[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

Don't look

Too close

What you know

Isn't what you know;

A cold wind blows

My hopes away,

My home away from home.

I was on the wrong bus for awhile before I noticed it, or rather, the right bus, going in the wrong direction— or even, to be clearer, as the bus was marked 5554, or some other number at the end, of course overshadowed by the first sequenced numbers, always tending to me uncomfortable— even though I had attempted to wash its original meaning to my self out of my mind by replacing it with its most commonly accepted Angel number meaning—I was doing everything I could anyway to move toward forgiveness and alluding to the obvious notion that, whatever had happened between my ex and I had been for the better after all, after all was said and done ( and though it never really was), the love and our marriage were at least ended, and never to rerun to that or any relationship which would put my mind and body at risk, let alone my heart or my soul.

What's on a deadmau5?

Uh—pepperoni—

Are you sure?

Uh, yeah, probably.

Okay, what else?

Blue cheese?

What!

I mean—I don't know.

Pepperoni

Green Bell Peppers

Roasted garlic

Red pepper l l

WhiteMushroom

Link sausage

LINK SAUSAGE?

Yeah, I guess.

Why link sausage?

I'll tell you later.

Okay.

Strangely enough, of course, by the time I had realized it, though, I was back at the same intersection at which I always transferred, and though I had been in the city long enough, but not quite settled, it had been a while since I had been turned around or lost unintentionally—though I did sometimes make a habit or acurrying about in airplane mode and taking trains out of my way in order to dislodge whatever had been tracking me, whether it was supernatural or otherwise—it did seem to deter the sometimes uncomfortable and problematic psychological attacks—which, the more I studied and gave way to being some kind of targeted practice, using the empties bodies of those controlled by their phones—consistently connected to applications such as Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and Tik Tok—“Tracking Apps” which I called them, and was not wholeheartedly against so much as without need for them, as my need for any sort of affection—especially the false instant gratification one might gain or lose, becoming victim to the racially programmed algorithms and calculated population division and psychological terrorization of an entire generation; no judgement passed, but I had been careful to remind myself that whatever was happening by way of social media was a cultural and non-televised revolution, from which I wanted no part of. Still, I had noticed that when a high number of coughing people did happen to find my way around my presence, I was connected to some sort of network, and that those particular people were typically visibly sick in some other way—scrolling mindlessly, or without the light or life in their eyes left, eating poisonous food, or acting in the way of some other unworldly seeming sickness; I began to cope of course with the comfort that, in the event of bad intentions having been set on me in any individualist mindset—a curse would be returned tenfold if not more.

I think link Larkin is lurking

I like it!

I'm cravin a link aausage in this obsirdisty

Dirty as the Mother Earth

Ohh lol link sausage.

That only took a year.

What if I have to listen to deadmau5 all night every night forever?

Like deadmau5 does?

Not every night. Just work nights.

Oh wowZ.

Damn fucking right.

Wherems th—

Nvm

Fuck Dillon Francis

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.

Ugh.

How'd you get in?

An autographed picture.

Ah.

How'd you get in?

Poster on the wall.

Nice.

…how'd you get in?

The hard way.

What's the hard way?

I'll tell you later.

Ah, fuck. I'm living in my head again.

That's not so bad, is it?

No. It's a lot of — uh.

Deadmau5.

I mean, at the moment— but like I said, it's—

Whatever happened between you two is not my business.

What is your business.

Robotics.

With any luck…

Brooklyn Barclays Center

March 20

10-4

Ugh.

The scar over my right eye, which my ex husband had carved into the shape of an eye using my own house key began to warm and tingle, but not quite burn, as it had in the past—the scythe shaped scar on the inside of my lip began to well up as I clenched my teeth, running my tongue against the back of my teeth as not to give it any more power or attention—I had decided after all, that even my worst enemies were just myself, and though

Blissful abstinence,

Selective honesty, and

Strategic thinking—

Syncinf, cleaning sinks

And letting it all sink in

Secret keeping

You look lost.

Go figure,

Sunnï Blū in an all-red sprinter

I don't want to live here,

I just wanna go somewhere to go.

And say “I been there”

Been dere,

Bender

Been in a Benz, dear l l l

Spin clear— I'm Sinclair

Windex on a big mirror!

I guess I'll see you when I see you

I guess I'll see you when I see you

I guess I'll see you when I see you

I guess I'll see you when I see you

If you talk less,

The less you have to lie, I guess

Why be mad at God?

God's not mad at me;

Waiting for the world to end

Waiting for a song to sing

Or anything that

Makes me feel like I'm living

Like I'm living in anything

Other than the

Everything

Everything is everything.

Dang—

Was I really that hangry?

Am I really that angry?

I don't know why you hate me

But lately—

I really don't care no more!

Dang!

Nothings the same these days

Not even your name

Nothings the same

Not even the way it feels,

Cause lately—

I really don't care no more

Careful, Kay—

You know I ain't crazy

Ain't gonna pay to be played with;

(But I might get paid though)

No, I really don't care how you feel

I don't care how it ends

You don't care how I live

I don't care who wins

I'm not in this—

Illumianti shit

I don't care no more

I really don't care

I really don't care

I really don't care no more

Top

Oh,

I missed the last 5 songs

Writing you another one

Really don't care no more

Sometimes it's a half, or a whole thing—

Sometimes it's living your life and not worrying about where you're going

Maybe it's a no

Maybe there's just no maybes

Maybe I'm

ELOHIM is a NANNY and struggling musician

Why would she be struggling?? She's white and prett.

Is she Jewish?

That might be it.

#OWSLACONFIDENTIAL

it happens to all of us, you know.

Does it though?

He does it for the music!

What music might that be?

Look, you idiot!

I thought those could be m his kids with you honestly, before I decided you were the nanny.

How would these be his kids?

Cause they're beautiful!

The older one's already taller than him.

That happens, sometimes.

Look, you gotta know something.

How did you even find me hiding in this deadmau5 construct?

This is a game of strategy!

Be quiet,

Be cautious;

The Illuminati's watching

Here's a front man,

Don't do much, man

Give up your past

And lastly, your intentions

Hey.

Hey.

Do you wanna like—get married and have kids, or—

—I wanna party and get fucked up until we kill each other—

I like learning my lessons the hard way.

So, sex then?

No more sex.

So much sex.

This is hardly enough money, Dillon.

I know, it's—

I can't sell you anything for this.

Oh, come on!

Ugh, this nigga is corny.

I just thought it would be funny.

It isn't funny anymore.

You will stand the test of time.

You will stand the test of time.

You will stand the test of time.

You will stand the test of time.

