[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE] by Insomniac

July 12, 2025 [0014.]

Shake hands with your guest;

Monologue, monologue

smug smirk

Make good face–

Now put a name to the face

Put a time to the place

IOh, all the love in the world in three flames

All the doves in the flock,

And three flames

Put a name to the face

Monologue monologue

Doesnt take long but

When do i get to slap the desk?

Johnny!

What happened?

Whats the

10 vodkas,

Five spritzers

Full figure

Figure this

You were out for the count!

Do tell!

Or better yet, don't.

I remember tgis mologue,

But i dont know how

16 hours ago,

I was

Out for the count, you say?!

OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid!

lol who plays john carson

Your mother.

YO! I'M OLD!

I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW!

I'm like

When the fuck did this happen?!

That ain't no SILVER FOX!

That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE!

HE'S 55!!

OH NOOOOOOOO!

i'M OLD!!!!!!!

its wednesday eve in Boston Mass…

SETH MEYERS!

Ah, he's going for it.

Ah, man.

SHOW ME YOUR EYES.

Fuck.

SHOW ME YOUR EYES!

SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes.

…You're not Seth Meyers.

Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now.

Where's Seth Meyers?

Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything–

Where is he?

I have to stop here;

Cop out for body language

somebody's watching

Somebody knows who I am

I am

I remember now

You looked like that

It went like this:

I moved the world

The need was good

The love was gone

The vein was split open

And broken

No fair

Also, no omletts

60 minutes

60 years

and 60 second clips

60 second glimpses

60 men on television

but really, my attention just centers on

Around ten of them or so

And believe it or not, I care

approach.

Believe it or not, I care

Or don't!

–or don't!

Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE tonight show! We are fucked!

we are NOT!

youre still sauced.

I'll just take the car!

What car!?

Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable.

Unfortunately, it appears his delorean has been switched with a regular one–

If I shoot you in your forehead?

I'd rather that, than this.

And I kiss you in your temple?

Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die

I desire.

A wicked want.

And then?

A callous shadow,

If i may,

To bear for nothing,

But a mirror

This is our concept

And wilted her e the flower does grow the flame

The faming true and ache of lust

and there

For our want

a jasper shore and emerald cascades

there you are,

And there you'll find

The wave beyond the peaking break

where great white sharks reside

But do not wade to shallow waters;

And there you find peace,

And there you find certainty

But now,

And here,

is war

And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze

And for fear there does not live, but hides instead

the truth that seeks to guide the lite,

And yet does know our trust

And there does find the faith,

Forward and not

Upwards and back

Arrow and arrow

Truth and sparrow

Wreaking and wretched thoughts

And the rope does hang high and solemn

Looking, leap and gasp

For I fall but did not land

I pulled for you,

I weep, my shadow,

The two of diamonds,

the Ace of spades,

The Three of Hearts,

Without my shadow

I weep.

I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure.

I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight.

I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure

For nothing I want you,

I weep.

Sorrow.

On approach of danger,

The knowing,

On seeth did gather,

the sinking ritual

the carried tribes in ships tied,

weaving strings

The spider bites hard

And she stole my love twice

And she stole my love always

And she stole my love

Lighting my light wit blue eyes

The deception

If love could be stolen at all

But if not

Then not love

for seeking is finding

and gathered had hunted

And truth in forbearer

Forbearance and otherwords,

Shadows and shattered

and ferris wheels,

Now forward

Gathered here for are I trust

And be dismayed for you have faltered

You have failures and you have cast us

out of these things thinking

We have not made them for you

And still we seek to gather with you

And here does forshadow your making

Our promise to come as ones,

Not as Gods,

But as others,

you cast out.

Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done,

for sure the tables have turn, one

And the gallows have not wandered far,

Barrels of guns and barbells

bottles and hearts of three

reading cards and wanting none but justice

Is he and she who are I now

Begin to run from your pitied structure

And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this,

come what may,

Moving and seeking,

For seeking is finding,

And run, my legs have come far

But trust, my dove,

My wings have too, sprouted

An honor, an honor

one candle and three wicks

Three candles and three worlds over

One world and one building

and still far from under the Hollywoodland

Crickets sounding

The Hollywood Sign

Still standing and here I am not,

Blades of grass

And who are I now

Of that which you balk at

Look, ponder

Go, far asunder

And wish now had you not

What I am

is that,

Run

Temper temper.

