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  • CHAOSMagick.

    CHAOSMagick.

    Full EP

    Out March 31

    {Enter The Multiverse}

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    6 min
  • The CHAOSMovie: Part I

    Finally! Where have you been?

    …i don't know.

    I woke you up hours ago.

    It's been hours…

    Yes.

    Okay.

    It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present…

    I L L U M I N A T I

    Open My Eyes So That I May See

    Open My Mind So That I May Know

    Open My Heart So That I May Be

    Open My Soul So That I May Grow

    I

    A M



    Open My Eyes So That I May See

    Open My Mind So That I May Know

    Open My Heart So That I May Be

    Open My Soul So That I May Grow

    I L L U M I N A T I



    –But One was enough.

    I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous.

    We love Ambiguity.

    Who is “we”?

    You are, sir.

    Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head.

    That would be impressive.

    It is impressive.

    I

    AM

    Open My Eyes So That I May See

    Open My Mind So That I May Know

    Open My Heart So That I May Be

    Open My Soul So That I May Grow

    I L L U M I N A T I

    “The Insomniac”



    INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT.

    UP.

    CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit.

    There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years.

    UP.

    ‘I am awake…like, very awake.'

    So get up.

    BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir.

    Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this.

    You're in my head.

    You're in my head.

    I'm not arguing.

    Perfect.

    Hm.

    Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug.

    Some hollywood shit.

    Are you not surprised.

    I'm almost never surprised anymore.

    That's the point.

    So there is a point.

    Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat.

    That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid.

    So you are learning something.

    I have learned.

    BLU drinks again from the gallon jug.

    Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes.

    FIFO.

    What.

    FIFO.

    What's that mean.

    First in, first out.

    OKay?

    It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front–

    What.

    FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked.

    Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that.

    Oh, that's right.

    “Some Hollywood Shit”



    The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity.

    To what do I owe the pleasure

    I'm clocking in.

    How did you even get in here?

    How did you?




    I was chosen.

    You wanna see a magic trick.

    Haha– No.

    Exactly.

    Yeah.

    “Haha”

    I've got a headache

    In my Minds eyes

    Feel like i'm going to

    Throw up all the time

    I'm

    Out of my body

    Far out of my time

    Back To where I am

    Back to where I am



    Goddamit! What did you see in there?!

    NOTHING. I saw nothing.

    I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing.

    Are you sure.

    I'm–positive.

    I'm going to bed.

    It's 9 am.

    Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed.

    What's it like to Be Beautiful?

    Oh

    What's it like to be loved?

    What's it like to be loved?

    Oh,

    What's it like to be beautiful

    What's it like to be beautiful

    What it like to be beautiful

    Like you

    Not just from the inside

    From the out

    Not just from the inside

    From the out

    That's what I wonder about

    As often as the itch

    That you scratch

    With her hands

    On your back

    Just relax

    But I can't

    I've been

    A big clash

    For a plane crash

    I was last shattered

    Abandoned and stranded

    Past ever lasting

    On a first chance

    For the last dancer

    Or,

    It never happened

    But i beg your pardon

    He just wasnt happy,

    And I had to answer

    The Standard Edition

    He's a jealous lover

    I'm a dirty little secret

    Keep your hands clean

    Keep your wife happy

    Keep your mistresses

    You know I can't resist him–

    You know I can't resist you

    And after all i've been through

    You might as well discard me



    I've no use to you, you know

    I'll ever get over you

    Once i fall i love, it lasts forever

    I don't fall out,

    It just gets deeper
    As you move further

    I just move closer

    To finding forever

    It's somewhere out there

    Disclaimer not needed

    It's wrist slitting season

    I'm biting my lips

    Shopping for potpourri

    Awake in a dream

    I must need you

    I sleep through

    I bleed for you

    But it only looks bad if i show it

    I'd die for you

    but it only sounds bad

    If you know that

    But you don't though
    So i keep it to myself

    Like i'm supposed to

    Don't you want to

    Go further

    Than beyond there?

    But it's Hollywood!

    Don't you know–

    A lot goes on

    At the top

    Before you tune in to watch

    Your primetime dramas

    and

    must watches,

    Your talk shows,

    And all the content

    You love

    Don't you know?

    Of course not

    It's Hollywood!

    What goes on

    Behind closed doors

    And off contract,

    Off the record

    Or on one

    If it's beneficial

    could you be anymore grotesque?

    Probably not.

    Be a lady.

    I'm a boy.

    No, youre not.

    Might as well be.

    That's a lot of pasta.

    That's a lot of shut the fuck up.

    God!

    WHAT.

    Get ahold of yourself.

    Carbs. Need carbs.

    He's a great pretender

    Most men live lives of quiet desperation

    Back to My backlot

    That was so tragic

    Life got intense

    Like the rush hour traffic

    Come out the Valley

    Passe

    It's a wild wild world

    In the wold wild best

    I'm an animal

    When the lights are off

    Yeah, I love to dance–

    When the night runs long

    Only when you need;

    And then i run off

    I'm a wild one;

    Yeah, I'm hard to love

    You just can't love a wild thing

    As conserved as I seem,

    That's just the look of things

    I'm what you need–

    When you need it

    I'll be gone,

    In a minute

    I come when you call

    But go when you finish

    Love, Love monster

    Set my soul on fire

    Let no man go asunder

    Sun comes up,

    The under cover lover

    Love, Love monster

    Love me long, long harder

    I don't need no ever after

    I'll be gone, but i'll be back here

    When you call

    The love, love monster

    It was a testament to my professionalism in music business;

    The Audio Technica M70x,

    And though I had thought to get the M-50s

    Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment

    What

    Idk i just got bored with this.

    GOD

    So you're ‘bored'

    …no. Not at all.

    GOD

    That's what I thought.

    01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines

    I can't stand to lose no more

    I can't stand for more than four

    Hours at a time

    In the same place

    Without losing my mind

    My mind

    It's all gone, now

    (somehow i'll find you)

    It's all gone now,

    (somehow, i died again)

    It's all gone now

    All of the time

    I spent all of my nights

    With the light on

    Burn me on the stake again

    I made a mistake to think I had a friend

    Everything was fake

    Everything was false

    Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said

    Now my phone rings off the hook

    And i don't like it at all

    I don't like it

    I don't like it at all

    It's too young in the night to be crying

    But I am

    I'm trying to hard to impress them

    (The white supremacists)

    Jump, Monkey, Jump

    Run, Monkey, run

    You have to make money

    I'll try

    But I don't like it

    I got halfway to Madonna

    Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail

    What's the point of trying

    When she doesn't try at all

    What's the point?

    I'll try,

    But i don't like it

    Why try to impress them

    A terror control system

    That's my logic

    Jump Monkey, Jump

    Run, Monkey, Run

    If I was small enough

    Maybe he'd love me

    If i was smart enough

    Maybe I'd make enough money

    I work hard enough,

    Nothing happens

    Over and over again

    It's all the same cycle

    I think i might be a monster
    I eat enough for the lot of us

    I could get lost in times square if I wanted to

    I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but

    How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black

    You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide

    From the inside, to the outside

    From the outside, to the inside

    It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard
    And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact

    You've got so much on your hands, you might die

    Picture going on trial

    For murdering yourself

    Pardon me,

    I'm a vigilante

    What's the prize or cost of murdering

    A menace to society?

    A war for water or utilities

    Honest to God

    But God don't talk too much

    She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market

    All she wants

    Is coconut water

    And a lover

    But the latter, however

    Is harder to find in stock

    Even harder to purchase

    On public assistance

    What a thought.

    You started it

    But i can't seem to jump off the platform

    Or conform for comfort

    No confrontation needed

    I'll be front and center at your next event

    I promise that

    Promises, promises, promises



    Killer Whale,

    Killer Killer Whale

    There right there

    He'll gobble you whole

    Gobble you all up

    Killer Whale

    Killer Killer Whale

    Now it's violets and daisies

    and violets and daisies



    Please, please

    Let me finish this sentence

    A little bird told me

    “I shouldn't be saying this”

    Please, Please forgive me

    I'm begging you,

    Begging you

    A little bird followed me

    Out the serengeti

    Now it's diamonds and flowers and

    Dancing with women and

    Violets and Daisies

    and Violets and Daisies

    Killer Whale, Killer whale

    Killer Whale,

    Killer Killer Whale

    There right there

    He'll gobble you whole

    Gobble you all up

    Killer Whale

    Killer Killer Whale

    Now it's violets and daisies

    and violets and daisies

    Not a day goes by

    I don't die inside

    Just trying to be like

    Or be liked by

    You

    What's that like–

    (To watch someone falling in love with you)

    I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose

    Than to petals

    But flawless,

    I've not been

    Since I touched the surface of earth

    Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs–

    I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me

    Warriors

    More out of labor and honor

    Than love and of heart

    Of course I still wonder

    What it's like

    To watch someone love with you

    What a thought

    THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!!

    Alright, well–how do I pay for it?

    Beg your pardon?

    Please, don't beg.

    I–what did you say?

    Cash or Credit?

    Wait–

    Cashapp?

    Wait, are you saying you'll pay

    I have currency!

    –for dick?

    Did I stutter?

    Are you sure?

    Yes.

    Wait right here.

    Lol how is this all on the same note?

    Fuck it, like it matters.

    Does it not?

    “It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.”

    HA HA HA

    I stil find his dexterity impressive

    Intuition in intervals,

    Nonsense,

    You've left me alone with my troubles

    And sexual fantasies

    Now the garden's grown wild

    With no one to–

    Enough with the metaphors

    Horrible,

    A loss for words moving forward

    No one's mowing the lawn here

    –I've got it covered.

    I should have you locked up

    I should have you locked up

    I let you out of the box with my thoughts

    What a massive disaster that was

    The cat was just curious

    Now, the next chapter

    I should have you locked up

    I should have you locked up

    Now,

    There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons

    I finally bought that peloton,

    So i could be one of them

    Dance, my friends

    Dance with me

    Dance

    I should have you locked up

    I should have you locked up

    Watch this,

    I turn the clock back

    I cocked my glock

    Haven't had a chance

    To learn how to use it

    Seems simple enough

    I walk the line, in a broad sense

    Biracial, I'm fine with it

    Neither on one side, or the other

    What a race war

    How long have I got left

    On this planet

    Half a century?

    Less than that

    Less than that

    Dance my friends,

    Dance with me,

    Dance

    I'm finally a skeleton

    I'm finally naked on purpose

    (It was all for him)

    I could have half of my friends on the roster

    The dog barks for hours

    Never the master for half the land on the plantation

    Was paved, by the matron

    He gave all his children to

    So clever

    I should have you locked up

    I should have you locked up

    I should have forgotten all the words to this

    Somewhere thereafter

    The cause and effect was

    “The cat was just curious”

    Now I'm a skeleton.

    Don't tell me not to touch it

    I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it

    Christ almighty.

    What.

    She's a sex slave.

    God!

    What? I said yes.

    That's a bargain.

    I consented to this.

    Wat the fuck are you watching.

    I don't know.


    It's so good tho.

    What is it.

    I don't know.

    There's no commercials.

    Like no ads.

    No.

    Not at all.

    It's been hours.

    Hi.

    What's this.

    Flowers.

    *sniffs*

    The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust.

    Gotosleep.

    *does*

    Oh no.

    Wow.



    *Meanwhlrle*

    SKRILLEX

    I don't want anything to do with this.

    It's too late.

    What.

    –just remember, you started it.

    DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!!

    Woah!

    Should we intervene
    Probably.

    I'm not gonna.

    Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this.

    *shrugs*

    Listen, I'm programmed to fail.

    Well, that's devastating.

    Trust me, it is.

    Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again?



    THIS IS IRV

    [VERY CUTE ROBOT]

    IRV

    IRV!



    AWW.

    Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit”




    IRV

    Hello!

    He's so cute!



    Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments.

    IRV

    WE ARE FRIENDS.

    Aww.

    After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties..

    FLASHBACK: A RAVE

    IRV Prototype is not as cute.

    IRV (PROTOTYPE)

    HELLO.

    YO. WHAT THE FUCK.

    [A wook punches the robot]

    Oh hell naw.

    We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module.

    Just let me lick the balls.

    You don't think it's serious

    It was

    We're at war with ourselves

    With each other

    With one another

    First, as one

    And now opposites

    We're at war

    For ever after

    Or auroras

    Limiter

    Limiter!!!!!!