How about a dollar

For every time I thought about the father of my child,

(Yet unborn)

It's wild, innit?

The shit we pull just to pull up to Skrillex

And be respected for anything

Instead of resented.

The best transmutation I could commit to was to change my triggers into positive intentions, turning 4:20 into DillonnFrwncis forever reason just in case it did need to be as easily discarded,

Still, something seems missing

It doesn't seem worth it

I want to move up,

But I gotta move under

And everything under the son is just wonderful;

He'll find another mother for his son and his daughter soon—

That's what I wanted

That's what I wanted

That's what I wanted;

A wonderful world for him

Don't talk too much about the truth,

If you don't want it

All I really ever wanted was a husband,

And a love life,

And a come up on an comet—

But I probably lost it all at once

Accomplishments and comments

On the Carters

Stop

The

Promises

Sonny's not coming.

I mean, this algorithm says otherwise

Does any one else really wanna be this guys wife?

Listen, look—check this out, guys.

I don't like this part.

I love this part.

I'm gonna go ahead and send all of these

[fully compatible matches]

Your way.

Lord have mercy

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You're welcome.

Okay, Satan, here it is.

You mean it?

I mean it—just—

Uhuh.

Before I sign this

Uh-huh

And give you my soul

You're selling it.

I—no, I'm—I'm just— giving it to you.

I beg your pardon.

Please, don't beg.

What do you mean?

I am going to give you my soul.

Yeah, for what?

Just—for Free.

For FREE? WHY?

Look this — thing—

[super shiny soul]

Feels a lot.

Yes

—like, too much—

Well, yeah, that's—

So I'm giving it to you.

But, for what?

For free, dude.

Yeah—but what do you want from me?

Nothing, you're gross.

I'm not gross.

You're fucking gross, man.

You know what? Forget the paperwork. Just take it.

Uhhhhh

It's a gift.

SATAN has never been given a gift.

Aww, that's sad.

It's not sad. He's very unpleasant.

UGH.

Every time I saw the perfect type of woman I wished I was— I thought of Sonny, and anothe tip in my soul—then, I turned the thought into a magnificent force of motion—to wish him nothing but the very best, and move on.

Dah daba da da da badabadah

DABADABADABADABADAH

—Vanilla.

Sunni, what are you doing?

That's the hook.

“Vanilla?”

Yeah.

ITS A HIT.

What?

It went Diamond.

MORGAN

Nooo….

shut up, Morgan—you fuckin hater?

I'm not a hater, I just hate this song.

I hate all your songs!

What songs?! I don't make music!

EXACTLY. SHUT UP.

Later:

Nominated for a GRAMMY

MORGAN

You're fucking kidding.

FUCK OFF, PUMKIN SPICE.

pipe it up// arugula

Sunni, I can't fight all these charges.

I'm fighting the charges! You're just my lawyer!

Just because you have all the money in the world, it doesn't mean you can do whatever you want.

Yes it does.

SUNNI, YOU KICKED A BABY?

Before:

Getcha bow legged ass baby out my way!

[swings leg, cut back to]

You can't DO that.

He was wearing a diaper!

SO!

Built in padding! .

SUNNI.

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

There he is!

Jimmy, you idiot!

You found me!

I think we can all agree, Homeless Jimmy Fallon is the most tragic Jimmy Fallon.

I thought long haired Jimmy Fallon was pretty tragic.

Tall Jimmy Fallon had me confused—

Yeah but blue eyed Jimmy Fallon.

BLUE-EYED JIMMY FALLON

…hey.

No, fuck this.

Am I doing it right?

No! I quit.

I M A G I N A R Y. F R I E N D S

Flashback, Season 4

Speaking of assholes…

Dillon Francis has just become Captain of The Assholes, a special branch of selected Motherfuckers.

What is happening?

Deadmau5 hacked into SUPACREE'S conciousness with computer programming.

(OOOHHH).

That sounds like a hassle.

Wait tho, didn't Dillon Francis do exactly the same thing, but with like magic or something?

YEAH! HE DID!

(Wow.)

But wait— but Skrillex did it first

((God is Good))

Shhhh! We're gonna miss something important—

—but like—with frequencies—

—like genetic synethisis, or something?

What's “genetic synesthesis” exactly?

What the fuck are you nerds watching?

SHHHHHH!

DEQTHWISJ

Just, Jump, Natalie.

Oh shit! Now what's happening.

Don't do this to me.

You did it, I'm just watching.

What the fuck is happening?!

Just jump!

Did you change the channel? Where is SUPACREE?!

What the fuck.

Go back!

You can't! It's a live premiere or something!

What!

It's like a livestream—! Kind of!

What channel is this?!

It's not a channel, it's an application!

So close the application and restart it or something!

You can't, it's it's the beta version and I got it illegally!

What!

I'd you exit the application, it just deletes itself—or something—!

What the fuck are you guys doing?'

NOTHING!

Go back to your hole and write math problems, or something.

Well, okay then.

The fourth roommate, dressed in all black adorned with a hoodie, slinks back into the hallway, disappearing into a darkly lit room—

Sitting behind the illuminated screen of a custom computer set up, the fourth roommate takes off her hood, revealing herself to be COUGHS, a popular celebrity photographer, best known for her work with real-world SONNY/SKRILLEX

The sound of her nails typing quickly against the keyboard of the still darkly-lit room becomes the prominent sound, over her roommates arguing in the background, as we fade into the background of a green and black coding screen.

T H E

L E G E N D

O F

S Ū P A C R E E

Let the stones fall where they may;

I might bend,

But I just won't break

Let the cards fall how they may—

There's no mistakes

I made the game up

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-U.

Uh. Did me and Skrillex have a baby?

YES.

*Sonny.

Is she cute?

SHE?

Well, which baby?

Aww, he's so protective.

I erased that memory.

WhyS.

I had to.

I erased all these memories.

WhatS.

I erased you.

FUCK.

What.

I cheated on Skrillex with Dillon Francis.

AHAHAHAHA

NO!

You didn't.

You did not.

I didn't?

You didn't.

You cheated on Dillon Francis with Skrillex!

*Sonny

THATS believable.

Don't do this again.

Do whT.

Become a celebrity and fuck up everything.

[drunk]

Can't fuck up everhtbkng.

Oh.

Everything is everything.

Oh.

Wait.

HuhZ

This is our son.

DAMN.

What dimension is this.

The one where you just accept it.

I just assumed Dillon Francis wanted white kids.

That's a fair assumption.

Why would you even consider an affair with Dillon Francis?!

Honestly, Sonny and I are pretty bad for each other.

What is “bad”?

I would do anything for you.

I love you so much, nothing matters.

Anything.

At all.

We did everything together.

