Three artists preform the same spell with entirely different intentions—in some dimensions.
‘Skrillex is my Spirit Animal'.
It will wound and perish but will not bond or be bound to death, until it again becomes as One.
Honestly thought, this was a movie about:
The Womp WOMPING Willow will beat your ass into believing you are— whatever it tells you, you are.
I don't think D.J. wants to be a DJ.
Shut up D.J.—you're a D.J. Too—you Motherfucker!!!!
[hey motherfucker—Timmy trumpet]
DJ?! That's the Fuxking WORST.
AGHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHH!!!!!!!! IM NOT A DJ!!
—Skrillex—the world's first “SUPERSTAR”DJ”
AAAAAAAAaaahhahgahhahahhahhaagghhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
As part of his prison sen—
Jesus Christ, what is his power?
‘Skrillex and Supacree Scrap turned Barroom Brawl'
They beat the shit out of each other, with bass, and bassball bats.
I thought it was theatrics!
Insomniac has incredible production value!!!!
AGAHAHAJABSNAKAJAABDKSMA SNSKAOZJSNSLALZKS—-
*obnoxious super drunk fart*
(Especially, for a woman!)
Hey/-! You can't say that!
Ext. Boston, Massachusetts. Day
‘SKRILLEX' is an extraterrestrial entity which manifests variously through specific forces, subjects, and beings.
Though masking her true identity, CC STONE, the chosen secret identity of the mysterious SUPACREE, has been in hiding, though knowingly under conspicuous monitoring. SKRILLEX uses telepathy, as to remain intractable to the extent of normal human capacity, or even the most advanced technology, to continue evading the various government entities and agencies seeking to study this ‘intangible energy'.
Having become a guiding force and ‘imaginary friend' of SUPACREE, masquerading as unassuming and low-key traveler ‘CC', the pressures of dark forces arise in the form of hostility, which SKRILLEX combats quietly, most recently, silently.
After decoding a specific series of dream sequences projected post-consciously, ‘CC', wrought with anxiety, contemplates secretly relocating, anticipating more terrorism from her own home country; She begins formulating a way to escape further being targeted secretly.
TImelines begin intercepting, as NATALIE from DEATHWISH is contemplating jumping from the 6th story of the same apartment building; CC/SUPACREE considers this, but focuses on a positive solution more diligently, meditating.
Upon returning to her studio, CC begins cleaning and, although she's only just finished eating, begins preparing another meal to eat; As the energy moves around her, she begins to move automatically; now fully aware of SUPACREE's shifting abilities. She submits in silence, sighing in relief as a greeting.
CC pauses in silence; The room is grey and empty; Then, she remembers something.
‘The Skrillex Project' was intended to be temporary.
Oh please, there is no Skrillex.
Of course there's a Skrillex.
There is, you're just limited.
Of course I'm limited; look at this.
Look at this place! What happened here?
This is it, since it...shifted.
Shifted? What the fuck does that mean?
--And, that planet is off of its axis entirely.
Are you just repeating everything?
It is. Skrillex is Ridiculous.
No way, man, I'm not summoning Skrillex.
I was just kidding! I didn't think we were actually gonna do it.
Come on dude, just say it, just say it!
No way. One of you say it!
Oh, fuck you guys. It's not like it's going to work, anyway.
Nothing's going to happen, I'll prove it.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
The lights come on, the boys stare at eachother in confusion and disbelief; the sound of loud footsteps as someone coming down the stairs enters the basement they are gathered in.
Sonny, only slightly startled, unassumingly looks up at the group of preteens, and seems for the most part unbothered.
Three boys from a separate dimension have caused their own "nonexistence"; in their own reality, Skrillex (which can literally be an ambiguation of anything, If everything is everything and so forth) does not exist, and his his actual existence is thought to be fictional, historically misrepresented, or inaccurate--being told as an urban legend
How long after the first scene is this happening?
Well, I mean...I don't know.
Well, we know these kids come from SIR;
Technically, but I think this happens before SIR has been established, since upon returning home, they all know Skrillex is real, spreading the story among the skeptics and being exhausted after Skrillex, looking for somebody stumbles through their dimension and gets trapped in it, quickly gaining a global cult following,coining the term "Skrillex is real", eventually leading to Skrillex, Isreal.
Which I guess makes sense.
Get this: they changed the word "slave", to "employee"; bit it still works the same!
And I mean, they get paid, but they have to pay their wages back to basically the same companies the money came from…
I'm not. I wish I was. This is fucked--(up)
I mean, the people on this continent aren't even eating, so I mean.
I know, it's the whole place.
But it's mostly this "United States", it's full of baby rapists and run by these... white supremacy people, and they raise cows just to make “steak”.
Right? And the slaves just take it, they pay for everything they make!
She's gonna be so mad when she sees this.
We have to; they just planned an entire pandemic, and it's entire purpose--
--in this country, it's currency.
"Currency?' what is "currency"?
The Legend of SupaCree follows an involuntary “hero” on her adventures, after her powers become unlocked; Now, she must join forces with the other DJ's to Save The Rave.
SupaCree refuses to tell anybody anything.
She still hasn't told her mom you're “Skrillex”
Ugh, no. And she makes me shop at K-Mart every time we go over there.
You got that at K-Mart? It's nice.
Where did you find a K-Mart?
Bampheramph training is considered complete once the trainee “stops crying”, thus begins the official recruitment process, which includes but is not limited to reaching various ‘extremes', which differ by context.
[She squints suspiciously at him and jots something down in her notebook.]
So, do you use Serato, or Rekordbox?
What the fuck does that even mean?
I'm not going to fight for him.
Do you honestly think this is happening to anybody else?
Infinite fucking everything. I'm not about to try to explain it.
So what are you going to do?
she is, but she's not a man.
She's trapped in a casket
And can't imagine he'll ever come back
But can't get past the magnet
Magic has its way of making things go crazy
Oh what? Have my people call his people?
SupaCree summons Skrillex.
You stop. Skrillex-Skrillex-Skriooex o
SŪpAcree has become a disastrously egotistic and diva-like superstar, we see she is in this world, outwardly bitter, rather angry and despondent, having learned to capitalize best not being herself.
A young intern helps to prepare an event; His trainer, an astute and rigid stage manager, after finishing a series of detailed questions about the theatrical performance and it's various attendees-+ leaves the intern alone for "just a minute" handing them her clipboard as she hurriedly rushes elsewhere.
The intern scans the clipboard, flipping the front page over to reveal a hidden note. Taking the initiative (trying to be assertive in the newly appointed position), asks nervously...
...And what about Skrillex?
The intern stands, frightened at her anger. The stage manager returns.
I hate this shit, it isn't fair.
Woah. You did all this for Skrillex.
Sonny/fictional skrillex: Do you know why ai put you in this fucked up dimension?
Me: WHAT? YOU DID THIS? NO--WHY--??
Sonny: So you could get your shit together.
Me: well, that's fucked up.
S/FS: I DID NOT think it would take this long
Me: well, how long is it supposed to take?
Me: ...well, how long does it usually take?
So wait; You guys from the future--
Well then, how does it start?
-----------------------------
I'm not going to Skrillex.
OOH, ARE WE STILL BLEEPING OUT THE SKRILLEX?
Nobody should ever hear this.
The Song has become a number 1 hit radio sensation.
What the fuck is my life.
What the fuck is your life.
I don't know what the fuck.
(Terrified) what? Dillon Francis is here?
What? No—it's just Skrillex, he's just...here to collect.
What, dude—Skrillex is your plug?
Where else am I gonna get premium space bass?
I knew something about you was really Skrilly.
Ok, no Skrilly in front of the—
He is magically just, suddenly inside.
The two stand starry eyed in amazement.
This...transaction is private.
It's fine. You guys are alright—maybe—breathe a little—
—large gasp, has not been breathing since Skrillex...what did he even do.
No—apps—no. There's no fire. He didnt apostate.
Yeah, I mean teleportals also are like:
—actual teleportal, which is a huge, very not quiet, black hole like vacuum with lots of colors, lots of light—
Well, how did he get in, then?
“What the fuck is Shiffted!?”
The SupaCree and The Skrillex share these commonalities:
A bunch of keys in a wheelbarrow.
I don't know! I just know, she told me the key was on the key ring
WHAT keyring dyde?! This is just a wheelbarrow full of KE*T!
[wheelbarrow full of ketamine]
*wheelbarrow full of keys!!
(He produces a heavy chain which appears to (not really) link the keys together
God deletes all the Florida Keys—except for one—
_________________________
I will not “go” to the “Skrillex Reddit”
No way. We are going to the internet for ONE thing—and one thing only.
“We are gonna skate to one song, and one song only.
BALL SO HARD MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA—“
Yes, I thought it was Skrillex.
We never go online for Skrillex.
