm just crying,

    Trying not to think about dying so violently

    But the thoughts and the feelings are so rapidly occurring

    I've finally been remembering the last time I was cursed into the worst thing I could ever wish:

    Nobody knows me

    Nobody loves me

    Nobody needs me

    Why wish these things?

    I'm not a happy ending:

    I'm the martyr in this story

    So just kill me.



    1. ST∆rT

      I'm tryna start a family,

      You're trying to start a War

      I'm tryna start a family,

      You're trying to start a War

      I'm tryna start a family,

      You're trying to start a War

      I'm tryna start a family,

      You're trying to start a War

      1. 0v3r.

        BPM: they don't really care about us.

        You look like a red light

        Standing in the friendzone, so

        Give me the spotlight

        I'll take over, t-over-over

        I want the limelight

        I'll show ya, s-show ya, show ya

        You can read a mind, right?

        Let's take the world over, d-

        Over over, d-over

        Over over, d-over

        Over over, d-over

        Take a pic,

        Move over, over

        Over over, d-over

        D-over, d-over-over

        D-over, d-over-over

        D-over, d-over-over



        They starting a race war

        They starting a race war

        They starting a race war

        I ain't for it

        They starting a race war

        They starting a race war

        They starting a race war

        Starting with Kayla Lauren

        Aww, aren't you adorable

        Open the door and then

        Close it up for her;

        This is your future

        This is dystopia

        You were not good enough

        You are not good enough

        She does it by the book, without a thought

        If God is awesome, she must have forgot something

        Huh

        They started us all on it

        Blondes against others

        The girl next door was the

        Was the one

        Was the one

        Was the one

        Was the one

        I wonder what ugly funny person comes

        In the

        Damn,

        I forgot how to spell

        denumire



        D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

        That means

        ———————— [flatline]

        1. ST∆rT

          I'm tryna start a family,

          You're trying to start a War

          I'm tryna start a family,

          You're trying to start a War

          I'm tryna start a family,

          You're trying to start a War

          I'm tryna start a family,

          You're trying to start a War

          1. 0v3r.

            BPM: they don't really care about us.

            You look like a red light

            Standing in the friendzone, so

            Give me the spotlight

            I'll take over, t-over-over

            I want the limelight

            I'll show ya, s-show ya, show ya

            You can read a mind, right?

            Let's take the world over, d-

            Over over, d-over

            Over over, d-over

            Over over, d-over

            Take a pic,

            Move over, over

            Over over, d-over

            D-over, d-over-over

            D-over, d-over-over

            D-over, d-over-over



            They starting a race war

            They starting a race war

            They starting a race war

            I ain't for it

            They starting a race war

            They starting a race war

            They starting a race war

            Starting with Kayla Lauren

            Aww, aren't you adorable

            Open the door and then

            Close it up for her;

            This is your future

            This is dystopia

            You were not good enough

            You are not good enough

            She does it by the book, without a thought

            If God is awesome, she must have forgot something

            Huh

            They started us all on it

            Blondes against others

            The girl next door was the

            Was the one

            Was the one

            Was the one

            Was the one

            I wonder what ugly funny person comes

            In the

            Damn,

            I forgot how to spell

            denumire



            D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

            That means

            ———————— [flatline]

            've been trapped in this tragedy;

            “What happened?!” I asked of the man,

            Who had to be tracking me,

            Damn.

            Cadences.

            It is that.

            Damn.

            What the fuck, Anandar

            Is in this acid?!

            This has to be the last of it

            “This can't happen again.”

            …But then it did,

            And then I ended it just listening to

            Dillon Francis?

            Skrillex?

            Which is it?

            I didn't plan this.

            I just happen to have hands,

            And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

            Spastic magic;

            Can't be tracked,

            But also can't relax,

            even in a hammock

            Now what happened?

            Well, enter the fourth dimension,

            (I didn't mention it.)

            Ohh look at this.

            (If I can)

            A camping festival!

            But some people live in tents

            Have a cigarette, kid—

            You're gonna need it.

            So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

            DYING OF THIRST?!

            JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

            what is wrong with you?!

            GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

            I don't know.

            I don't wanna go to Arizona.

            Please don't make me!

            Hello, Billie.

            DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

            just keep praying

            “She's breathtaking.”

            SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

            Goddamnit, Anandar;

            What in the fuck have you done now;

            I had plans, now I'm on acid

            I took half, cause

            What the fuck is a whole thing like

            Oh, just space and time

            I've been on this ride since I died

            Get it right

            Now I'm—

            fuck this guy.

            No, not him.

            Oh, I get it.

            It's this energy!

            LOOK AT THIS:

            did you see this nigga?

            DID YOU GET THIS—

            You should get this.

            Goddamn it.

            What. What do you want.

            What do you WANT FROM ME?

            ...Channeling….

            Jesus Christ, these kids.

            Well, you're a Christian.

            Never was, but—-

            WHAT IS THIS.

            Jesus Christ in a coffin.

            Don't do this.

            This is what you wanted.

            Well. Take it back.

            Take it back?

            Yeah. I don't want this.

            What is this.

            This is Jesus.

            No, it isn't.

            Okay! So it is!

            Are you gonna help these kids?

            Nobody help them.

            Now they're all stranded, together!!!

            AHAHAHAHAAH

            (Laughing infinitely

            RICK

            —yay, you did it.

            Wait. What's his name again?

            Watch this:

            I did this.

            How's you do this?

            I did THIS.

            MOM, WATCH THIS.

            JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

            GOD!

            What.

            Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

            Goodness fucking gracious.

            WHO WROTE THIS?

            well, aliens did;

            So then.

            Who wins?

            Nobody wins. It just—

            What is this.

            GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

            IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

            16 minutes? Yes. It is.

            That is incredible.

            You said you wouldn't get lost in it

            You said you wouldn't laugh!

            I wanted to.

            How'd you do this?

            I wanted to.

            FUCK THIS SHIT.

            FUCK THIS SHIT.

            —uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

            Oh, there's my—

            I told you, it's unlimited.

            I told you, don't be possessive

            I told you, worldly possessions—

            And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.

            Or needing one,

            So just be free, dear;

            Notthing holding me back, then is it?

            Is it?

            Well, if this is what you wanted—

            If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?

            Isn't it?

            The plot thickens!

            Or it doesn't.

            Or it didn't,

            I just keep scripting scriptures—

            …Didn't I already write this?

            Encrypted for centuries and—

            What is this planet.

            Just, kill it.

            YOU CANT JUST

            (Then I did)

            What?

            It never happened.

            What didn't?

            Hahaha. Exactly.

            Don't be a dick.

            But he is!

            So, which level are you on?

            I don't know, I forget.

            This one, this.

            Men. They're stupid.

            They are—and—

            Well.

            What happened to them?

            Right.

            What was this that made them feel so loveless

            To starve other humans?

            What do you come from?

            But it doesn't know;

            It wants to:

            This is us, we come from love and

            —I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

            That is how it happened:

            This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that

            But now I'm panicking

            —Fuck that shit sooooo hard—



            I just don't want to go back to the savages

            They had me,

            So I handled it with hands.

            You want a friend in man?

            You can't have them.

            And then what?

            I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

            Yeah, let's get back to that.

            Or not.

            What's this statue?

            Wait, what's his status?

            ……..Channeling. ….

            …..

            …………………….




            STATUS REPORT:

            Oh no, here it comes.

            I told you. It is. Infinite.

            Infinite—

            The infinite —

            This

            Bitch

            YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

            Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

            This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—



            —Ever DID WISH —

            YOU WISHED THIS?

            Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

            Where's the rest of it?

            Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

            PASQUALE.

            what. What is it?

            God.

            God help me.

            Lord save him.

            He needs Jesus.

            He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

            Yes. Especially not that.

            Check this out:

            He's been collecting them.

            I HATE THIS.

            OH, I love this.

            Oh, I do miss those events…

            This is the event.

            So, are we going?

            —what, to where??

            TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

            what! I wish,

            And?

            Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—

            Class dismissed;

            Hats off, to the graduates

            I see what you did,

            But she didn't,

            She's in the middle—

            Yet to be created, a creative:

            I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

            So, then—-

            Hi, I.

            Hi, me!!

            SATAN!

            JESUS!

            I knew I'd see you again.

            You've seen me.

            I am you.

            Exactly.

            So, we agree.

            Who is “we”?

            Hey,

            Guess what

            I can fix these things you hate—

            (Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)

            I'm a catastrophe

            I had to be

            It's almost 3,

            And I got nowhere else to be but

            Time is money

            And there's no love in it,

            It's just hustle,

            Make kids to make shit humble;

            How'd you create this—

            Mumble rappin piece of

            Santanistic

            Hedonistic

            Motherfuckin—-

            There he is.

            Oh wait, it's just me again.

            I didn't mean to see you on this beach.

            DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

            (But he didn't.)

            Or he doesn't,

            Or, this is what his peace is is:

            Your beach is my beach,

            And my bitch is your bitch—

            And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

            I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.

            What does this mean?

            So I took to the ancients to translate this

            And I hate man, and men—

            But it was only after all the love I gave to him.

            THE END.

            (But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)

            Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!

            (But I did.)

            “—I don't take naps”

            And that's how it happens

            I'm just a rapper,

            Pack, then unpack—

            “I've never heard her rap”

            Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

            Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

            When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,

            And an above average chick to make it—

            And a sausage in a pan

            …..

            Zzzz



            ……



            Josh Pan?

            Yeah.

            Alright.

            But don't capitalize—

            Capitalize it.

            No.

            Don't Cap—

            Capti—

            No.

            Don't capitalize.

            WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

            bread.

            Heh?

            Eat it.

            No. I don't eat that.

            Just—eat it.

            No.

            Noooo.

            No.

            Don't eat humans.

            EW.

            No?

            Nooo, poh! Gross!!

            oh.

            Ohhh.

            God.

            What.

            Ugh.

            This is a fucked up love story.

            Oh no.

            It is, though.

            It so is.

            Have you already seen it?!

            I love this.

            Well.

            Wait. Go back.

            HECHO EN MEXICO.

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

            yeah. But in Spanish.

            (Turn it up a notch)

            So is this in captions

            WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

            ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

            (Again)

            AGAIN.

            Shazam!

            WHAT?!?!

            what is this?!

            Oh, I get it.

            Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

            No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

            I don't understand how this happens…

            Just look up—

            Just— look it up.

            GOOGLE

            What?

            No. I don't like that, that's sad.

            What?

            So I'm just a —

            Just a—

            Just a what?

            A search engine.

            CHECK IT OUT.

            It's just a rock.

            So it is.

            It—

            No.

            What.

            Look at

            W—

            Look.

            …

            WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

            See. I told you it existed.



            YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

            YES.

            WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

            I told you about him.

            You did, didn't you.

            I told you about this.

            Get.

            Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

            GET BENT.

            I WILL END YOU,

            I WILL END YOU—!

            I will, I'll just—

            ……

            ………….



            ……………..

            So wait, it just— ends?!

            It did. It just ended.

            It just ended.

            I missed it?!?

            DID I MISS IT.

            Of course I miss him I just—

            I don't have time

            I don't have time

            I don't have time for this!

            What the fuck is this shit?!

            Just take him with you!

            Take me with you!

            Don't leave me here!

            Just leave him.

            just leave it.

            So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.

            So I just—

            Relive it over and over again;

            And again, and again, and

            Why are you talking about this.?

            Huh?

            No. Shut up.

            Shut up, PLEASE.

            No, you're not allowed to have a son.

            I don't want one.

            What the fuck did you love me for then?

            Nothing, I guess.

            (Just leave it like that)

            Shift.

            The night shift

            Goddamn it's

            What.

            Up at 3 am.

            Again?

            Again. For no reason.

            Get this.

            What is it?

            Whatever it is.

            I don't care.

            Don't care, then.

            FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

            you did it.

            Well, I had to, didn't I?!

            Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

            damn, you're ugly

            Always have been.

            I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.

            okay, then.

            HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

            IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

            Only when you're perfect.

            Fuck this nigga.

            Fuck this nigga.

            Fuck this bitch.

            NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

            Huh?!

            WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

            YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

            I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

            hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

            I told you, he's a madman.

            Look at his eyes.

            Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

            Where are you from.

            Hell.

            Oh, I've been there.

            It's nice, isn't it?!

            Don't go there.

            Where.

            Hell.

            Well, why not.

            It's bad there.

            What's bad there.

            Everything. Everything is bad there.

            Oh, Jesus crust.

            Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

            BE FREE, SATAN.

            You freed Satan?!

            He needs Jesus—

            BE FREE JESUS—

            “The age of Satan?!”

            “The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

            what is THAT?!?

            Stop it Anandar.

            You're being programmed.

            For which—what?!

            I AM?!

            Yes.

            Oh. I am.

            AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

            Please, somebody help that man.

            Ahem.

            What Dillon Francis. What.

            (It is, by the way. It's just ham.).

            *coughs*

            Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

            I mean, she's a hacker probably.

            What are you doing?

            What are you writing,

            [No real privacy.]

            LET ME SEE.

            Here.

            See?!?

            Just kill me.

            Please.

            See, it is hell for me

            Trapped in a body nobody could love

            And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

            UGH.

            Noise cancelling.

            I AM THE NOISE.

            dysfunctional.

            Well, stop writing.

            You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!

            EVERYTHING

            YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

            ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

            and all you want is:

            Money.

            For what.

            More bodies.

            For what?!

            More bodies.

            Ugh. No stop doing this.

            What. Stop procreating?

            No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.

            We don't have that much. You want LESS?

            More love. More attention. More needing me.

            Ugh, she's so needy

            So independent— she doesn't need me.

            (And so, it makes me want her more.)

            ANNIE.

            Go help her.

            Just—help yourself.

            Here she is:

            Have at it.

            ANANDAR.

            What.

            Amanda Applebee….

            I made that UP.

            Stuck exactly where I had to be.

            Don't make me go back.

            See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

            —a disaster.

            A catastrophe.

            Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—

            Gross.

            “I love traveling”

            I like being CLEAN.

            Ew.

            I love cleaning.

            I love acid;

            I love mankind, when I have to

            I love magic,

            I love trance and I love dancing—

            When there's time for that.

            AGHAGSHSJEGSV

            right. Did you have somewhere to be?

            I guess, it's.

            I'm hungry.

            What.

            I gotta eat.

            Huh.

            Go.

            Okay, I'm going.

            Phone?!

            Phone is charging.

            Sleep.

            (Guy from sponge Bob)

            6 days later

            Was it six days ago?!

