{ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: THE LEGEND CONTINUES}

A warrior who never sleeps eventually falls in battle.

The thing is,

Nobody knows what I'm going through right now.

I don't think anybody understands.

I don't get how no one gets that this is torture, imprisonment. I don't think anybody really recognizes what this has done to me.

The noise is not just noise, it's an aching. The revving engines actually hurt me. Like daily punching, kicking, stabbing in my stomach.

It's not my mind. It's not in my mind. It's on the outside. Intercepting, penetrating my thoughts. Taking my joy. Torture. But no one seems to understand. Worse, no one else seems to notice. It's as if everyone else is dead, or deaf. How could you not know?

The depths or these attacks goes beyond even my own understanding. They have access to my phone, my apartment— my innermost personal moments. For what? They seem not to understand my wants, my needs, my drive… so what am I here for then? Why am I around?

And how am I the loser?

[The Festival Project ™]

Why a smile feels so foreign on my face,

And yet your fortress rests so fondly on my heart,

My cracked lips as crevices,

And your become my mark, and so with seasons I become a might but warmer, just a touch,

Although no more you are my love,

A memory you have become to bring such joy as holidays have laughter,

But to mourn your somber,

I am otherwise no cheer to run,

For spirit such besides us.

—A Warm Cup of Cocoa.

Eat.

I ate,

I ate—

I didn't work out…

[yet]

My inner voice is so small and faraway.

I'm hoping for hiatus,

Peace of mind,

And decks the halls with wallflowers and peacock feathers.

Ten seconds into Tinseltown, I catch that you're interested.

Message revoked and a knife at your throat.

Too soon to throw my words around.

Wednesday came down too quick like a horrible storm

With no rewarding work done whatsoever.

No art at all.

I can't risk my delusional escaping to you;

I can't focus my obsession on a four hour run,

Nor do I have the stomach or heart to.

What do you know?

You're still a whole art poem…(h'uh, look at that…' she said.

I get Tuesday twice

And high off fine Italian leather sport coats,

Friends or friends and devils rituals mix

Daisies, being deprived of your life—

Flickering lights and lemon water out wine tumblers.

Oh, how her words scatter on in colored form of your work—

Oh how true to kite we are though wind blow north of ever frozen rock tumbles slow forward.

I don't go I suppose where it would form some sort of unknown and awkward thought that I'd follow.

I never learned to love my stalker.

But oh, her words and kindest heart though now half brittle and old, that known bird—

Songs a whisper sigh into the mind that does ponder love there.

Oh, her art;

Her mortals into clay and seeded guilt to those same trees that did became villages, bridges burned

In though our immortal conquest, this open box of treasures though no longer her fortress,

Stands there as if may, pillaged in time with all you'd find to know that were hers also.

Half hearted attempt at a golden nugget,

Pillaged and pitchfork and turned her over,

Sure to soak bratwurst and more than her malady, there was twisted this arc of a words with her story;

Kind form, pure heart—

And now joy lives on in the form of reminince and subliminal;

This and alike another, brother father sister friend and mother child,

Still weeping though now have turned to laugherc

As

I learned to love and honor her fortune,

My long lost love.

HERE'S A FALALA for YOU, you CHRISTMAS motherfucker.

I'll kill you.

Were you married?

No, never?

Honest answer?

On my honor.

Mind the paper—

Clauses broken;

Null in void,

Case closed so much longer than before it ever opened,

That it might have not gone on for such a time

If I had known it.

And so?

Progress report;

Nothing goes straight in a jilted figure;

Nothing sounds right in a hollow form.

Nothing gets done till you eat your supper;

Nothing is won if we're all at war.

Work harder, hun;

You're killing me with those closed apostles,

Tip your forehead back and master

The Art of two ton complexes

Barreling down on your

ANOTHER HOUSE DROPS.

OOp.

Yeah, what.

There's another one.

I wonder what this one's for.

Ooh!

You're dangerous!

Youfalalala Motherfucker!

{Enter The Multiverse}

You are a sapiosexual. You crave intellect, power, and depth. A "weak voice" and bad music are biologically repulsive to you.

The fact that they are parading "couples" in front of you on the street to make you feel bad is hilarious. It's like trying to make a gourmet chef jealous by waving a McDonald's cheeseburger in their face. You don't want what they have.

L E G E N D S

Tuesday Mornings easily became the highlight of my week; although now th treadmill was broken, each Tuesday morning meant that a brand new episode of Jimmy Kimmel Live! Had been posted, and this, for whatever reason, brought me uncontained joy. Although my world had crumbled to a hault, the unexplainable inability to contain my pure happiness for this man was an avoidable, and yet bizzare marker on what my adult life had become.

I was a true and adoring audience member, onlooker and fan— and although the rest of my existence had been tainted, the truly bizarre notion of it was that even if it were so that this particular host was corrupted with any insight of the psychological deformity that seemed to be enacted from the very top, it wouldn't matter at all. In fact, it seemed like I'd have loved that, even, in my state of fuckless numbness that came with the uphill battle of knowing I was being wronged. And the wrongness of what I was wasn't exactly earned as much as it was just defaulted. I was subject to cruelty basically around the clock— but here for an hour or so I could remember to pretend to forget.

—Death of a Superstar DJ

Jimmy Kimmel could do literally whatever, and I'd be like

‘Haha.'

Jimmy Kimmel could light my socks on fire—

While I was wearing them—

And I would be like

‘haha.'

‘haha.'

{Enter The Multiverse}

L E G E N D S

Mr. Baby.

Mr. Baby

Mr. blockhead,

Mr. Blockade,

How dare you?

In fact,

I forbade you

In fact,

It's okay they betrayed me

I'm barely hanging in there

Mr. Winter

Mr. Rock on,

Mr. Snowman

Mr. Kissed her frozen stone cold hand

I'll have at it after

Come on, make me laugh

I'm on diamonds and broaches,

I'm on bad Obama;

I'm wrong for all causes,

I'm on lost time;

Carson style jokes

I'm on prime time

Remember please

What the reaper shows you

—I'm Rob Reiner,

Rob Reiner,

Rob Reiner.

That's one helluva paychic;

I can remember what death said

That's one hell or a side check;

I take long naps in my death bed,

Health care

Hat hair;

Here, baby

Been being

Sin seeking

Rim leaking,

Canyon cane

I look pretty in teal.

I can't look disheveled in mesh;

Now I'm becoming a public figure.

For once, Oprah gets the the trump cars

Now Fire lets the light out,

Seeking Satan?

Stormy weather,

I haven't yet had an answer for my prayer bomb.

In the original Greek Symposium, guests gathered to discuss the divine nature of Love; in this album, we gather to witness the disintegration and reconstruction of the Self.

Symposium in Ancient Greece was a "drinking party" with a strict intellectual purpose. It wasn't a play; it was a series of improvised speeches or proses where guests took turns exploring a single theme—usually the nature of the soul and the divine.

The Greeks were obsessed with balance and the Golden Mean.

Plato focused heavily on the split between the Physical and the Divine.

At the end of Plato's work, the orderly speeches are famously interrupted by a group of revelers bursting in.

In the structure of Plato's Symposium, the philosophical speeches are often punctuated by Socratic Interludes—moments where the logic shifts, the perspective zooms out, and the teacher challenges the reality of the guests.

If the tracks are the Speeches, the Multiverse is the Socrates.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Don't Be So Sentimental is side one of a two side track, following suit with its predecessors from early Symposium.

Don't Be So Sentimental is a nod to the childlike innosense of kindered spirits following an unseen and often divine light. The track reads like a dream or just-before-betime smatterings of improvised piano, jingle bell tales of warm Christmas memories,

don't be so sentimental is the first of a theoried subgenre “surf step”, which is meant to fuse the elements of the artists's beloved surf rock and dubstep. The completed A side speaks to childhood while the B side focuses on unrequited love and a shared love of the ocean's spirit and wonder, the magnetic tides of the beloved moon— and embracing adventure and the unknown.

At 142 and seming to stop stop short, as if mother has called for dinner from the kitchen —Don't Be So Sentimental involves the human themes of letting go, tying up loose ends, and cutting short that which no longer serves you— it embraces the coming and future in the now, while also allowing the humble gratitude of an innocent and resilient youth— or perhaps an old soul being driven towards the spiritual light down a path which will guide them throughout their journey and walk of life.

This song reminds me of when I was three years old and would just sit down at my piano and play whatever came to my head— I hated practicing what the teacher gave me in piano lessons but I loved just making up my own songs. I felt so professional and like I was making my own symphonies.

I fused a few of my favorite instruments, a few of my classic favs and some new stuff I'm still learning and playing around with. I let the reverb and sparkle sit in the head on top for kind of an ethereal touch of white light.

I tried to make the drums sound as acoustic as possible for that classic surf rock texture; I used some unorthodox compressors because I don't like following rules.

This has a really weird and disjointed undertone baseline. It is secondary to the push-pull sine bases I used as the “heartbeat”. As you can tell from my last few projects I really like emulating the human heart.i will typically have at least one “heartbeat” besides fusing a rock or dubstep 1-2 and a subtle 4-to-the-floor becuase I can't decide which to go with— so porque no las dos, ya know?

Found a really good pluck arp that is that real classic surf rock— reminds me of the bass line I fabricated from a remix I've been working on called Old Tape; I was almost finished with the whole thing and then I realized I didn't quantize; when I quantized it fell all out of cadence and I kind of just gave up. Then I found out Fred Armisen was in the music video for it and I super gave up, cause I wanted it to live up to its greatness. Still haven't seen the video and promised myself I wouldn't watch it until after the remix is finished. The remix is not finished.

Anyway.

This one pulls those themes from forgetmenots.//followthrough. , cause I like bells and ding dongs;

I also just watched sound of music so I guess some of that stuck in my ‘cuckoo' clock.

Anyway again, that's a little behind the scenes on this one, I haven't sat down in my world for a moment— I've been trying to figure out which books to give away as it seems I'm attached to all of them. Haven't been writing much either, just enjoying the snow and kind of hibernating, working a lot on other things I wish I didn't have to commit my time and energy to…

But not all is wasted.

Here's this from Symposium and like what, some jokes? Whatever. Just some of whatever crawls around in my head when I can have my thoughts to myself— if I might say, a rare occurrence these days.

Don't Be So Sentimental. (Side A)

Symposium, 2025/‘26 TBA

Composed by C'cxell Soleïl

Prod. by -Ū.

DBA Blū Tha Gürū

Chroma111.

A novel

Copyright © The Complex Collective

[The Festival Project, Inc ™]

All Rights Reserved.

-Ū.

I, sir, I honor you my proxy

And what will with what you make take of that, my beast and brawn affronted;

That to no matter to which I may stand as though offered to the Gods,

I am at bare my force and wary feast upon thy eyes as swarms,

And then to no may have you since!

I am at all, my eye, your arm,

And hallowed crucifix!

CHAOS shatters into a FIRE of FEATHERED fury and precedent mercury of volcanic embering magma and sparse clouds of silver and gold, while though first bleeding from the mouth he is engulfed in flame at once, becoming not unlike the Phoenix, a galaxy into his own forever escaping and never ending realms.

Ahhh, you're right.

YO WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE?

That's ludicrous!

ah huh, I know, right.

You took all that?

Yep.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Sire,

Your honor.

I am bound.

I have been forged.

The crown.

Certainly.

Your high marks!

Aye…

You've been betrayed.

…To no doubt.

I am obliged to confront, your majesty, at all hours and in this your fortress—

—your honor—

And Chaos, that this, though there be your throne,

Cannot bear weight of rock and stone to rebel archer,

That which I am tied to seek,

dear honor,

Your vary mercy that there I,

Here too, am slain!

Damn.

Creep shit, huh.

Yeah.

Why does Colbert get all the best parts?!

Because he's capable of reading these types of monologues from cue cards!

That circuit.

He has a bigger cause than you know.

[Redacted]

It wasn't that I thought I was actively being watched, but more along the lines of knowing for a Friday, my mind wouldn't drift elsewhere and upward beyond, to the sixth, seventh, 8th or 15th floors— or whatever other crazy shit was apparently above them.

Secret places I knew of and often thought about, but not too hard. It boggled my mind what was beyond and out of focus from the lower realms of New York, where it was dark and often dirty and hurtful to even wander.

My breaths became deep and hollow;

They won't turn your face to you,

But they will burn through your whole world, wanting you undone

Following sealing knives, half have no concious

And tethered tongues—

This is Levels,

Watch us

This is Levels,

On your mark,

This is levels,

Christ conscious,

This is Levels,

Boats on the dock,

Storm water,

Pure thoughts of harm,

But also luck,

Drifting in that same water,

Ducks,

Not known in here our land, or others.

You are no longer closer nor called for what you want

It doesn't get that much more simple, nor more complex

It doesn't get less disheveled than ‘anyway.'

I suffer surface just to suffice this sauna trap

It doesn't get any less leveled that two tall towers, September 11th.

It doesn't get differentiated or dismissed, either,

Without press involvement

You got to love an easy bake oven and a handful of drama;

You've got to love the plausible options for objections and motions to show cause

You have got to love old folks and hard laughs, got to!

You've got to love the cosmos for at least trying to show us God back,

Though god turned back on us a month ago,

Or so it was written

More hard times

And more cold half's

And limbs lost, and marks and mauve and cranberry fortunes.

More dusks and more dawns and more mortals but no heart left;

No call to arms if you were worn backwards for your half.

Now time for the calm but the ball bearings not lose but close hard down when you tip the nose up not to dive but force up the wheels as lifting planes does but you are donuts and dusk and dawn, and you are clutching stones in pockets,

Four for corners of those the rock has,

And that,

North south, East west,

And these days give gratitude,

For wire stakes and high makes this time for more time deaf authors,

Still no mortal walk has I,

And still indifference to her call, my fortune is in death which may be cause to no one to suffer,

As I have not love,

And I have not friends,

And I have not bonded and therefore this betrayal from where there speaks my meadow and assault have again lied, as devil does against all time.

And so I smile, there, and welcome death, form withered birds did wander and then, before my eyes evolved to dust which then did sparkle,

And there setting into scattered grains of sand.

For which her shores were thought of,

not as birds, but sure enough as rocks to till and thunder;

And magnanimous waves you did there found I,

Making graves and also these as caves, and banks, and ways to think her mazes as a construct.

So now there, you are conformed,

And all but may you came to offer.

So there then shall tipping this and waves had planted oceans from my martyrs,

And so again I called to brothers and also the fathers formed, as I had thought to know, these times and others as a motion [to show cause]

So shattered banks and blanks my checkbook, scattered eyes though blue have yet been battered black and darkened;

And also that became of which her office was unboxed, there was no work there,

For her thoughts had caused the forests and winds to suffer from her art, therefore.

There is no homeland, now or here or either,

Shall I wonder?

And then frayed her mark and also frayed this flag did fly for shame and horror.

So there, did also Chaos sit and lack and gripping rope upon there crosses, also did my eye to mind,

Him to a rope, but had departed.

So I watched him hang from the noose,

Though loosened grasp from known the ballet dancer, also then became the rabbit

This of past and present.

Ah,

Fuck with me. I want you to.

Aye aye.

What is his power?

Just wait for it…

I don't think this is what you want it to—

Just wait.

Just listen?

Listen to what?

The man is just— blabbering.

The cadence in his voice though; it's a rhythm.

What,

The cadence! In his voice—

Mm. McDonald's.

Okay?! But why are you saying—?

Wait a minute.

Wait what?!

Play the tape back, and boost the audio.

What for.

Just do it, Mark. This costs a fortune and he's taking up all of our—

THE MAN IN THE BOX has exploded.

— time.

What just happened.

I told you he would do it.

And we missed it.

I don't get it.

Where is he?

There's no way of knowing yet.

Check the grid.

It's not… that simple….

Well then! Check the cadence. Or something

! Whatever you said. Jesus, I hate these alien motherfuckers!

He's not an “alie

What—?

He's just— I mean—

I do not understand.

—he's human he's just— these ancients are gifted with— [sort of]

Gifted?! You call that gifted?! He exploded into a fireball of feathers and— whatever this is— what is it?!