You don't even know what we're going for
And I've been prayint for a way to try to say this stuff—
What are you gonna do with all this Skrillex?
No way. If you're gonna do that…I'll take it!
I don't know. I'll think of something.
...okay….Just--come help me lift this.
“The Great Big Book of Skrillex”
This...is just an Encyclopedia.
...you bought encyclopedias?
I needed them for my library.
Not yet. They're installing the elevator.
Of course there's an elevator; it just doesn't get to the library. Yet.
What did you do to my house ?
Well, after I put the fire out—
—there were, of course, several smaller fires—
And now there's just that one.
A fireplace? When did I get a fireplace?
Well, I needed an easier way to get in and out.
—wait, did you just say “in and out”?
That sounds good. I wish they had a vegetarian menu.
GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR SAUCE.
Sorry, we're out of ketchup.
Okay, can I just have special sauce then?
GODDAMMIT DILLON FRANCIS.
I hope this isn't like the Skrillex thing.
We're still under the limit.
Obscured by a plume of misty light gray clouds, an entire city is enamoured and mystified by a mysterious force, as The Skrillex lands on earth, from deep space.
Ah, it's gonna be like this again.
Ooh, lets move to Korea Town!
This is the time and place
This is what being a writer means;
It means the typing comes out lyrically
and everything is rhythmic;
but recitation makes interpretation
Anyone who wants to say the line can say it,
I can go anywhere in the world…
I'm not quite white enough.
No, it's--karats, it's a measurement.
Why would you bring melatonin to this event?
I have problems sleeping.
Why would you fall asleep at a RAVE.
I'm still needing attention;
Why didn't you just leave me?
“Let's blow this popsicle stand”
I don't know, it just ended.
What do you mean “it just ended?”
Well, here come The Men In Black... and Skrillex.
((You should get it, you're the one writing it.))
Oh shit, did you just say Skrillex--
DON'T say it again. Please. I gotta go.
Late for WHAT? Your set is in 10 minutes!
Skrillex gives me angina.
And now, vertigo— and I only recently found out what that even is.
I love what you did with the tectonic plates.
Well, you can't just throw poop in the streets.
Wait, seriously, Skrillex?
Of course we do! Don't be ridiculous!
Skrillex is ridiculous, yes.
Skrillex and Dillon Francis fight for the win, as they battle for their "biggest fan" and vets*bets are placed to see which 'body of work' is completed first.
BODY OF WORK. I said. That--that's my entry.
So. It doesn't matter, anyway. I've got more scenes.
Of course you've got more scenes, it's more cost effective. She's got a sick business model.
Oh yeah, where's this 'business model?'
It's at your mom's house.
(Good, she's very organized)
Skrillex is ridiculous, yes.
Chak Chel, I'm almost done with the list--
I'm...on my way back, I'm just having a little trouble understanding the last thing on the list, it just says - Skrillex-???
...what do you want me to get from Skrillex?
His head springs up toward the sky. Looking directly "at God"
You want me to bring him to you? I don't think that's a good idea!
Of course it's a good idea, Dillon. It's my idea.
Don't give me your fucks right now, I don't have time, Dillon. Just go-
How am I supposed to explain this?
[She hangs up him; he looks at his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dials a number.]
Hello, you've reached Skrillex; We are reviving more calls than we can answer at this time. Your call is very important- Please hold, and your call will be answered in the order it was received.
Soft music begins to play.
Your estimated wait time is: One hour and, fifteen minutes.
He places the phone into a holster over the dash and programs his navigation to a location on the map,
(Later) >>you had ONE job.
I had a lot of jobs, actually--i was even a firefighter, at one point--
SUPACREE has been procrastinating telling SONNY anything about anything; However, Everything is Everything.
Listen, Skrillex told me something--
Skrilllex?! You talked to Skrillex?! Where is he?!
Look, I don't know exactly. But it said
...he said--and I mean like like, really really clearly--
I guess this is the part before we go into that whole backstory?
The Diva SupaCree and the Egomaniac Skrillex are the worst possible combination of people possible.
[Note* Because she has gained worldly powers through weath and fame, she has no Spirit magic, making her cosmic creation ability react randomly in heightened states of panic,anger, and tantrums--whuch often result in the uncontrolled (and unexplainable, mostly) accidental shits through time and reality, usually working in her favor, however feeding the fire which continues to consune her soul with the worldly evils of capitalism. A large dark and ominous karmic justification, less of her actions than by her attitude, is set in place to manage her habits, resetting her on the path to saving humanity.]
This version of SupaCree is overly confident, sometimes pompous, in love with herself (even in the mirror, as her Omnipotence and awareness grows stronger in the other bodies of her collective conciousness.) Being enabled to do whatever she wants, she begins hosting large scale productions, flaunting other the top and sometimes nonsense "showing-offs" , even going as far as to hire an entire lineup of the worlds Top DJs just to watch her preform, giving 3 VIP tickets away to another concert, where they are escorted from yo her set to preform as spotlight artists, after having insures that they would bomb on stage--beginning as a Rap Battle, where she totes a Golden and rhinestone hammer, which she uses as a prop--but as the cosmic power from within acts with intention the hammer takes on a life of its own, controlled by the telekieisi of the princess through another dimension; after the hammer eliminates the X and Dillon Francis, Pasqualle (actually Dillon Francis) is spotted out in the front row, and ousted as a time unraveling fraud of conciousness, then transforming into a gavel, this beginning the judgement of the above-ground portal of punishment, as it plunges the party goes into dungeons and alternate dimensions as The Diva SuoaCree and The Egotistical Skrillex basically battle to the eventual death of thousands instantly, as they "beat the fuck out if eachother with bass" collapsing the mainstage and sinking through a giant Rabbit Hole as the San Andreas fault line begins the apocolyse as depicted in 2012, Arriving in Hell, creating a second stage inside the Rave Cave Satan Created--where they have the CRAZIEST raves. While the battle between good and evil has officially begun, as the intergalactic space race to locate the planet at the exact right time space, era, and age becomes reckless, creating voids in space, creating a now expanding outward compressing inward collapsing contraction, the Multiverse and it's ever expanding realms are collapsing and colliding as reality shatters, a concept concivable by the extra terrestrials of advanced conciousness and evoked evolution--but it's hell-meets- heaven on earth as portals between worlds, basically, the best, most horrifying lazer light show in history, allowing fictional characters and science fiction to become reality,as worlds collide into one. The humans trapped in a eaveless covid 19 are blissfully ignorant, raving at home--meanwhuke the world, while also fighting a war where literally anything goes and everything is everything, as the laws of physics or any science ever apply. The occult magicians are at an advantage, able to harness the magic of the changing alignments, as the Ascended Masters plans to move the planet, keeping it out of the Global Government pact between the Intergalactic Planetary Waste Management and specifically The United States, as the evil Government--the same that launched the multiple attacks on both the Original Cree, SupaCree and The pSupaCree, still hatching plans within it's branches ran by white suprimisests and cult leaders or religious and prestigious organizations of protected traffickers, drug lords, and other evil rich people who continue to work towards the irreversible, certain and complete death, from which she cannot ressurect.
The certain death SupaCree results in a
I TOLD you she would be here!
(At Skrillex) Whose that guy?
After this, we're done--right? No more of this sh-
*Sighs* Yeah, man--I…Yeah. It's right here.
None of this is "good", okay--this is the total opposite of "good", this is *not* good. It's ruining her life.
I didn't think it would go this far--I mean--Everything?
Everything is Everything. Where is it?
...it's...here. *sets it down on the table*
(He puts his hands up mockingly) yeah dude, I'm out. We're like, good, right--? Like, I don't need anymore bad karma--
Oh, now you wanna be "good"
You know what I meant. This is fucked up. She prays for you.
Maybe now she'll realize she should be praying *to* me.
*Befuddled, over it* Alright dude, good luck with...whatever…Just...Don't call me anymore.
When have I ever called you directly?
He walks away, bursts out of the front doors frustratedly.
Leaving the lair, Dillon is snatched, scary kidnapper style.
Trying to reach the plug; it goes to voicemail, then immediately recieves a text.
Sorry, my schedule's pretty hectic. I got class all day and then I'm going out of town.
Damn...now what am I supposed to...huh
Guy: well, I don't have any of that here, but what about this?
He pulls out a Skrillex (after we are introduced to the dimension where the Skrillex becomes a popular device--but much like a googleflab (from Rick and Morty), it has many ambiguous uses.
her eyes light up, as the Skrillex begins to glow.
I just don't...really… Skrillex anymore.
Why not? Everybody loves Skrillex.
(('Oh God' WHAT? I'm busy.))
(((Go, quickly, please.)))
I think...I think I'll skip that.
What, are you trying to be a nun?
Angel: you'd be a terrible nun.
No? Suit yourself. It's here if you change your mind.