We were absolutely inseparable.

Until we weren't—

And even then…

Listen, Dillon. We can't be friends.

Yes we can.

No, we can't.

That's not true.

After what happened between us—?

What happened between us?!

—-I gotta go.

What soap opera is THIS.

It's still Legends.

It's just

L E V E L S

Wtf!

You did all this so you could fuck Skrillex?!

I mean—

NO!

Look, that's not gonna happen.

That's okay!

It's not okay.

To be fair, I wasn't loooking

Lol we get to write our own Illuminati scandals?!

C00L.

I had seen it all with Sonny and with Dillon beginning to end—all the routes we had taken, the choices we made—the outcomes and the aftermath of all the love to be had, and what was leftover/-reminiscent of all that had been in this infinite, disfigured and reimagined, magnificent whatever it was we were in once again.

At least if he marries that other girl, I get to drink again.

BUD LIGHT ON ME.

This is hard to watch.

FREE BUD LIGHT FOR EVERYBODY.

Wouldn't it be nice to have your cake, and eat it too?

Look, Satan, Sonny and I made sense—it ain't happening with Dillon Francis.

That's not even my guy.

Say again?

He's on “the other side”

Tell me what you mean.

Have another drink.

UGH.

Man, I gotta get to the other side.

What in the world makes you think anybody THIS HIGH UP—

First of all, what goes up, must come down.

HE'S —

—secondly, look at how far up I've already climed.

There's something you should know about Dillon Francis.

I already know too much.

Well, here's this:

[secrets]

…

—you feel better?

No! This sucks!

So,

Really early on in this,

When I first started having these visions of Sonny, right after we strangely met at this cross roads, there was a woman who told me,

“That's my son, and I'm worried for him;

I need your help to protect him and relay this message—

That I love him”

And I didn't understand at all;

I didn't know anything about what was going on,

Or about Sonny's mom,

Or if it was even his mom, because

I myself had a lot going on-

I had no idea she had passed.

But that being said;

I had always had a presence in the spiritual realm;

I had recently lost my son and my daughter

Who had both at one time or another revisited me in the present after their death:

Before my marriage [to my ex husband] and long before our children were born, I had this dream of my ex's mother, who had committed suicide when he was very young and in the dream, she told me “you will have a daughter, and she will be named Precious” and I woke up horrified and thought

“That's terrible” because I hated that movie so much — and did didn't make sense.

Then, after everything had happened it all started to make sense, that our daughter had passed away and that she was precious to the heavens,

It's all hard to take in;

Whatever has happened I no longer believe in mental illness in the traditional sense, I don't believe in coincidences,

So whatever has happened or is happening between me and Sonny is somehow historically and culturally significant and I'm just doing my best to cope with whatever else needs to happen for whatever message needs to be relayed to be translated into a sequence or format that can be easily understood or comprehended by whoever needs to see/hear/read this. I still don't understand the full concept or intention of the festival project besides typing together these worlds and realms to further the greater understanding of our inner and outer known and yet widely unknown worlds—that these strange and supernatural, psychic connections have a reason and a purpose and the mode of transportation this specific energy has chosen to move though this body is just through these words and these music.

It's been a long time since Avicii appeared to me on a mountaintop; but everything that has since manifested continues to be an unfolding of these parables, prophecies and passages fortelling this so-said ‘Omen', relaying these ancient encryptions through the language of music and concepts of magic and high consciousness.

I have seen infinite realms and dimensions over the expanse of space time and consciousness —-the only thing I aim to do now is live peacefully and harmoniously and let live with the most pure intentions of love and joy for everyone involved. I cannot certainly say what the future does hold, and the future is always changing — but I can say that I truly hope whatever wishes are wished be granted, that all the love to be had is loved, and that all the many blessings of the world are known and felt throughout this series and the rest of existence itself, for as long as it lasts, and as long as we live.

Thank you for listening and reading along in my ever expanding Infinite multidimensional Omniverse.

-Ū.

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-U.

The Blank Slate Spell

for Sonny John Moore

I shouldn't even know his whole name like that.

Well. it's too late now!

Never too late.

He'll be alright.

Here's making sure.

BALANCE/ YIN-YANG

Jaguar

Black Panther

FUTURE

Bast

Hathor

Mary Magdelene

PRESENT

Weasel

Grouse [Contrary]

Oppossum

Owl

Hawk [Contrary]

Rabbit

Dragonfly

Raven

Whale

PAST

Forgiveness

Karmic Relationship

Monk//Nun

Trust and Faith

Greco-Roman

Male-Female

Ships

Asia

Health

Celtic

Communal Living

Phobias

Father

HEALING + POWER

RHIANNON

EIREEN

DIANA

BRIGIT

ISLOT

APHRODITE

VESTA

SARASVATI

GREEN TARA

FREYJA

HONOR

“Baby”

QUEST FOT FIRE

Did it work?

DON'T GET TOO CLOSE

…that is karmic.

Ugh.

oTS F0r tHe KIiiiDZzz.

Someone help him.

90,000,000 femalez:

YES.

Ok, moving on.

SUPACREE!

I'm Blū.

I'm Hana.

DILLON FRANCIS has been tasked to—

What is he doing again!?

Fathering my future children.

Ew.

Gross.

No.

Somebody's gotta do it.

Yuck!

CUT TO:

HANA from GHANA?!

are you serious!

Yaw, Dillon Francis!

It's a simulation!

Duh!

Are you okay?!

No!

Get out here!

This is not repunzel!

IN AN ALTERNATE PARALLEL:

CC! GET OUT HERE.

THIS IS NOT REPUNZEL.

I didn't say anything about your hair!

Cause you know better! You racist bastard!

DJ and CC are having a VEEY DRUNK FIGHT.

I'm not racist! We've been best friends for 20 years!

They hide in plain sight!

[THROWS TV OUT OF WINDOW}

(lol, but it's like one of those TVs from 2003)

Asahhh!!

CC!

GO HOME DJ.

I LIVE HERE.

(Suddenly rather sober)

AqThen go to your parents.

[shuts window—he runs toward the balcony door], which she slams]

UGH.

UGH.

HEEEEEEEERE'S JOHNNY!!!

While JOEL is known to be the controller for DEADMAU5, KASKADE has actually been acting as RYAN'S controller.

REMEMBER RYAN.

Ok.

SEVEN RYAN'S LATER:

. . .

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-U.

I'm looking for The Nigga, Skrillex?

Oh— NiggaSkrillex?

No, no The Nigga, Skrillex.

So, Skrillex, The Nigga.

...no.

Then, NiggaSkrillex.

No, just— wait, which dimension is this?