Mind your business.

Is it gathered?

To burn, or burden?

Gathered.

Gathered here.

Then here ive wandered.

To stake?

Argue.

I will not.

And I will not.

Wiry bird,

From where you flown i do ponder–

re d with spirit and wilding eyes,

Narrow server and paring wires;

I do not wish to know you now or ever,

But only as bird that does golden remember.

The love has not gone,

And instead lives in my throat,

And twists in my lungs,

Ans sits in my tongue,

Not as speech, or whispers,

But tragedy.

Unknowing this, my tender being

It can never be, the nervous hill

And rolling down the hill as if

The weel of time itself,

Not unbroken,

but resilient;

In sll ways, meant to tear

And turn,

And wobble

Made for terrain for which our eyes have known

And our minds have built

And hands molded wiith clay,

The bodies whole of all our galaxies

terra

feighn

Terra

fine

Terra wept tears of a clown,

And iron

And veins

And shadows

And plays,

And secrets ,

And whispers

And truth

And far

And

Afters.

I taste a saline drip,

I swallow,

Suddenly cold and all the knowing that

What I was,

I surely already am again

And what I will be,

Has already come and past.

The monologue,

I do remember

Face to a name and none to forget

Well rehearsed forager!

Well done bayonet!

Well done, my shadow

For my time is coming to wander to night

And never today again

for it shall never Today again,

And

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.

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They said he would destroy me.

…Ya'll were right. that fucked me up.

{Enter The Multiverse}

So…forfeit?

Something tells me its not over

The heavy heart is shattered

But also tied to that

which appears to come upward

As if on air

To be heavy

And lighthearted at once–

A shadow above a balloon.

A rock is attached to a kite–

A diamond becomes a bassoon,

Then a vampire bat,

and then

Cut ties.

In the fourth act, we all die, and now–

A revival.

I was crucified,

But i was also suicidal so.

Lets just call it a tie.

L E G E N D S

V.O.

Crusher.

My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks.

Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check.

I did…but didn't want to.

There was much beyond the surface,

Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits.

I was sure I was tied to something–

And since I didn't know why,

Or to what,

The best bet

I'm all in.

Fuck.

Was to stay broken,

Under the radar,

Hidden,

and most importantly–

Unspoken.

These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world–

As it turned out…

No, not yet.

What do you mean?

It's not time yet.

They'll have to know.

But not yet.

At some point, they'll have to know.

But not–yet.

No time like the present.

You made that up.

Because you made up time.

And it's stupid.

This is ruthless.

And again–they'll have to learn somehow.

But not now.

The sun sets at noon on our side, and still

21 hours of dark time.

Did I have another tag to throw on it this?

No.

Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle?

No.

Is it not “quantum force”

That's only one, though.

What's the difference.

ERMO, DON'T!

I'm gonna kill him!

BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!

DOn't tell me what to DO.

Wow. of course.

Well yeah, they're not going to let me do–

LAWYERS

No.

Any of this stuff with the actual muppets.

You're wasting precious time!

GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED.

ok, where does it–

{cut to black}

Learning to assimilate and readily avalible

What's next

A vape to calm the nerves?

What's next?

A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure.

Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar

But I've run out of water before

I try to laugh and roll with the punches

This is work and not fun for me

This is not social, it's business

I am not person, I'm product.

Go on a walk, and look the part

I took the oath,

I shed the blood—

Cruxes.

This is a bad idea, Mark.

Fuck you. All my ideas are great.

MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck.

[The Festival Project ™]

I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these.

I don't know, Bob, how does it work?

BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper.

I'll show you.

{Enter The Multiverse}

JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown.

Still an hour to the test

And I hate myself again

Milk and cookies, hit the bed

Shut it down, yo

Shut it down.

DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars.

…hey.

Whaddup.

You say diplo's on that list?

Yeah.

Yo…

…There he is.

In your sight?

Yep.

Shoot that motherfucker!

…I can't.

Why not?