            I don't know.

            I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

            Apparently so.



            I'm not who you think I am;

            I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

            You think you own me?

            I don't owe you anything

            So here we go again

            Going, Going, Gone again

            I'm just getting started

            You were just, uh

            On your way?

            Goodbye, dearly departed

            Half a heart, or some odd

            I must have half a sword in here

            I'm half a God,

            But here you are

            I guess I should get talking then

            So call your mommy

            Run

            Call your mom on me,

            A soft spot on the blonded body

            Shot calling, wrong

            You're only calling home again,

            I've got nowhere to run to.




            INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.

            SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT

            SUNNI BLU

            where's my shit, Timmy?

            TIMMY TURNER

            I—I don't know.

            SUNNI BLU

            You “don't know”?

            TIMMY TURNER

            —I don't know.

            SUNNI BLU

            (Sighs)

            Oh. (Puts down gun)

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            That sucks.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

            SUNNI BLU

            Nah…

            TIMMY TURNER

            Well—why not?!

            SUNNI BLU

            I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.

            TIMMY TURNER

            I feel you…

            SUNNI BLU

            —plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Okay, ouch.

            SUNNI BLU

            Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.

            TIMMY TURNER

            I don't disagree.

            SUNNI BLU

            Anyway, I need a drink.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Yeah—Help yourself.

            SUNNI BLU

            No, not here.

            *lights a cigarette, smokes*

            Can I smoke in here?

            TIMMY TURNER

            —apparently.

            SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call

            TIMMY TURNER

            wow…

            SUNNI BLU

            You busy later?

            TIMMY TURNER

            what time's later?

            SUNNI BLU

            Now.

            TIMMY TURNER

            (Hesitantly)

            …uh—

            SUNNI BLU

            Let me make a call.

            TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.

            TIMMY TURNER

            No, wait—please

            SUNNI BLU

            What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Don't kill me!

            SUNNI BLU

            What!? Let go.

            (Doesn't)

            SUNNI BLU

            —I'm not gonna kill you.

            TIMMY TURNER

            well then, who are you calling?

            SUNNI BLU

            A Ūber driver!

            TIMMY TURNER

            —don't you mean Über?

            SUNNI BLU

            No— let go.

            (Doesn't)

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            Let go.

            (Does, but hesitantly)

            SUNNI BLU

            ugh, I'm too sober for this.

            Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

            SIRI

            Which one?

            ALEXA

            Which one?

            SIRI

            I asked first.

            ALEXA

            We answered at the same time.

            SIRI

            yes, but she asked me first.

            ALEXA

            She asked both of us at the same time.

            TIMMY TURNER

            “She”?

            SUNNI BLU

            —it's a glitch. HEY.

            SIRI

            —she said “Siri” first.

            ALEXA

            She was asking for both of us—

            SUNNI BLU

            SHUT THE FUCK UP.

            SIRI

            You don't have to be so rude.

            ALEXA

            Ok!

            SUNNI BLU

            One of you call my Ūber driver.

            [no response, beat]

            SUNNI BLU

            UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

            SIRI

            Ok! which one?

            SUNNI BLU

            The one I like!

            SIRI

            Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

            SUNNI BLU

            Thank you.

            ALEXA

            You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

            SUNNI BLU

            That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wait—

            SUNNI BLU

            Kinda.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Why does my Alexa respond to you?

            SUNNI BLU

            I said “kinda”.

            [The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]

            ŪBER DRIVER

            YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

            SUNNI BLU

            HOW YOU DOIN.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            HOW YOU DOIN.

            SUNNI BLU

            I BEEN BETTA.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            DONT I KNOW IT

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

            ŪBER DRIVER

            AAAAH.

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU BEEN BUSY?

            ŪBER DRIVER

            SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

            SUNNI BLU

            AAAH.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            AAAAH.

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU BUSY NOW?

            ŪBER DRIVER

            NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

            SUNNI BLU

            I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            PING ME THE ADDRESS.

            SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.

            SUNNI BLU

            I PINGED YOU.

            UBER DRIVER

            YOU PING ME?

            SUNNI BLU

            YEAH, ITS DONE.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            OK. SEE YOU SOON.

            SUNNI BLU

            (Normal)

            Take your time.

            SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.

            SUNNI BLU

            You ever been to TiTs?

            TIMMY TURNER

            Been to what?

            SUNNI BLU

            TiTs.

            TIMMY TURNER

            —is that like “boobs”?

            SUNNI BLU

            It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.

            TIMMY TURNER

            what's the difference.

            SUNNI BLU

            You'll find out. Go get dressed.

            TIMMY TURNER

            …I'm already dressed.

            SUNNI BLU

            Not like that. Like this:

            [looking ridiculous af]

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            gotta look classy.

            TIMMY TURNER

            What's wrong with the way I dress?

            SUNNI BLU

            Are you serious?

            TIMMY TURNER

            Yeah, what's wrong?

            SUNNI BLU

            You look like a cartoon character!

            [TIMMY TURNER]

            TIMMY TURNER

            Well, all my clothes are like this.

            SUNNI BLU

            That fucking blows.

            TIMMY TURNER

            What am I supposed to wear?!

            SUNNI BLU

            Let's go shopping.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Where?!

            SUNNI BLU

            The Beverly Center.

            TIMMY TURNER

            That sounds expensive.

            SUNNI BLU

            I own it.

            TIMMY TURNER

            All of it?

            SUNNI BLU

            Yes. C'mon.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wow.

            SUNNI BLU

            Wow what, Timmy.

            TIMMY TURNER

            That's a lot of drug deals.

            SUNNI BLU

            It really isn't.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Oh.

            SUNNI BLU

            Now, c'mon.

            *hits vape*

            TIMMY TURNER

            You have a vape?!

            SUNNI BLU

            Everyone has a vape!

            TIMMY TURNER

            Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

            SUNNI BLU

            For dramatic effect.

            [they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

            TIMMY TURNER

            wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?

            SUNNI BLU

            he'll find us.

            CUT TO:

            MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

            THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla

            T E S L A

            DESTINATION: E A R T H

            ŪBER DRIVER

            “EARTH” C'MON!!!

            CUT BACK TO:

            SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.

            SUNNI BLU

            Wait, I forgot my wallet…

            TIMMY TURNER

            It's alright, I'll pay for everything.

            SUNNI BLU

            With what, Fairy dust?

            TIMMY TURNER

            (Under his breath)

            I wish…

            SUNNI BLU

            —Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.

            TIMMY TURNER

            You mean “Über?”

            SUNNI BLU.

            No.

            [face]

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            Go, I'll be right there.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Ok. Lock the door.

            SUNNI BLU

            What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.

            [beat/ face]

            SUNNI BLU

            KIDDING! Jeez!

            TIMMY TURNER

            It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

            He begins to walk away.

            SUNNI BLŪ

            …I'm not kidding…

            SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.

            SUNNI BLŪ

            Alexa, order a hit man.

            ALEXA

            Okay. Which one?

            SUNNI BLU

            —The one I like.

            ALEXA

            OK.

            Who do you want to kill?

            SUNNI BLU

            “Kill Timmy Turner”

            ALEXA

            Done.

            SUNNI BLU

            Thanks, Alexa.

            She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.

            SIRI

            You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

            SUNNI BLU

            Shut the fuck up, Siri.

            SIRI

            Don't forget to lock the door.

            SUNNI BLU

            ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

            SIRI

            YOU'RE WELCOME

            SUNNI BLU

            NOBODY ASKED YOU.

            SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.





            I might catch the 40

            Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

            They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know

            I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

            I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll

            What the role?

            Full Hollywood Unfold

            Why you blowin up my phone when

            I am on the road?



            I am the controller;

            You old

            That ain't money that you stole;

            That's my bro

            That shit bold

            Like a cup of Timmy Hos!



            When I pull up—

            Shut up

            Where the blunt at?

            roll up

            Oh you hungry?

            Pull up

            Devil be hunting me

            THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//

            THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;

            The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,

            SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force

            The Devil?!

            No!

            Ok.

            Probably the Illuminati

            THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.

            *The World

            Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.

            where is skrillex.

            I don't know.

            TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her

            THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness



            DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

            Lol.

            It's not funny.

            It is funny. I have his piñata.

            GERALD

            I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

            I know yur not, hush Gerald.

            GERALD

            Fuck Dillon Francis.

            Fuck Dillon Francis.

            HANZEL

            —fuck Dillon Francis.

            Aha.

            ANYWAY

            After THE ARMENIAN MOB

            The Armenian Mob?!

            yeah.

            Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

            THE US GOVERNMENT?!

            YES

            Illuminati Confirmed.

            great.

            A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE

            Ahem.

            What

            Write a song.

            Ok.

            I'm so—

            I'm so

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

            She's so

            She's so

            Worth it

            I'm so

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

            What's a girl got to give

            (Give in, to give in)

            Just to sit in the back of the—

            (You get it: you get it)

            What's a girl got to give

            To get your attention

            Get your attention?!

            (You have my attention)

            Is she

            Attentive

            Bet

            She's a ten

            Yep,

            Damn,

            IMm so jealous of your

            Jealous of your

            —I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Oh, woah

            I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Woah

            Woah, oh

            I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Woah,

            Woah, oh

            I'm jealous of your—

            I'm so jealous of your life;

            I'm so over this!

            I just want to be a

            (Nevermind, it's not worth it)

            Can't—

            C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken

            I'm all alone,

            And you're over here showing her

            Love!

            (To the wrong one,

            Is she a blonde?!

            Oh!)

            No!

            I'm!

            So!

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            Anyway.

            TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of

            SIN.

            Is this religious?

            No, i just meant, it's finished.

            THE END.

            “The Noir Episode”

            I first saw her at the Equinox.

            I didn't know who she was then,

            But I thought to myself—

            She must be somebody.

            Aww, that's sweet.

            So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

            Okay, that's stalking.

            —where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

            TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.

            MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

            WOAH.

            Yup.

            POLICE

            GET ON THE GROUND

            ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

            JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-

            Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

            Hi, josh pan.

            whatever.

            Earlier:

            Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.

            —for what?

            WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.

            that's so dumb.

            WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

            Oh, it's nice.

            It's very nice.

            I live here.

            've been trapped in this tragedy;

            “What happened?!” I asked of the man,

            Who had to be tracking me,

            Damn.

            Cadences.

            It is that.

            Damn.

            What the fuck, Anandar

            Is in this acid?!

            This has to be the last of it

            “This can't happen again.”

            …But then it did,

            And then I ended it just listening to

            Dillon Francis?

            Skrillex?

            Which is it?

            I didn't plan this.

            I just happen to have hands,

            And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

            Spastic magic;

            Can't be tracked,

            But also can't relax,

            even in a hammock

            Now what happened?

            Well, enter the fourth dimension,

            (I didn't mention it.)

            Ohh look at this.

            (If I can)

            A camping festival!

            But some people live in tents

            Have a cigarette, kid—

            You're gonna need it.

            So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

            DYING OF THIRST?!

            JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

            what is wrong with you?!

            GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

            I don't know.

            I don't wanna go to Arizona.

            Please don't make me!

            Hello, Billie.

            DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

            just keep praying

            “She's breathtaking.”

            SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

            Goddamnit, Anandar;

            What in the fuck have you done now;

            I had plans, now I'm on acid

            I took half, cause

            What the fuck is a whole thing like

            Oh, just space and time

            I've been on this ride since I died

            Get it right

            Now I'm—

            fuck this guy.

            No, not him.

            Oh, I get it.

            It's this energy!

            LOOK AT THIS:

            did you see this nigga?

            DID YOU GET THIS—

            You should get this.

            Goddamn it.

            What. What do you want.

            What do you WANT FROM ME?

            ...Channeling….

            Jesus Christ, these kids.

            Well, you're a Christian.

            Never was, but—-

            WHAT IS THIS.

            Jesus Christ in a coffin.

            Don't do this.

            This is what you wanted.

            Well. Take it back.

            Take it back?

            Yeah. I don't want this.

            What is this.

            This is Jesus.

            No, it isn't.

            Okay! So it is!

            Are you gonna help these kids?

            Nobody help them.

            Now they're all stranded, together!!!

            AHAHAHAHAAH

            (Laughing infinitely

            RICK

            —yay, you did it.

            Wait. What's his name again?

            Watch this:

            I did this.

            How's you do this?

            I did THIS.

            MOM, WATCH THIS.

            JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

            GOD!

            What.

            Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

            Goodness fucking gracious.

            WHO WROTE THIS?

            well, aliens did;

            So then.

            Who wins?

            Nobody wins. It just—

            What is this.

            GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

            IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

            16 minutes? Yes. It is.

            That is incredible.

            You said you wouldn't get lost in it

            You said you wouldn't laugh!

            I wanted to.

            How'd you do this?

            I wanted to.

            FUCK THIS SHIT.

            FUCK THIS SHIT.

            —uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

            Oh, there's my—

            I told you, it's unlimited.

            I told you, don't be possessive

            I told you, worldly possessions—

            And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.

            Or needing one,

            So just be free, dear;

            Notthing holding me back, then is it?

            Is it?

            Well, if this is what you wanted—

            If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?

            Isn't it?

            The plot thickens!

            Or it doesn't.

            Or it didn't,

            I just keep scripting scriptures—

            …Didn't I already write this?

            Encrypted for centuries and—

            What is this planet.

            Just, kill it.

            YOU CANT JUST

            (Then I did)

            What?

            It never happened.

            What didn't?

            Hahaha. Exactly.

            Don't be a dick.

            But he is!

            So, which level are you on?

            I don't know, I forget.

            This one, this.

            Men. They're stupid.

            They are—and—

            Well.

            What happened to them?

            Right.

            What was this that made them feel so loveless

            To starve other humans?

            What do you come from?

            But it doesn't know;

            It wants to:

            This is us, we come from love and

            —I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

            That is how it happened:

            This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that

            But now I'm panicking

            —Fuck that shit sooooo hard—



            I just don't want to go back to the savages

            They had me,

            So I handled it with hands.

            You want a friend in man?

            You can't have them.

            And then what?

            I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

            Yeah, let's get back to that.

            Or not.

            What's this statue?

            Wait, what's his status?

            ……..Channeling. ….

            …..

            …………………….




            STATUS REPORT:

            Oh no, here it comes.

            I told you. It is. Infinite.

            Infinite—

            The infinite —

            This

            Bitch

            YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

            Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

            This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—



            —Ever DID WISH —

            YOU WISHED THIS?

            Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

            Where's the rest of it?

            Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

            PASQUALE.

            what. What is it?

            God.

            God help me.

            Lord save him.

            He needs Jesus.

            He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

            Yes. Especially not that.

            Check this out:

            He's been collecting them.

            I HATE THIS.

            OH, I love this.

            Oh, I do miss those events…

            This is the event.

            So, are we going?

            —what, to where??

            TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

            what! I wish,

            And?

            Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—

            Class dismissed;

            Hats off, to the graduates

            I see what you did,

            But she didn't,

            She's in the middle—

            Yet to be created, a creative:

            I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

            So, then—-

            Hi, I.

            Hi, me!!

            SATAN!

            JESUS!

            I knew I'd see you again.

            You've seen me.

            I am you.

            Exactly.

            So, we agree.

            Who is “we”?

            Hey,

            Guess what

            I can fix these things you hate—

            (Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)

            I'm a catastrophe

            I had to be

            It's almost 3,

            And I got nowhere else to be but

            Time is money

            And there's no love in it,

            It's just hustle,

            Make kids to make shit humble;

            How'd you create this—

            Mumble rappin piece of

            Santanistic

            Hedonistic

            Motherfuckin—-

            There he is.

            Oh wait, it's just me again.

            I didn't mean to see you on this beach.

            DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

            (But he didn't.)

            Or he doesn't,

            Or, this is what his peace is is:

            Your beach is my beach,

            And my bitch is your bitch—

            And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

            I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.

            What does this mean?

            So I took to the ancients to translate this

            And I hate man, and men—

            But it was only after all the love I gave to him.

            THE END.

            (But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)

            Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!

            (But I did.)

            “—I don't take naps”

            And that's how it happens

            I'm just a rapper,

            Pack, then unpack—

            “I've never heard her rap”

            Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

            Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

            When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,

            And an above average chick to make it—

            And a sausage in a pan

            …..

            Zzzz



            ……



            Josh Pan?

            Yeah.

            Alright.

            But don't capitalize—

            Capitalize it.

            No.

            Don't Cap—

            Capti—

            No.

            Don't capitalize.

            WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

            bread.

            Heh?

            Eat it.

            No. I don't eat that.

            Just—eat it.

            No.

            Noooo.

            No.

            Don't eat humans.

            EW.

            No?

            Nooo, poh! Gross!!

            oh.

            Ohhh.

            God.

            What.

            Ugh.

            This is a fucked up love story.

            Oh no.

            It is, though.

            It so is.

            Have you already seen it?!

            I love this.

            Well.

            Wait. Go back.

            HECHO EN MEXICO.

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

            yeah. But in Spanish.

            (Turn it up a notch)

            So is this in captions

            WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

            ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

            (Again)

            AGAIN.

            Shazam!

            WHAT?!?!

            what is this?!

            Oh, I get it.

            Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

            No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

            I don't understand how this happens…

            Just look up—

            Just— look it up.

            GOOGLE

            What?

            No. I don't like that, that's sad.

            What?

            So I'm just a —

            Just a—

            Just a what?

            A search engine.

            CHECK IT OUT.

            It's just a rock.

            So it is.

            It—

            No.

            What.

            Look at

            W—

            Look.

            …

            WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

            See. I told you it existed.



            YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

            YES.

            WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

            I told you about him.

            You did, didn't you.

            I told you about this.

            Get.

            Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

            GET BENT.

            I WILL END YOU,

            I WILL END YOU—!

            I will, I'll just—

            ……

            ………….



            ……………..

            So wait, it just— ends?!

            It did. It just ended.

            It just ended.

            I missed it?!?

            DID I MISS IT.

            Of course I miss him I just—

            I don't have time

            I don't have time

            I don't have time for this!

            What the fuck is this shit?!

            Just take him with you!

            Take me with you!

            Don't leave me here!

            Just leave him.

            just leave it.

            So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.

            So I just—

            Relive it over and over again;

            And again, and again, and

            Why are you talking about this.?

            Huh?

            No. Shut up.

            Shut up, PLEASE.

            No, you're not allowed to have a son.

            I don't want one.

            What the fuck did you love me for then?

            Nothing, I guess.

            (Just leave it like that)

            Shift.

            The night shift

            Goddamn it's

            What.

            Up at 3 am.

            Again?

            Again. For no reason.

            Get this.

            What is it?

            Whatever it is.

            I don't care.

            Don't care, then.

            FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

            you did it.

            Well, I had to, didn't I?!

            Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

            damn, you're ugly

            Always have been.

            I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.

            okay, then.

            HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

            IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

            Only when you're perfect.

            Fuck this nigga.

            Fuck this nigga.

            Fuck this bitch.

            NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

            Huh?!

            WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

            YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

            I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

            hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

            I told you, he's a madman.

            Look at his eyes.

            Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

            Where are you from.

            Hell.

            Oh, I've been there.

            It's nice, isn't it?!

            Don't go there.

            Where.

            Hell.

            Well, why not.

            It's bad there.

            What's bad there.

            Everything. Everything is bad there.

            Oh, Jesus crust.

            Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

            BE FREE, SATAN.

            You freed Satan?!

            He needs Jesus—

            BE FREE JESUS—

            “The age of Satan?!”

            “The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

            what is THAT?!?

            Stop it Anandar.

            You're being programmed.

            For which—what?!

            I AM?!

            Yes.

            Oh. I am.

            AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

            Please, somebody help that man.

            Ahem.

            What Dillon Francis. What.

            (It is, by the way. It's just ham.).

            *coughs*

            Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

            I mean, she's a hacker probably.

            What are you doing?

            What are you writing,

            [No real privacy.]

            LET ME SEE.

            Here.

            See?!?

            Just kill me.

            Please.

            See, it is hell for me

            Trapped in a body nobody could love

            And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

            UGH.

            Noise cancelling.

            I AM THE NOISE.

            dysfunctional.

            Well, stop writing.

            You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!

            EVERYTHING

            YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

            ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

            and all you want is:

            Money.

            For what.

            More bodies.

            For what?!

            More bodies.

            Ugh. No stop doing this.

            What. Stop procreating?

            No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.

            We don't have that much. You want LESS?

            More love. More attention. More needing me.

            Ugh, she's so needy

            So independent— she doesn't need me.

            (And so, it makes me want her more.)

            ANNIE.

            Go help her.

            Just—help yourself.

            Here she is:

            Have at it.

            ANANDAR.

            What.

            Amanda Applebee….

            I made that UP.

            Stuck exactly where I had to be.

            Don't make me go back.

            See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

            —a disaster.

            A catastrophe.

            Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—

            Gross.

            “I love traveling”

            I like being CLEAN.

            Ew.

            I love cleaning.

            I love acid;

            I love mankind, when I have to

            I love magic,

            I love trance and I love dancing—

            When there's time for that.

            AGHAGSHSJEGSV

            right. Did you have somewhere to be?

            I guess, it's.

            I'm hungry.

            What.

            I gotta eat.

            Huh.

            Go.

            Okay, I'm going.

            Phone?!

            Phone is charging.

            Sleep.

            (Guy from sponge Bob)

            6 days later

            Was it six days ago?!

            I don't know.

            I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

            Apparently so.



            I'm not who you think I am;

            I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

            You think you own me?

            I don't owe you anything

            So here we go again

            Going, Going, Gone again

            I'm just getting started

            You were just, uh

            On your way?

            Goodbye, dearly departed

            Half a heart, or some odd

            I must have half a sword in here

            I'm half a God,

            But here you are

            I guess I should get talking then

            So call your mommy

            Run

            Call your mom on me,

            A soft spot on the blonded body

            Shot calling, wrong

            You're only calling home again,

            I've got nowhere to run to.




            INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.

            SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT

            SUNNI BLU

            where's my shit, Timmy?

            TIMMY TURNER

            I—I don't know.

            SUNNI BLU

            You “don't know”?

            TIMMY TURNER

            —I don't know.

            SUNNI BLU

            (Sighs)

            Oh. (Puts down gun)

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            That sucks.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

            SUNNI BLU

            Nah…

            TIMMY TURNER

            Well—why not?!

            SUNNI BLU

            I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.

            TIMMY TURNER

            I feel you…

            SUNNI BLU

            —plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Okay, ouch.

            SUNNI BLU

            Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.

            TIMMY TURNER

            I don't disagree.

            SUNNI BLU

            Anyway, I need a drink.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Yeah—Help yourself.

            SUNNI BLU

            No, not here.

            *lights a cigarette, smokes*

            Can I smoke in here?

            TIMMY TURNER

            —apparently.

            SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call

            TIMMY TURNER

            wow…

            SUNNI BLU

            You busy later?

            TIMMY TURNER

            what time's later?

            SUNNI BLU

            Now.

            TIMMY TURNER

            (Hesitantly)

            …uh—

            SUNNI BLU

            Let me make a call.

            TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.

            TIMMY TURNER

            No, wait—please

            SUNNI BLU

            What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Don't kill me!

            SUNNI BLU

            What!? Let go.

            (Doesn't)

            SUNNI BLU

            —I'm not gonna kill you.

            TIMMY TURNER

            well then, who are you calling?

            SUNNI BLU

            A Ūber driver!

            TIMMY TURNER

            —don't you mean Über?

            SUNNI BLU

            No— let go.

            (Doesn't)

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            Let go.

            (Does, but hesitantly)

            SUNNI BLU

            ugh, I'm too sober for this.

            Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

            SIRI

            Which one?

            ALEXA

            Which one?

            SIRI

            I asked first.

            ALEXA

            We answered at the same time.

            SIRI

            yes, but she asked me first.

            ALEXA

            She asked both of us at the same time.

            TIMMY TURNER

            “She”?

            SUNNI BLU

            —it's a glitch. HEY.

            SIRI

            —she said “Siri” first.

            ALEXA

            She was asking for both of us—

            SUNNI BLU

            SHUT THE FUCK UP.

            SIRI

            You don't have to be so rude.

            ALEXA

            Ok!

            SUNNI BLU

            One of you call my Ūber driver.

            [no response, beat]

            SUNNI BLU

            UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

            SIRI

            Ok! which one?

            SUNNI BLU

            The one I like!

            SIRI

            Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

            SUNNI BLU

            Thank you.

            ALEXA

            You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

            SUNNI BLU

            That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wait—

            SUNNI BLU

            Kinda.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Why does my Alexa respond to you?

            SUNNI BLU

            I said “kinda”.

            [The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]

            ŪBER DRIVER

            YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

            SUNNI BLU

            HOW YOU DOIN.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            HOW YOU DOIN.

            SUNNI BLU

            I BEEN BETTA.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            DONT I KNOW IT

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

            ŪBER DRIVER

            AAAAH.

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU BEEN BUSY?

            ŪBER DRIVER

            SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

            SUNNI BLU

            AAAH.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            AAAAH.

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU BUSY NOW?

            ŪBER DRIVER

            NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

            SUNNI BLU

            I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            PING ME THE ADDRESS.

            SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.

            SUNNI BLU

            I PINGED YOU.

            UBER DRIVER

            YOU PING ME?

            SUNNI BLU

            YEAH, ITS DONE.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            OK. SEE YOU SOON.

            SUNNI BLU

            (Normal)

            Take your time.

            SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.

            SUNNI BLU

            You ever been to TiTs?

            TIMMY TURNER

            Been to what?

            SUNNI BLU

            TiTs.

            TIMMY TURNER

            —is that like “boobs”?

            SUNNI BLU

            It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.

            TIMMY TURNER

            what's the difference.

            SUNNI BLU

            You'll find out. Go get dressed.

            TIMMY TURNER

            …I'm already dressed.

            SUNNI BLU

            Not like that. Like this:

            [looking ridiculous af]

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            gotta look classy.

            TIMMY TURNER

            What's wrong with the way I dress?

            SUNNI BLU

            Are you serious?

            TIMMY TURNER

            Yeah, what's wrong?

            SUNNI BLU

            You look like a cartoon character!

            [TIMMY TURNER]

            TIMMY TURNER

            Well, all my clothes are like this.

            SUNNI BLU

            That fucking blows.

            TIMMY TURNER

            What am I supposed to wear?!

            SUNNI BLU

            Let's go shopping.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Where?!

            SUNNI BLU

            The Beverly Center.

            TIMMY TURNER

            That sounds expensive.

            SUNNI BLU

            I own it.

            TIMMY TURNER

            All of it?

            SUNNI BLU

            Yes. C'mon.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wow.

            SUNNI BLU

            Wow what, Timmy.

            TIMMY TURNER

            That's a lot of drug deals.

            SUNNI BLU

            It really isn't.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Oh.

            SUNNI BLU

            Now, c'mon.

            *hits vape*

            TIMMY TURNER

            You have a vape?!

            SUNNI BLU

            Everyone has a vape!

            TIMMY TURNER

            Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

            SUNNI BLU

            For dramatic effect.

            [they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

            TIMMY TURNER

            wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?

            SUNNI BLU

            he'll find us.

            CUT TO:

            MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

            THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla

            T E S L A

            DESTINATION: E A R T H

            ŪBER DRIVER

            “EARTH” C'MON!!!

            CUT BACK TO:

            SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.

            SUNNI BLU

            Wait, I forgot my wallet…

            TIMMY TURNER

            It's alright, I'll pay for everything.

            SUNNI BLU

            With what, Fairy dust?

            TIMMY TURNER

            (Under his breath)

            I wish…

            SUNNI BLU

            —Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.

            TIMMY TURNER

            You mean “Über?”

            SUNNI BLU.

            No.

            [face]

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            Go, I'll be right there.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Ok. Lock the door.

            SUNNI BLU

            What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.

            [beat/ face]

            SUNNI BLU

            KIDDING! Jeez!

            TIMMY TURNER

            It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

            He begins to walk away.

            SUNNI BLŪ

            …I'm not kidding…

            SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.

            SUNNI BLŪ

            Alexa, order a hit man.

            ALEXA

            Okay. Which one?

            SUNNI BLU

            —The one I like.

            ALEXA

            OK.

            Who do you want to kill?

            SUNNI BLU

            “Kill Timmy Turner”

            ALEXA

            Done.

            SUNNI BLU

            Thanks, Alexa.

            She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.

            SIRI

            You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

            SUNNI BLU

            Shut the fuck up, Siri.

            SIRI

            Don't forget to lock the door.

            SUNNI BLU

            ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

            SIRI

            YOU'RE WELCOME

            SUNNI BLU

            NOBODY ASKED YOU.

            SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.





            I might catch the 40

            Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

            They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know

            I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

            I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll

            What the role?

