ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: THE MOVIE - PART I //
THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE
Apparently, There's a movie between Season 3, and Season 4.
Does she know she's being recorded?
She doesn't know she's being recorded.
I guess it's a series of important encoded messages, or something.
I'm not listening to this.
"My body doesn't know what it needs."
"My body knows exactly what it needs."
[SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU]
Whatever. Something out there asked for this.
What about your superstardom?
Oh I've never been so high in my life
Oh I've never been so high in my life
Oh I've never been so high in my life
Oh I'll never forget to call again
If i could love you a life time
And I probably might, I find
I'd give you all my light
Oh I've never seen such love in my world
Oh, I've never seen such love in my world
oh, I've never seen such love in my world
Oh, i'll never forget to fall again,
Oh, I've never seen such love in my world
…Oh, I've never been so high in my life
Oh, i”ve never been so high in my life
Oh, I'll never forget to call again—
Oh, i've never been so high in my life
Oh I''ve never been so high in my life
Oh i”ve never been so high in my life
Oh, I'll never forget to fall…
The question wasn't whether I wanted to stay, or go; in fact, I wanted to go, and to stay—but underlying and now, overlying, was the wonder of in what way I would spend my birthday. Did it matter? I wanted it not to, and yet, here I was, caught in the wash, and the album or book, or episode– whatever it was, that was coming about from it was meant to be called “Three Nights In San Cristobal” , but something was pressing me to get out, now that I had the certainty and assertion of what I was;
RUSKO aka “Christopher Mercer” is standing trial for the involuntary manslaughter of his roommate; He becomes famous in a nearby parallel for being the the first human known to have committed murder by way of sound frequency—
—little does anyone know…
SUPACREE headlines an entire festival during a blackout.
did they throw trash at me?
SUPACREE is a Superstar DJ.
She is possibly the best—
MILEY CAME IN ON A WRECKINGBALL.
You mean, “like” a wrecking ball”?
NO. I mean, YES, she was ON a wrecking ball, so– “like' but, WAS.
got a new guitar got another gig
Well, now that I'm famous, it makes everybody seem more human.
The good ones, the bad ones–
Was I wrong for loving you?
I didn't want to do this—
I'm just a tool, to you, then.
Then, there was Justin Roiland, the unsung hero of them all–mostly because he wasn't ‘sung' at all, but mostly spoken–the amount of comfort his voice had always provided was, in the very least, heroic–if I understood the context of Poetic Justice at all, that's probably what it was.
But even he, in my mind, being all of consciousness at once, now, more often than not, had collided with the thoughts of fame and wealth, and what exactly it does; I paused hard upon reflecting on the ‘retarded' amounts of laugher that seemed to be unstoppable, as I formed the then-very-loose-plot of my own projects, or rather, the conglomerate of them all, which would eventually become The Festival Project
Perhaps, I thought, all that it really was is that I had been watching the final outcome of a ride I was also on, for all of them–however, as much as I wanted, I couldn't seem to forge the great gifts of The Prodigal Sonny, and as it turned out, I wanted either all of it or none.
Now that I was properly out of carbohydrates, I could focus on being somewhat hot, at least until someone with an actual body walked by or just happened along; I had somewhere along the way decided that women with perfect bodies were in fact not Gods, or rather Goddesses, but Satan in his truest form– as often and awkwardly from afar, I often watched as men would become useless and lost followers in their company, typically unarmed with more than looks– But, I knew at this point that the men I had so affectionately fawned after had climbed the social and even political ranks so much so that, The Actresses, The Models, The Musicians and otherwise multi talented women of the world– A world to which I may have once belonged, had my mother not destroyed my body– my upbringing clipping me with a 25-year-long inability to produce positive thoughts concerning The Self.
Now that I had properly shifted my self-hatred into Skrillex, which didn't exist as a man, but a business, I could unravel the rest of the infinite that was somehow expanding as quickly as it was collapsing.
Considering Luis was now seemingly preoccupied with the ugly punk rock girl, and now that I would be properly sealed-off from whatever truck stop…
It's just because i'm black and I need my hair done.
Same reason I put clothes on: It covers up the ugly.
Oh yeah? Well maybe UGLY just loves GOD cause nobody wants it so there's no one left to talk to BUT him.
Or not.. Whatever. It's beyond the human concept what The God Consciousness is.
Check it out. Another fucking demon.
Demons don't whisper, they cough.
–truck stop travelers would pass through rampantly, leaving nothing but the trash of processed junk and coughing obnoxiously, rather than having to hang above it all in a hammock, only ever wishing for Skrillex so that I could fight the mosquitoes off.
I just wanted a home, and, though I was only joking about the mangoes, it seemed my faith was at least partially restored, as the room I had decided was the closest thing…
Suddenly, the ability to write, at least, as I had been–in this form, was vanishing; Of course, having to scrambble to some effect to make sure that I wasn't listening to Dillon Francis–
Why is Dillon Francis on The Blacklist?
Dillon Francis Made Me Laugh
Dillon Francis Made Me Cry.
The Chinese Woman from Freaky Friday, and The Chinese Woman from Dude Where's My Car are actually the same woman–she just has two jobs.
(Racist name, by the way)
His music had inspired the entire plot of Ascension…
I could be gone from it, but not forgotten or lost; at some point it seemed as though everything I had written hadn't even belonged to me…
Well, it was almost a thought process, in narrative form.
This. This is the festival project.
I felt I was being watched.
1.
relating to speeds of more than five times the speed of sound (Mach 5).
2.
relating to sound frequencies above about a thousand million hertz.
Now that I had nearly drifted off into an experience that was more in my body than out…
SUPACREE throws DILLON FRANCIS out the window.
