[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

I wanna make dubstep.

Dubstep.

Yes.

Why.

Because.

Why.

I don't know. I just want to make Dubstep with my black girl magic.

Half black.

...half-black girl magic.

You can't. There's no such thing.

Yes there is.

No there isn't.

Yes there is--if there's black girl magic, and i'm half black, then there's half black half black girl magic.

Yess...but you can't use that to make dubstep.

I can't.

No. You can't.

Okay...what....do I need to make dubstep?

Talent.

Okay--

Ahaaaa, just kidding.

?

You need Satan.

WHAT?

Yeaaaah. I know. I'm not a fan either, but.

FAN? Aren't you afraid of him?

Nah. Satan can't do shit.

Then how do I need him to make dubstep.

He's very powerful.

I don't need Satan to make dubstep music.

Oh you don't.

No.

I need money.

God.

Huh.

I need money.

Okay. How much.

Like $20,000,000

Like twenty-million dollars.

Yes.

Ok.

Really?!

Sure!

Like US dollars

TWENTY MILLION US DOLLARS?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!

You know know I am!

FINE— but you know what?!

Fine?! Wait—really?! What?!

Ask Satan first—see what he says.

WHAT! Why would I ask Satan about anything?!

He knows lots of things.

NO!

Just ask him.

NO! I hate that guy!

Why?!

Cause he's Satan!

Fair.

It's not fair. People worship him.

Just ask him.

Why?!

Because. That way you get FORTY Million Dollars.

What!

20 from me—and $20 from him—

What the fuck! God!

—But! He's going to want a favor.

I ain't doing Satan any favors!

—just ask him; he'll do it—I'll handle the favor.

What the fuck…

Whatever he asks you to do, just come and tell me; I'll take care of it—

Take care of what?

We'll see. Then I'll give you twenty million dollars.

US Dollars?!

Are you sure you don't want KWD?

What is that?!

Too late! USD!

—AGH!

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-U.

Confidence don't come in a bottle;

Could never be a model

I am not, I am not beautiful

Like you

Like you

Confidence might come in baggies;

People can't stand me,

I don't fit in

I am not, I am not beautiful

Like you

I am drifting

I am shifting

I am lifting

Wide awake and

I am sinking

I am thinking

Way too much. . .

Pretty is as

Pretty does and

Pretty is as

Pretty was

“She was, she was...”

Pretty is as

Pretty does and

Pretty is she

“Is she, is she...?”

Me

Confidence coming in waves,

I used to be brave,

Praying that someone could save me—

I am

I am

I am.

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-U.

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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-U.

I'm lost somewhere, gone

HIppopatamus

feeling quite off in the galaxies,

galavanting

Gazing at Daisies

Aces and spades

Gone from Heaven to Hades for days

On the A–

Adjacent

Recently dismantling adjectives,

Lampshades and matching curtains

God it hurts, every day that I think about you;

But how can i be about you when

You don't even see me, do you

Signature consignments,

Wrong environments and irony is,

I wasn't invited–

–but invented it

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-U.

“That's not fair, Dillon Francis”, I thought to myself—the next day was April first, and though I had explicitly tried to forget it was my birthday, 30 years of it being so had become ingrained into my psyche; though I hadn't been able to sleep until around 3 in the morning, I had still gone to be without thinking it, the dread of the looming midnight hour crouching upon my spinal chord, as I angrily skittered about my room—I had been personally offended—I felt I was being so harshly disrespected, having waited a hefty amount of what could have been valuable alone time without my roommate's presence to bother me—and though I had at least once gotten great deal of work done shutting her out with Ableton, i lately hadn't even the slightest energy, a frazzled focus, and an inability to settle into understanding what exactly I would have to do for money to get by in the worlds I was either living in or teetering between, neither of which I could decide—while something in me did indeed feel alive, I still felt the nuisance of death ever present in my daily happenings—still suprised I was in New York City, still suprised I was alive at all, and still hyper aware that I had somehow built this masterful and synchronization chaos somewhere in the limetless expanse of time and space, both utterly also my rapidly expanding and collapsing cosmic creations.

April 1st first and foremost had levitated—initially hard to forget, as it had been of course after the last actual birthday I had specifically celebrated—a birthday I still had implicitly vivid memories of, and even the remninces of something which had at first seemed unimportant and vague, but increasingly became—especially up to now—extremely important memories, decoded messages unraveled in the wake of all the meticulously moving parts of the ever endless dues Ex machina, though something or another did seem to be coming to a closing of sorts.