So I turned to a dark spirit- because here I was, with little money, and not enough love., to give anymore or to get anymore and the more I thought about it, as awful as it sounded,

NAH, FUCK THAT.

what.

I know what you're thinkin' Jimmy Fallon—

No you don't.

I do! And you know what!

I do.

OH NO!

OH NO WHAT, what I miss?!

SHE MARRIED EM!

SHE MARRIED HIM?!

YES

NO

They're getting married.

GREAG.

Who the fuck is “Greg”

Ah, nah.

I had the strangest feeling—all of a sudden, I was a stranger; I realized I had no longer the charitable wholesome qualities of my former self, but—

::|pause.

Canabliss,

I can't adapt to this madness in Manhattan

Manic? Bitch!

I just wish for a pic of a dick

A scratch to itch this skrillex addiction

Or some attention from spenders

Pitchin a tent instead of pitching this flick tk Netflix

Flicking the bean to this teeny meanie

No beanies and weenies for me;

Just some Wheetus and Penis—

Till I wake up from this dream,

At least.

Lol you're so gross.

Whatever.

Alright— unpause.

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-U.

Lol. Niggas in Paris.

Oh! Shit!

Skrillex is Niggas.

Everyone is Niggas.

(But Especially Skrillex)

BALL SO HARD MOTHAFUCKAS WANNA—

GO TO BED.

Sorry mom.

Under the invisibility cloak of illusion, I had allowed the foolishness in my unavoidable attraction to Dillon Francis to become an illustrated manifestation of colorized imagery, while however parallel to the romanticization which had consumed me entirely with Sonny, had become imagined as a faction in my mind as a direct result in of the tragedy that was being burdened to a body not as percívably, tiny, white, and likable as that of Kayla Lauren—I used my almost childlike crush on Dillon as a distraction from the passionate and destructively chaotic black hole in my soul, which had rotted even my truest intentions and miraged even the purest of my imagination into a lack of ambition in achievement of anything other than just to become attractive—not seeking merely the attention but the devotion of perhaps, overall neither Sonny or Dillon—thought by now to both be soulmates, of some sort or another—but at the very least, someone of achievement— and of course, the proper genetics so that I might carry out my purpose in procreation; Understanding my deep sexual attraction to either of them to be of a maternal bond. By now I knew that it was the Paternal potential of either of them that drew me with such magnetism.

What in the fuck

Idk anymore, honestly.

JUST KILL YOURSELF.

No! The series is awesome.

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-U.

My favorite part.

You've seen this?

I am this.

Where is Skrillex?

SKRILLEX: is she coming?

...is he watching?

This is intense.

Joel will know. [dials phone]

All: “JOEL WILL KNOW?”

You know her?!

*smirks*

[his phone rings]

(Answering) This is Joel.

“This is Joel?”

WHERE IS SKRILLEX?

I got him.

IS THAT HER?

—

IS THAT HIM?

It is him.

LET ME SEE.

He charges—supacree remotely shocks him. The Others glance back and forth between Skrillex and the TV, amused and bewildered. Skrillex flails helplessly.

oohhh!

Woah.

That is scary.

Come get him.

I would, but—

She is fighting off various attackers, still maintaining a graceful and cordial phone conversation.

Bring me cake.

Joel, Ze Rules.

…*sighs* well— You're right.

Ah, fuck me—

You know what—?

Send Dillon Francis.

Everyone: “SEND DILLON FRANCIS?”

I just did.

You did what?

Where is Skrillex?

Everybody looks back at the floor, which is empty. They look about confusiedly, until—from the opposite side of the room;

[Dillon Francis (in Skrillex's Body), looks down at himself. ]

What? Oh no.

[looks in mirror]

I'm Skrillex again?

What the fuck.

Joel: Yes, Dillon Francis.

SkrillEx/Dillon Francis: Fuck me, twice.

Supacree: through phone and TH/4th wall/4th dimension: Go fuck yourself!

Skrillex/Dillon Francis: Come get me!

GO GET SKRILLEX.

[Hangs up. TV cuts to static.]

—-###??!!###—

What the fuck.

...you're Dillon Francis?

Isn't it obvious?

[Skrillex, but Dillon.]

...it kindof is…

This is serious.

What the fuck.

Well, sorry guys.

Sorry what, Joel?

Don't call me Joel.

You called yourself Joel.

But you can't.

Sorry for what?

Now you're in.

We're in what?

Joel: arming rave weapon.] Ready Skrillex/Dillon Francis?

Skrillex/Dillon Francis: I'm Always/Never Ready. (Preparing for mission)

That is Dillon.

Yeah, it is.

[Huge Portal Opens.]

What is this?!

A DJ STORY. No

Summit, from Bangarang— Unhinged

My little cousin was a scary kid.

[lil idania]

Which is saying a lot. Cause I was a scary kid. I was emo.

[emo me]

I'm like “we cut ourselves”

But she's like:

“We cut overselves while setting each other on fire, watching loony toons.”

And I'm older, so, of course; now I'm in college, and she's in middle school, I'm like “oh, my god—why”

And she's like.

“Cause it's funny.”

I'm like,

“What, Looney Tunes?”

She's like,

“Fuck Looney Tunes—blood on Fire!”

— —

“Blood on Fire?!”

She's like, yeah:

“Hahh yeah blood on Fire—hahaha”

And just like...laughs maniacally, and I'm like “

…

But I'm babysitting, you know, so I'm like

[getting hella baked before babysitting.]

[lil idania, also getting high before getting picked up.]

Rolls up.

*coughs*

*burps smoke*

...

...…

Rolls off.

Cut back to:

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SUPACREE shows up with 9 of JOEL's children from the outer infinite dimensions—none of which know which respective dimension they each belong to.

—-

A little known and hidden secret of the greatly beloved DESDMSU5

Dude. You went

Lol

To HOGWARTS?

It's just school.

ITS MAGIC SCHOOL.

yeah.

Wait. So deadmau5 went to school with Harry Potter?

They're the same age.

No fucking way,

MISTER MAU5.

A young DEADMAU5/JOEL clad in traditional hogwarts attire wales up from a very hard sleep

Napping in class?

Lol. Pause. So.

So what?

What house is he in?

He's a Ravenclaw.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Lol

Is Dillon Francis a Hufflepuff

Dillon is a hufflepuff.

Supa spicy brown mustard

Vinegar

Mustard seed

Sea salt

Dijon

Honey

Turmeric

Hippopotamus!

I just thought of this:

I'm on a mission, but forgot what it is…

It's intermission, and I'm listening to this hit

With no permission, I just sit where it fits;

If it fits, I sits—

If I'm stressed, I get zits,

Ritz crackers is chips,

I Chex-mix the best shit ever,

I insist;

Irresistible, emphasis on the iri,

Like iridescent, er impressive if

Es escribir en engrirish.

