[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

What did I do?!

YOu know what you did.

∆

Well, alright then.

∆

Must be something.

∆

I got it.

“The Legend of Supacree”

L E G E N D S

“Tales of A Superstar DJ”

To do: Cut Freaky Friday 001

Cut Throwback Thursday 001

Cut SOM III

Part I {God Is God]

Part II [Clockwork]

–Pull 212 Remix

It's far beyond my control

I get out of my head and into my soul

In one ear, never out the other

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I am the king:

I am a punk rock icon

YOu want to fuck

You better turn the lights on !

I am a genius

I am Jimmy Nutron

If you're a salad

I'm a fucking crouton

lol . what is this.

Sunni Blu turns punk rock.

Sunni, you can't just change fucking lanes like that.

Well, I did.

You're a rapper!

I'm done with rap!

UGH!

I'm a rock star now.

You can't just BE a rockstar.

Number one in every chart imaginable.

I told you.

I need a drink.

Arrange a tour!

YOU SOLD ME OUT.

I sell everyone out, Dillon Francis.

–But you promised

I had my fingers crossed.

That's impossible, though because your hands were–

[Morgan appears in the doorway behind Dillon Francis.]

Uh—DEAL'S A DEAL, DILLON FRANCIS.

What–?

GET OUT OF MY OFFICE. ahem!

Oh.

Morgan, come in.

I'm…already in…

Dillon Francis was just leaving.

No, i wasn't.

Well, you should.

o>o

Sunni.

What, Morgan, What.

I need to talk to you.

You're talking to me right now.

Alone.

[They both star angrily at Dillon Francis; A three-way stare off, then he exits awkwardly.]

So. can like–anyone play Dillon Francis?

YEah, I think, that's the entire point, maybe. Idk.

Really? Because I feel like it's very important that–

Fuck your feelings.

I feel very strangely about what I'm about to tell you.

Fuck your feelings.

Uh-huh. Well.

What is it, Morgan? I'm not in the mood for.

Yo, this is intense.

Speaking of which.

I found Skrillex.

Are you sure?

THis started out as a punk rock ballad.

I love punk rock.

Well, it got carried away, very quickly…

[A Giant Bird Swoops Up Skrillex and Carrie's him away very quickly.]

Nice.

Hold on. Something's coming in here…

I LOVE THE SOUND OF THE…

Wait, no, that can't be right.

More—

WHAT THE FUCK.

What?!

There's no english translation for that.

Well, just try.

*unintelligible gabled nonsense*

Well, you tried.

Alright, now listen here you miserable sonofabitch.

Oh no–what happened.

I'm not sure . Just a moment ago, it was funny.

WHAT DID YOU SEE?

Too much at once.

Get in the ship.

No…

Get in the ship–please.

….Ok.

I like you.

For what.

Damn.

This is cruel.

Where is Skrillex.

GET IN THE SHIP.

NO.

GET IN THE SHIP, PLEASE.

HELL NO.

GET IN THE SHIP, OR ELSE.

OR ELSE WHAT?

Tell me again how you hate my nuts.

I wanna lick your nuts.

I– what?

Excuse me–ballsack.

—-what?

Ballsack. I wanna lick your ballsack. *ahem.* excuse me

–And if it were up to me–

“I'd suck all your dicks in a row, if I could. And I could.”

She said that?

She said that.

She said alllllll this:

All of these things?

All of these things.

Yup.

AND THEN SHE SAID—

[censored]

Woah.

On LIVE TV?

I told you this would get out of control.

It's not out of control! It's contained!

[Fire raging out of control.]

(0% Contained.)

WHAT IS THAT?

It's a dragon.

Aww, it's so

MO

FIRE*

AWW.

Yeah, watch out for that.

Raven, I need your help with something.

I'm not sure I can really help you much more…

Not with the project.

–Then I'm not sure I can help you at all.

As a friend.

I'm an “employee”

You're the only one I've got.

Friend, or employee.

Friend. I've got like 6 Employees, and I hate almost all of them.

You have six people working on this project and it's still not finished?

I've been busy.

I haven't left this blackbox for 46 hours!

And you'll get overtime!

*a look*

Eventually.

-Beat-

*sighs heavily* Okay. What is it.

Raven.

Yep, that's me.

(lol)

Have you ever had–uh–

–I'm not sure I like where this is going–

Aragon.

Hm.

Well, that's not very creative. The dragon's name is ‘Aragon'?

SHHHH.

Trust me, the name precedes this creature's title .

Have you Ever Had–A vision?