It was supposed to be an uneventful and unremarkable day, which meant that I was to do nothing discuss in particular for my birthday at all—however, the remarkable coincidence of sorts that on this day, i had run out of all my protein powder, maca, super greens—and even of course—the only thing that the shelter served that I would eat—the “free bananas”—were gone—of course, I had been taking between 8 and twelve at a time and sometimes even up to 20 at once, having run out of money on my food stamps and having even dwindled down my cash assistance trying to stay afloat, it had strangely become obvious somewhere in my soul that I preferred large amount of time to the small amounts of money I would recurve from working a job I didn't want, and though there were jobs I perhaps did want and liked the idea of working, I hadn't yet to focus to wrap my mind around filling out the applications, which I hated even the thought of—the monotony of low-end job searching had become quite painful enough in fact that it felt wrong.

Our birthdays last a year--

Woah--thats awesome--!

--and they're miserable.

GOD.

Happy Birthday, tomorrow

I love you today

—I love you asleep

—I love you awake

And when you wake up, the first thing I'll say is Happiest, Happiest Happy Birthday

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-U.

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

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-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.”

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]

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

OH MY GOD.

Why are there babies in the window!!!!

GOD,

New York is WIERD!

I was walking—

Downtown Brooklyn,

I'm not even really looking, but I see something moving in the window out or the corner of my eye;

IMm like

“Ooh, maybe it's a puppy!”

ITS A BABY!!!

It's a little baby playing soccer in the window display.

I was like “what?!

TINA FEY is soaking wet and very angry.

She looks angry.

Very angry.

TINA FEY

I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS.

Oh, but you DID.

JIMMY FALLON IS IN TEARS, riding a fully packed bus through the Bronx after being separated from AMY PEOLER AND TINA FEY

There he is!

Jimmy, you idiot!

You found me!

Tina Fey?!

no! Not Tina fey

No, you're Tina Fey, you're definitely Liz lemony!

No! It's not' it's me! Skrillex!

No—

GET OUT OF HERE.

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

“White people suck!”

This is a self-stated fact.

White people are the only ones going around saying that shit.

I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that.

“White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it.

I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist.

*may or may not have*

He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture.

He'd say shit like

“WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE”

Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race”

Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races.

White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier—

People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period.

They get away with so much shit.

This is a result of white dominance. It's true.

But this guy. Lol.

This guy would say things like

“WE made ourselves the TOP RACE”

And then further contradict himself by saying things like,

“I don't believe in race”

He was a narcissist.

Yeah.

Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things.

FUCK.

I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex.

More on that later.

I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence—

BUT.

He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman.

It was like he was rubbing it in my face.

For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like

“I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l”

I'm like, dude…shut up.

“WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!”

Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay.

Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose.

I'm like,

This is the new white power movent:

We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other!

Perfect.

But no, they are not the “top race”

There are more retarded white people than anyone else—

We even had one as President for 8 years!

I'm just kidding.

No, I'm not.

I don't hate trump.

He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct.

I don't hate him! He's hilarious!

When he's not directly effecting my existence—

Hes funny.

But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world!

Wow!

No, it's okay. I'm not racist.

I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black.

I learned to love-hate everybody equally.

Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone.

So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like,

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Everybody's on the phone.

I'm like

“Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.”

I'm like,

“I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me—

You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!”

They ain't shit.

But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them.

Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like,

“BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu”

Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up.

BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT.

Get off the PHONE.

Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of.

I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so—

I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house.

Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh.

Anyway.

But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just

“Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit.

I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit.

All dudes talk about is females so -

I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls.

This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace”

Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic—

But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world.

SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK.

“No justice, no peace”

Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like,

“FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!”

I'm like,

I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace”

After a week of this ridiculousness,

I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet.

Lol that's not funny.

They're like,

“Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace”

The other cops like,

“Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up”

Lol that's terrible.

Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other.

Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers.

But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive.

Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that.

So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can.

But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most.

What! I'm homeless!

That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty.

And I get it.

It's cultural oppression.

This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay.

I get it.

I do.

But at this point, I'm like

“This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.”

I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong,

I'm like,

“Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “

“Just fucking blow it all up. “

I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war.

“Drop that nuke directly on my face.”

I want to be ground zero.

Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it.

I don't care about anything.

My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it.

I don't even have a fucking HOME.

You need a home just to have a BODY.

The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work.

You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep,

These are not recommendations!!

These are requirements,

Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen—

I got over it.

I'm like “fuck this race war”

Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch.

Humans are fucked up.

Black. White. Everybody in between.

Everybody's fucked up, yo.