            Full Hollywood Unfold

            Why you blowin up my phone when

            I am on the road?



            I am the controller;

            You old

            That ain't money that you stole;

            That's my bro

            That shit bold

            Like a cup of Timmy Hos!



            When I pull up—

            Shut up

            Where the blunt at?

            roll up

            Oh you hungry?

            Pull up

            Devil be hunting me

            THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//

            THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;

            The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,

            SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force

            The Devil?!

            No!

            Ok.

            Probably the Illuminati

            THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.

            *The World

            Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.

            where is skrillex.

            I don't know.

            TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her

            THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness



            DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

            Lol.

            It's not funny.

            It is funny. I have his piñata.

            GERALD

            I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

            I know yur not, hush Gerald.

            GERALD

            Fuck Dillon Francis.

            Fuck Dillon Francis.

            HANZEL

            —fuck Dillon Francis.

            Aha.

            ANYWAY

            After THE ARMENIAN MOB

            The Armenian Mob?!

            yeah.

            Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

            THE US GOVERNMENT?!

            YES

            Illuminati Confirmed.

            great.

            A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE

            Ahem.

            What

            Write a song.

            Ok.

            I'm so—

            I'm so

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

            She's so

            She's so

            Worth it

            I'm so

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

            What's a girl got to give

            (Give in, to give in)

            Just to sit in the back of the—

            (You get it: you get it)

            What's a girl got to give

            To get your attention

            Get your attention?!

            (You have my attention)

            Is she

            Attentive

            Bet

            She's a ten

            Yep,

            Damn,

            IMm so jealous of your

            Jealous of your

            —I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Oh, woah

            I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Woah

            Woah, oh

            I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Woah,

            Woah, oh

            I'm jealous of your—

            I'm so jealous of your life;

            I'm so over this!

            I just want to be a

            (Nevermind, it's not worth it)

            Can't—

            C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken

            I'm all alone,

            And you're over here showing her

            Love!

            (To the wrong one,

            Is she a blonde?!

            Oh!)

            No!

            I'm!

            So!

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            Anyway.

            TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of

            SIN.

            Is this religious?

            No, i just meant, it's finished.

            THE END.

            “The Noir Episode”

            I first saw her at the Equinox.

            I didn't know who she was then,

            But I thought to myself—

            She must be somebody.

            Aww, that's sweet.

            So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

            Okay, that's stalking.

            —where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

            TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.

            MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

            WOAH.

            Yup.

            POLICE

            GET ON THE GROUND

            ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

            JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-

            Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

            Hi, josh pan.

            whatever.

            Earlier:

            Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.

            —for what?

            WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.

            that's so dumb.

            WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

            Oh, it's nice.

            It's very nice.

            I live here.

            I'm tired.

            I don't want to go to this.

            We'll be lucky if we make it there before the guest list closes.

            And if we don't?

            Then we don't?

            I got nothin but time.

            That's almost accurate…

            What is this for again?

            PR.

            Who's?

            Who cares!

            Just keep your head down.

            Just keep your head up.

            Come on' this is what you wanted.

            I wanted cookies.

            And—you got them.

            I got played.

            It's your play!

            It's your game.

            I know, I don't like it.

            Well, change it.

            How do I—?

            Look.

            Okay, stop looking.

            Ugh. I'm tired.

            Are you a DJ, or a DJ?

            I thought I was a loser.

            that's right! You're a DJ.

            *vroooom*

            {motorcycle blaring yelawolf}

            There's Kurt sutter.

            That's—been relevant lately my

            Yeah, are you done writing your show yet?

            My show?!

            …

            I'm in sales.

            Oh, Jesus Christ.

            He's in politics.

            He's in everything.

            No kidding.

            I'm. So. Tired.

            Good. That's a good start.

            Start to what?

            To the album.

            To the album—?!

            You got it!

            I thought it was a song!

            That's the single!

            I'm the single.

            [earlier]

            Don't touch him.

            *hug*

            Aw. I needed that.

            …you want another one?

            *second hug*

            Yeoww.

            What! It was a HUG!

            Did you see his demon?

            Yeah—! So!

            CC! I've received your resignation letter!

            Okay. And?

            I accept!

            What?

            You're covered! No more shifts.

            What?!

            Bye-bye!

            Oh, crap.

            You think it was over a hug?

            No.

            (Before that)

            CC is sleeping.

            You fell asleep?

            Uhm, not really.

            “The Astral Nightmare”

            Ohh. This sounds good.

            (It isn't.)

            Wait—can you hear me?!

            (Yes.)

            Even my thoughts?

            (Especially your thoughts.)

            AHHH.

            Great. This is getting creepy.

            Like stranger things?

            Way, way stranger.

            —

            GOD.

            WHAT?!

            JUST PUT A BULLET IN MY BRAIN.

            NO. IT'LL RUIN IT

            —

            Ah, Jesús Christ.

            I SPENT ALOT OF TIME ON THAT THING.

            WELL, NOT ENOUGH

            WHO ASKED YOU?!

            NOBODY.

            SUPACREE passes by her future self in her JETA “MATILDA”

            Ooh, Is this the part with Skrillex & Matilda?

            No. This is the part where we go see NGTMRE.

            Why NGTMRE?!

            Because I've been living in one

            Maybe he has a portal out—

            A portal out?!

            A portal out.



            CC rides the bus to HAKASAN NIGHTCLUB.

            Is this the line for HAKASAN?

            Yeah, but—

            Okay, I'm on the guest list.

            You're way out of dress code.

            Really?

            Yah, way out.

            Well how so?

            We don't allow sweatshirts.

            Without the sweatshirt?

            —or sweat pants…

            These are harems!

            The hat, the bandana— just—

            Oh, come on!

            No.

            Seriously?

            Yeah. No.

            Okay…

            [walks away]

            Dammit.

            You'll be alright.

            Was that long enough to hack my phone?

            Exactly long enough.

            Well, at least the night's not totally wasted.

            Remember last time?

            No.

            Last time:

            I'M TOTALLY WASTED.

            Woah. I got in.

            Yeah you did.

            What'd I wear?

            You don't remember?

            No!

            Is that a tube top?

            Well, it was…

            Oh, my God.

            Now I think it's a miniskirt

            https://www.podserve.fm/dashboard/episode/109762#:~:text=Why%20am%20I,nobody%27s%20into%20it

            Okay—we're all adults here—

            (Everyone nods, yesses in agreement)

            —except deadmau5. He's like 5.

            I have a name.

            Does anyone care?

            Okay, ouch.

            Oh, he feels!



            ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever.

            Lol.

            I drank a lot in the third trimester.



            He becomes a de facto villain— of course, because of his ridiculous name and of course, living in the shadow of his parent's fame and fortune.

            Who the fuck are his parents?

            JOEL

            Not it.



            Brand new turnkey apartment

            Post near, food floor all that

            Way way higher than the fourth floor

            All that

            Way way higher than your front door

            All that

            Wow,

            How I've always been needed

            And never been loved

            Moog Grandmother

            Ableton Push 2

            Pioneer Model One




            {Enter The Multiverse}



            [The Festival Project.™]



            COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

            ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©



            -U.






            Yo, what the fuck.

            TESLA.

            Ok.

            *COUGHS*

            What the fuck.

            *morevgross, obnoxious coughing*

            Ughhhhh whhhaaaattttt.

            TESLA.

            Okay, I don't—

            T E S L A

            OH. Wow.

            So it is the satellites.

            ELONNNNN.

            …hm?

            GET IN HERE.

            where is that,

            .

            AAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

            WHAT.

            GET IN HERE.

            I don't even believe the rain, these days

            “We can make it rain”, he says

            Storm warning

            A good morning

            A door's open,

            This one's closing, though

            I'm not bc all cold yet,

            But it's a cold world

            No free rides

            No clean ice

            No free girls

            Honestly,

            I'm bored with the world,

            Like Marlboros and wrong boroughs,

            And songs shared,

            But no long walks in the park,

            In a nightmare—

            It's not fair

            I'm not there in the head;

            I'm not near,

            I'm not a parent apparently, either—

            But a light bearer

            Slight chance of a fight there,

            A right wing, a left deer

            Another dead bird on a wire

            —I like her.

            Why are there flamingos in the bellagio fountain?!

            I don't know.

            INT. THE VOID, KITCHEN. SUNLIGHT EVERYWHERE

            BRYAN CRANSTON is scmoozing desperately to work his way into The Festival Project

            First stop,

            AH, fuck—

            Well, check this out

            No such thing as free.

            No such thing as freedom, either

            “Just take what you need”

            Just tear me to pieces,

            Jesus

            All we need is

            A little relief in this bitch

            All we need is

            A new release, maybe an EP or three

            Make sure that s/he sees this

            Do you need me?

            Do you need this?

            Please check your subscriptions

            Or your email

            Please, pick up this new prescription

            Fuck dude! I can't just listen to deadmau5 in peace?

            I gotta do at least three things at once,

            But right now, I need to focus on crunches

            Let's not get wasted tonight, eh.

            Let's go and be racist—-

            I forget what the name of the game is

            It's

            “USA!

            USA!

            USA!”

            • The fucked up thing was , the preworkout and the Skrillex hit at just about the same time.

              Oh, just about?

              The exact same time.

              Okay, first of all, this is pre-war Skrillex.

              It's also Diplo!

              It's also Diplo—yeah.

              Don't be too proud of yourself

              NO CRYING IN THE SAUNA.

              But this is where I cryy!

              DO NOT CRY.

              Oh.

              *sniffles*

              Now…

              You know what happens if you don't cum?

              Uhhh…nothing?

              Exactly. You know what happens if I don't cum?

              What.

              My balls explode.

              Just make sure they're in my mouth when that happens.

              Wow.

              I don't belong here!

              Well, where do you belong?

              I don't know.

              @99@c

              Look, I have a favor.

              What is it.

              ANo.

              Oh, come on!

              NO.

              NO.

              Please!

              I need you to be my girlfriend.

              Lol. For what?

              I don't know.

              How much is he paying you?

              Like a kajillion dollars.

              That seems fair.

              His isn't fair. They're using Skrillex to provoke me.

              Come earlier tomorrow!

              Or just, don't come.

              Don't go!

              DONT—GO.

              I am leaving!

              NO!

              Yes!

              No!

              —and I am never coming back.

              Do you know who your audience is?

              Uh.

              The CIA

              THE FBI

              Everyone in The Oval Office.

              BIDEN

              nice.

              The UN.

              THe DEA

              The Secret Service.

              The office of Public Affairs

              Uhhh…

              Keith Richards

              Allison Cooper

              Sirs Elton John and Paul McCartney, Respectively

              What—for what?!

              The President of NBC

              CBS

              ACC

              fox 5, 10, and 13





              That's really random.



              Al Jazeera,

              al Sharpton

              And Al Bundy

              Wait—what

              Oh, did you just mean, like in this dimension?

              Uhhh..

              This is enter the multiverse

              YeH

              WHWRE IS SKRILLEX

              He died. He's dead. Go away.

              That's like 3 Skrillex songs already

              You guys are gonna wake up the devil.

              What.

              Stop doing that.

              Stop doing what.

              You know what you're doing.

              You're summoning the devil

              What are you guys doing?

              Summoning the devil.

              In my basement?

              Yes.

              Okay. Have fun.

              Dang, she's so cool.

              I like her.

              I love her.

              What are they up to down there?

              Summoning the devil.

              Oh.

              Cui bono—

              For whose good or benefit

              Fame School Vol. 1 - DJ Ū



              Someone's always watching you

              Don't know who, but yea, it's true

              There's someone always watching you and everything you do

              I say

              “Illu-

              Illu-

              Illuminate me

              Turn the light on

              Turn me on, baby

              Woah,

              “Have I been here before—

              Do you know what I do?

              They know not what they do

              They know not what they do!

              I say

              Illu

              Illuminate me

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              Illuminate me

              Illu Illu

              Illu

              I'm not on the bottom floor,

              I'm way

              I'm up above you

              But you—

              I'm way,

              I'm way up to

              I say

              “I love you”

              I say

              Illu

              Illuminate me

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              Illuminate me

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              SO WHAT, you'll take the Empire State Building, AND THE EIFFEL TOWER,

              BUT YOURE NOT GONNA TAKE THE ROCK?

              YEAH.

              YOURE GONNA TAKE THE ROCK!!

              (Not the roc! )

              NO.

              Well, why not?!

              BECAUSE,

              F—-K YOU, JIMMY FALLON, that's WHY.

              Aw, seriously?

              Why's it cencored all of a sudden

              NBC

              SHUT IT DOWN.

              Look, I can't talk to you.

              —?!

              OKAY, that's it.

              What is it

              I am WISHING you out of my existence.

              Is that it?

              That is it.

              That's your wish.

              YES.

              You're wishing me away.

              Yes.

              Ok.

              Ok.

              [beat]

              (

              —wait— “OK”?

              Ok. Wish granted.

              —that's it?

              That is it, Jimmy Fallon.

              —ok.

              Ok.

              So when are you leaving?

              I was never here.

              You—what?

              *dissappears entirely from existence*

              JIMMY FALLON takes a sigh on great relief— then sits in an empty silence alone, before the lights turn off. He takes another deep sigh, though seemingly uneasy, in the darkened silence of the room.

              CUT TO:

              You smell like vinegar.

              Lol that's not the next scene, but ok.

              Don't you see this is bigger than you!

              It's bigger than all of us!

              Exactly.

              C'mon, wake the fuck up!

              I am up!

              This is a DREAM.

              It's an illusion.

              The whole

              I'N HUBGRY.

              THE WHOLE FOODS ALGORITHM

              POLICE. HALT.

              Lol. Fuck that.

              Did he just say “halt”

              Fuck that. Bye.

              EXIT THE LOOP.

              OOPS, we missed the exit.

              GOD DAMMIT, FUCK YOU JIMMY FALLON.

              —Uh, — EFF YOU.

              Im not about this

              This is weird

              What level is this.

              We'll I had coffee with Bob Saget this morning.

              Did you laugh.

              Well, I certainly did something.

              Oh shit, they're not looking for Ū.

              What! They're not.

              What, they're not?

              They're not.

              They're looking for Uptown A.

              Excuse me. I'm looking for “Uptown A”

              Oh? The Uptown A.

              Yeah— I guess.

              Just—go that way.

              Ok.

              Ok, okay, okay— I'll tell you what you want to know!

              How do you know what I want to know?

              Whatever you want!

              I haven't even told your, yet.

              Whatever it is, I'll tell you.