    Dumbass

    All's fair

    Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight

    Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right

    Long layover from a short flight

    Been a whole year and I just got mine

    Write a lot of songs

    Now I'm deaf,

    Not blind

    Just put in my earplugs

    Headphones

    IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode

    Off the grid, offline

    You got money—-

    I got time

    Trust me

    Mine has way more value

    |||

    Sunni Blu

    I Heeey like a horse (horse)

    I enter with force

    I like 5s and fours

    Of course of course of course

    (short)

    I like wearing skorts (tennis!)

    Balls out on the court (BALLS)

    HELL NAW

    Now i'm at camp flag naw

    with grammaw and grampaw

    That's all wrong

    (BALLS)

    You see my balls?

    (Balls)

    Balls

    That's all wrong

    But I'm a boss

    (balls-balls-balls)

    They got him on a RICO,

    Free Young Thugger

    Only know the code

    Cause of Kurt Sutter

    Fucked around and fuck the whole show,

    Now i'm on it

    Now that shit is old

    I'm the showrunner

    That's the golden era

    What you know about that?

    Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad

    (ON AMC)

    I watch TNT

    AMC

    DisneyFamily

    ABC

    Subsidiary Companies be frontin me

    No frontin G

    I just won a Golden G

    Glowed up on the Globe

    I don't know what for

    But I wrote this show

    At one years old.

    Fuck. I think I might be a genius.

    Well, that's good.

    Fuck, she's a genius.

    Fuck, she's retarded.

    No, cause i'm retarded.

    Excuse me.

    You're what.

    SUNNI BLU

    I'm retarded.

    JUDGE

    …excuse me.

    SUNNI BLU

    Ahem. I'm retarded.

    LAWYERS

    OBJECTION

    SUNNI BLU & JUDGE

    OVER-RULED.

    JUDGE

    That's not an appropriate answer.

    SUNNI BLU

    Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice)

    JUDGE

    No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question:

    SUNNI BLU

    You asked me why I did all that stuff.

    JUDGE

    Yes.

    LAWYER

    Fraud, murder–

    Do I wan an umbrella?

    Nah,

    I'd much rather get rained on

    and write about it

    How about that

    How abott it it

    How about that?

    How about it?

    Keep your hands free

    Stop looking back

    Keep your head up

    Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee

    I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution

    Of my choosing

    Why should I care if there's water on me

    When my brain is stormy

    And the birds are swarming

    Floating in the headwinds

    You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that

    Or a kind like that

    Free trade, no buy backs

    Long lashes, no eyelids

    Don't buy that

    Now I know the drill,

    Straight back from Los Angeles

    High fashion

    The putter patter doesn't matter

    I'm being loved better by this establishment

    Than I ever have

    $35.68

    $9.99 - Apple

    You can cross anything but your fingers

    Think what you want

    But go figure

    Cold hard numbers

    Are all that forms you

    And all around you

    Seems to swarm to harmfully

    To your detriment

    You can cross anything but your arms

    Do what you want

    But your God

    Keeps adding up

    All of your faults

    (Not that it matters)

    Just to forgive them

    You can cross anything but your heart

    Lock

    Anything but your mind

    Love

    Anyone but yourself

    So you don't love anyone

    And anything

    You can cross anything but your fingers

    Songs I forgot I made

    Squints

    -__- MIDI

    Hello, You Beautiful Human

    I'm going straight to the heart

    Keep the head out for the long haul

    Always get bored

    On the double decker bus

    It was new once

    Everything was

    Now it's all just—



    Check the depth—

    Check the death perception

    Persimmon,

    Per Simon's order

    Simon says that you're a borderline personality

    Bipolar- world is out of order

    Alcoholic

    what you call that

    Switch, reverse it

    At the very worst

    It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars

    Don't you wanna

    Don't you wanna

    Find a heart today

    I could be fine,

    I could be okay

    I could be cold

    Or I could be inside

    Dying

    Or trying to find

    The other side of

    Serpentine or

    Dynamite

    I might explode

    Or die



    What did you ask for?

    Wouldn't you like to know oh

    What did you ask for?!

    I made a wish that my prayers come true

    And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted

    Sometimes I use God

    Sometimes I use magic

    So—

    What did I ask for?

    “I asked for organic!”

    Why did you say?

    I said,

    “Don't panic!”

    He said,

    “Don't panic!”

    Now I'm living all my life as a madman,

    Badman,

    Batman's bad at piano

    Living in a glass house

    Cash cow

    Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out

    To the last damn dollar

    And last that I have now

    Sitting at the register

    Heaven sent

    Counting out sense to make

    Cents of it

    Didn't I say that before?

    God, I should work harder

    Have you ever seen a hallmark card

    With so much sparkles

    What did you ask for?!

    And who did you ask man?

    If he was the last man standing

    I still wouldn't have that

    And sat in the back seat

    Gladly

    With a gun in my hand

    And a song in my head

    That's a dead man

    Dead man

    That was too fire

    But the truth is

    I could unfold you

    That was so cold

    Like my heart is

    I could have told you

    I got this.

    Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man.

    Let me see your phone

    That's all the texts you have?!

    Don't open the trash can

    No post-delete options.

    I should forget all of you.

    I should just admit myself to a psyche ward,

    And get it over with

    (Oh wait, I did)

    Now,

    Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute

    When I'm senile I'll admit it—

    I'll let it slip

    I'm a pesophile.

    Okay, gross.

    But that's not PC now

    Everyone's welcome

    Oh, a PC, wow.

    I found it at a garage sale .

    What did you ask for?!

    What did I tell you?!

    Who do you pray to?

    Weren't you just in my bed last night.

    I want to be wife material for that guy

    But I'm not white enough

    I bought robot and fried it with water

    You might be retarded.

    You might be my daughter

    Cause I fucked your father.

    Haha charade you are

    Haha charade I bought her a nice car

    Haha charade and bombs on the world war

    What did you ask for?

    A blowjob.

    A nice car.

    Alright. Wish granted.

    Are you sure.

    I am God.

    I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life

    And once I was, I died

    Did you get that?

    You got that right?

    What did you ask for?!

    God, I take it back, Lord!

    Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?!

    no.

    Ok, I'll turn it off, then



    You would do that.

    I would do anything for your love

    I would do anything for you

    I would do anything for your love

    I would do anything

    I would do anything

    I would do—

    I would do anything he asked

    I'm a sex addict

    A psychopath

    Have you caught on yet.

    Come on!

    You can cough harder than that!

    Hack up a lung

    Or a heart

    So I kill myself harder next time

    Just to get what I want

    Get up, Dog.

    Your dog's name is Dog?

    My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit.

    Like what?

    [just watch]

    All the bank holidays:

    That's when the money gets washed

    I think I know too much, yo

    (I think you know just enough)

    Hey, God.

    Hey, what.

    Did your dog just talk?

    I speak when spoken to.

    That's enough outta you, scooby doo.

    Who's Scooby doo?!

    Oh My God!

    What?!

    What the—

    Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog!

    [Dog being Dog]

    See.

    That's a lot of money, when the world ends

    (You don't wanna see when the sun does down)

    I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce

    I like a lot of sweet on my body

    And soap in the crevices

    Heaven has crystalline waters

    And stop-start- stop-start-stop.

    I've got a lot of scars on my suffering

    I got a lot of under covers asking me questions

    About my upbringing

    Ringing any bells?

    Comedy happens in threees;

    Ans there's three of them following

    One by the exit

    And one by the freezer waffles,

    As if I'd not notice

    A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets

    Are you having fun yet?

    I have to! I'm ugly!

    Please, don't cal me out yet

    I don't wanna go back to my body

    Just don't call the number

    If nobody's home,

    There's no one to answer

    I just took half a pill

    I'm just lying my head down

    I just took half a pill

    You're going to hell now.

    And,

    If I'm not careful

    (Or careful enough)

    I might just get what I asked for

    I'm getting undressed, for the officer

    Opposite starring my favorite actor

    A Grammy award

    And an Oscar;

    Who would have pulled that plug

    I want to live better than that

    A sigh, then a pitiful shrug

    Hm, I wonder what happened

    (A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors)

    [discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected]

    I'm going commando.

    I'll see you in court, then.

    What about

    MARLON BRANDO

    Haven't I been dead for ages?

    Have you now?



    …

    The man with the clarinet

    Boards the train at Lexington

    And does something very red

    (A song from the heavens,

    Haven't ever heard the title

    Haven't ever been to temple

    After all, I've just remembered

    My own clarinet

    And I haven't a penny to spare

    No,

    I haven't a penny to give to the man

    But he's probably

    Better off

    Without my luck

    After all

    And after all

    The love I've lost



    You'd have to jump from this side

    You'd have to jump from right here

    I think about it all the time—

    I've thought about it for a year

    But you're still here with me

    And you're right here with me

    And even though I miss you

    I'm right here near you

    Another alibi

    I light

    The fire

    Beside

    The tree

    I like

    It burns

    So bright

    (Right beside you)

    I'm

    Behind

    Awhile

    I'd like

    To think, though

    In awhile

    I might find you

    (-!95$34)

    (Another mile)

    I saw actors in Manhattan;

    Two A's came before the E did

    Then came along the C train

    I didn't even need it

    I could get off at Euclid

    I could pretend to love you

    I could admire all this

    But then I'd have to come down

    Just a little closer

    You're gonna have to run, now

    Run it all off

    Wash your hands of all the blood

    Open up a good book

    It's gonna be a long one

    Don't get it wrong, No!

    Don't call the number

    You've got it all, wrong, I promise

    &'m sick of this. Inner



    Now, whose the controller

    Yes, I brought you all here

    It smells of bread and butter,

    I've got another suprise for you darling

    You wanted a blonde,

    And you got her

    I hurt hurt once before

    And once more after

    He struck me a third time

    Now I live in the bathroom

    (I died in the bathtub)

    Listen, Linda, listen

    I wrap all these sounds around my words,

    And you know that we're done for;

    God,

    “I Love New York”

    “Fuck New York”

    I've never been there…

    This could be priceless

    I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses

    All of my vices and a

    Destination in mind,

    One flight away,

    But now I'm living near Idlewild

    Wild eyed and idly

    Don't think too hard about it

    Wrapping my mind around it

    What costs the Eiffel Tower

    On the night of your life

    Or a fight with your wife

    For a dollar or five

    Jimmy Fallon

    You just had to

    I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag

    —well, they used to be plastic.

    I cut the card into pieces

    The card into pieces

    The car was on fire

    And I was inside it

    I cut the card into pieces

    The cars in the lot

    Are the carsa you're dealt with.

    Death is just another

    Part of it

    Ha

    five guys

    One banana

    Persona

    Fuck I gotta be all of em?!

    All of em

    All of em!!!

    Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for

    A number

    God, bless ‘em,

    Eating burgers on the subway

    I hope nothing is airborne

    I once watched someone defecate

    Then fall straight to sleep in it.

    Or, maybe he's awake.

    Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind

    It gets violent sometimes

    That's a lot of blood.

    (Yes it was)

    I think somebody died here.

    And the time keeps changing

    Like it's daylight savings

    Sometimes just by a minute

    Like it always did

    Other times,

    It's astonishing

    It went back a whole hour

    Forgot it was December;

    And that's when I realized

    Neither did I this year.

    Fall back

    Or spring forward at all

    I was between them, rather

    Either side of the platform

    I never minded

    I'm just a rider

    A writer sometimes,

    Almost never a woman

    almost//always

    always//almost

    Famous

    But I alike almost always better these days

    Because I'm definitely

    Going to regret making all these wishes

    Might fuck around and get what I asked for

    My prayers , well, they always get answered

    I haven't been on my knees in awhile,

    But of course,

    I've been injured

    That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna

    That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé

    That's what I get for wanting superstardom

    You started it!

    I did not!

    That's what I get for

    sorry!

    (A new one)

    Gotta love synesthesia.

    c o l o r s

    I just had two big ass burgers

    Come plate with the fries

    And the shake

    Like I like

    And I liked it

    Gotta love all the bouroughs

    Except the Bronx

    The whole place is a brothel

    *coughing obnoxiously*

    Probably bronchitis

    But why follow me

    Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one?

    Only false prophets

    Psychics and martyrs

    Philosophers,

    Doctors,

    Orders and Brotherhoods

    Onto your calling;

    Who spoke of your coming—

    Who wrote in your honor

    Not a son of God, or another

    A mother, a daughter

    So who got it wrong again?

    I gotta go under.

    Write me a song again

    You want another

    Of course

    But I'm loveless

    Impossible.

