| L E G E N D S: ICONS. |

Whips and chains, oh yes

Leather collars, harnesses

Plush encounters, fur lined walls

And neon countertops

Painted in gold,

Tame, and made silent

Kept underground, as always

Your secret.

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

Forever and always

Forever and always

Your secrets

I smell like dirt

And arrived in the real world

Covered in blood

And scraped over the,

Over the knees,

Yes I did

Come recover then,

What you've lost from the world

Born in chaos, not quite

But almost, as we're once swarmed the waters

Lee it better quiet, now

Keep it better quiet now,

Keep it better quiet now, your secrets

There lies no tru loyalty to bands tied

On middle fingers

Besides to one's own self

And they who they shall

Desire and claim as another

Extention of God,

In her

Or their arms

There is no claim to faith or mercy

Than what comes between us,

Bombshells

As argued in chaos

—mother, you're not listening

To the call of the wild

Then now,

How am i bound to that besides being

In sanctity

Jimmy, what did you do?!

I don't know what I did!

You lyin bastard.

I'm not lying!

So, where ya from?

—I don't know where I'm from.

Listen, I'm gonna need you

SHUT UP,

JUST SHUT UP.

It seems like these scenes are getting shorter.

I'm bored with this.

Ok.

Let's do something else.

I fuckin hate you. I hate you.

I fuckin hate you.

88.

Oh no:

8

Wait, what the—

*dolphin*

WOAH, okay:

Oh, no.

No,

No, no

OHNONO.

I told you I'd find him.

Anyway.

Seems like there's something more important I should be doing.

Are you sure this is the right place.

Right place. Right time.

Fuck— FUCK.

What, what happened.

I lost my—

SKRILLEX!

No.

SKRILLEX.

NO, NO—

SKR—

I swear to God, Google knows everything.

Google don't know shit about SHIT.

I gotta lose –m–39 lbs.

For what.

MADONNA

DO IT FOR THE BANANAS.

I hate— you.

COME ON, MISTER.

Fuck off, Madonna,

I'M A GOD.

I miss Beyoncé.

That's not relevant.

Beyoncé is relevant to everything.

*smacks*

QUIT FANGIRLING.

Trust me, I hate you.

I don't trust you, but I believe you.

I got it.

I hate this place.

Holy shit.

What.

I developed a new phobia.

What's that mean?!

I don't know, I can probably use it in a fight or something.

For what.

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

(Wow, I got it right.)

Try not to mutter those haunts in a hospital

Try to recover from trauma

Uncovered post traumatics,

Anxiety attacks and a lot of those—

What do you call them?

A flashback.

Here goes one:

SONNY MOORE aka SKRILLEX appears.

I told you not to—

But I did!

I didn't mean to!

But you did!

This is ludachris!

Oh look, it's—

Fuck.

God dammit.

Come on! What's his name!? What's his name?!

I'll think abo it it.

Are you serious? Another shapeshifter?

Yes,

I guess welll just have to kill them all, then.

I just want to go home.

You don't have one.

…oh.

So here we have.

Okay, wait a second.

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;

The coughing—.

Everyone seemed to be wearing clothing with stars or bears on it,

Champion sportswear.

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,

There they were again.

Only this time I knew exactly why.

‘Too Bizzare' by Skrillex begins to play, via Complications 003- The Trauma Method.

Irony.

It was ironic, but still startling,

Started with some nostalgic traumas,

Every other time I saw an ER doctor

(Why I don't go)

Fuck, I just realized I have to airdrop myself 880 times.

That fucking sucks.

Did you say you were a doctor?

I was, once.

When is “once”

At some point.

Listen, I'm gonna need you to backtrack to get to the bottom of this.

I'm innocent, I promise!

We caught you at 27 different angles doing this.

Oh.

[beat]

I plead the 5th.

Ohh. Cerulean. My favorite.

c R A Y On

Oh, I get it,

I L L U M I N A T U S.

Nice, it worked.

I know everything about you.

So you do.

[beat]

You're a God.

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!

AHA.

Don't ‘AHA' ME.