What kind of question is that?

Sorry for asking.

Sorry for what? I assumed you knew.

–

Burning a letter, to God

Burning a letter, to God…

And the ashes scattered

All over

New York

No wonder,

No wonder

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Burning a letter, to God

Burning a letter, to God…

And the ashes scattered

All over

New York

No wonder,

No wonder

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It's that wall between you and the world

Where you are—

That sets you apart;

The star of your own show

Covered in sawdust,

—an unpolished tryphophobe,

Hyperboles and hyperbolic chokeholds on the shows you love, the clothes you used to own;

A phone in airplane mode,

No knowing what the code is,

Lol don't tell God you're bored in New York

Oh wow

WOW

W0000W.

Don't tell God you're bored at all.

INFINITI

I'm not amused.

SUPCREE

I know, right.

SUNNI BLŪ

fuck, I'm bored.

SUPACREE's FIRST ANUAL FLEX AWARDS

First Flex, of course goes to SKRILLEX— for showing up in New York unannounced —then leaving me there to die. !. Major flex.

Now that that's out of y question . way.

ARMIIN VAN BUREN— for dropping an album on my birthday. Flex.

KX5 for putting my name in a song. — and spelling it right. Super major flex

.

SENZA GLUTEN restaurant

SOL LEWITT

Not so suddenly, I had grown tired of the psychological game that was being played, whether it was in my own mind or otherwise—and had decided to withdraw; I couldn't bother myself m by worrying about things that were entirely out of control-however, by maintaining a distance, by now, I had realized that there's m I paid attention to anything at all, the more in control of it I was—and so I did my best to keep away, and as hard as it it was to not speak with my son, now that he was with my mother and potenrially happier—as speaking to him before he has always sounded sad—and though it was a sad situation in general, the time had passed that I was going to fight my old family on anything, and continue to be fucked over by the same patterns and behaviors they had always used against me, now that I understood very well the rules of power, taking in the lessons I had learned as sacred—as well as myself; not that I was sinless, but after all I had sacrificed, I did seem to emanate something Holy, and though I had to have considered all that had happened some kind of spiritual awakening, I still worshipped my God, no matter how apart from it I felt or was—and I never really was, anyway. Something indeed was strange—and though I considered myself to be in great mental health, consistently dealing with people who were not—ie, the whole of the general public—to be disasterously draining

Hey where you going?

I'll give you a run for your money—

Heres a train ride;

I'll show you.

Take this.

Don't kill me.

You're already dead

Oh my GOD!

Take this watch

What is this!?

Put in on?

Is it Apple—

WHAT!

will it sync with my phone?!

Phones—where we're going, we don't need phones!

OKAY, THAT'S IT. I wanna see this fucking movie!!

Which fucking movie!

I don't care! Just put all the scenes together and call it a complication or something - lol

I love compilations.

Ew, lady, gross.

Who is that.

That's that lady.

*slurps*

Ew!

Yeah, I remember her now.

Fuck.

I hate Manhattan

You know why?!

Dudes in suits.

People in blazers and shit,

Pleated slacks.

Like wtf you go to a dry cleaners?!

Fuck you.

Rich ass motherfuckers.

Cuffling wearing morherfuckers.

The worst part is,

They look delicious.

All of em.

And here I am, in my baggy ass pants, just trying to pretend. I don't live in fucking Queens.

But at this point—you know what?

I look like I live in fucking Queens.

I'm one pair of crocs away from really not giving a fuck about my life at all.

Sit here and write for awhile, why don't you?

Now that it's nice, take the big city vibes in

Life isn't high stakes and New York minutes— it's

Sitting in ignorant bliss,

A memorable moment,

Listening to fountains, from a distance

And not trying to fix it—

For a moment

It's an optical illusion.

Just as you were—

And you still are, on the surface

Still accomplished, under all that

Loveless news, financially discontent,

Still, not worthless

All the words were up to something;

Just as quick as adderall or some

Focus sets in

—a force of useless nature

Underwater in midtown Manhattan

The mad hatter, sitting at the entrance to the matrix,

Entranced and enthralled by the mallets and maladies,

One that tricked her has imagined

It's a trickle down effect

It's just a deficit of culture

Redirected and defected, But de facto—

(As was written)

Haven't had a laugh in ages

Haven't trusted ever aince;

And heaven comes just when the words have all been written

In the end,

We are

GOD

Let me see your eyes.

Are you looking down at me.

I'm always looking down at you.

So you are.