[Everyone nods, especially DILLON FRANCIS, who seems to momentarily stop falling as if he's forgotten he ever was.]
[He is suspended in mid air]
[He hits the ground, hard. Surprisingly, he does not splatter–and luckily, appears to have already been unconscious. In the darkness, upon impact.]
Just then, I remembered who Ever was– who never was;
The daughter I had thought up and then forgotten under everything i had become;
The mumbling, stumbling drunken father I loved, only reminded me of the…
What! We can't add south park! That's too many plots!
Well, you're practically Butters.
Sacred Science: Ancient Egyptian
CC's new friend falls into an infinite loop, where SUPACREE flees for her life from superstardom and fame; He (Inwardly, also SUPACREE—) and his friend “Kiwi” relay a series of messages through several various futuristic intergalactic languages and advanced codes, which CC, operating newly as “Blū” and DJ Ū in her full creative persona, has learned to decode through music programming hypnosis, and ha developed a keen expertise in the studies of synaesthetics, and telekinesis.
[Three overly attractive idealistic males enter The Vortex]
Nothing happens without purpose or reason.
Alright, I should get on with my day.
Everything was rock hard bodies and chest hair; The matted dreads of the friend beside me added adverse texture to the clean cut and very well-to-do-looking gentlemen who had against my will-to-wish, decidedly planted themselves parallel and just out of my line of sight, by peripheral—just so that to study them I had to sneak to peek at each of them, as within moments of spotting them all at once, as always, I could tell that each of them—with great respect, in their…
MAAAAAAAAN— We waste time on SOOO much buuulllllshiiiiit!
—in their own unique sense and in the proper respective realms—they each had something to give, and to receive, to The Goddess, most recently hidden and writhing in sexless pain–
What's this around his neck.
Oh no, don't open your mouth.
[The man begins to speak; he is oversexily foreign.]
This dragon is going to destroy something!
She's going to destroy EVERYTHING. That's what she does best!
I had arguably never been so horny in my life, and nothing but the damage was being done, to my psyche and my subconscious ability to self destruct when super imposed upon.
She was wild, and wanted to know all there was to know to become and unleash the sprawling Goddess that had begun to take her Maiden form in the wash that was coming up into the shaken and awoke knowledge that was— they were all so perfect,
Sacred Science: The king of pharaonic theocracy
Is that the one you want?
Realizing I was being programmed to buy another something, I stopped myself from the influence of all that was around me, a playful gesture to indulge, by kindly rejecting the notion, in a push to finally move about my day; I was again becoming The Insomniac, or, whether or not I had known it all along, I always had been—which meant, in the suffering of losing my knack for writing anything and everything at any given time. \\
[Dillon Francis emerges from the water, gasping for every bit of breath.]
What's this crappy place?
No, i'm serious. This is horrible.
This..is the bottom of my heart.
They literally went—“within”
To the bottom of his heart, literally—
Yes, the inward infinite;
The literal material externalization–
[SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU]
Why would you say something like that?
Are they diamond encrusted?
Solid Gold, and Platinum; They're not plated.
How would you even walk in those.
I could, cause I'm man-strong —
Don't use that word around me.
No, it's a synonym of ridiculous, because ridiculous doesn't exist—Anyway.
Someone should put you to sleep.
I've Michael Jackson'd Myself three times since I got famous—and you know what I got? It wasn't sleep!
I love dudes in weird pants. Period.
Still on the outside; Dead on the inside
Inside out and On my head,
Living out loudly, and badly
Or worried, but good on the core
Wonder what's it all worth , with no surf
-En Ūtero [Extended] 6:18
Why are you walking me to my wild side?
Because it's my wild side.
–What if I gave you all my love?
Why would I want that much love?
What if it wasn't that much?
Then why would I want it at all?
and and ear for an ear, here
She said “I live a fast life”
He said, “I drive a fast car”
but it wouldn't go far, no
It wouldn't go far at all, now!
I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to
I decided my mind is a diamond
I'm higher than high now,
Hey now, The Lord of the Flies Now
I might need to file another reliable lie
There's another way to settle down, now
Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat
But need to breathe again
Can't keep secrets from the reaper,
Everything you need is simply
Everything you need is simply
Everything you need is simply green.
I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just
But I don't want to go, now!
How about a round of applause—
cause I like the sound of it
Got a Dalmatian on the Greyhound
What now? I'm finally proud of my
No, I'm just finally proud of me;
Figure out how to be found
There's another way to settle down, now
Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat
But need to breathe again
Can't keep secrets from the reaper,
Everything you need is simply
Everything you need is simply
Everything you need is simply green.
Black background, green Plus sign (insomniac sweater)
I told you, you need Skrillex.
And I told YOU to shut your dirty mouth, you hooker.
I am the only one at my table;
I am the only one on my team
I been inside the box for so long,
that if you let me out, I might scream
I am the only crayon in the whole damn box
I'm the only sand on my beach
and I don't preach what I practice;
But I practice what I preach
Should I call the reaper?
Is it martyrdom or suidice if they write a press release?
You looked like a deer in the headlights.
Oh yeah? well, you looked like a bat on a windshield
I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you can get that hat off her head.
15Gs if you can get it to touch the ground.
we're playing a game i made up
We're playing a game *I* made up.
I don't know what just happened—
But this lady just saw down straight into my soul, where a ghost lives.
—So he's almost always gonna be alright
So she's almost-always gonna be alright.
And you will *never* find me.
Why are you looking at *ME*.
Don't look at *ME* sorry.
Wait. How many people can I be at once?
[Watching—gets knocked out.]
Now, you caught me in a bad spot;
I'm getting off in dark spaces
Way beside, but along on my own, now.