I don't mind, at all

It don't matter— to me

I don't mind, at all

It don't matter—to me

Might as well not think about it

The space between us

Might as well just stay awake then

No sense in leaving

Just to come back

It don't matter to me, now

Now and again

I go crazy just making arrangements,

But besides that,

If you like it, you should have it

It's a long road,

As Kaskade says,

And a short dance,

With the right one

And time goes by

I would call it mild,

But actually I'm in a wild panic

It might be a heart attack

I just might even

Die right here

But I don't mind, at all

It don't matter—to me

I don't mind—at all

It don't matter to me, I said

I don't mind, at all, now

It really don't matter to me

I said,

I don't mind, at all

It really don't matter to anyone

Now does it

(Not it doesn')

I don't mind, at all

It don't matter— to me

I don't mind, at all

It don't matter—to me

Might as well not think about it

The space between us

Might as well just stay awake then

No sense in leaving

Just to come back

Palpitations and precipitations at the pulpit

Preacher, please don't make me a culprit

I been prayin—

I been paying my tithes,

10% Even,

Now 25,

Almost half of me is not mine!

Why try?

I've been walking out, in straight lines

I been crying silently

It ain't right

I been making most of my nights

Sometimes

I see sun come up twice

Up, down up

10 degrees,

It ain't right

Up down up

33, it ain't right

Up, down, up

I've been spending my time

Down, up, down

Riding round,

Trying not to down in my mind

Up, down up

What is this.

It's my project.

What is it?

The Festival Project.

Yeah but—what—

What.

Is it?

…it's my project.

*painfully infuriated*

Okay, enter here.

EXAM ROOM 10

Why exam room 10?

Because.

Where are the other nine?

Just—get in.

I'm not going in there!

JUST GET IN.

UGH.

DEADMAU5 (head and all) stands at a tall podium in the center of the room)

What is this,

This is deadmau5.

I know that.

—-!!!

—?!?

What.

!!!

What? This is the exam?

Yes!

NO.

What is “no”.

I'm not playing for deadmau5.

That's the exam.

Then I fail!

Automatic Fail?

yes. Automatic fail.

Then you win.

What.

*slams gavel*

Congratulations—you're the next superstar DJ.

WhY.

.

What.

Woohoo! I just retired!

DEADMAU5 exits.

…

…

After a few moments of comic tension, the Deadmau5 head rolls back in through the exit which he has taken.

Ugh.

Fuck this.

No matter what you do, you're a superstar DJ.

What. No!

Yes. The answer is yes.

NO.

Fuck.

What the FUCK.

No matter what you do.

You want to go,

Go, you want to die,

Die, you want to try, try

You want to cry, cry

Do what you want;

As so will I,

Demand is demand—

Supply is supply.

EDX

So then, I followed this long hallway under the stage deck.

Uh huh.

And it led to a door—

Uhhuh, where'd the door lead?

To a portal.

Woah. Pasqualle!

You made it!

I—yes.

Congratulations!

*blows party horn*

*Daisies/ confetti*

You're like 25!

I'll be 25 forever.

Nice!

Yeah.

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.

‘Yes, you are—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.

Mmm. Birthday cake.

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?

I see a pretty picture,

Picket fences and a family

Golden Retrievers

Someone reliever her;

She doesn't believe me

TV dreams and exquisite pretty people

Burning candles, fire flames and

frequent figures,

Guest characters and cameos,

Repeat offenders, multiple appearances

Suddenly, really, it's another need

People, people pleasers

Audience affection,

Tragic endings,

Butterflies and new beginnings

Gun under my tongue,

Rubber like a frog

My mind is in a fog

Haven't bothered going on a walk

To Trader Joe's but

The anthem of my youth,

A lost soul

Another form of my love

So what I wonder

Put the gun up under my chin

Rubber like a frog

Blow my head off

Just cause I didn't blow up

Selfish cunt

Big brother,

Another hypnotist

Little brother,

Gotta love him

Gotta love em

For the Love of God

I could stop for a moment

Wash my mind out with soap

Like I'm ten years younger, even

Seriously

20 years between us,

You can't even hide underwater

In a bathtub

Seriously,

Someone help us

For the love of God, for the love of

Hollywood

Seriously,

Someone love us,

For the love of God,

For the love of Rockefeller Plaza

Someone help us

Another possible walk of stars

A little shop of horrors

Another whole story

I get rid of my demons

The hoes screamin

I put semen in her

Permanent like semen,

Just keep dreamin

I'mma just keep preaching

SaMo, Brooklyn

Europe Next

I keep scheming

Whoever you are;