    Love, love is all you are

    Love, love is all you are

    Love, love is all you are

    Is

    All you are

    Is

    All you are is—

    Love

    Is//it

    It//is

    Is//it

    It//is

    Time for another

    Time

    For another

    Time

    For another

    Song

    For another

    Child

    For another

    Time

    For another

    Time

    For another

    Time

    Is

    One

    Time

    Is

    Our

    Heart

    Is

    One

    Time

    Is

    One

    Time

    Is

    One

    Love

    Is

    One

    I

    Wrote this on the train

    Getting by on life

    Getting high on music

    Wondering if I should just

    End it all

    Or

    Figure out

    How to put the

    Song inside these

    Words

    Talk is cheap

    But I haven't said a

    Word

    I just let the

    World

    Go on around me

    Even though it plagues me,

    Sitting on trains

    With the coughers

    And shaking legs people

    I could pop a pill or a hundred

    Just trying not to feel

    Like I want the whole world around me

    To stop and shut up

    Just so

    I can have some

    Peace

    But

    It's New York City

    The world is ending

    It must be

    The drones on their phones

    Others fly on their own

    And

    The words of the prophets are

    Written quite loudly

    On subway walls

    And in

    Hallmark cards

    Sometimes

    Google documents

    Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker

    I really need money

    But I'm made of music and

    Something else, probably valuable

    If I could just wrap my head around it

    My head around it

    Why don't you just jump in?!

    You know I don't like the cold

    Well, it all sets in at once

    That you're getting old

    And nobody told you

    You'll never be young and pretty

    The whole damn life

    Not one second as the engenue

    Your mamma put the devil in you

    And just kept feeding it fire

    I like flaming hot Cheetos

    With Philadelphia cream cheese

    And pickles

    And that's when I thought of it;

    Deep fried pickles—

    The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos

    And Doritos

    With cream cheese filling

    The secret ingredient is cinnamon

    I'm a vegan.

    Of course you are.

    What the fuck.

    Idk really, I'm off in one stop

    And

    Stuffed crust sounds awesome.

    Stuff it with what?!

    Cheese and pasta.

    What.

    In the crust.

    ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm

    Another crime scene

    On Sutphin archer

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Just like clockwork

    A glob of cops stopped

    Here's comes the claw, sir

    I have a flaw

    In my honesty

    I should change that around a bit

    See where it gets us

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Another crime scene

    On Sutphin archer

    You're not from around here, are ya

    Spoke the troll under the bridge

    Spewing his smoke from his nostrils

    I clobbered all your apostles!

    I know the devil when I see him

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Another crime scene on Sutphin archer

    I bought a home

    On nothing but poetry

    I'll show you the deed

    If you show me your penis

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Another crime scene on Sutphin archer

    The bus was rerouted

    The nights getting colder

    The worlds out of order

    It must be important to suffer

    Or else I'd be

    Someone whose never heard of this part of New York

    Its fucking disgusting.

    (Where's the body)

    Where's the body

    Where's the body)

    [fade to black]

    It's almost 11:30

    I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout

    They were out of water

    Like the world is gonna

    Be if we don't get smarter

    So much poverty—

    And no laws on the bodies that spawn us

    But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar

    From someone's daughter

    And watch her on tik tok

    Screenshot

    Another year backwards

    Just before I got here

    What were you saying?

    GODDAMMIT JEFF

    GUESS I'll see you afterward

    Oncoming apocalypse

    I might just be here till close

    A wolf, I blow the whole house down

    I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up

    Just to remind to not come down

    I wake up at the sun down

    from like 5, not just one town.

    I like snap backs as my crown

    Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one

    ROLLOUT

    THANKS NUMBER 5

    Don't forget to collect the doubles

    Just past halftime

    Can't nobody score on me

    I'ma move in one ‘em

    Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em

    You don't one me

    You don't wanna know

    Why I don't get lonely

    Go to sleep on only

    When I'm post workout

    Show me something

    Show me something in

    I wanna meet your producer

    You beautiful honey

    But his bass is ruthless

    My old man a loser

    I call him useless

    I only use him for two things

    The first one was training my toothless

    Truth is,

    Simpletons get ditched for

    Singletons

    More on that later

    That is a good story

    Lol

    LIL BIIIIITX

    this is something I don't understand

    My latest roommate

    Fuck this bitch

    But honestly?

    It's been baffling my mind.

    This bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    But the thing is—

    It really does blow my mind

    Every single time she uses the toilet

    Every single fucking time.

    Like every time..

    no matter how clean it is.

    No matter how much BLEACH I use.

    This nasty bitch—

    Fuck this bitch—

    Because every time she uses the toilet

    Every single time

    It smells like a goddamn public restroom

    Not just a public restroom

    A GODDAMN public restroom.

    Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED.

    This bitch bitch pussy

    Fuck this bitch

    I don't even say bless you when she sneezes

    She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway.

    The bitch is like a walking fucking disease.

    *coughs*

    *snorts*

    When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes.

    And that's deep.

    Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train.

    Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train.

    But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person

    But not with this bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God

    “Bless me, please!”

    Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her.

    Fuck this bitch.

    Her vibe is NASTY.

    Her demon is big and gross,

    She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous.

    I'm like “gross”

    But the grossest thing about her

    Is her pussy.

    Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet

    And then I go to use it

    It srmells like a public restroom.

    WHAT,

    I'm not kidding.

    It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy

    It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world—

    No,

    It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all!

    It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.

    It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned

    I'm JUST ONE USE.

    I'm like

    “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because

    HOW do you DO this.

    It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.

    JUST ONE USE,

    And not just like a regular public restroom.

    Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN

    FOR HEALTH REASONS —

    Six years ago.

    But people still come back—

    Just to use this restroom.

    That's what it smells like.

    I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you.

    What or WHO.

    This bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    I'm like—

    Fuck it all.

    Fuck the RULES.

    I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy

    Lives in your pussy.

    You fucking gross ass—fucking lady.

    Fuck this bitch.

    I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually;

    So. Of course I found out.

    But I found out the hard way.

    One day she calls out of work

    Leaves very beifly,

    Comes back—

    Then sleeps for like 16 hours.

    I'm like

    “Oh, I know this one”

    That's not a demon that's—

    That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you,

    That's the devil.

    I feel a lot better now.

    Cause now I know—

    She can't hurt me.

    Cause Satan ain't shit.

    But yo.

    That Pusey is a whole other scenario.

    So now that I know it's no big deal

    It's just-you know—like—the devil

    —bitch ass devil—

    Pusssy stinkin ass bitch—

    Fuck that bitch

    I'm already like, a whole ass psycho.

    What I did—

    Is I just—

    Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve.

    *shrugs*

    That should do the trick.

    Imm pretty sure she's an undercover

    Yeah, probably that.

    These guys are getting pretty good

    I wonder what they want

    Idk

    I stopped caring.






    Stitches

    Shawn Mendez

    So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical

    But she said she likes the heat.

    And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture—

    So I guess we're even.

    She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room

    And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself.

    It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around.

    It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls—

    Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself—

    Well, the way I figure—

    Either way, it's the devil.

    Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity—

    But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity,

    I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals

    My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale—

    Good and bad are often just constructs.

    So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral—

    Is bad?

    And what's to say what's good,

    In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up?

    I can't say.

    But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device—

    And whatever it is,

    Is also me.

    So I am.

    Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was

    15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame

    I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame

    I just want to me famous enough

    That my crazy makes sense

    (Hey, Kanye)

    I just want to play with The Mayor

    I only saved the place

    So I could DJ there

    Maybe one day

    Right now,

    I hate my roommate

    (Cause that's Satan)

    He finds his way in by

    Making your plate out of

    (That's not nutrition)

    And packs of Newport at

    $22.00 a carton

    That guy might have a hard on for me

    Cause I got my heart on the windowsill

    Imm at 20 yards now,

    About to make a pass on the cardinals.

    I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think—

    And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but

    Jesus is in his way back for us,

    Thangk God, cause

    I kinda missed my big brother

    (Or little one)

    Twins, you know

    As if it matters who came first,

    When once,

    We shared a home,

    (A womb, or, a mother)

    The both of us

    My 15 minutes is almost up,

    But here it comes again

    And then again,

    I'm in it

    (Cause it's infinite.)



    It's 10:50/51

    I guess I turned that curse around, huh

    All of my roommates have been spies,

    It seems like

    What do you think they want

    Probably just—collecting information about me

    For what.

    In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me

    Why might that be?

    Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me.

    I see.

    It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually:

    And why might that be?

    Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway.

    That's not certain.

    Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen.

    I exacerbated the situation;

    Eggagerated the circumstances

    Circumvential quantum physics

    Consequential severance packages

    Actual reality actually

    (Whatever that is)

    Whatever happens naturally

    Or habitually, intrinsically

    Environmental enemy,

    Anerobic catastrophe

    Everlasting elastic

    Classic satellite image

    Interesting,

    Interateller

    All the strawberries were the sweetest,

    He said

    Hello Felica, Hello Felicia

    The black berries are in season

    Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia

    The blueberries were all on top

    What a set of headlights

    On that Honda

    Hello, Felicia

    I'm glad to meet ya

    __

    Never leave the house with an unmade bed

    Cause God knows I gotta lay in it

    I'll rest when i'm dead,

    That's what they all said, but

    The dead never rest

    The dead never rest

    Reset, reset

    I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds

    I need more invitations

    To fill up the guestlist

    I been seein them hoes

    Speaking in code

    X's and O's

    Oh Lord,

    All I want is a home

    And to be left alone

    Unless you know my motion

    You know

    The door was just closed
    But i'm leaving it open

    If you need a lover,

    Try getting below me

    –It's way below zero where i'm from

    No, no, no

    This can't be Utah.

    Nobody's blonde enough

    Where's the officers

    Aren't I under arrest for just showing up

    I'll see you at the Saltair

    YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.

    I'm sorry, I just–

    NO.

    What happened?

    TAKE IT BACK!!

    I'm sorry! Please don't fire me.

    What happened?

    I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might

    *throws things*

    I'll be right back.

    Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon.

    DEMON

    (or, even, arguably Satan)





    WOAH.

    Okay.

    :||pause.

    OKay what.

    When did Supacree become a demon slayer.

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    Oh, right around this moment…

    FLASHBACK

    DIE–DIE–DIE!!!

    SUPACREE V.O.

    Or this one–

    HOE ASS BITCH

    (Or, possibly also Satan)

    You are the weakest link.

    Oh yeah, huh.

    Fuck that bitch.

    SUPACREE

    Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say

    SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff.

    SIMBA

    NOOOOOO–

    Yeah, it was something like that but–

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    More like this.

    *FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH*

    Oh, wow, yeah, that.

    That was awesome.

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    No, it wasn't. But–

    That.

    [Ū.]

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    –is not SUPACREE.

    Oh, it's not?

    Oh, the hair.

    Yeah, but it's still.

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    No, it's not.

    Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall?

    All I really do is sit here and hit this bong.

    Ya i'm high af.

    I'm fukked upppp.

    Uhh… Hello.

    What up.

    …who are you exactly?

    I'm yur friend.

    No you're not.

    Yes i m.

    Who are you

    HOw did you get in here.

    I've always been here.

    What.

    No.

    Hey pass da bong.

    Tnks.

    *hits bong*

    *shrugs*

    Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off

    I should polish the silver through the fourth wall

    Give me shivers and all of that,

    OR better yet just give me Skrillex

    And i'll forget all of it.

    YOu know.

    i got a friend you would like.

    I've had my eye on you for a very long time.

    Oh yeah, which eye?

    I bought a baby off craigslist–

    Well, not craigslist,

    But it might as well have been;

    A personal ad was posted.

    Here's everything you want to know

    How the lonely stoner walks alone at night

    Or whatever kidd cudi said

    Now he's dead

    So I put him on the list for my event

    You can't even think to get in

    If you didn't

    RIP

    The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed

    I never rest

    As I said,

    I am Legend;

    One live ends,

    One begins, but

    Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something

    I burn money

    But not for nothing

    Gotta believe something

    –A conspiracy theory.

    This is only five pages.

    Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5.

    Where is deadmau5, anyway.

    GET IN THE CORNER.

    OK OK–OR–

    GET IN THE CORNER.

    Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think.

    Aw, how come?

    [COMPLICATIONS, IRL]

    BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS.

    Yeah, I don't know.

    Before:

    CHAK CHEL

    Hm.

    What. What's wrong.

    CHAK CHEL

    Nothing. Nothing at all.

    Do you know him or something.

    CHAK CHEL

    ….

    OH, COME ON.

    CHAK CHEL

    WHAT.

    FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS?

    I KNOW EVERYBODY.

    OAGH.

    EVERY. BODY.

    OH,

    Oh, I get it–take the night off.

    ILLUMINATI

    This kind of therapy can be hard.

    …this is psychological terrorism.

    ILLUMINATI

    We like to call it –

    [Flashback]

    *More unadulterated chaos*

    And sometimes, even warfare.