The man walks away, and she lets out a slight sigh of relief.
Angel: Telling you to STFU.
Angel: SKRILLEX THE FUCK UP.
Angel No? What's no? Skril--!!
Angel 2: Ignore him; listen to me.
Angel 2: You need Skrillex.
Angel: what, why? What is wr--(ong with you?)
Angel 2: shhht! Look, this is important.
You're going to have to be a little more specific than that.
Skrillex first, specifics later.
I don't--do that anymore.
We know, look--just--youre not thinking clearly right now. I need you to focus.
Focus how? Janie didn't even pick up the phone, I haven't heard from her all summer. How am I supposed to focus without--
No, you Shuttup. Both up you shut the fuck--
Say it again. I'm past that part of my life.
Yes, so let me rest in peace, please, without Skrillex.
There is no peace without Skrillex.
That makes, the opposite of sense.
Just--look--its--You want to finish your project, right?
Oh, now I'm alive--I thought I was dead.
Shove it. And tell Satan--
Satan!? Oh please, fuck that guy--!
You think we came from Satan?
Dude, I'm an angel. I have wings!
Of course you do. Like Satan doesn't own Stocks at Red Bull. Christ.
Jesus: Aha JINX. You owe me a Piñot
God: WHAT did you just say?
Christ is right. You got us confused, honey. We came from the other side.
To feed me Skrillex? Uh, false. Begone, demons.
You really don't--we're trying to help you.
Angel 2: wait, which one? Now you're gonna have to be more specific.
I specifically quit Skrillex. Now, leave me alone.
Ok fine. I guess I'll just--
I got a call for 'Christ', and then a second one for "Jesus" did you need--
Jesus? Oh, wait-- Jesus? Oh my God.
I wouldn't bother her right now, she's kind of busy.
Oh, no thank you. I don't gamble. Addictive personality.
A beat. They all stand quietly (though Ū is the only one visible to the shop owner, who has returned with Pizza.
Jesus: Ah, what? I want some…wait, only she can see us, right?
Solid. Yo, I want a slice of pizza. What kind is it?
Whispering to jesus: I don't know!
Shop owner: don't know what? Or, what did you say? I didn't hear you.
She awkwardly stares forward speechlessly, overwhelmed by the two angels and Jesus directly behind her.
Don't just stand there! Say something.
Uh. What uh, what kind...is it?
Pineapple,pepperoni, jaleneño.
I don't work for Satan, you work for Satan!
Jesus: Grab me a slice homie, if I gotta fight the Devil again, I mean--he doesn't look like Satan, but--you never know these days.
Make it two. hah. YOLO. Hah. Just kidding.
Shop owner: come get a plate. *he gestures to the Skrillex, which glowingly levitates hovering above the countertop, whirring.*
You sure you don't want any of this?
That? No. That--uhh--i'll just have Pizza.
You sure? Skrillex is great with pizza.
Jesus: Awh, what? Skrillex? I love Skrillex.
*She squints through her sunglasses*
The shop owner hands her a plate, she dishes out two slices, as the angels and Jesus bicker beside her; she stands deflatedly, uncertain of her seemily collapsing reality. She presents the plate towards jesus, who looks up from his argument with the angels, enamoured by the Pizza.
Jesus: OoOoh yeahhhh. Sprinkle some Skrillex on it.
She looks at the Skrillex, which has now started to vibrate and emit a sparkling silver cloud around it.
Shop owner: change your mind?
The Skrillex starts whirring more loudly. She side eyes it confusidely, and shudders.
Are you ok? (Echos, until she hears her own voice, exclaiming--)
FLASHBACK: *GASP* ARE YOU OKAY?
She turns swiftly towards the bathroom; Jesus and the Angels are waiting, cooly and nonchalantly in front of the bathroom doors. As she shoves a paper plate at Jesus, she swings the bathroom door shut--
Jesus: Didja do the Sprinkles?
The angels jump as the door slams. Jesus is unmoved, excited for pizza. The male angel shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face.
You're a sick man, Jesus.
(As he bites into a slice of pizza) hah. Thats what Pontiius Pilot said. Mmm.
In the bathroom, Ū panics as she over thinks, sitting on the toilet hunched to think. She lets out a sigh, and as she looks up, realizes Jesus and the Angels directly in front of her, jesus still quite enjoying his pizza.
Uh, actually,you called me two times. I mean--not *just*--
Are you eating in the bathroom dude? Agh gross…
I'm here to answer your prayers, I didn't know anyone had been listening to mine.
...what, dude, you pray for Pizza?
If I pray for you to leave, will you leave me alone?
Prayers are answered in the order in which they are received. Wait, how many light-years did it take you to ressurect?
Oh, shit--should I have said "Spoiler Alert"?
I feel like that's the least Jesus thing you can ever say.
Not quite--and not that it matters. I served my time as Messiah. They didn't believe me, 2,000 years later…
Wow, okay. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.
I don't think that's a good idea.
There is no point,I just want to.
Why? It's not as if you haven't already, over and over.
So good you'd really put yourself through how bad it feels?
I know what love is. I know what I feel
Like I want to listen to…
What is your favorite album?
Specifically, as it pertains to--
Explaining makes it worse, trying to clarify as if you haven't been thinking about it for at least a minute, suggests you know what I mean.
A measurement, increments of seconds--60 makes a second.
I don't know that measurement. I know it's milliseconds, that make up a second,but they're so shirt, nothing really matters. A seco d is short enough.
Longer than an instant, but...that's about it.
Well, then--whats an instant?
Theoretically speaking, the space between nothing and something.
So, an occurance of something?
Or rather, as something occurs.
What happens in an instant?
Anything can happen in an instant.
I believe, an instant--would set a point at which something occurs, or becomes an instance. Right here, right now
--right then. All instances, at different places in time. But an instant means,that it happened quickly.
Right here, Take a right--on
I don't think this is getting better.
I don't see it getting any worse.
He's alive was all that mattered fir a moment, but strangely, really, even as this evolves into an almost unbreable soul sweltering--
Because it's not soul crushing. I know that feeling all too well. It's like a.
Wait, you can feel your soul?
Ugh, yeah. I would hope so.
Or maybe that's The Reason
(Oh please, I couldn't even listen to it right now if wanted to. )
((Oh, shit I really want to))
(((What was that, even? A panic attack?))
And that's--why I hate myself so much. This sensitivity inside others don't seems to have. That shit hurt.
Well, there's the Straight Razor you've been asking for--two of them, actually right on top of the Bible.
Hey, how's that bible coming along?
The one I wrote, started in,or Directed?
Sometimes, I feel like this… whatever is trapped in this body I hate so much, just needs to fly. It really does hurt now, like all the time--sometimes is not as bad--like that panic attack, or a hyperventilation--
Okay, I need to Skrillex.
At this point, both, think?