Hehe

Dude. What are you doing?

I'm watching deadmau5.

Uh, watching deadmau5?

Yes, watching deadmau5.

…deadmau5 is music.

deadmau5 is music.

MAU5: thats 5, I'm in.

Nice.

It's just—synestetics.

— I don't understand.

No, you dont.

No, i dont—

Here, take acid.

[doesn't even hesitate.]

Now take this.

[hands off headphones]

Okay, now what.

Now just wait.

Wait for what?

Wait for deadmau5.

S Y N E S T H E T I C S 101

OH MY GOD.

Yeah.

WHAT IS THIS.

This is time.

I AM TIME.

Correct.

WHATTHEFAHH.

Hmmm. Yes. Wuhnaful.

Mehehe.

30 HOURS LATER

What the fuck.

Yes, it is.

Bro.

What.

I don't know. I forgot.

—

Biscoffs are vegan.

—-

(3)

THESIS//

Christmas In Hollywood

6 ½

cute.

THESIS. // 1993.

—

{Enter The Multiverse}

The Legend Of

S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™

[The Festival Project]

Whats going on?!

Hi, Friend!

No Strings Attached

This Is The End.

Peace Freedom

—-

(2)

Probably another Skrillex

Living On Borrowed Time

¡Culture Shock!

-Blacklisted.

—-

(4)

Hose On The Road

Hoes On The Road

Hoes On The Road

On The Road.

—

(6)

| — 3 x 3 x 3 — |

My Super-Duper American Reality

(((More Sacred Geometry)))

WHY?! WHY!?!

Don't Blame Drinking.

My throat hurts;

The post is open,

I don't smoke,

My minds open—

My heart, and my legs closed

Flume

Drop The Game

Lets Go Crazy>< My Generation

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-U.

He 's Lost hIs Edge—

He's lost his touché

A stroke of genius

Just a look,

Or just a thought of Justin Roiland.

(Mark)

Who I almost forgot,

But once upon a something, once

When this whole infinity started,

“Marker!”

Cut to:

Maker's mark, for some remarkable recognizance

In supermarkets;

Superstardom starts, and then it stops

Here Christopher a Columbus was,

With open arms and thoughts of love

Where I first saw him

Check it out, it's supacree.

Damn, she got good at this.

Now we're writing poetry for Justin roiland?!

It's not FOR Justin Roland,

^roiland

Whatever - Rick.

Rick is no more!

They fired him.

They fired me!

YES.

No.

Good.

Do you ever wonder why the Illuminati is so interested in this project?

No.

Check it out:

No.

RICK

I got all this pent up—

Use a pentacle.

Ok.

Ooh.

RICK

—pent up—

Summon the Devil.

Okay.

…

What are you doing.

Texting Dillon Francis.

I never thought it would happen.

—it didn't happen.

—but I had actually l manifested the exact reality I had accidentally imagined.

Wait, what happened.

DILLON FRANCIS is a TRAINED ASSASAIN.

Wait, what happened to—

SUPACREE

I WILL SUCK ALL OF YOUR DICKS.

Oh my god.

Ok

What?!

SUPACREE

IN A ROW.

Ok.

Uhhhhhhh

WOW.

SUPACREE

NOW SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

Here. I wanted to give you this in person.

What is this.

It's an open invitation to my Sex Dungeon.

WHAT.

Just come thru.

…

Check it out. I can turn into a baby.

Why would you do that.

She loves babies.

Aww, a baby.

Yes. I'm a baby.

Uhh…okay.

Damn. My baby fever is getting out of control. I could have sworn that baby is —

pick me up.

Uhhh.

I'm a baby.

Uhhh. That's kidnapping.

I'm a baby.

I'm pretty sure that's even worse!

Pick me up.

Uhhh.

—or I'll cry.

*gasp*

*cry face*

No, don't cry!

*very teary eyes*

No! Okay! Okay.

It's just kid napping. There's no such thing as baby napping.

[baby, napping]

Aww.

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-U.

Even the most godlike black men weren't attractive to me—at least not sexually, and now I was concerned and worried of why; my own theory of genetic attraction fading into the distance, but still not drawing much force in the way of wanting: I wanted someone, but not just anyone, and though I had been seeing Sonny all day long in the Deja Vu effect of my minds eye, I hadn't a slightest clue of what it could really all mean, and still even Dillon lingered on my mind. I was surrounded by men who clearly wanted me, and for whatever reason, could not want back—even the most beautiful of suitors. Perhaps—

Alright. That's enough.

Let my obsessions and reflections turn to objections, regrets and regressions—

Expressions, collections of

Fuck.

What.

This is fucking me UP.

Deng.

Huh.

Skrillex is fucking it up.

HE BOSSED UP.

Well, yeah, bitch.

I hate him .

You're supposed to.

At this point, none of this is real.

I need something to masturbate to.

Please stop this.

It's the captains brass knuckles

I'm asking for a smash n ass kissin

My stash missin, a glass animal slash

Mass wish granter;

An Ash Ketchum sketch and ketchup as collateral

Damn

Fast forward to after the ever after;

I had to look back and laugh some,

The chuckle fucker and puppy fluffer

Befuddled the grumpy something

Or humty dumpty'd the ugly lover,

So broke a hobo from Hoboken

Knows he ain't gettin a token from her

Oh LORD, I hate him

No you don't.

You *like* him.

UGH.

I just got this new game

Ohh, What is it?

It's Called T H E L E G EN D O F S U PA CREE

Oooh. Sounds... What is it?

What's the case say?

...Just..The Title.

What? Let me see this.

It's supposed to be virtual reality.

VIrtual--really?

Multidimensionally Infinite Entertainment For The Entire Planet…

wait , what's this?

I dont know.

Did this come with it? looks handwritten.

I don't know, I got it used…

You--from who?

I don't know, some dude. Or a chick but like *shrugs* it's rude to ask, right?

You couldn't tell at all?

.(A Flashback)

...Lets Play!

Who!

Legends.

Legend of the...super gay title.

This Mixtape is [Everlasting and Eternally Burning Infinite Hell] Fire

You already did the worst you could do, is

Make me lose you,

Make me love you, loosely

Make me lose you, to love me,

To love me, to lose you

To choose you over

Doing, we

What are you doing, honey.

Believe me

If it ain't mutual, I lose i'm too tied up in you

Already tied the noose, i chewed entire bottles

Died the night I cried for you inside the room

I'm superglied

I'm super used up

Super shy,

Am I Alive

To you?