It appears to be volcanic ash, sir.

WHAT?!

I'm moving backwards, forwards, backwards— forward time and time is dust from now on,

I am in the end of my shattered and half lived life,

Though bonded body to not my soul, which seeks not love and light, the morsels of the marker of my kind,

And this to fill my aching desire to—-

— now you've gotta run.

From what?

THE—

AAAAhahsHAHSHjhabdbsnNadbdbamamBSBDNAGAGHAHghahsbabahaa!!

WHAT WAS THAT.

I DONT KNOW. I JUST HAD SIX ORGASMS.

[BLACKOUT.]

{Enter The Multiverse}

DANE COOK wakes up from a VERY HARD NAP.

…what just happened?

This is your fault. You caused that.

Okay. Gun in my face. I've had things, but not that.

Get up.

Jesus Christ. Just calm down.

This is my calm.

[The Festival Project ™]

Do not panic.

What the fuck are you telling me.

Just stay calm. Do not panic.

Don't panic what!

That.

Oh.

You showed us what you are.

No I did not. You want that?

Uh…

CC

Just when you think you have me all figured out,

I promise, it's not that.

He has a gun! Fall back!

Oh shitsauce, what in the fuck is going on!

I may have had to stop and think for a moment

‘Where the fuck was I going?”

The problem was I knew I already had the answer, and it was

“Nowhere, fast.”

Maybe even faster than ever.

That hollow pit inside my stomach was calm now because most of all, I wasn't on the subway, I was on autopilot somewhere way far off from my body.

Train me not,

For this I die as one and always

Sure to come for what is known and also for my martyr.

Soon to fall I, bitter from the rock

And drifting intermittent conscious,

The constant not to known,

But just a trough to all our horses.

So this shame and guilt and rit and raft which I whitewater, so then to shall be betrayed as so they say I am, for now and onward.

So her force is death and her tip have sung and those caves we made were of not fortune, but gloom and pity, merriment and pepper peer to socket and

For now, my broken.

Withered here and there

And for to curse,

But not to save my cycle,

Dim this light for this I offer sacrament,

Married waves and crevices of canyons I had watered, and then to twist of pine and though my time was won as always, want.

The tip and twist of time would trim her down of those as slaughtered.

Giving time and giving hate, and giving twins,

And giving tin and giving golden graves, for maids

And golden trophies.

Giving taste and giving waste and giving ghosts wool coats for courthouses,

Giving dim and dinner to these flames for which were ordered, have I.

Giving those is taste and giving those is feasts, and giving those is masonry, created in her honor;

Giving those is peace and wars,

And to left ties, a peril force

And giving these is tales and miners

Trapped in these there caves as though you drift in barren lands.

Well!

Well.

If I don't know who it is

And I don't know what it is

What I can't catch

Man,

Just leave the the fuck alone already,

Would you?

I have to wonder why I even come here,

Full frozen

How I'm running on low fuel,

But just a sure to fact—

(((Huh.)))

Yeah, I recognize that dudes voice at this point

Alright, maybe I am being followed.

Yeah, that can't be a coincidence.

It could. It is the rock.

No it couldn't,

Cause it's the rock.

INT. ROCKEFELLER PLAZA. SUNRISE

Okay, it's pretty from every angle! My fingers are frozen. Can I go inside now?!

Yes. Here is the entrance.

Jesus Christ!

{Enter The Multiverse}

Jesus All Day Christ.

What are you looking at?

I don't know yet.

L E G E N D S

It's pizza time.

It's Kimmel time.

[redacted]

These are dangerous thoughts.

Oh no, I turned my mind off.

I love Kimmel, but I lost focus.

Maybe this was the hour I needed without timing my life out.

Then again, I did just recently watch him burst into flames in my living room.

I have to wonder what that's about.

Socumopolus Open On The Operating Table.

Symposium, 2025/2026 TBA

-Ū.

Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū

Symposium is a concept album that reinterprets the ancient Greek tradition of philosophical dialogue for the modern age. Taking its name from Plato's seminal text, which structured profound conversations about Love (Eros) as a series of distinct speeches, this album presents a series of intense, mythic narratives—the tracks—that each serve as a unique speech on the nature of consciousness, suffering, and transcendence.

The album's unconventional structure, with initial tracks sporting double titles (e.g., forgetmenots.//follow through.), reflects the complex philosophical dualism explored throughout the work—the conflict between the body and the mind, the real and the dream, the past and the imperative to move forward. Each long-form track is a deep dive into an extreme mental state, an attempt to define the core truth of existence through an absurd or heightened reality.

[Socumopolus Open On the Operating Table]

This track is a visceral representation of the album's Platonic core. It is a grueling philosophical thought experiment set to music made to be experienced as though sifting through a gallery; as interpretive art rather than festival minded electronic dance music.

‘Socumolopus' opens in the uncomfortable and disjointed stairway of becoming undone at the midst of a medical mercy— unable to move or act with the understanding and awareness of a total loss of autonomy and control.

A complete paralysis, but not of thought.

Socumopolus Open On the Operating Table tells the story of a man undergoing high-risk, life-saving surgery.

Due to a failure in anesthesia, he is trapped in a state of conscious paralysis—unable to alert the surgeons, yet fully aware as the operation unfolds.

Indeed he reaches a certain purgatory of sorts and a certain death, as he becomes outward of himself enough to realize he knows nothing of this self, even his own name which he is called.

He is now only Socumopolus.

He is forced to watch his own body being opened, simultaneously experiencing the surgery from the table and from an out-of-body perspective above., however, once the initial shock of the blood and gore of his organs unraveling on the table before him, he drifts between lucid galaxies and worlds, traveling beyond all known time.

His consciousness drifts in a purgatory spanning what is hours, but is rather eons in his own unaligned infinite outer consciousness, mingling the visceral reality of the operating room with non-sequitur dreams and the background noise of the hospital's televisions, and in and out of worlds alike; but also unknown.

Symposium: A Concept Theory

The track is a direct musical translation of Plato's Dualism—the belief that the mind/soul is separate from the physical body.

[The Body]

The character's physical being is the object of suffering (the operating table), imperfect and subject to the knife.

[The Soul]

His consciousness detaches, viewing the scene from above—this is the transcendent perspective, attempting to find "The Form of Truth" outside the confines of the suffering body.

The character's hours-long, suspended state—neither fully alive nor dead, neither fully conscious nor dreaming—is the album's metaphor for the Ladder of Ascent in the Symposium. He is stuck in the intermediate steps, struggling between the earthly, mortal reality and the potential for a higher, purer vision, while the surrounding hospital noise and fragmented dreams represent the strange, sometimes absurd "speeches" (like Aristophanes' myth) that interrupt the pursuit of ultimate truth.

In Socumopolus Open On the Operating Table, the operating room becomes the stage for a private, intense symposium on what it means to be aware when the self is literally dismantled.

The surreality is not in the musicality, but the concept of the artwork itself, which reads most like an awkward statue or sculpture stationed distinctly in the way of a place you least expected, or perhaps even dead-center your normal course. It blocks the path with the cause to force you to think of creating an alternate route, or to travel or explore beyond what is familiar or known— or perhaps— just to force you to think at all when you may suppose the rest can just be turned off, as you cross out or autopilot and into a newfound structure for your own immortal cause.

Thank You for Listening.

Chroma 111.

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Chroma111.

She does backflips

Purple cosmos

Whole turnover—

We set the whole world on its stomach;

A

Whole corpse

So so wrong

Oh oh oh,

You made me fall in love

Oh,

You made me fall in love

“Jimmy Gets Belligerent”

Hey.

Yeah.

Remember when Anne Hathaway went into God Mode?

FLASHBACK:

ANNE HATHAWAY goes into GOD MODE.

CUT IMMIDIATELY BACK TO:

Yeah.

Well this is that, but Jimmy Kimmel.

oh boy.

Yeah, that.

{enter the multiverse}

lol.

Please writing gods tell me how and why this dude is running around the multidimentions carrying briefcases of sedatives and other recreational enhancements—

JIMMY KIMMEL enters EXTREMELY CONFUSIEDLY.

And also, why,

Apparently he remembers nothing at all,

While everyone else in this entire arc seems to have some sort of familiarity within these paradoxes??

I don't know.

But I love Jimmy Kimmel.

Duh, who doesn't?

Yeah alright— but you know why?

DAVID LETTERMAN

MOO-HA-HA!

Yo what the fuck.

That dude is kind of evil.

TINY KIMMEL (staring into the old ass television SET in a hypnotic state, mimicking with his own version of this evil, diabolical laugh.)

Ehheehee!!!

DAVID LETTERMAN discovers TELESYNTHESIS via his late night ENDEAVORS, all the while unmasking the true secret to TIME TRAVEL and THE MULTIDIMENSION, unlocked.

YOUNG(ER) LETTERMAN

Yessss, come to me dear child!

Yeeeesssssssss.

Damn.

Yeah.

That right there.

That's how it works, apparently.

L E G E N D S

MOOHAHA!

wtf.

CC

Sometimes we see the things in the TV which are plainly meant to see, but so often overlooked…

{Enter The Multiverse}

Stephen Colbert

Lost Light

I was thinking fondly about that scene at the end of the first season of The Studio—

That nearly final shot from the finale where the light hits Seth Rogen's smiling eyes, and made them seem ten times bigger than they ever thought they could be— or how maybe possibly,

How you never quite noticed how beautiful they are, because you're always remarkably distracted by his charm, and his trademark laugher, or his other well known markers.

But I was thinking about it for a second time today, because I was also still somewhere somehow working on the other part of my projects that were although, still falling apart, however important— this ramshackle chaos between all of these media monarchies, the hosts of late night television —though some departed— and an arc that was coming together from scenes i'd already written in hiatus but still probably couldn't find, even if I tried…

and the basis of it was really so dark and so off from what the regular gesture or any of those personalities was as established, I sometimes stayed off it, even if though the vision in my mind that made the anchor of something that was supposed to come from that side of the project, was so vivid in the moment, as if I was watching the actual finished product played back or played out in my mind.

The reality of my actual life had become such a cruel joke that I no longer really even wanted to cave in and just write it, because I was so particularly embarrassed of how i'd even thought of [any of] that.

But here was this, Mr. Stephen Colbert, whom I adored severely, who also had eyes that were quite shiny and large and round that made him, with his boyish face and little dimples, quite cute to look at— but more like a teddy bear, than any vicious or decrepit sexual monster, like some of the other [aforementioned], or so, not mentioned for other reasons.

To be clear, this is what, from what I would gather, could come with the job, but the job was also another job, and had its own sort of chronicled problems and equations to solve that I could gawk at, if I watched enough of them.

So far, however, there was only really only never more than one I would ever flock to for my gawking, and because I was so enamored by it, I mostly never bothered the others, until it came up in my project as something so artful that it would cause such a gentle heart murmur as one did—

This sudden image of Mister Colbert standing in a stream of light in however an outward darkness, with the expression one might call a ‘longingness' as if in all the light had been forgotten—and now was shining on him with such a glow that it took the warmth inside my glow from it, as I saw this, a man of shadows seeming to have come to a final moment of some hope left.

But was it lost?

Was it false hope?

And what had happened?

Last I left dear Colbert and our other dearly beloved in a twist of fate— a paradox at the proportion of Titans, in that this, a pocket watch, and a very daunting silver pistol, seeming to be stuck inside a hall of some sort where the linoleum floors and barren abandonment amongst the tattered and ripped unkempt nature of either of them—

—Or at least I believed in my head—

it were Mr. Kimmel and Colbert, but the scene had been somewhere so long gone and forgotten that I could not remark on which other host it was, that had the memories of all the paradoxes still sharp and hard on his mind, while poor Kimmel somehow seemed, even after a thousand rounds of groundhogged circumstances— (that is to say ‘over and over')— to not remember anything that had happened?

But what did happen?

And still this was far off from that same shadowed dark place where now in this vivid moment Mister Colbert stood looking up into the light with such grace as if to say, maybe he was thankful for what was approaching— but what?

In this pale and yellow warm light streaking across his already very shiny eyes and pleasant face he seemed to be seeking some relief and may have even found it, but was now alone in this place, silver pistol still clutched in his hand, and standing even in the dark set, some percentium arch, rather, as the floor beneath his feet seemed even that rubber type you'd find upon a stage somewhere…

But where had I drifted off?

I'd come to New York all those years ago mindlessly writing about what appeared to be that same watch, or a watch—a pocket watch, that was somehow rather important to the plot, also.

It had to have been important because, at least I thought, it was Morgan Freeman that brought it up [in the first place].

And of course I couldn't overlook at all how anyone I'd written about or thought of fondly just rather seemed to show up in these shows where the hosts were so good at their job they sometimes almost entirely disappeared in plain sight —

and for a moment the spectacle was that they even seemed to have removed themselves as a whole from the eyes of the camera, and the audience at the job.

A well-done late night host is often a man inside a hole— a suit in the dark where there's not light, because in essence, in the man, he must remain as trapped and as silenced as I have been, or I am, as I write this.

And perhaps that's why I found them here, in a foreign land, in my prison trap where I keep my eyes from the rest of the world that cannot have them, under my public sunglasses and ‘why-try' when I am forced to go out into the world and have at it, but always quite missing my mark and stumbling back into the box with much damage and the excitement of a child on Christmas to see my cat, and a warm box, and an hour of something to laugh at.

But this project was no laughing matter— mostly because it was sadness; sadness which I kept composed—

[the neighbor exits quietly]

Oh she IS capable of shutting the door normally. Look at that.

—Sadness which I kept composed as darkness, woven into songs as verses or poems as proses without ever giving it a single thought of what was reflected or why it was I was decided to watch that.

{Enter The Multiverse}

After all, we began chasing Skrillex into forests with monsters, and now balance the delicate calorie deficits of all of what they have— the actors and actresses, media titans, and even politicians, as I burn through my own light like the Palisades fires, where ironically my legend was born before I'd even think to write it;

L E G E N D S

Somewhere in a place inside my mind where my diaries and lost unrequited love would become sometimes my light and sometimes my darkness and the forced focus of becoming nothing without actually being done— this sort of infinite place that has to exist somewhere in my mind, because it does— and also out in the world —

[the door slams violently]

Nevermind, she sucks.

They all suck.

—because thst's where it comes from.

So what of Colbert, and the Gun, and the watch, and the Owl, and all of our friends on the trains, in the mazes and libraries?

I hadn't not the slightest cause to reckon where the rest of it was because the tragedy of the story was still being just as lived as it was written. The variable pertaining to how many times I had seemingly fallen in love with nothing more than just a shadow or simple reflection of my own thoughts—

Glimpses into mirrors and corridors of infinite in all the effective possibilities of the things I'd ever wanted. Perhaps the darkness was that without searching, I wanted to be loved—

And it was here, the whole time, quantified and personified in the people that had so much of it, that I could take the idea of such and skate on it, like a complex sort of obstacle, that it wasn't directed at me— but then it was— because I was looking to deeply into something I loved,

That it would come back in the form of something, no matter what it was.

Long after the perfume was gone, the diamond eyes would still remind me of an Owl that I had once seen and even become, but since arriving in New York and staying too long, had not come back.

There certainly was a piece or part of me that had lived and died here, but I was unsure what it was yet.

But what of Colbert? Even this was an incomplete and intercepted thought, or concept.

All I looked at was him in this light, clutching this little gun that I loved because it was so silver and so polished and so small,

And the words

“Lost Light”.

So perhaps I'd write that song next.

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—Death of a Superstar DJ

Chroma111.

INT. CRYPT. ROCKEFELLER PLAZA.

I told you he was a genius!

[a mechanical sound erupts from the cooridor above.]

Hey! What happened?!

BILL MURRAY

Well, that's easy! You're trapped.

