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TRACK 03. gonzo.
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TRACK 04. kaskadia.
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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
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[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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beats by Ū.
Unreleased
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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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Wicked Game Chris Issac
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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.
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
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]
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
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.
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.
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.
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?
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:
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.
.
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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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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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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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.
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{Enter The Multiverse}
Origins: The Festival Project™ is a multi-genre, multi-dimensionally mystifying and magical multimedia series, set against the backdrop of modern dance music-- i.e.” rave” culture-- combined with historical and futuristic elements of science fiction and folklore-- across expansions of space-and-time, unifying with The Universal Consciousness in a multidimensional and explorative ensemble of Films, Episodic Series, Music Videos, Extended Playlists, and Concept Albums.
A perpetual symphony of artistic storytelling though a cavalcade of wonderful and whimsical characters along high-intensity, off-the-map adventures--showcased through Music, Film & Interactive Art Explorations--set upon the dreamlike actual reality of an unravelling fabric of time-and-space.
This explosive and expansive wave of enigmatic, chaos-colliding, charismatic [ and often comedic] kinetic energy, reflects a shared experience throughout all time in human connection; Journey beyond the unknown, to Worlds Within--and Without.
El Festival Project™ es una serie multimedia multigénero, multidimensionalmente desconcertante y mágica, ambientada en el contexto de la música dance moderna, es decir.” cultura rave”, combinada con elementos históricos y futuristas de la ciencia ficción y el folclore, a lo largo de expansiones de espacio y tiempo, unificándose con la Conciencia Universal en un conjunto multidimensional y exploratorio de películas, series episódicas, videos musicales, listas de reproducción extendidas, y álbumes conceptuales. Una sinfonía perpetua de narraciones artísticas a través de una cabalgata de personajes maravillosos y caprichosos a lo largo de aventuras fuera del mapa de alta intensidad, exhibidas a través de exploraciones de música, cine y arte interactivo, ambientadas en la realidad real de ensueño de un tejido del tiempo que se deshace. -y-espacio. Esta ola explosiva y expansiva de energía cinética enigmática, que choca con el caos, carismática [ya menudo cómica], refleja una experiencia compartida a lo largo de todos los tiempos en la conexión humana; Viaje más allá de lo desconocido, a los mundos internos y externos.