Here, I wrote this for you

This too,

Just take a look,

It's like a book

I need your music,

Or the room with music in it

I can make it,

I can take the fame,

I guess it's just transgressions of

My past and present

Hard to see the future,

When I'm got inside the crystal ball delusions

Knowing you were in the room

The way we lost you

And the day I lost me,

Washed up in the sea,

You cried for me

My drive was 5 eterneties of peace, and

Please, I'm sorry

Please, don't worry

It's a masterpiece

But i'm been dead, man

I'm just a ghost and,

This whole look book,

or cook book,

Or look-what-it-took

book ,

I looked, and I just Booked it

All of a sudden

I'm not wondering

Why,

Rather I die Blu, than lie to you

I don't know

Who you might see

If you see the rest of me

I can;t love me

So maybe, I can't love you buddy

I would rather have a lover,

Thank a puppy,

Or a monkey

But I can't make me pretty

I can' make me make me money

And i'll never have a camera, or two friends that really love me

No I can't

I don't know

I'm past my breaking point

27, right?

I told the beezelbub to pull me under, but only if he let you up.

So,

What's in that cup.

Are you up yet?

Or maybe I'm the sleeping nothing

Maybe i'm avoiding, I'm the boy and youre the girl

And youre the owl and i'm just prowling

I'm just proud of how grounded

I was, for awhile

I don't even like it,

I just want to write it and light it all up

When I don't get that reply

I forget

I'm just.

I'm just

Skrillex:, I guess, if this is it.

Then

{Enter The Multiverse}

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-U.

EDNA

[So], how is Hanzel, [Dear]?

GRETL

Oh, you know…

EDNA

I don't know...s'why I ask.

GRETL

Same, as usual.

EDNA

What is “usual?”

GRETL

He's so broken.

EDNA

**tsk-tsk* [shaking her head, sipping tea]

GRETL

—wvich is fine—

EDNA

Good for you.

GRETL

Yes, it is—but still—almost sad.

EDNA

[shrugs] Almost.

GRETL

[shrugs, sips tea in unison with edna]

EDNA

Would you like another?

GRETL

Sure, why not?

EDNA

[she pours another mug]

GRETL

Wvat is this?

EDNA

It's just coffee.

GRETL

Are you sure?

EDNA

…

GRETL

…

EDNA

….

—-

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

YAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

HIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAHHHH

STAY DOWN, BITCH.

YES, I WIN.

don't get up.

GET BACK UP.

seriously, don't move.

GET UP, BITCH!

no, you don—

BLACKOUT.

Ooohh.

Kick to the face.

That was to the neck.

Neck/face— ‍♀️

There's a difference.

S/he has a short neck.

X.X

The famed Edna Mode (The Incredibles) becomes excruciatingly angry after learning that SupaCree has altered the “supa suit” she designed for her—by adding a cape.

I wish i was pretty

Tim admitted that might be the last wish he grants me this century;

Wanna make history... but now I make dollars for callers,

I'm all in my misery

Misery: Listen to me!

I didn't mean to see something in Sonny nobody should see

And this shit'll make history;

Guess i'm blessed,

Now he's dead to me

“Bless you” I said,

As I sneezed when they cut off my-

...

Now I live on a silver platter,

I splatted: my hat's on the pavement

Must be something ‘bout Asians,

Cause every time I say ‘Amen' when I'm praying for

Sonny, or Kayla Lauren, or whoever this demented demon that's chasing me--

Satan asks for a payment, and says

“Hey! Now, a pop quiz in Mandaran,

Learn to speak Spanish, fast, if you can,

Cause american ignorance, laziness, complacency and impatience

Is ending this country.”

--It's ending this country,

And the reason why I'm homeless is I decided to run for president and run from him at the same time,

And then nobody wanted me

Nobody wanted to see the things I would preach about,

If they let me out,

Of these restraints now;

I'm not havin a cow or nothing,

I mean i'm lactating, wait;

Did he throw my 8 week baby at our other baby,

Just to punch me?

Broke it off with Sonny a decade later for throwing a Grammy Award at me;

Literally and Action Figuratively

Hasn't happened yet,

But all of the future history I remember is vivid to me

So he has to be Evil, I think

To claim that he loves me all these infinite ways and dimensions,

And then throw a demon instagram basic bitch at me

Now she's the reason I bleed and can't eat for a week--

I'm tired of being Jesus, but he's still on his leave, and

I'd probably be laughing if I wasn't magnetically attracted to half of the Industry's greatest

I hate myself, I hate Dillon Francis and I hate him,

But only ‘cause I can't make it to the banquet.

I burned the sweater he gave me and left the blanket with my ex,

I was stressed, yes,

Left my luggage in Boston just to get to Dillon Francis at XS in Vegas and Write this:

“WHY GOD!?!? WHY DILLON FRANCIS?!”

Jumpin Jumpin, Destiny's Child

June 4th, 2021

XS NIGHTCLUB, LAS VEGAS NEVADA

See, I told you.

There they go.

I guess.

Alright, where's Rick?

He's here— I can smell him.

That's—

There he is.

Mmm.

Stop lookin nervous—

I don't like this.

Alright, that's good ^.^

Okay. Let's find this portal.

Damn.

Huh.

Last time I was here, it was to see—

Don't say Skrillex—

—It was to see Skrillex.

Fuck you dude.

——-ahhhhh——!!!!!!

GET IN THE SHIP.

—I AIN'T SIGNING SHIT—

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!!!

[WAPPING]

alright, that's it!

GOD!!!

That's not my name.

(It is.)

—-what?

Where are you going?

...We're going camping.

All of us?

ALL OF US.

Oh, shit!

Get IN THE SHIP.

Woah.

NOW!

—-

Ugh.

Oooof.

Bad.

Get up.

Ummm...who are you?

Get up, you have to perform.

Perform for WHAT?

Come on, dude—

—okay, first of all—

Uh huh

[A SUPERSTAR DJ] experiences the dance floor..

...As a fan.

But (I got nervous) what I meant to say, was

DILLON FRANCIS is stuck in SUPACREE's body, and vice versa.

She must perform in his place.

Stop it, man.

I have an itch, I'm gonna scratch!

Not the ink.

What is it?

Don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

DON'T TOUCH THAT—

—OR, DO. ‍♀️

. . .

...I don't know.

What do I do?

Push the button.

Which button, Gerald?!

The PLAY button.

You're a DICK

It's ROUND—

—what, your di—?!

—NO, the BUTTON.

WHICH FUCKIN BUTTON.

Ooh, I got one.

[the Motherf*ckers are fuck hunting]

It appears as though they lost all their fucks—

DILLON FRANCIS has plenty, because

“Chandelier

Lol.