Oh, Now all the way out of the way
This is innosense, in a sense
Now I'm getting caught in dark spaces;
I'm getting off in a bad spot;
Along, but way beside all on my own now
In a sense, this is innocence
All the way out of the way, Now—
In a sense, this is innocence.
I've got summer on my mind.
‘I take no part in the festival; if you look to kill me, I only ask that you do it quickly. ‘
Oh, Okay well—what happens in it?
This is how I wrote The Legend of SUPACREE.
I thought this was “The Insomniac”?
This is how I wrote this, too.
—And it doesn't stop for nothing.
It really doesn't; it doesn't stop for anything.
Bitch, what is your deal?
My soulmate made a deal with the devil;He sold the soul we share for success, wealth, and fame—but did not include love in the fine print.
Now that the stones that I Carried for The Luminaries had grown heavy, I could not carry them all at once, and at the same time was also in the process of getting smaller; So small that it would become difficult to carry one or more of the stones in my bosoms.
For some reason the whole world smelled like sex; There was nothing but bodies in the ripe perfection of the perfect paradisiacal air; Sunlight reflecting off of each and every thing thing that was under it..The days were long, and the nights were almost a blur, but I was less concerned with any one person or circumstance beyond my own well being for more than a fraction of the moment.
But because I let it become funnier, all the while behaving as an omnipotent observer, it was unfolding quite beautifully, and very theatrically; I couldn't help but keep track of the movement around me, and how it related to my innermost reflections in this existence, seemingly everlasting.
‘--Now he's gonna cut the head off this bird, I guess.'
This is beyond out of control.
The game hasn't started; the map isn't even open yet; Why are the refs making calls?
This is so far off the map.
There's a secret passageway.
All of a sudden, nothing bothered me. I was my own worst enemy, but now it seemed that I was magically washing away in my fears. Not far from freedom, I wasn't gone from the idea of what Love was, but was drawn towards a darker, more solitary cause.
I guess this is The Legend of Supacree.
[Heavy Skrillexian Accent]
Wooo00000wwwoooooowwwwwwWW.
I feel like that's an important factor.
What the fuck is this show?
I told you, the whole damn cast of;
[TIS + LEGEND OF SUPACREE + GERALD'S WORLD = ENTER THE MULTIVERSE / LEGENDS]
Maybe it's not my place, to say
I'll just say grace, and clear my plate
You know what? I like cake, you bitch!!
—Overly-agressive person!
I guess I'm just Suspiciously Capricious
Kinda skittish when I'm in my kitchen
scripting this in Yiddish,
washing dishes in my menacingly hideous unmentionables
spitting shit I didn't get to send to—
And of course, the first night I thought it either safe or warm enough to sleep entirely in the nude, the man next door somehow found it necessary to burst into my apartment, to which my lackluster and almost non-existent response became more alerting to me than the incident itself; I realized at that point, the amount of trauma I had sustained had created a nearly unexcitable individual, as I pondered the kind of reaction any ‘normal' woman might have had to that, something which may have seemed terribly frightening once upon a time, but was now, as anything else, merely comical.
I had just finished what I considered to be the conclusion of ‘Season 3' of my Podcast series, still gaining an incomprehensible cult following, to which I questioned in curiosity, but none-the-less kept present, however awaiting karmic response, or some external universal backlash, as the season, which I posted all-at-once in an effort to regain some of my consciousness, as it seemed to have been ripped away in pieces– no longer belonging to myself, but a ghost that could neither decide whether it wanted to haunt or befriend me.
In the early dawn, finally able to rest, I slipped into that of another vivid and astral projection of lucid dreaming–however, becoming increasingly sensitive to the notion of love, I chose not to record its happenings, only allowing the fondest of any memory I had kept from the dream sequence, a relief; as the connection I had received was both joyfully unexpected, and greatly needed.
With only pending payments still pending for weeks and mere days left in the dwelling I inhabited, and almost nothing left–pennies, actually, by the American standard of conversion, I kept myself from weeping and only could depend on yet another intervention of Divinity to again rescue me, again–from this, a city which may have excited me in safety, but that I had grown to dislike increasingly, only having come with hopes of releasing The Festival Project internationally, however– with this rendition of The Electric Daisy approaching quickly within the week, my sanity became wavering under the notion that EDD had any humanity, as they had seemingly used me as some sort of experimentation, dangling the money I so desperately needed like a carrot in front of me–randomly allowing payments in my greatest moments of desperation and disparity.
This disparity, however, would leave me stranded in a hostile 3rd world country.
I'm functioning at low capacity,
When I sleep, I hardly dream
Or remember where I've been in
This circle of protection,
A perfection of reflected projections
I had to write a film about it
I have albums, the advantage
I want him, but can't have him
Above average handsome man//
All I am is an obsessive fan without a family
But nothing left to stand for
I'm just buried in the sand,
And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand
A dine and dash sounds nice,
But haven't half the magic left
Maybe a can of cannellini beans,
Yeah, but then it's back to
I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of
Inside the can of rancheros,
The House Nigga caught me red handed:
I told him I was hungry, then just left it
Man. I just saw the flash
Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back
But I'd have to move my mask,
And haven't been vaccinated;
Beyond the border or internationals
I text my fake ass friends a snap
Of half of someone's head,
He's sitting in first class,
And can probably afford to check a bag,
But all I have is my back pack
And I'm certain under a black mask
Is the man who backmasked tracks,
And blasted from the past
His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks
And just like magic, she passes it.
Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah?
Who's actual class is this?