Your eyes, please

Try to wipe the confusion off your face a bit;

It's settling in between the brows,

And you've no makeup to cover it—

What a menace. She is—

Mirage to men, and still a central figure in their fantasies, imaginations and emissions,

Pull the trigger, then:

Nobody needs you here

And nobody needs to hear it

Nobody needs to feel the words I wondered once,

Then lived them, written In my fingertips.

Another iPhone wins the war;

A wind reminds me just of him

Another human

Can I go now?

Are you done yet?

Have you cum yet?

Did you get a hug yet—

Or a lunch ticket

Has Skrillex mentioned you in Instagram—

Or have you called your family?

No.

Then you're not fucking done yet

You asked me what to do with the festival project:

The answer is: “just do it,”

Put it somewhere, go to bed and to the gym—

and when it's finished, and the money's rolling in. and Jimmy Fallon phones you,

happy that a dollar in his hand at random landed in it—

That's when you're finished.

What if that never happens.

That's what “IF” is.

What's the difference.

Oh, there's Eminem again.

Finally.

God dammit.

Talking to God at the plaza.

Slipping away through the alley

Falling in love with Manhattan.

Wondering when you'll be happy

I almost swore to God that Hal's the Broadway musicals being advertised were fakes—

they just seemed so terrible, so bad that it had actually made me feel—

that I somehow had a chance

I'm at the Whole Foods running up a bill

Feelin kinda hype—take a pill, needa chill.

Get real:

i'ma feel this later l,

I'mma oh like a quarter of a mill

I already gave you the deal

When I left Israel,

It's real!

Wtf. Jesus

WhT.

What are you doing.

Just—trust me-

I don't trust you.

You don't trust JESUS?

NO.

I'm your brother!

So what! That's even worse!

Here, take the wheel.

No'

Take the wheel!

No'

FIRST ANNUAL FLEX AWARDS

TMPL FITNESS- for offering one-day trials to their boujee ass gym—

Lol didn't I write this already

You wrote everything already.

Oh. ShT happens.

Ugh.

What happens next.

Whatever happened to—

NO. HE'S NOT COMING.

He's coming now.

NO.

Yes.

CANCEL THE PARTY.

You can't cancel a party that's been going on for 4 days.

Damn. It's been four days.

So far. Yeah

Supacree's a legend for this.

I'm gonna have to put you on The spot right now, I'm sorry.

Sorry for what.

I don't know.

Suddenly, the deadmau5 and the avicii hit all at once.

At the same time.

The same time.

Speaking of bass cannons.

Oh, that's right.

SUPACREE'S FIRST ANNUAL FLEX AWARDS

KX5

A second award.

Goddamn it, fool!

kx5–for making a dick-shaped bass cannon. SUPER HARD fucking flex. Literally.

Are you a gym rat— or a gym shark?!

I'm a gym rat.

Wouldn't you rather—

Hold that thought

::|pause

Fuck this game. I quit.

You can't quit

Nobody quits!

I fuxking quit.

You can't quit

Don't quit

i figured it out

Figured what out

The game. It's no fun anymore

You figured it out

What is it

What's the secret

I JUST WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU

oh.

-42

Yeah.

Are you sure.

YES.

Get away from me— I will throw you in the ocean!

Lol. That's it? That's the end of the episode?

Yes.

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Agatha…

A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light–

…We Meet Again.

FUCK. WHAT IS THIS.

I know, man.

FUCK.

Fuck.

Well, are you gonna tell this story or not?

This isn't possible.

It is possible.

This isn't happening.

–

This dude has a radio tower in his front yard.

That's his front yard?!

I fucking guess.

What is that.

That's a satilite.

Nice.

Yep.

Alright, you son of a bitch.

Hey! My mom's nice!

Not that nice–bringing you here.

How do you know that's how I got here?

Exactly my point.

[cocks pistol slowly.]

You're dead, mouse.

OH.

I GET IT.

kill that motherfucker.

Wait. Hold up.

Hold the phone!

Holding.

How did we get to this point?

I mean– a few ways.

What are you watching.

SHH.

Wedon'tknow.

SHHH.

OK!

SHHHHHHH!

IT' getting good.

Ya. It's getting deeper.

So much deeper.

WAit.

…

Who are you?

I'm a fan.

No.

How did you get in my house?

It's my house.

It's–

–no.

No, it's not.

YEs. this is my house.

No.

What.

GEt out.

SHH.

What.

DUde–

No.

Ze show is on and it is getting one deeper. Be quiet.

IT's getting two deeper.

–like nine deeper.

SHHH.

Oh, I get it.