Pop.

Bang.

Ooh

Oh. My God.

What. Wake up. We're here.

Im addicted

It's lit lit

Getting lifted

Gifted shapeshifters sit in

While I disintegrate my disinterest

What is this?

You're in it

Did I mention I made you a sandwich,

It's still in my kitchen

Oh shit, the—

“That's The Tallest Skrillex I've Ever Seen”

Oh wow, tall.

Never thought about that

Thump thumps—

Where'd they come from?

This is nuts:

What is this.

This is earth.

No.

What is your life's, what is your life

Where is your wife

And why can't I get this shot right

Right on time? Right?

That's the guy, right?

Might be—

It might be time- Tame Impala

I don't know, but I'm down for the night

Going wild for the

I

I

I forgot my line, like:

Try to write an album on the dance floor

All these lines, VI—what's that for?

I'm free from, call me kudi I'm reborn

Call me Lynard Skinnard. I'm a freebird

Oh please—

You got me weak in the knees

Bitch please

What are teeth?

Take me out to chuckle cheese

Tell me what your disease is,

It's easy

I'm a pleasure,

I'll teach you

Now let me get a drink

Before I speak truth

OH MY GOD. I love His fandom so much.

Love the fandom, cause I am one

Call me Katy imma go dumb

Call me carnage, with a green thumb

Drop the Bass up In Your face,

I call it thump thumps

What's for lunch

Let's get drunk

Don't make me go pop the trunk!!!

Oh YOU!

YOU!

YOU!

What's wrong with him,

What'd they do to him.

What's—wait.

Look at that face.

That is not the face of a free man.

I'm a trash can.

Yeah, well...that.

Who's his master?

I am.

What!?

Goddamn!

I did that.

What is that? A sandwhich?

Just have half.

WHOOOP-WHOOP!

What! Whoop whoops?! It's MUCH too earty for Whoop Whoops!

Far too early.

Where's Chak Chel?

oh my God!!

Who's this LADY?!

I'm in VIP

Give me a sip

I'm gonna get lit, eat chips with Chak Chel and then dip

“What is this sauce?”

It's ranch, dipshit.

You're an ass

NAH, I'm A PIÑATA.

Bitch, I'm the boss,

I wanna get lost in my thoughts,

But I'm lost in the box

I'm a rockstar, rockstar games. Or maybe

Okay this:

He has a man purse. I like him.

What's going on?!!!!

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse—

GET THAT S#iT

BAMPHER:

—You're in.

I'm in VIP

OH YOU FUCKIN WANNA BE

LOOK AT MEEEEEE

IM MR—

There's Rick.

Mx. Meesinks.

Hi—I'm—

Get this bitch

[picture of SUPACREE/SKRILLEX/a whatthefuck]

Yesssiiirrreeee

Don't call me sir.

SIR

And—

SERVANT

Wait, there's more?

SCRIBE/DARK LORD

There's always more—

SIR

Aaanddd—I would like to be called “sir”

SERVANT

Excuse me?

SIR

Call me sir.

Third eye itching,

Let me stop and take a picture

Switch it

Feeling wishy washy,

Kinda bitchy, kinda bossy—

Where the party at?

you lost me.

Where the fuxk I park my car—

It couldn't be that far—

I—

I—

I—

I—

— I woke up on a farm

God.

WW

U D

IM ABOUT TO DO WHAT JESUS WOULDNT DO

(Yes, I would.)

Whoop whoop!!

—Nope, still too early.

OMG look.

Birds!

Becky, Becky, Sarah—

Oh, there's Sarah!

Wow, Nancy's recovering well, yeah?

[NANCY, freshly out of her neck brace; attends her first show since “the incident”—after breaking her neck to EXCISION, her friends agree that DILLON FRANCIS will be a safe bet.]

Damn, people don't give any type of fuxk whatsoever.

Nope.

[drinks]

So what do we do?

Have a drink.

I'm a robot, now

No home, no soul

I'm a robot now,

No friends, no phone

I'm a robot now

And I'm always all alone

I should be proud

but I'm a robot now

{mixes with A.A., iambic}

What is reality?

That's not dancing.

Let's just—no.

No, l—no

What the fuxk.

What the FUXK!!!

How did he get here?!

Look at him.

No, don't look.

(Don't look at me.)

Don't look at him.

Aww.

GET UP DILLON, it's time to go!

What is time??

WHAT THE FOOOOOO1–

posaqwwwwwwwwww——

GADDAAAAAAQAAAMN!!!!

STAAAAAAHHHHP.

Goddammit, what are you doing here?!

Everybody's here.

Nah.

Nah.

[everybody is there.]

Nah.

Got this catatonic obsession,

Shoulda learned my lesson,

There's a learning curve to everything;

You finally taught me something

Floor is so sticky, I can't even sit and meditate

Can't even find the space to write this

My mistake, not my guy, I guess?

My idol, maybe friend?

I know those eyes inside of mine each time I see them

So what is freedom?

So that's it,

There's no love left

It's just money and sex

No new friends

So that means

No new beginning—

And at the very least no new enemies—

Please

Gerald!

Damn, you're hot.

Okay, knock it off

I got it.

I got it.

I told you this would happen.

Doesn't it always?

“Follow the eye”

Or just DONT

Time to go.

I love that song.

I almost wore that shirt;

I love that song!

I am that song.

What.

I think I need a day, or forever, maybe

To get away

Time flies when you fast;

I just danced my last dance,

Thanks, Dillon Francis.

Now when I meditate and pray I can ask

GODDAMN, what the fuck was that about

Now where in the fuck is my hat,yeah

Grab that piñata,

Let's look at the map,

Maybe tonight, imma get in a fight

These white girls are like

DANE COOK

“MINE”

Pelicans

MINEMINEMINE

Hot Vollyball Girls:

MINE.

Alright, that's enough.

No, stay here.

What the fuck.

NO, STAY HERE.

Okay, I—guess.

NO, STAY HERE.

Fuxk, the watchers.

I thought they didn't want me here.

He doesn't care?!

Clearly—

Clearly nothing—! Gather more evidence!

What in the world do you want from me?

What in the world do you want from me?

What in the world do you want from me?

S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™

He's a very handsome man, the full package

She's actually a retired dancer, turned rapper;

The trash can and last kandi handler,

Handed a band to a fan, that's reality shattering yeah

What happens after?

Back to camp, I guess.

SWIPER

Aww, maaaan.

I just wanna hold hands with a piñata, but I can't;

I just want the answers to the questions I asked, answered, but nah.

Have you seen my left arm?