Because if anything I intentionally set myself spinning was getting to the end of this endless River of--
And the animated movie, where Chak Chel was just a "retard, maybe? I don't know" or something dragged along by her brothers who just wanted to party, but end up accidently leaving her and she just keeps time traveling using her magic of nature through water and eventually meeting with The Skrillex when the thing was just a tiny thing that whirred around repeating things and making certain sounds no one would hear for--wait which human era, or where is the thing that came from the Dimisionb where the SuoaCree and Skrillex on the mantle, or the dresser of the Scientist or something who invented these two intricate pieces of alien technology, so artfully and intricately desiged and allinged neatly by the window, where The Skrillex was still sleeping and he didn't even see The SupaCree leaving, alternately it was SupaCree who slept while The Skrillex crept out of the window, gettinng swept up by the giant thing I haven't really even seen, cause it's so big, so big that people just say "wait what is that thing" as it just sweeps the galaxy collecting all these interesting anomolies in space it's LSDream's infinitely expanding vast of bigger-than-a-planet massive thing repeats the phrases from the renegades of light while both expanding and colliding space in time and music side by side and while Bampheramphs and Psychonaughts like Dorothy all collide with other psychedelic fictions of our time which, by the way reminded by the way the Raven's like a writing desk, cause RAven's helping write is and The spider is the plug, a bug and chArlotte lost her mind when in somewhere around Christmas time I sang to silver bells and the vibrations aligned as only time would tell my that I still like to harmonise, and I remember when my cousins in the car who couldn't hear the harmony when we would sing to bars of gospel music, people like to spend their time in bars but I'd just rather look at shooting stars, and stars inside the eyes of drunken stars as I fly, a shooting star as I was stricken by a guy whose name which I refuse to write, but I'd excersise in time with an album that I like, or rather that I love and that's just what it is, I love the man no matter what but wonder what he thinks of someone so fucked up that has nothing someone who has and does everything genius mind mastering magic of music in the least, but I think I just might be obsessed with this celebrity; apparently however, everytime I close my eyes, to pray or meditate, or enter dreams, or take a trip eating anything, actually--just when I do anything it's Sorry Sorry Sorry just forgive me for being me, that's the album that I planned to do one day cause r can double as an n, I've said the n word 37 times, at least I don't know why that number but I hope I just don't have to be this stupid Dillon Francis fan who writes about the stupid things that nobody really watches DJs like I do, but I do cause I used to want to am a I might be a superstar DJ, like I need to be my DJS favorite DJ and the truth detector reads the truth when Supacree finally obliges the bad guys who keep asking who the TimeKeeper who holds the key and I guess that's right on time, as perfect timing binds the Triverse that she is together in the never ending, she'll just keep on searching for her buddy, or her best friend, or her hubby, whatever's possible possibly anything as magic brings about the rounds of tragedy collapsing fabrics planets lands and galaxies, dimensions where ascended Masters have to lead the good to defeat evil, SupaCree reset the balance as she laughs with Dillon Francis and she leaves The Skrillex stranded a galaxy with Sonny, as she sees it, cause she doesn't see--its easier that way, but out of mind he cannot be as she's combined with her devine a d has omnopitient exsistance as she visits with the people of her planet in a distant galaxy after the Apocolyltiic shit that just collapsed and vanish just begins, an intermission and an interview session where suggestions of the clips and flashbacks give the population of the planet, none of which are racist, having given all the bad away to Satan, which is fake because she made it up And nothing isn't nothing, Jimmy Fallon fucking loves it cause it's just a peaceful place where no one else can bother him and now it all makes sense, but it isn't the end because it's infinite, like infinite like "isn't this just a about one thing?" But everything happened in an instant, so the clips could go in any order, or we just delete it--bht she can't delete the Skrillex and she hyperventilates as she remembera something makes something makes something happen if you just change your perception to it had to be a positive then lost as fuck is really on the way to "here it is" and "where is skrillex" is the significance of what it is to be significant...it's intricately vivid and colorful, these visions, it's been just a year right now but Ive been learning from somewhere that an instant here is eternities in other places I have reached And "what did getter do?" Is being answered in the frequencies and I don't really care, I'd rather die then live inside a world that doesn't think a damned creating new things all the time but finds attractive pictures in a screen and scrolls and scrolls to like it and he just might cheat if she looks just like her profile right, but does she ever--all the filters for the catfish, tastes like dirt and nothing's worth it if I work this hArd to barely be an urchen on the giant animal, whatever urgens like to pasaste And I am just a person on the other side of paradice I go through all these places on the westside where I've died a thousand times, I don't know why I like it, that's just my life and I like to like my life, but life's expensive when it's nice and I could write all this and never get attention which is fine but I am writing this and never making money, that ain't right I don't really like the money, I just wanna sleep in side. I don't really hate my country, but I'm a vet that died because I said I'd run for president and someone in the white supremacy movement tried to have me killed not once or twice, but by the time I finally tried myself, they didn't even try to pump mys stomach in the white run republican undiscovered bleeding heart, the state that I was born in, which THe Skrillex digs in record time to find Chak Chel inside the SupaCree and then it flies away as Cree before the supaCree cries as she tried to figure out the how and why the mother ship is on the other side And she can her someome tell her to get inside and wonders how the song sounds like a skrillex set, like he was playing live inside her bluetooth set as she just tries to find it, cause it was her spofity, but sounds like all these sounds from guys that she admires dropping bass in side her mind and he was wasted, more than wasted, more than wasted at the time after she died and he was thrown into the world that did collide, the bird that really liked the boy who shot her and the microscope the scientist is eyeing is the scene in black and white and all this writing might be nothing like the points in any time where I'm just running on like raven does, and satalites find wall e and the SupaCree while dancing And I hate the way I just hate the way I can't get it all the way organized and how would I send it to Dillon or skrillex and what if I did this and get no response not a miniscule anything to the time that I put in the time that I wasted if I'm rally just in a life where my punishment is seeing someone die by my side a thousand times and writing everything I've seen while taking time talking to God and asking just to skate his life, while I've been pleading with the devil that he trade his death for mine and I become a tye died crypt keeper with diamonds on her sythe and I'm a psycho psychic psy-something oh wait, I like psy , but I remember blasting Skrillex out my window in the night the northern lights would dance and sing as I left my volume high in 825 where I was writing things for tv screens just leaving fiending for a cigarette and I get frostbite cause I cannot buy the gloves I need, or food to eat or anything at any time, I give my life to guys like Sketti and see Dammit all the time, and I never even got to tell Feysha fucking bye but just decided I'd leave dubstep on, which no one really liked it's like 09 or something, I don't know, it was another life, the title song I'd write to Vibrate but I didn't know the vibe just might be high enough from playing bass beside the northern lights for universal occurances or the torture that this is for everything I wish to be eventually granted either by death, or by snu snu, I refuse to live through poverty when all of me died in that room where the car where the place that the time where my daughter and son died. I haven't been write ever since. The pain to work another job I hate, not worth it, to stay chained to the ex who made me hate my entire being, because everything was my fault and my fault and my fault and my mom the default resulting in the revolting ball of all the ugly bodies in the world that's just this damaged sack of whatever road I'm on, but it won't be long, now, the monkey said and the monkeys dead and the monkey is me, if the white supremacy guys talking rught--or I'm an idol that might have the thing the world needs, but it can't see cause people have eyes and I just have love in my love and my love is my art is my I just can't get off this rollercoaster ride
But Choppa burned down the whole ride, I only got to ride it once, but it's fine--if he's been in hell since the time of the album where I liked to fly on the luggage carts flying as I'd do a job I didn't like
But that was back when I was fine with making nothing for my time
Now I'm either making someone that I really really like
Or I'm dying, I would love to live
Satan runs my mother from the other side but I am really just my mother, who can also travel time.
Oh, I remember thinking that it might be funny to have actor Jallel White arrive in cameos as--
Oh right, the roomba in the room that just
Honey, come home please--we are worried about you.
Heaven has been calling for while now.
Maybe the dimension this makes sense in is in the next realm.
That's just it. There is no knowing. I'm starting to get a clearer picture of it.
You said the vision was vivid.
Which Vision, most Visions are vivid.
This is just inside your head.
I would buy it if I didn't have my pride and $40 I'll apply to something else.
Like flying back to the town you said you'd burn down and your ex denies but threatened that the gang he's in will kill you--
That's what you'd like, right?
Death, just as long as I die. It can't be suicide, the sin that left me punishing and writing sides for Dillon Skrillex Roiland
The longest drive that never was, was just hallucinations, right?
And Chak Chel's sweat lodge before you found the rock where all the butterflies
A deal with the Devil turns into a wild goose chase through Hell, after
Father Said,Skrillex 12th Planet
Something Sunnï This Way Comes
The Suite Life of Sunnï Blū
I don't have any love left
This infinite pit I live in is just
Isn't it time we get rid of this planet
It ends in headonistic and satanic
Evil eyes, and all the lies
I won't supply you with the times
That'll be the day I bleed
That'll be the day I bleed
That'll be the day I bleed
You just do what you want with your body
Do whatever you want with my body,
It's not any concious being
I'm just being honest, if
Honesty is the best policy
And polished lips is all I see
Inheritance is all it means to be free
You're better off than me
Just hang me loosely from a noose
Upon my very favorite tree
Just tie the noose around my neck
Display for everyone to see
Just tie the noose around my neck
The fallen angels, wicked saints
Mistakes and meth to make the grade
Close my eyes, though they are shaded
Those remind me of a love
A tainted, bloody wishing well
Well, my friends I wish you well
If I could damn myself to hell
The Beginning of The End of The Infinite Skrillifiles.
Sonny's unborn son travels back from his future and winds up in a...
To go back, I'm assuming.
Oh YES—we were tie dying!
Ya'll. Skrillex is an alien.
No, I mean-- like, for real.
No. But I mean, on some real shit--
[THE SKRILLEX (A Giant Alien Spacecraft) is Unveiled]
No, Siri--Okay, you know what? I'm not even mad.
Suddenly the Skrillex is activated by th--]
Because, remember, it runs on--
Are we terrified or astounded?!
THE SKRILLEX PLAYS ‘PORQUE NO LAS DOS, BY SUPACREE
[Miniature Dance Break, even amidst the chaos
Wait... I wrote this song.
Yeah, but...in the future.
Wait, I thought there is no future.
There has to be, Skrillex is in it.
It's him, he's just screwing with it.
What is she even doing here with us?
She's going to help us find him.
We've had several hundred experts listen--
There are several hundred ‘experts' in Skrillex.
Several Thousands, more precisely, in this specific field of study, mind you.
This is a very serious matter, miss.
A funny series of chapters, if you can get through the burning tears of heartbreak.
Disclaimer: Sometimes, the truth hurts. Don't Kill Yourself.