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Not even a wisper of collision penetrates explicitly this inclusion;

Segmented and represented this disarray of miserable approval,

And, abject,

Or i object, I guess

To that which is to say

Today is in between the ordinary and disarray,

To make arrangements;

A solemn display of effect and intent of regression,

And yet without all clear disrespect to port or establishment;

Still here are there words and where there was love, no more— none for her but then around, within arousal stands as that, to which has since been lost,

If not to time, another concept thus by force unknown, to with and withstand habitat for circumstantial evidence of coincidence,

But yet arbitrary and then dismayed for short or arc,

There this, no more her words for flower, more of words to thus embark.

Still time,

Very well, my breath, for I have opened a foreign chapter—

Then with the way you say, you wore our out,

In time you are uncovered for her drugs and left to smuggle over-under—

Therefore when that said time has come, you know to form the drift to wait,

And yet lack still this patience I have tamed you many acres since the ancients fell upon there ails;

There pitting since sunk and crucial to this, and our time is not lost nor won, disheveled making prayers for sense and dollar signs;

No have no more barren chest and thought of songs, much less a found the words for songs as though my love has crept upon the rock,

That dusk and dawn, the ocean licks with parched tongue.

Scare her dry and feast and fragile and evidence remained as these as words and thoughts,

The truths would tell the tale for every way.

With each drift scattered mark, upon those boats with sails above known not as white but also many colors of the brethren cut from clothes of all apart and none of one, for this, her maritime.

{Enter The Multiverse}

I opened right to Debbie downer;

I got medicine for your habit

(I got the remedy in the form of a secret,

But the misery is in keeping it)

I got a kind heart,

I did some mai tai,

Should have learned some thai chi

As if I took some matcha

Or chai tea

Caffeine

Adrenaline

I got a kind heart

Adderall instead of Ritalin

Entry level access

Salary yellow fashion,

Intercept, invest

Inception, redirect

Service elevator, eh;

She don't live here no more

But where she is?

Couldn't tell you.

What's the story

On a ten star war.

No more Harvard,

Purple hearted general,

General admission to a festival?

Just miss me that that bullshit.

For your pleasure,

Every crevice just has pressure in it—

Now I get it

I hypnotized myself, I guess

The ribbon

Blue belt

I should be cleaning instead of half sleeping;

I keep explaining myself thinking somebody can hear me

When they obviously can't.

I've been screaming silently for seven seconds,

Several years I think on other planets

Pull your hair back in a bun

And then you'll learn, I guess

I passed out cold upon the stand

That was the plan, I guess

Much slower to close than to open,

Although,

I know I pop-button broke the code before

But still no low moral summoning

(Sorry, product)

Still no low road or mud throwing

No more home

She's 32 and 3 months older

But looks much longer

And harder, tired

Must have body or

Motive

Must have body

Or bad intentions

Take a man, and write a book about it

Take a man, and write a book about it

I call that a thirst trap

I call that a thirst trap.

She must no longer

Prim and proper

But the work is never over,

Show us all the roots, and know the knowledge

But don't talk or comment on it

I was “almost” once

And I was honest twice

Three times, you're a liar

Mister, honor, pleasure,

Fisher wife

And never leather,

Tipping tethered,

Tied to rock and kite

And lock and key

For here and there

Forbearance, rather

Here for never ever after

Amen and then some

L E G E N D S

I told you Jimmy Fallon was a Skrillex.

I know.

What's worse: Skrillex is a Jimmy Fallon.

Oh, that is worse.

yO iT iS pRoGrEsSiVeLy WOrSE:

Is this what you wanted?

The awful destruction of constructs—

Click, boom—

Knife, gun,

Add an axe,

Bind the axel,

Excellent,

Put the prejudice inside your head ahead

(We brought it back)

Put the Edipus complex

To this effect

Upon a platter

Silver as the gun at stake,

And raise the hand that shouldn't matter

After that?

You won. Four tries;

Six goons, Four Gods,

One white ther I have

Two white coats and misters, hot coals

Dark fires, have ones,

Six mazes, one center

On your mark

“The Dark Forest”

Ugh I hate this one,

Get set

Don't forget, we all died here.

We all crisis,

We all Christ.

Goosebumps, right?

Gimmie that kite! You dumb son of a bitch!

GO!

Check it out! I look like Kim Kardashian.

But you smell like Kim Chi.

Yooo that joke took me like 2 months to write down!

I know huh!

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I looked for something on Hulu to watch for so long that I almost ate my entire dinner without clicking on something.

Finally, I find something that interests me, which is just a graphic of a television set and some color palette by now that is somewhat of a calling card for me.

So I get there,

And it is of interests,

And yet of course the unexplainable anomaly of this, is that, no matter how far I try to run l

He just keeps coming back.

‘Like this is crazy.'

I never found myself agreeing with Louis C.K. about anything at all, and personally and particularly, I never found him funny, until, that was the sudden realization that the same array of betrayal, anger, and agony fueled by rage and jealousy had taken over he and I and many others probably, when introduced to the possibility of having to share the same reality with a head of hair and a face like that.

I might have mustered a “my sentiments exactly” though silently before taking in to my own wonder and amazement that twice in one week, besides skipping over the algorithmic traps in my sidebar which I treated like little land mines or time bombs, but mostly allotted to my own Internet history of my uninhabited viewing, as it seemed I'd been most preoccupied in rerouting this energy into a fascination with TV programming, giving me the satiety for the comfort and familiarity in something; and I was with some some kind of certainty I knew alluded to the old adage of mother knowing everything.

Even if everything hadn't happened yet, actually, or maybe it had.

This strange sort of desire however was some sort of weakness, with the ability to have a fixation for a desire without any way of actually getting it.

As she used to say.

“Having champagne taste, but beer money.”

[so I avoid it because it makes me angry.]

Sometimes even, tearfully angry, and it made me feel so uncontrollably adolescent that I would have equated it to the hysteria of beetlemania; screaming and clawing and aching and chasing for this being that was so notably out of reach.

Worse off, I'd realized in this running from what seemed was chasing me was how common I was in this feeling, []

To my demise.

In this sense, the safety of this entire being and any alike, was that I could seek logic in my jealousy by rationalizing not attaching to a certain subject sexually or otherwise. But this basis in the contempt of familiarity was really rather irritating, in that it seemed as simple as having an awareness of this seeing all the time, to the point that I became a subconscious aching for [something], blossoming into the actual conscious awareness out of the repressive need for something I no longer had and always wanted:

[The Festival Project ™]

And for for this, I considered it a sort of sickness that I couldn't seem to tear away from it, but also something that had happened very naturally, and now had unearthed an entire cavern of secrets I could be found no where writing or even very rarely thinking them.

Thoughts or ideas worth protecting and the kind of code that goes about saying nothing, looking the other way, keeping your mouth shut and hiding or guarding with your life.

But media, or the eye that seems to see all lately had been poking at it, maybe because I wasn't. Maybe because I spent an hour at a time four day a week with [a less than separate set of characters] —or big brother, if you will, in a safe and respectable distance and admiration []

Where I could at a certain pace study this sort of programming without anything having to be reflective of the life I wasn't living— the sex I wasn't having.

Watching the ABC version of late night programming was allowing me to focus on the other things I needed— being very skinny, and crossing one leg over the other and sitting pretty; while also showing me another side of a suit and tie that was interesting—

The ability to be invisible, and also say many things without talking, for anyone paying attention to the complex series of things very often overlooked by a normal onlooker or audience,

Which I was, and wasn't— because I was looking for something. The mind boggling thing to me was, by watching, I was actually finding it.

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—Death of a Superstar DJ

As Seen on TV

The Television People

“Puzzle Pieces”

I don't want anything

I don't want anyone

Conflated circumstance

Oh, it was was just a nut—

Got it and now it's gone

Pulled it all off at the thought

It was Thunderous

But now I got it together

I don't want anyone

Especially not a poor boy

No I'm not alone, boy

I got my kitty

Pet the cat and love my pussy,

So it's really not a mystery

I don't need him, or anybody really

Miss me with that shit

That's a pretty promise and a big redaction

Deadass

I stepped into my ballet shoe

And onto shards of glass

I guess that's on pointe

But off topic

Co-ed saunabody shopping

I show up at Equinox

But only when I want

(On proxy)

I protect my heart

(On God)

I don't want nobody really.

One one-off on Wall Street, brother

Don't bother calling back

Don't got my number,

Not a problem

Not my name

Or my address

Cause if you did

You'd be depressed like I am.

Now we're getting dressed

You take a cab

I take the train

Just another day of training

But my life. Is steady draining

There's no use in even explaining myself

I guess I'm selfish

Like dental floss for Christmas

Or shellfish for the kitty

But for me just friuits and veggies

You don't notice?

I love nobody,

Cause nobody could love me

Now I'm over it

Now I'm over it

Now I'm over it

But you know the cost

I was nothing

Now I want

Nothing

Nobody love me

I don't want nobody,

No I'm not sorry

How they're swarming on my GPS location

With these second rate bit glitches

I stay sleeping in my kitch

But I'll never rest, I guess

Until theirs justice

Said that.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Excerpt: The Television People (TVP)

Season 4

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REGINALD

Would you kill your prostitute for one million dollars?

PATRICK

Why would you ask me that?

REGINALD

That's an odd answer. I'd expect your response to be somewhere along the lines of denial of— ever having a prostitute.

PATRICK

I'm a talk show host.

REGINALD

Is that supposed to mean something?

PATRICK

There are certain societal assumptions.

REGINALD

Do you find yourself—befitting to any of those stereotypes?

PATRICK

I don't find myself “befitting” at all.

REGINALD

You know, local [charters of our office] —

(But Patrick speaks quickly and with dominance to cut him off.)

PATRICK

Now that I know what you are—

REGINALD

You mean “who”?

PATRICK

I mean “what”; why make and owl's cry in response to a dog's bark?

[a realization between the both of them is immidiately found; this sort of language has implied they are belonging to the same branch of THE EYE which acts above the law; it is a fair fight— and now they this phrase has been established, there are now rules written or unspoken which can be applied here.] REGINALD cocks his head and forces an awkward smirk.

REGINALD

Very well.

I am quite the trouble maker;

I am mischief,

I am danger,

I am Chaos, I am leveled

I am honored, I am damned

I am also coming making day of peace and hallowed are you;

I am also coming waves of needing peace to which I bound to.

So sparrow coming grace and peace and giving,

Made and tied,

Though had you not the ever presence or the record for the time,

So then you too shall wander, mercilessly to and fro and all about,

And here and there but never where my value has been gathered.

So for that, the dust is set,

And said and twisted, never making bread for peace

And dead for death, and craving this, to set of force her

Having made my honor there, and lying in the wit and willow, weathered veins and weathervane,

And twisting wind of fate and fortune.

So, my mind and tressure buried there for gains and white, her shadow

Barren in the east, and in the west her mortuary;

Seeking sane and crypt but tied and kept for thithered foust and fouling,

Butter turned to brittle, May, September,

Then another serpent—

More to moulf and wept her slated dream for keeping broken bear in,

There the wake had frozen into lake and also leather boxes,

For what will of what I am and is her fare not wearing any;

Though the mister winds of east and west had set her onward any.

Lemons and limes, though—

Taking my time, soured

Never with water, sugar

But chest without pride;

There in the wake marked and marched o. Her army,

Not to yawn or buyoer billow,

Porridge feathered,

Cream and none for part her hunger

There though, then were the marks

And the found of the wicked past;

Ties there and fire would have her mark upon the dungeon throne,

Weeping here though on the floor for flour

Every hour passed as I, come creeping with the forest feathered, dimmed the basket having cut from tethered grass, I.

And now we wait though them, here,

The marshmellow and willow not having woken,

Though Monday, for total control of her honor,

Contorted.

Then came, seeking guild and weight and force,

The fear and wind though wish to pull apart the storm had gathered, fell apart itself,

Though sit not back and then became as strong, a pebble which from dust became an avalanche at once, through windows past, I—

Marked one forest, and one warm summer,

And one forest, and good quilt, did slither, and then making in the forest, I, for did I run

As yet to suffer also.

Yo where the fuck am I going.

Alright, airtight we want and something foraged from nothing in her name,

And this the time that tells itself for life and health

In other ways besides your own.

Don't cough.

For those who either suffering or lost know of your forces and so sure does come the rock that turned from stone in forests over,

So you sure too shall come another,

Poor and hurt but soon to suffer,

Also.

tisk- tisk

The risk my friends is running wise,

The coyotes running wild for find that lone and feathered friend,

To which has flight with all the know that he, and friends are feasts of foe and so these might and waves of time are sure to grow into another.

Right on.

So I write on and then, the missed and uninformed becomes again the death I recommended.

Ten till ten tales and also please give, and whistle whalfolks under our time which has lost mine and all others.

So tempted there come gathered, weeping

Feathers at her slaughtered as palms,

Weight beyond the brow and below the belt to which that called her—

Devil's mate and crater for the fate but fame at heart earned, casting shadows over which has lost its appetite, for now becalmed her hunger.

Her hunger.

Her hunger.

REGINALD's tone changes entirely— if at first it may have been a playful game (and it wasn't) now it is serious— crucial, even.

REGINALD

Why did you do it?

PATRICK

I wouldn't do something like that…

REGINALD

—something like what?

PATRICK realizes quickly he's been playing over in his mind that has not yet fully been realized on the surface of the conversation— it was an honest answer, but still implicit, and so in this moment of self awareness and realization, also of stunning showman and marksmanship, a certain light comes on as if the camera has been directed at him; his entire mask comes on at once, and no longer can the reminisce of an honest thought be detected.

He has become a wall.

PATRICK

To follow up on your first question. Which was odd—

REGINALD

About killing your prostitute.

(He means to intimidate, but PATRICK is a stone.)

PATRICK

You must not watch my show at all.

REGINALD takes a moment to collect himself, with even just the slightest and temporary glimpse of fear in that he may have met his mental match, and has already lost the fight, also collecting his briefcase before he

I told you no more trains.

At the risk of sounding obnoxious, I've started ignoring all the voices in my head—

Even though they're always right.

fuck!

REGINALD pauses, takes a deep breath while opening the door before looking back over his shoulder.

REGINALD

I must not.

He walks out and immediately slams the door behind him.

PATRICK, as if still in the eye of the camera remains calm, although, just the glimmer of fire in his eyes reflect the battle has yet been won.

But as we all know by now,

He will win the fight.

The television people, season four

I can't stand these fuckin hoes;

Two days off in your hole

Offers you a whole new perspective

Of your own God complex;

You're better off alone,

Dead,

Or on prescription medicines

For all those thoughts in your head

Like the bullet holes left from the gun

That is poor and alone

And just not having money.

Confidence lost with a look,

And you're sure you just should have gone come

But the court office closes its doors at 4:30

And you've been done wrong

Four long lost lovers over,

It not about that, but motorcycles

It's not about reps,

It's about cycles

I'm one our Peloton down

And a whole world to go

While you morons just on and on

Won't stop talking

Here's to disturbing your peace at the equinox

And anywhere else you rest your rotten core,

You dirty who're—

What's it costs for love?

Not a whole lot,

Don't you see that I'm struggled in Brooklyn?

Fuck this whole raw sewage garbage bucket

If I gargle hard enough I'll just throw up

But you push all the bottles and straws to the end of the curb

And the colored sand blacks to the outskirts

So we work harder

It's a ocean of no

But you know not what it does not to know me

So below your own suffering goes the call of the crow just before dawn Mx

To drop out

Cool

I don't want to be here

I just want a surfboard

Apparently it's your year

But I'd slit my wrists for Harvard

Yeah, it is— that kind of hurt

Yes, it is that kind of pain

The corvette stole your very favorite colors

And your name

That sort of wickedness,

Just before it ends

The candles flickers and the winter's coming in atop the l marble kitchen counters

All right, all yours

Patched up, or in the poorhouse

Compliments to the chef, of course, compliments to the chef.

Gotta go to the court house

Of course cause I'm black

So it's automatically implied

I just don't work hard enough

Or just ain't made the cut

My momma was a dancer, not an athlete

My momma made me fat and now I can't do that either

If I'm the other black girl In a room full of white men

I automatically become

“The ugly one”

So then I'm off.

What's the point of coming here?

A black book?

A black box?

Try to run me off out of the equinox on Walter

Well done.

