[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

Look, demons aren't scary to me, nor can they really hurt me—or anyone really, besides the person they're residing in.

To be honest, I find them more irritating—stupid, really. They're dumb and typically reside in lower-thinking beings, or worse, unthinking creatures—

I'm not perfect, but I don't want your lack of judgement in my peripheral vision, or anywhere around me.

You see, demons can only enter and affect the weak and feeble—those who have taken such careless damage to one's own self and one's own body so knowingly that a creature whom itself has no moral or conscious has bonded itself to you.

At a certain point. I realized that these things were trying to get my attention—

Perhaps, Eve. I became aware of it, this vibration elevated so slightly enough that it began trying to communicate something to me—maybe something I needed to see, and it became more so apparent at how willing so many are quick In this life to discard their bodies not for their self interest or simply in pleasure but because of the expectations of society—or, perhaps, just the lack of consciousness which dicerns one thing from another.

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@hoe-math

Here's to Standford:

The kids with connections

Collected inffference

and sexual negligence

Twisting into depression

Alarming, but expected

To exceeding expectation

Degrading expressions

Undressed just to get back to bed

On with dinner,

Which doubles as breakfast

“Parallel Algorithms”

BLŪ : @CODENAMEBLU is watching EAGLE EYE over an intensely large burrito.

…graduated with a degree i parallel algorithms and quantum electronics.

Wait. Pause.

:||pause.

ooh.

He just said.

(I n SyNEthETHICS)

P A R A L L E L A L G O R I T H M S.

…

“Parallel Algorithms…”

…deadmau5.

This is not a coincidence.

Could be a stretch. Haven't slept in awhile–

God, I needed to eat.

Finish writing this.

It's really hard with a burrito in my hand.

I just watched you inhale a giant brurito.

Google, Define Parallel Algorithms.

Tell me why all I see is math.

Cause it's math.

You're right.

In computer science, a parallel algorithm, as opposed to a traditional serial algorithm, is an algorithm which can do multiple operations in a given time. It has been a tradition of computer science to describe serial algorithms in abstract machine models, often the one known as random-access machine.

Random Access…

I got it.

[Random Access Memories]

You're not wrong.

Yeah, but I don't know what to do with being right.

Finally. God damn.

I cannot possibly have invented time travel.

I told you.

I don't even believe in time.

We're making connections.

I'm going braindead

I'm going deaf.

Well, that's tragic

Look, I just need you to unlock this one , key component, okay?

I don't understand.

You do understand.

No, I don't understand, why I understand.

His music is math.

Precise.

My senesthesia has the tendency to cause problems beyond not only that of my own comprehension, but apparently the entir human specie's comprehension, of consciousness and in and of existence in itself.

That's not possible.

It is possible. Here's the science:

Oh, so this is beyond–

Beyond.

Look, if I could tell you what deadmau5 looks like without giving myself an aneurysm

PREVIOUSLY, AT DEADMAU5.

Oh, time travel.

You got it?

I can only like, 9th grade math, dude.

You got this.

…I do not got this.

You got this.

I DO NOT, GOT THIS.

MEANWHILE, IN MEXICO

Wtf is that dude.

What are examples of parallel algorithm.

…deadmau5.

Get off my dick.

look . i didn't mean for it to turn out this way, but there's some pretty cool shit in here.

I know . I put it there

Please, someone tell me how i'm supposed to be studying a feild of science that is nonexistent.

It is existent.

Scientifically.

It is–scientifically existent.

As a course of study.

—That's where you come in.

What. That's where I what.

And there it was; it was devastating, and horrible–the feeling of knowing I had indeed made a connection to something, and as to exactly what could be so horribly beyond me; It was like having a ghost as a friend–worse than imaginary— and as I had already been recently haunted by Aliocha, and his already somewhat- secondary existence, my deadmau5 security blanket was no longer so much a comfort as is was an obligation or nessecity, and— less of an obsession as to know anything more about the actual human than I already had–I simply couldn't be that kind of fan, (or at least thought ,anyway). The intimacy with the music itself had succumbed into a sufferable obession of sorts–more needing it and wanting it all the more just to focus, calm, or relax , even perhaps using it to coax myself out of body— even if just for the time being, to escape the current reality. Now, it wasn't so much of an escape as it was a step back, whereas within the confines of what I had so called ‘the deadmau5 construct', I could look from outside of myself with such depth that it became almost secondary to make the connections which were needed and unseen from a perspective of being so within myself that the without had been nearly forgotten; It was as if at will, I could travel to a parallel dimension above or beside my own to navigate and my very own ompipotence.

‘man ‘, I thought to myself, “i might never see you guys again'

Perhaps I meant it just as a fan, but the world as it was seemed so much further away from deadmau5 or Joel, Sonny or Dillon than it had ever been–The Festival Project included, and rather than sinkinking into a deep depression over whether or not I was accomplished, I had now plummeted into over drive; 48-hour insomniatic work days which would run into the night, and then the next day–never ceasing for a moment or considering giving up what I had felt I had earned–the right to not give so much of a fuck about what society expected of me as anyone besides the person who would, eventually, see an end to this project; I had finally realized that, if I completed my project or at least organized it enough so that it was palatable, in the right hands, The Festival Project was pure gold, There was nothing like it in the world, and if I didn't find a way to make it come to fruition, it would die with, or even before I did.