Pasqualle's a proud headmaster,
The Captain dances in his honor
I put on my cap and gown,
But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored
Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate,
I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under,
Followed one and then another,
But I never found The One,
I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with
Got computer, complete with Ableton
Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening
And singing, writing, dancing;
I was born inside the box,
And I still haven't started living
Change my name to Sunnï Daisy Raiin,
Just sorting me through all these possibilities inside my brain
Yes, I guess I've changed
LA made me everything I hate about myself
I don't want anything I need
Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed,
I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police,
Until I find the peace the city needs
And I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love;
I can't be S U P A C R E E,
She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something
But she's busy writing this.
Everybody else is drunk and on drugs; I'm keeping the records of history that's lost.
[meanwhile, lost in the sauce]
LLLAAAALLAAKANSJSKahajajaaqwqwwewwAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
[over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!!
And she's dancing like she never has before.
—regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time.
Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair.
Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES.
Regular Jesus: Oh, you're saved.
[Passes baby Jesus to Sweet Jesus, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.]
[The third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.]
Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled?
A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.]
First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. ..
Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally.
No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write.
Anyway—what were you trying to write?
Then when you did, you wanted to leave.
There will be Hell to pay!!!!
You expect Satan to pay, dad—? He doesn't have any money—he just keeps making shit up and then making people give it to him for nothing.
Yeah, literally nothing. The people that worship him go there instead of here or hell when they die.
Yeah, and then when he gets it he keeps spending it on useless shit.
I have to h/save my kid. //
(((Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy…)))
((Incase Raven summons Raven Symons))
Which Jimmy—dead Jimmy or live Jimmy?
Jimmy Fallon Live, Jimmy.
Ah yeah, the last dollar…
Westwood trees have good memories…
What?? She can see dead people?!
SO—Maybe—-maybe she can see Ricky!!!!
WESTWOOOD, CALIFORNIA, 199?
PASQUALE ROTELLA is a dashing young man; he and his friends are gathered, en route to a secret location.
Come on, Ricky—can you tell me where we're going with these Daisies strapped to our knees?????
There's that. Doompy Poomp Doompy* Poomp again
I don't know what it's doing .
...He just does whatever he wants… <<
Ugh, my brain won't stop plamping—
And you're still not done pooping..
It's been HOW MANY DAYS, since you've eaten?
OH, no—we're stuck in a tailspin again,
I didn't ask for this shit—
I just had to get lit, light a fire, get ignit—
ignited and I'm still on fire In hell but I died on the floor, right at Audiotistic
...ah WHAT??? I MISSED IT!
This bitch has been burning at the stake for like, 6 centuries or something—
–but that statistic is fake news,
just like everything they choose to feed you–
Yeah. Mom's gonna be so mad.
Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY ON EARTH WOULd (like you almost wouldn't, but you would) you TAKE YOUR BABY SISTER TO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?
Cause that planet's a blast!
Yeah—she really does—it's just—you know—
He knows! He knows! He knows! He knows it was us!!
[GODS MADNESS, RAGE AND WRATH TEARS–]
God shits and sometimes by a happy accident, it makes music and you get all ugly and make bass faces at places and it's almost as if–
[BECKY is eating a well-seasoned dish.]
It tastes weird, or something
(Becky, eating seasoning)
In the distant past, in linear time—
I swear, this dude is just letting it
I thought we'd get to make it together and get to laugh about it somehow,
but now I'm just stuck in a bathroom trying to figure out how to push the rest of it out,
I'm almost proud of this—took a long time to come back around but,
man—the best planets have longest orbits around—
and it's been about a thousand thousand thousand times since I scene my—your—light come out…
Satan tried to draw me out, I hate this.
Make my gravy, Tessalate all these maybes—
try to hide the grief I have for my babies—but heaven knows,
God sends angels everyday to pave the way through heavens gates—
I begged and begged he not take your love
and Satan he, gave me the option of swapping mine for yours—
“sure, the world needs you way more than it needs me for”
And I forgot my little...little...little…
Look around you… what do you seee?
( SUPACREEE at dreamstate, meditating)
There's this cricket that lives
“I wish someone would sing for me,
I wish someone would sing for me”
If he makes me cry one more time...
there's going to be a tour;
And it's just infinite, isn't it--
There's really nowhere safe,
that I could run from him
A sad actor with black magic
A bad pastor with bad habits
A black cat, and a hat and in it
Is everything I ever imagined
There's going to be a crowd
I'm gonna want to be in it
And it's just infinite isn't it
Can't go on tour with him
Settle down in this awful town
While I try to figure out,
And if this is about Skrillex
AHHH THIS ISN'T HAPPENING.
This is--did you Put The Skrillex in The Skrillex, like I said?
...did you put the Skrillex in The Skrillex?
Put the-the Skrillex in the Skrillex
Skrillex-t-Skrillex-Skrillex
Skrillex is Skrillex-Skrillex
YOU DON'T REMEMBER WRITING ‘THE SKRILLEX SONG'?
Oh, She stole all ya'll music.
She took all of my songs.
I mean, not all of them--just the bangers.
I'm not going to Mexico for Dillon Francis.
SUPACREE pays the incarcerated SKRILLEX under observation a series of visits, using her invisibility cloak.
[[*This would be along the same storyline (using a linear “time”) where SUPACREE has gained most of her abilities, and is also terrorizing Dillon Francis (*interns scene).
Just to get this straight; Nobody can see SUPACREE?
But she's--basically--beating the shit out of people.
Yeah, she's just... fucking shit up.
No. Nobody at all, just the DJ's.
Scary Monsters and SUPACREE.
Like...wait, what are you saying?
When you put them in order--
Bruh. I just got a dick pic from Dillon Francis.
I don't think it was an accident…
It has a personalized greeting, with my name in it.
I mean--not “let me see”, I just meant--the greeting. Like, what did it say?