She really wants to fuck Dillon Francis.

#FuckDillonFrancis

Uh, no–

I already did that.

Gross.

Excuse me.

You are excused!

I mean, I beg your pardon.

Please, don't beg.

Er, uh–

Could you repeat that last part?

Woah, this gets multidimensional as fuck.

I have a time machine.

Are there any loopholes?

There are loopholes.

THere better be loopholes.

Sorry, we're out.

GodDAMMIT.

What.

I was really looking forward to those loopholes.

Well, they're gone.

FUCK.

HEre, have some

Oh-Noh's.

I don't want–

Just SHUT UP and EAT YOUR CEREAL.

Don't worry–I'm still Team Skrillex.

There are TEAMS?!

Oh, yeah, bro.

Oh, so–it is a love story.

I don't think that's what this is.

I'M GONNA MURDER YOU.

Ok.

WITH MY DICK.

A-1.

There's something I need to tell you.

What.

But i'm sworn to secrecy

Then how am I supposed to–

Just–shh– follow my lead.

“The Magic Effect.”

Did it work?

Don't know yet.

You nutted to this girl 36 times in the last 20 Calendar days.

Ok…

36 Times. One Girl. 20 Days.

…What's your point.

This is ferocious.

I have your entire internet history.

All of it?

Oh yes. All of it.

Welp.

Well.

THat's it for me.

I've had enough.

There's no Skrillex Deepfake.

Aw. that sux.

Why would you look at this?

…why not, though?

You're a disturbed man.

I'm pretty regular.

REGULR TO WHO?

*shrugs* Me, I guess.

TURN THIS OFF.

I can't take it anymore.

Whatever happened to the–

SHHH.

Fuck. I'm so wasted.

So what do you think is gonna happen?

Listen. I have a lot to get through. THis is all just nonsense.

I think we're avoiding some heavy subjects, here.

Well, there are a lot of discrepancies.

Kill yourself.

I just did.

Kill yourself–again.

I–GodDAMMIT.

Just do it.

NO.

Come on.

Congratulations, you got the job!

Yes! Thank you!

What's the job?

I need you to get the fuck out of here in the next five seconds–before I blow my head off, and take you with me.

Don't do that.

Five…

Yo, i'm serious.

Four…

Jesus Christ, dude.

YOu don't think this hits a little close to home.

Home? what is home?

For the Record, Skrillex, Dillon Francis, and Deadmau5 respectively are all getting their dicks sucked on yachts right now in some foreign exotic country–

You're not wrong.

That is correct.

Standard music business.

And People are living in tents under bridges.

I'm just saying.

If you think this project is reckless and bizarre, check your own simulation.

So.

So.

Where were we?

Somewhere between blowing our heads off and getting our dicks sucked?

I'm sure there's a striking correlation somewhere.

‘My Candle Burns At Both Ends…'

Oh, More Occult Magic

God Bless The Illuminati

GOD

I Am The Illuminati

Glad that's settled.

Three.

Goddamit, don't do this.

Two– [cocks pistol]

Why just pistols.

Cause shotguns are messy–

–and for dramatic effect;

I love that sound.

[the other party quickly removes his handgun from his waistband, shooting the other man and then himself quickly; They now both lay dead.]

How do I write this

Just write it.

I need adderall.

You need Jesus.

By goD, youre right. [iPhone]

What are you doing?

Calling on Jesus.

Are you serious.

He's the plug.

Ugh.

I need adderall.

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I don't need it to last;

I just want it–

I want it so bad,

In my mind,

And my hands are just throbbing

My heartbeat, the hearthrob

Red, red, robin

Sang the very last song;

Now it's all over

Just another sad, sob story

Just another one,

No worries

Supper,

Super Vegan Salad,

Naan and Hummus,

Minestrone

Don't you wanna know why Equinox?

Because, I'm horny

As the clock struck one, I woke again

with hunger, not for money

“I just wanted you to come”

“I just wanted you to fuck me”

Now, where were we?

Or where are we?

I got another Hot One, for ya

Another Jane Fonda movie part,

If she wants,

I think she'll love it

Listen,

Control–Release

–Control—-

—Release—-

Control—---Release.

—-----Control

—-------Control

—----------Control.

Nobody cares about me

I should kill myself, prob'ly

I've been waking up lately,

sweating

Thinking of how you don't want me

But i keep on dreaming

I'm breathing you in

Believe me, I hate this

I'm letting you in

A knock at the door –

I don't answer

You hate me now

Heavier,

I was just thinking of ending it

I don't go out no more, really

I hate it, cause

I'm the whole city

I hate it

I shoukd just kill myself maybe

I'm lagging, a bit

But its still synchronistic

I hate this

Just wanted some dick

But i wasted my chsnces and wishes on

Killing myself again

Where you been lately?