‘Fuck, I'm so tired. ‘

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I was actually a little lonely—certainly sad, and very, very tired. It seemed that last two days had never even stopped, only run into eachother, an now was another on fast approach–soon, another orange east coast sunrise would glimmer of of the unattainably shiny facades of Manhattan; the unbeatable view from my 8th story , I had recently realized , would not be possible at all living in the city itself.

The truth of the matter was, I lived no where–and until I fgured a way to sort my finances out without running myself into the ground, it felt most times like I wasn't living at all, of course–and the further and further I drifted from my original intentions–settling upon how absurd it would be to actually try to be a superstar DJ–the more the reality set in that the music itself was taking me further than I had ever seen, or had certainly dreamed, and though still just a msilly and obsessive fan girl of sorts–the shapes and colors that presented as such time and time again began to allude to something more important entirely–time itself–something it seemed the whole species couldn't seem to wrap itself around, however–I had been in and out of body through time and space for years now with my ghosts, superstar djs, lovers, and imaginary friends–and it seemed altogether the conscious and waking world was nothing but a displayed illusion of sorts , becoming less concrete with every waking moment–more alogorithmic with every glitch, and more untimely with every moment passing as so–as time began to run rampant and unravel ever so eloquently within the frequencies and functions of my cosmic security blanket; I knew that whatever it was, it had been intended for me in my own existence–for without it, I would not be so myself- I was the music.

This needs editing.

I'm too tired.

Why is the font bigger?

…

…

….Deadmau5.

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*TRIGGER WARNING

You're not yourself when you're not yourself.

Sleep deprivation can cause moodiness and irritability, increase your risk of depression and anxiety, and affect your ability to cope with stress or manage difficult emotions. In extreme cases, sleep deprivation can even cause hallucinations and delirium.

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All the strawberries were the sweetest,

He said

Hello Felica, Hello Felicia

The black berries are in season

Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia

The blueberries were all on top

What a set of headlights

On that Honda

Hello, Felicia

I'm glad to meet ya

__

Never leave the house with an unmade bed

Cause God knows I gotta lay in it

I'll rest when i'm dead,

That's what they all said, but

The dead never rest

The dead never rest

Reset, reset

I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds

I need more invitations

To fill up the guestlist

I been seein them hoes

Speaking in code

X's and O's

Oh Lord,

All I want is a home

And to be left alone

Unless you know my motion

You know

The door was just closed
But i'm leaving it open

If you need a lover,

Try getting below me

–It's way below zero where i'm from

No, no, no

This can't be Utah.

Nobody's blonde enough

Where's the officers

Aren't I under arrest for just showing up

I'll see you at the Saltair

YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.

I'm sorry, I just–

NO.

What happened?

TAKE IT BACK!!

I'm sorry! Please don't fire me.

What happened?

I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might

*throws things*

I'll be right back.

Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon.

DEMON

(or, even, arguably Satan)

WOAH.

Okay.

:||pause.

OKay what.

When did Supacree become a demon slayer.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

Oh, right around this moment…

FLASHBACK

DIE–DIE–DIE!!!

SUPACREE V.O.

Or this one–

HOE ASS BITCH

(Or, possibly also Satan)

You are the weakest link.

Oh yeah, huh.

Fuck that bitch.

SUPACREE

Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say

SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff.

SIMBA

NOOOOOO–

Yeah, it was something like that but–

SUPACREE (V.O.)

More like this.

*FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH*

Oh, wow, yeah, that.

That was awesome.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

No, it wasn't. But–

That.

[Ū.]

SUPACREE (V.O.)

–is not SUPACREE.

Oh, it's not?

Oh, the hair.

Yeah, but it's still.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

No, it's not.

Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall?

All I really do is sit here and hit this bong.

Ya i'm high af.

I'm fukked upppp.

Uhh… Hello.

What up.

…who are you exactly?

I'm yur friend.

No you're not.

Yes i m.

Who are you

HOw did you get in here.

I've always been here.

What.

No.

Hey pass da bong.

Tnks.

*hits bong*

*shrugs*

Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off

I should polish the silver through the fourth wall

Give me shivers and all of that,

OR better yet just give me Skrillex

And i'll forget all of it.

YOu know.

i got a friend you would like.

I've had my eye on you for a very long time.

Oh yeah, which eye?

I bought a baby off craigslist–

Well, not craigslist,

But it might as well have been;

A personal ad was posted.

Here's everything you want to know

How the lonely stoner walks alone at night

Or whatever kidd cudi said

Now he's dead

So I put him on the list for my event

You can't even think to get in

If you didn't

RIP

The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed

I never rest

As I said,

I am Legend;

One live ends,

One begins, but

Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something

I burn money

But not for nothing

Gotta believe something

–A conspiracy theory.