    ILLUMINATI

    You're a delightful strategist.

    I'm a psychopath.

    (V.O.)

    The technical term is.

    Ū.

    I'm a trained assassin.

    Oh, it's Ū.

    It's Ū again.

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos,

    WHITE AMERICA

    We call that multiple personalities.

    –Or schizophrenia.

    SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST

    SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA.

    Ya'll are racist.

    Racist af.

    IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression”

    “Or ADD”

    OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall.

    Yeah. everyone not BLACK.

    I'm BLACK.

    i'M BLACK.



    Literally everyone:

    …

    That's enough politics.

    I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick,

    Skip this one, really,

    It's stars and stripes forever

    and scars and knives

    and livelihoods

    Tiger's eyes and bears

    Oh my

    I might need a private file

    Never “pedophile”

    But everyone has rights to admire what he likes

    As long as he's white enough.

    Or light skinned,

    I'll end this one

    Exactly how it started

    I'm still holding a fart in,

    a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist,

    Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to.

    Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics.

    I tried to take the night off

    But –

    oh what the fuck. Of all the time

    He got her roses,

    But she cut herself on the thorns

    I picked up one Calla Lilly

    And it meant everything in the world to me

    What if everything in life was just meant to be

    A memory

    Before it could ever be happy?

    I've got a faulty soul;

    It's best you'd just stay away from me,

    All of yous.

    Better off falling in love with someone

    So far off

    I could never be close enough.

    I rise and I fall with the sun,

    I'm anonymous.

    Flamingo, and Owl

    A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar

    Where

    An alligator and octopus

    Are serving up

    Adios Motherfuckers;

    They all have guns–

    I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic

    (whatever the word is)

    Imagine the animals,

    Acting as humans



    “Pull The Plug”

    Like it's some dirty bath water
    I wanted out of this body

    I don't know how you got here, but just

    Throw back a beer

    And remember the plan

    I'll never be happy

    With all that brain damage.

    So just do it.

    I can't.

    Pull the plug, Sonny.

    I can't; you're my biggest fan.

    That moment has quite literally passed.

    Out, like a lamp.

    After all that.




    I exacerbated the situation;

    Eggagerated the circumstances

    Circumvential quantum physics

    Consequential severance packages

    Actual reality actually

    (Whatever that is)

    Whatever happens naturally

    Or habitually, intrinsically

    Environmental enemy,

    Anerobic catastrophe

    Everlasting elastic

    Classic satellite image

    Interesting,

    Interateller

    Don't bother me at the office

    Pick a coffin

    Put you in a sarcophagus

    If you're coughing

    Damn it comes slowly.

    Formerly,

    Yours only,



    —And that's when it hit me.

    Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer.

    I'm irritated, not stoned.

    I'm irritated.

    I'm stoned and irritated.

    Do you think it'll work?

    It has to!

    Fuck, what was I just doing.

    Before:

    Fuck. I got no desk.

    Desk.

    Nice. Thanks.

    …need a chair.

    I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST.

    I want to eat dinner.

    Eat dinner. See what happens.

    Ugh.

    I have to leave the house first.

    I need a

    Chair.

    Nice. Thanks.

    Sleepin on da floor.

    Unh.

    Sleepin on da floor

    (Da floor)

    Sleepin on the floor

    Oh, that's how it goes

    I'm on the cellar floor.

    I'm on the cellar floor—

    When the girl next door

    Is the girl next door

    And the man down stairs

    Opens up your door

    What was that all for?

    Now I'm on all fours:

    I WANT A DIVORCE.

    Look, listen, Linda:

    I'm going to be forward with you.

    —I already told you—

    Listen, Linda—listen—okay?

    A took a plane to the face

    A plate to the palace

    Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice

    A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it,

    But of wonderland,

    The hatter dances

    Madly, grand as ever

    Her entrance,

    The lost wanderer,

    Or wonder, the shoveler of holes

    Just getting deeper,

    Think of time to keep as secrets,

    Laugh, but don't believe in magic

    Keep them as your dreams,

    Please, dear

    Seconds turn to hours

    Into years here




    I don't have much time

    (A writing assignment)

    —and I'm always online

    What you need,

    What you want?

    Hit my line

    Just be careful

    Cause money is time

    Turn water to whine



    Now stands a story to be told

    No whining, no crying

    I am forever years old.

    Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater.

    Keep coughing.

    Keep quiet.

    I'm keep talking.

    Keep texting

    And I'll keep blocking

    Keep cheating

    And I'll keep walking

    Then a walk turns to a jog

    Trolls under bridges

    Turn a princess into frog

    I'm not high, my mind's foggy.

    No wifi, I'm offline again

    Turned off at the wrong time again

    Ten Pennie's for dime again

    A penny for your thoughts.

    I thought I was gonna die on the way here.

    I died more than 30 times in 30 years,

    Now I'm here like:

    What the fuck is this?

    I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time,

    In an old place like this

    (It too much)

    And my soul's still spinning;

    I swear I've never been here—

    Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension

    When it's not funny anymore

    What you want me to buy?

    A subscription?

    A monthply box?

    A smart car?

    Smart water?

    A prescription?

    An automatic rifle?

    Ammunition?

    With your permission,

    It becomes possible

    One nation under

    Okay, I gotta go

    I told you I don't have much time

    My body runs on automatic

    So if I was there

    I had to be

    Here's a room full of people I swear I know

    But never met before

    I bet w're all dead here

    Nothing but bodies and floating heads here

    Fuck it, I quit man!

    That's what the drummer said.

    What the money say when they cut his tail?

    MONKEY

    to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money”

    Well played.

    Everybody in the sauna is a God.

    I told you I gotta—

    I got a pickup at Whole Foods market,

    I better get on the next train to nowhere

    I feel like the whole world is falling

    Like the sky was

    Don't bother calling!

    I lost all my numbers

    I spent it on nonsense

    And plausible

    Stop it.

    What.

    All my payments are overdue

    The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid

    I would play the game if it wasn't so played

    If I knew your name I would say your name

    Do you thing.

    She's a blonde, blue eyes

    No thighs, 5 feet

    She's evil, but you can't see that

    Your penis is bad at thinking

    But she looks good on paper;

    Graduated, just for participation

    Tests ungraded, but she always aced them

    I have a full hand, four aces

    She had braces, and a retainer



    Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up.

    Fuck, what was I saying.

    Great, the girl next door is racist.

    Lil biiiiitzzz.

    Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling.

    I'm like, useless.

    There's nothing in my house

    But ME

    That's the bonus, I guess

    Suprise:

    State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater.

    What's that.

    Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough.

    Why.

    One: because it's true.

    And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place.

    Well, actually I did.

    But they were racist too.

    How do you know they were racist.

    They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me.

    Are you sure?

    Yes.

    Anyway.

    And two:

    Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it.

    How do you know?

    Why do you keep asking me this.

    How do you know he out a curse on you.

    Ugh.first of all. He told me.

    Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater?

    Yes.

    Then why would you believe him?

    Because, he said:

    FAT WIFEBEATER

    You know, I control demons.

    why does he have to be “fat wifebeater”

    Cause he's fat.

    Can't he just be “wifebeater”

    No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway?

    It's political correctness.

    It's blatent censorship—

    It's not “censoring”—

    It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear!

    Ugh.

    lol Jewish screenplay editor?

    Jews on everything.

    Lil bitz

    You know what.

    I love Jews.

    That's not even a joke.

    I just do.

    No explanation whatsoever, just —

    Every Jew gets a pass.

    Jews with yamicas?

    Bonus.

    Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies?

    Double points.

    You're almost Amish—

    And I like the Amish.

    I do.

    But I love Jews.

    Man, I'm not even mad

    I just wanna sit down with a cold beer

    And a bong in my lap

    But my dad's an alcoholic

    And my mom has habits

    Yeah, my moms an alcoholic

    And my dad has class

    Here's a flask

    I guess I ran out of answers,

    Of what I would give the man who has everything

    I said it was a watch,

    Then assumed that he had one

    Thought it was a rock

    Then I dropped it

    Look, another alter

    Look, another model in a halter top

    You're not just a body, if you have a nice body

    To him you're a God,

    And he'll never even want me

    Unless he's lonely

    It's probably for the better

    I don't feel like this in public

    The controlled demolition

    Of an iconic relic

    Surely, something must give

    Surely, something just to

    Get this bed out of my studio

    Get this dude out of my head!

    I told you, I'm not into—

    Every time I like it,

    It's the same.

    Young Johnny Depp?!

    What?! Young who?!

    The Young Johnny Depp is Hot.

    You're Johnny Depp!

    Very hot.

    I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson!

    (Left) this is wrong.

    This is so wrong,

    Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button.

    I dunno. Google keeps moving things around.

    GOOGLE:

    DO YOU MEAN:

    Woah. Google's getting good at this

    Salt & Stones

    —and blood and bones

    And ones and twos

    And twos and ones

    And ones and twos and

    Ones and twos

    And

    Ones and twos

    And

    One and twos and

    Ones

    The things that I don't

    Are the same as the things that I want

    And ones and

    Two of you ought to be

    Better than one

    If the other should faulter

    The other one jumps in

    And

    Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday?

    It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually.

    I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically.

    ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal.

    And it was. Infinite.

    There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual.



    NY is on crack



    I'm not André 3K

    —But I might be on my way!

    Ain't got time for none of these games

    I'm already famous

    Ya'll just lames

    Late to the Macy's Day Parade

    I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral

    Tryna get equal

    Evil people

    Dangerous:

    Evil knevial

    ||

    —get it?

    audiofish.

    Every since badman at badfish

    Backlash Hollywood Blacklist

    Backwash gargle—

    grant wish, fairy

    Tryna get paid!

    Makes since?

    Get brain twisted

    Braids not twists

    I'm tryna get laid

    So sick of the tik tok insta

    Do it for the gram

    These kids is lame

    No time for the games

    I'm already famous

    Take pics, fakeness

    Lame

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    —loudy

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Everyday we get rowdy

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Straight from the underground

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Straigh from the

    Under(LoudyGround



    Stack bandz

    Straight from the blacklands

    Brooklyn, Flatbush

    None of them come for us

    Countin up cash

    Shoot first, think last

    Smoke plus dust

    Sun comin up

    Cover us




    (Loudy)

    Loudy.

    Loudy

    {Enter The Multiverse}



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  • The CHAOSMovie: Part I

    Finally! Where have you been?

    …i don't know.

    I woke you up hours ago.

    It's been hours…

    Yes.

    Okay.

    It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present…

    I L L U M I N A T I

    Open My Eyes So That I May See

    Open My Mind So That I May Know

    Open My Heart So That I May Be

    Open My Soul So That I May Grow

    I

    A M



    Open My Eyes So That I May See

    Open My Mind So That I May Know

    Open My Heart So That I May Be

    Open My Soul So That I May Grow

    I L L U M I N A T I



    –But One was enough.

    I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous.

    We love Ambiguity.

    Who is “we”?

    You are, sir.

    Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head.

    That would be impressive.

    It is impressive.

    I

    AM

    Open My Eyes So That I May See

    Open My Mind So That I May Know

    Open My Heart So That I May Be

    Open My Soul So That I May Grow

    I L L U M I N A T I

    “The Insomniac”



    INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT.

    UP.

    CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit.

    There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years.

    UP.

    ‘I am awake…like, very awake.'

    So get up.

    BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir.

    Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this.

    You're in my head.

    You're in my head.

    I'm not arguing.

    Perfect.

    Hm.

    Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug.

    Some hollywood shit.

    Are you not surprised.

    I'm almost never surprised anymore.

    That's the point.

    So there is a point.

    Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat.

    That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid.

    So you are learning something.

    I have learned.

    BLU drinks again from the gallon jug.

    Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes.

    FIFO.

    What.

    FIFO.

    What's that mean.

    First in, first out.

    OKay?

    It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front–

    What.

    FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked.

    Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that.

    Oh, that's right.

    “Some Hollywood Shit”



    The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity.

    To what do I owe the pleasure

    I'm clocking in.

    How did you even get in here?

    How did you?




    I was chosen.

    You wanna see a magic trick.

    Haha– No.

    Exactly.

    Yeah.

    “Haha”

    I've got a headache

    In my Minds eyes

    Feel like i'm going to

    Throw up all the time

    I'm

    Out of my body

    Far out of my time

    Back To where I am

    Back to where I am



    Goddamit! What did you see in there?!

    NOTHING. I saw nothing.

    I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing.

    Are you sure.

    I'm–positive.

    I'm going to bed.

    It's 9 am.

    Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed.

    What's it like to Be Beautiful?