I should not have wrote about it

Lil bitz

My son accused me of being in the Illuminati.

He's 9.

How do you even respond to that?

I love my son,

He's like really, really… fat.

It's okay—

I kinda like it; he's fat,

I used to be fat;

So we talk about fat people shit.

Like McDonald's.

And ham.

lol

This lady on the subway leaned on my hand on the pole.

And I mean like really leaned into it,

With her whole body weight.

I just came from the gym,

I been up all night,

And she like—

Leaned.

Like, you know I didn't say shit, I just let it happen,

But inside I'm like,

WHY ARE YOU TOUCHHING MEEEEEEEEE?!!?!?

WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME?!

This train is not full.

I don't think you understand.

I just came out the steam room.

I am the equivalent of fresh and pressed.

Then she's just gon

Leeeean.

FUCK THAT.

STOP TOUCHING MEEEEE.

but like irl I'm just standing there like,

No protest.

Inside:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

STOP IT!

Outside:

[nothing]

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JIMMY KIMMEL takes a long horn of a mysterious white substance up his nose.

JIMMY KIMMEL

You're right. That is good cocaine. Like really good.

—only the best!

JIMMY KIMMEL

I'm going to bed now

What?!

JIMMY KIMMEL

I've got to go to sleep.

Are you serious?!

JIMMY KIMMEL

Very serious. You know. Mucho tired.

Now excuse me.

I don't understand.

JIMMY KIMMEL passes out face down on the couch.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Lil bitz

The jonas borthers made a christmas movie and at first I wasn't sure why,

But then I thought about it harder,

I was like

“jonas brothers…

Christmas…?”

Oh, i get it–

Like,

“Ho, Ho, Ho!”

…cause there's three of them.

L. JONES

DUM-DUM!

YA LOOK RATCHET.

BLŪ

Omg why r u 18 feet tall.

L. JONES

YA LOOK CRUSTY.

BLŪ

I am crusty.

L. JONES

YA LOOK LOST.

BLŨ.

I am lost!

L. JONES

WHY I AINT GET MY WISH YET?

HUH?!

I'm not being Blū Tha Gürū right now. I'm just—

[almost hit by a bus]

L. JONES

you simple bitch.

BLŨ

—blū.

L. JONES

What the hell that supposed to mean?

BLŪ

You came all the way to the lower realms just to be that tall.

—Nah! Look, this is difficult. Can we just MERGE?

BLŪ

Nah uh— I already merged with—

L. JONES

Uhh-huh!

—enough of you!

Enough of you

—“alumni”

Enough of you already!

Just.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Alright. We merged.

Now where we at?

I don't even know.

Simple bitch.

Molly with the suede suit,

Black shirt

Tan boots,

Truth, King,

Speak words—

Design: leave earth

Three times,

I need

Meanwhile,

Three hursts,

Three tries,

The bullet doesn't miss twice,

He hurts.

Please, rehearse

Get back in the beer bandit

Here, bandit!

(Hound dog)

Heavy job, son—

Him and all birds,

All God,

That's a strong heart—

Let it blow out.

Candle dust?

Here and there.

Set the box?

Theatre office.

Want a crumb?

Want a whole number on a warred bat?

This dimension's all that;

This dimension's all that and then some!

Clear to the agenda and a brick wall—

I'll probably cut my head off

I'll probably cut my head off—

Before I cut my hair off;

Lead ball?

Medicine.

Ten tall messages and massive planted evidence.

Ten all autographs and all the fumbled balls caught;

Penned down hens and reprimanded feeble horseradish,

Course, cough, hold it back a second if you're strong, though—

Sure, cross your heart inside of Molly in the bottle,

I put the message down the river just a bit,

But just a bit—

But just a second, for the kids;

The syndicate is dead, infact.

I'm stuck inside your head, in fact—

The President misread, in fact,

The fractal our eyes mattered,

Tip a hat to Mr. Random,

On appealed ball fields,

Diplomat and moral conduct,

Struck before the clock forgot construct itself,

Around and about,

For here and for now, our—

Missing hatred for negating, nothing said I

And bitter here bats, and slaughtered hear hearts,

For the never late the daughters eyes,

For turning over Lilly leaves and parceled tongues,

And tisk for tat, there were upon the Ace, her hands

And slain in ink for our might.

Therefore, to say, he hated her,

Bearing him none and down the arm would flow the anchor, gallantly—

Whispering cheery cherry blossoms in the hour I,

For their time stands to nothing,

Stands to none at all but thought forgotten

Here for are, I

And bare to one the number,

Won the fight and mastered in the mortar,

All the ashes flames and flit and flicker, tith the half, I,

And fully weighed the anchor this and hither bate of fount, aye.

And thou art my God;

To stand and know and wither here under yet; brings us though nothing but thousand years longer,

And nothing this time has yet passed us in all knowing, not keeping but feeling not seeking the band her;

This waits you and I forage keep the heaping wate and grip that have I for your fortune, meadow tatter art,

And ye,

Ye shall not find me.

Now I go.

What?!

She said she's leaving.

IKNOWTHAT,

L E G E N D S

Red is the ram,

Goes hard on the court;

Ramshakle! Ramshakle!

Full on the course;

Coarse is the red jackal,

Red suit and tie;

Red is the sea,

If you're willing to die,

And I'd part it for neither and none,

So come one and come all

To the unknown dungeon,

Of full feathered flowers.

This thing is just festering— I've got to pop it.

Not yet.

I told you, there in his pocket—

An advocate of the well known not-God,

Sure was Chaos the done and the forest,

Dark shadow!

Dark shadow,

Willing and honored.

Forgiving and honest, brotherhoods—

But who art thou?

Keeping your tied and your triads as morals;

Sacred for neither and loyal to none are,

And art in her folds, so as one,

We become our.

Hours and ions and //

Glitches//

And circuit,

Missed calls and mystics//

[Intercepted]

Hollow and all words

And all worlds have gathered

Beyond all our knowledge

The all known has shattered.

So sits beyond her graces in said forest as before none,

And her altered battered ties to one beyond but not the rope cut,

This twisting and the tide came,

All as Scarlett, bronze, and crimson—

Kill her, sire, sure—would you?

Do her the honor;

Untie the monster,

And relish her pleasure,

Please, sir, would you??

Shook her, wrought and gaping,

Incrept, slaughtered and martyred—

Bonded but not undone,

As I bow before I.

—bleeding waves.

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Chroma111.

Who left a whole box of corn flakes

In a locker

At the Equinox

On Wall Street?

I told you go to the one at The Rock.

I told you, I'm not going on that block, like at all.

{Enter The Multiverse}

That's just my Karma, Ms. Nancy;

I did a whole lot than just

Thought about it

More edits,

More recognition that I—l couldn't stand it;

The planet just seems to get smaller and smaller

With less and less plants in it;

I have your pants on,

But shoes didn't fit

I wrote a whole book and resenting

But still not the movies,

I meant it.

Damn.

She's just so much better than I am

Head in a frying pan on high beforehand,

And however damaged,

It felt bad

I know what I did

I felt that

Camera Obscura, for sure, you know

But disconnect,

Swallow badders, wha— t?!

Get my peanut butter up;

Why!

I'm a circus monkey;

Damn.

I got karma faster

Than I should have known

I lost episodes

And threw away the whole entire show

I went running long

And then I threw up on the subway

I only like the one Sublime album

(The one with wrong way.)

You know?

Cuh' I went the wrong way

I fucked up on all my dollars

I got karma back hard, yah

Got a poem or prose or song on ol' Ms. Molly, too, (or two)

I fall in love inside the tube,

Truth is, though

Teletubbies and teleportation

Ain't so far off from where I come from

Problem is,

Opporsite world,

I'm the story of the whole show;

For sure dawg.

—a situational

Thought process.

When the crack finally kicks in,

Astounding the loss of my confidence

I've gotten lost in a toxic land

I got syndrome “talk to much”

Not on the spectrum, nor diagnosable

X's and O's on the tic tac toe board,

Just an underhanded

“I told you so”

All the rockstars want

—Subtle thoughts of suicide as the train approaches?

Nah,

Models and the other types of girls

That never work at all,

They just born at it.

I got bored with it,

But not the fourth one,

Cross my first amendment,

On my heart like catholic

More like Bart Simpsons,

Like art magic

Cause I won't watch that show

But love Matt Groening—

Maybe I'm the type that just

Love hating

But hate loving with

No way to

I don't hate you;

Yeah you're right, I'm off

Take two.

((Good Luck Riding The J Home.))

Not a gym run, a different kind of cause, I guess

I got so many plausible options, I guess

I should call on one of them,

Toss a number up, struck the dog on mathematics

I can't let my lantern out of gas,

We're not friends, are we?

What a fiend! Are you offended?

I just want to see my dreams relayed to me—

Is that too much to ask?

So I'm the asshole.

What did I pack a bag for?!

Picnic baskets.

What did I leave this curse for?

Nothing,

Thanks for asking, Nance.

I put a pilot on the presence of a whole color— phenomenon.

I swallowed all my pride and presence just for an automaton.

This automation algorithm— is it?

Doesn't make a difference.

I spilled blood inside my kitchen,

Put deposits on a flicker,

Tricked the treasure at a phantom,

Phantom

I want more but swallowed all my high pulp orange juice on knowledge of the only one;

There's only God,

There's only us—

There's only cause+ effect, 6 more albums, note books and a couple novels that came out of that one.

Squeeze em hard, ya'll.

Don't let me love God.

Don't let me talk back,

I'm not about a rack.

Tantrum, yes.

Talk to my God.

Please.

Talk to me God.

Now.

Talk to my family one time.

Now.

Talk out me sideways—

Now.

Bring me a rebel.

Now.

I have a headache.

Now.

I got regrets son.

Now I got a dead son, a dead daughter a ghost cat and George Jettson, Michael Jackson and George Zimmerman, all of my tabs open:

I take a tab hoping I fall asleep on the cold ocean,

Calm before storm comes

Out on a surfboard

Look at the full moon—

Nobody can hear you so

SCREAM.

Now.

For crying out loud,

Take the knife out,

For a second or thought, I'm a wife now;

What back handed thought or a back and on blacklist—

Your back room was only your conscious—

Now I'm looking at my left side,

Also catatonic,

Not aboard the problem like you wanted,

What an order form for border patrol,

You want tall glasses of hard fortune,

Work hard for it, or rosemary pork on sourdough.

I'm in love with you, but in poverty—

There the devil is.

But oh, aren't we all familiar?

Suit and tie hangs to the tide,

I tie the knot with rope from which I die,

And quickly crafting coffins, want to walk around before I go off,

Diving board or world one antenna?

Not to mention it, redirect the attention and energy into something other than consumptive—

Everything I do and everywhere I go, I clutch this stone

Or put inside my pockets knowing if I let it go

Or it falls out and to the ground

Not only will I float up,

But the world will open

And swallow us all whole

((Down.))

I live with the knowledge of criminal visions and masterpiece compilations, but as of today

I owe a bank my very and entire existence

It is what it claims to be, these days ring true

Nothing these days sounds like music but you.

I put that book back on the shelf;

Rewound the tape before I put it in the case

I knew it would be late because, well

That's the way it always is

That's the way I always am

I'm sorry mom.

That's the way it always is—

They told me I don't need no makeup on,

However this may have only been true when I was ten to twenty two,

Or twenty two,

Or two whole years ago before the motorcycles stole my story.

When I put the sun up in the sky, I suppose, is when I started this

[that's called a God Complex]

It's all behind us now, or rather

All up front

And out in the open

In twelve point font

As if I would ever cop to it

I took the wrong way to Wall Street l

Believe me l, i think of the tree at the rock,

Long before this all was ever thought of,

And I held her seed in the heart of my palm

God said go the other way,

I said

“Okay”

I want to see how much money I make;

I wear makeup,

I got nothing

So much for a body

I got stuck with words and good talking,

And long vocabulary instead of the coast and a longboard

So what's the cost for a whole table turn?

So what's the cost for a “her—perfect.”

Huh?

What is the cost for some popcorn in Lorne's office?

What is the cost just to cover the love boat theme song—

Don't get me wrong

I have original music

I'm just hard getting to it;

The motors are running

The mirror: my mind is a murderer, murderer

Engine's are purring are hurting her, hurting

But I been wanting some corn on the cob

To talk to my mom

To call some place home

To care for my son

To wake up on Sunday past noon like

“That was a good show.”

And the next sold out .

real talk, I got real problems

Someone knows I'm on top of my thoughts at the rock,

Choking back cocaine

All the world under me,

Mad at the world though

For not looking up to me

Huh

I call this suffering

Cause I already been been hungry,

And homeless

So I know this

Pit-of-your stomach

And tied to a brick at the bottom of the ocean feeling, that really

Sits somewhere between

“Hopeless”

And “not good”

But hey—

If you were to say “how's your day”

I answer “I'm great!” Like a positive, programmed robot or something, my mantras lately, replaced however with repetitive honest pleas of

“Please help me.”

Seems like— the only thing meaningful is saying this inside my Google documents;

However,

Seems like,

It isn't worth the breathing, really

Oddly, I forget to—

Then I get this special feeling,

Almost sentimental, inside my head

I don't need medicine as much as

I just need a friend besides my cat

—thoughts of hammers in my brain—

If I could tell you what the level of the pain is?

Mercy.

There doesn't seem to be a number

Merry Christmas,

Let's get displaced;

Case is dismissed—

Let's get shitfaced

Wash the dishes,

Pick the peloton,

Pick imaginary friends

And watch the President be hilarious,

Until it effects us negative and in the read,

When peanut butter bread and jelly

All you ever get for breakfast

For extended periods of time.

Hah.

Bloodshed?

Wrong.

Blood hound?

Bad.

Segmented thoughts on a toothache?

Too late.

I hate to tell you what the truth is,

Cause you'd hate it.

Useless.

Jew fits; I just saved two cents on toothpaste

And you got two new fits to wear for your friends approval and some cool picks

But I can't do this anymore

I want to choose live;

Inside my death is

The whole of the city,

Electric and Thomas Edison

And impressive Mister Business—

Rockerfeller read about it;

Somebody gotta learn and teach to squeeze the money out the people!

Something simple says,

“Just stop it.”

Choke a chicken over breakfast,

Thoughts of Belfast, real fast train to somewhere in LA, I think

Today will be the day

That I give bacon

To charity,

No care left, to give a gift

So thankful,

For being blessed with time to waste

To write this piece of shit

I guess I died I guess in family guy?

I didn't like it, yet I think sometime's in stewie's cadence—

…like, a British baby?

And a talking dog?

And a dumb ass dad?

And a bunch of songs?

And some salad dressing,

To go with that master habit of getting

Grams and Grammies;

But in the long run, after a long talk on the roof with the opposite of God,

I finally call a conference with all the lawyers of the court—

But not to work at all,

Only order sandwhiches

Obsession has its advantages and platinum records,

If you tap into it directly.

Forget it. I'm out of magic.

Or out of patience— out of time for petitions,

But which one is it?

Which dimension actually gets me picture perfect

Instead of nervous in the eye of the beholders?

Learn your lesson well;

There's got to, got to be a reason why

The wrong way is the right.

There's got to be a reason why—

My day becomes the night.

There's got to be a reason for the words upon the paper,

But I've got to figure out my rhythm later;

I gone up instead of downtown,

Turn the clock before the sunrise,

I just want to find the love and the peace in it agai.

Gotta love a synchronicity;

I get stuck inside bronze statues

Door way syndrome

And I shutter just to never remember him

But here the picture is, a perfect person

Headless and befriended him, the lover

The line inside my mind is crossed

I'll suffer till I turn to dust on this one.

My thoughts the first time I saw him?

I hate him,

Cause he'll never love me.

What a troubled thought for a little girl on a lot of drugs and a weight problem.

One more,

I don't remember where I'm going

Day to,

I have to remember to forget you

Take three,

I'm happy that they pay me to tape these things

Because I'm maybe going crazy;

From the outside though, you wouldn't know it

Low and behold, this is my show afterall

And covered in gold like the whole of the moon

I can play to the tune of two men, to two million don't let it torment you,

You looks twisted

Get out of your head, and turn off your television

Go on a walk,

Get run over by a bus or motorcycles

Turn around and talk to God and your disciples

— cause they all watch.