This is only five pages.

Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5.

Where is deadmau5, anyway.

GET IN THE CORNER.

OK OK–OR–

GET IN THE CORNER.

Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think.

Aw, how come?

[COMPLICATIONS, IRL]

BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS.

Yeah, I don't know.

Before:

CHAK CHEL

Hm.

What. What's wrong.

CHAK CHEL

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Do you know him or something.

CHAK CHEL

….

OH, COME ON.

CHAK CHEL

WHAT.

FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS?

I KNOW EVERYBODY.

OAGH.

EVERY. BODY.

OH,

Oh, I get it–take the night off.

ILLUMINATI

This kind of therapy can be hard.

…this is psychological terrorism.

ILLUMINATI

We like to call it –

[Flashback]

*More unadulterated chaos*

And sometimes, even warfare.

ILLUMINATI

You're a delightful strategist.

I'm a psychopath.

(V.O.)

The technical term is.

Ū.

I'm a trained assassin.

Oh, it's Ū.

It's Ū again.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos,

WHITE AMERICA

We call that multiple personalities.

–Or schizophrenia.

SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST

SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA.

Ya'll are racist.

Racist af.

IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression”

“Or ADD”

OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall.

Yeah. everyone not BLACK.

I'm BLACK.

i'M BLACK.

Literally everyone:

…

That's enough politics.

I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick,

Skip this one, really,

It's stars and stripes forever

and scars and knives

and livelihoods

Tiger's eyes and bears

Oh my

I might need a private file

Never “pedophile”

But everyone has rights to admire what he likes

As long as he's white enough.

Or light skinned,

I'll end this one

Exactly how it started

I'm still holding a fart in,

a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist,

Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to.

Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics.

I tried to take the night off

But –

oh what the fuck. Of all the time

He got her roses,

But she cut herself on the thorns

I picked up one Calla Lilly

And it meant everything in the world to me

What if everything in life was just meant to be

A memory

Before it could ever be happy?

I've got a faulty soul;

It's best you'd just stay away from me,

All of yous.

Better off falling in love with someone

So far off

I could never be close enough.

I rise and I fall with the sun,

I'm anonymous.

Flamingo, and Owl

A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar

Where

An alligator and octopus

Are serving up

Adios Motherfuckers;

They all have guns–

I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic

(whatever the word is)

Imagine the animals,

Acting as humans

“Pull The Plug”

Like it's some dirty bath water
I wanted out of this body

I don't know how you got here, but just

Throw back a beer

And remember the plan

I'll never be happy

With all that brain damage.

So just do it.

I can't.

Pull the plug, Sonny.

I can't; you're my biggest fan.

That moment has quite literally passed.

Out, like a lamp.

After all that.

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Like it says.

Jimmy Fallon makes a suprise guest appearance.

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Great, now I have to explain myself.

You don't have to.

What's this space for?

Oh, that's the red room.

[The Red Room]

Well, obviously, but–

But what?

What's it for?

I don't think anybody should read this.

HEY. Participation Only–

Oh!

No peeking!

You ever feel like you're doing too much?

Yeah, but not for money.

Look, we have them surrounded. Our best course of action is to–

deadmau5 .

What? No–

DEADMAU5.

Well, are you sure it was a mouse and not a rat?

It was a mouse. I know the difference.

Do you, though?

Look, I've lived in Mexico and New York City.

So.

In Queens.

Oh.

That's mathematically impossible.

I mean it's not–impossible.

No, it's not just impossible. It's mathematically impossible.

Has it ever occurred to you that the DJ World in entirety exists outside of the realm of math and science?

What is this.

Just–enjoy the rave.

No. What is this.

Look at the firewoooorkkks! Woo EDC…

NO. What is this right here.

BEFORE:

Hey, you still got that balloon?

Yeah.

Lemme see it.

Dude, what are you doing?

…I'mma go catch me a DJ.

THIS IS NUTS.

I can't feel my face.

What do you call this?

Collateral Damage.

Look, I'm going to have to take frequent trips to the bathroom.

ok .

And–uhh–

and.

Uhh–

Why did you call me over here.

Cause i can.

Look. this is not magic. This is not science. This is not “voodoo”

Voodoo is magic.

It's just music.

W H E R E D I D H E G O O O O O

I don't know.

Fuck dude, I fucked up.

Once again–

Of course you did.

What did you do this time?

I might have evaporated someone with my fat fucking bass.

Nice.

Way to go.

Yeah.

Wait.

…

Did you just say.

HE JUST

He deserted me.

SO WAIT, YOU'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE?

ALRIGHT, WHO THREW A ROCKSTAR IN MY TENT?

JEFF

Alright, lets go.

WHO DID THIS.

So what's this place.

Lets not let this conversation resurface.

This is a 21 Plus Event.

What about VIP

VIP is 25 Plus.

What about that place.

Sorry kids.

[NO ENTRY]

We gotta get in there.

So then they wanted an Encore.

Did you give them an encore?

NO, i was already at my hotel room.

Then how did you know that they wanted an encore?