Was there a show tonight?
Maaaayyybe, I don't know where it would be...
Yo dude, I'm calling--WOAH.
I got a message from him too!
Oh shiiiit, what's it say?
What if it's his dick, bro?
Oh SHIT, what the fuck HAPPENED?
Does yours have a message?
What did happen…? I feel like--wait, is that--huh.
What does the message say?
It does have a message...wait--let me see yours again.
[staring at phone, cocking head slowly to one side]
((Ohh, I like this, the audio pans like--))
I feel like mine's at a different angle.
A different angle--wh--let me see.
[cocks head to the side slowly, returning to his phone to compare the photos]
Oh shit, that is at a different angle. With different lighting!
Well, what did you do when you were Skrillex?
Yo. That dude has like 16 passports. I had a lot of fun as Qua Long.
Shenanigans As Dillon Francis--
Oh shit, this is gonna be a long list.
It's actually not that much.
Dillon Francis sits at his desk in his Lair/Office. A pile of legal paperwork is stacked in front of him.
((Oh shit, where's the scene where he's got the glasses?))
Oh, right--cause he has a--
How the fuck did Dillon Francis get to be Captain of the Motherfucking Bampheramphs?!
FUCK that, he's not my captain.
That is not my President.
**Insert: This Is: Dillon Francis Here
Damn dude. Dillon Francis needs an entire character analisis.
(Okay, keep that misspelling, that's hilarious. Anyway)
I think I might have to write one.
Yo dude, i”m like half capacity for Dillon Francis
Well, I mean it's corona virus so--
Need a dialysis just to get this
With blood and with ashes
These park and raves are crazy
Electric Daisy is inside me
And all the patrons waiting, waving
You never know where he goes,
Ive never seen this one before!
Well-something old, something new--it's Skrillex.
Yeah, but I like Skrillex.
AGH, THIS MUSIC IS DISTRACTING ME.
It was so clear, and then it just--
A circle of dancing people summon wishes out of the center of their Concentrical Circle.
I'm pretty sure this already happened. I remember that.
Uh. It did. It happened like, last season--
--maybe even the season before that.
What! I thought we were watching the Pilot!
I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MOVIE.
Wait--when did you get here?
I...have always been here.
She's been going on like this for two days.
Have you tried to stop her?
No, it's too good; Plus, she can sense us coming it's--watch this. Queue the passerby.
A passerby moves towards the garden in the far east corner of the observatory;
Are you recording all of this?
Even better; We're broadcasting it.
(in space, in what (was thought to be, anyway) a Void in the unknown.
Uh, it WAS a void in the unknown, until a satellite crossed into it)
What the fuck, is that a Satelite?
A satellite? Which satellite? I've got dozens of satellites.
Elon Musk: ...Was it one of mine?
((To literally nobody's surprise))
Literally, nobody--because literally nobody ever existed, ever. Until this happened.
Okay? I'm in a lot of shit.
We all are. But not this.
Why he looked at me like that.
But how could he have even known; Where could he have ever been, that I was that would make it make sense.
Okay, honestly--it's almost funny now, because yeah--I'd probably also react that same way if I knew someone was going to write that about me.
Panicked; I had a heart attack.
Have you seen that thing?
I've been inside of this story before.
I've been inside all of them.
Most of them, I just choose to forget.
What makes it so that you choose?
I actually stopped breathing.
First of all that party was lit as fuck and you missed it.
I didn't miss it, I just... attended at a limited distance.
Bruh, I just miss when SNAILS was Captain.
Too bad we can't go back.
[Ted, Ted, and Ted meet Todd, Todd, and Todd at Lost In The Sauce Lands.]
So basically--all 6 of them fuck up at the same time and end up In this--
It's basically a void that lasts infinitely at Lost Lands.
You better quit it, before you get Stuck in The Skrillex.
Have you ever seen a mosh pit at--
NO. I'm not ready to talk about it.
It was really therapeutic.
-it was nice, they had protective equipment
-there was a line, and a queue
-it was literally the safest moshpit I've ever attended
Meanwhile, at the Skrillex concert:
Please. No amount of marijuana is going to make you capable of understanding--
I'm not trying to understand, i'm trying to cope; okay?
This nigga has magical powers.
There were so many bombs.
Oh, shit, is that what we're calling it?
He didn't “get it”, he just had it.
How could he just “have it.”
I had to do something; They were going to kill him.
What happened to your “survival of the fittest”
This is different because he isn't sick, or defective--he's just...created…
...differently. So it's different.
Woah. That's a lot of shit.
It is a lot. What the fuck.
I swear to GOD i've been in this WOBBLE for over a MINUTE NOW.
Ah, The Wobbles. Here, we meet:
and some other wobble people
Bruh. I am so tired. What does this dude eat for breakfast?
I guess we insert that scene with Dillon Francis here, right?
Oh shit, is that what we called it?
The Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile.
That strange Double Decker from Harry Potter.
I don't know. I don't have time for the internet right now.
Now they call me “The Internet.”
So. Next time I die, that's it--everything just stops.
Eventually I'm gonna get sick of this shit
Cause I was born to rage.
Ahhs, those were the days.
FIRST OF ALL PASQUALE, THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS.
I think she's more proud and impressed, but pissed at the same time, because he's just so nonchalant and calm about it.
Oh please, that nigga is not calm.
Have you seen his eyes? They're wild. Wild, I tell you.
OKay what the fuck is happening; Pasqualle's eating Twinkies right now.
Dude, the world is ending.
I don't think the world is “ending”, it's just...something's probably wrong with it or something.
[[watching virtual rave]]
oh yes, something is wrong with it definitely.
What is actually happening right now.