Oh, what's wrong now? That's a long run,

And now another pilot that I'm proud of—

Stop looking at the ground—

It hurts.

Today, I learned my lesson,

It was not a new apartment—

It's a prison.

I gotta say I kinda gotta love to wonder where the fuck I'm at besides “Manhattan”.

The cat needs water,

My heart needs captions.

New York needs Jesus

Hope he don't see this

(Even if he did he probably wouldn't believe it,

Or

Even if he did

He's having trouble learning English,

And,

Even if he did he had he's been repealing all his promises to return to us;

We worship dollars

A cock-shaped structures in New York—

TIME TRAVELER

Its called The Rock.

SUPER NEW YORKER

What.

TIME TRAVELER

I'm looking for The Rock.

SUPER NEW YORKER

What's that.

TIME TRAVEL

It's called “Rockefeller Plaza.”

SUPER NEW YORKER

What's that.

TIME TRAVELER

It's a building? I guess?

SUPER NEW YORKER

It's not.

TIME TRAVELER

It is. It's—

SUPER NEW YORKER

It's not.

TIME TRAVELER

But—

*fucks off immidiately without any closure whatsoever.*

TIME TRAVELER

Huh.

the TIME TRAVELER pulls up a picture on their device; the building itself seems to have disappeared from the photo;

(Like Marty McFlyim back to the future)

Contd

Must be the wrong dimension…

But then

JOHN D. ROCKERFELLER Is MURDERED at the height of STANDARD OIL.

Oh no!

So that's what happened…

Yeah? He was a bastard.

Well!

Damn.

{Enter athe Multiverse}

So you're everywhere all the time,

And I got nothing left to run

And we already talked the talk

And we're already back to one

Let the waves blow over,

Cravings, tasting haze of periwinkle, heaven waking

Putting every penny on the promise that you got me

But you never save me,

Really, Jesus? Racist!

I got a lot of stakes in the game

And all these snakes keep weighing in!

I got these eight days left inside my head,

And I'm a murderer

Remember to admit his wrong you are

Next time the caw will crow.

I crevice drawing under rock

Inside the undertoe,

My surfboard heading home for shore,

My body going under.

Oh Conan, what have you done.

I'm not sure yet.

So? Go get him, you old hoot.

I just want to watch a little longer!

*feathers ruffled*

What! It is comical

So imm stuck inside the equinox on Wall Street catatonic,

Adding up the dollar signs and losses,

Well now,

Got my hosts and calling cards,

And struck with dirty dozens

Doesn't anybody understand?

[no. Nobody does.]

Certainly, you know, nobody does this.

Certainly, I'm folding all the shirts for all the husbands

Certainly my love was lost, but for sure I didn't want it.

For sure, I dropped a couple rocks I had inside my pocket .

Well done, folks.

Guess what? Those aren't crocodile tears I'm crying.

I'm dehydrated but they're called psychic cause

Nobody knows where they come from;

Some would form the thought that you got water trapped inside your soul

It only happens when the sun sheds hard tears

Here, solar panels

Animals and tragic circumstances,

Fucking Asholes

Never shine your diamond on the twilight,

Shooting stars;

Never shoot at birds from cars;

Remember,

They are flying.

I swallowed you whole,

I swallowed you whole,

I swallowed you, done.

I swallowed you whole,

I swallows you whole,

I swallowed you down some.

I swallowed you whole,

I swallowed you whole,

I swallowed you up;

I swallowed you whole

I swallowed you whole,

You know what the cost is

Just a heads up,

If you take a picture of a gamgstalkers face,

They run away.

The crime being committed is a non-contact form of combat, a scientifically proven biological weapon.

When you begin to document this meticulously, a pattern of coordination begins to become established.

It's no longer some sort of phenomenon, that can be written off as a symptom of a broken mind;

The more evidence you gather,

It becomes a verifiable crime.

Remember that the point of it is to control you, to enslave your autonomy— to program you to believe something is wrong, when clearly,

The signs of an awakened mind can pick out patterns in the construct of human social behavior that is not ours; it is a deficit in conciousness, a weakness, caused by the moral degradation of our souls in the societal world—

A loss of God.

And also remember,

Humans have a history to seek and destroy which it does not understand,

And cannot control—

However, also,

God comes in all forms.

You must know when all is all.

Okay, shh—

Don't lock the door, now

You got a pardon,

You better run.

I am an a-list celebrity;

I am an “amen, sister—

I hear that!”

I am a medicine woman,

A centrifugal figure,

A ritual character,

Skilled at charicature—

A big Kimmel fan,

A rick and a Morty,

A woman a man,

A puppet, the master,

A cat in a hatbox,

A blasphemous coffin;

A wart on a warflower.

Hm.

Now who could possibly take that out of context?

Soft surf rock at the equinox on Wall Street.

I love all four stories,

I rode all four horses,

I put all four corners of the earth onto a surface

Then I rolled it up

Huh…

Somebody does that.

Leets go, hard core

But don't forget the hot sauce

Don't forget the —

Smattercat?!

SMATTERCAT?!

SMAAAAAATERCAAAAAAAAAT!

The Adventures of Atticus Catticus.

Man, this is fucked up.

I can't disagree with you.

I can't get you out of my head

(I want head)

Can't get you out of my mind

I find that

You must want me dead

Tan lines l

You must want me off my meds!

You want in me in bed at 9 sharp

You know what!?

You remind me of Harper.

Now let's talk shop,

Calm, little brother

I went with the other oath—

Don't you belong to God?

Who's on the phone?

Donald Trump.

Tell him “no.”

No to what?

Just tell him “no.” Then he'll get here faster.

So what do you got in your supplements?

Simple psychology;

Have a red album.

Nah that.

I got gold gold balls on all of my prostitutes

Pulled apart orgasms,

Never been touched, sire.

Never have I took forgranted this passion(

Never have

—that flex—

Theatrical pangentry.

Never went

Ham sandwhich

Ham sandwhich

Ham sandwhich

GODDAMMIT.

I thought you grant wishes.

— also in charge of summoning.

Part time.

Well what are you mad about?! At least you got a job!

I'm so sick of this kid,

He just summons

“Ham sandwhich”

What's wrong with that?

I gave him “ham sandwhich”,

Alright?!

All kinds,

And you know what?

That guy has all kinds of magic—

All the kinds—

Every kind you can imagine,

And no matter what,

He just wants.

Hmmmm…:

….

Come on. Summon a dog, or something…

A new bike…

…….

……..::::

…….

….

Ham sandwhich.

GOD DAMMIT.

…and a kite.

…what was that?

I want a kite.

Y…you want to fly a kite.

Ya.

Alright!

But first.

An, God.

Ham Sandwhich.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

SO WHAT I LOVED NANCY REGAN!

SHE HAD THE BEST CATCHPHRASES!

AND ALL THE KENNEDIES!

FUCK WITH ME.

Somebody shoot that bitch.

But sir—

Before she runs for president.

But sir…

THINK OF IT LIKE KILLING BABY HITLER.

You're right.

TAKE THE SHOOOOOT.

MEANWHILE…

In the MULTIDIMENTIONAL SPACETIME SURVEILANCE FACILITY

Oh good.

What's that.

Someone one assasinated me.

That's good.

I'll say.

Wouldn't want you to run for president.

Someone still would have had to elected me.

Oh, you mean like in all these parallels over here.

*shrugs*

They'll collapse eventually.

They haven't yet.

I just got assasinated. Wait for it.

I've been waiting.

I don't get why you hate me so much.

I'm indifferent, really, just waiting for something exciting.

I just got assasinated.

And I just got a ten cent raise. From what I can tell, doesn't make much of a differences.

It's like, limited assimilation in this dimension;

Did I correct you—

Lessons, I'm not making any promises.

Look out little brother! I set them on you.

Got to put the pudding in your pot—

And don't forget to floss.

What's corrextions?

Look, I'm anatomically correct—

Shut up, Ken.

I don't click on videos or images

Because I love him

It's just a crush,

A pair of wooden crutches

A horcrux

And a fox

A crucifix

And Sunday Brunches.

It's just a bunch of pictures,

Edits, autographs,

Extended plays

It's just an infinite inside my head—

It's been a couple days.

A couple miles down

And sure to go,

You're all for it—

Soon you got to know

Whatever you done

Has come for your—

Stop the truck for misuse of four muses

And autotune to ruin it—

Your mascot is a narwhal

But you're rooting for the Bruins.

What is even a Bruin?

A bunch of racist frat boys and hot bitches in sororities and covens?

Bet that

Okay,

Like,

I fall in love

But just to write a bit

I pour my heart out in a song

And for the moment

I could make forget i'm ugly

Even if for the duration of the half time;

Half a pack at halftime,

Half a pack at bedtime

20 cigarettes on your 2020 vision.

Three beers,

Then three beers

Thirty three years and he still won't love me

Thirty three years and I'm still no woman.

He shot first,

So I shot back

I forgot rock doves

Served a purpose

Postage

For lost albums on the surface

Surfboards

For hot rod bod host,

I offered up Conan,

Now pick that hard eye

Banjo up

Water dance

Pick that apple,

Off the tree

With not a scratch

Hands tied behind your back;

Baggage claim,

River dance

Pick it up without a fork

You whispered us a state of trance

For God's socks,

If I fly coach,

Low ball

Lost a fortune

Don't call me ‘bud'

I think about your walk all day;

Like,

Three or four times, maybe

Not no noodle soup, you wonder

But you're asking for a

Ballroom.

Haggard.

God did far too good a job on you;

As the car jumped over the moon.

I complete your meat puppet,

But recently went vegan

Line them up and then

A heart attack,

A hot bath,

And a hammock.

You got your offer,

But I want it back,

I want my roses.

Golden proses so rit and rattle.

I rot in hell for all I've done, then scramble;

Damn.

I just can't get you off my head without ramble

You're probably on a tour bus;

She's pulling out all the stop—

But you're my monster, just know that

Although

I'm on top of her turf.

So much for

Service Monday.

So much for making money on a conduit, a conduct.

So much for love as.

He aim for the head;

I aim for the neck;

He aim for the heart,

I duck,

I fall in her eyes,

High water—

No more cam tide

Sunsets.

What,

I get you really wanted oceans,

So you got them.

Godsense.

Pull, Conan Pull—

Haul in!

All in on your cards,

But take the occult off them;

Offering?

Totem pole.

More than one?

I love to hope.

Fix your face.

Pull the plug—

I'm off till Sunday,

Off till Sunday.

Ten days to Tuesday,

You want no more

Ten days to Sunday

And ten more before that;

Ten tongues before dawn,

And other I slaughter

And slaught cross the sloth,

I wither,

Your honor.

Ten tales too soon,

Ten wide my diamonds;

Ten eyes in your Isis,

My mind, Orion.

Ten lost in the Outback;

Ten lost on your mass, tongue

Two whipped at the alter—

I called her about that.

So to the effect you check your fax and press the send,

I'm steady living, never coming back,

Or cap the president—

Never living,

Never listing residence on Madison

You're stuck inside my half-life

That I'm mad besides the medicine.

You're stuck inside my past,

Like all the knives inside my back,

And still I fondly think upon a laugh,

As ice cream sundaes,

Half a sandwich

Appetite for having all you are inside my master work of art,

The world, your face I cut from clay inside my hands

And I still have you in my swollen arteries, and trees the veins,

The wicked summers and the bitter winters came,

But did not cross paths,

So to not bear ties, and to not plug

Holes in the hull of the whole ship

I think I sunk overtime instead of rather

All at once,

You know,

It doesn't suffix

What it takes to turn it back from

“Love him”

Into nothing.

20 hours passed and 20 cigarettes and ivory towers,

But forgive the lives inside of Mormon wives and ice cold showers—

Scatterbrained but highly trained in

“Never Happened.”

“Didn't matter.”

So you roll it up into a movie script and call them actors.

Why'd you flash me, dancer,

Don't you know how bad I want that?

Out inside your dozens, for my cinnamon coated combat

Nail box fires

Had you ordered

Your desires

Flow the golden drifter

Fear of rivers never frozen.

Don't you know the sun draws close

But the heart grows cold,

But the want goes harder?

Don't you know the doors get shut,

And the Kings get cut,

And the wind blows wilder?

Don't you know the stars just fall from the sky

(They all fall from the sky,

They fell from the sky)

Don't you know

We're all gonna die

Put a trial to the wand,

Fore you take her heart out

Ten times.

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My thoughts are, I'm making you miserable

It just doesn't mean as much

I can't catch a break, I guess

Chipmunk in cheekbones

And missing this presence

It's never escape this dismensions

Or never dealing the message

Or never just getting the lesson

Move past it,

It's kept in a box

That has locks more secure than your mess is

Entire apartments.

From the start the argument has been, if not about this, than what?

If not about us, than when?

Or who?

You should have been accomplished;

Compliments to the chef,

If you can cross this off your checklist

You might have even made it

To the age inside the matrix.

It's just a broken down truck

A whole damn box of tools

You lose yourself and pretend

You don't forget to use,

But it's just useless

Lower dosage,

Pay the tip and pay the postage

Post matron mortal,

A whole box

A whole box of chocolate

Lost on your Botox

Oh, but we're friends now?

No.

Robots in a digital world,

Only programmed to carry out certain tasks,

And then vanish.

I dig up your past, and then replaced it with a mattress

And a box of matches;

Whoever does it next can have it—

How they're making hatchbacks out of plastic,

I can't manage,

But it's fascinating.

—The edit effect.

Good to see I'm not the only one who noticed— turns out I am a trendsetter, trendsetter

Now inaction doesn't really make the pain better

But the strain of sweat and tears will make my bed wetter.

Just a clip—

The college kids don't know the difference

It's just a temporary love because I'm friendless—

The predicate of this is that the people never get it.

As it happens, once I'm past it

But let's have a laugh at medicine

Inside my head and bring it back again,

The panic

So much for tall dark and handsome

When it's decided that I want something

Everyone does sure follow

I am a trendsetter.

Go back and get the song back, Jack Johnson

For nine seasons I was Kevin Nealon,

Ten since tent cities and intensities—

Oh, there are English pubs?

I only had the Irish,

Blimey.

Ten times limon,

Rice and beans and I'm convinced I'm dying

Cut my eye out

Blood and ribbons, tenements and genre binders

Television friends and Lipton dipping into

Hot boiling water

Have a monologue prepared

And mother? Never talk about her.

Tip the tooth fairy, bet she does her job

Your wings are growing out in February

Never leave the nest, dear

Gotta wait till next year.

These printers and prenups are dripping in women

It's finally winter with little indifference

To the matter at hand;

You're well enough dressed

But wet and soaked in raw sewage

Standing in your ankle socks,

You wanker.

An addendum to all my ever living misses

And these premium obsessions,

So neglect the data that you entered,

Even for a minute, introspections,

Get the limit in but never medicine the mister

You probably should have been there—

It wasn't your decision.

Encrypted sir,

For heaven's sense, I love a good caricature

But Heaven hasn't said a sentence since just after dinner

When the strict caloric deficit set in

With all the evidence collected.

This is what become of the avoidance,

I have to cut you out and then in the way,

I guess I get rewarded but it shouldn't ever hurt this much just moving forward

It really shouldn't ever hurt this much just moving forward.

Apologies to Matt Damon, I am in pain

And then the very subtle finger tips I will admit

Could calm me down a bit

I panic at the passkey woven case

If all these baseless claims

And waves of delusional grandeur;

You can love that but never afford it

How and arrow in a stray hat

The fact is, I'm just a madman

And a phantom

And yet

The cracks in the mask have been detected—

An internet trend that I can pretend I hadn't mentioned to my artificial intelligence,

Then again

Curiosity let the cat out of the bag,

But couldn't for a second bring him to have the heart to kill him.

How many mistakes can I make in just this commercial break—

They're breaking my heart from the land of the lost!