WHICH IS IT, THE WYNN, OR THE ENCORE.

FUCK, I DON'T REMEMBER.

Please, who stays at the Encore for EDC?

Have you literally never been out with rich people?

No, I literally just got rich.

Oh, nice.

So, wait, like–

Here we go.

Dillon Francis has just always been rich?

Uh-huh.

And Skrillex has always been rich?

Yes. Definitely.

And deadmau5.

deadmau5 is Canadian.

OH MY GOD.

W E L C O M E

I'm going to need your absolute discretion about this.

Alright.

Sign this waiver.

…this is a…pretty heavy packet.

I'll wait.

I've never signed an NDA like that in my life.

Lil' biiiiiiiiiiiiiitzzzz

Can we just admit it's weird that we live in an era where “NDA” is household jargon.

And like, everyone knows what it means.

Everyone knows what an NDA is.

I appreciate the sentiments

Isn't it weird how it sets in automatically?

Autopilot, go.

Aww, i don't want to be Autopilot.

You're on autopilot.

I don't really have to think about it anymore,

I'll have to sleep on it

Wear a white t-shift,

Hear the applause of the audience,

Eat it

You wanna know what I think?

You want to know what I'm drinking?

You know what I need?

An Icee,

(cause I see you typing)
An awful Omnipotence

A God of Mirages

No more carbohydrates,

I gotta get all thin;

Forgot to acknowledge

Whether or not i'm turning this off soon

I are.

I…”are”

I are.

Infinite Reality.

OH. I. R.

IR! IR!

IRV

I ARE.

Suddenly,

I remember the taste of talcum powder

As If I were

Moving backwards

In time,

Like,

Why, God on earth would

My mom let me

try that,

But if i'm honest,

Fuck man, I hate deadmau5–

There's just too much in here.

Beep boop. I love deadmau5. It's so simple.

What is this, MATH?!

THIS IS AERODYNAMICS.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE AERO DYNAMICS

DId you mean what you said about that?

I meant everything I said.

Goddammit, fuck this, I was in the middle of a really complex poem

In realtime, listening to deadmau5

Having a partially out of body spiritual experience,

Entirely fucking sober

FACEPALM

BLŪ

8facepalming dramatically in frustration*

NOBODY IS EVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN ANY OF THIS.

beepboop.

YO.

Oh,

I forgot my open form poetry,

or my mom

How my mom once

allowed me to gnaw on talcum powder

But who can blame her

That was a hard one

It was a past life

And now ive

Got

Another

One

HOly shit what version of the cube is this.

1D.

What.

You'll get it.

Wait.

Have you ever stopped for a minute to think–

I can't stop for a minute, especially just to “think”

[Literally stops for a minute to think.]

No fucking way, uh-uh.

Come on, man.

No. I ain't time travelin' wit deadmau5.

Come on–

NO.

–that someone else has already figured all of this out and that's how any of it is possible in the first place.

Alright, i'm gonna need some mind-altering drugs for this.

What are you doing.

Voluntary Ego Death.

I–

Wait. Why would you.

Get out of my brain.

I am your brain.

Take care, now.

Holy shit, it seems like she's getting more evil.

That's because she's definitely more evil

ALRIGHT, I'M TIRED OF THIS:
WHERE IN THE FUCK IS SKRILLEX.

MEANWHILE

INT. IN THE FUCK. DAY.

*rings doorbell*

AT YOUR MOM'S HOUSE.

WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME.

I'm not joking, that's…literally the answer to your question.

Oh.

Fuck.

What dude.

We gotta go back. I left the keys in the pocket of the guy I shapeshifted into.

Are you serious?

It's fine, he can't have gone too far, dude.

What do you mean he “left the dimension”

He entered a portal.

He– wait, excuse me.

A portal.

A “portal”, dude?

Yeah; a portal.

What do you mean “a portal”

A portal, like— you know, like a portal gun, but not a portal gun, just a portal.

Uh huh.

Excuse us for a second.

What the fuck is this dude talking about?

I don't know, man.

Humans don't use portals!

I know man.

What the fuck!

Well, wait—how do we know that guy is human.

He looks human.

Yeah dude but, we look human.

Duh! Cause we shifted!

Yeah, but, how do we know he's not a shifter.

Because, dude, I know a shifter when I see one.

Yeah, but—you know, what if he's really good.

I highly doubt that.

Why?

Cause I'm the best.

No, I am.

Exactly, so we'd know if it was another shifter–cause we're the best shifters!

Well, let's at least try to see if he knows anything else about those guys. They were together right?

I hope not.

No, not like that—like

Okay, okay, whatever, let's just…

Wait, where'd he go?

Excuse me.

What up.

There was just another guy over here just now—

He was like—you know—normal looking guy

Tie die* shirt

Yeah.

Did you see him.

Yeah, I saw him.

Alright, cool, where'd he go?

He left.

What?!

That was fast!

Yeah, well…it happens.

Are you sure?

Yes.

*actually is shifter*

[as they walk away, the shifter shifts, and then vanishes into a random portal.]