Greed fucked up humanity. All of it.

—but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world.

Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas—

NIGGAS.

And they're in a homeless shelter.

I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children.

Men are fucked up!

Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers.

I'm not saying there aren't any good ones—

There are.

They're just married.

I respect marriage so much.

I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized

“This is not how marriage is supposed to be.”

It's fucked up.

The good ones are taken, usually.

And the sad thing is,

Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic.

That happened to me.

I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like,

“Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker”

FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER.

I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex.

Yep.

I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage.

You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though?

My fucking marriage.

UGH.

FUCK THESE NIGGAS.

They'll have you fucked up.

They'll have you homeless.

They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up.

And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD.

She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him.

Then when he's done with her?

Yep. Trash pile.

Fuck these dudes.

So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit

*most, not all.

Done offend men. They'll kill you.

They'll worse than kill you.

They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up—

Then kill you.

So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment”

I'm like “okay”

So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away—

I'm like,

“Wait a minute:

So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?”

“Yeah”

Fuck the system.

I'm just jaded.

I love/hate everything and everyone the same.

You know why?

Cause it's the same fucking emotion.

They're not opposites.

They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion.

Passion.

Passionate fury

Passionate love

Passionate rage.

All really the same thing.

The opposite of love isn't hate.

The opposite of love is fear.

Weekend on a Tuesday

R3HQB & Laidback Luke

Love, much like death

Is just an illusion

another contusion, confusion

I'm a loose fuse confusious

Lucius, Lucifer loosens

Two tooth's,

apathetic:

I'm so pathetic,

No sympathy for the devil

No empathy for the dead

SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop

Why stop n shop

CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD.

Racist ass motherfuckers.

Supacree.

No, Dude. No.

Okay! Chak Chel!

Mm. -_-

I need to talk to you.

Please. Step away.

Wait!

M—no.

[she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.]

*sighs*

[she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.]

Where does that go.

I don't know.

*she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole*

Uhh—

She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void.

Oh, my God!

He stares off into the distance worriedly—

Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away.

Why Dillon Francis

Idk

I died and went to hell and back

and back to hell again

An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus

Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up

I'm stuck in a nightmare,

I can't wake up

Where's Shia laboeoff?

It's wild and rough

Inspired enough

By being in lust

Pretending it's love

But it's nothing

Jimmy Fallon

FLASHBACK : season 4

ANANDAR has an interesting medallion.

one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought:

Couldn't really be much worse.

Might as well fuck this dude:

Not like I could ever get the real thing.

Turns out I was wrong twice.

FLASHBACK: season 6

SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE.

Huh.

Oh wow, yeah.

Yeah.

So what does Dillon Francis want out of this?

Figure it out!

Uhhh!!

What about deadmau5?

JOEL ZIMMERMAN

I want nothing to do with this

DEADMAU5

…are you sure.

JOEL

Yes.

KASKADE enters swiftly.

JOEL

Ugh, this dude

DEADMAU5

WHAT UP, HOMIE.

KASKADE

WHAT IS UP.

JOEL

Ugh.

RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly.

RYAN

…am I late?

JOEL

You made it!

RYAN

Well, I promised.

DEADMAU5

You are late.

KASKADE

Ugh, this dude.

RYAN

Nobody likes you.

DEADMAU5

Say that to my face.

RYAN

Where is it.

KASKADE

Ooh. Burn.

JOEL

Oh-Kay. Let's go.

Lol. Where are these dudes going.

I guess we'll see.

PASQUALE.

Ahem.

PASQUALE—

Yes?

What are you doing?

Working on something.

Working on what.

Something.

PASQUALE

WHAT.

GET IN HERE.

Fine,

I don't have eyes—

I super sauna

Flora-Fauna

Outer space

And out of stardust

Superstardom

Flawed,

But by design,

Align with all of ‘em

Fine,

I really don't find you

Kind of attractive

Damn, I'm damaged

Do you mind

Or do you plan on dying anytime

Fine

I can't be white,

But can be tiny,

That way, finally,

When I'm someone's wife;

I'm the right weight and height for them to like me

Enough that they might—

I mean just might

Not cheat.

Horrible.

All I want is your attention—

A ten

A ten-tension

I wnant your attention

A ten

A ten-tension

Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exact— I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic.

GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz

WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO—

Yeah, that's right—

I'm gonna throw up.

Don't throw up in my house.

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

THIS IS MY HOUSE—

YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH—

Aw, shit, it's on.

KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE—

Is this dragon ball Z?