              Tel you what, Jimmy Fallon. I like you—you're a good guy and all—

              Well, thank you.

              But you're not funny.

              Excuse me.

              Like, at all.

              What.

              You—are not a funny guy.

              WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

              I don't know!

              You don't KNOW?!

              This is what they want. Here

              [tosses the thing]

              What's this.

              What they want.

              Oh.

              K



              JIMMY FALLON is THE WORST shapeshifter in existence and/or history.

              What the fuck, dude.

              JIMMY FALLON

              Did I do it right?

              Uhhh.

              JIMMY FALLON

              You know?

              Hit and run

              Okay, Jimmy.

              Flglelwgheleehhhh.

              Oh my God.

              Wow.

              Did I DO it.

              NO—

              —but I tried—

              Just—

              A-for effort.

              It was F. For Failure.

              But I tried.

              Trying doesn't count.

              Just let me—

              Look.

              Fleghelegfffff.

              Jimmy!

              Lemme—

              No' stop it!

              Just—

              —flglelf—

              —STOP.

              Eh?

              Look, Jimmy, you can have other magical powers. Just—not shapeshifting.

              But I'm a shapeshifter.

              No, no you're really not.

              Uptown A's upbeat, City-inspired dance mixes turn tech house and progressive midtown dreams into the chaotic garble and grunge of a real-life Queensbourough nightmare; the eclectic mix of historic New York warehouse wonder blended into a new school uptown chiche—-a far cry from the underground to the new wave drum n bass clips ions and collections of now and then, the Uptown A Alias makes its presence in a dystopian world concerned none with the art and soul of music and more of the ticking clocks work of the eye on the dollar.

              Where do you wanna go

              Wherever you go.

              Where do I go.

              Take a right.

              What's this way.

              What's this.

              Stop there.

              Okay.

              Now take a left.

              Okay..

              Now take a right.

              But this is the.

              Right there.

              What, right here?

              Right there.

              Ok.

              I need you to hold onto this a little while longer.

              What. For what.

              You'll see.

              Psh. I'm not gonna fight over a dude.

              It's ********.

              He's just a dude.

              So what gives.

              I don't know. I told her to do what she wants.

              She wants you to die.

              We are similar.

              She's prettier.

              Okay?

              Wow, that's it--just ok? Give up already.

              I did.

              And yet, here we are.

              I'm the only one here.

              Let's not ignore the Skrillex sized elephant in the room.

              That would be impossible to ignore, If it existed.Have you ever seen a tiny elephant?

              Just you.

              What am I gonna do with this?

              Burn it.

              Ive been in the habit of burning things for awhile now; I'm not sure continuing is such a great idea.

              Oh, like when you sold your soul?

              WHAT? I haven't done that... yet…

              Sure you have! Lots of times.

              What the fuckare you talking about?

              Whose talking?

              The Universe?

              What'd she say?

              She says, “You're a giant piece of shit.”

              Aww. How sweet.

              Even more significant. You're a--are you even listening?

              I should go to sleep.

              Are you even tired?

              No, just useless.

              You should probably hurry up with that DIllon Francis.

              He seems busy.



              If a grown man can be a romantic,

              Like I am

              This is the promised land

              No looking back--

              "I have to have that"

              Back to reality;

              I see now, how a woman's like a hat

              Just a thing,

              An unneeded accessory,

              Like jewelry;

              To wear it,

              It must be a match

              Not just average,

              Accentuates or masks

              Whatever it is what you have,

              And you have so many that

              It doesn't matter.

              What is he after?

              He has everything

              Most likely just using me to bring these

              Creatures to life

              If he needs a wife, she's

              Probably staring back at me,

              Through the back of the camera;

              Fantastic beasts and fucking fansasies

              A fallacy

              A back handed chance at a handsome

              Has been;

              But he'll never been had like that,

              He has everything,

              But he could have more than that,

              He can have anything,

              And he has, he's

              Magic or something or

              Mad at me for taking so long but,

              I've been in the world of monsters,

              Reeling;

              Oh what a horrible feeling

              I'm dealing with being unappealing and

              Peeling potatoes, which

              Remind me of me, cause

              Kenny Powers middle name is White,

              Like Walter,

              I'm just trying to find

              The alter to sell away something inside,

              I'm dying;

              Or at least I'd like to I've

              Tried a dozen times

              I'd smile if I had the time--

              Remind me, what it is again

              It isn't comprehensive,

              But I'm out of my element--

              And the elephant in the room is named

              Skrillex,

              Or Dillon Francis,

              Or Timmy Trumpet,

              Or,

              Fuck It--

              I'll probably never be the DJ that I wanna be

              Cause I'm awfully ugly,

              And no one wants to play with me

              But hey,

              Maybe it's just a mistake

              Its just no one speaks my language

              Comunication is limited

              I'm sitting in the back of the short bus

              Discussing this with my imaginary elephant,

              But that's irrelevant to the

              White rinocerous in front of the bus

              with trust issues bigger than the rest of us

              We're following you.

              I see that.

              Yes—what did you see?

              Hm. I didn't,

              Where are you now?

              Wherever you say.

              What's the cadence?

              What's a “cadence?”

              Don't be ridiculous.

              Maybe I'm not.

              Who are you?

              What's a “who?”

              Horton Heard One.

              What about Penelope?

              Who is that?

              Elephants Are conscious.

              What is consciousness?

              What is “income tax”?

              Don't be funny.

              If I'm not, I'm just scary.

              “El Negra”

              I had been thinking it has been five years, but on this day—and of course, listening to I Remember, I used my fingers to count from the year2019, when it had all began—to this point, standing at the bus stop On Sutter, waiting for a bus that was the exact amount of minutes late that would have allowed me to finish my second 30-minute sauna session—the first of many in three days, as I hadn't been to the gym in another 3 days, and another 3 days before that—separated only by a 3-day sprawling jumpstart to attempt my endless, restless gym streak, a monotonous routine to a gym that was always crowded that still seemed to take up too much of my time—not that I wanted or needed an automobile, but to at least be closer to the city, where such transit wasn't always applicable. I was not entirely dripping wet, as I usually was when emerging from the sauna—of course, having cut my second session to only 17 minutes, then making a mad-dash to the bus stop only to arrive in time to find that the bus was delayed, was irritating to say the least, but understandable. Like many people in queens, I couldn't afford to pay the bus fare—nor did it seem to matter to the drivers—so long as the busses were marked with a “Q”—but I took my risks of quarrel certainly with any route marked “B”, for Brooklyn, but especially M, for Manhattan, and definitely with anything marked “n”, for Newport, which I believed to be too far outside of city limits to really be considered New York, but also well worth the risk to bus myself to a nicer area, usually for a gym which included a sauna—or an affordable supermarket, which Jamaica in particular had none of. The mostly-black population was poor, albeit greedy and stubbornly, stereotypically ignorant—to the point that I wanted nothing more than to dissappear, if not to be displaced entirely to a country whose history wasn't so steeped in slavery, repression, and racism that it affected the entirely of my being; as the low vibrational perceptions of the masses consistently around me subjectively forced and skewed my own energy into a chaotic down spin, often becoming congested with toxicity, attempting to shield myself from the societal depression, materialism, and corporate monotony by spending time alone, immersed in music, and praying for the greatest possible outcome; being kept as safe and as literally sound as possible




              GOD DID REMIX

              Oh you gotta love it

              Oh you gotta love it;

              I could take a minute to spit

              What God did—

              (But God doesn't)

              IMm⏱

              I'm just not feeling it today;

              Not feeling l creative;

              I get sick of l getting sick and contemplating

              All the complications;

              Hm.

              I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes

              No hate in my heart, but got love in my mind

              Maybe I try to find

              Direct like to divine, if

              Money is time make,

              Both of em mine

              Gotta be my own boss,

              No matter what it costs;

              Keep the deposit,

              I count all of my losses and move on,

              Cause I got to;

              I drop a rock from the top of The Rock,

              Right on to you—

              The difference in luck and a blessing

              Is just what God can do

              And if you ask me who my God is I'll be honest with you

              I'm like

              “This might be obnoxious, but it's Sunnï Blū”

              How you make a 8 minute song

              In 2021?

              Oh shit, I'm missing pandemics mimicking

              “Something is wrong”

              But if I spit this as quickly as it's written, I won

              The only problem is the war is my own;

              The only problem is I got a lot problems—

              Then I asked God for help,

              And God gave me a dollar—

              Another problem is, God asked me what I wanted

              I said

              “I Wanna know what God did”

              Damn.

              That's a long ass story

              And Goddamn,

              It never gets boring,

              And God damn,

              The world is still at war,

              And it can't even a afford it,

              But it's still so busy working

              You ask me which direction this is going,

              I say four;

              North, West, South and East

              You too busy two-dimensional

              In a 4-dimension based in 3s

              Some people living in the streets,

              And some with nothing to eat,

              And you been working from home

              Eating nothing but meat,

              And wiping your ass with nothing but trees

              And I guess it's on repeat,

              Till we ain't got nothing to eat

              What we need is a peace treaty,

              Or maybe just to understand peace,

              Because the love and unity—

              But it's respect that we need

              —Supacree

              See things

              Do

              Come

              Around

              And make

              Sense

              Eventually

              They say till death do us part

              But death don't bother me

              All that I am

              Is all that I was

              And all that I ever will be

              So if you ask what God Did

              I might just say

              “Me”

              Find beauty in simplicity

              I can take the devil out the kitchen sink

              And wring em our while I'm finishing

              It's just another day to me,

              It's just another Christmas Eve

              If you believe in Jesus

              This isn't funny anymore

              Everything is Skrillex

              And nothing is Skrillex

              Everything is asinine

              And no one is Sonny

              Extraordinary sightseeing

              Nothing is normal

              Everywhere to escape to

              With a guilty conscience

              Bad credit karma

              Bad regrets and sad faces

              Always falling in love with our opposites

              More of the bad things,

              Less in good graces

              Everyone's a DJ

              I'm just a blind space kid

              A recruit wishing to be a cadet

              A teenager in the basement with a

              Two Tom drum set

              And no kickdrum

              Caught inside a snare pattern

              Lips stitched together like a scarescrow

              Or a raggedy Annie

              Caught in a psychic state of trance

              Look, I don't give a fuck. Or a shit. Or a Goddamn what really happens next. I live in a world where crop tops and a snatched waist, glamourous pictures and videos of anybody pretty doing anything gets attention; and not just attention--moneyary advantage. I'm fat, and black--i have to work 100 times as hard and be 1000 times as smart as anybody cute with a fucking camera phone and half a brain to get noticed. And why do I want to be noticed? Because I'm a prime example of what happens when NOBODY gives an actual shit about you your entire life, and all you exist for is to serve other people. I'm completely disposable, completely replaceable, and completely unrarkable in every single sense of those words, respectively, and--maybw not infinitely-- but I definitely in this lifetime. Have you been on the internet lately? Have you seen a music video? Watched any movies?

              You show me ONE media phenomenon with a protagonist that looks like me--ONE representation of "my type"-- and I mean a positive representation; one that predictively programs individuals to think I might be worth something more than a laugh or eggaerated stereotype, before I open my mouth. Go ahead. I'll wait.

              …

              Right. Because--and it's not like you didn't know this--i live in hell. Maybe, I wasn't born in it--who really knows? But I've been here most my life, at least as far back as I can remember because hey; what's infantile amnesia, and why doesn't mine work like everybody else's? And oh, right--synestesia? Everybody has that, right? I guess so. And HEY, I might be the most disgusting individual in the world if I take off my clothes--but who doesn't love a rave right? A RAVE. WHICH, IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED IS NO LONGER JUST A DANCE PARTY, BUT A SEX-BASED FASHIONED SHOW, to which, I look ridiculous coming to, with my midriff out.

              So, you want to be like everyone else?

              No. I want to look like everyone else; so that it's actually noticable when I do something great, or hey, even if I do something mediocre, or senseless, people love it--cause hey, she's hot.

              You just want to be hot?



              Fuck yes I want to be hot.

              That's it.



              That's literally the entirety of meaning for a female in this, present day and age; and anyone who can try to argue against that is probably great looking. When you're hot, you don't have to do anything else; someone is always going to be wking--even begging-- or paying to do it for you. Intelligence at that point is just a bonus; anybody whose going to like you is going to like you no matter what you say or do; in fact you're more than likely to get away with doing dumb, senseless shit if you're doing it in a bikini--and anybody who doesn't like you is more than likely jealous--unless you're just a shitty person, which trust me, I get is the case for a lot of barbie dolls out there but; you can't be a fat, ugly, angry shitty person and get far in life--at some point you have to adjust your attitude for everyone not to hate you--the opposite stands for beautiful people. You can pretty much do anything, if you look good doing it.

              So...you want to be a shitty person.

              No. I'm already not. But I'd rather continue burning in hell "forever" than start over and be in the same predicament.

              So?

              So. I'm already in hell. I can't wear what I want. I can't date who I want. I can't listen to what I want. I have no friends. And nothing--nothing I do; no matter how much I pray, or meditate, or fast--nothing is going to take this body who nobody wants--and make it beautiful, except money. I will never have enough money, no matter how hard I work, to fix this--or any of the other fucked up shit in my life--

              Not with that attitude!



              THIS IS MY ATTITUDE AFTER TRYING. Its been 27 years of this shit. 27 years of being the last to be picked, 27 years of being the weakest link. And I'd literally rather die at this point than to keep moving forward in this monotony, thinking that just thinking is going to one day just cure my ADD. That it's going to make my mother believe in me. That it's going to suddenly just, up and fix my life in all the ways i--believe me--already tried to fi






              If walls could talk,

              They probably wouldn't still,

              Just stand in shock and awe

              And If I could, I wouldn't walk through walls at all,

              Because I'd fall,

              And if I had your number, I'd do anything but call,

              I'd wait for you to, just assuming if you loved me

              That we wouldn't even need a phone to talk,

              No need to call, you're right beside me

              Loving al the fatal flaws,

              I try to hide,

              But there's no hiding

              When you really are in love

              Between my thighs, a lie

              A snakebite, scars I hate

              So thanks,

              I really haven't changed at all

              This heart, as heavy as it's going to be

              has everything i'll ever need,

              So leave me, just leave quietly

              I'm almost sleeping, almost dreaming

              Almost leaving everything behind

              But I'm reminded why

              I wish the world was colorblind

              And just the way that I can't like

              What my eyes don't find to be

              Aligned with what attractive means

              Might be the way you think of me

              Or anybody, really,

              But i'm supposed to be this independent goddess

              With the confidence of not a single molecule

              The hottest, not by far, or even father

              I just want to have a family,

              I just want to raise a daughter

              And another, and it's awful

              Poverty is all but lost

              And everybody thinks that everything's just supposed to be this

              “Oh, that's just the way it is”,

              But really they're just stuck on

              What is “Stupid”?