Awww, dammit,

Now we're never gonna find this guy.

Never say never.

Whatever, we're dead.

We're always dead.

Yeah, but like in modern human slang terms

Oh, yeah, that.

Anyways, I gotta relieve this human's bladder. I fucking hate this species for this.

It is useless.

*enters portal potty*

[

Wait, whatever actually did happen to Dillon Francis?

That's great, I was just getting to that.

19 Pages. Nice.

…no, 12.

What.

[11:12]

Okay, I'm gonna kill him.

Oh, I banished him.

With my fists.

Nice. Tits.

Nice tits.

Thx.

Hey man.

Hey what.

Remember that smudge on the lens.

Yeah.

It just got bigger.

… did you try vinegar instead of Windex.

Yes.

–IT'S NOT A SMUDGE.

Did you try Windex with Vinegar.

–IT'S NOT A–

Shut up.

I'm. So. Hungry.

Look, do you want this, or not?

Do you feel like any of this is a coincidence?

Just quit, it. Dillon Francis.

WHERE IS IT?

I don't know.

Lets kick this up a notch.

ILLUMINATI

What do you want?

…

I want the full package.

ILLUMINATI

Okay, I'm gonna need specifics.

How do you even get a job as a courier for the illuminati?

[INDEED.COM | ILLUMINATI - COURIER- URGENTLY HIRING]

Hm.

It was a pretty specific list.

I don't even get the point of a barbeque if everyone is vegan

Well, The Mayor eats fish.

Oh please, where is THAT guy the Mayor of?

I don't know. We meet in the Matrix.

This is for you.

Oh.

Do you like it?

I–

It's not a brothel! It's Member's Only!

YOu BUY a Membership.

Yeah. And WOMEN.

HEy, MAN, YOU CAN BUY DUDES, TOO.

SHHH.
Oh no.

What.

What did you do?

I gave her my credit card.

The Heavy One?

Yes, and–

“AND”

–access to the black market.

Cool, I got it.

Oh, another auction.

Of course another auction.

What'd you buy this time?

A lifesize deadmau5 bobblehead.

What are you gonna do with that?

Wouldn't you like to know.

Ok, gross.

LIL BIIIIIIIITXXXX

I love a good deamau5 show. He really does have the best fans,

It's a comfortable, safe space.

Very inviting.

Everyone is happy.

What the fuck, dude, this place is a sausage fest.

Yeah, that's deadmau5 for ya.

Hey, I'm looking for this shithead.

Oh, that dude?

Yeah, have you seen him?

Fuck, I wish this never happened.

LIL BIIIIITz

If you don't know who deadmau6* is–

GET OUT.

Jk. but seriously this is easily the most devastating person i've ever seen.

Maybe just to me, but.

Are you sure that's the right guy?

Yeah, that's gotta be him.

Is he wearing glasses?

Ugh.

Oh wait.

Damn.

‘Fuck, it is my sapiosexuality, I think'

Even if it was perhaps an error, as I might have more than needed a new pair of glasses myself, just the thought of Joel in a pair of specables was suddenly and immediately the equivalent of Dillon Francis sitting down at a piano, or Sonny doing just about literally anything–and I realized, finally, that the most indecent things about myself were quite possibly only happening inside my own mind–

Okay, my body does really weird things to this dude's music.

Are you sure this is real?

No.

I love this.

Just shut up and do your job.

What a nightmare.

PLease HElP ME.

Hm. That can't be right.

What.

This translates to

H E L P M E

Oh, shit, I gotta go.

Shouldn't you be working right now?

I'm always working.

Shouldn't you be working right now?

I'm at work.

Well, that was nice and all, but–I gotta get out of here.

Where are you going?

To shoot myself.

Wow, that's one hell of a smile.

Just–take it.

I'm sorry, i can't accept this.

What is even happening in this series?

Like, a lot

WOULD YOU KIDS SETTLE DOWN.

*not settling down*

*lil biiiiiiiitz*

You know what I wonder?

I wonder this

I'm sober.

I'm just sober sally over here.

I didn't get sober.

I just am.

Cause i'd rather face the pain of this harsh reality with a bite

than to dull it out and then wake up in the morning

Or–just–whenever–

To wake up whenever and be like

“OH NO, THIS IS WHAT IT'S REALLY LIKE”

And the shock of it is so horrible that I just have to repeat that cycle again.

‘OH NOOOOOO”

*gets faded*

“It's all goooooood”

No, it isn't.

But i choose to stay like that cause it's like a

It's not even a happy medium,

It's more like a

median-medium

But you know what?

It makes happier moments more happy

And shitter moments less shitty

Because i don't have this like drastic spacial

Augmented reality or like smoke screen of emotional apathy.

I get to feel things way more intensely.

I don't have to wonder, ever

“oh , did that just happen, cause I was messed up”

Or like

“would it have happened this way if I was sober”

At all.

I'm just level–

No false sense of

Pretty much anything.

But i do wonder, though–

Like, for people who weren't always sober, and then

GOT sober–

like , what's the breaking point

What's the tip?

