Leather collars, harnesses
Plush encounters, fur lined walls
Kept underground, as always
What happens in cerulean stays in cerulean
I only smile when I see the color yellow and then dream of him,
Seeking nothing but solace
At the concourse, we converse momentarily
And then go our separate ways
And arrived in the real world
What you've lost from the world
But almost, as we're once swarmed the waters
Keep it better quiet now,
Keep it better quiet now, your secrets
There lies no tru loyalty to bands tied
Besides to one's own self
Desire and claim as another
There is no claim to faith or mercy
Than what comes between us,
—mother, you're not listening
How am i bound to that besides being
—I don't know where I'm from.
Listen, I'm gonna need you
It seems like these scenes are getting shorter.
I fuckin hate you. I hate you.
Seems like there's something more important I should be doing.
Are you sure this is the right place.
I swear to God, Google knows everything.
Google don't know shit about SHIT.
Beyoncé is relevant to everything.
I don't trust you, but I believe you.
I developed a new phobia.
I don't know, I can probably use it in a fight or something.
SPECIAL ABILITY UNLOCKED.
I see you looking over my shoulder
I see the shadows, I try not to jump at em.
I spent six months in a coffin, you know
I spent my life a sarcophagus
Try not to mutter those haunts in a hospital
Try to recover from trauma
Uncovered post traumatics,
Anxiety attacks and a lot of those—
SONNY MOORE aka SKRILLEX appears.
Come on! What's his name!? What's his name?!
Are you serious? Another shapeshifter?
I guess welll just have to kill them all, then.
I wasn't faking my symptoms at all, actually.
My heart had dropped, and been pounding and fluttering insessantly—
It had been a hard week, but especially the last three days;
Everyone seemed to be wearing clothing with stars or bears on it,
I fucking hate champion sportswear.
But the palpitations were real as ever— and now—
On a Saturday night in the Jamaica, Queens medical center emergency room,
Only this time I knew exactly why.
‘Too Bizzare' by Skrillex begins to play, via Complications 003- The Trauma Method.
It was ironic, but still startling,
Started with some nostalgic traumas,
Every other time I saw an ER doctor
Fuck, I just realized I have to airdrop myself 880 times.
Did you say you were a doctor?
Listen, I'm gonna need you to backtrack to get to the bottom of this.
We caught you at 27 different angles doing this.
Ohh. Cerulean. My favorite.
I know everything about you.
What the fuck do you want from me.
Listen. I. Am not. A God,
Right. That's exactly what a God would say.
No they wouldn't! Because a God wouldn't say anything!
Might as well not think about it
Might as well just stay awake then
It don't matter to me, now
I go crazy just making arrangements,
If you like it, you should have it
But actually I'm in a wild panic
It might be a heart attack
It don't matter to me, I said
I don't mind, at all, now
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to anyone
Might as well not think about it
Might as well just stay awake then
Palpitations and precipitations at the pulpit
Preacher, please don't make me a culprit
Almost half of me is not mine!
I've been walking out, in straight lines
I been making most of my nights
I've been spending my time
Trying not to down in my mind
Where are the other nine?
DEADMAU5 (head and all) stands at a tall podium in the center of the room)
I'm not playing for deadmau5.
Congratulations—you're the next superstar DJ.
After a few moments of comic tension, the Deadmau5 head rolls back in through the exit which he has taken.
No matter what you do, you're a superstar DJ.
Die, you want to try, try
So then, I followed this long hallway under the stage deck.
Uhhuh, where'd the door lead?
I guess that's why it's called ‘music'—a musician without muses is just useless.
‘Well, whose next?' I wondered. All of my muses were not just so wonderful to me, but adored by many—and perhaps this is what allured me most—beffldled ans confounded me; once my mind was set on somehh th int, there was nothing else its eye could see—and for how long one God could only know, how deep the love would go and that the blood would run deep, and the scars to show for it, only upon my heart and never by soul—for a love was a love, and even once came and gone, to the end of my life I knew I would still ponder upon them, at one time or another, my muses—star studded lovers, rather than crossed, shiny and golden like all diamond and trophies so treasured and thought of as precious.
