The ‘-complications.' mixtape compilation series which focuses its internal monologue on the ideology of exploratory existentialism, using simple and classic mixing techniques into smooth transitions which mirror synchronicities in time, musical elements, and lyricism to illustrate a vortex of collisions in cosmic omniscience, theming its recurring dominant soundscapes into a singular foundational focal point, and centering its multidimensionality into a gripping pull to return its emphasis on reflecting at checkpoints as if to reiterate a greater hidden meaning.

Okay—we're all adults here—

(Everyone nods, yesses in agreement)

—except deadmau5. He's like 5.

I have a name.

Does anyone care?

Okay, ouch.

Oh, he feels!

ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever.

Lol.

I drank a lot in the third trimester.

He becomes a de facto villain— of course, because of his ridiculous name and of course, living in the shadow of his parent's fame and fortune.

Who the fuck are his parents?

JOEL

Not it.

Brand new turnkey apartment

Post near, food floor all that

Way way higher than the fourth floor

All that

Way way higher than your front door

All that

Wow,

How I've always been needed

And never been loved

Moog Grandmother

Ableton Push 2

Pioneer Model One

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Polar opposites,

My solar plexus is off or something,

Dropping stuff,

Walking like I'm drunk,

Talking strange, voice is strained

Look me in the eye and lie to me;

I walk the line from just behind

Or where I lead.

And lately, I've been dreaming of bleeding on the streets

Or not needing to be seen, l.

Oh. Olden rings, one million streams and

Putting things in places

Make no mistake,

I'm a wreck

I ain't been loved in a long time

Take a good look at the mark on my neck

You wanna step up, it's a long line

I'mma hit you up later

Gotta go grind

I'ma pull up in a

Wtf is this

That's a-/

I don't get it.

Okay.

It's a van full of trophies.

I fuckin guess!

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know, I hate my life.

Yeah.

Fuck.

What.

I'm leaving.

When.

Tonight.

This isn't the right dimension.

Well.good luck

What happened now?!

Polar opposites,

My solar plexus is off or something,

Dropping stuff,

Walking like I'm drunk,

Talking strange, voice is strained

Look me in the eye and lie to me;

I walk the line from just behind

Or where I lead.

And lately, I've been dreaming of bleeding on the streets

Or not needing to be seen, l.

Oh. Olden rings, one million streams and

Putting things in places

Make no mistake,

I'm a wreck

I ain't been loved in a long time

Take a good look at the mark on my neck

You wanna step up, it's a long line

I'mma hit you up later

Gotta go grind

I'ma pull up in a

Wtf is this

That's a-/

I don't get it.

Okay.

It's a van full of trophies.

I fuckin guess!

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know, I hate my life.

Yeah.

Fuck.

What.

I'm leaving.

When.

Tonight.

This isn't the right dimension.

Well.good luck

What happened now?!

New York has a lot o' dumb motherfuckers.

I get it. It's a big city. Not everybody has advantages or access to the best education.

But DAMN. there are a lot of unintelligent motherfuckers in this bitch.

And they're mad about it!

Have you eve noticed how dumb people get mad about being dumb–

And the first thing out of their mouth is always

“I'M NOT DUMB”

UUH. “OK.”

“I'M NOT DUMB!!!”

Alright, you dumb motherfucker, you.

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Wow. How is it you look better.

I'm gonna need proof this exists.

Proof what exists.

THE KOOLAID MAN erupts through the wall.

OH YEAH.

I'm going to bed.

MA!

FRAN/SUPER JEWISH MOM

Look all I got is matzos and coconut water.

*colecanth growls scarily*

FRAN/ SUPER JEWISH MOM

AHHH!

Bananas! I got bananas! You want some bananas?!

COELACANTH

Arg?

COELACANTH, THE GIANT TERRIFLYING CLOUD MONSTER apparently Loves bananas

In my own shadow.

With the color coordination and syncopation of the synesthetic movement, c o l o r s quietly takes to the underground with an array of cosmic collisions and polyharmonics only ever eclipsed by the aromatic esthetic of sensuous and illusive, ethereal sine waves of the electric sky.

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Grandmother Moog

Pioneer Model One

Roland TR-909

The DJS are stuck in a dimension where the only thing they can say is their own catch phrase or things they've coined

CARL COX

OH YES OH YES.

Dillon, I have some news.

DILLON FRANCIS

I DONT GIVE A FUCK OR SHIT.

It's about your dogs

DILLON FRANCIS

I DONT GUVE A FUCK OR SHIT.

They've been run over.

DI DONT GIVE A FUCK OR SHIT.

—And Your girlfriend was with them.

—_—

They're all dead.

—*snivles* —I DONT—

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-U.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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-U.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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-U.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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-U.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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-U.