I always have to sit back and wonder

“What did you DO?”

Cause you know it had to be something if suddenly

“I don't drink anymore”

I always wonder, and it's like–

no disrespect or anything thing but…

I really wanna hear that story.

lol .

I know you don't wanna tell it

(if you can)

But wanna hear it.

Cause from my point of view.

IT's probably hilarious.

I know. I'm a dick.

Holy shit. What is that.

Looks like pasquale went all out with the fireworks this year.

…is that a penis?

WELCOME HOME

It's a giant dick- in-the-sky!

GOD IS REAL!

JESUS

Look, so i've been having second thoughts about this whole thing.

What the fuck man. You gotta stop doing shit like this.

JESUS

I literally can't.

I know, but.

Okay, look. I'm not writing any of that.

You've gotta tell him.

NO, RYAN.

WELL, WHY NOT.

BECAUSE, RYAN.

WHY.

DEADMAU5 ISN'T REAL.

Damn, am I in here.

Nice.

Of course I am.

Well, how'd that happen.

This is like a sea of cellphones.

Perfect.

It was a red car;
I wasn't all there,

And if you want her,

You can have her

Fuck.

What.

I forgot the rest of the verse.

It's ok. We gotta move on.

No, I gotta go back.

For what.

For my fans.

Aw. What's this.

IT's a ceramic mug.

Wow, that's nice.

I made it

Wait. You made that?!

Yeah.

With your hands?!

Yeah.

Why would you do that?

For you.

What.

I made it for you?

Like, you thought of me first, then you made it?

Yeah.

WHY?

Cause i love you!

WOW.

Fans are awesome

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

*Sometimes.

*vomits*

…

*dies*

…

*godlessness*

[Devastating DJ Moments]

I don't get it dawg, all this shit is in your music particles?!

“Music particles”

UGH.

what .

That's it. Don't be smart around me.

Uh. I'm not smart?

No, that won't work; sarcasm is a sign of deeper intelligence.

“Sorry”

Stop saying that. This is America.

S–

Don't say it again. Apology not accepted.

Don't look at me like that.

Like what.

With your face.

*face*

Quick: Say something stupid and random.

…I like anime.

Oh good, that worked. Thanks.

Where are you going?

Idk somewhere else.

Really, that's it?

Yeah.

That's all you have to say/

That's literally it.

Are you seeing this.

Yes.

So what's the problem.

Oh no, she's stuck in a loop.

Throw the whole fan away.

[DELETE]

Did it work.

Did what work.

Oh, good. Cool.

Wait.

See ya later.

Did what work?

I wish i could just forget about this.

Everything?

Yeah.

Look, this is between me and God–okay?

GOD

Don't drag me into this.

You dragged ME into this!

GOD

Right. So i could get OUT; So don't drag me back in.

Fuck, I remember this. I must have done something important here.

Like what.

Look, I love you.

Great, now what do we do?

Bury the body, I guess.

*shrugs*

Wait, what happened?

Somebody dies.

OKay, me first.

Other Three:

Who wants to go next.

*still in shock*

Fuck man, told you this was a long ass story.

*Crying* I'm ruined.

What! You went broke?

No, i'm still a filthy rich millionaire.

I thought you were a billionaire.

I am I just *snifs* sometimes I forget that happened.

“Sometimes I forget I'm a billionaire”

I got to admit, man, I did it to myself.

I'm not mad, or anything, but now there's just–certain things I can't do

Oh, like what.

Not that song.

What, why not?

You said “anything but Skrillex” this is not Skrillex, this is deadmau5.

What's the difference?

Okay, that's like saying “What's the difference between deadmau5' and my music?”

No, it isn't.

How is that not different?

That's like comparing the music of Bach and Beethoven to the music of a tattooed hedgehog.

You think I look like a hedgehog.

No, it's just when I see you and a hedgehog I have all the same thoughts, turn this off.

NO, i like this song.

Seriously, Dillon Francis, turn it off.

I'm gonna turn it up instead.

I do not highly recommend doing that. Or at all. This ship has amazing subs.

Should I bass boost this song.

NO, PROBABLY NOT.

Oh, why not?

Dillon Francis, I'm warning you, stop.

OH HOW COME

BECAUSE

WHY? BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE A HEDEHOG

NO, BECAUSE I ALWAYS FALL ASLEEP AT THIS

*DROP*

[INSTANTLY FALLS ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL–ACTIVATES HYPERSPACE–

PLUMMETS SHIP INTO BLACK –

HOLE.

ohhhhh .

What a hoe.

Nice, that's a whole episode.

Well, here's a bonus scene or whatever.

Shazam, what is this.

SHAZAM

…i don't know.

What do you mean you don't know.

SHAZAM

*panicing*

IDONNO

WHAT DO YOU MEAN–

SHAZAM

IDON. NO.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

Is this deadmau5.

I'm not sure.

Sounds like deadmau5.

It sure does.

This is pretty

Ooh. it sparkles.

yeah , it's deadmau5.

How does she KNOW.

I need a deadmau5 machine like right now.

I know where to find that.