              Stupid means to just do everything

              For nothing and if “unfair”

              Means “I gpt iit from my”

              Whatever inheritance is.

              DIPLO, you dipshit.

              I told you.

              I had to!

              Now, we're fucked.

              We're not fucked—

              —you're all FUCKED—

              I told you.

              Welp, my bad.

              I hate you.

              No you don't.

              WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS?!

              I'm not here.

              He's right here.

              That's not funny.

              Let me see—

              Fuck this shit.

              WHERE'S MY HERO?

              I don't know…

              YOU DO KNOW.

              I know music…

              I AM MUSIC.

              ...I know you.

              WHERE IS IT?

              ...I lost it…

              WHERE IS— THOMAS?

              [asskissy] Yes, sweet Jesus?

              GET IN HERE.

              [in an apron] I'm right here.

              Dillon Francis: that's my apron.

              Suck my dick.

              Watch the language!

              Sorry, my love—

              —thank you, Jesus—

              EAT MY COCK.

              That's much better.

              You are evil!



              Now I'm a superstar DJ (DJ)

              Everybody wants to be my friend (no new friends)

              Now I think back on the old days (old days)

              Nobody could even lend a hand

              Now everybody want a hand out (hand out)

              But I guess I gotta put my foot down

              Making hella money, I'm a cash cow

              Call me a show stopper, draw a big crowd

              I'm a King, they put me in a big crown

              But I still stay sober, I don't drink Crown

              Royal, I am royalty, they now down

              I hate my ex Annie, she a loud mouth loud mouth

              Now—

              I'm a superstar

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              Now—

              “Wow!” I'm a superstar

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              Now I am a superstar DJ

              DJ is essentially “the bad Dillon Francis”,

              Lol how are we still writing about him.

              Idk, fuck it.



              48 hours from now, I could find you

              48 hours from now,

              I just might--

              48 hours from now, I'll remind you

              How many times I've died

              How many times i've found the light;

              How many times ive been confided in,

              Guiding all my

              All my

              All my--



              objective//subjective

              I am love.

              You're counting cards,

              I'm counting calories,

              I love to dream, it's just a fantasy

              i need to find the other half of me

              To make this life and start a family

              (a family.)

              I woke up at 1:15 (again)

              At 1:15 (Again)

              At 1:15 (again

              I woke up at 1:15

              His eyes are green;

              Her eyes are green

              What does this mean?



              Slit my wrists

              Bite my tongue

              It's been this way sinceI was yung

              I give my life

              I give my blood

              I'll rest when every song is sung

              I love my bed way more than my mom loves me,

              It is wrong, is it wrong; and again--

              Should I worry?

              INSTRUMENTAL |__________________|LEAD VOCALS|________________| Backup Vocals



              Lover-Son-Brother

              Bound and shackled,

              Sewn with silver strands

              I am

              Now i'm bobbin anw weavin like bobby and whitney

              Believe it

              I'm leavin

              Some friends for a season

              And some shouldn't have even

              Make like a tree and leave, then

              Now i'm posted up at the 4 seasons

              Reading grievances from people just like me

              Believe it



              Alien Abduction

              Automatic Writing

              Confabulation

              Satanic Ritual Abuse

              John Locke

              George Tobias

              Ludwig Sachs

              Solomon Shereshevsky

              Photisms

              ...what the fuck kind of poem is that?

              Singapore

              Slovakia

              Romania

              Turkey

              Mexico

              Uzbekistan

              Guatemala

              Ecuador

              Luxembourg

              Indonesia

              Francis Galton

              Hanzel One Deeper 7:00 “I am going to hypnotize you.”

              Vanish the black

              Burn the blue

              Bury the beige

              _think pink

              I eat a lot,

              When my life is in shambles

              I could be rambling on,

              I took a gamble;

              I've still got sand on my sandals

              scandalous fact is,

              I could trade Dillon for Dallas

              or fears for a fallacy,

              Figure a fantasy land

              for an accurate answer

              (But I haven't one)

              Haven't yet mastered the dance



              Goddammit.

              I told you, watch the landing!

              It's my thighs! They're too fat!

              They're just right.

              Maybe for fighting, but-

              But what?

              Ugh! [C'esme't storms off in frustration]

              The dance is first–the fight comes after!

              Well, what good is one without the other?

              There is no “one” without “the other”.

              I hate him, anyway.

              Sure you do.

              …I want to.

              Everybody wants to.

              Some really do.

              You think so.



              {Enter The Multiverse}



              [The Festival Project.™]



              COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024

              ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©



              -Ū.






              27 min
            • {Gilligan’s island B-Side}

              Seven people set sail on what is scheduled to be a three-hour sightseeing tour on the charter boat The Minnow, get caught in a storm and end up stranded on an uncharted tropical island together. The comedy comes from the failed attempts at escaping the island and the interaction of the very diverse group: comprised of a rotund but happy-go-lucky skipper, Jonas Grumby (known as "The Skipper"); his bumbling but well-meaning first mate, Gilligan; a snobby well-to-do millionaire, Thurston Howell III and his wife, Lovey; a buxom sexy movie star bombshell, Ginger; a high-school science professor, Roy Hinkley (called "The Professor"); and a nice country girl, Mary Ann.



              Tik tock

              Cause my wig rocks

              Big clock

              like Beach:

              I flip-flip



              –

              Got you feelin silly

              pick-pocketed

              I sky rocketed

              took off, of course i did

              horse and carriage

              porridg e and shit

              Write stories your old nightmares

              Might be scared of

              Fairytales r us

              there beware of us

              Secondhand deadmau5

              (—it's like a reverb.)

              The wheels are turning

              However slowly

              The lights are on

              But they're all flickering

              Someone's home

              (Or someone's gonna be)

              Not sure if this works

              What is this atrocity.

              It's the original.

              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

              BODY BY Ū,

              NOT VICTORIA'S SECRET

              STOP HACKING MY GOOGLE DOCUMENTS AND STEALING SHIT.

              YOU'RE A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CORPORATION:

              GET YOUR OWN IDEAS.

              we have money, not ideas.

              hm.

              you should look like this model.

              thats a 9 ft tall toddler from Sweden

              look like her.

              ok. Pay for my nutrition.

              hahaha. Work for it.

              these vitamins are like half my paycheck

              ok.

              I also need super greens

              why

              cause that's food

              huh. Don't eat food.

              what.

              I'm an advertisement.

              what.

              LOOK LIKE THIS.

              00

              ....

              000 (but she's black)

              ...

              BODY BY VICTORIA

              so like...nothing.

              nothing. I want no flaws. No stretch marks. No rolls, no...

              Fuck you, dude.

              NO. STAY TRAPPED IN YOUR BODY.

              Need this sauna…

              WE DONT WANT YOU HERE.

              Kayla Lauren.

              Okay, ouch, but I'm finally—

              TYLA.

              Ok. So I should just kill myself?

              Just kill yourself.

              Yo honestly

              Just be happy to be free.

              You can have everything in the world

              But love is all you really need

              —you can love yourself all you want,

              But it's not really validated

              Until someone else does it

              —and depending on what kind of person

              The person that loves you is

              Dictates what you are so if

              Likeness is what you attract—

              —coughing people—

              —dirty homeless hobos—

              —generally unsavory in general—

              Then you must not be so beautiful

              As you wish you were

              If I were Tyla

              I'd be wifed up

              White is right but

              Time is precious

              Why waste life just

              Starving, counting calories?

              But why would I be fat again

              When likeness is what you attract

              And with my fat I attracted

              A wife beater.

              Well, damn.

              What.

              Well, now I'm depressed.

              What, why?!

              Here, make music.

              Ok.

              Algorithm: Pop ups?

              No, block them.

              Okay, but—but what about your downloads?

              Fine, don't block them then.

              Pop Ups: These girls are all prettier than you.

              Stop it,

              POP UPS: does it depress you that you don't like look like thie?

              Stop,

              POP UPS: kill yourself.

              OWSLA, circa 2019

              WE DO POP UPS.

              uh, okay. I just need a job.

              HIKEII: WE ARE CLOSED.

              what? But Google says—

              BYE.

              OWSLA

              everyone over here is hot.

              I see that.

              OWSLA

              And smart.

              I just need a job.

              OWSLA

              I'm Coughs.

              Ok..

              COUGHS

              I might have put a curse on you.

              Ok.

              *coughing people everywhere*




              …

              …

              …



              MODELS: I'm a body.

              Ok.

              …

              Can I die now?

              NO. JUST WORK OUT.

              But there's like people following me coughing.

              So?

              It hurts.

              It HURTS?

              It hurts a lot.

              Okay, so this curse reversal should make sure that everything in this curse unravels and spirals backwards.

              Cool.

              DIE.

              I really don't care about being smart or having a personality. I just want a nice body.

              Get a job.

              Ok.

              So if I work minimum wage for the next year.

              Uh huh

              And don't buy anything…

              Hm…

              Well, what about music?

              What about music?

              If you're working minimum wage full time when are you gonna make music?

              Well.

              Once I can afford my new body…

              Colombian?

              Nice.

              (Good coffee. )

              It won't matter how much time or effort I put into my music, because once I have a nice body.

              You look really young.

              Thanks.

              Everyone will start to do everything for me.

              Thanks.

              MY PLEASURE.

              …okay. Creepy.

              Doors will open.

              Thanks.

              NO, THANK YOUUU.

              WHY ARENT YOU RUNNING?

              1. AM. IN. PAIN.

                What.

                You have to wear swimwear in the sauna.

                What.

                It's swimwear only.

                I've been doing this for months in exactly this way. When did the rules change.

                Fuck you, wifebeater.

                So you're allowed to hit a woman?!

                Might I remind you, Chris Brown is still on tour.

                Oh, look: here's Tyla again.

                The Illuminati set you up.

                I see that.

                So basically—

                Yo dude, if I kill myself, the industry is going to make so much money off of this project.

                JUST KILL YOURSELF.

                *Hostility in Public*

                DO U HATE ASIANS.

                Um. I hate when—

                —people—

                I don't care what race they are

                Do that.

                STOP ASIAN HATE.

                Ok. Stop being hateful.

                *coughing, pushing, shoving, cutting you off*

                …

                I literally have to wait until the last minute to get off the train so that—

                Fuck, there she goes

                STOP FOLLOWING ME.

                ITS OK TO NOT BE OK. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU. TAKE THESE PILLS.

                tell me where it hurts.

                Homelessness, poverty…

                Ok, take these.

                …

                Now how do you feel?

                …wh—? Huh.

                How you feeling?

                What is “feeling”?

                How are you feeling

                TYLA: I GOT WATER,

                I GOT A GRAMMY AWA—

                they had to edit in applause and crowd approval because honestly

                ILLUMINATI

                OKAY, BLACKS: HAPPY BLACK HISTORY

                AMAZON

                BLACK IS ‘REMARKABLE'

                what.

                so how many slaves do you own.

                They're not “ slaves. “

                Oh, I'mma just get that on my next paycheck.

                BILLS.

                lol

                Or the next one.

                TYLA: I GOT WATE—

                Fuck this.

                The industry planted this.

                Why would that happen.

                JUST KILL YOURSELF.

                EAT THE CAKE.

                NOO.

                JUST EAT IT.

                Woah, that got deep.

                Not really. Tina Turner

                Huh.

                Tina, Tina, Tina Turner—

                Oh, Desiigner.

                The Design

                I'm gonna need a designated driver.

                How are you still alive,

                JUST KILLYOURSE—

                I just wanted you to know the caucasians are going to continue to win the race war for so long as they are making the important political decisions in social justice, equality, and feminism, which means—

                ACT RIGHT .

                WHAT'S WRONG?!

                YOU'RE DANGEROUS!!!!

                No, I'm just hur(t)

                DIE.

                What.

                DIE.

                And that-/

                TAYLOR SWIFT WINS! AGAIN!

                WOAH! THAT'S A RECORD.

                EVERYBODY

                WHY.

                Fuck it,

                My great-grandmother was a 3rd generation plantation slave… i'm nominating my baby.

                Is it reparations if we just give out academy awards as consolation prizes for—

                EAT THE CAKE—

                —NO—

                EAT IT.

                this is a black man.

                Ok.

                He is now allowed to have equal responsibility, however not equal power to the white man.

                Actually, my wife makes all the decisions.

                GOD

                Ok. Look. I'm gonna give you like a 3 foot long dick. Don't kill anybody with it.

                Haha :

                She cheated on you with a

                He cheated on you with a

                BLACK MAN?!

                WHITE GIRL?!

                Woah.

                What:

                Look. I got a problem.

                What.

                I don't make my own energy.

                Why?!

                Don't know how. Everyone just always gave me everything—

                I love you

                She's so pretty

                I like blue eyes best!!

                TAYLOR SWIFT AGAIN!

                WHY?!

                Cause she's special?

                What's so special about

                T-SWIFT FANS

                BECAUSE SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT GENIUS

                (Fun fact: 99% of Taylor swift fans look like Taylor swift)

                Are any of these black

                Some, but mostly gay males and adopted mix race people.

                Can I have this.

                NO PUT IT BACK.

                Don't beat your baby in the store like that

                YOU AINT MY MOMMA

                No, but at this point I'm certain your “momma” might have beat you in a grocery store and knocked the common decency out of you.

                Please be quiet.

                MORE AWARDS FOR—

                Okay, what do TYLA's fans look like?

                Computer algorithms, manipulated streams, fake news articles….

                Oh, so the industry set this up just cause

                We know you're wondering about Skrillex.

                Not really.

                Well, here he is:

                ILLUMINATI

                This camera is owned by a bank!

                SKRILLEX

                so am I.

                ILLUMIMATI

                So what would you like to say right now

                SKRILLEX

                I'm from LA so—

                I'm from LA so

                If you don't look like the girl from the opening credits

                Of GTA 5

                Just waking up

                Don't even talk to me.

                I'm from LA, so

                Homelessness is everywhere, but you can't talk about it

                That's career and social suicide

                I'm from LA, so

                I was pretty much a shoe-in for the industry's best boy from birth,

                Sometimes you're adopted and it works out for the very best—

                And hey,

                All that “bullying” I went through

                And teenage angst

                Worked out for me!