This shit just lifted us into space--
--this isn't it, is it?--
You're still at that rave?
You have reception in space?...Hello…
Oh Hell No. My Phone cut off!
Bruh, I just lost service.
Oh, what-- I still have service.
What? When did you get here?
What, no you haven't, I--
What? How do you have service? What carrier is this?
I don't know--have you asked Google about it?
No, fuck that, I don't want to talk to Google about it--she's just going to make me over analyse everything--
Maybe you should over-analyse it.
Hey man, the word ‘analysis' is starting to look funny.
Of course it looks funny, it starts with ‘anal'
Hooe shit, have you seen that bitch?
Did she say that? I believe it.
I don't know if I believe it.
WHY ARE YOU IN THE FLESH?!
I did not DO this; I couldn't DO this!
But you can. You can do everything. You are everything.
Alright. Then you're not.
If you honestly believe that--or whatever you honestly believe--then that's facts.
Damn, she put you in a “Fuck You” Chamber.
What did you do to this girl, oh my god dude; I hate you.
Oh now, dear; Hate is such a strong word.
So that's what “Damn” is.
THAT'S the name of your Supergroup?
I wanted to call us “Trifecta”
This is where you want your Kingdom?
I've been at this rave for 57 days.
No. Guys. We gotta get out of here.
Noooo. We're just getting started.
No. Guys. I'm serious. Something is happening.
...Freddy Mercury? Really.
I'm gonna need you to take the day off.
He's not crazy, he's just gay!
Okay. But how do you know him?
Take you...to… Billie Ellish?
If that's what you're calling...her... now...yes.
DILLON FRANCIS / SUPACREE
Lady, how old are you--and what is this shit?
Suit yourself. It's there if you ever want it.
Dillon Francis is searching frantically for extra magic when--
[He comes across the flask, and snatches it.]
Yeah, I know; it's crazy, right?
You just found him like this?
I tripped over him at a bus stop.
What did Dillon Francis do to you?
((You should know it, you wrote--))
What is your favorite invention?
What's your favorite color?
“When The Day Met The Night”
Has Brenden Urie been to the future?
it's that part! It's that part.
Nigga this is it--this is the shit I told you!
So...how many channels is this on?
It's on millions of channels throughout the interdimensions and counting.
“Millions of channels throughout the interdimensions,”
Not only are we Global; We are now Interplanetary, and our Communication Technology has connected us into the outer dimensions, and intersecting parallels.
Are you guys done blowing eachother up yet?
You're idiots; This was supposed to be a redemption for your entire species, and you fuckwads ruined...pretty much everything. Now we have to mellow out your entire civilization--
--yeah, or annihilate it--
---just for you backwards savages to get lifted into the Ascension.
Ow? What's wrong? Are you Okay?!
-------------------------------------------------------BOOM---------------------------------------------------------------
S/HE CAME THROUGH MY SUBWOOFER.
She came in through the bathroom window.
No, no, no--let me be the DJ.
I don't know. Something Something Sonny Something.
It was just a long day, that's all…
And then I hear Skrillex is on his way HERE?
No, it isn't--it's a comedy.
No, it isn't-it has Sad Dillon Francis.
Exactly. If it has sad Dillon Francis in it, it's tragic. It's supposed to be dramatic.
Dillon Francis was crying in it? That's fantastic. That's hilarious.
Sad Dillon Francis? I don't want to see sad Dillon Francis!
Oh, you're right--we're all sad.
He is actually not a bad actor.
He was really good in it.
Oh, my God--it was really good.
It's nominated for an Oscar.
C'mon man --do you know how long it took to get my hands on this?
They have them at Fantastik.
Do you know what I had to do?
KLIPTOWN EMPYREAN, OH I GET IT, IT'S--
You're never gonna get it.
‘Nah, you're never gonna get it.
I DON'T KNOW--THE ONE THAT GETS US OUT OF HERE.
How'd you learn how to do that?
No, he doesn't. He doesn't know.
Oh, he doesn't know what he did?
That it's like, magic, or...what is that.
Well...what do you think it is?
I don't think, I just listen; and if anything sounds interesting, I just send it in.
I'm glad you did this in person. No one else can know about this; Not even our affiliates.
Woah, it actually came back
I told you, if it was a good idea, it would always come back.
Besides, it's already happened.
Damn. This shit gets deep.
I don't get how it's deep. And I don't get how it's DIllon Francis.
I can't even imagine how this happened.
Anyway, why is she cooking this nigga breakfast?
Because he's dead, he should have a nice breakfast.
Yeah, you're probably right.
Yah! If you like it so much, just take it--
DUDE, SHE TOOk ONE OF MY MAGNETS.
Besides, I have another one just like it--but tiny.
Have you seen this Billie Ellish kid?
Yeah, she's kind of terrifying.
BILLIE ELLISH is an Old Soul.
(it's true, she actually is)
A really, really old soul.
Not really, but-- (Shrugs)
That's it? That was the fast?
I...don't know how to do this.
Sure you do,you just do it.
You don't know how you shine the sun, you just do it
Damn dude, Skrillex is kicking ass and taking names all day in this.
*This is the dimension where pretty much, everything is Skrillex.
Well, Everything is Skrillex.
Is this the one with the Bellagio Fountain?
The Conniption. He remixed it.
“The Conniption”; that's what people are calling it.
Bro..you leave the fandom, you leave the kingdom.
What Kingdom? Dog, this isn't a Kingdom, it's just random.
Bro, people LOVE IT. Now they want you to do a collab together.
A collab with Skrillex? I can't afford a collab with Skrillex..
You have to do a collab with Skrillex!
Uh, I don't have to do anything. Especially that.
You're getting residuals off my existence.