Fuck dude, everything's gonna be half-ass until I push out this album.

You can't rush it.

Trust the process.

I can't focus.

Oh shit, wasn't this in the last episode?

Yeah. I'm still writing backwards.

God, what is that, like a pipe organ.

WHAT SYNTH IS THIS.

Doesn't matter, I just need one.

That's it. I know what I'm going to spend my Jimmy Fallons On.

And What's that?

V.O.

OOh. Are we Montaging–to deadmau5?

[MONTAGE: deadmau5]

Nice.

I love a good montage.

I love deadmau45*

AHH OH NO.

I love deadmau5.

I keep making typos and I keep forgetting to delete that parallel where.

fuckit.

That's the synth I've always wanted.

It's on sale for $999 At Sam Ash

But…you only have Five JImmy Fallons.

There are only five special edition in this Volume

The Jimmy Fallon 555's

I don't know how many volumes there are, but this is the Volume I started keeping track.

Fuck, man. I miss Equinox.

It's just Eucalyptus.

They also have an outdoor running track where you get the best ever view of midtown manhattan.

How do you know it's the best ever view of Midtown manhattan.

Because it's on a running track.

STOP WHISTLING IN MY WHOOP=WHOOPS.

The JImmy Fallon 555s are marked with the standard Jimmy Fallon in black ink

With a simple side marker of the number 555 in red

And also in red,

a telephone number on the back.

But–that synthesizer is One Thousand Jimmy Fallons.

Yeah. So I only need Nine Hundred Ninety Five More.

And of course, the Eye of Providence is highlighted.

Also Standard.

V.O.

I always highlight that.

Cause, you know…

“Illuminati”

These are fake.

No they're not!

They're counterfeit, sorry.

No they're not!

They're authentic!

Why the fuck does this matter so much?

You know. What is it with this dude.

If it was a snake, it would've bit ya.

It was a snake. And it did bite me.

He's so increasingly beautiful to me,

And I'm still in love with his friend,

or misrepresented masterpiece,

Progression of a monster,

or procession of a superstar, but

Something in the story sparks the thought of

All we are is consciousness, of course

Awkward in body, but of constellations

Cosmos, It's not just a corpse;

It's all got love in it,

Absurd, and sipping carbonated syrup, but

I'm just sitting in my stirrups,

Here comes galloping a horse,

Of course, it hurts to turn it off

For just a moment

And remember

That i'm just a homeless,

Stuck and sitting up at night

Writing recourse, hugging learning curves in ableton,

Curving curses, been reminded that I'm worthless

In a thousand words or less,

Or just another form of torture,

Nothing said, but all that's done

Another day another dollar,

But it's not

It's Jimmy Fallon.

I thought this was enter the multiverse.

Are you ready to go.

No.

A hand on my shoulder

So paifully socially awkward,

I grow stretchmarks, don't know what to call them

But scars,

But the uglier ones,

I've thought

Are invisible,

Somewhat–

To the naked eye

Or just anyone

Not tiger stripes

But one, an eye of horus

Carved above my right

And inside my lip,

(The bottom one)

A raised scar in the shape of a sythe

I probably died by the hands of a man named Starr

So it's hard to shrug it off,

And 555 is just a number

But it's not

It's another scar,

It's a punishment

For loving him.

What's on the back.

It's…a number.

What number?

A telephone number.

What.

Like a 1-800 Number

Call it.

I love deadmau5.

Something about a big, giant smiling robotic mouse that lights up and sparkles.

Why?

I don't know. I'm like 5.

I see deadmau5 i'm like

“WHEEEEEEE”

My hands go up in the air

“AHHHHHH! YAYYYYY”

I'm so stupid.

It's so stupid.

But you know what?

It makes me feel good.

I'm not gonna lie.

I love it.

And by the time I even figured out what deadmau5 was I was so late to the party that I had to make up for lost time.

I listened to deadmau5 doing EvErYThING.

Everything you could possibly imagine.

Well–Except one.

Wait, how long have you been cellibate?

Forever, probably.

Fuck, what happened in here?

I don't know.

Everything's broken.

My head

My heart.

Everything.

Get up, Dillon Francis.

Fuck, what happened.

You sent us through a black hole. And we crashed on a random ass planet.

Fuck, that sucks.

YOu suck, Dillon Francis.

Ugh.

Now get up. Everything's fucked up.

SUPERSTAR DJ

I'm a paradox.

I've got a box of skeletons in my closet i'm not ready to part with.

I had a heart attack;

I had a heart once,

But lately it goes in my pocket;

Or my right hand,

When I wake up

From a dream land,

From a long hug

From a nice man

In a t-shirt

KASKADE

This is God's PLAN.

RYAN, GET FUCKED.

800-799-7233

Did you call the number.

Yeah.

What is it.

[National Domestic Violence Hotline]

Woah.

That was a long bonus scene.

Well, Now here's a PSA.

AND A PSA?

YES. A PSA.

You know what the fucked up thing about all this is,

The Legend of Supacree is a true story.

All of it.

ALL OF IT?!