Another tongue in cheek thought, for the other that I was, and also was not, as summer drew onward as short as it would come and go—a reminder to leave the apartment more often, and to mind my manners, to find the upper echelon wherever it was and come quietly into its doors, to open my world and wordform of thought, into a place where my heart always was; then, and only then, would I be home. Amongst the men and women of the uppercut and classy, luxurious big fishing ponds and flocks of doves upon olive branches—the peaceful world long parted from where mine was, by only the fault of my own. What had been done just certainly was, and yet, what was to come was an open poem, not of mine, but Godform in thought.
‘I wonder what's at the top of Rockefeller Plaza.'
—perhaps, a gander at the bottom of an even larger entertainment complex.
Then, again, only God would know what was beyond all that I wanted; a job—and not just any job at all— the one that I had always wanted.
Suddenly the taste of a white confetti crème filled my mouth with a delicious remnince of what it might be like to taste a confectionary sugar again—but i couldn't imagine ever making it just on talent and charisma alone—no. Indeed, it seemed something had damaged my charm, and perhaps it was just the swarms and droves of phone controlled masses that saw me as nothing more than dust, I had started to surrender my desire to perform, and the quality of my music—along with my ability to make it, suffered with the awful thing that had been crowding my soul at all—whatever it was, evil and dark in nature, sure saw to it that it wanted to hurt me in all the ways that it could—and in all the ways it could not, I stayed away from most others, favoring my delisuins of love.
‘Nobody seems to understand that the pain they cause will only harm themselves.', I thought
Younger souls, however, they were—and they would be kept in the pain that I was in one way or another until eventual death, far behind me on the infinite road to the source. Far enough behind, that it seeker to destroy my progress, and for all that it could, it also couldn't.
The infliction of pain would simply not act as a measure for control any longer.
Of into my own world, where I was at least free from the thoughts and judgement of others.
She's the most beautiful girl,
And I'm the most beautiful boy;
So naturally, we belong together, don't we?
Picket fences and a family
TV dreams and exquisite pretty people
Burning candles, fire flames and
Guest characters and cameos,
Repeat offenders, multiple appearances
Suddenly, really, it's another need
Butterflies and new beginnings
Haven't bothered going on a walk
Put the gun up under my chin
Just cause I didn't blow up
I could stop for a moment
Wash my mind out with soap
Like I'm ten years younger, even
You can't even hide underwater
For the love of God, for the love of
For the love of Rockefeller Plaza
Another possible walk of stars
I'mma just keep preaching
(I'm blind to my own design, sometimes)
Close your eyes and say thrice, kids
I walk amongst the highest
Better just die and keep trying
I am the God of the eye, I am
(That's right, three times)
No black and white television,
In my dimension we pay attention to centrifugal,
The mission isn't in materialism,
If money the God,l of your eye,
Your money is nothin to us
Part of me never left Boston
Part of me never left homeless
You never heard this song
I'm an ugly kid, you don't notice me
Rooftop smells like soy sauce
Can we get back to this, please?
Damn. She really whooped her ass, though.
Janet, can I borrow you for a second?
[Whoopi Holdberg appears in the doorway, gesturing “c'mon”]
I got convictions on my lips,
The worst of all was, it really did seem like they were racists—
Not just racists— the most deadly kind of racists.
You really want it this way, don't you?
If there's a mile in here, I swear to god..
You remember these guys, right?
GOOD CANNABIS, FAIRBANKS, ALASKA
Alright, we might have fucked up.
Look, I don't care what color it is; I want that book in my library.
I did not, all i said was
It was more the *swoon* that did it.
Fuck, I lost deadmau5 again
He's still there! He's right there, you see him?
No! This isn't deadmau5. We want deadmau5 bring him BACK.
Man, God never puts my dishes back in the right place, like ever.
I told you, I don't live here, I'm just…
Where the fuck have you been?
You don't know—you smell funny.
“Funny” is that what that smell is?
—did you go to a party without me?
