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'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 that 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—