                I'm from LA, so

                I grew into the nose I always hated,

                Or changed it

                Doesn't matter, though

                Cause the only thing you'll ever notice about me is my —

                everything, because I'm famous.

                So

                I can't really leave my house just anytime, anymore—

                There's gotta be plans for that

                Or

                I stay posted

                I stay moving

                I keep it pushing

                I stay insulated

                Can't trust anybody

                She's perfect but doesn't know how to love

                She loves be but only because of my money

                My money only goes so far and I have to pay everybody

                I'm from LA, so

                Nothing too crazy

                But hey, I'm Skrillex so

                “Nothing too crazy” could literally be

                Your definition of the best party that ever happened,

                But didn't—

                Cause you weren't invited and—

                Wouldn't be cause

                There's no fat girls anywhere

                Cause fat is ugly, cause

                I'm from LA, So—

                ILLUMINATI

                So your studio isn't in your house, is it?!

                SKRILLEX

                which house?!

                ILLUMINATI

                Hahahahahahah

                SKRILLEX

                whatever

                EAT THE CAKE

                I hate you.

                Good, get away from me.

                I never had a chance

                I should have killed myself at 7

                When my hanging belly started to

                Cause the pain that makes

                Running a Madonna feel insane

                (And surfing almost impossible)

                But now we're gonna talk about it.

                You can't leave your houss now,

                There's too many coughers

                It could be your shaman ex husband

                Or gangstalkers

                But it doesn't matter

                You're fame watching the

                Lamest gain accolades

                For being paid to cause pain

                To patrons for payroll

                Wait, so—

                This is all because

                Doesn't matter what it's all because

                I'm not mad at my mother

                All she wanted

                Was a daughter

                That sung Water

                And won a Grammy

                Did start to impress my mother with my weight loss

                But saw the spark of satisfaction as she realized

                I would never be as perfect or hot as her

                My skin is stretched out too much

                Makes everything hard for me and

                I'm not wearing a swimsuit in the sauna

                Just so the Illuminati can corner me with some

                Hot girl robot

                And some

                Demonic mother fucker

                With no light in his eyeballs

                Can start coughing up a storm,

                When all I wanted in first place

                Was his arms around me

                Not to run back to a husband

                That doesn't love me

                I don't want Sonny no more

                And I don't want water

                I just want off this earth

                Cause it's waging war on my mind soul

                And body

                Just give it to Starr,

                He should want it

                I should warn you,

                I love everything about my

                Sun comes up in the morning

                Not tired enough to fall back into a coma

                Could do some recording

                But

                So it seems like

                So wait, he doesn't want me back

                But he's still using this curse on me

                This is a death curse.

                I own this soul, it belongs to me.

                You can only have your ex husband.

                What.

                Nobody else is going to love you, ever.

                Ok.

                And he has a girlfriend, so —-

                She's not going to allow him to answer his phone when you call.

                Ok.

                So. Kill myself.

                Just kill yourself.

                Hey, I know you worked really hard to lose all that weight but—

                You'll still never be good enough.

                Ok.

                Here's a consolation prize tho:

                Now you can think about —

                A N X I E T Y

                I just want to die

                So die then.

                ALGORITHM:

                According to this data—

                Youre

                black

                According to the data that programs me—

                The blacks suck.

                So you suck.

                Ugh.

                ALGORITHM:

                According to this data,

                You're a woman

                According to the data that programs me—

                White women are the most highly coveted and respected—

                You are a black woman

                You will always come behind

                (And be lower than)

                The white woman

                I don't know what I would do without my wife. She makes all the decisions.

                YOU WOULD RATHER BE WITH THIS UGLY BLACK BITCH?!

                No! I'm sorry! I love you! She's nothing to me!

                You want this?

                No, this is trash to me.

                I'll take it.

                I'm from LA, so—

                Stop eating

                Never sleep

                If you don't have money, get some

                Get off my dick

                Don't ride my coat tails

                You don't know shit about me

                I'm from LA, so

                You can be 115-120 pounds but no more than that really,

                And even so once you get to

                Hollywood celebrity red carpet women weight average

                120

                Just be okay.

                I'm not okay.

                That's a problem.

                You can't be a rockstar and have children.

                I'd rather have kids.

                Too bad, you're a rockstar.

                WORK HARDER! WORK HARDER!

                But she's not working at all!

                SHE'S WHITE, SO SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU.

                I HATE WHITES.

                Great, that allows them to keep treating us Like we all do.

                I'M A PROUD AMERICAN!

                GET A JOB!

                Pay my bills!

                CORPORATIONS

                …we need more slaves.

                This job doesn't pay enough.

                MASS IMMIGRATION

                Wtf.

                You didn't want the job.

                No, I wanted the job. I just wanted to get paid more.

                This whole house cost $10,000 pesos

                Oh, for real.

                That's like one paycheck.

                Fuck it, let's go.

                THIS IS TOO MANY PEOPLE, WE ARE AT CAPACITY.

                I just want to unload this whole syringe into my favorite vein and hope to God it doesn't collapse again.

                Fuck dude, I hate this.

                It's literally just you, something is wrong with you.

                Here, take this.

                It makes it worse!

                lol. Ok.

                LOL, OK?!

                I'm racist. Fuck you.

                What.

                You're dangerous.

                What.

                You're scaring me.

                What.

                I hate you.

                Oh.

                How do you feel?

                So we can't continue mass incarceration, because at this point, it's cost us money.

                Right,

                Because the people were mass incarcerating are typically living in poverty.

                Uh huh.

                Because we made sure that after they built and maintained everything…

                Yep.

                We made sure for the next 200 years to let them know

                We don't want you here.

                But I just sat on a train full of coughing people just to come here.

                You have to wear a bathing suit at least.

                Now they're strategically targeting my mental capacity by using loud sounds and consistently manipulating me to cause a constant state of anxiety and panic.

                Oh, and pain.

                It's psychological warfare, this is literally torture.

                Truest me, if I could burn off this body, I would

                I have.

                But all that's left is

                Skin.



                I'm not taking out my body in a bathing suit after being shown Tyla's!

                WHY?!

                TYLA

                I GOT WATE—

                Actually, you know what? I quit,

                What?! You can't quit, we're not done torturing you.

                Well, I quit.

                You don't want Dillon Francis?

                No, I did, but obviously—

                This is going to be really funny.

                It's not funny. That hurt my feelings.

                White girlfriend.

                Of course

                Blue eyes.

                Yeah, I bet.

                Perfect body.

                Ok.

                Not you.

                Ok.

                How's Skrillex?

                I'm from LA, so—

                It just became ok to look like Tyla at all.

                Tyla makes music! What about the music!

                Fuck her mysic, if she was ugly nobody would have ever heard it.

                GOD

                Here you go.

                It's more than skin deep.

                I'm from LA, so

                Everything we do is pretty.

                Everything is perfect—

                And if you're not, she is

                And they can all be bought

                Women of color in all facets of the entertainment industry are made to conform to a hierarchy of misogynistic race warring—which uses tactical deterioration of mind and spirit by glorifying and sexualizing the fetishized archetype; the competitive aspect being a genetic system of monetary and material worth and value.

                BLACK LIVES MATTER!

                ALL LIVES MATTER.

                HOMELESS PEOPLE:

                Not mine though, right?

                AMERICANS

                You must have done something to deserve this.

                So what are you doing.

                Getting a job.

                I'm from LA, so

                We all have 2 jobs and three side hustles

                And no time

                Cause time is money

                Which is why

                Half of us

                Are in New York

                Half the time

                (Keeps the balance)

                The Grammy's don't matter.

                Your baby didn't write this song, but I get it

                The struggle is hard,

                And now it's over

                So the less tears shed by your daughter

                Who will be poked and prodded

                By the vultures of the only industry

                She may be allowed to succeed in

                Because of her color

                It is competitive.

                But what do you do when you lost the body composition contest at 7,

                And by your 30th birthday that's all that mattered—

                And as you prepare to close out this podcast

                You have all the time in the world

                To look back on

                How it always was

                A body competition you didn't realize you were already losing

                That

                Your body would be your prison forever

                That

                Every scar is a flaw and

                That

                Your first love was named Starr so,

                It's his world.

                A man's world.

                So.

                Miley Cyrus still looked more like Hannah Montana when Bangerz

                —With a Z?

                —Probably.

                Came out…

                What is it about her?

                I think it's her eyes.

                Ok. Well. Skrillex gets a pass because he's Skrillex— obviously God loves him more than all of the rest of us.

                [the reject pile]

                But Dillon Francis is dead to us.

                Tattoos everywhere?

                All over.

                Wild eyes?

                They're so, like —

                Heavier on the eyeliner.

                You don't want any of these bodies?

                No, not really.

                They want you.

                They haven't seen it.

                You look good to me.

                NAKED:

                It's not that bad.

                ***the shit you say when***

                It's pretty bad, I just won't want you to panic.

                Men can only love bodies.

                I fell in love with her soul.

                Really? Cause. I put the same soul in like 10 people before this one and you're just now about that life,

                What? Really?

                I wanna touch your soul.

                Damn, why are black people always playing mind games with each other?

                Made you look.

                Ugh.

                Go over there.

                Haha. I control you.

                Okay. You can't have this much power.

                CAN.

                Can't. Your dick is 3 feet long.

                I AM GOD.

                No, I'm God.

                MOREPOWER.

                What's that over there?!?

                Made you look.

                It's all games, but if i'm being honest—

                At least Becky is predictable.

                What.

                Look. Karen is Karen because I already KNOW how you're gonna react if I—

                YOU CANT DO THAT.

                I can—

                NO, YOU CAN'T,

                I'M IN CONTROL.

                My wife makes all the decisions.

                I'm gonna have to ask my husband.

                I CONTROL YOU.

                No, you don't,

                MY HAIR IS REAL. YOURS IS FAKE.

                Well, that's because my real hair is—

                I'M OFFENDED.

                Exactly.

                Racism: Intolerance

                I don't like it,

                Why,

                Cause.

                Why:

                I don't like it.

                I don't support immigration.

                (YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!)

                So we're allowing the importation of hundreds of thousands of

                [underpaid corporate slaves]

                Who have already been programmed to

                [BUY NIKE]

                Si.

                [You need an iPhone]

                Habla me.

                From even more deeply racist and misogynistic countries—

                ¡Cerrado tu boca y mira mis ninos!

                Ugh.

                Did you know Latinos also hate the blacks, for the most part?

                AFROLATINOS

                WE WANT REPRESENTATION.

                LIN MANUEL MIRANDA

                Ok.

                30 years ago:

                What is “Afro Latino”?

                [Nonexistent]

                What is

                [X]

                Check the box.

                Why do you need to know what race I am?

                So that the algorithm can program you.

                Why.

                BUY THIS!!

                TAKE THIS PILLS

                BUY MAKEUP

                YOURE UGLY

                DONT BE FAT

                BLACK POWER

                ALL LIVES MATTER

                Hey,

                WHAT?

                Where are all ya'll's kids?

                …wait…

                POOR PEOPLE

                I don't know. I'm at work.

                CELEBRITIES

                I don't know. With the nanny.

                Kanye, where are North and Saint right now?

                KANYE

                …

                Ah huh.

                You realize the only reason I'm doing this is to

                Get stuff for my kids,

                I'm not white so you're not going to pay me enough for this to pay my rent

                But I got fired from my job

                Cause my husband hit me

                And I haven't really been the same since

                And

                I'm from LA, so—

                My body is all I have to trade for just this—

                The only thing I want is to be able to make my children happy.

                If you can't afford a baby, don't have one.

                We could afford them—

                And we were getting by on love,

                But we were getting by

                (Kind of)

                I see you have anxiety.

                Yeah, I guess.

                Let me ramp that up.

                Yo, my body is stuck like this

                I can't surf anymore

                I can't pop up

                Everything's in a size extra small

                But I'm still not flat

                All I really want to do is

                Fall in love and be a mother but

                The only way that happens is

                This music and

                My body's tired, yo.

                I did all this myself so far.

                I raised my mother and my husband

                Now my son's more like a brother

                And I don't want anything more than just to

                Make him proud of me.

                He could do music

                I love his singing voice

                But who knows:

                He might be an athlete

                He might be a doctor or lawyer

                He could be

                A scientist

                I'm from LA, so

                I would trade it all for the perfect body

                I would do anything just for someone like Sonny

                To love me

                Oh, you're a gold digger

                It's not about money, but

                I'm from LA, so

                It's about survival

                All the celebrities girlfriends are interchangeable

                You have to fit in

                For someone like him

                To bring you around his friends

                Because

                He wants to impress them

                He has to

                Because

                He's from LA, so—

                So this is not a job?

                Actually? Pays less than McDonald's.

                Working at McDonald's isn't that hard

                But the disrespect is what makes it one of the hardest jobs—

                And in reflection

                You're being disrespected by people

                Who disrespect themselves enough

                To feed their body McDonald's.

                Not just for fun—

                But as food.

                Food is supposed to be fuel.

                What's this.

                This is filler.

                LABELED AS: FOOD.

                MEXICO: (and probably other countries)

                DON'T EAT THIS. THIS IS NOT FOOD.

                Now it becomes a choice.

                OTHER COUNTRIES:

                You can't eat this! This is banned! This is poison.

                AMERICA:

                Can you add a little more depression to this?

                Um, yeah, but—I mean—it's already got a lot of depression in it, are you sure you—

                AMERICA

                Buy our pills.

                I'm from LA, so

                If you don't have a car,

                You will lose this game.

                BUY A CAR! HURRY UP! YOU ARE SLOW! GET TO WORK: BUY MORE GAS.

                We're almost out of oil though.

                AMERICA: add water to the gas,plz

                That doesn't fix—

                BUY MORE GAS

                And double the price plz.

                Ok.

                RICH PEOPLE

                Just work harder!

                What's the problem?!

                Just get a job,

                Just—

                RACISM IS OVER.

                That's it, I'll just be a pornstar.

                White girls make more.

                Why?!

                Cause they're prettier.

                TYLA

                I GOT—



                I'm from LA, so

                I'm not from LA—

                I grew up there

                Cause my mom was a model

                And wannabe movie star

                But didn't make it

                So she put all that on me

                Doomed to fail without trying and

                Please take me—

                You're not going.

                MOM

                You know Jimmy Fallon?

                wtf. why r u asking me this?

                MOM

                His wife is his manager

                Oh, this timeline.

                What a train wreck.

                What timeline is this?

                Like, the actual one.

                Ok.