No, it's

FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING

If I hear Renaissance one more time,

I might just—

I might just

You're right

It's white power, it's alt right,

I can't fight it

It's alright

It's just another night

In the heights

In the no flight list

I'm on hiatus,

I'm high, thanks plankton

I'm pinapple, might just wine

Or whinehouse,

If I had my own house, despite this

Whatever

This records all hype,

Supply and Demand

I'm a Diamond

For your demon

Indegenous genetics yet

I'm homeless, on stolen land

I'm hopeless, once again

I stole this l, I am Sam

I'm alone in this—

Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass,

It's bombastic, I'm so past it

Just wanna throw a bomb at it;

Used to catalogue albums

Now I'm analog, all bad,

I'm so mad

I wanna take it all back

Like all that

This is Allllllll, that this is—

Is she coming back?

Maybe.

MAYBE?!

Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro.

10 bands?!

‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.'

Oh man, they hate us

Why God, do they hate us

Light skinned ballerinas—

Life is what you make it

Raise up from this hatred

Make my grave

With raising canes and gravy

Make the best of what you gave me

Questions in my mind arising

Or are racing

I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV

thinking

God,

Why do they hate us

Why do they hate us?

USA

Why do they hate us

Why

Why why

Why do they hate us

A master hypnotist;

Why waste a wish on this—

The fog, or mist obscured my vision

Interest in

THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE.

Now, wake up.

OH MY GOD.

What do you want?

I want to wake up from this nightmare,

I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair

I want to go to Long Island on the ferry,

I want to be there,

But clearly,

I'm here, and I'm sorry

But I'm growing wary

That God's even aware of me

I hate this.

Oh shit.

What, man.

I just realized— we're all gonna get really old.

Maybe…

—or we're gonna die.

Yeah, that's why I said “maybe”

That's fucking terrifying.

Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality?

…I don't know.

*hits bong worriedly*

I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER.

I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!!

Damn, Drake Bell;

I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you;

You stay fucking up.

Dammit.

What.

I fucked up.

You just stay fucking up

And I stay fucking up

And I say I'm over it,

But I'm a stray puppy;

A squirrel that's in search of a nut

And you are what you eat

So I guess I'm a butt

Or bananas

I've had it

I almost miss my hammock

I take that back

I ________ Manhattan

Hey, you gotta stay stateside.

What. For what.

NEWS: WORLD WAR III

Ah, fucking shit.

So, what am I supposed to do for mon—

MILITARY:

Get over here—

No.

Look, it's SkrillexZ.

No.

How about—

No.

Believe it or not,

I want what you want, m

I love what you love,

and then some;

Gone for a walk in the park,

With my heart in my pocket,

I hope she shows up soon

I hope that she's all that you've always wanted

Since I'm not,

And when I'm gone

My songs remind you of what

Love was,

The love that I had,

And the love that I loved just to love

And the love that I wrote in the songs that

You offered

I hope she shows up

And she's all that you wanted;

I want what you want,

And I love what you love,

I promise l

I hope she shows up soon

She's all that you wanted;

I wanted to love you,

But want what you want, hun

I promise;

I'm just coming off a long one

I love you for the long haul,

And then some

//

I keep on forgetting

That I'm not that pretty to,

Or around you

So I'll just—

Do what I do,

And move into the room

Where my room meets you,

In the vacuum of time and—

Collisions, and splinters

Unseasonable winters and

Missed kindergarten graduations,

I'm assuming at least

I can't move,

Or can't focus,

Can't write many words,

Or recite all my poems

There's just not enough time left

That I have

Imm mindless

I might have to find

A flight

To the homeland, and

I don't want to fight, in this war

I was drafted;

I wrote that before,

Now I'm captain

Disasterous…

Has it begun yet?

It hasn't been fun yet,

Just tragic

I haven't forggtten the traffic

I still have the hat.

I just might not be black

But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess

Sending signals, distress

Matching sigmas,

And sigils,

Invested in candle light vigils

Twisted like pretzels;

The rest of the West is in shambles

And I'm steady rambling,

Scrambling

What's the preamble, pastor?

Last again firstly,

And first again last;

How's that feel?

How's dinner after a hot meal,

2 days of cornmeal,

I'm horny,

But still won't eat honey

All out of money l l

Submitting to your said supremacy

This, I'll remember—

It's cinders and embers and ashes l

The fire you search for

Went out in the rain that I called for

The dance that I managed to salvage

From out of the past,

Like the misters and masters

I asked for the land that I am back

And we're all just grains of sand

And we're all just grains of sand

And we're all just grains of sand

I should want for nothing,

But I find you at the forefront,

Sniffing cocaine

Yelling my name

In the most profane way

Ah, down the alley, she goes

But—

WHY ARE WE RUNNING

YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS

WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY

CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP!