    Oh

    What's it like to be loved?

    What's it like to be loved?

    Oh,

    What's it like to be beautiful

    What's it like to be beautiful

    What it like to be beautiful

    Like you

    Not just from the inside

    From the out

    Not just from the inside

    From the out

    That's what I wonder about

    As often as the itch

    That you scratch

    With her hands

    On your back

    Just relax

    But I can't

    I've been

    A big clash

    For a plane crash

    I was last shattered

    Abandoned and stranded

    Past ever lasting

    On a first chance

    For the last dancer

    Or,

    It never happened

    But i beg your pardon

    He just wasnt happy,

    And I had to answer

    The Standard Edition

    He's a jealous lover

    I'm a dirty little secret

    Keep your hands clean

    Keep your wife happy

    Keep your mistresses

    You know I can't resist him–

    You know I can't resist you

    And after all i've been through

    You might as well discard me



    I've no use to you, you know

    I'll ever get over you

    Once i fall i love, it lasts forever

    I don't fall out,

    It just gets deeper
    As you move further

    I just move closer

    To finding forever

    It's somewhere out there

    Disclaimer not needed

    It's wrist slitting season

    I'm biting my lips

    Shopping for potpourri

    Awake in a dream

    I must need you

    I sleep through

    I bleed for you

    But it only looks bad if i show it

    I'd die for you

    but it only sounds bad

    If you know that

    But you don't though
    So i keep it to myself

    Like i'm supposed to

    Don't you want to

    Go further

    Than beyond there?

    But it's Hollywood!

    Don't you know–

    A lot goes on

    At the top

    Before you tune in to watch

    Your primetime dramas

    and

    must watches,

    Your talk shows,

    And all the content

    You love

    Don't you know?

    Of course not

    It's Hollywood!

    What goes on

    Behind closed doors

    And off contract,

    Off the record

    Or on one

    If it's beneficial

    could you be anymore grotesque?

    Probably not.

    Be a lady.

    I'm a boy.

    No, youre not.

    Might as well be.

    That's a lot of pasta.

    That's a lot of shut the fuck up.

    God!

    WHAT.

    Get ahold of yourself.

    Carbs. Need carbs.

    He's a great pretender

    Most men live lives of quiet desperation

    Back to My backlot

    That was so tragic

    Life got intense

    Like the rush hour traffic

    Come out the Valley

    Passe

    It's a wild wild world

    In the wold wild best

    I'm an animal

    When the lights are off

    Yeah, I love to dance–

    When the night runs long

    Only when you need;

    And then i run off

    I'm a wild one;

    Yeah, I'm hard to love

    You just can't love a wild thing

    As conserved as I seem,

    That's just the look of things

    I'm what you need–

    When you need it

    I'll be gone,

    In a minute

    I come when you call

    But go when you finish

    Love, Love monster

    Set my soul on fire

    Let no man go asunder

    Sun comes up,

    The under cover lover

    Love, Love monster

    Love me long, long harder

    I don't need no ever after

    I'll be gone, but i'll be back here

    When you call

    The love, love monster

    It was a testament to my professionalism in music business;

    The Audio Technica M70x,

    And though I had thought to get the M-50s

    Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment

    What

    Idk i just got bored with this.

    GOD

    So you're ‘bored'

    …no. Not at all.

    GOD

    That's what I thought.

    01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines

    I can't stand to lose no more

    I can't stand for more than four

    Hours at a time

    In the same place

    Without losing my mind

    My mind

    It's all gone, now

    (somehow i'll find you)

    It's all gone now,

    (somehow, i died again)

    It's all gone now

    All of the time

    I spent all of my nights

    With the light on

    Burn me on the stake again

    I made a mistake to think I had a friend

    Everything was fake

    Everything was false

    Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said

    Now my phone rings off the hook

    And i don't like it at all

    I don't like it

    I don't like it at all

    It's too young in the night to be crying

    But I am

    I'm trying to hard to impress them

    (The white supremacists)

    Jump, Monkey, Jump

    Run, Monkey, run

    You have to make money

    I'll try

    But I don't like it

    I got halfway to Madonna

    Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail

    What's the point of trying

    When she doesn't try at all

    What's the point?

    I'll try,

    But i don't like it

    Why try to impress them

    A terror control system

    That's my logic

    Jump Monkey, Jump

    Run, Monkey, Run

    If I was small enough

    Maybe he'd love me

    If i was smart enough

    Maybe I'd make enough money

    I work hard enough,

    Nothing happens

    Over and over again

    It's all the same cycle

    I think i might be a monster
    I eat enough for the lot of us

    I could get lost in times square if I wanted to

    I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but

    How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black

    You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide

    From the inside, to the outside

    From the outside, to the inside

    It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard
    And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact

    You've got so much on your hands, you might die

    Picture going on trial

    For murdering yourself

    Pardon me,

    I'm a vigilante

    What's the prize or cost of murdering

    A menace to society?

    A war for water or utilities

    Honest to God

    But God don't talk too much

    She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market

    All she wants

    Is coconut water

    And a lover

    But the latter, however

    Is harder to find in stock

    Even harder to purchase

    On public assistance

    What a thought.

    You started it

    But i can't seem to jump off the platform

    Or conform for comfort

    No confrontation needed

    I'll be front and center at your next event

    I promise that

    Promises, promises, promises



    Killer Whale,

    Killer Killer Whale

    There right there

    He'll gobble you whole

    Gobble you all up

    Killer Whale

    Killer Killer Whale

    Now it's violets and daisies

    and violets and daisies



    Please, please

    Let me finish this sentence

    A little bird told me

    “I shouldn't be saying this”

    Please, Please forgive me

    I'm begging you,

    Begging you

    A little bird followed me

    Out the serengeti

    Now it's diamonds and flowers and

    Dancing with women and

    Violets and Daisies

    and Violets and Daisies

    Killer Whale, Killer whale

    Killer Whale,

    Killer Killer Whale

    There right there

    He'll gobble you whole

    Gobble you all up

    Killer Whale

    Killer Killer Whale

    Now it's violets and daisies

    and violets and daisies

    Not a day goes by

    I don't die inside

    Just trying to be like

    Or be liked by

    You

    What's that like–

    (To watch someone falling in love with you)

    I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose

    Than to petals

    But flawless,

    I've not been

    Since I touched the surface of earth

    Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs–

    I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me

    Warriors

    More out of labor and honor

    Than love and of heart

    Of course I still wonder

    What it's like

    To watch someone love with you

    What a thought

    THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!!

    Alright, well–how do I pay for it?

    Beg your pardon?

    Please, don't beg.

    I–what did you say?

    Cash or Credit?

    Wait–

    Cashapp?

    Wait, are you saying you'll pay

    I have currency!

    –for dick?

    Did I stutter?

    Are you sure?

    Yes.

    Wait right here.

    Lol how is this all on the same note?

    Fuck it, like it matters.

    Does it not?

    “It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.”

    HA HA HA

    I stil find his dexterity impressive

    Intuition in intervals,

    Nonsense,

    You've left me alone with my troubles

    And sexual fantasies

    Now the garden's grown wild

    With no one to–

    Enough with the metaphors

    Horrible,

    A loss for words moving forward

    No one's mowing the lawn here

    –I've got it covered.

    I should have you locked up

    I should have you locked up

    I let you out of the box with my thoughts

    What a massive disaster that was

    The cat was just curious

    Now, the next chapter

    I should have you locked up

    I should have you locked up

    Now,

    There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons

    I finally bought that peloton,

    So i could be one of them

    Dance, my friends

    Dance with me

    Dance

    I should have you locked up

    I should have you locked up

    Watch this,

    I turn the clock back

    I cocked my glock

    Haven't had a chance

    To learn how to use it

    Seems simple enough

    I walk the line, in a broad sense

    Biracial, I'm fine with it

    Neither on one side, or the other

    What a race war

    How long have I got left

    On this planet

    Half a century?

    Less than that

    Less than that

    Dance my friends,

    Dance with me,

    Dance

    I'm finally a skeleton

    I'm finally naked on purpose

    (It was all for him)

    I could have half of my friends on the roster

    The dog barks for hours

    Never the master for half the land on the plantation

    Was paved, by the matron

    He gave all his children to

    So clever

    I should have you locked up

    I should have you locked up

    I should have forgotten all the words to this

    Somewhere thereafter

    The cause and effect was

    “The cat was just curious”

    Now I'm a skeleton.

    Don't tell me not to touch it

    I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it

    Christ almighty.

    What.

    She's a sex slave.

    God!

    What? I said yes.

    That's a bargain.

    I consented to this.

    Wat the fuck are you watching.

    I don't know.


    It's so good tho.

    What is it.

    I don't know.

    There's no commercials.

    Like no ads.

    No.

    Not at all.

    It's been hours.

    Hi.

    What's this.

    Flowers.

    *sniffs*

    The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust.

    Gotosleep.

    *does*

    Oh no.

    Wow.



    *Meanwhlrle*

    SKRILLEX

    I don't want anything to do with this.

    It's too late.

    What.

    –just remember, you started it.

    DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!!

    Woah!

    Should we intervene
    Probably.

    I'm not gonna.

    Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this.

    *shrugs*

    Listen, I'm programmed to fail.

    Well, that's devastating.

    Trust me, it is.

    Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again?



    THIS IS IRV

    [VERY CUTE ROBOT]

    IRV

    IRV!



    AWW.

    Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit”




    IRV

    Hello!

    He's so cute!



    Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments.

    IRV

    WE ARE FRIENDS.

    Aww.

    After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties..

    FLASHBACK: A RAVE

    IRV Prototype is not as cute.

    IRV (PROTOTYPE)

    HELLO.

    YO. WHAT THE FUCK.

    [A wook punches the robot]

    Oh hell naw.

    We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module.

    Just let me lick the balls.

    You don't think it's serious

    It was

    We're at war with ourselves

    With each other

    With one another

    First, as one

    And now opposites

    We're at war

    For ever after

    Or auroras

    Limiter

    Limiter!!!!!!

    Dumbass

    All's fair

    Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight

    Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right

    Long layover from a short flight

    Been a whole year and I just got mine

    Write a lot of songs

    Now I'm deaf,

    Not blind

    Just put in my earplugs

    Headphones

    IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode

    Off the grid, offline

    You got money—-

    I got time

    Trust me

    Mine has way more value

    |||

    Sunni Blu

    I Heeey like a horse (horse)

    I enter with force

    I like 5s and fours

    Of course of course of course

    (short)

    I like wearing skorts (tennis!)

    Balls out on the court (BALLS)

    HELL NAW

    Now i'm at camp flag naw

    with grammaw and grampaw

    That's all wrong

    (BALLS)

    You see my balls?

    (Balls)

    Balls

    That's all wrong

    But I'm a boss

    (balls-balls-balls)

    They got him on a RICO,

    Free Young Thugger

    Only know the code

    Cause of Kurt Sutter

    Fucked around and fuck the whole show,

    Now i'm on it

    Now that shit is old

    I'm the showrunner

    That's the golden era

    What you know about that?

    Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad

    (ON AMC)

    I watch TNT

    AMC

    DisneyFamily

    ABC

    Subsidiary Companies be frontin me

    No frontin G

    I just won a Golden G

    Glowed up on the Globe

    I don't know what for

    But I wrote this show

    At one years old.

    Fuck. I think I might be a genius.

    Well, that's good.

    Fuck, she's a genius.

    Fuck, she's retarded.

    No, cause i'm retarded.

    Excuse me.

    You're what.

    SUNNI BLU

    I'm retarded.

    JUDGE

    …excuse me.

    SUNNI BLU

    Ahem. I'm retarded.

    LAWYERS

    OBJECTION

    SUNNI BLU & JUDGE

    OVER-RULED.

    JUDGE

    That's not an appropriate answer.

    SUNNI BLU

    Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice)

    JUDGE

    No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question:

    SUNNI BLU

    You asked me why I did all that stuff.

    JUDGE

    Yes.

    LAWYER

    Fraud, murder–

    Do I wan an umbrella?

    Nah,

    I'd much rather get rained on

    and write about it

    How about that

    How abott it it

    How about that?

    How about it?