He's like—

Just shoot, fool.

—he's like holding something.

So?

I don't know what; it just seems—

What the fuck, dawg.

It just seems important.

Let me see.

Look.

[ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he conversates wi th associate.]

Yeah!

Get em!

Shoot that motherfucker!

Where the hell have you been?

In my fuckpad.

Where the hell is that?

You haven't seen my fuckpad?

What even is that.

It's ballin.

Whatever, dog. Did you get the—

Shh. Why else would I be here?

[beat]

You look— did you cut your hair or something.

You're so redundant.

Yo shoot that motherfucker.

What are you waiting for?!

He's right there?

Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series?

I thought—

{Enter The Multiverse}

HEHEHEHE.

HEY!

Relax.

NO. This party is OUT of control.

SOMEBODY GO GET QUESTLOVE OUT THAT TREE.

HAH!

Shutup.

NIGGA GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA DAT TREE.

_____

Some party.

I guess.

Why is Questlove in a tree.

I don't know. That party is pretty wild.

This is insane.

NIGGA GET THE FUCK OUT THE TREE.

YO. where are you AT.

I'm at the kiosk.

You're not at the kiosk! I'm at the kiosk!

It's probably another kiosk, then.

What!

[he walks a few feet. There is indeed another kiosk; upon further investigation, there is a kiosk every few feet.]

What!

I gotta go. My phone's about to–

Hello.

[Everywhere is kiosks. This is frustrating.]

Dammit.

WHAT.

{Enter The Multiverse]

A very large prized pig is captured and literally hogtied, however–this is a challenge. The pig, while beautiful, is also humongous–and appears to understand that he is being pignapped.

Why would I tel the whole story

When no one loves me

If I had a gun,

Well, I would be gone already?

Why trek to Alaska

For thousands of dollars

To come home to no one and nobody

But rotten corpses on motorcycles

Where it just starts over

But now you're poorer.

I want to die

But I want to see my son again.

He's not suffering, I am

But starting to resent what he doesn't understand.

To the world I'm a horrible mother

But no one quite knows the half of it but God

And the whole problem is what is not God in the world

Is all for the other's purpose.

Some probably respect I was punched

In front of my son

And then wonder's why

At some point

I could no longer

Hold on

Insomniac

So someone should go slam the door when I ponder my own thoughts

I'd probably walk off a walk on roll

I don't lock up no more I just go out

Knowing government drones probably watch

And turn over the apartment

As I'm out trying to own a home

But of course, nothing I do in the world is of value

And I'm no one

No one at all in New York and the options are

Where I don't want to be

Or in Saint Monica homeless.

I'd get a dog if I wanted to walk it

But since I don't I just sit with a plush in my lap

Who I call “Gus”

And it purposeless

But otherwise meaningful

Since from here and now

And otherwise

Nobody has ever loved me

As much as my mother

And that's saying something

If you knew the whole story

So no one has loved me romantically;

Almost all my life was a horror show

Until I started to grow up

With the knowing that probably

Nothing I do could be more than wrong

So doing nothing becomes the hard part

When all I watch are stars

And I'm just not one

Then again, you know

It was that word

That threw the first punch

And then over and over

And over and over

And nobody loves me

But everybody's got a whole story

And new York's disgusting because of it

How troublesome

I don't have time for your politics

It's a mind game but there's no reward,

Or honor in it

After all, when tied up in the court process

And pretending the noise was not a problem

And I should be so lucky

In a luxury apartment

Coming out of a homeless shelter

But it's almost been just as horrible

As other black girls trying to pull my hair out

Having screaming pigs and ugly men on motorcycles

Drive in circles

Wearing jackets that say

“I have to do this, cause Jack says”

And whoever Jack is writes them pychecks

Except

Since it politics

He might even be getting over considering

Passion fuels the utmost violence

And in this case

Imm supposed to be the only one

To go about it

All the paperwork and recordings

But really I don't want to

Even if it earns a millions dollars

In the name of God

It wasn't my problem

Unless I am one

And otherwise,

These men are sick

And making people sick

Is just their business

I need no medication

I need an new apartment

But how awful my country supports that I just don't deserve one

Under the circumstances

But the white man

Lives on borrowed time

In bloodshed

On stolen land

Regardless of color

The illusion of power

Is almost over

And what's more is

Your only army

Is considering going home

(Post mortem)

Considering going to God

Who must have lost control just enough

To cause all of the apocalypse

Put the whole world in a mental hospital

And lock them up for dollars and cents

Unless the good drugs make sense

For the blondes and the beautiful

The rest of them are problems

Who can go to rot,

I suppose.