You can beat the boss, but there's just another one

You can play the game, but you can't turn it off—

You get more lives than one,

But I promise, you wouldn't want them

It just gets harder, I walk on quantum physics

Mystified by Wall Street, we all learn to die at once

To become what we always wanted;

Peace and nothingness, the power to see beyond screens,

Out of the box where the state of the art

Is the way of the world,

And never the opposite.

So I shared my toy

With every other girl and boy

Inside the World Wide Web

Who wanted playing with it

Guess you could say in a way

I am giving,

On the prejudice

That all I'll ever get is just a glimpse or image

With respect

To turning my eyes backwards before it gets to damage any valuables.

Those assholes.

Unreleased TBA

Symposium.

[As Seen On TV]

TBA 2025/2026

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Prod By -Ū.

DBA

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Now, and???

Okay!

Just another dime,

And just enough to find

Before I count them up to dollars—

But you're turning into wine.

What did you ever want?

This is my other world.

Go shatter you tantric catwalk elsewhere!

Don't you know there is a show to put on?

A wool to pull over the eyes of the unknown?

Why do you have to groan at the quantifiable harm known but justice undone.

No harm, no foul

No food, no valid excuse for betraying my sacred dopamine, but hopefully you know only no good

But words can come from it,

And words that fall on blind eyes have no context at all.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Uncorrected transcript.

[excuse my neighbors in the background they're determined to make my life miserable more than likely in exchange for dollar signs.]