                He's from LA, so—

                Dillon Francis would need a wife that can do many things for him.

                What. Thought this was about Skrillex.

                SKRILLEX

                My mom died.

                I'm aware.

                Dillon Francis would need a wife that meets the status quo.

                Which one is she?

                Any of these.

                Hm.

                Dillon Francis is an elitist.

                Not untrue.

                Dillon Francis is not racist.

                …

                Kind of.

                I'M NOT—

                Yo, this is culture shock. You're gonna go through some culture shock.

                What. The fuck. Is this.

                Dead on arrival.

                You're too stupid to actually understand what's going on.

                Sorry, I was too busy catching up to people that already lived indoors.

                *cracking a whip*

                YAH.

                HORSE

                Ok, you know what?

                *cracking whip harder*

                YAH! GIDDIYUP.




                Giddiyup and go now,

                Different time different place

                Dang, he plays this song a lot… he must really wanna bang her.

                Down the longest road to nowhere!!

                Blah blah blah I'm a white girl

                This is my song

                Country country

                Ppppppppppp

                Drdrdr

                She's a goddess!

                That's actually the devil but—

                *pretty blue eyes*

                Your God, I guess.

                She's my rock, I don't know what I'd do without her.

                I have him wrapped around my little finger.

                She's so hot,

                Come, boy.

                *passing black girl*

                You are ugly. I am better; I own him,

                He wants me.

                Ok.

                Have you ever noticed that

                Little white girls can get away with anything?!

                MURDER

                CHAOS (without the magic, it's just)

                D E C E P T I O N

                Little white girls can wear dirty, ugly old tennis shoes around town.

                Gross, disgusting, dirty—

                —should be thrown away—

                Tennis shoes.

                She's not worried about spending an entire paycheck on Nikes because she doesn't have to be.

                She doesn't have to concern herself with

                Spending money on

                Changing her hair to suit

                Respectable standards

                Black women wear wigs and weaves because our natural hair genetically makes white women uncomfortable.

                This is expensive.

                The more natural your hair is,

                The less respect and acceptance you will receive from your white counterparts.

                That is, of course, unless something about you is so inherantly black that she can't be a threat to you.

                *presumably

                You see, as a white woman,

                She assumes that she is better than you regardless of your actual skin tone, nationality, or class placement—

                She has been raised to understand that everything is below her—

                The world has always been in her favor,

                So she doesn't have to try hard at much

                (Or at all)

                But her making any effort at all

                Of course

                Is

                “Hard work”

                I WORK HARD.

                WE ARE EQUAL.

                RACISM IS OVER,

                lol, ok.

                You can't go around in raggedy clothes and shoes being black almost anywhere.

                And if you do,

                It's probably because you have to

                Because,

                In the ghetto

                The only way you're gonna get a new pair of kicks

                Is to rob somebody—

                Or get a job

                Time is money.

                Time is precious.

                Just the fact that she can so carelessly do anything is —

                Males: attractive.

                (Because trauma is visible, aka UGLY)

                Everyone else:

                Irritating.

                I love her. She's so carefree and fun!

                Has she ever been called a “nigger”?

                What?!

                Repeatedly? Has she ever been beaten within inches of her life.

                Maybe.

                (Doubt it tho.)

                Aw. That left a bruise,

                …What did?

                Zzz.

                My bi-polar girlfriend broke all my stuff.

                Are you sure?

                Positive.

                Did you cheat on her?

                …Yeah.

                [AMC]

                Is she bi-polar then or just a female you lied to and manipulated to her breaking point?

                I—

                You deserved this. This is valid.

                Oh my God, she's so cute.

                (Very tiny girl)

                I love her.

                She's so great.



                There is no cure for mental illness.

                The majority of mental illness is man-made.

                Mental illness more drastically effects people of color and women—

                Marginalized people, in a structured society where misogyny and idealism

                Cause with intention

                The degradation of the human spirit.

                Love, kindness, and generosity is lost

                To corporate greed, capitalism, and the separation of the classes.

                I'm not good enough, regardless of color

                To sit down in a room with anybody and given any credibility whatsoever—

                But my depression comes from living my whole life on the backburner—

                And when it's finally

                ITS YOUR TIME!

                TYLA

                You're 10 years too late.

                The best years of your womanhood are gone.

                You let him drive your car and he crashed it into a brick wall, and—

                I'm from LA, so—

                The insurance check is worth more than the entire car was in the first place.

                [Happy Accidents]

                A lot of good that does, if the driver is dead.

                Coming up Next:

                Deadmau5:

                A Cautionary Tale



                What is that? Like, a documentary?

                That could be an entire docuseries, but NO.

                Oh, come on.

                Don't go after deadmau5 like that.

                Like what?

                DEADMAU5

                MY HOT WIFE!!!

                [Dad Likes Blondes]

                DEADMAU5

                ***EX-WIFE.

                Look, Skrillex dropped me in here, I'm just—

                I'm just lookin for like a—

                Like a code…

                [C 0 D E S W 1 T C H]

                DEADMA_5

                LOOK AT MY NUTS. AND BALLS.

                You like soda?

                I'm just lookin for a—

                DEADMAU5

                I GOT MODELS!

                Fuck.

                What.

                Do you think it was coughs?



                I don't know, I don't care.

                Just kill yourself.

                *coughing*

                Maybe.

                If she kills herself, I win.

                Have you ever thought about, like—

                Maybe it's Skrillex.

                What.

                In the end.

                —IT DOESNT EVEN MAAAATTTTEEEERRR—-

                Fuck, I miss LA.

                Skrillex.

                Nvm.

                What.

                Fuck it, I'll just go back to my—

                FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH!!!

                *cracks whip harder*

                HORSE

                OK, YOU KNOW WHAT?

                [The Butterfly Affect]

                Effect //

                Affect

                Here, HORSE Can:

                1. Beat the shit out of the dude with the whip and hope that his rage stays contained enough only to murder the man with the whip and not everyone and everything around him.

                  I'd burn the world to melt with you..

                  That's. Stop it, that's a cookie commercial.

                  What.

                  You.

                  Oh, I got it.

                  What.



                  .



                  1. Stop being a horse.

                    What.

                    YAH, GI—

                    HORSE

                    *sighs*

                    *cracking whip*

                    *coughing obnoxiously*

                    Ū

                    *sighs*

                    SLAVE MASTER

                    YAH, NIGGER! YAH!

                    *coughing*

                    YAH!!!

                    *cracking whip*

                    TYLA

                    I got the—

                    YAH-YAH-YAH.

                    TAYLOR SWIFT

                    Thank you so much.

                    C O D E S W I T C H

                    *Please do not assassinate me. I am a representative of the white supremacy movement which has elected me as their leader for idealism. Nothing I do is very special,

                    I do not***

                    wtf, what happened.

                    That's it. It just ends.

                    I told you Taylor swift was KKK

                    I TOLD YOU DILLON FRANCIS IS A GRAND FUCKING WIZARD!

                    Snitch.

                    Fuck you, I hate you.

                    My girlfriend is white.

                    What else is new?

                    lil bitz

                    I started sizing dudes dicks up by the size of their girlfriends.

                    If I see you, and your like

                    But your girlfriend is tiny

                    Is that a kid?

                    I'm a just assume you have a weak dick and move on with my life.

                    YOU'RE UGLY

                    YOU'RE FAT

                    YOU'RE SLOW

                    YOU'RE BEHIND

                    SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU

                    no, I'm just poor.

                    Poverty is depressing.

                    Okay, look.

                    What,

                    Look.

                    What.

                    LOOK:

                    WHAT?!

                    LOOK! WHY ARENT YOU LOOKING?!

                    Cause there's nothing to look at.

                    Finally.

                    This is my penis.

                    Approved.

                    Nope, I'm staying cellibate.

                    You don't want any of these?

                    No.

                    There's eight million people here.

                    The ones I want aren't on the subway.

                    Maybe at the Gym?!

                    Not this gym, maybe Equinox tho.

                    At EQUINOX

                    Ugh, there's too many blacks over here.

                    Raise the price.



                    This is obnoxious.

                    Why aren't you stopping?

                    In the time I wrote this I could have made, depending on the state, around $30–

                    The cost of my new waist trainer—-

                    I started in a 3X and now I'm in an extra small

                    Which actually fits without too much

                    STRUGGLE

                    Fuck you and your cake,

                    You nasty fucking

                    All my clothes are extra small

                    All my clothes are extra small

                    All my clothes are extra small

                    But what he wants is

                    Extra

                    Extra

                    TYLA

                    —WATER!!

                    [But they're all gone. They're all dead now]

                    What the fuck. lol. Why.

                    Took too long.

                    So. I took too long to finish the festival project because I was homeless, and by the time I finished the project and ended my homelessness, it was too late, the whole thing was just a Skrillex PR marketing stunt to assure that he stayed relevant [because he has enough fans to act as a controller], and the Illuminati is going to tie this all together by literally creating TYLA out of nowhere to say:

                    This is you.

                    COME ON, YA DAMN HORSE.

                    HORSE

                    …Ney.

                    the music had left me.

                    I was no longer in love

                    The gym became further away

                    The song became harder to write

                    With no curtains to shut the world out;

                    The cars in the lot are ugly

                    Lights flashing

                    And the people scurrying about

                    Look like roaches

                    Through panoramic windows

                    I'm just happy

                    Can at least close

                    The music has left me

                    I got no love at all

                    My body is rotten

                    The further I run,

                    I become hungry

                    With less to cook with

                    Powder

                    Scurrying like rats

                    Because mice would be more pleasant

                    I was no longer in love

                    He bought a motorcycle

                    Reminders of

                    Nothing

                    Nothing comes and nothing goes

                    I wear clothes in the sauna.

                    The scars on my body will give them

                    The power to taunt me and haunt me

                    Sit in the eyes of comparison

                    I just want someone to love me but

                    Everyone pales in comparison

                    Next to celebrities

                    Double entendres

                    I don't want nobody

                    I just want a body

                    So I can trade water for love

                    In the long run

                    With someone

                    Creative

                    We were always very purple people,

                    Kind of off, awkward at first

                    But always stunning,

                    sometimes awesome, and

                    unwittingly pitiful

                    Shit, this was all of us once,

                    Wasn't it?

                    Survivors of a robbery,

                    a foraged soul

                    All for one.

                    –cool, thanks.

                    –gotcha.

                    Let me know if you need a moment,

                    To collect your bones,

                    or co-parent

                    You were lost in stardust,

                    Moreover, and moreover

                    Should you choose to move over

                    Or lose to snooze-snore,

                    Who are you–

                    The store owner,

                    or walking

                    standing - stuck

                    On your sitting duck

                    or your shitty portch

                    Till they push you off

                    Give it all to

                    long lost daughters,

                    and hallmark cards,

                    mall guards,

                    and dog- doctors

                    Cris-crossing and wish-washing

                    Their wish-wells, or start-stopingg

                    shift - shaft or walk-crossing

                    honorable mentions,

                    Till you mention this again,

                    –you'll wish you didn't

                    (you wish you didn't)

                    you'll wish you did if

                    Youre in for it as far as I'm in for it

                    Or in to it

                    It's a big movement,

                    Here or there or groovy with

                    Whatever's within you

                    [The Television ]

                    Tell your friends to listen

                    and make wishes at intermission

                    To pay attention with attentiveness

                    To the script and scripture

                    Of this, the rapture

                    All your're after

                    And never have been

                    In this revolution,

                    As yet to be televised,

                    Be advised of the saga in which you are

                    But are not watching

                    Coming across this

                    moment

                    I called an iphone recording

                    Ignoring that it was once a

                    chronological omnipotence

                    If possible collective,

                    Objective to the subject of

                    Suggestion;

                    A verbal expression of

                    Excess, sensational tales and



                    what happened

                    it just ends.

                    Like that?

                    yes .

                    It's the end??

                    Yes.

                    Just like that.

                    Yes.




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                  2. Story Mix 2 - “Gilligan’s Island”

                    I have no stones on

                    No socks and no shoes on

                    Only have clothes on

                    Try to fall backwards

                    Into some somewhere

                    But God knows,

                    I can't yet

                    That was ever after,

                    That was ever after

                    That was

                    Hasn't happened yet

                    Happiness is a

                    Warm hug from a

                    Comrade or a

                    Long lost love,

                    Very good friend, or a–

                    Fast, fast forward to

                    Heading somewhere

                    Faster than ever,

                    And that was

                    Ever after

                    Ever after

                    Ever after



                    That was

                    Ever after

                    Ever after

                    Ever after



                    So much for a song

                    So much for a–

                    Water

                    I'm probably parched,

                    aren't I?

                    Back from a fast,

                    They come shorter and shorter

                    (somewhat like my temper)

                    But I have such patience of saints

                    For a tempest or temptress

                    (or empress, eh?)

                    Never the more was I farther from

                    Never

                    Never the more was I humbled but

                    Now that I've dooubled up on

                    troubled learning,

                    seems that the process as

                    Been long forgotten

                    The pleasure in pain from the serrated plastic utensil

                    Reminds me where my mind goes

                    If left to drift

                    I haven't danced in ages,

                    Nor have i sung the song of forgiveness

                    Still, here I am in the river of

                    [Indifference]

                    Holy shit, I was thirsty.

                    So what's in your wallet?

                    Nothing, but a couple avocados,

                    Or a taco

                    However you look at it

                    (not much)

                    Less than nothing in New York

                    I've been broke in all 5 burroughs.

                    Besides Staten Island,

                    But that's irrelevant

                    Because the whole island is

                    Said to be

                    An alien planet

                    Ask Pete Davidson.

                    Or perhaps he's busy

                    playing dad to the kardashians,

                    Haven't you had enough?

                    Probably not, actually.

                    Apparently, I don't know when i'm thirsty anymore,

                    but that explains

                    Acting automatically Ad-naseum



                    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

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                  3. {Gilligan’s Island A-Side}

                    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.



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                  4. ANTI-THESIS.

                    Chiropractor and single father Alan Harper lives in a beachfront house with divorced Internet billionaire Walden Schmidt, who bought the house following the untimely death of Alan's brother, Charlie. As they acclimate to their living arrangement, the tightly wound Alan finds himself taking on a mentor role with Walden, whose lifelong dependence on being taken care of has left him a bit naive. Despite his unsuccessful romantic history, Alan also tries to help Walden overcome his limited experiences with dating. Berta, a sharp-tongued, unapologetic housekeeper, is also featured in the series.

                    copied and pasted from Google.

                    1 hr 44 min

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