I'm losing control, now

I can't get out of it

Or into it

I'm on a roll now;

The role of my life,

It turns out,

Was just my life

Now I'm lifeless inside

“Yeah right”

*sigh*

“Like anybody loves me”

*crying*

“Like anybody likes me”

Yeah, that's right

Just lay down and die;

Lay down in the street like a dog,

“If you like”

Attack on my psyche

The love of my life was just like me

He might be

Are we even?

What do you believe in?

A seething scar on my iris.

Dine in and drive ins.

I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems;

It's over for me,

The American dream turned nightmare;

I haven't seen this stream,

I should lie here,

I haven't been myself in a while,

I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire—

Like I'm on a fire escape,

Trying to tape my mistake

At the brokenshaker;

Makes sense in LA,

But it's just another day here

How's the weather?

It's awful

That's what I heard at the office tomorrow,

I'll probably drown in my sorrows,

A crown on and borrowed objects

In my honor,

No, dont't stop here

This is bat country

Now some Sunni blū shit

Or SUPACREE, whoever she is:

Nonexistent.

Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich,

Dillon Francis,

I believe in magic,

I swear, I just can't stand it

I hate this planet;

Might be nice if I could manage to—

goddamnit.

Captain.

Where's she at?

Off the map…

There is no “off the map”

Off the grid.

Well, there's that.

THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE

We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years.

It's a woman?

CUT TO:

SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman.

*gross stupid rapper shit*

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

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-U.

Very much so.

Senator, a word.

How many words?

At least three.

Why is it always three?

MEANWHILE

*in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS*

*no, it's Hanzel*

Shutthefuckup.

Listen.

This is a lot.

Breathe.

[stops breathing]

I've got burning questions.

That's just syphilis.

I—

It only stings a little;

It only burns a lot—

You were my love, I thought

Lost, lost, at once

But here you are,

And not often have I wanted

To imagine you a star

Another catharsis

Another conundrum

The world is at war,

And the source that we come from,

Abolished,

So long lost and gone from our thoughts

Now,

Think fondly of lust,

As she fondled the heart that she clutches

From dawn until dusk,

After sunset,

Once buried but polished, recovered

And thought of more often,

Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous—

What was it?

What?

“The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy”

That is a good band name!

What was the other one?

“Bad with Matches”

I like that.

There was one more…

Uh…

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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

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-U.

And I want a PhD. In something...spacey. like astrophysics. Or engineering. Something that would qualify me to be an astronaught.

You want to be an astronaught?

Maybe.

I thought you wanted to be a DJ.

UH. I want to be a DJ in space.

For what?!

Doesn't matter, Satan. Just make it happen.

Consider it done.

I'm Not finished.

I figured…

________

And! Hands off my offspring, Satan. No untimely deaths, no debilitating diseases; and no country music fans--without providing said child gains a noteworthy career in country music.

What?

But my kids--no touchy. Any of them ever. They stay with God.

Which God?

Not you.

_____

And I get to keep possession of my soul, until all this is said and done; signed,sealed, delivered.

Are you kidding me?

Why would I kid around with Satan? Seems dangerous.

Mm.

So, I keep my soul until everything outlined in this contract is fulfilled.

This...is a lifetimes worth of achievements.

What's wrong? Devil can't dance?

Actually, I'm a very good dancer.

Alright then, let's do this.

This is...a lot of specifics. I'm going to need some collateral…

Collateral? I don't have anything valuable. Why else would I be here?!

You have a point.

And you have a pointy tail, in real life. Nice flex though.

Thank you.

Okay look. I don't have anything anybody would want or need; that's pretty much why I summoned you for in the first place.

Mm, no I can't be summoned--thats a myth.

Mmkay, well then how did you get here?

I'm pretty much always around.

Oh.

Yeah, I uh. Own property in Vegas.

Who doesn't?

You.

Well I want property in Vegas.

That's not in the--

Look...harder.

...wow.

So if you can't be summoned, how do I have the "honor" of your grotesque presence, today.

Well, I pray on the weak.

Clearly.

I've been watching you for awhile, now.

That was you?

Amongst others.

Like who?

You'll see.

Huh.

Plus, you're pretty cute.

Uhhh.

Might stay like this for awhile. I could really probably fuck shit up.

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-U.