You. Old. One here and die, you know l
It's cattle call for curtain calls guy
This is the Tower of Babel
—it's not as fast, when it's not going all the way up
Are you sure this is where it was or—?
—I'm still in your stirrups
I'm lost in New York, then
Adele remix is on have a seat
I still need a hat, a half dollar
You could win an award for this;
Nope, that's just the office,
I'm still homeless, unless I
They got cabanas on top of offices!
_this looks fun, doesn't it?
I altered the course of history
Various social atrocities
This is hypocrisy! lol rly
Hyper awareness and, psychic inclinations…
You realize the more low quality people you let in
The more low quality this country becomes, don't you?
I put a roll in the back of the chosen ones.
Now something seldom ever happens
I know enough about the girl next door to know
My undeservedness of such,
(I'm standing on top of you)
Put somebody worthy on the fourth floor
I know enough about the man upstairs to know
Why would you wait 30 years
Something is certainly off about her.
It was more probably something like
Stop breeding these things,
—they don't make love either
Well, look where your lust took you!
Look where your love took you:
My arms are too short to jump the turnstyle,
My ex husband left permanent scars on
Of course I bit him, he was strangling me.
You definitely won this fight.
Look, if I don't call for security,
This bitch is gonna make me kill her.
Look, I gotta get ahead in this.
They got like….white slaves now.
This is what the white supremacy just did to everyone else:
[world in crisis except for for people who look like Kayla Lauren, to whom EVERYTHING is a fucking crisis, that isn't]
BECKY/KAREN/WICKED WITCH OF WHITE AMERICA
I'm offended that you signed your like 12 year old daughter up to pose nearly nude, but—
Hey look, it's us now; is this freedom?!
Why are all the female models like 12 and all the male models are fully grown men—
Wait. Something tells me all the pedophiles and all the white supremacists are in the same group…
I'll kill you and take the whole world with me.
Thing is, I'm actually making it.
Ok. Wait 30 years though so you look and sound REALLY fucking stupid.
What's the statute of limitations for—
NOBODY YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT
This is Texas being petty.
I'm serious, wtf is wrong with you.
Yep, it's definitely some kind of
Hunts Point Food Distribution Cente
Lmfao I need this word hold on
eliminating redundancies, setting strict timelines, and allowing cases to proceed contemporaneously
[ Finally, recognizing the danger that social media poses to young people and mental health, New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene Commissioner Dr. Ashwin Vasan today issued a Health Commissioner's Advisory identifying unfettered access to and use of social media as a public health hazard, just as past U.S. surgeons general have done with tobacco and firearms.]
I still don't understand how this—
Tryna fuck with my mind with
I ain't got time for that
Oh, so he put a curse on sunni blu, too?
When all my aliases come up
This dumb motherfucking drunk
In the words that he left
In the words that he left
I'll unwrap flags on your
Put a curse on my alter ego
You're at home with the young apostle
He never even liked his father
So turned him to a mother,
Told his mother to run far,
In light skinned clothing
You don't know to explode
Find something to pass the time,
Fuck a pedophile wifebeater
Bury him in the woods with his fury
I'm coming up with reverse curses
I'll bury you in the woods,
I get what I want when I want it
I buy everything I used to steal
These tears in my heart say I'm healing
What's the difference, anyway?
I've never been fit for your interests, or industry
Add everything to my Amazon cart, then
Nothing is greater in heaven
As it is in hell, for this industry
Check your messages, then
Shut up kid, this doesn't involve you
You're not included in the package
Michael c hall and John c Riley reprise Mr. Cellophane in the style of DEXTER MORGAN.
I met her at The Jumping Point
…If you haven't seen him at his worst…
…Then you don't deserve him at his best.
It's got four doors,
I know you can't afford it,
What I want a car in New York for?
Cork off the bottle, huh?
Still stick in the Capstone,
Losing more the Mortimer,
I cannot resist a chocolate cake!
Seriously, I'm telling you.
Yo, i'm telling you: she's spot on.
Precise. Always right. Even on Tuesdays.
Why would it matter if it's Tuesday or not?
Most Psychics are wrong on Tuesdays.
You didn't know about this?
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