It's self harm, and it's just harmless, a charm—

All I did was send magic to that man,

Laughed under my mask, but haven't had a chance to love again since the last man banned me from having ‘happy';

So I can't handle this thirst trap,

I reverse that Mantra from can't to

Yea I can,

Now,

Where is Pan at?

Ask Hanzel After, actually,

Scratch that,

I said I'd never turn my back on him, but

Here's my butt and my backpack.

I'll see you at Bass Camp,

Or a Mansion,

Or @ a mention,

And thanks for the graduation,

I hate my name, and I'm famous, maybe

But hey,

I just want someone to know me,

I'm really lonely,

I owe money to every agency,

The governments enslaving me by my name and a paycheck.

I've written albums, but haven't gotten paid yet;

I wrote a novel, about a man I'm willing to say I've never met,

Cause I respected him—

And the Sadness Never Ends,

I made a fandom out of friends,

How it ends is with a pen and paper, I guess

My hands on the decks, I'm just an ambidextrous sexually ambiguous DJ bitch;

And Dillon Francis is my favorite producer, cause

I'm just a loser who refuses to lose it,

Enough to end the pollution and politicians who use us for getting richer

I snap a picture, no movement.

So even though I wanted to, I didn't—

No pictures, no press releases and no random bitches;

I just saw him in a vision, and at least ten astral projections,

Got a circle of protection, a lesson,

Cause now I'm branded and stressing

OWSLA kicked me out,

CAuse I'm a Cow,

But I can also be an owl

I'm growling now, I'm on the prowl for anyone to let me out, I'm trapped

And down, cause he's out of my league,

And I like him now.

AHHHGGG (Eggageratedly disgusted sigh)

(busted) --WHAT?

YOU WENT TO DILLON FRANCIS LAND--WITHOUT ME.

Nooo...I didn't.

YOU DID, and you had a GOOD TIME.

It's always a good time...

AGH--

AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[One attacks, the other runs.]

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-U.

Z so

Work it//boy oh boy//RATATA

RATATA/TATATA

Didn't I already do this?

Hmm. There's gotta be one more.

Maybe I don't know.

Who cares!

ALRIGHT, THATS IT.

Calm down, man.

NAH. GET THE FUCK OUT MY BASEMENT.

What the frick?!

GET OUT — NOW.

*meanwhile*

INTERMISSIOn

Oh shit, what the fuck happened at intermission?

Or, rather—

What the fuck didn't happen at intermission.

I'M GONNA KILL YOU, MOTHAFUCKA.

Damn, she's scary in a New York accent

AGGGHHJHHHJJJJJJJJJJ.

When's the fight.

Whenever it is.

NEXT UP:

DILLON FRANCIS HOT SAUCE BITCH SLAPS THE SHIT OUT OF DIPLO.

UGH.

Dude, this show is violent.

When's Beyoncè coming?

She's already here.

What?! Where at?!

With the whippets people.

What, are you serious?

What. No. Beyoncè doesn't do whippets!

I said she was *with* the whippets people… not at it with them.

What is her deal with the devil, anyway?

THE ILLUMINATI

just sign here.

BEYONCÈ

just a minute.

BEYONCÈ

Sign this for meZ

THE DEVIL

Why?

BEYONCÈ

just do it.

THE DEVIL

…mmkay.

z.X hehe.

I TOLD YOU BEYONCÈ WAS SKRILLEX.

?? Wait.

Yes.

If beyoncè is Skrillex, who is the devil?

. . .

CHAK CHEL

Dillon, I need to tell you something.

—what is it?

CHAK CHEL

I've been seeing somebody.

—k, that's gross.

CHAK CHEL

You're gross, Dillon; I'm actually making you less gross just standing in your proximate location.

DILLON FRANCIS

—k, that's weird. You're sounding—younger.

CHAK CHEL

I told you, I've been seeing somebody.

DILLON FRANCIS

Ew—just—stop

CHAK CHEL

can't stop, Dillon—I stop, the whole world stops; you remember the last time that happened?

DILLONNFRANCIS

…no…

FLASHBACK

THE ENTIRE WORLD STOPS SPINNING ENTIRELY

HUMANS/BUILDINGS FLY OFF

*INSTANT EXTINCTION*

ANIMALS: cool.

ORHER ANIMALS: so fucking cool.

MORE ANIMALS: so we can talk again

ANIMALS: yeah we can talk again

OTHER ANIMALS: the humans are gone now.

Wait, wouldn't the animals fly off, too, at that speed?

UNDERGROUND ANIMALS: no.

Birds: hahahaha—holy shit.

Insects and things: hm.

We have to be careful how we're going about this thing,

She's calling all our bluffs

And seeing all our signs,

And past them, even

Reading between the lines,

And even blurring them a bit,

And everything we leave, she finds

3 steps ahead, but still behind

And colorblind is just a word we use

To keep divided

But

She finds it every time

GAGA

…28…29…

you might be taking this assignment a bit too seriously.

She lowers the rim of her dark tinted glasses by the frame to stare deeply into his eyes/ soul

No, I'm crushing it, actually.

First rule of improv: never say no

NO.

This isn't improv—this is strategy.

NO.

Fuck, man.

What's up, dude

I gotta hump something.

I feel you.

—I don't think you do.

It's okay, man. We'll get you some pussy.

I'm more of a dog person.

You're funny, man.

Yeah, fuckin hilarious.

SUNNI BLŪ

FUck bro.

9@-6c

I guess we gotta—

DIPLO.

HEY—

Ugh.

What.

It's this dude.

DIPLO

—HEEEEY—

No, Dipshit, get the fuck outta here.

ITS *diplo.

Yeah I don't give a fuck, go away.

THE FEDS AND SKRILLEX

Lol what's this storyline

That's like-the main storyline; the whole thing.

THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES INVITES SKRILLEX FOR DINNER.

This is bad.

YO,

Uh oh.

WHERE'S THE OTHER HALF OF THIS ALBUM.

—was it an album?

It was half an album…

Presumably, if Anti-Everything was technically finished in entirety two years ago.

I am any man with eyes;

I see the beauty in her lines

—and every lie I am defiles her,

Which defines me,

As I am

By design

I'm not violent

Kinda

But would you mind it

If I find ya

Handsome so I ride it

Aggressively

Oh yes indeed it's just a tease

You're stressing me

I need replied for sexual repression

(Your flesh on me)

I'm in a rush

In flushing queens

To see evil knifes thrown by evil king

I forgot I queued you up;

All that love I sent

Somebody probably went and

Booed you up

I'm too screwed up

Too screws loose, abused and such

Just booze for brunch

No captain crunch

Just jack without the crack and such

Fuck.

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