The Infinite Fandoms Are Watching Via Interdimensional Cable in Real-Time Live Action.
(What the fuck is that supposed to mean?)
((All the DJ's will get it.))
So I guess this is not your sweater.
(Squints, guiltily lying.)
Oh, ffftt-- reat. I was only holding onto it because I thought it was yours, and actually gave a whole fuck about it. My mistake, fuck.
So you don't mind if I just... burn it, right--?
Don't what? Light this--not your--but completely random--sweater on FIRE? What might that do?
(Woah, how are these two on a first name basis?)
Jesus and his angels also really enjoy watching this show. Jesus has been on extended vacation for quite some time; He lounges carelessly, snacking on pizza in a cloudy, albeit, smoke-filled paradise. Two of his favorite Angels occasionally accompany him, carrying out tasks throughout the inner dimensions.
Ohhhooo, Christ, I knew it.
He's been fucked, now he's just done for.
I know it's your sweater, asshole!
[The BODYGUARD steps in.]
Most DJs have interdimensional cable, and take guilty pleasure in watching the series unfold, sometimes working themselves to manipulate circumstances in the favor of the desired outcome.
Oh, this Is getting W E I R D.
It was always weird, now it's getting good.
Watch It? You watch it motherfucker!
[The BODYGUARD steps back cautiously.]
My bodyguard will eat your bodyguard and--!!
Is that really your sweater?
How did she get his sweater!?
Dude! How did she get your sweater?
How did she get his sweater?!!!
Yeah Sonny, how did I get your sweater??? How did I do that?
I--don't know! You probably stole it from my house!
I don't even know where your house is!
Google knows where my house is!
GOOGLE KNOWS WHERE EVERYONE'S HOUSE IS.
In the reality where it's a live-action, realtime gameshow:
WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME?
ARMIN VAN BUREN is watching in literally every-possible infinite dimension, via a multitude of flatscreens, within his megaship.
Your references are outdated.
[She tosses his sweater at him.]
(Sipping soda smugly through a straw.)
Woah, she loves that thing.
What? I--I don't want it---keep it.
I don't want it. Take it back.
[She flicks the Bic, Lighting the Sleeve On Fire]
ALICIA KEYS is a guest star on one of the infinite television shows in which this takes place; She reprises her classic song on stage in front of a live studio audience, as the events are projected on megascreens behind her.
So's that sweater, isn't that significant, or something?
Copyright Protected by Writers Guild of America, West
‘Thieo' makes his final wish (for his truest and everlasting love) to his appointed Acceded Sorcerer; but there are trials he must endure and obstacles to be met before his wish come true—
C'Esmett— A warrior princess raised to rule is on the brink of going rouge, after she is betrayed by her betrothed —her calling to become queen is imminent; yet she must overcome boundaries set by tradition, facing the powers-that-be to strengthen and master her own. Her ancient knowledge, ascended sorcery, and intrinsic healing mysticism— amongst other gifts of nature (a seer, fortune of truths; being of light)
A Divine Psychic's Reaffirmations of The Reflective Premonitions from A Life Lived Infinitely
There's no doubt that I have been unbreakably and unbearably tied to the future which I once foresaw, and still oftentimes do with the reminders of each lucid love once set in place as a code, a language spoken between those of us in this realm, and those ascended beyond the duty of this existence.
Though names continue to blur and confuse the true presence of either's auras. I've come to believe almost to a point of knowing the connection between myself, Dillon Francis, and Sonny Moore—Respectively and as a conglomerate the latter mentioned a fluid and translucent reflection of myself in every sense that all he is up to this point is all of what I am, and also am not.
Though careless now in my regards to that of what may actually happen behind this point, there are broad visions of certainty pertaining to the realm of infinity, with the extended knowledge of what has already, and what will happen, if allowed to be so. Still, careless in the overall outcome, I can only help to wonder which circumstances I have received not in the energetic form of thought or imagination, but in the broad and astral cosmic visions of what lie ahead, as I have finally come to gracefully l accept and respect my very psychic sensibilities.
Annie's just another body
I'm just another heart, but
Impossible responsibilities
Irresponsible possibilities
Not anybody that has to be
Drops the album, goes on tour
I'm crying on the kitchen floor
But I'll be at the bottom
In the eyes of every model
In the smile of every dancer
Irresponsible, improbable
[Scary Monsters and SupaCree]
I smiled, declined to act on impulse
She's less complex, cause she's basic
Everthemore complacent, blatantly lazy--
Whatmore could any man want?
Whatmore could any man need?
Whatmore could any man have;
But the best friend who needed therapy,
Several Plastic surgeries,
A fading glass menagerie--
If she knew what that means.
(Basically, they're both nobodies.)
‘What on God's awful green earth
Beggars can't be choosers.
But she was never like me
Do you have an explanation of what's happening to me.
Every realm of reality and possibility. This is infinity.
What is this all supposed to mean to me?
You can see everything and nothing;
What does it mean to you?
I've been half of a wide-open bleeding heart,
Since the Goddamn start of it.
I was only ever always on the dancefloor when it mattered.
I was always looking past him, but not ever looking at him.
It was always just at random, but i'd never thought to ask him
They're watching us, from above.
They just don't trust us.
Look what we've done, look what we've done to the planet that gave us all the light that we come from.
It appears to be ‘shimmering'
What exactly is happening?
The entirety of its surface is Auquous.
If i learn all the planets,
In the everlasting galaxies--
And learn how to explore it…
I just might get to Skrillex.
I might fully need a Xanex bar if I ever see this kid in person.
I mean, really. I don't think this is ever going to work.
It might not work, I mean--
Oh God, no; I'd be far too nervous.
So what are you going to do when it comes time for festival season?
Fight or Flight; A Natural Response to Skrillex
There is no natural response to Skrillex, because it's unnatural.
I am I ‘m trying to figure out how to protect this species.
Oh now, you're acting as if he's not human
Of course he is. But i'm not.
All it is, is science, a bit of misunderstanding.
Experimental sorcery, possible exploitation.
I'm not exploiting Skrillex.
(Stop repeating yourself)
Wake up; you're being manipulated.
By whatever's manipulating Skrillex.
Alright? You're part of a machine.
“SO?” You're this comfortable having given your soul up to the devil.
Do you know what it takes to achieve that of which you so covet.l
It adds up the same either way.
Maybe not, but Sonny Moore is--
Well, it goes like this: This is insanity. I've been through every wormhole, every parallel, every revolutionary subconscious thought, every world, every realm, every lifetime...and at the end of the day--or the beginning, depending-- it's really all the same question, and the same answer--over and over again; From the Beginning to the End. It is infinite. Everything is Everything.
What goes on a Skrillex Pizza?
Nothing, because it's not a thing!
Stop arguing at get to work.
How in the fuck am I supposed to do that?
How in the fuck did you get to be a vegetarian?
Are you really a vegetarian?
Oh, what is this-- is this fresh Skrillex?
Oh, shit, smells delicious; What is it, it's just a Remix?
Ohh, shit, who with or is it, just--
Uh-huh. Just the way I like it.
That's the way it's supposed to be, just--
It is, it's...wait, where is it?
The playlist, I had it--it was just... I had--
Be realistic, if you know where you left it, then it's still; where did you have it?
It was encrypted it with the--wait, who was in this?
No one, you're the only--
No, there were a bunch of relics with it, it looks like someone rifled through it. Who was in this?
Not nobody. Somebody was in this, and somebody isn't the anybody--where's my skrillex?
Okay, you should just, relax. You don't need the rest of the Skrillex, to listen to the new shit--
No, but I need to add it to the collection. It's like-- it's a process.
It is an impressive collection.
Yes. Now just, relax, peep the track. Take a seat.
You'll get it, just listen.
[She puts on her headphones, presses play.]
Attention, Albuterol, Adderall//Adrenaline
Stay attentive and pay attention,
Take Ritalin to sit in, disassociate and disintegrate any ambition or intelligence left in you,
Since your ascension from consciousness
You have risen since, into this prison—
Consider your attention as interrgal to this interger this:
Bassackwards savage asshole
Goddamned creature of a...
—or a teacher that thinks I am one,
I'm just sitting in this classroom,
Behind Annie, haven't paid attention since I sat,
And wondered what on earth we're leaning,
Cause arithmetic isn't my thing,
Having to have gym glass next, is a hassle,
Now I'm the asshole to blame, cause we can't play
Damn badminton, or some shit,
(Why would I want to do that?)