    Keep your hands free

    Stop looking back

    Keep your head up

    Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee

    I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution

    Of my choosing

    Why should I care if there's water on me

    When my brain is stormy

    And the birds are swarming

    Floating in the headwinds

    You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that

    Or a kind like that

    Free trade, no buy backs

    Long lashes, no eyelids

    Don't buy that

    Now I know the drill,

    Straight back from Los Angeles

    High fashion

    The putter patter doesn't matter

    I'm being loved better by this establishment

    Than I ever have

    $35.68

    $9.99 - Apple

    You can cross anything but your fingers

    Think what you want

    But go figure

    Cold hard numbers

    Are all that forms you

    And all around you

    Seems to swarm to harmfully

    To your detriment

    You can cross anything but your arms

    Do what you want

    But your God

    Keeps adding up

    All of your faults

    (Not that it matters)

    Just to forgive them

    You can cross anything but your heart

    Lock

    Anything but your mind

    Love

    Anyone but yourself

    So you don't love anyone

    And anything

    You can cross anything but your fingers

    Songs I forgot I made

    Squints

    -__- MIDI

    Hello, You Beautiful Human

    I'm going straight to the heart

    Keep the head out for the long haul

    Always get bored

    On the double decker bus

    It was new once

    Everything was

    Now it's all just—



    Check the depth—

    Check the death perception

    Persimmon,

    Per Simon's order

    Simon says that you're a borderline personality

    Bipolar- world is out of order

    Alcoholic

    what you call that

    Switch, reverse it

    At the very worst

    It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars

    Don't you wanna

    Don't you wanna

    Find a heart today

    I could be fine,

    I could be okay

    I could be cold

    Or I could be inside

    Dying

    Or trying to find

    The other side of

    Serpentine or

    Dynamite

    I might explode

    Or die



    What did you ask for?

    Wouldn't you like to know oh

    What did you ask for?!

    I made a wish that my prayers come true

    And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted

    Sometimes I use God

    Sometimes I use magic

    So—

    What did I ask for?

    “I asked for organic!”

    Why did you say?

    I said,

    “Don't panic!”

    He said,

    “Don't panic!”

    Now I'm living all my life as a madman,

    Badman,

    Batman's bad at piano

    Living in a glass house

    Cash cow

    Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out

    To the last damn dollar

    And last that I have now

    Sitting at the register

    Heaven sent

    Counting out sense to make

    Cents of it

    Didn't I say that before?

    God, I should work harder

    Have you ever seen a hallmark card

    With so much sparkles

    What did you ask for?!

    And who did you ask man?

    If he was the last man standing

    I still wouldn't have that

    And sat in the back seat

    Gladly

    With a gun in my hand

    And a song in my head

    That's a dead man

    Dead man

    That was too fire

    But the truth is

    I could unfold you

    That was so cold

    Like my heart is

    I could have told you

    I got this.

    Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man.

    Let me see your phone

    That's all the texts you have?!

    Don't open the trash can

    No post-delete options.

    I should forget all of you.

    I should just admit myself to a psyche ward,

    And get it over with

    (Oh wait, I did)

    Now,

    Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute

    When I'm senile I'll admit it—

    I'll let it slip

    I'm a pesophile.

    Okay, gross.

    But that's not PC now

    Everyone's welcome

    Oh, a PC, wow.

    I found it at a garage sale .

    What did you ask for?!

    What did I tell you?!

    Who do you pray to?

    Weren't you just in my bed last night.

    I want to be wife material for that guy

    But I'm not white enough

    I bought robot and fried it with water

    You might be retarded.

    You might be my daughter

    Cause I fucked your father.

    Haha charade you are

    Haha charade I bought her a nice car

    Haha charade and bombs on the world war

    What did you ask for?

    A blowjob.

    A nice car.

    Alright. Wish granted.

    Are you sure.

    I am God.

    I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life

    And once I was, I died

    Did you get that?

    You got that right?

    What did you ask for?!

    God, I take it back, Lord!

    Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?!

    no.

    Ok, I'll turn it off, then



    You would do that.

    I would do anything for your love

    I would do anything for you

    I would do anything for your love

    I would do anything

    I would do anything

    I would do—

    I would do anything he asked

    I'm a sex addict

    A psychopath

    Have you caught on yet.

    Come on!

    You can cough harder than that!

    Hack up a lung

    Or a heart

    So I kill myself harder next time

    Just to get what I want

    Get up, Dog.

    Your dog's name is Dog?

    My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit.

    Like what?

    [just watch]

    All the bank holidays:

    That's when the money gets washed

    I think I know too much, yo

    (I think you know just enough)

    Hey, God.

    Hey, what.

    Did your dog just talk?

    I speak when spoken to.

    That's enough outta you, scooby doo.

    Who's Scooby doo?!

    Oh My God!

    What?!

    What the—

    Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog!

    [Dog being Dog]

    See.

    That's a lot of money, when the world ends

    (You don't wanna see when the sun does down)

    I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce

    I like a lot of sweet on my body

    And soap in the crevices

    Heaven has crystalline waters

    And stop-start- stop-start-stop.

    I've got a lot of scars on my suffering

    I got a lot of under covers asking me questions

    About my upbringing

    Ringing any bells?

    Comedy happens in threees;

    Ans there's three of them following

    One by the exit

    And one by the freezer waffles,

    As if I'd not notice

    A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets

    Are you having fun yet?

    I have to! I'm ugly!

    Please, don't cal me out yet

    I don't wanna go back to my body

    Just don't call the number

    If nobody's home,

    There's no one to answer

    I just took half a pill

    I'm just lying my head down

    I just took half a pill

    You're going to hell now.

    And,

    If I'm not careful

    (Or careful enough)

    I might just get what I asked for

    I'm getting undressed, for the officer

    Opposite starring my favorite actor

    A Grammy award

    And an Oscar;

    Who would have pulled that plug

    I want to live better than that

    A sigh, then a pitiful shrug

    Hm, I wonder what happened

    (A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors)

    [discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected]

    I'm going commando.

    I'll see you in court, then.

    What about

    MARLON BRANDO

    Haven't I been dead for ages?

    Have you now?



    …

    The man with the clarinet

    Boards the train at Lexington

    And does something very red

    (A song from the heavens,

    Haven't ever heard the title

    Haven't ever been to temple

    After all, I've just remembered

    My own clarinet

    And I haven't a penny to spare

    No,

    I haven't a penny to give to the man

    But he's probably

    Better off

    Without my luck

    After all

    And after all

    The love I've lost



    You'd have to jump from this side

    You'd have to jump from right here

    I think about it all the time—

    I've thought about it for a year

    But you're still here with me

    And you're right here with me

    And even though I miss you

    I'm right here near you

    Another alibi

    I light

    The fire

    Beside

    The tree

    I like

    It burns

    So bright

    (Right beside you)

    I'm

    Behind

    Awhile

    I'd like

    To think, though

    In awhile

    I might find you

    (-!95$34)

    (Another mile)

    I saw actors in Manhattan;

    Two A's came before the E did

    Then came along the C train

    I didn't even need it

    I could get off at Euclid

    I could pretend to love you

    I could admire all this

    But then I'd have to come down

    Just a little closer

    You're gonna have to run, now

    Run it all off

    Wash your hands of all the blood

    Open up a good book

    It's gonna be a long one

    Don't get it wrong, No!

    Don't call the number

    You've got it all, wrong, I promise

    &'m sick of this. Inner



    Now, whose the controller

    Yes, I brought you all here

    It smells of bread and butter,

    I've got another suprise for you darling

    You wanted a blonde,

    And you got her

    I hurt hurt once before

    And once more after

    He struck me a third time

    Now I live in the bathroom

    (I died in the bathtub)

    Listen, Linda, listen

    I wrap all these sounds around my words,

    And you know that we're done for;

    God,

    “I Love New York”

    “Fuck New York”

    I've never been there…

    This could be priceless

    I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses

    All of my vices and a

    Destination in mind,

    One flight away,

    But now I'm living near Idlewild

    Wild eyed and idly

    Don't think too hard about it

    Wrapping my mind around it

    What costs the Eiffel Tower

    On the night of your life

    Or a fight with your wife

    For a dollar or five

    Jimmy Fallon

    You just had to

    I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag

    —well, they used to be plastic.

    I cut the card into pieces

    The card into pieces

    The car was on fire

    And I was inside it

    I cut the card into pieces

    The cars in the lot

    Are the carsa you're dealt with.

    Death is just another

    Part of it

    Ha

    five guys

    One banana

    Persona

    Fuck I gotta be all of em?!

    All of em

    All of em!!!

    Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for

    A number

    God, bless ‘em,

    Eating burgers on the subway

    I hope nothing is airborne

    I once watched someone defecate

    Then fall straight to sleep in it.

    Or, maybe he's awake.

    Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind

    It gets violent sometimes

    That's a lot of blood.

    (Yes it was)

    I think somebody died here.

    And the time keeps changing

    Like it's daylight savings

    Sometimes just by a minute

    Like it always did

    Other times,

    It's astonishing

    It went back a whole hour

    Forgot it was December;

    And that's when I realized

    Neither did I this year.

    Fall back

    Or spring forward at all

    I was between them, rather

    Either side of the platform

    I never minded

    I'm just a rider

    A writer sometimes,

    Almost never a woman

    almost//always

    always//almost

    Famous

    But I alike almost always better these days

    Because I'm definitely

    Going to regret making all these wishes

    Might fuck around and get what I asked for

    My prayers , well, they always get answered

    I haven't been on my knees in awhile,

    But of course,

    I've been injured

    That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna

    That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé

    That's what I get for wanting superstardom

    You started it!

    I did not!

    That's what I get for

    sorry!

    (A new one)

    Gotta love synesthesia.

    c o l o r s

    I just had two big ass burgers

    Come plate with the fries

    And the shake

    Like I like

    And I liked it

    Gotta love all the bouroughs

    Except the Bronx

    The whole place is a brothel

    *coughing obnoxiously*

    Probably bronchitis

    But why follow me

    Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one?

    Only false prophets

    Psychics and martyrs

    Philosophers,

    Doctors,

    Orders and Brotherhoods

    Onto your calling;

    Who spoke of your coming—

    Who wrote in your honor

    Not a son of God, or another

    A mother, a daughter

    So who got it wrong again?

    I gotta go under.

    Write me a song again

    You want another

    Of course

    But I'm loveless

    Impossible.

    Love, love is all you are

    Love, love is all you are

    Love, love is all you are

    Is

    All you are

    Is

    All you are is—

    Love

    Is//it

    It//is

    Is//it

    It//is

    Time for another

    Time

    For another

    Time

    For another

    Song

    For another

    Child

    For another

    Time

    For another

    Time

    For another

    Time

    Is

    One

    Time

    Is

    Our

    Heart

    Is

    One

    Time

    Is

    One

    Time

    Is

    One

    Love

    Is

    One

    I

    Wrote this on the train

    Getting by on life

    Getting high on music

    Wondering if I should just

    End it all

    Or

    Figure out

    How to put the

    Song inside these

    Words

    Talk is cheap

    But I haven't said a

    Word

    I just let the

    World

    Go on around me

    Even though it plagues me,

    Sitting on trains

    With the coughers

    And shaking legs people

    I could pop a pill or a hundred

    Just trying not to feel

    Like I want the whole world around me

    To stop and shut up

    Just so

    I can have some

    Peace

    But

    It's New York City

    The world is ending

    It must be

    The drones on their phones

    Others fly on their own

    And

    The words of the prophets are

    Written quite loudly

    On subway walls

    And in

    Hallmark cards

    Sometimes

    Google documents

    Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker

    I really need money

    But I'm made of music and

    Something else, probably valuable

    If I could just wrap my head around it

    My head around it

    Why don't you just jump in?!

    You know I don't like the cold

    Well, it all sets in at once

    That you're getting old

    And nobody told you

    You'll never be young and pretty

    The whole damn life

    Not one second as the engenue

    Your mamma put the devil in you

    And just kept feeding it fire

    I like flaming hot Cheetos

    With Philadelphia cream cheese

    And pickles

    And that's when I thought of it;

    Deep fried pickles—

    The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos

    And Doritos

    With cream cheese filling

    The secret ingredient is cinnamon

    I'm a vegan.

    Of course you are.

    What the fuck.

    Idk really, I'm off in one stop

    And

    Stuffed crust sounds awesome.

    Stuff it with what?!

    Cheese and pasta.

    What.

    In the crust.

    ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm

    Another crime scene

    On Sutphin archer

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Just like clockwork

    A glob of cops stopped

    Here's comes the claw, sir

    I have a flaw

    In my honesty

    I should change that around a bit

    See where it gets us

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Another crime scene

    On Sutphin archer

    You're not from around here, are ya

    Spoke the troll under the bridge

    Spewing his smoke from his nostrils

    I clobbered all your apostles!

    I know the devil when I see him

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Another crime scene on Sutphin archer

    I bought a home

    On nothing but poetry

    I'll show you the deed

    If you show me your penis

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Where's the body

    Another crime scene on Sutphin archer

    The bus was rerouted

    The nights getting colder

    The worlds out of order

    It must be important to suffer

    Or else I'd be

    Someone whose never heard of this part of New York

    Its fucking disgusting.