ALL OF IT!?

YES.

Even the part about–

YES.

Especially that part.

Woah.

Damn.

I think i'm gonna be sick.

Shut up, Dillon Francis.

No, but seriously–

This is the story of how I got my heart broken so bad.

YOU RUINED IT.

So, so bad–

I HATE YOU.

That i started singing about it.

NSA, totally *not spying*

…are you hearing this.

Yes.

ILLUMINATI

Check this out.

Another one down.

And how when you start making music–

What is this.

it's hoe math.

And that music actually comes from a really real place.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING.

really real shit starts happening.

You–killed yourself.

well , to be fair–I lost everything first.

Congratulations.

Thx.

Here's a skrillex.

WHT.

Kbye.

Really, really, really.

What, the fuck Dillon Francis, crawled inside of you to live and made it'self at home?

Idon'tknow.

What is in this sauce?

Just–kill him.

What, i can't just.

Just kill him, while nobody is watching.

Please don't kill me.

Shut up, man. I'm having a thought process.

Okay, that's it. FUCK DILLON FRANCIS.

That's the spirit.

THAT IS THE SPIRIT. IT'S THE HOLY SPIRIT.

Who the fuck is this.

It's–Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ?

Jesus Christ?!

JESUS CHRIST

i'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKER.

Wait, are you claiming that the second coming of the messiah is upon us?!

YES.

Well,Technically, it's the third.

And it's all because of Dillon Francis?!

I

Please stop this

HATE

Help

YOU.

Fuck, dude.

I know, huh.

What did he DO.

The third?!

How did we miss that?!

Uh, you didn't.

[HITLER, being HITLER]

(he was mad)

Okay, that's it.

You can't write any of this.

Uh, I can.

I just did.

Technically, I'm dead: this is just a voiceover

It's an 80's style PSA

You can't say Hitler was the messiah.

That's offensive.

Everything is offensive.

FUCK YOU DILLON.

I'msosorry

NOTYETYOU'RENOT.

Wait, whatever happened to Skrillex.

SKRILLEX is waiting outside of the alleged home of SUPACREE's “distant relatives”

Lol is he for real at her mom's house.

well , to be fair, he's like–looked everywhere else.

Ur right. That was a lot of dimensions.

So. like.

Fuck, i didn't even have that much coffee.

It just goes on forever.

[DILLON FRANCIS STILL HAS HOTSAUCE IN HIS PUDGY LITTLE EYES]

Good. Cause if I see the pupils, i'm wasting him.

You think you can do better than this.

Better than this?

Yes.

Yes.

Then do it.

Alright, is the PSA over?

No, not yet. I gotta say one more thing.

What is it?

Would you ever have done it,

Or would you ever be honest

If you had,

Handed her a lesson,

Or a stretch of the past

From the present moment,

My heart, and my mind

And my lover

I present you this honor

From now on

to nowhere

I no longer…

Want to be near you

Or to know you

Or to hear you

Or to fear you

No longer…

Want to feel you

Or to touch you

Or to have you

Or to hold you

Or to love you

No longer,

I no longer want you

Devastating,

A song stuck in my head for a whole world

I wonder how long it would take to go back there

A room full of actors,

A manager,

Never a backpack to wear

Just a handful of hats,

One director,

Eventually producer

Just now a showrunner

Look at how long that took.

I had to wonder what auroras in the north thought of someone like Sonny.

They showed me.

Now I can love you no longer

So much for getting acquainted

Funny what age equates to in ageless

An infinite wisdom,

I dismissed him,

Nor, would I believe that he ever would hit her, but

Some might belong in such a category

Though i carry the marks and the scars

Of what my once- husband did to me

–but no longer.

I haven't a heart in the world left

But a broken one, made of amethyst.

Fuck off, Dillon Francis.

A calculated attack on my psyche.

I like it a lot,

But i'm fonder of sodom.

WHAT. Are you saying you woul actually participate in an orgy!

Oh GOD no!

Oh, Good, cause–

But i'd host one.

WHAT.

The hedonists are a fun bunch.

Oh my God.

Though, Nowadays, of course, I haven't the slightest idea what to call them.

I saw the future.

Well, obviously, if you've headlined EDC you've seen the future.

I remember all of it.

That must be awful.

Why don't you remember it?

Because i don't want to.

Not at all.

I did once.

Then what happened?

I hated it so much, i forgot.

You forgot on purpose.

I had to.

Love, or Music.

…Music.

Love, or Fame.

Fame.

Okay, ouch.

Love, or Music?

…Love.

Okay. Love, or Fame.

Love.

Okay.

Love, or music?

… Isn't that the same thing?

Hm.

Love, or Fame?

….Why do you keep asking me the same question.

I beg your pardon?

Why beg?

I mean–

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Well, first you asked me,

If would rather have

Love or Music.

Love.

Music.

Yes.

In my mind, those are synonyms.

Neither can really exist without the other.

Okay, and Fame.

Love and Fame are also synonyms–

How so?

Ugh, I just made this difficult on myself.

It was always difficult.

It really wasn't.

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