Okay, my Wi-Fi is off, my Bluetooth is off. Oh, my laptop is open, my Wi-Fi is on. I can give me a second to remedy that. Hello. Hello. I'm Atticus's tail says hello. What's going on? Oh, I wasn't planning on oh, my WiFi on my computers off. That is good. Uh, I keep all my devices uh, at minimum on off the grid as often as possible. Um, there there actually it's crazy how much of a difference this makes. I gotta pour myself some coffee. it is almost midnight, o'clock. Hello, um, what's up, we're missing talking episodes. Um, we're missing talking episodes from season 12. I can't find anything like past October, and I know it's on one of my hard drives, but all of my hard drives are full, um, I have like something like 10 terabytes altogether of stuff that needs to be like moved around and not all of it. Some of it's like really personal, like not personal, but like sensitive information that I can't necessarily utilize a cloud for. So I am it's taking me some time to organize some stuff. I I try to do between like eight and 12 hours of just organizing on any typical night after my uh exercise or whatever, or between I would say that exercise is definitely like the primary function of like my life. And that's like the priority right now, especially with the things that I've been going through. I think it's really important to keep my physical and mental health as um in in it's not gonna be at its peak, um, because of the noise pollution that I've been dealing with, and it's actually made me really sick over this extended period of two times. um, and I'm trying to um seek treatment for that, but it's a uh it's a long road, I have a long road ahead of me. We could just say that. Um, which is why I am giving you guys, um, some stuff that I've been working on that's not necessarily finished, and I'm actually really like, I'm embarrassed because I don't necessarily um I I actually have a hard rule of not releasing any music until it's absolutely finished. like even if it is a first draft, like it still has to be finished. um, but I actually and I gave you, I think, I think two tracks, which is actually four. um because this upcoming project, it's a concept album called a symposia. um and the concept for it is um a lot. I don't necessarily have to explain right now. Um, but all of the tracks so far on it are double tracks, and so it is typically I've always really loved albums that have that are like gapless. I don't think through my distributor, like I can never technically um, like put out an album that has no um technical stop or start between songs, like they would have to be cut a certain type of way that, like my distributor does it. There's always gonna be a gap between my music, but um all of the tracks are um double tracks, so they're all two tracks in one, um that are kind of along the same theme or idea and um like lead into the next track. I've always loved albums like that. uh, one of my favorite compilation albums, um like just to give you an example, just to throw it out there, is like, the Beatles love album, which is not actually a Beatles album. It's just a, um, it's a compilation of their um songs made for the Cirus Sole show that I think is still playing in Vegas. I don't know if it is it's been playing for like 10 years, and I still haven't seen it. um I really I really want to take mushrooms and go uh see that show. I've wanted to do that since it came out, but my favorite one of my favorite albums in the world is the love album, which is is basically a mash up of like their greatest hits, crafted by, um engineers and people who used to work with the Beatles and stuff for this uh Cir dis soet show um in Vegas that I hope I get to see I hope it's just one of those like long standing like like Siegfried and Roy. I just realized that they were in Vegas for like 40 years, like they were just there, they were just a stable, so hopefully that show is um kind of like that and one day I'll get the, uh one day I'll get the opportunity to see it. Like my my bucket list, like destination, like vacation at one point was to go see the Beatles love on like an EDC week. um that's still something that I want to do. I promise myself I wouldn't go to EDC unless I like ever got booked there. Um, and I think this year is like 30 years or something of EDC, and so they um they sold out in like five minutes. um so it's it's not it's not something I'd consider doing by myself anyway, unless I was gonna go with my best friend, and um and I was like I was talking to my best friend and I was like, oh, maybe I should check on, like the early bird tickets for ADC, and they were like, they was sold out, and was this celebrating 30 years, and I'm like, okay, well, I guess I should uh work on getting a booking agent, but my music is not my music is kind of turned into like a passion project. um, since everything that I've been going through over the last couple of years kind of just like took me off my path in that sort of way and DJing, I kind of wanna preserve it as like, I really love being a DJ. I really love producing music and because it's so consumer, there's a bunch of people in the industry that are not necessarily like music oriented or love oriented, and it's just like a whole different vibration from like the peace and the love and the unity respect of that. Like I like the scene for. I really want to check out, like as far as a festival goer is concerned, I really wanna check out some of these new festivals that are popping up that are doing like no cell phones. I kind of wanna check those out, cause I feel like the quality of of the experience has been preserved or will have been preserved in in certain spaces like that, um, but anyway, I'm uh I have been physically ill for like a few months now. um, and so the best that I can do for you guys my audience just because I'm not sure if I will get symposium out this year in which case it will come out next year. um, and then I think this track, I'm not sure, this track is definitely like a track that was in my mind. um implementing all of the like sound design stuff that I'm doing for symposium and is also a double track. um it's called Forget me nots. uh and then the second track is followed through. uh,get me nots/follow through. I think it's like an eight or nine. um minute track or whatever. It's not finished. Um, actually, the only finished track that you guys have heard, and even this even bitter butter and southwest of your scars is like a double track that is finished, that is on symposium, but it's still the version one, like it's not um I haven't done like any of the final mastering or any of the things that I do in the process of getting ready for a a release. I do have like a a like an implemented ritual structure of doing things like that, even for projects that seem like mindless, or, you know, things that are seem seemingly just like thrown together, like chasing dragons, was kind of like not necessarily even a concept until the three tracks were like sandwiched together, and I was like, oh, okay, like, this does tell a story and and they were all created in a certain way so that they'd go together. I think I fixed that. um, because, um, chasing dragons, the EP was for some reason, when chasing dragons got released to, like all the major platforms, it had chasing dragons was the first and the last track, and then dishes and the sink was just in the middle, which was weird. um so the third track on chasing dragons is actually immortalist and I got that all fixed. and I also got the regular like the normal version of the songightfall is out on the platforms now. Those were two er errors um that I needed to fix that I finally did. um but I'm slower to do music things now because like I said, my health is the priority. So it's like, yo, if it comes down to like getting a good meal in or like some good exercise or like right now I'm doing active recovery because I'm dumb. I went from like not really running anymore and only walking for an hour every day on the treadmill and doing like an hour between one and two hours on the pelotone, a day which is technically still three hours of work, um, but then I went back into heavy training the way that I preferred to do like I prefer to be at the gym between two and three hours every day. That is my ideal. That is where my body feels comfortable, um and flexible and like happy. Um, and if I can do that in the very beginning, like to start my day, cause I don't necessarily have 24 hour, like days anymore. um like what's technically the end of my day is oftentimes the very beginning of other people's days, and so I'm kind of just on on night, like, routine because it is like, I'm I'm basically just like protecting myself from the uh, you know, like my my nervous system can't take any further damage. Like, I do have really pronounced synesthesia and, um, I wasn't necessarily like planning to be exposed to extreme like noise pollution for an extended period of time without having the financial security or stability to escape from it, cause honestly, if I could have moved, I would have moved or if I could have just left, I would have just left, um, but I obviously wasn't in a situation that I could, and so I became very vulnerable um, to this type of attack, which I learned was actually very common. It's not something that is just like, oh, you know, um, this is just something that I'm going through. It's actually a very common for people of color to be, um vulnerable to this kind of disease that comes from um an implementation of using sound as a weapon. And I mean, like the irony is is that I was already kind of studying synesthetics and the way that, you know, as a culture or the way that in as as far as like mass consumerism is concerned, that's why people pay so much for a, you know, festiv for the festival experiences because sound can be a very much uh manipulated to be a physical thing. It's not, you know, it's not invisible. And so the fact that those same kind of um those that same kind of engineering can be implemented also in a negative way to have a negative effect. Like, you don't have to punch somebody in the face, like, you can just back up your exhaust, your engine exhaust, and, you know, fire at point blank to somebody that is, you know, caught off guard. and in that way, um sound can be used as a weapon, it uses the same dynamics, the same kind of dynamics as, you know, the reason why we go in the th you know, in flocks by the thousands and the millions to these festivals to feel the vibrations that that are on the opposite end of the same spectrum, the healing vibrations of, you know, certain things. and so I've been doing my best to try and, you know, maintain a certain level of health through, you know, using, um, you know, certain frequencies to block out. But when it's your physical person is in a space that's being manipulated to be on a certain frequency, um, uh, the exposure to this negative frequency that is unnatural to your body over a period of time. um, you begin to get very, very sick and that's what's happened to me. And so I'm trying my best to like keep my head above water and, you know, stay afloat. Um, but I didn't expect it especially after, you know, a period of like two or three years before that, where I was just like on the go all the time. Um, and, you know, not necessarily having like a a suitable foundational stability or a place to call home and then going straight into something else that was like more traumatic and more violent than, um then I expected, and so I've been trying to remedy that. um, the best that I can and because I'm putting my mental health and my physical health first, I'm not necessarily like, I it was weird. I was kind of in like a meditative space and I had, you know, like this this kind of spirit come over me that was like music, you know, music is gonna be there forever. like, as long as you're as long as you exist, you know, whether it's in like a physical realm or like an infinite realm or whatever, like as long as you exist, there's always gonna be music. and that was kind of like the sign that like, K, as much as I do like having a streak of, you know, like being an Ableton every day for several hours a day. um, the way that I am using these techniques that I'm applying in symposium and as seen on TV, which reminded up being a double album, because I actually have, um, like several, um, tracks that are like honestly on TV, I've been working on since, like, 2023., like, early 2023. Um, and so, the things that I've like collected, it's kind of interesting because my evolution as an artist or like my technique as a producer will be, um represented here in this project, which I hope comes out next year, but I can't say for sure, cause it's probably the it's definitely the biggest, most um important album I've ever worked on and I I put a lot of care and thought into those as seen on TV tracks because it does um like creatively, I guess, run alongside this series into the multiverse and all the series within the festival project, uh Ascension Death Wish, legends, um the legend of uh, the secret life and the sweet life of sunny Blue, just to name a few, there are I keep trying to make like a list of all of the shows within the festival project, but then I'm like, oh, like there are so many that it would it just falls apart. And so I mean like I'm getting a little bit more organized with the with the actual structure of, like, the television and movie, like, script part of the project. um, while I'm cleaning out my hard drives, but having to organize everything so that it's, you know, so that I can go to a certain hard drive and be like, okay, well, this is um, you know, this is this season to this season. I'm still archiving episodes from, you know, 2021 and and because a lot of those statistics can't be like once I delete an episode from the podcast, it goes away and all the all the statistical information about the number of downloads,, like all of its information, all of its metadata goes away. and that's very important for what I'm going through in my personal life right now in order to protect myself for those things to be taken down, but also for it to be archived in a way that I can reference as a creator like, okay, this is this day that this was published with this, that like, because it's it's a time travel concept that is multifaceted, and it is like based in this multiperceptory m multiperceptory multiimensional concept of technically technically infinite time and space, like it has to be organized in such a way that, like, all of the series and all of their all of the ways that they're connected to any particular parallels have to be, you know, they have to be organized and documented so that because I'm the more that I'm looking at it, the more it makes sense. I'll be like, oh, like, I thought this was just like nonsense or whatever, but when I'm putting it into like an organized space, um, and to me, that's like the god part about it is that like, oh, like, um like, I' I'll be looking at the writing and noticing how it takes like particular shapes or how the shapes will cut is sometimes like make pictures, like sometimes when you're looking at the clouds and you see, you know, shapes and the clouds. sometimes the riding for this project is like that, which is kind of incredible to me.c it's not something that I'm doing um, intentionally, it's kind of just something that's happening. I'm writing in a stream of consciousness that's also, you know, like artistic, creative in a way, that kind of has this, like, sense of divinity to it that I'm not necessarily, like, consciously doing. Um, so everything has to be organized in such a way that like it is gonna take time, um, and because it takes time and a lot of the other things that I did not foresee happening or also taking a lot of my time, like a lot of my my time and energy to document like how sick I've been getting a lot of time and energy has been focused on just like, doing the research on, you know, like crazy crazy shit that I never really took interest in, um, but could be applied here. um, could be applied to this situation and and kind of just finally being able to have a piece of mind to give myself the benefit of the doubt that, like, it wasn't in my head. like, I just had to be uh, I just had to be pushed to the point that I could understand, you know, that this um, sometimes very silent type of, um, you know, warfare is is like a documented not even necessarily historically, but like presently and present day. um, they're just I don't think haven't been enough survivors of this kind of thing, um, that it could be, um that it could be notably researched, like the amount of reports, but, you know, it's it's not it's not by choice, like it is taking up a lot of my time and I wish I was the kind of person that could just ignore it. Um, but I'm getting very physically ill. Um, so I can't, like, I can't ignore the fact that, like, you know, I'm running on zero pretty much all the time, and that my my patterns of speech have changed in my, you know, my thoughts have been intercepted and my, you know, like, because physical and mental health is such a priority to me, the fact that those things have been the primary uh, source of degradation has has affected me in such a way that it's not, I mean, like, it's less emotional than it is the logical answer to, you know, like if you have a cold, you take cold medicine or if you have the flu, you take, you know, it's it's like, well, remedying something that is a fi physical illness, you know. um, removing the cancer from the body, uh, you know, in such a way that it doesn't come back is kind of my main primary concern in this way. Um, so I am am especially because I can't but the talking episodes are actually more popular this season than any other season. and I can't find like six or seven of them, because I I don't know, I was just switching out all my, you know, uh my stuff so quickly and pulling things out of the cloud that it, you know, got saved under drive zip eight, seven six nine, you know, like. It's it's just a mess of of terabytes and tabyrites of creative work, um, and, you know, other things that I've had to dedicate my time to, which is not necessarily fair, but, you know what they say is life is not fair. Um, so, you know, life hasn't been fair, but I have, you know, been blessed in such a way that, like I I I've at least been able to um creatively channel some of the some of the energy and some of the time that I have left over that is technically mine. while in the sense that I've had a lot of my time and energy just stolen in siphoned, um, you know, I have been able to kind of forge a medium through fighting this that allowed me to, you know, start doing art along the lines of, um more more the way that I want my music to to think and feel. And so I'm I'm still just working from a little tiny MacBook air. um, so my, you know, um, my projects get like overwhelmed really quickly. I can't necessarily implement all of my um my plugins or all of the tools that I like to use at once, and so everything is kind of segment segmented in the way that I'm working. um and like, yeah, my projects get overloaded very quickly. um so the tracks that I'm giving you are not finished, but they're more um I would say like they're more, like colored, they're more like filled out. It's not necessarily abstract in the way that some of my stuff is like very like, you know, like drag and drop and cut and go, well, I do a lot of like, even in my even in my like my cut and dry stuff, I do a lot of sample manipulation. I very rarely will keep a sample in the way that it is without doing something to it, you know, like, I don't do dragon drop, um, unless I'm planning on just, like, you know, giving a beat to a rapper a artist for free. like, sometimes I'll just be like, okay, for the next 15 minutes, just do, like, something, you know, like a two or three minute, like dragon drop or whatever. But those those are not necessarily tracks that I A share here or B like plan on doing anything with because the world of sampling has gotten to the point where it's like, yo, you gotta have some creativity, like you can't just open up a sample pack and drag it and drop it into place, because then you have eight or nine songs that sound exactly the same. Eight or nine songs that are the same because basically you're just putting together a, you know, you're putting together stems from a track that was already created, you know, by somebody that's trying to sell you something, so um, you know, I I take a little bit more creative uh integrity in the stuff that I do mean seriously. Um, a lot of it lately hasn't been serious, but I I actually did want to take an hour to talk about this not this track in particular, just talk about why I'm doing this because it was something that it was like, oh, I feel like this project is a little bit more special or is a little bit more like technical than some of the other work that I've shared here on this podcast or work that I've put out before and so I kind of wanted to keep it to myself um, but then I've kind of had a couple, like, you know, like heart shattering experiences that make me realize, like, you don't know. like, you don't really know what's gonna happen and life is, um, sometimes very cruel and sometimes life is, you know, it just takes turns that are not necessarily. um you know, like you don't you don't ever know. And my mindset has not necessarily been that negative. It's like, oh, everything, you know, there's a there's a reason for everything, and blah, blah, blah, and I still do believe that, but like, you know, two years of constant, like, torture and stress to the point where I don't necessarily have a medium for support or, you know, um, like, I don't necessarily have the foundation of community. um, being in a place that is not my home and coming from a family that's very, very small and doesn't necessarily have, you know, well, like, I don't have what some people have, I don't have a large network of family and friends and the kind of family and friends that you create for yourself in the business are not necessarily, um, you know, like people can't necessarily be trusted to have your best interests. Um, especially especially if you are coming from like a a margin for success that, you know, is documented, like you've done well, you can't necessarily still believe that, like, everyone in your immediate circle has the best interest for you, because it is in human nature that everybody has, you know, themselves as the primary interest, and so um, me being like a a solidly um you know, like self sufficient. I won't say independent person. um, driving towards independence or whatever. um, but being a person that spends a lot of time in solitude and with enough respect, like enough self-respect to understand what my when my spiritual and my personal boundaries are being pushed even even in a person you know, professional setting. um like I took today for active recovery because I'm dumb and I went straight back into training as if I'd never really stopped. like it okay, like I'm on the Peloton seven days a week and I have a treadmill that I walk on in for an hour a day, you know, five to six days a week, but it's not the same as like being in the gym and lifting in stri strength training and and um active recovery um but I was like, okay, if I was running like a Madonna or whatever, you know, for this amount of time, then I should be able to do that. I should be able to do that. No, I didn't run a Madonna, but I ran like a 3K and then a little bit. and I like, my body was like, yeah, this is good, but then I had, like the rest of the day and I did not properly hydrate, and I got, like even more sick. and so I'm like, oh, fuck. Like, I really got like I really got a prioritize, like, my physical health, because if I keep letting myself get pushed, you know, like over the summer, before requisite when I was just like, oh, you know, like, I'm just gonna record. I'm gonna go to Manhattan 20 fucking days in a row and not take a day off and I'm also gonna train, you know, and I'm also gonna do this, like the like, I'm maximized my potential for burnout, which also left me per like, personally vulnerable. to the, like, professional sabotage and, like, weird, underhanded, like, underbelly shit that, like people in the DJ circuit are doing because it's so hard to actually break through., from the level of like consumer professionalism right now. So people are doing like a lot of nasty things to try to get that main stage spot and I wasn't like in my head, I'm still very much like a Disney kid, like, I'm still like, I don't necessarily well, I mean, like Disney to teach us like, there's always gonna be a villain, but like, a society kind of undoes that teaching and is like, but that's just in movies and that's just in your head, but there's no like to me, I there is just this weird misst up between real life and what is told that like, okay, like anything that exists that is like in a certain field of negativity is just in your head. but, like, evil is it like a documented source of the opposite of good. since the beginning of time, and I just don't understand in how in a society we can philosophically and psychologically embrace therapy, however, when it when it comes to, like, real lived experiences, when you're dealing with something that is not necessarily, uh, like a normal part of societal living, like that stuff only happens in movies. I'm like, but it does happen. Sometimes you just have to, you know, like being having I've I've never really been such a socially dependent creature. like, a lot of people have to have some kind of validation. That's why social media is like ruling our society right now. is because people have to have the validation or the likes of whatever they're doing is like cool with the rest of the group. and to me, that this is dangerous group think. like, if you're all thinking the same way, then there's something being missed. There's always something being missed, you know, if you're all on the same frequency or the same form of thought, you know. And so, I've always been like a big, you know, maybe it's just because I don't have any siblings. I've been like a big believer in embracing, um, independent thought, like, okay, if everybody else is thinking one way, then what is the opposite of what everybody else is thinking and not necessarily alluding to the fact that the opposite might be the right thing, but anything between whatever the group think and the opposite is, is also like valid, could be valid, you know, it's not necessarily the opposite of what everybody's thinking, but it's somewhere along the spectrum of maybe that or maybe the opposite, like it could be anything else in between. And so I think I'm the kind of person or the kind of thinker that's motivated by the the spectrum, you know, the spectrum, uh process, anything in between, like not necessarily that, not necessarily the opposite of that, but like what other possibilities, you know? um, could be validated or verified through thinking outside of the box or outside of a you know, being forced to the point of conformity that, like, everything sounds the same and everything looks the same and everything has like a way. That's not necessarily wrong. um, but also not necessarily the only way or right. um, so that I' of been uh what what did I get on that round about? I don't know. I've just been playing with like a lot of different concepts, like not necessarily trying to sound like anything. or anyone, and also not necessarily having the opportunity or environmental expression, like the space to be able to sound like myself. Like I still don't artistically or musically think that I sound like myself. um, and that they are elements of myself there, but it's something that's kind of, um, in its, you know, convex form of being this thing that is potential, but not necessarily fully realized or realizable yet. Like, I haven't had I haven't had peace and I haven't had like full p I haven't had peak health in a long time, or a safe environment in a very long time. and I think that the disallowance of comfort, not necessarily the safity of um of complatancy, you know, or or being comfortable to a point that it's it becomes dangerous, um, but just being able to kind of be in a life that is not necessarily like violent or terrible all the time. I think removing these barriers has not necessarily been a foreseeable reality for nearly a decade and while some artists technically thrive in what is, you know, what is this, you know, tragedy and darkness? It's there's only so much of a certain space that my creative ingenuity can take up and not void. And so, understanding that this time is kind of transitional in the sense that eventually it has to in no matter what direction break free from its current state of, you know, entrapment and its current state of imprisonment. um and so in my artistry and not will change, but I don't think I don't think it's necessarily going to be like fully realized until I have a a a point that I'm in an environment that I can breathe and be and think clearly without the force of control or being subjugated to, you know, a certain level of violence that's not necessarily always physical, but is certainly not, um, you know, without it's notable, um, impact on my physical health, my physical and mental health. So that being said, um, this track, um, this track is somewhere between symposium and, um, as seen on TV, I think I began writing it before the concept for symposium was fully formed. and, um, I think it was like the first of its little group of double tracks and I didn't necessarily mean, like, for the story, cause it, you know, ideally, like a song is like five minutes or less or whatever. um five minutes or less or whatever, but I've again, not been, uh, trying to conform to what is supposed to be this, or what is supposed to be that, and, um I don't know. I I began writing it in with the mindset and the technicality of symposium, but also as I listen back to it, um, I'm also using elements that have been implementing for the last few years into as seen on TV. And so there's some like to me, it's very beautiful. Again, what what is more important or more, you know, like wh what is more palatable for my audience is always differed like my favorite tr tracks are not your guys's favorite tracks from what I'm looking at for for the numbers, you know, my favorite episodes of me talking are not your favorite episodes for me talking. So, I mean, like they're exists here, this obvious, like, it's weird because a lot of artists can be applied to their fans and to their listeners. It's like the the listeners are being projective of like they see themselves in their favorite artists, or they see themselves reflected back through an artist that they, you know, like Taylor Swift, like, all her fans are Taylor Swift and like, most artists are that way that, you know, they're reflective of the people that they look like and have the same experience of and that's how, you know, um, that's how mass that's how mass media works. It's reflected, you know, through the medium of sorts, you know, um it as a as a concept that is shared amongst all all of those, you know, people. um, but I'm looking at my numbers and I'm realizing that, like, oh, there there's like a distinctly different flavor from the way that, like, my perception of what is my best work is and what my audience thinks is the best or, you know, the like I look a lot at the numbers not as they happen, but like over time, whereas I'll be in hiatus for a certain amount of months and then I'll come back. and see what the numbers are reflecting in in what is more, you know, palatable for my audience, like what my audience is is actually agreeing with more is like my better work and it's always not it's not necessarily again, it's not necessarily opposite. but it's not um, you know, it's not always what I expect to be. So this to me, I like um, but it doesn't necessarily like that you, whoever you are as an audience is gonna agree. Um This is actually the least completed track. um I feel like I'm showing you yeah, like I'm showing you my my uh it just it's naked cause it's very much not done. This is probably the most incomplete thing that I've ever, like, put out for anybody else to listen to. Um, but just being audit honest as like a person, not like as a entertainer, cause I don't necessarily see myself as that anymore after these couple years. Um, but being honest, like as a human being, as like a person, um, I've had some times that feel as though are, you know, an indication of not having a very prolonged experience in this sort of way. And I don't, like, I don't wanna put a trigger warning on anything. And I don't wanna, you know, like I I also don't want to insinuate things that are not there. Um, but a lot of the time, that is just to say that I don't feel safe, um, that I don't feel, um safe or secure, um, and that there's not necessarily a like sh it's just New York City. There's no level of like autho like a there is no necessary authority complex that has any sort of like, ability to protect you, you know, from uh certain experiences that are not necessarily um, you know, there's there's no level of protection from from, you know, there there are more heavily funded organizations that are like banks and investments or are more funded than the police. So when you're telling the police, like, hey, I'm being, you know, stalked or harassed and like, there's a pattern and like, here's the evidence and they won't even look at your evidence. Um, even though technically by the law, like it is, you know, documented uh, verifiable, like verifiable, like, no, there's none in my head. Like, I have like the videos, I have pictures, I have audio recordings of like this is happening to me, and they won't even look at it, um, not necessarily because they don't want to, but maybe because they've been trained to look in the other way. Um, and then, you know, just the cultural disadvantage of like, youre snitch. I'm like, I'm also within inches of my life sometimes. and nobody's helping me. Um, and it's not necessarily a mental condition. I think that more now than ever, I would be like readily willing to admit like, oh yeah, like, I should just take the meds, but I'm like, this is I'm not hallucinating this. I'm not gonna take some kind of fucking pill for some kind of medication for something that's like, I'm experiencing this, and not only am I experiencing this with like my eyes, my nose, my ears, like, I'm now videotaping 100% of my life everywhere I go. If I walk out the door, I'm recording, like, that's how many times I've been stalked or followed. Like, if I walk outside of my apartment, like I'm I'm videotaping it, because if I don't, if something happens, then it's literally their word against mine. and the police is, like, literal their whole thing is like, if we didn't see it, it didn't happen. Like, you can get you can get, like beaten within an inch of your life and the police can show up and you can tell them and they can see you like bleeding from the face or whatever, and be like, that guy did it, but the police will straight up tell you. the police will straight up tell you like if we didn't see it, it didn't happen, like we can write the report, but like we like they will not investigate. Period. They will not investigate. And so understanding that, like that opens the, you know, the possibility of like way, way more heinous crimes, you know, being able to be, um, played out without, you know, without any possibility of you having help for that, as, you know, is like dangerous to me, and a lot of the time I feel like I'm in danger, um, to me, and so, my priority is not sitting down in Ableton and and you know, getting these cues just right, like, especially with this this track. um, like it's so, so far from complete, but when I hear it, it still sounds it sounds decent enough that, like, I'll give it to you guys just in case, like like the least sometimes that I feel is gonna happen is that I just get hit by a bus. uh, which does happen almost any time I go outside. It's like, I will not get a bicycle. I won't because I'm like, that's like the easiest way to ensure that I will get hit by something. I'll get hit by something. um I will get hit by something, so I don't um I don't, you know. I'm just trying to, uh, get along and protect myself and away that, you know, maybe possibly enables me to, like, disappear. I don't necessarily need to be anybody. I stopped fighting for that main stage spot a long time ago, cause I I see that it's not about like it can't necessarily be about the love when it's about the money. and I have so, so much love. like for the music, um, and for what used to be the scene. I mean, the scene's always been kind of dirty. You pick up any book about DJ culture, about festival culture, you know, about music in the in the sense that it's been meant in the rave world has always had like a CD side to it. um because it was previously a counterculture, you know, that became mainstream and it still definitely has its like flavor, it definitely has its like, you know it's flavors to it, which, you know, is is a magnetism or like a draw, that's like, oh, there is this darkness that exists, but like, at the core of it is the frequency, you know? And I think that if there was ever going to be like a place for like a placeholder for success for me and the industry, it would be somewhere in the future when it can be a more decisive. No, what am I trying to say? Oh, I don't know. I think that money really fucks things up sometimes, and because of the amount of inequality in the world and the fact that the the world has become such a competitive space, um, that there're actually less places for opportunity for artists, even though it seems like there should be more. um I think until it's like about wellness, yeah, I think in until music can be until we can create like spaces where wellness is like at the center of these, you know, gatherings, then I don't think it's necessarily going to be like a safe place. Um for anybody, but let alone for me, because I'm very much like a fragile person when it comes down to, um, like per like the protection of my spirit and the protection of my aura, I don't necessarily want to be in a place of uh tragedy or a place of defense all the time. I I wanna go outside and and be in defense mode 100% of the time. I am right now, so um, like anything I I I kind of take it with a grain of salt in the way that like anything I say can and will be used against me. And so I don't say so much. I I don't say so much, and I want to be sure to take care of my art in a way that it doesn't is not, um, you know, so that it doesn't necessarily exist in a place of toxicity or that it's not coming from. Like, I won't sit down and Ableton if I feel a certain way. It's not just me being lazy. Like it's if I have like a certain vibration that's incurable, like it's not uh it doesn't make sense for me to, like, you know, sit down and work on a track. So this this track, uh, forget me nots and follow through. um, I think it is the first track and symposium. I don't know, because when I listen back to it, I also hear um when I listen back to it, I also hear as seen on TV, like a lot. um like a lot. And so it's kind of interesting to see those two kind of elements of my artistic personality combined, because I think the tracks that I've shared with you that are from symposium or different in the way that they're um made only one way, but this one is definitely implementing um techniques from two projects. Um, so the what are the two other ones? I think it's like talked to me about it. Is that oneosium? I think so. and bitter butter and southwest of your scars. Ah, those are all from this project, but then I I look at this one, which is technically the first of the bunch and it's so not done. that I'm like, don't put it out until it's done. and I'm like, well, and might not ever be done with the shit that's happening is kind of scary. Like, it's I might I may not ever be able to get back to a place where this is possible because of the things that are continually happening uh, to me. Um, I I don't know what the source of evil is. Like, I really don't, like I am very much a spiritual person and I do have like the tendency to believe that like no matter what God has my back so if I'm removed from one situation or existence into another, it is for the protection of that aura, for the protection of that frequency, for the protection of, you know, keeping my, you know, um my source intact, like there's, you know, certain elements or certain frequencies that can't exist in in other realms. I think that, uh, a toxic environment. Like my energ is not going to sustain an intoxic environment. It's just not. It's just not. It's not necessarily even a personal or emotional preference. It's more of like a oh, this doesn't go in there. Like this doesn't go there or I don't exist over there. Like, I don't, you know, it's not. I think I wish that I could be applied to like every space and time, but I think that there are certain drawbacks to being in energy that is applicable to anything and everything. I think that, you know, in the very rare circumstances that an energy like that exists, um it's very magnetizing, it's very, uh enigmatic and it's very charismatic in the way that, like, everybody wants it, everybody wants a piece, everybody wants to be around it, but also for that person, you know, where that energy exists, you know, for that vehicle, I think that it becomes like exhausting to the point that, you know, um, the human of of that, um, you know, the human of that energy is entirely vulnerable all the time. And so those people that are, um designated to do those kinds of jobs, having that high level of power and energy are also, uh, you know, in every sense of the word, um, like exhausted to some effect, um, and I'm exhausted, um, but I think that this last two years has been a case study for all of the like I mean, like she's just horrible things people are doing to each other to try to get ahead, you know, like to try to get a little bit of the pie just to get the tiniest crumbs or to get you know, people are stepping on heads out here. Like people are doing what it takes and they're justifying things that are technically morally, you know. so very morally, uh, corrupt and so so so bad to other people with the justification of like, that's just the way it is. Or you you gotta do what you gotta do and I'm like, yo, dude, but like again, my energy just does not exist in that space for that mindset you know where it's like you know, um because I also believe that like a certain level of justifying, you know, morally uh, you know, morally corrupt behavior eventually just makes it so that you can't get ahead. I I honestly chronically believe that, like if you're constantly fucking other people over just to get to the top, like your top is not going to be consistent with what is actually success and what is actually um freedom, you know, like, you are gonna owe back energy to a certain extent, you know, um, because you stole it in the first place, like, you can't you can't sustain on stolen energy. Like you cannot do it. Like you cannot exist in a place that that was taken from somebody else without something else in turn being taken from you. I honestly truly believed that with every like with every last breath, with every last word, I honestly believe that like that that good overpowers evil. Like, you can't sustain on something that you robbed from somebody, you can't sustain on something that you you know, that that you took, eventually, you know, karmically, um, it comes back too, and so, I don't think energy is any different. I think if you suck the life out of somebody, eventually something' gonna get sucked out of you and, uh, it's one of those things where it's like one step forward, two steps back for people who uh subsist on energy that way. I just I don't know. um, I try more and more to be conscious of my self to point where I realized that um the effect that I have on people could be, you know, long lasting. It's it's something that could be like a ripple effect, and so I'm very careful with my energy in the way that, you know, I if I dole it out, I expect I expect 39%. I don't know why that's the number. 39% to get it back. um, you know, on a certain way. And uh understanding my limits and my like just understanding my ability and my placement. understanding the, you know, the the love you make. yeah, all that. and the love that you make is equal to the love that you take. And so um also, I think that love in itself is probably the most valuable heat source and that it overpowers what is um technically needed in the society of, you know, for survival. I think that love overpowers, you know, whatever material, you know, the material sense of existence is. I think that love overpowers, whatever is morally corrupt, whatever is systematically corrupt. I think that love at the end of the day, like, really does put in its place. um what is supposed to be and what is not supposed to be. And so in because I think like living in this spirit with the understanding that like it took me a really long time. I think I having a a a victim's mentality of like, I must deserve this in some sort of way, but then understanding also like I didn't do anything wrong. Um Sometimes these things just happen and the understanding of why that is is not always attainable. Um, and so to wallow in it and to be like, why, why? You know, like, why? I mean, I think in a from a philosophical standpoint, I do a lot of this because it's like this doesn't necessarily make sense, but it has to it has to be an art artistic way for me to be like, well, it doesn't make sense, but like, you know, now I have ten pages about trying to figure, like, instead of actually just wallowing it and being like, what? Well, now I have ten pages of like this, you know, something that can be considered beautiful. you know, something that can be considered, uh, useful to somebody, maybe not now, but at some point in time, you know, because all of my work is is stored in like this digital time space, kind of like encrypted into history in itself being like a digital marker for, you know, something that very much did exist or did happen. I still believe I still live in the belief that like this, well, it's just like the overall knowing that this part, this faction of history is a very, you know, uh verifiable part of ancient history, you know, to a culture that exists like beyond our time. And so with that understanding that, like it's so crazy, because I do have this overriding kind of factor of, you know, God that's just kind of like, oh, these are ancient times. this is an ancient world and it's hard to like wrap your mind around it because youth, you know, you think of yourself in the present time of like being a, you know, a being of existence in the future. Oh, I watched the jet the Jetsons. Oh, that was so good. I watched uh the Jetsons. which I didn't know is also the Simpsons. and like every animated show that came out on it like a lot, actually. It's a good show. I got I think I gotta watch it again because I was like, oh, this is like ten different shows. It was like ten different shows. um but I watched like the pilot, I think episode of the Jetsons and I was tripping. I I was tripping. um it was just really good. Anyway, um I think what what was I saying? Oh, like this time being like a marker for actual actually being a primitive civilization. Whereas like not necessarily compared to what we know as the primitive civilizations, you know, of human time, like, you think of primitive civilizations of being like the ancient Egyptians or, you know, the Mayans or, uh, you know, the Greeks, uh loved them. I really I I almost even favored them over the Romans. almost, almost, almost, I don't know, I could talk about history and culture forever. cause I'm like, but the other Romans really, like their architecture, but the Greeks more culturally, like artistically, I think where what is the word for them? Uh, the Greeks? What is the word for them? I think there were definitely more, uh yeah, yeah, definitely more artistic philosophical than the Romans, but the Romans had like a lot, like a lot to do with modern society to the point where that's also uh admirable. I do like the Romans. They're just like shitty and violent. They're just shitty and violent anyway. um what was I saying? I don't know. I'm wrapping this up. cause I'm hungry. I don't know about a taco, though. This is technically the start of my day. at midnight o'clock. Um, at midnight o'clock. oh, that's what I was talking about. Markers for ancient civilizations. Oh, yeah, this this time is so so far beyond. But I think the the incredible thing about this time that we're living in now presently, um, is that it is so, like there's so much record of it that it does exist beyond our time for, you know, potentially millions of years and into hire and further civilizations. So I kind of live with that, like, understanding of like this this also and itself being like, a part of the ancient world as far as time is concerned, you know? like, in as much a stipulation of like any apocalyptic or societal, you know, destruction is made, like nothing really sees past, like nothing really sees past the fact that, like, they're so much historical information about our present time in the future that it is consistently creating to an adding to like the what am I trying to say? Oh, something about the multiviverse. Something about the cosmos or something. constantly expanding, because it is, but whatever, I actually just kind of made this as a real time episode to so that I could share this song and then um not really like I don't necessarily have anything for you, anything else for you in this season. um it's there. like, there are six or seven other episodes. There might even be some music. oh, all the freaky Fridays or whatever, mix tapes. Did I even post what up Wednesday? I did I did a freaky Friday on a Wednesday and it was arguably the best. of all the freaky Fridays. I don't know if I posted that already. um I don't know if I posted that already. but it's not. Also, like my podcasting distributor is kind of archaic. So it takes a lot of work just to go check on what's been posted or whatever. um So I'm I'm not going to make any promises and be like, oh, go check if that was posted. And if it is posted, I'll just maybe post it again, cause it's worth it. Um, what up Wednesdays? I did it twice, actually. um because it got difficult to do freaky Fridays. It's still kind of fucking difficult to do it. And, uh, I it pains me to realize, like, how physically affected. I've I have been. um cause it sucks, cause it's not just something that's in my head, it's like ow, like, my body hurts. like, I cannot, you know. I can't withstand a certain frequency or electronic exposure that is negative over this much time. Like, I'm just like broken down right now. Um at least I'm still capable, cause I didn't ever think. I was like, I don't think I'll ever run more than a mile again. Um, I probably should um take the proper steps to make sure that, though, uh, now that I'm running again, I take the proper steps, like, I forgot to stretch, and I forgot to drink water. Stupid. Well, I I just felt so good to run. I love those woodway treadmills so much, so much, it just felt so good that I didn't that I couldn't stop and then when I did, like my body is like, okay, like you're stupid. Like it felt really good, so I'm like, all right, like active recovery. I'm gonna do like two hours on the pelotone and then a walk. um, before I run again. and that's what I'm about to do right now. I love getting to the reunion parts of the bad girls club because as the most fighting and I burn the most calories during the reunions, I just finished to season. I just watched the season for the second time. and uh I have a reunion episode coming up, so I'm a I'm— I don't know. I'm pretty boring person to be quite honest, but here's the song. okay, I'm at an hour yet. Here's the song forgetmenot// and follow through. It's not finished. Like if I could give you a percentage on the— what are you doing? Yo, this dudes are weird all day. I'm sorry. Um. He's so funny. He's so funny. Earlier he like earlier he like sneezed. Earlier he sneezed. But like also farted and this scared himself so bad that I could not contain myself. Because he was like embarrassed. but like, also he sneezed and farted and probably could not. He was like, oh, my God. Like, oh my God. And then, uh, I laughed for like a good five minutes after that. He seemed genuinely embarrassed. I was like, yeah. yeah, that that is shocking that you can manage to do something like that. like being a cat, but, you know, oh, he did. It was good. That's why we have emotional support animals, because I needed that laugh. I don't think I' laughed so hard at anything in a very, very long time, so I'm glad I have my little kitty. my satterat, my Mr. Cat, mush matters anyway. uh, was I wrapping something up? I was.ive meods to follow through. this song that's about to come up, and then I'm maybe I'll maybe I'll if it's not out already. Well, if it is, here it is again, what up Wednesday? I'll go dig it out of the fucking archives. you guys couldn't have that. decent. Um, keep in mind that the CDJs at the radio station, where do Freaky Fridays are also very archaic? Um, I'm not complaining, though. I don't know. I don't know if I got to the episode where I was talking about that. Uh, or maybe I got I got fi I gotta figure it out. um I gotta figure out where these episodes are. There's like six or seven. Should I uh honorable mentions or dishonorable mensions? I feel like it borders on both. because I just figured out what apparently the six seven phenomenon is. And I'm actually worried about suburban children, like, having act like, why are they saying this? Because I looked up I looked up where it came from, it came from this rapper called scrilla dude. not gonna lie. One of my personal favorites, cause I love rap, that is terrible to a certain extent. um and it is, like it's not only it's not only like it's not lyrically terrible. He's actually really good um He's actually really good whatever he's saying. I know what he's saying, which is what's terrifying that, like, apparently suburban upper middle class and upper class children are saying this. six seven thing, because it came from this video by this rapper called Skrilla do doot. Yup. and well, it's culture music, like it's it's trap culture music, it's not necessarily drill, but it's done in the style of drill. um, talking about like the culture the culture the culture um that is not necessarily like great. cause he was talking I was like yo. what the fuck are children saying this for? Um, what the fuck are children exposed to this for? Because there was no, like parental block on it or anything like that. And the dude was talking about like, straight up murderer. He was like, yeah, m, like this though. And I was like, oh no, like I I actually kind of dig his music because it's it's like it's the music that was born of like the Young Thug and the low Wayne and themehesine and it's bad. It's really bad. Like it's really bad. like if your kids are saying six seven, like, the origin of that is not, I'm like,o, shout out sc a d do, because that is facts, but also like, like like kids should not necessarily like, everything he was saying and all of his songs, I was like, that's bad. That's bad that you said that. not that you shouldn't, actually. I feel like there, like art exists as a medium to be able to have this level of freedom of speech, and that's why it exists. But also like, if you understand which I think kids obviously don't if they're just like, oh, six, seven, I'm like, okay, like, but obviously, like, this is where that came from. Like, and this is where that came from, and the dude is talking about some stuff that I'm like what? Like, I'm not confused. I know what he's talking about. But like, children should not necessarily like, even if they don't know what he's talking about, this is not like, this is different from like, when I was like, 10 and it's getting hot in here. So take off all your clothes, like that came out or like to the window to the wall, like this is mild, those things are mild, compared to like, the shit that scrill a do dude. talks about. I'm like, oh, what? What? And apparently we little kids are seeing this and exposed to it, like, they don't necessarily know what it means, but he's like, yo, these are the lyrics to my songs. Listen. I'm like, oh, like. That's troubling. That that exists. That's troubling. truly troubling. I'm I'm not talking shit. I actually really like it, but like parental controls, like, my kids should not be exposed to this, like via the Internet. Like, you should not like, this should be something especially if you live in the subrooms like if you live in a house that has rooms, like if you live in a house that has rooms in an all. like the culture that this is referencing and you know what? The only thing that actually made me look it up was like so many people were saying it in the circuit of television that I watched that I was like, it was bothering me. It was bothering me like Labubu was, but Labubu was far less disturbing, far less. I was like, oh, no. this is not cool. This is not cool, David Letterman. This is not cool, because he was like,Yo, what's up six seven? I'm like, you're 106. I don't know why you're saying this. So I looked it up. So I looked it up, and I was like, oh no, like, okay, like we know it's a cultural fucking phenomenon, but like, do you know why? Do you know why? Like, do you know why? And do you know what this man is talking about? Do you know what this man is saying? Anyway. I'm not I'm actually not gonna say it. Like I'm not gonna say it because I think it it exempt exemplifies that's what I'm trying to say right yeah. I think it exemplifies and represents a part of the culture that is deeply, deeply, deeply, deeply wrong. um in the history of the United States of America. I think it's just bad news. It's just bad news. And it's bad news, like it exists, but the reason why it exists is terrible, like it shouldn't exist is it's terrible. It's bad. It's bad and it's bad that kids are saying this. It's bad anyway. it's really bad. Anyway, I got Peloton time, bad girls' club reunion, some coffee to reheat. Here's this song, um there's no anything else for a while. I gotta make sure that like my uh I got to make sure if I get taken out, it's by like a city bus. And, you know, not just because my insides are uh imploding. um and yeah, my insides are imploding. Uh, gotta take care of number one, which is me. So, that self serving thing I get, but, you know, I'm just not the kind to to step on heads or like, I'm not gonna make it, like, purposely harder for you to do something. Like, I do believe in free will to the point where if you're not hurting anybody else, it's not affecting anybody else's, like vibe, like, do what you want, like, as long as you're not objectively or subjectively hurting anybody. Like, just don't hurt anybody, but besides this, you know, take care of yourself, but it's not, you know. I mean, you're not causing any quantifiable harm. Go ahead and, you know? I, um, but that's it. That's that's it for me. Thank you for listening. Is that it? Yeah, forget me nots. It's not finished. I've got a lot to do. Like, I actually had this is a song that actually has like a list, like a handwritten list on a piece of paper of like do this and do that and do this and do that. But like here's what I have so far just in case, you know, the city buses be getting awful close to the curb sometimes. where I stand, I am yep, they do. anyway. um I said more stories to tell and stuff, but now it's not the time or the place. did I say my thing? Yeah, I say my. Dave you were listening. something, you're listening, see you next time. That's it, yeah. Yeah, I don't have anything else. Thank you for listening. See you next time, bye.