If you're a wreck—

You need a check

No respect, neglect

Just cover your neck

(I'm blind to my own design, sometimes)

That's what the eye is

Try this:

Close your eyes and say thrice, kids

I am the God of the eye,

Osiris

I am the Gid of the Eye,

I'm Osiris

I am the God,

I walk amongst the highest

Thoth,

You lost

Better just die and keep trying

I am the God of the eye, I am

(Try this)

I am the God of the eye

(I never due)

I am the God of the eye

(That's right, three times)

I am the God of the eye

No black and white television,

In my dimension we pay attention to centrifugal,

The mission isn't in materialism,

Whatever your spending

If money the God,l of your eye,

Realize, I am higher

My gunfire,

Is right on the back of

The one dollar

I am the God of the eye

I Am

Your money is nothin to us

We come in peace,

To end suffering

Pretty little nigga

Look just like Kendrick

Kickin it with jigga

I'm the new hits boson

Part of me never left Boston

(Fuck Starr!)

Part of me never left homeless

This ain't my home

It's my office

You never heard this song

You don't notice

I'm an ugly kid, you don't notice me

Rooftop smells like soy sauce

On god

I am ugly

You don't notice

-Atari the God

Can we get back to this, please?

Damn. She really whooped her ass, though.

Janet, can I borrow you for a second?

No.

Please.

[Whoopi Holdberg appears in the doorway, gesturing “c'mon”]

…alright.

I got convictions on my lips,

I took a picture

Turn the page

The worst of all was, it really did seem like they were racists—

INSOMNIAC EVENTS

Not just racists— the most deadly kind of racists.

WHITE SUPREMACISTS

You really want it this way, don't you?

No!

I LOVE you!

Oh, do you?

If there's a mile in here, I swear to god..

Are you high enough yet?

I thought so

HIGHER!

hire star*

What.

Just do it.

You remember these guys, right?

GOOD CANNABIS, FAIRBANKS, ALASKA

No.

Why are we back here.

Alright, we might have fucked up.

Why.

This guy sucks.

HEY.

What.

COME BACK TO ALASKA

never that.

WHAT, WHY NOT!

GOD HATES FAGS!!!

Well, you're wrong!

WHITE POWER.

Nah.

ALL LIVES MATTER

O rly? Even this guy?

Literally every “NO”

…so, all lives.

Look, I don't care what color it is; I want that book in my library.

GO TO THE LIVRARY.

NO.

GET IN HERE.

NO AUBREY. STAY DEAD.

She's dead, right?

YOU CALLED ME HERE.

I didn't!

You Did.

I did not, all i said was

*swoons*

…I love her.

(I really do)

WHAT?! “I Love you?!”

It was more the *swoon* that did it.

Disconnect.

Fuck, I lost deadmau5 again

What'd you do to him?

Nothing!

Put him back!

He's still there! He's right there, you see him?

No! This isn't deadmau5. We want deadmau5 bring him BACK.

Fuck, I fucked up.

What'd you do?

…nothing?

Pick up the phone

Pick up the phone

…hello?

Who IS this?

Fuck it, I quit.

Man, God never puts my dishes back in the right place, like ever.

I told you, I don't live here, I'm just…

Babysitting.

CC!

What!

CC!

What?

CC

WHAT.

Fuck, man.

That was wild.

Where the fuck have you been?

I don't know.

You don't know—you smell funny.

“Funny” is that what that smell is?

No.

When were you?

When? Ha.

Did you—-

Did I what?

—did you go to a party without me?

Lmfao fuck these niggaz.

Why, what happened.

What's this.

Where was it?!

Idlewild.

“IdLeWiLd”?!?!?

You. Old. One here and die, you know l

It's cattle call for curtain calls guy

Where did this go—

What was this, once?