Where you been lately?

Where you been lately?

Where you

Where were you

I hate you, I

Hate myself

No, I'm not angry

Well.

I'm just a dumb little whorel

Whats'a worth to you?

Words?

Or just nothing…

No curse,

Nothing.

Love,

Nothing.

I sleep at night but I'd rather be

Dead than alive

Theres no love,

Its a lie

Just go

Left, back to right

Die,

Or just diet

Might as well try it, right?

All by design,

Its designer

Its right in my budget,

Hey there, delilah;

You like it?

I might not be light,

But I sure am righteous

[You will not ever love me;

Love is an illusion.

You would not ever love me;

Love is an illusion.]

You're only in my mind

(in my mind, i am)

You're only in my mind

The whole world is in my mind

In my mind, I am

(You're only in my mind)

You're only in my mind

In my mind, I am

I am in my mind

It was all a lie!

(It all aligned, inside my mind)

It was all a lie!

(Another test of time, I am)

It was all a lie!

How could you find me here?

I need some amphetamine;

Know what I mean?

I'm a fiend for focus;

Dopamine, adrenaline, and even–

Screaming on my knees beneath you

You know what I mean?

You need me?

You know what I mean.

You mean it?

You know what I need.

I need some amphetamine;

In shades of green,

Believe it

I can't eat my words,

If i'm not eating

(I'm not eating)

I can't even read,

If i'm not sleeping

(i'm not sleeping)

Life is Pretty Odd,

Lets make it even

Shades of green;

Believe it

Shady trees and leaves

A change of season

Don't just want it,

But I need it

You need me?

You know what I mean.

You mean it?

You know what I need.

I need some amphetamine;

In shades of green,

Believe it

__

–And he's got green eyes–

(And he's got green eyes–)

(And he's got green eyes–

–And he's got green eyes

–And he's got blue eyes;

–And he's got blue eyes–

–And he's got blue eyes–

And he's got blue eyes

_And she's got brown eyes

–And she's got brown eyes

–And she's got brown eyes,

And she's got brown eyes

And there's just one love

And there's just one heart

And there are more parts,

To this story

But here's the first part…

–And she's got blue eyes–

(and she's got blue eyes)

(She's got blue eyes)

(She's got blue eyes

–And I stay up at night,

Sometimes,

And cry about him

–And he's got hazel eyes…

And I stay up at night,

sometimes ,

And write about him

And he's got brown eyes

(and he's got brown eyes)

(And he's got brown eyes)

(and he's got brown eyes)

–and he's just like me–

But he don't like me–

Cause I see

Eyes,

In my dreams, and I

keep

writing about them

-The Ripple Effect.

Damn.

You put the whole album in the description?

Yeah.

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To think,

It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs—

And in the end, if you don't make the cut

They just make you kill yourself, anyway.

Love isn't real, but money is;

And all men want is money,

So they can buy the love—

And all women want is love—

But it has to come with money

Or it all just falls apart

It all just falls apart

It all just falls apart

“Illuminatus”,

Open, close

Illuminaudio, for starters

Cross a crucifix for sons, and wanted daughters

What's a brother to a sister—

Or a mother to a father?

What's a stop sign to a car,

If no one's driving?

In the end, they kill you off

In the end, they kill you off

With every cough, they kill you off—

But there's always another

Who wants to be a star—

Or just

The mother of his child,

Maybe both

Genetic lotto luck

—the cut off.

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INT. EMPIRE ENPANADAS. NIGHT

You gonna order?

What you got?

Empanadas.

Just empanadas?

—Yeah.

Okay, that's weird.

Lol the only thing funny about this scene is that their New York accents are so atrociously heavy.

Right.

—weird.

INT. SUBWAY STATION. DAY.

Sunni BLU is passed out in the subway station.

Ew…

Yeah, my god.

Wait—is that—

—sunni?!

SUNNI drunkenly groans.

Sunni! Get up!

Ughhhh.

What are you doing?!

I'm drunk.

I know that.

You're always drunk.

Yeah.

What are you doing here.

What.

In the subway.

I do this sometimes.

What. For what?!

You never know who you're gonna meet.

In the subway

On the floor?!

YeH! I met R- Kelly down here!

What!

When was this

Not at this station, though, but yeah.

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