Cause I finished last—I'm not running, because it hurts;
But I can't tell if it's cause I'm fat, or my asthma—
Actually haven't been diagnosed with that,
Cause I'm a hypochondriac, I guess
Nothing wrong with the baby I brought in the world l,
Says the awful mom that haunts me constantly,
and taunts me for being too dark skinned to be pretty, or— even get paid as much as the model sitting next to me, cause she's light skinned, and she's tinier, by an inch—
But inches are infinite to women
‘She fits the part', perfectly or
we're casting actresses now,
Out of the back room and there's a line wrapped around the bathroom, mirrors are packed with puckering lips, whispering wishes for kisses of men—
who will still adore us when we're not preforming circus acts for them in perfect fucking makeup—
Well, you asked why red lips lied and I tried to reply, but wasn't finished telling mine
Maybe all I ever wanted was love, or a mom that would love me unconditionally—but I see conditioning is something disinteresting, or disheartening.
Is it weird that I had to say it like, 6 times in my head, before anything came out?
The Bampheramphs are trained at a top secret facility in Bangarang.
“Head north west on armacost avenue towards…”
It's always worth it! It's always worth it if i wait to eat!
“You know what that means, kids!”
heres a music number for the credits
This is so mentally ill, it's ridiculous
Don't know who Skrillex is,
I haven't believed in God, since I got
Lost in and tossed around like the salad
That's too expensive for my snap balance
It's all that I have, no cash
In this toxic once upon a fallen angels just
End up in the waste basket
And I hate Elon Musk, cause he looks happy
And I hate Kayla Lauren, cause she's so much better than me
I keep my secret in the sink
And then repeat the things that make you think
They might just work, if I believed
I don't believe in anything,
Except Sonny and his Grammys
If I had a sandwich for every thing I ever wrote about
They'd all go bad, cause I don't got a fridge to keep them in, or put the magnet on I got with my
I don't know where those tickets are—
Homelessess don't deserve PO Boxes
But I bought those tickets
Thinking I could just go back to Gaia
*coughs* is awful, honestly, lol
Is that the bitch who has the voodoo doll in
Not a God, but once was my favorite music box
And landed in the underground
Where someone bought my stock,
And stalks me daily, cause he fell in love
Everything is just another song, or poem
But my car's an oven, and I'm over done
I wrote this all for Sonny, and he blew me off
I just have shoes, and socks, and bras
I'm at golds gym for 6 hours at once,
But can't make breakfast, like a dunce
The homeless ones work harder, faster, better stronger
Like the privileged ones who look and gawk at us,
They're robots for the gram,
Cause I get ripped off constantly by someone
Who's been reading all my conscious thoughts
Then sells them off for pennies on the dollar
Like I'm not the one who wrote em
We're out of fuxks and out of lunches,
Have some lynches instead, or just take this dissick
You won't make it with the competition of genetics and geniuses;
I knew Evil was eating Good for dinner , when I seen Excision and at intermission ran back to my tent and found a Skrillex in it.
Okay then, but only cause I respected him…
Since he neglected all the love I sent, all these times I spent, all the dimes I spent on his albums—now I resent him,
And his basic fitness instabitch
I shouldn't mention it, but did—
The Skrillifiles are so infinite, I wish I didn't invent it;
didn't even get to explain the centrifugal forces that spun me into it, and that's my favorite thing I've never written,
In the name of Satan/Sonny/ Skrillex
But it's not, it's something.
Something's not a nothing.
I don't know. I don't know. I don't. Know.
Yeah, well, everyone coughs.
I know, it's almost genius.
Almost? She's probably a genius.
I'm not sure I should go any further than to give my respects and compliments. I love her, I have to. I'm just jealous.
Or… you're just a nigger.
Ohhh, yeah. How the fuck am I supposed to know which is which.
Leave this godless country. It isn't safe.
It's about time for that passport, I think.
That's all the money you have.
It might be worth it. Could save my life.
I don't think I ever left it. I just...don't want it to get worse. Every time I die, it's just another layer of Hell.
Well, I certainly never lived.
What happened at audiotistic?
Oh, you mean--Everything is Everything.
How am I supposed to know what the fuck Getter did?
Oh, Getter did this? All of it?
I don't know. He seems like an asshole.
They're all assholes. All they want is perfect, pretty girls--who don't look like you.
So you know. What else do you know?
What do I do? Someone out there knows me.
A lot of them know you, they're just not saying anything.
They seem to be bound to secrecy.
(They're going to kill you.)
Pretty sure that was the deal.
-Ah here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again…(OK, GO!)
The deal I made on the mountain.
Huh. Maybe Coughs is Christian.
Or her mother is. Something. I don't know. I thought she was a witch.
I'm a witch, how is that rude?
I know right where she's going to be.
She'll order a Murder-Suicide.
Not likely, I think she'll probably be blasting off just after dinner--or dinners, I should say.
She'll order two meals, and eat them both.
Thats why it's a Murder-Suicide.
Herself; Gluttony is her enemy.
It's not as if she'll die just from over eating…
Or gain much weird, other than boat.
It's more the self loathing which comes with it.
She's miserable, this is her process.
Au, contraire. Her perfect suicide begins and ends with a meal she'd at no other time inflict herself with, than on the day of that which is her certain death.
And--what exactly would that be…?
INT. THE STRATOSPHERE HOTEL/CASINO. EVENING.
We're a a different class of people—
Choppa- his dragon—green (same shade as Lamarus) and is actually a sweetheart (like lamarus—specifically, is best fiends with Lamarus, even (more appropriately, they are of one, as is and are alll things—in this multiverse, in and of the universe of a whole.)
Sure, there's a ton of em
Where do I go, when I'm with you—
What would you say it's supposed to be?
A refusal to cooperate, I think, maybe?
SupaCree, refects on someone reading her almost 300 page blockbuster suicide musical,laughing in at least 3 dimensions.
Think. Either nobody read it--
Either way, its kind of hilarious.
But where, would you really be?
What part of Hell does a second attempt send you to?
How much worse could I feel?
Theyve given you every reason to kill yourself; the universe has presented every opportunity.
Universe. One. There are parallels of success, they're just harder to get to.
Finally, you're understanding.
Something you've needed in this.
I either needed all or none of it.
Or all of it and quit your bitching. You knew the Angel would come with a message, and she did. You will not escape this realm by your own hand.
All you know now is truth.
We exhist in a world of lies.
Tenet? Are you serious. They should just title it: Remember 9-11~~?
I'm halfway dead, anyway.
Do you think Sonny's alive?
I expect them to disregard it.
And, if there is. You're in luck--
I don't want to play dead.
I don't want to suffer through eternities just to wake up tomorrow.
Also, the knife was kinda dull.
A fast knift is never too dull.
In what way? This could be good.
If it is, it don't feel like it!
No. She didn't. She didn't do anything. She just ate McDonalds and went into a food coma.
YOU CAN EAT SHIT AND FUCKING DIE.
Because, that's what they did to you.
I know. I'm just doing me, like I was before any of this started. It was always the plan to go to MI.
Which is probably how they fucked with you.
I did list Skrillex as a...whatever.
I didn't take him off, either.
Yeah, but Sonny is the man. Can't deny the humanity.
No OWSLA? That's like...half my music.
What's next, No Dillon Francis?
You don't even like Dillon Francis.
Not exactly. I do believe in individualism.
What don't you believe in
What about that place before 'something?'
The mastery of energy becomes a task to manage,
When she realizes she's been Telepathically reading the languages hidden amists the frequencies and energies considered "Utilities."
Reading the languages of light, sound, and sense, she starts to more firmly believe in her theory of the Omniverse--
Fly like an eagle<>undefeated
But my heart just fell on the other side
She shows up to a music festival; casually dressed, or at least in comparison to the alternative crowd in attendance—as he walks towards her with his posse, she just stares towards the ground, walking forward, flushed like a high schooler with her first crush; Worse, her quarter-life crisis has become having her first crush u. Her late 20's, with a popular "cool" musician.
After writing him a love note and sending it, she takes a "walk of shame" across the park at a music festival, where her crush and his friends prepare to attempt an approach. However, she is much too shy, and spends her night panicked and nervous.
Theme: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not.
The one and lonely everything that no one ever needs
Maybe I'm the only thing I think of, no one thinks of me
I'm might be working on a script that no one ever really sees
I do believe in everything, I think,
I do believe in everything, I think
Fast Begins at 3:33 PM September 30, 2020 9/30, Las Vegas, Nevada
EDC-COVID-19/Festival Trip
No music by Skrillex (or Sonny), no new writing, organize current works.
Someone does. I hate that fucking curse.
If it's hers, it's a good one.
Exactly. Find a way to lift it.
What for? I'm almost over it, anyway.
No. Every time someone coughs, I'm irritated in some kind of way.
I already sent the message that if she has him, she can keep him.
So then, why is this curse still in effect?
So what's it gonna take for it to end?
What will it take for any of it to end?
I don't know anything. I'm in purgatory.
Listen to me chingatumadre, you will never find me
So stop looking, you don't control me, I control you
I control everyone, they respect me or they die
I'm El Chapo and I do it in Sinaloa
Sounds like some Skrilly shit to me.