It's the return

Welcome to Oz

This is the Tower of Babel

Remember;

I wrote that

Better than the bottom,

Still not the top

—it's not as fast, when it's not going all the way up

Did you jump yet

Come around more

Keep coughing

Are you sure this is where it was or—?

Somewhere else I stayed

Back when I was homeless

It's hopeless!

We lost her

Antenna, antenna

SUPERMARKET

I loved her

—she was undercover

—I'm still in your stirrups

I'm lost in New York, then

BACKFIRE

Adele remix is on have a seat

Can I go now?

I still need a hat, a half dollar

and an alter cloth

You could win an award for this;

I don't want an award,

I just want my son back

Motherhood, motherhood

Brotherhood, brotherhood

This isn't one of us!

No one was

No one was

Can I go now?

Where to?

Home!

Nope, that's just the office,

I'm still homeless, unless I

They got cabanas on top of offices!

(The rich and the famous

Networking and brunches—

_this looks fun, doesn't it?

I altered the course of history

In brief exchanges and

Various social atrocities

This is hypocrisy! lol rly

This is hypocrisy!!

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.

Used to be cast more,

Now something seldom ever happens

Such as this—

A fun Fortune 500

What does that even mean

Forbes.

Look it up.

What if the policy is

Foreign;

Look it up.

I know enough about the girl next door to know

Something is horrible,

Something inside of her

Rots at the core,

Her obsession;

My undeservedness of such,

What she must,

I mustn't, just

Unjustice

Broski, okay

I got to discard

All the pichardo

Besides just this one

(I'm standing on top of you)

Put somebody worthy on the fourth floor

Worse off,

I was done for

Before

I got to New York

What's her for?!

I know enough about the man upstairs to know

All these glares and

“How dare you's” and

Hatred says

Why would you wait 30 years

Until today, I guess

Something is certainly off about her.

I said yes.

It was more probably something like

“SUCK MY DICK”

What.

“YOU HEARD ME”

Oh yes, I did.

From 1990 to 1993

From 1990

To 1993

From 1990

To 1993

Stop breeding these things,

“Love is familiarity”

No

Love is what you make it

But you can't

Because of slavery

They don't make music

—they don't make love either

Well, look where your lust took you!

Nowhere!

Exactly!

Look where your love took you:

Vegas,

Los Angeles,

South of the Border

Above it

a New Yorker—

Under budget,

Celibate and

My arms are too short to jump the turnstyle,

Meanwhile

My ex husband left permanent scars on

My face

My lips

My arms

My hands

And my heart.

Did you bite him?

Of course I bit him, he was strangling me.

You definitely won this fight.

I know.

Look, if I don't call for security,

This bitch is gonna make me kill her.

OCTOPUSSY

NO.

What.

NO.

Stankass.

I will KILL this bitch.

Look, I gotta get ahead in this.

I need a WIN.

These are customs.

Trash.

Wash your pussy.

Send her back.

Nah, you know what.

Remove that hex.

Wait, what, really?!

Yeah, like;

Reverse it.

Woah.

That's crazy.

They got like….white slaves now.

That's not right.

What do you mean.

That's not it.

You said “reverse it”

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 AM OFFENDED

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?!

Uh….

Why are all the female models like 12 and all the male models are fully grown men—

Or women.

Right.

Idk.

Wait, I do.

You do?!

Wait. Something tells me all the pedophiles and all the white supremacists are in the same group…

Run the same businesses—

Have the same families.

This is disgusting

Okay, this is gross

That's not right !

That's not my job!

Oh, it's not!!?

NO.

Who should I call

That guy.

So you want this?

Oh, it's a death curse?!

It will NEVER end.

Wanna bet.

I'll kill you and take the whole world with me.

Now that's a threat.

Thing is, I'm actually making it.

I'm telling on you!

Ok. Wait 30 years though so you look and sound REALLY fucking stupid.

Ok.

30 YEARS.

Doesn't make sense.

What's the statute of limitations for—

Hm.

Depends.

Depends on what.

Who are you?!

WHO ARE YOU?!

NOBODY YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT

THEN WHY DO I?

wtf is this?