SKRILLEX is a SUPERSTAR DJ.
SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ.
This combination is potentially hazardous.
...is there something you need me to do?
It's... hard to talk about it...
Then don't, you don't have to speak, at all, you know.
Oh what, he's telepathic?
Homeotelepathy. What is that?
Dude, I don't want to see Skrillex. That shit is terrifying.
You're terrified of Skrillex?
Wow, he's a rocket scientist.
How did you get to this Planet?
Are you Finished with the Skrillex?
AGH. I hate this place! Everything is YES.
Oh yeah, you're a fucking Skrillex. How about that?
Call me Skrillex again, you little bitch--just look me in the eye and say it.
Magic, this is all magic.
Yeah, I know this guy; This is Jimmy Fallon's magic.
What the fuck I thought it was a planet.
*Ahem. Jimmy Fallon's Magic Galaxy.
WHAT. Jimmy Fallon isn't a Bampheramph.
Actually, he just made Captain.
No, that was... that just happened.
Come with--actually, you can stay right there.
How does he have that? What did he ask for?
You can't just go around granting wishes!
I was just trying to manage these prayers, one-handedly.
You can't just answer all the prayers as “wishes granted” that's why we have this system.
No, not me--not today, Satan; I can't TAKE IT.
What are they calling me?
They don't know it's you, they're still calling you Jesus.
Well of course they still worship Jesus.
Well, any Jesus--All The Jesus.
Well, no use crying over spilled Skrillex.
But what do we do with it?
Well, we're just going to have to get rid of it.
Get rid of it? Fuck that!
Didn't you say you wanted to *sissappear?
No it isn't--it isn't Skrillex.
What do you mean “It isn't Skrillex”? It's Skrillex.
What are you talking about--it's--
or a magnet, that managed to stick
I hang out in this memory
I thought maybe I could manage it
But it just keeps happening
I know where the rest is.
I'm dying, right? I have to be dying.
But I'm dying. I've been here before and I've felt it.
Check the price on a flight.
I've tried to find this guy about a million times.
I know where he hides it.
yeah --but how does it end?
You actually have to leave, to get out of here.
Don't do what? I didn't do anything.
This is the way she wanted it.
This morning my mind was made up;
I was going to Thailand for over a month.
Like a pastry in the morning;
Seems like a great treat but really,
So we'll have a Mexican Wedding
Damn. How did Dillon Francis get so high up???
Well, I found him hanging from a tree, so.
I don't know how to explain this…
Oh shit, I get it; I'm Gerald.
Dude, I can't tell the story of Gerald. Only Dillon Francis can do that.
That's right. Gerald is his friend--
And that's it. It just ends.
Now I'm dancin by the fountain
I wanted his job, off the topic
I'm sopping wet, shopping my
Body and thoughts, auctioning em off
Talking about rockstars and
But home is where the heart is—
Maybe it'll make me (or him) richer
“Why is this bitch here?”
Shut your face, Liz Lemon and kiss me
This isn't miss America—listen to me,
I'm like ANDY C and Jimmy Fallon had a baby
“Pick up your face, Liz Lemon.”
I am one of the greatest,
I just wanted to make it;
I burned all my sweaters,
I might be homeless, maybe, yeah
Maybe I'm famous one day,
02. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE...the...movie? Or...The... PILOT-PILOT
I don't know how to explain this…
Oh shit, I get it; I'm Gerald.
Dude, I can't tell the story of Gerald. Only Dillon Francis can do that.
That's right. Gerald is his friend--
And that's it. It just ends.
WHO HATES BLACK PEOPLE!!!?!
It's Satan, the reason, America is evil
Shhhhh! Don't tell GOOGLE.
Boys! What are you up to in there l?
Somebody's going to get hit with that door, eventually
((Heaven's door, I hope…)
Well, how many Doors are there in Hell?
That's right, how many have we already—
Ohhhhh—-the lifetime when we were Jim and…
Explains my affinity for redheads.
[something happened between us, and I'll try to come back to it—but Satan lives below me, and so I got distracted]
And I hate this mangled face
Love to tessalate shapes at angles
But the country that runs guns to other countries and sells slovenly sundries exported and extorted from—
Tonight, we're burning shirts and dandelions
Tonight, we're burning shirts and dandelions
Tonight, we're burning stars, and eating hearts,
And starting forest fires
All my life, I had to fight
All my life, I had to fight
I had to fight—uncle mike
05. “The Water Situation”
Band: “The Water Situation”
Laz: IT IS TIME FOR US TO COME TOGETHER—
Lightning hit, thunderstorm
FOR US TO UNITE, UNDER THE SKY—
TONIGHT. WE ARE. THE LIGHT.
Always, rootin for the home team
Always rooting for th home team
Always l, givin you somethin you never seen
Always, [rest] rooting for the home
I bought for these wings,
(If you're not on our team, you already lost—before even showing up!!!)
Gotta find a way to keep it pushing
Turn it up, like Armin Van Buren
Along with all the monsters;
Now puff puff pass it on;
And it's blessins on blessin
Heather's All Alone supacreemixx
Dressed in leather what a pleasure;
Father figure was a dancer;
Now we are past the brink of infinity
Tune into me, tune into me
This is the me, I'm Supacree
On everything on everything.