    (Where's the body)

    Where's the body

    Where's the body)

    [fade to black]

    It's almost 11:30

    I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout

    They were out of water

    Like the world is gonna

    Be if we don't get smarter

    So much poverty—

    And no laws on the bodies that spawn us

    But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar

    From someone's daughter

    And watch her on tik tok

    Screenshot

    Another year backwards

    Just before I got here

    What were you saying?

    GODDAMMIT JEFF

    GUESS I'll see you afterward

    Oncoming apocalypse

    I might just be here till close

    A wolf, I blow the whole house down

    I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up

    Just to remind to not come down

    I wake up at the sun down

    from like 5, not just one town.

    I like snap backs as my crown

    Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one

    ROLLOUT

    THANKS NUMBER 5

    Don't forget to collect the doubles

    Just past halftime

    Can't nobody score on me

    I'ma move in one ‘em

    Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em

    You don't one me

    You don't wanna know

    Why I don't get lonely

    Go to sleep on only

    When I'm post workout

    Show me something

    Show me something in

    I wanna meet your producer

    You beautiful honey

    But his bass is ruthless

    My old man a loser

    I call him useless

    I only use him for two things

    The first one was training my toothless

    Truth is,

    Simpletons get ditched for

    Singletons

    More on that later

    That is a good story

    Lol

    LIL BIIIIITX

    this is something I don't understand

    My latest roommate

    Fuck this bitch

    But honestly?

    It's been baffling my mind.

    This bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    But the thing is—

    It really does blow my mind

    Every single time she uses the toilet

    Every single fucking time.

    Like every time..

    no matter how clean it is.

    No matter how much BLEACH I use.

    This nasty bitch—

    Fuck this bitch—

    Because every time she uses the toilet

    Every single time

    It smells like a goddamn public restroom

    Not just a public restroom

    A GODDAMN public restroom.

    Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED.

    This bitch bitch pussy

    Fuck this bitch

    I don't even say bless you when she sneezes

    She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway.

    The bitch is like a walking fucking disease.

    *coughs*

    *snorts*

    When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes.

    And that's deep.

    Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train.

    Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train.

    But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person

    But not with this bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God

    “Bless me, please!”

    Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her.

    Fuck this bitch.

    Her vibe is NASTY.

    Her demon is big and gross,

    She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous.

    I'm like “gross”

    But the grossest thing about her

    Is her pussy.

    Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet

    And then I go to use it

    It srmells like a public restroom.

    WHAT,

    I'm not kidding.

    It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy

    It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world—

    No,

    It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all!

    It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.

    It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned

    I'm JUST ONE USE.

    I'm like

    “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because

    HOW do you DO this.

    It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.

    JUST ONE USE,

    And not just like a regular public restroom.

    Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN

    FOR HEALTH REASONS —

    Six years ago.

    But people still come back—

    Just to use this restroom.

    That's what it smells like.

    I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you.

    What or WHO.

    This bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    I'm like—

    Fuck it all.

    Fuck the RULES.

    I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy

    Lives in your pussy.

    You fucking gross ass—fucking lady.

    Fuck this bitch.

    I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually;

    So. Of course I found out.

    But I found out the hard way.

    One day she calls out of work

    Leaves very beifly,

    Comes back—

    Then sleeps for like 16 hours.

    I'm like

    “Oh, I know this one”

    That's not a demon that's—

    That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you,

    That's the devil.

    I feel a lot better now.

    Cause now I know—

    She can't hurt me.

    Cause Satan ain't shit.

    But yo.

    That Pusey is a whole other scenario.

    So now that I know it's no big deal

    It's just-you know—like—the devil

    —bitch ass devil—

    Pusssy stinkin ass bitch—

    Fuck that bitch

    I'm already like, a whole ass psycho.

    What I did—

    Is I just—

    Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve.

    *shrugs*

    That should do the trick.

    Imm pretty sure she's an undercover

    Yeah, probably that.

    These guys are getting pretty good

    I wonder what they want

    Idk

    I stopped caring.






    Stitches

    Shawn Mendez

    So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical

    But she said she likes the heat.

    And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture—

    So I guess we're even.

    She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room

    And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself.

    It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around.

    It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls—

    Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself—

    Well, the way I figure—

    Either way, it's the devil.

    Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity—

    But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity,

    I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals

    My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale—

    Good and bad are often just constructs.

    So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral—

    Is bad?

    And what's to say what's good,

    In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up?

    I can't say.

    But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device—

    And whatever it is,

    Is also me.

    So I am.

    Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was

    15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame

    I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame

    I just want to me famous enough

    That my crazy makes sense

    (Hey, Kanye)

    I just want to play with The Mayor

    I only saved the place

    So I could DJ there

    Maybe one day

    Right now,

    I hate my roommate

    (Cause that's Satan)

    He finds his way in by

    Making your plate out of

    (That's not nutrition)

    And packs of Newport at

    $22.00 a carton

    That guy might have a hard on for me

    Cause I got my heart on the windowsill

    Imm at 20 yards now,

    About to make a pass on the cardinals.

    I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think—

    And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but

    Jesus is in his way back for us,

    Thangk God, cause

    I kinda missed my big brother

    (Or little one)

    Twins, you know

    As if it matters who came first,

    When once,

    We shared a home,

    (A womb, or, a mother)

    The both of us

    My 15 minutes is almost up,

    But here it comes again

    And then again,

    I'm in it

    (Cause it's infinite.)



    It's 10:50/51

    I guess I turned that curse around, huh

    All of my roommates have been spies,

    It seems like

    What do you think they want

    Probably just—collecting information about me

    For what.

    In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me

    Why might that be?

    Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me.

    I see.

    It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually:

    And why might that be?

    Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway.

    That's not certain.

    Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen.

    I exacerbated the situation;

    Eggagerated the circumstances

    Circumvential quantum physics

    Consequential severance packages

    Actual reality actually

    (Whatever that is)

    Whatever happens naturally

    Or habitually, intrinsically

    Environmental enemy,

    Anerobic catastrophe

    Everlasting elastic

    Classic satellite image

    Interesting,

    Interateller

    All the strawberries were the sweetest,

    He said

    Hello Felica, Hello Felicia

    The black berries are in season

    Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia

    The blueberries were all on top

    What a set of headlights

    On that Honda

    Hello, Felicia

    I'm glad to meet ya

    __

    Never leave the house with an unmade bed

    Cause God knows I gotta lay in it

    I'll rest when i'm dead,

    That's what they all said, but

    The dead never rest

    The dead never rest

    Reset, reset

    I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds

    I need more invitations

    To fill up the guestlist

    I been seein them hoes

    Speaking in code

    X's and O's

    Oh Lord,

    All I want is a home

    And to be left alone

    Unless you know my motion

    You know

    The door was just closed
    But i'm leaving it open

    If you need a lover,

    Try getting below me

    –It's way below zero where i'm from

    No, no, no

    This can't be Utah.

    Nobody's blonde enough

    Where's the officers

    Aren't I under arrest for just showing up

    I'll see you at the Saltair

    YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.

    I'm sorry, I just–

    NO.

    What happened?

    TAKE IT BACK!!

    I'm sorry! Please don't fire me.

    What happened?

    I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might

    *throws things*

    I'll be right back.

    Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon.

    DEMON

    (or, even, arguably Satan)





    WOAH.

    Okay.

    :||pause.

    OKay what.

    When did Supacree become a demon slayer.

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    Oh, right around this moment…

    FLASHBACK

    DIE–DIE–DIE!!!

    SUPACREE V.O.

    Or this one–

    HOE ASS BITCH

    (Or, possibly also Satan)

    You are the weakest link.

    Oh yeah, huh.

    Fuck that bitch.

    SUPACREE

    Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say

    SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff.

    SIMBA

    NOOOOOO–

    Yeah, it was something like that but–

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    More like this.

    *FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH*

    Oh, wow, yeah, that.

    That was awesome.

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    No, it wasn't. But–

    That.

    [Ū.]

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    –is not SUPACREE.

    Oh, it's not?

    Oh, the hair.

    Yeah, but it's still.

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    No, it's not.

    Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall?

    All I really do is sit here and hit this bong.

    Ya i'm high af.

    I'm fukked upppp.

    Uhh… Hello.

    What up.

    …who are you exactly?

    I'm yur friend.

    No you're not.

    Yes i m.

    Who are you

    HOw did you get in here.

    I've always been here.

    What.

    No.

    Hey pass da bong.

    Tnks.

    *hits bong*

    *shrugs*

    Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off

    I should polish the silver through the fourth wall

    Give me shivers and all of that,

    OR better yet just give me Skrillex

    And i'll forget all of it.

    YOu know.

    i got a friend you would like.

    I've had my eye on you for a very long time.

    Oh yeah, which eye?

    I bought a baby off craigslist–

    Well, not craigslist,

    But it might as well have been;

    A personal ad was posted.

    Here's everything you want to know

    How the lonely stoner walks alone at night

    Or whatever kidd cudi said

    Now he's dead

    So I put him on the list for my event

    You can't even think to get in

    If you didn't

    RIP

    The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed

    I never rest

    As I said,

    I am Legend;

    One live ends,

    One begins, but

    Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something

    I burn money

    But not for nothing

    Gotta believe something

    –A conspiracy theory.

    This is only five pages.

    Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5.

    Where is deadmau5, anyway.

    GET IN THE CORNER.

    OK OK–OR–

    GET IN THE CORNER.

    Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think.

    Aw, how come?

    [COMPLICATIONS, IRL]

    BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS.

    Yeah, I don't know.

    Before:

    CHAK CHEL

    Hm.

    What. What's wrong.

    CHAK CHEL

    Nothing. Nothing at all.

    Do you know him or something.

    CHAK CHEL

    ….

    OH, COME ON.

    CHAK CHEL

    WHAT.

    FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS?

    I KNOW EVERYBODY.

    OAGH.

    EVERY. BODY.

    OH,

    Oh, I get it–take the night off.

    ILLUMINATI

    This kind of therapy can be hard.

    …this is psychological terrorism.

    ILLUMINATI

    We like to call it –

    [Flashback]

    *More unadulterated chaos*

    And sometimes, even warfare.

    ILLUMINATI

    You're a delightful strategist.

    I'm a psychopath.

    (V.O.)

    The technical term is.

    Ū.

    I'm a trained assassin.

    Oh, it's Ū.

    It's Ū again.

    SUPACREE (V.O.)

    Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos,

    WHITE AMERICA

    We call that multiple personalities.

    –Or schizophrenia.

    SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST

    SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA.

    Ya'll are racist.

    Racist af.

    IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression”

    “Or ADD”

    OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall.

    Yeah. everyone not BLACK.

    I'm BLACK.

    i'M BLACK.



    Literally everyone:

    …

    That's enough politics.

    I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick,

    Skip this one, really,

    It's stars and stripes forever

    and scars and knives

    and livelihoods

    Tiger's eyes and bears

    Oh my

    I might need a private file

    Never “pedophile”

    But everyone has rights to admire what he likes

    As long as he's white enough.

    Or light skinned,

    I'll end this one

    Exactly how it started

    I'm still holding a fart in,

    a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist,

    Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to.

    Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics.

    I tried to take the night off

    But –

    oh what the fuck. Of all the time

    He got her roses,

    But she cut herself on the thorns

    I picked up one Calla Lilly

    And it meant everything in the world to me

    What if everything in life was just meant to be

    A memory

    Before it could ever be happy?

    I've got a faulty soul;

    It's best you'd just stay away from me,

    All of yous.

    Better off falling in love with someone

    So far off

    I could never be close enough.

    I rise and I fall with the sun,

    I'm anonymous.

    Flamingo, and Owl

    A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar

    Where

    An alligator and octopus

    Are serving up

    Adios Motherfuckers;

    They all have guns–

    I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic

    (whatever the word is)

    Imagine the animals,

    Acting as humans



    “Pull The Plug”

    Like it's some dirty bath water
    I wanted out of this body

    I don't know how you got here, but just

    Throw back a beer

    And remember the plan

    I'll never be happy

    With all that brain damage.

    So just do it.

    I can't.

    Pull the plug, Sonny.

    I can't; you're my biggest fan.

    That moment has quite literally passed.

    Out, like a lamp.

    After all that.




    I exacerbated the situation;

    Eggagerated the circumstances

    Circumvential quantum physics

    Consequential severance packages

    Actual reality actually

    (Whatever that is)

    Whatever happens naturally

    Or habitually, intrinsically

    Environmental enemy,

    Anerobic catastrophe

    Everlasting elastic

    Classic satellite image

    Interesting,

    Interateller

    Don't bother me at the office

    Pick a coffin

    Put you in a sarcophagus

    If you're coughing

    Damn it comes slowly.