This is Texas being petty.

Ok, fuck ya‘lol

YAW.

I'm serious, wtf is wrong with you.

Something.

What.

Fix me.

Fix you. Hm. Ok.

*COUGHING*

Somethings wrong here.

Yep, it's definitely some kind of

FIX IT.

Where's this ROCK?

At the ROCK.

Like, where tho?!

Ur gonna need this.

What.

They r crucifying u.

Noted.

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.]

A win.

I don't play dead.

What do you call this:

DIE! DIE, BITCH!

Corrections.

I still don't understand how this—

ACID

HAPPENS.

Out of sight

Out of mind

So why these guys

Tryna waste my time

Tryna fuck with my mind with

All these lights

OH MY GOD

I ain't got time for that

Well,

Maybe I do—

I just

Don't like

NIGGAZ LIKE YOU.

(Say what)

I don't like

Niggaz like U!

I'm Sunnï Blū!

You're stupid

Oh, so he put a curse on sunni blu, too?

Ok. Cool.

When all my aliases come up

This dumb motherfucking drunk

Is gonna get stuck

In his own woods

He'll bury himself

In the words that he left

With the scars

In the words that he left

With the scars

Sunni blu

Is the sayer of stars

I slaughtered them all

Swallowed them whole

Like a big black hole

I'm a big black god

I'm a big black God

Fuck

Twinkle that broad

One punch girl

One punch girl

5 punch faggot

I'll unwrap flags on your

Goddamn

Fuck that

Put a curse on my alter ego

Lucky he's a he, tho

I blow holes in em

I blow smoke

And love sausage

I'm a hedon

And he not a

Hero

He broke

He lost

I'm open

Shirts vs skins

I got 666

Curses to show you

What your words did

IM RA

I'm a big black God

You're at home with the young apostle

Let's be honest

He never even liked his father

So turned him to a mother,

Told his mother to run far,

And bring back

The life that I want

I'm a big black God

In light skinned clothing

You don't know to explode

Or explode on me

Cause my mommy's a

Dark skinned icon

That my God

Find something to pass the time,

God

Sunni with I, huh

I won

Fuck a pedophile wifebeater

Bury him in the woods with his fury

Fear me, now

I'm coming up with reverse curses

And cures

Cause my words

Bought the whole world

Buried you in the woods

I'll bury you in the woods,

Bitch

Very good

I'm a big black

God

-Blū.

GOD is the GOAT

I just became god

I do what I want

I get what I want when I want it

I don't want no problems

Me myself and God only

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 insult to injury

Add everything to my Amazon cart, then

My sympathies

Nothing is greater in heaven

As it is in hell, for this industry

Turned on its head

And turned over from

7 to ten

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.

HA.

Classic.

GOT EM.

V.O.

I met her at The Jumping Point

…If you haven't seen him at his worst…

WHERE'S MY SHIT?!

…yo…you are so evil…

[*breaks everything*]

…Then you don't deserve him at his best.

Wake up in a wet bed,

sweat pouring

engine strikes

Disaster, roaring

Ranting, raving,,

Lunatics, icons

Ione, eye color

No warning:

I want you

Adonis

New Adonis

I got something for you;

It's got four doors,
I know you can't afford it,

Come on,

Only one offer

Come on,

You know I want you

What I want a car in New York for?

Even the scorecard,

Cork off the bottle, huh?

Go figure.

I got sharp numbers,

No harm no foul ball;

Still stick in the Capstone,

There's a sandstorm

On the first montage.

Pitch up,

With the fever pitch

With the fever pitch

downstroke

UP

Pitch down

With the force

With the force

Or

What have you

Play ball,

No–

playfair

Payboy model

Wayfair value

Strict non-orders

Foreigner syndrome

Alcohol bottle

Palindrome, Astronomy

No, Farquad

Noah's Ark and all

Going door to door,

the doctor

Doing more and more

The Talk show host

Losing more the Mortimer,

Call it

Losing more,

The Watchamacalit,

Chocolate bar,

So far,

Hard to forget

No,

Hard Ball,

Soft pitch—

Watch this:

THE COSMIC AVENGER

(V.O)

I cannot resist a chocolate cake!