On everything, on everything—
History in the making is this:
I lift you out of a ditch,
And then it begins again:
What story starts at the end;
Have you ever started from
Till you flatline! [BEEP]
Never eating, always thinking
Always dreams are leaking into
The Supacree, a living dream;
A dreamgirl if you're Effie B—
For all the pain that Effie laid in
When she laid her eyes on
No! But we know Jimmy can't sing no more songs
You don't know where I'm from
If you never been up north,
Would you even know where to go,
If Google didn't tell you—
You're nothing to me, Jimmy
Or lying about everything
Burn me like sweaters, please
The king of my everything is nothing
Cause it couldn't ever be me, a Queen
Now I have a wedding ring
I'm just a crazy obsessive piñata, man
Well below average, or standard—
Haven't had the chance to dance
07. Jimmy Fallon's Galaxy
You're nothing to me, Jimmy
Or lying about everything
Burn me like sweaters, please
The king of my everything is nothing
Cause it couldn't ever be me, a Queen
Now I have a wedding ring
I'm just a crazy obsessive piñata, man
Well below average, or standard—
Haven't had the chance to dance
Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there—you're nothing and nothing—hey—nothing—what's what?
nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “well then, what's because—?”
>>>Well, at least they play South Park Now<<<
INFINITY! Infinity! BITCH! GET THE PICTURe
This is so much, she'll never remember it.
Maybe if we send her encrypted messages, she'll eventually remember inventing it
Suicide letters? I like, write those for a living.
Must be awesome in the world of careless thought—
In the world of “I can do what I want” cause I have everything I need and all the right parts—
And that's the reason he has everything he needs, is the right parts—the right amount of white, a right start a
She says I'm a crack baby
And wants to take me back to hell where she made me and my soul mate playing some game with Satan (who she hates,who buried me when he married me and then—
—well, not in that order,
(like all of LA during fake quarantine)
Yeah. The moment you said it, the only people who might have—
Oh shit— can dragons die of starvation?
Not if that dragon is Hatian—remain patients//patient
Americans are evil, not all inherently—
but let me explain this shit.
all that too, give you something to go back to—
Careful, don't get stuck in a loop;
Good Segway to that, Ohh—
It'll give you something to look back on and laugh to just in case he reads it all and laughs and says:
Raven—you're only supposed to have like, 3 lines, this shit's budget, and we're running out of time, and time is probably the most expensive thing I can find—yeah—I'm sure of it—or I'm sure—or at least, I'm sure for the 3rd time.
Find what 3s actually do, and you'll be fine.
BITCH IF YOU REMEMBER WRITING THE RULES, the.
[oh shit. The reality hits, you may never finish this shit.]
TOLD YOU, there is no “in” to it!!!!!]
infinity crashes into negativities plans to wreak havoc on my back —
What was I even about to—
Somebody shut that dragon up before I banish it to—-what the fuck was it called again?
Why would you call it that?
Drake talked about this one.
He talks a lot about magic.
Especially black girl magic—-
Or maybe just “girl” magic.
Don't touch that with a ten foot pole.
That you saw yourself running up,
Prevented what you thought might be coming—but it's not—cause you caught it—and sent it to Nothing—
Oh shit—“just Jimmy” >>>in the future
Every time I get down to my last dollar? I think about Jimmy Fallon—
Maybe it's just a safety device against suicide,
Eventually, I'll laugh or write something I'll probably like, or find
When I'm trying to figure out why and how
I even started writing about
“Jimmy Fallon” in my Google docs
And if I haven't at least chucked yet—
I might, at that point, At least.
I'm functioning at low capacity,
When I sleep, I hardly dream
Or remember where I've been in
This circle of protection,
A perfection of reflected projections
I had to write a film about it
I have albums, the advantage
I want him, but can't have him
Above average handsome man//
All I am is an obsessive fan without a family
But nothing left to stand for
I'm just buried in the sand,
And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand
A dine and dash sounds nice,
But haven't half the magic left
Maybe a can of candelini beans,
Yeah, but then it's back to
I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of
Inside the can of rancheros,
The House Nigga caught me red handed:
I told him I was hungry, then just left it
Man. I just saw the flash
Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back
But I'd have to move my mask,
And haven't been vaccinated;
Beyond the border or internationals
I text my fake ass friends a snap
Of half of someone's head,
He's sitting in first class,
And can probably afford to check a bag,
But all I have is my backpack
And I'm certain under a black mask
Is the man who backmasked tracks,
And blasted from the past
His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks
And just like magic, she passes it.
Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah?
Who's actual class is this?
Pasqualle's a proud headmaster,
The Captain dances in his honor
I put on my cap and gown,
But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored
Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate,
I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under,
Followed one and then another,
But I never found The One,
I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with
Got computer, complete with Ableton
Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening
And singing, writing, dancing;
I was born inside the box,
And I still haven't started living
Change my name to Sunnï Daisy Raiin,
Just sorting me through all these posibilities inside my brain
Yes, I guess I've changed
LA made me everything I hate about myself
I don't want anything I need
Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed,
I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police,
Until I find the peace the city needs
And I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love;
I can't be S U P A C R E E,
She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something
But she's busy writing this.
or a magnet, that managed to stick
I hang out in this memory
I thought maybe I could manage it
But it just keeps happening
I know where the rest is.
I'm dying, right? I have to be dying.
But I'm dying. I've been here before and I've felt it.
Check the price on a flight.
I've tried to find this guy about a million times.
I know where he hides it.
yeah --but how does it end?
You actually have to leave, to get out of here.
Don't do what? I didn't do anything.
This is the way she wanted it.
This morning my mind was made up;
I was going to Thailand for over a month.
Like a pastry in the morning;
Seems like a great treat but really,
So we'll have a Mexican Wedding
Damn. How did Dillon Francis get so high up???
Well, I found him hanging from a tree, so.
I don't know how to explain this…
Oh shit, I get it; I'm Gerald.
Dude, I can't tell the story of Gerald. Only Dillon Francis can do that.
That's right. Gerald is his friend--
And that's it. It just ends.
08. 08. -ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: The Switch