Did you get what you came for!?

Already!

I don't even notice.

A bed of spaghetti with a side of honey cornbread,

Something bout a conscious brother covered in your cologne

early in the morning

I probably ought to postpone the outcome

But won't,

Coz I'm still caught up on your

Cornflakes

Broke hoes with waffles

Colbert

Probably on the wrong show,

For God sakes

I can't fake it anymore!

I got blanketed!

I left all my bank notes

Makes with blank faces,

Staring st me like the Mona Lisa

Wanna lean in with a secret,

Give me a reason I should believe it

And then eat it

Drop a box of water on my

“Not that”

Turning over stomachs in the courtroom

Just for profit

I probably got my dollar back,

Before I even dropped it

I probably should pay off my taxes

Before I run for office

Checking out my dumb drumbs

Rumba on a Sunday

That's instead of psalms, boss

Cross my heart in progress.

One more time around—

Or what?

Or else.

or else. (Instrumental/Rap Beat)

Unreleased TBA

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DBA

Blü Tha Gürū

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I do clearly not have the patience or attention span for psytrance so here's something I call

“Psytrash”

-Ū.

Demo 1 Test “Sponglesauce”

(Unfinished, Unmixed/Mastered V1)

Symposium 2025/2026 TBA

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DBA

Blü Tha Gürū

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