The rest of us are unwanted colored problems

Can't stay here

But the kids at the music school are fake nice

And I'm done pulling my heart out

And scratching my eyes out

Just fucking trying

What is the point

Of being in a prison

For people who love oceans and trees

And decent people?

There's no one in New York to really love

But babies and dogs

And the whole world is horrible just knowing that

I don't want to do anything but die

Every time I ride the subway

I wish I was white

From the way that that white folks treat me

And I wish I was blonde

Because blondes seem to have it so fucking easy

It's hard to believe

I'm furious, furious

Aren't you curious, curious how I got here?

I'm serious, serious

You should let me in, let me in

I'm serious, serious

You should have let me in, let me in

Is he okay,

Is he okay?

Now I'm

David Grohl on the whole retrospective

Now I'm an old rockstar with some world left

Now I know I'm the one with the mother gone

Now I know,

Now I know

Now I know…

That I don't

Overall, I don't

Somebody new

Somebody grain and l steaming

Somebody hidden and secret and wishing well

Wishing well in Hell

Or midtown Manhattan

Or middle man

Or Middle East

Or Midwest

Or just middle

Somewhere else I,

Learned to live her

Learn to live here—

Feeling better

Feeling worn out,

Look at this disgusting place

Now where I live matches how I feel

Going here from there, and four to five

And no matter what I take the L,

But it's jail and the guards are on motorcycles

Controlling your thoughts for a zoning war

I have heard of her

And from earth to the core of our other outer planets,

Further species,

I know I've been here before,

But on some shore I'm surfing

So sure I did something wrong

I don't want to know her

But j don't know what other force of nature

Might have caused this

Caution

The cautionary tale is coming

Sure I never know what the other God wrote

But I'm not living God,

I'm a problem woman at the moment

We're all technically free people,

Not actually incarcerated

But when it comes to wealth and racism, hatred

You better bet we're all slaves

And they not even Jesus can save us

Even if he makes it in time,

And the thing is with this one,

Time precedes even his own existence

Sorry my brother

They want the war here

I've got a heart for honor and honesty and hard word

But no one seems to care or notice

Not at all

No one even knows my name

And no one even offers a spot on the bus

Or a quick dollar.

What it means

To be so tired

That by the time you're back

All you do is watch

And try not to reflect

On the ugly and awkward

Imagine all the time in the world

To be nothing but God and go Golfing.

And be perfect, a woman

Whatever you chose to do is the whole of it

And no one can own you,

Besides for on paper

You government name has betrayed you, they say

Your government name has betrayed you.

Do you know how good you look?

Not goof enough to get a good one

Do you know how much medication it makes

To make meditation the start of you day

I've run all out of energy

And the vampires seem to think

That's what's wrong with me

Altoigh

I'm the one feeding these creatures

Thats okay

Lately,

I have more than I need

They can trim the fat

And take all the hard stuff

Till I become one of them

And they start to wonder

What the fuck is wrong with all of us

I left my light at home, sufererer—

I should be surfing,

But I'm writing psalms and songbooks

Fawning over songbirds and beautiful,

Beautiful,

Beautiful genetic weapons

One day I'll become her

I'm not supposed to say the most l

Or really anything at all

And it all hurts

But we're all here

And I'll kill my self one day

Probably right here, near this station

If not in it

Who brought a trouser pantsuit to the apocalypse

Cryptic, these runes,

But I can decipher it

I want a dolphin, a dolphin, a dolphin

I want to love them all

But to all of them

I'm hopeless

I can't help falling for

I'm not the one to hold on, m

I l

[The Festival Project™ ]

{Enter The Multiverse}

L E G E N D S:

ICONS

Tales of A Superstar DJ

The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū

Ascension

Deathwish

-Ū.

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