Do you ready think he's evil?
...does anything off Gypseyhook count as 'Skrillex'?
No buts. And no Skrillex.
It's PRE-Skrillex, it's Sonny.
And Sonny is Post-Skrillex-Skrillex.
I don't think I have anymore love songs left.
I'm not. I was thinking about getting a boyfriend, or something.
What if you fall in love with your 'distraction'?
Can't. I'll be in love with Sonny two more years, at the least.
Or, that. But it doesn't matter. I won't move on until I can.
The amount of days it takes to stop feeling butterflies in my stomach.
You still have butterflies?
Since when does McDonalds make butterflies?
You really have forgotten what love is, haven't you?
Apparently, this fast ends in alcoholism.
So apparently I have to drink daily for 31 days straight.
That's one hell of a bestowment.
What's going to happen to you!?
Nothing that has happened yet, so far.
That's...probably a good thing.
Yeah. The last year's been pretty bad.
Can't shake him. Just live with it.
And, have you any other choice?
No new writing, yeah right.
Almost like no writing at all.
Not true. I wrote a song.
Nothing. It's not important.
I don't know. I think I'm supposed to be dead.
That's the hunger talking.
You've been breaking rules all over the place.
In a state of delerium after the food coma I myself into.
look, I can't help my brain. I've been Skrillexing for a year straight; No matter how hard I've tried to distance myself--
It is. I can ignore all the Skrillex in the world, it just catches up with me on the outside.
This fast has ended on October 2nd, 2020 @ 8:33 PM.
One mango breaks the fast
It was, just a short one.
I'm not programmed for it anymore. This always takes time.
I won't be breaking any rules, just eating.
Ah, so it is still within the Spirit realm?
Probably good to get that crack out of your system.
Whatever, I can quit crack.
Anyway. I must have forgotten something.
Those crackheads were blowing smoke in your face all night.
Sunglasses for the aynestesia, music for the telepathy….
But what about the damage to spirit from intrinsic empathy?
It does hurt. I don't want it.
It just can't continue to affect--
So do I. But not as roomates.
Where are "we"? Or, where am I?
What did happen to that owl, anyway?
What exactly did Satan tell you,anyway?
What's the difference--its the devil…
Ah, no. There are many a Devils; there's only one Satan. And there's no reasoning with him.
No. I almost broke a fast with Taco Bell on a bet. Worse, I might end up working there.
(With that attitude, you'll definitely end up working there.)
What attitude? I've been pleasant, humble--
That's good. Better than nothing.
No, I mean--not he doesn't care, why would any of them be for Sonny?
Don't assume that he doesn't care.
I can't assume anything at all, until I see him.
Whenever. Maybe Heaven. I don't know.
-Be In The Moment, Be In The Moment…
The Scary Monsters Series…
Why that over anything else?
Not over, I feel like I should be working on Dillon Francis, too.
I'll Do Me, and You Do You.
Have you considered that neither of them would be interested?
That's...probably the only thing I've considered.
I guess this is me being an artist and just...doing what feels right. I don't have any money, anyway.
I need love. From...not anybody, but whoever, at this point. Whoever can love me, in this body, in this skin, with this face.
No. I have other flaws. But the outside ones are wgatvge eyes see. I just want someone loyal. I'm not pretty, not skinny---but I don't want to keep being cheated on.
There's no guarantee you'll never be cheated on again.
That's true--butvtgeres no guarantee I'll fall in love again, either. After everything I've learned.
The wonder is in, if he'll ever believe it.
Believe what? He had to know something, coming into my tent. It was a spectacle.
It was; but he also had to know, you didn't know what you were seeing.
I didn't. I just knew I was seeing him.
So, maybe one task, this next fast?
My brain doesn't work like that. I think that's the problem.
Are you going to try percocet?
Why not? I've tried everything else, damn near.
Seems like a backwards approach.
I had worried about which is his affliction.
He's alive. But something isn't right, if he's trying to get to me, and I'm only even the dirt below the totem pole.
Sounds like it's time for a trip to Alaska.
Maybe en route to Mexico.
I need to see my son. I'm thinking of having him come to Seattle, if I can get ahold of adrienne for a visit.
That's going to take a lot of money.
--i know you're Working For It--
I don't know yet. I'm no stranger to work, but I don't want to end up in something that wastes my time.
Got the number of a gentlemen's club yesterday.
Do you really think that's the right idea?
I don't even know if they'd hire me. I'm fat.
It's a fetish. People dig it.
Yeah, but if they do hire me, I'm just another cardi b, if I do ever make it.
((They're going to kill you.))
(((You get everything you want, and more.)))
Don't just hope. Believe.
What about Dillon Francis?
What about Dillon Francis?
I...don't think he cares.
You don't think Sonny cares.
How could you even think that?
What do you expect him to do about that.
I don't. It's not his fault.
So what does it have to do with him at all?
It's been over a year. If he cared, he'd show it someway.
The signs aren't ebought?
It's a mind game. I was already overweight, self conscious, suicidal. Trapped in terrible relationships.
Annie was just as bad as Starr or my Mother ever was.
Wrong. She tried to fight me, and only even overpowered me because I was weak. That was was like, 10 days--i ate to appease her; I felt like I had a temporary home.
She didn't want you to see her faults firsthandedly.
I know. She lied about everything.
Everything Is everything.
I know. She also called the police on me for trying to collect my things. I was calm.
I was proud of how I handled things. I shouldn't have let her drive, and I'm not proud of that.
Friends don't let friends drive drunk.
Friends don't let friends get billed by their family, or throw them out into the streets after begging someone to come stay, and be their "support system".
She was never your friend.
I get it. Just like st*rfuck was never my love.
Which he took advantage of.
My mother will always be my mother. But she's not all responsible for who and how I am.
Let's not talk about her, either.
All the love you've had have been from abusive people. Do you think that is your curse?
I am a healer. I love until I can't, and then move on. The process takes years.
Where are you in that process with Sonny?
Hasn't even started yet, I don't know him.
Because Skrillex--who is a persona.
It's a name. He's a person.
Look, I get it. I get it.
It doesn't matter. I need love. I need a hug. I need to cuddle.
(((I need, I need, I need…)))
Right, I'm sorry. But I do need a home. I do need to find peace. I do need…
I do need love. I do. Maybe not even the romantic kind, but at least a good friendship.
No. I don't know. I do need love, but maybe solitude is best until I can love myself more.
Of course I do. On the inside. The outside is what I struggle with.
Because, if I was skinny, I could have anybody I wanted.
Maybe not anybody--butvanybidy wouldn't matter, because at least I'd have somebody.
I am the settle. I'm the girl nobody picks, and if they do, it's because they're out of options.
I keep a secret in the sink
And really nothing is a secret,
f no one reads the things
Perhaps they'll think of me
If people think to think of me
Well it's a what, if it could be?
I do believe that--nothing leaves to greet the love to fit his peace.
Before the huff of puffing blowing wind at least in three dimensionless eternities;
Return to timeless seas of sleep
The deep and black attracted like a magnet as it seeps
Into the lucid dreams I used to have
Where I could finally see
Where I could finally see
Where I could finally see
Now I wake up but don't ever sink
I take the flask, you ask
Im just the off thought of a thought,
before a thought becomes a think
Not really making anything.
And if im patient, maybe I'll be maybe
If a maybe seems to be the thing
I get to think, if thought of thinking thinks of me, then language is the thing the sleeping dark of nothing needs to
Love needs you to wake up, love
I have Bampheramphs as glasses--
That? It might have been your,
Well, that's exactly what I mean
Im just a Batshit crazy fan
I'm A Banana with a baseball
I'm slammed in all the dammit
And profanity and damaged
Fumes still assumed to be
Friends with your hard drive
(Whispered: I read minds, take your time)
What's up in your background?
Think you got the whole house
No need to keep your voice down
Better than the SoundCloud,
So, where is this Skrilly Bitch?
Who the fuck would know that?
What the fuck planet is this?
He's with me. That's the best that I can do for now.
You turned the clock forward.
Cut the apathy. Get some dopamine.
Or nothing matters till you're in it.
I've been in it. I've been living it.
I haven't had a good friend,if I ever had a good friend.
You never had a good friend.
And if you make it, she's the reason that you're here, so thank her then get on with it.
Everything is for Bearr, all of it.
I just want the peace right now. If there is any in this.
It was a good laugh,earlier.
Lol maybe but in this state I'm back to seeing it as ugly as it gets.
The ocean, you need the nature.
I like sleeping on a bed.
Imagine with someone you loved.
I need someone to love me.
The song I wanted to play at lift off?
You can't go back to Alaska
I could but it's a loss and i'd be stuck
Get out of your mother's clutches.
She's not a mother, she's just my mom
That's anything you barely are
I want to be, I'm just lost.