Huh.

Seriously, I'm telling you.

*sniffs*

hm.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Yo, i'm telling you: she's spot on.

Like, scary accurate.

Precise. Always right. Even on Tuesdays.

Why would it matter if it's Tuesday or not?

Most Psychics are wrong on Tuesdays.

Really.

You didn't know about this?

Never heard that.

Most of them.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

BOOOOOB.

Huh. What,

TIME FOR WORK.

BOOOOB THE BUILDER!

Ugh.

CAN HE FIX IT?!

[freeze]

VO

depends! Has he had his morning coffee yet?

[out of coffee]

Uh…

VO

Has be been heavily drinking the night before

[Bob winces Nautiously with every swing of his hammer]

Uggggh.

VO

Does he have AIDS?

what.

You have AIDS.

How could I have contracted HIV!?

It surpassed HIV; it's already AIDS!

WHAT! this is Inpossible!

It's not impossible; I did the bloodwork myself.

I mean—

Bob

This can't be happening.

I'm sorry.

I've been completely faithful to my wife!

…really?

Yes!

[beat]

Now, Robert…

Don't call me Roberr, my name is BOB, GODDAMMIT.

Calm down..

I will not calm down; you just told me I have HIV.

AIDS.

How could I have AIDS?! Imm a construction worker!

“Bob The Builder”

{IRL}

In this live action rendition of Bob the builder, Bob realizes that after after purchasing after market power tools, he has been infected with HIV

Actually, its AIDS.

Here.

{Enter The Multiverse}

CUT TO:

SOUTH PARK, CO. OFFICE. DAY.

You wouldn't know this is Butters just by looking at him— an above average looking (read: almost too handsome) middle aged man, now, looking rather sad and despondent, as he fiddles with his Rubix cube over a cold supper (leftovers, of course), still singing his same old song.

Loolooloo…

However— Almost singing with a deep and heavy sigh, the inward aspiration to do and be more.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

BOOOOOB.

Huh. What,

TIME FOR WORK.

BOOOOB THE BUILDER!

Ugh.

CAN HE FIX IT?!

[freeze]

VO

depends! Has he had his morning coffee yet?

[out of coffee]

Uh…

VO

Has be been heavily drinking the night before

[Bob winces Nautiously with every swing of his hammer]

Uggggh.

VO

Does he have AIDS?

what.

You have AIDS.

How could I have contracted HIV!?

It surpassed HIV; it's already AIDS!

WHAT! this is Inpossible!

It's not impossible; I did the bloodwork myself.

I mean—

Bob

This can't be happening.

I'm sorry.

I've been completely faithful to my wife!

…really?

Yes!

[beat]

Now, Robert…

Don't call me Roberr, my name is BOB, GODDAMMIT.

Calm down..

I will not calm down; you just told me I have HIV.

AIDS.

How could I have AIDS?! Imm a construction worker!

“Bob The Builder”

{IRL}

In this live action rendition of Bob the builder, Bob realizes that after after purchasing after market power tools, he has been infected with HIV

Actually, its AIDS.

Here.

{Enter The Multiverse}

CUT TO:

SOUTH PARK, CO. OFFICE. DAY.

You wouldn't know this is Butters just by looking at him— an above average looking (read: almost too handsome) middle aged man, now, looking rather sad and despondent, as he fiddles with his Rubix cube over a cold supper (leftovers, of course), still singing his same old song.

Loolooloo…

However— Almost singing with a deep and heavy sigh, the inward aspiration to do and be more.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

PATRICK wakes up face down in a racquetball court, ears first, then eyes as he looks about his surroundings, a racquet still in his hands, and —VICTOR playing wallball with himself, just near enough to Patrick that it's dangerous.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

It had been days since I'd written anything, really.

