Okay—we're all adults here—
(Everyone nods, yesses in agreement)
—except deadmau5. He's like 5.
ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever.
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?
Brand new turnkey apartment
Post near, food floor all that
Way way higher than the fourth floor
Way way higher than your front door
How I've always been needed
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*morevgross, obnoxious coughing*
AAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I don't even believe the rain, these days
“We can make it rain”, he says
This one's closing, though
I'm bored with the world,
Like Marlboros and wrong boroughs,
But no long walks in the park,
I'm not there in the head;
I'm not a parent apparently, either—
Slight chance of a fight there,
A right wing, a left deer
Another dead bird on a wire
Why are there flamingos in the bellagio fountain?!
INT. THE VOID, KITCHEN. SUNLIGHT EVERYWHERE
BRYAN CRANSTON is scmoozing desperately to work his way into The Festival Project
No such thing as freedom, either
“Just take what you need”
A little relief in this bitch
A new release, maybe an EP or three
Make sure that s/he sees this
Please check your subscriptions
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.
I forget what the name of the game is
The fucked up thing was , the preworkout and the Skrillex hit at just about the same time.
Okay, first of all, this is pre-war Skrillex.
Don't be too proud of yourself
But this is where I cryy!
You know what happens if you don't cum?
Exactly. You know what happens if I don't cum?
Just make sure they're in my mouth when that happens.
Well, where do you belong?
I need you to be my girlfriend.
How much is he paying you?
Like a kajillion dollars.
His isn't fair. They're using Skrillex to provoke me.
—and I am never coming back.
Do you know who your audience is?
Everyone in The Oval Office.
The office of Public Affairs
Sirs Elton John and Paul McCartney, Respectively
Oh, did you just mean, like in this dimension?
This is enter the multiverse
He died. He's dead. Go away.
That's like 3 Skrillex songs already
You guys are gonna wake up the devil.
You know what you're doing.
You're summoning the devil
What are they up to down there?
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
“Have I been here before—
They know not what they do
They know not what they do!
I'm not on the bottom floor,
SO WHAT, you'll take the Empire State Building, AND THE EIFFEL TOWER,
BUT YOURE NOT GONNA TAKE THE ROCK?
YOURE GONNA TAKE THE ROCK!!
F—-K YOU, JIMMY FALLON, that's WHY.
Why's it cencored all of a sudden
Look, I can't talk to you.
I am WISHING you out of my existence.
That is it, Jimmy Fallon.
*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.
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!
THE WHOLE FOODS ALGORITHM
OOPS, we missed the exit.
GOD DAMMIT, FUCK YOU JIMMY FALLON.
We'll I had coffee with Bob Saget this morning.
Well, I certainly did something.
Oh shit, they're not looking for Ū.
They're looking for Uptown A.
Excuse me. I'm looking for “Uptown A”
Ok, okay, okay— I'll tell you what you want to know!
How do you know what I want to know?
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—
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?
This is what they want. Here
JIMMY FALLON is THE WORST shapeshifter in existence and/or history.
Look, Jimmy, you can have other magical powers. Just—not shapeshifting.
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.
I need you to hold onto this a little while longer.
Psh. I'm not gonna fight over a dude.
I don't know. I told her to do what she wants.
Wow, that's it--just ok? Give up already.
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?
What am I gonna do with this?
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?
She says, “You're a giant piece of shit.”
Even more significant. You're a--are you even listening?
You should probably hurry up with that DIllon Francis.
If a grown man can be a romantic,
This is the promised land
I see now, how a woman's like a hat
Whatever it is what you have,
And you have so many that
Most likely just using me to bring these
If he needs a wife, she's
Probably staring back at me,
Through the back of the camera;
Fantastic beasts and fucking fansasies
A back handed chance at a handsome
But he'll never been had like that,
But he could have more than that,
Mad at me for taking so long but,
I've been in the world of monsters,
Oh what a horrible feeling
I'm dealing with being unappealing and
Kenny Powers middle name is White,
The alter to sell away something inside,
Or at least I'd like to I've
I'd smile if I had the time--
Remind me, what it is again
But I'm out of my element--
And the elephant in the room is named
I'll probably never be the DJ that I wanna be
And no one wants to play with me
Maybe it's just a mistake
Its just no one speaks my language
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
If I'm not, I'm just scary.
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
I could take a minute to spit
I'm just not feeling it today;
I get sick of l getting sick and contemplating
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
No hate in my heart, but got love in my mind
Direct like to divine, if
I count all of my losses and move on,
I drop a rock from the top of The Rock,
The difference in luck and a blessing
And if you ask me who my God is I'll be honest with you
“This might be obnoxious, but it's Sunnï Blū”
How you make a 8 minute song
Oh shit, I'm missing pandemics mimicking
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 Wanna know what God did”
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,
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
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
They say till death do us part
But death don't bother me
And all that I ever will be
So if you ask what God Did
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
Extraordinary sightseeing
Bad regrets and sad faces
Always falling in love with our opposites
I'm just a blind space kid
A recruit wishing to be a cadet
A teenager in the basement with a
Caught inside a snare pattern
Lips stitched together like a scarescrow
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.
Fuck yes I want to be hot.
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. 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--
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
They probably wouldn't still,
Just stand in shock and awe
And If I could, I wouldn't walk through walls at all,
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,
When you really are in love
A snakebite, scars I hate
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
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
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
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
Stupid means to just do everything
For nothing and if “unfair”
Means “I gpt iit from my”
[asskissy] Yes, sweet Jesus?
[in an apron] I'm right here.
Dillon Francis: that's my apron.
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
DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ
DJ is essentially “the bad Dillon Francis”,
Lol how are we still writing about him.
48 hours from now, I could find you
48 hours from now, I'll remind you
How many times i've found the light;
How many times ive been confided in,
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
I woke up at 1:15 (again)
It's been this way sinceI was yung
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--
INSTRUMENTAL |__________________|LEAD VOCALS|________________| Backup Vocals
Now i'm bobbin anw weavin like bobby and whitney
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
...what the fuck kind of poem is that?
Hanzel One Deeper 7:00 “I am going to hypnotize you.”
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
BPM: they don't really care about us.
You look like a red light
Standing in the friendzone, so
I'll take over, t-over-over
I'll show ya, s-show ya, show ya
You can read a mind, right?
Let's take the world over, d-
Starting with Kayla Lauren
She does it by the book, without a thought
If God is awesome, she must have forgot something
They started us all on it
The girl next door was the
I wonder what ugly funny person comes
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