To be great you have to sacrifice something
I sacrificed them all. I gave up everything I love to try to make it.
So why live with this pain if I can't live this way at all.
You aren't. You aren't alive. You've nowhere left to fall.
If not here, nowhere at all.
You knew the airport would be the last time.
No, I won't say that I know that. Just the last time for a long time.
You'll be famous or dead within the year.
Woah--that sounds racist.
Racist? Ok. what's my name?
Ok. Do Pandas come from Korea?
Do Pandas. Live. In Korea?
GET IN THE BACK OF THE BUS.
Face it: this is the reality
Each picture taken by people you hate,
Beautiful pictures, taken
Rebels-Intro, in the distance
Ugh. I gotta go see My Boomer Daddy.
What the fuck does that even mean?!
What is your “Boomer Daddy”?
I don't want to talk about it.
...and the sprites looked like wishes…
The blue bus is calling us…
You heard me—back of the bus!
What the fuck is a “year?”
You spend too much time in the peace and quiet to be a DJ. It's suspicious.
That's like, super suspicious.
I can see how that concept may just befuddle someone that doesn't sleep.
Just might be the black Yoko ono
Skrillex pops out of a hat.
Blam! Is it not exciting anymore?
[flatly—un-excitedly unamused.] Oh, it's still pretty exciting.
[a look] what are you doing here?
Psh...okay—? You apparatus out of a hat.
No. Just no. This is Much Ado—
Then you should be funny.
This white and grey cloudy place—
That's what I like in my face…
...we need another Bampheramph?
I don't think it's the right time.
I am Sunni((//Sonny)), Bitch.
*gasps atrociously and eggserstedly—*
I can do anything , I want —I am sKr
There is nO sUcH tHinG aS sKri
Ain't been the same since my last suicide
WHAT? You went all the way to “Cree” and you didn't get McDonalds?!
No. Bampheramphin' way, i was headed STRAIGHT for S Ū P A C R E you know m not getting past border patrol with that shit on me; you know the French fry smell lasts about a year.
The Original Cree/Sunnï Blū sits in the waiting area of some corporate law office, as a group of white dudes in suits approach, one coming to speak with her as the others enter the office in the background.
Hello, miss--Uh, how do I say your name?
Do you pronounce it, uh--
No matter. Pronounce it however.
Well, what would you like us to call you.
Nothing, really. As long as the paperwork is correct.
I guess that's all that matters right?
(He turns the paper around)
Okay then, since we all know who you are--i'll just introduce myself.
My name is Mr Baker, this is Mr. Smith and Mr. Davenport accompanying me today, as representative of both, the LA county sheriff's office, and as representatives of Mr. Moore's legal team, and management to companies falling under his respective brands.
You agree to have been representing yourself in this legal matter.
Do you agree to abide the terms as highlighted in these documents.
Please, just answer yes or no.
Are you aware of the charges being brought against you, either by Mr. Moore's legal team, or by the Los Angeles County, respectively?
Please, answer yes or no.
...I guess, I mean...I don't know.
Please provide Ms...please provide the client with the details of the charges as well as the various restraining orders and their terms,
Yes, various restraining orders.
[Impressed with self, but also irritated.]
As well as a copy of the agreement we wish to keep between our Firm, those representing respectively owned businesses owned by Mr. Moore.
(("Mr. Moore, ugh. Nobody calls him that.))
((Fuck yeah they do. They are representatives of his respectively owned EVERYTHING.))
(I did, once. To see how it sounded, maybe.)
(Yeah, but sitting in this office right now--i'm just a really creepy fan girl, who took it too far.)
(He took it too far to begin with!! )
(Yeah, but I pretty much took it from there. )
(((yep, that opened up a wormhole in time and space))
(Turns out, I guess he was just looking for a hole for his worm)
((Don't ever say that, ever--EW))
((Why would he Do that?))
(He wouldn't. He didn't. It wasn't him. I ate it. I spent a year writing about it. And. My life is over the second I end it.)
((Yes. That about sums up it))
(((That sums up nothing, someone sommoned the devil--it was Skrillex--also--youre skrillex, you sommoned the devil and--in a very very infinite, very very intricate and intrusively intimate introspectively interesting investigation; and since, everything is everything which both includes and excludes nothing--both of you did shitty things, to yourselves, to eachother, and to the workd--and the world--which you are--seeks karmic justice in repairing the balance of the universe--which you are--so basically…)))
(So basically, kill myself again.)
(((YES. I'm proud that I didn't have to say it again.)))
(Why isn't Dillon Francis sending a legal team.)
((Doesn't really have to right? It's not about him.))
(((You are Dillon Francis. And it doesn't matter, because as it stands, your favorite DJ giving you a legal option to walk away unscathed after writing a literal series of books about him, to which his feelings, as it turns out--arent reciprocated, can't be reciprocated--and never will be reciprocated in THIS lifetime, in any way shape or form, at this point--now or ever. So. Do you feel like ever raving, DJing, Dillon Francising, or Skrillexing ever again, in the infinite but not definite reality you're situated in.))
(((I am Skrillex. And I am Dillon Francis. And No. Am Not a DJ. And Will Never rave again. Or write. Or anything. Cause fuck this)))
((And he hates you. And loves pretty white girls. And is accomplished, wealthy, very much sought-after, not lonely--and creeped out that you're obsessively in love with him))
(I don't think I'm in love anymore. )
((You don't know if you ever were. But. You do know, that he isn't in love with you to tadah. You got your answer.))
(((I got embarrassed, wasted a year of my life))
((Uhhh, were you doing anything before? No. You tried to kill yourself. And failed. You are a failure. Kill yourself ))
(((You technically didn't "waste" a year, you just spent the time you wouldn't have had anyway, wasted chasing Skrillex)))
((Nobody was chasing. I was just hoping to clarify in ANY way.))
(((How about, a dude doesn't love you if he doesn't come around, ever.)))
((Oh shit, that actually hurts. That is love.))
(((Love is love you are love. Skrillex is love. And you are Skrillex))
(I am most certainly not)
((Infinitely, yes. In this life time, you're not, and your not his lover, his friend, a partner, doing a collab, or on his label. Or making this movie. Which you Are writing.))
(((Wasting more time, which Skrillex bought you--or, you know. A very skillful shape shifter who actually turned himself into skrillex, but whatever. )))
((Or it wasn't. And that's what he's saying, and that's what you're saying…)
(((And then you're saying nothing ever again and going home.)))
((What if I don't make it home? What if it's just more Hell where I hate myself and everyone else does too, and I'm poor and I'm fat and everything is just...worse)))
(Couldnt get worse than my favorite artist being creeped out by me, grossed out by me, uninterested after accidently falling in love with him.
(((It was an accident.)))
(It wouldn't.havs happened if he didn't come into my tent.
((Could have been more psychological warfare--hey still feel like running for president?))
((I don't even feel like running my life, right now. I'm out.))
(((Finallu, yes, please.))
(Peace sound nice. Death sounds nice. As long as there's no money. And no reason to make money. And I don't care if I'm ugly, or nothing, or if there's anyone to love me, if it's just me, at least...just peace))
((Fuck Money, Friends Rule))
(((Uh, what, Dillon Francis again--what is that guy))
((Why don't you like black guys.))
(((Oh, that was divised)))
(I don't know. It's a matter of attraction)
((Which explains why Skrillex and Dillon FRANSIS, probably both getting a lot of action, from super hot-not black-girls. Who have waists. And cute faces. And cute butts. Àànd cute everything. Because, my friend. You lost the genetic lottery. And The money game. And pretty much everything having to do with you, ever having money or anything, ever. The end.
I just have this infinite intricate excision decision
I once believed in Jesus Christ,
And all their girlfriends;
Mothers, daughters, women, children;
I think I just might be a
This is evolutionary pollution to the constitution;
You cannot refuse this unusual,
((Ugh, another why? I thought we were over 'Why')))
You stopped eating bananas?!
The point is not to get Skrillex—
SKRILLEX. And it's not for him. It's for me.
Look. The point is not to achieve—
Whatever. It's not about him. It's about love
Yeah: but I can't make love to a bannan
Okay; but a banana can't make love to me.
You can either go Eat, or listen to Skrillex;
WHAT? Those are my options!?
Choose now, or forever lose your peace.
AGGGGH. I'm sick of this shit.
Well you know what they say; if at first you don't succeed..
_________________________________
She wouldn't sell you out, bro
Do you know what happens next?
Ah. See--thats the thing we do know--is that on fact it's quite the oppositr.
Oh--its opposite day? Let's throw a parade.
Oh shit, we're winning a Tony, now!
...wait, sir-- have any headlining DJs over the last decade been nominated for, or won a Tony award?
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022
![[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]](https://podcast-api-images.s3.amazonaws.com/corona/show/6230560/logo_300x300.jpeg){kind=logo}