I was technically ahead of schedule— of course, That was, technically— and besides the delay of one single, I was on some sort of roll—the day-by-day releasing of my fast tracked work seemed to be doing some sort of offset to the algorithm; I knew this was something not everyone was doing, or anyone, really, that I knew of—and in this way, it was rather strategic. Besides, anyway, the obvious— my subscription for distribution was ending, and although it had been a voluminous year as far as music catalogues were concerned, some of my best work surfacing actually after I_NY, which itself had created a surge of followers on what seemed like a freak occurrence of one song—the final track, for whatever reason— being streamed just under a thousand times without it having been showcased or promoted in any way—

; and that was just it— it was, or at least, did seem random, anyway, on the off chance.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

WHO is responsible for this?

Nobody moves a muscle, not an inch. Not even wince or a blink, not a breath at all in the room, until—

SETH MEYERS let's out a deeply exasperated sigh of concern and beffudlement.

{Enter The Multiverse}

CUT TO:

Alright, where is it?

GODDAMIT! What is it with you people!

What people? I'm not people.

—and why does everyone secretly smoke?

Oh come on. It's common knowledge.

What's “common knowledge”?

Where is it?

You are redundant!

And you, are about to be decapitated.

By whom, might I ask?

The Network.

Great.

“To Cut Ties”

Well…

The man hanging from a singular kite in what appears to be midair with nothing and no one around in sight across a clear blue sky lets out a light sigh, as if to say..:

[nothing]

There's really nothing that can be done about this.

Seth?

Red tape. Red tape everywhere!

Well, it's settled then. I'll just—

Go ahead, right this way.

Who is THIS?

I own The Network.

No you don't!

You know—you're right. I am the network.

Ah, Christ, we gotta get out of here.

Correct.

Where's Fallon?

I—

Dead.

What!

Finally.

Or presumed missing.

What:

Go figure.

Which is it.

One of the two, and either way.

—fff.

We're boned.

Definitely.

Ah, Christ.

You gotta see this.

What is it.

Haven't figured it out yet.

What's it look like.

Something.

Something, eh?

Yes, indeed.

Well, not nothing.

Not nothing.

TINA FEYA is a special detective at the head of an elite task force designed to investigate distinctly extraordinary cases; the detective takes a long draw from a cigarette

Ew, barf. I'm not doing that.

No, your character is doing it.

I don't think so.

Don't think so. Do so.

No, no—see;

I don't think my character would smoke.

Why?

Because she has my name, and I don't smoke!

CUT TO:

Quadadimentional TINA FEY shoots pool and tosses back cold glass bottles of craft beer.

::||PAUSE.

IV—

Oh, I get it.

Now you understand.

I understand we can't be in the same room together.

Why is thi—

I will kill you.

CUT TO:

AREA 51. HOLDING CELL. DAY

Ooh. Is this the part where?

Yeus.

Oof.

Yeus.

Alright, get in here.

No, Wait—

No, no.

Get comfortable.

With what?

Your new cellmate.

Don't tell me it's.

CUT TO:

I TOLD YOU. I'M NOT DOIN THE TONIGHT SHOW.

YOU'RE DOIN THE TONIGHT SHOW— YOU KNOW WHY?

WHY?!

BECAUSE I SAID SO.

Oh, well, since you said so.

Really?

fuck no. Move.

GIVE ME BACK MY BODY, YOU FIEND.

I WILL —*sniffs*—NOT,

You're rUinInG it!!!

I'm making improvements.

yooooooooooouuuuuuu—

CUT BACK TO.

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

IV.

-Ū. ft. Happy Accidents & -Ū.

Melted my face.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

C U L T. (Album Version)

Uptown A ft. Happy Accidents & -Ū.

Still techno but housey and slower in A flat minor so you can hear more of the ambiance. Whatever.

So much for Audio Techica brand loyalty, bro.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

C U L T (V5) - Single

Uptown A ft. Happy Accidents & -Ū.

Broken Headphones ftw.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.

Remember my imaginary friend RiffRaff?

Wasn't it a dragon

I think so.

Huh.

Turns out it's a rapper.

That's… interesting.

Even more odd: look at this.

Don't scroll anymore.

That is…fantastic.

{Enter The Multiverse}

It fees too close to home;

I took the scenic route.

God knows I don't belong here—

I don't want to harm you

It hits too close to home

I have to play the part

You just don't know the half of it

You just don't know the art

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT, INC. circa 2018- 2024 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-Ū.