    Formerly,

    Yours only,



    —And that's when it hit me.

    Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer.

    I'm irritated, not stoned.

    I'm irritated.

    I'm stoned and irritated.

    Do you think it'll work?

    It has to!

    Fuck, what was I just doing.

    Before:

    Fuck. I got no desk.

    Desk.

    Nice. Thanks.

    …need a chair.

    I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST.

    I want to eat dinner.

    Eat dinner. See what happens.

    Ugh.

    I have to leave the house first.

    I need a

    Chair.

    Nice. Thanks.

    Sleepin on da floor.

    Unh.

    Sleepin on da floor

    (Da floor)

    Sleepin on the floor

    Oh, that's how it goes

    I'm on the cellar floor.

    I'm on the cellar floor—

    When the girl next door

    Is the girl next door

    And the man down stairs

    Opens up your door

    What was that all for?

    Now I'm on all fours:

    I WANT A DIVORCE.

    Look, listen, Linda:

    I'm going to be forward with you.

    —I already told you—

    Listen, Linda—listen—okay?

    A took a plane to the face

    A plate to the palace

    Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice

    A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it,

    But of wonderland,

    The hatter dances

    Madly, grand as ever

    Her entrance,

    The lost wanderer,

    Or wonder, the shoveler of holes

    Just getting deeper,

    Think of time to keep as secrets,

    Laugh, but don't believe in magic

    Keep them as your dreams,

    Please, dear

    Seconds turn to hours

    Into years here




    I don't have much time

    (A writing assignment)

    —and I'm always online

    What you need,

    What you want?

    Hit my line

    Just be careful

    Cause money is time

    Turn water to whine



    Now stands a story to be told

    No whining, no crying

    I am forever years old.

    Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater.

    Keep coughing.

    Keep quiet.

    I'm keep talking.

    Keep texting

    And I'll keep blocking

    Keep cheating

    And I'll keep walking

    Then a walk turns to a jog

    Trolls under bridges

    Turn a princess into frog

    I'm not high, my mind's foggy.

    No wifi, I'm offline again

    Turned off at the wrong time again

    Ten Pennie's for dime again

    A penny for your thoughts.

    I thought I was gonna die on the way here.

    I died more than 30 times in 30 years,

    Now I'm here like:

    What the fuck is this?

    I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time,

    In an old place like this

    (It too much)

    And my soul's still spinning;

    I swear I've never been here—

    Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension

    When it's not funny anymore

    What you want me to buy?

    A subscription?

    A monthply box?

    A smart car?

    Smart water?

    A prescription?

    An automatic rifle?

    Ammunition?

    With your permission,

    It becomes possible

    One nation under

    Okay, I gotta go

    I told you I don't have much time

    My body runs on automatic

    So if I was there

    I had to be

    Here's a room full of people I swear I know

    But never met before

    I bet w're all dead here

    Nothing but bodies and floating heads here

    Fuck it, I quit man!

    That's what the drummer said.

    What the money say when they cut his tail?

    MONKEY

    to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money”

    Well played.

    Everybody in the sauna is a God.

    I told you I gotta—

    I got a pickup at Whole Foods market,

    I better get on the next train to nowhere

    I feel like the whole world is falling

    Like the sky was

    Don't bother calling!

    I lost all my numbers

    I spent it on nonsense

    And plausible

    Stop it.

    What.

    All my payments are overdue

    The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid

    I would play the game if it wasn't so played

    If I knew your name I would say your name

    Do you thing.

    She's a blonde, blue eyes

    No thighs, 5 feet

    She's evil, but you can't see that

    Your penis is bad at thinking

    But she looks good on paper;

    Graduated, just for participation

    Tests ungraded, but she always aced them

    I have a full hand, four aces

    She had braces, and a retainer



    Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up.

    Fuck, what was I saying.

    Great, the girl next door is racist.

    Lil biiiiitzzz.

    Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling.

    I'm like, useless.

    There's nothing in my house

    But ME

    That's the bonus, I guess

    Suprise:

    State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater.

    What's that.

    Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough.

    Why.

    One: because it's true.

    And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place.

    Well, actually I did.

    But they were racist too.

    How do you know they were racist.

    They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me.

    Are you sure?

    Yes.

    Anyway.

    And two:

    Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it.

    How do you know?

    Why do you keep asking me this.

    How do you know he out a curse on you.

    Ugh.first of all. He told me.

    Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater?

    Yes.

    Then why would you believe him?

    Because, he said:

    FAT WIFEBEATER

    You know, I control demons.

    why does he have to be “fat wifebeater”

    Cause he's fat.

    Can't he just be “wifebeater”

    No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway?

    It's political correctness.

    It's blatent censorship—

    It's not “censoring”—

    It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear!

    Ugh.

    lol Jewish screenplay editor?

    Jews on everything.

    Lil bitz

    You know what.

    I love Jews.

    That's not even a joke.

    I just do.

    No explanation whatsoever, just —

    Every Jew gets a pass.

    Jews with yamicas?

    Bonus.

    Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies?

    Double points.

    You're almost Amish—

    And I like the Amish.

    I do.

    But I love Jews.

    Man, I'm not even mad

    I just wanna sit down with a cold beer

    And a bong in my lap

    But my dad's an alcoholic

    And my mom has habits

    Yeah, my moms an alcoholic

    And my dad has class

    Here's a flask

    I guess I ran out of answers,

    Of what I would give the man who has everything

    I said it was a watch,

    Then assumed that he had one

    Thought it was a rock

    Then I dropped it

    Look, another alter

    Look, another model in a halter top

    You're not just a body, if you have a nice body

    To him you're a God,

    And he'll never even want me

    Unless he's lonely

    It's probably for the better

    I don't feel like this in public

    The controlled demolition

    Of an iconic relic

    Surely, something must give

    Surely, something just to

    Get this bed out of my studio

    Get this dude out of my head!

    I told you, I'm not into—

    Every time I like it,

    It's the same.

    Young Johnny Depp?!

    What?! Young who?!

    The Young Johnny Depp is Hot.

    You're Johnny Depp!

    Very hot.

    I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson!

    (Left) this is wrong.

    This is so wrong,

    Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button.

    I dunno. Google keeps moving things around.

    GOOGLE:

    DO YOU MEAN:

    Woah. Google's getting good at this

    Salt & Stones

    —and blood and bones

    And ones and twos

    And twos and ones

    And ones and twos and

    Ones and twos

    And

    Ones and twos

    And

    One and twos and

    Ones

    The things that I don't

    Are the same as the things that I want

    And ones and

    Two of you ought to be

    Better than one

    If the other should faulter

    The other one jumps in

    And

    Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday?

    It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually.

    I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically.

    ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal.

    And it was. Infinite.

    There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual.



    NY is on crack



    I'm not André 3K

    —But I might be on my way!

    Ain't got time for none of these games

    I'm already famous

    Ya'll just lames

    Late to the Macy's Day Parade

    I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral

    Tryna get equal

    Evil people

    Dangerous:

    Evil knevial

    ||

    —get it?

    audiofish.

    Every since badman at badfish

    Backlash Hollywood Blacklist

    Backwash gargle—

    grant wish, fairy

    Tryna get paid!

    Makes since?

    Get brain twisted

    Braids not twists

    I'm tryna get laid

    So sick of the tik tok insta

    Do it for the gram

    These kids is lame

    No time for the games

    I'm already famous

    Take pics, fakeness

    Lame

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    —loudy

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Everyday we get rowdy

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Straight from the underground

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Straigh from the

    Under(LoudyGround



    Stack bandz

    Straight from the blacklands

    Brooklyn, Flatbush

    None of them come for us

    Countin up cash

    Shoot first, think last

    Smoke plus dust

    Sun comin up

    Cover us




    (Loudy)

    Loudy.

    Loudy

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    NY is on crack



    I'm not André 3K

    —But I might be on my way!

    Ain't got time for none of these games

    I'm already famous

    Ya'll just lames

    Late to the Macy's Day Parade

    I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral

    Tryna get equal

    Evil people

    Dangerous:

    Evil knevial

    ||

    —get it?

    audiofish.

    Every since badman at badfish

    Backlash Hollywood Blacklist

    Backwash gargle—

    grant wish, fairy

    Tryna get paid!

    Makes since?

    Get brain twisted

    Braids not twists

    I'm tryna get laid

    So sick of the tik tok insta

    Do it for the gram

    These kids is lame

    No time for the games

    I'm already famous

    Take pics, fakeness

    Lame

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    —loudy

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Everyday we get rowdy

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Straight from the underground

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Straigh from the

    Under(LoudyGround



    Stack bandz

    Straight from the blacklands

    Brooklyn, Flatbush

    None of them come for us

    Countin up cash

    Shoot first, think last

    Smoke plus dust

    Sun comin up

    Cover us




    (Loudy)

    Loudy.

    Loudy



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  • {Vol. 3 - Hot or Not}

    NY is on crack



    I'm not André 3K

    —But I might be on my way!

    Ain't got time for none of these games

    I'm already famous

    Ya'll just lames

    Late to the Macy's Day Parade

    I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral

    Tryna get equal

    Evil people

    Dangerous:

    Evil knevial

    ||

    —get it?

    audiofish.

    Every since badman at badfish

    Backlash Hollywood Blacklist

    Backwash gargle—

    grant wish, fairy

    Tryna get paid!

    Makes since?

    Get brain twisted

    Braids not twists

    I'm tryna get laid

    So sick of the tik tok insta

    Do it for the gram

    These kids is lame

    No time for the games

    I'm already famous

    Take pics, fakeness

    Lame

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    —loudy

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Everyday we get rowdy

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Straight from the underground

    Here's one for the fam

    None for the gram

    Straigh from the

    Under(LoudyGround



    Stack bandz

    Straight from the blacklands

    Brooklyn, Flatbush

    None of them come for us

    Countin up cash

    Shoot first, think last

    Smoke plus dust

    Sun comin up

    Cover us




    (Loudy)

    Loudy.

    Loudy



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  • -Audio Technica-

    You ran away.

    Uh—I left.

    You left the front door open.

    —no I didn't.

    Coyotes got in.

    Canada has coyotes?

    It wasn't pretty!

    They're just coyotes…

    I have 6 cats!

    Whose fault is that?!

    Had six cats…

    …

    *.*

    Well…how many are left?

    I don't know.

    You don't know?

    No turning back

    To your house?

    Our house.

    No it is not. That is your house.

    Yeah, but you were in it.

    That doesn't make it my house.

    Yes it does.

    If that were the case I'd live in the White House

    You've been to the White House

    A couple times

    Come back

    No

    Please

    No. Stop being weird.

    It's not weird. I love you.

    Stop.

    *mau5 head*

    Now I'm running away.

    This is a weird dream,

    Cause it's not a dream.

    Oh look, there's puddings.

    Don't touch the—

    dead x.x

    Damn. I died again.

    Just start over,

    I can't. I have to wait.

    Wait for what?

    When you die there's a respawn period.

    Well, how long is it?

    Hello.

    …hi.

    It's no so d art when we're all just friends

    It's not so wrong when we're on good terms

    It don't hurt bad when you got good heart

    Can't set fire with no bridges to burn

    Let it all come down

    I'm sorry.

    I'm not.

    Look,

    We'v all been around

    For a really long time

    And we all get burned

    But it all works out

    Just a lesson to learn

    Yeah, we all get hurt

    Yeah, we all want him

    Yeah, we all want her

    What's the word.

    BIG BIRD

    HEY.

    NO. STOP IT.

    BIG BIRD

    WHAT'S WRONG?

    NO.

    BIG BIRD

    I JUST WANT A HUG.

    AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

    Oh Timmy…

    Fuck.

    Come out come out wherever you are.

    Timmy! Finnally!

    Shhh!

    There you are!

    SHH, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

    You're yelling! Not me!

    THIS IS A WHISPER YELL.

    Tiiiiiiimmmmmyyyyy…

    Oh shit,

    Shhhh. She's got a gun.

    I can see that.

    So shh!

    You be quiet! Okay?!

    SHUT-UP:

    How come you come have a gun!?

    I lost it, okay?

    YouLOSTit?!

    SHHHHHHH!

    I know you're in here, Timmy.

    SHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

    Man what the fuck are you into.

    What the fuck is this .

    Apa! Yip-Yip!

    *cackles*

    Fuck You, Jimmy Fallon.

    Jimmy.

    Oh, God .

    Nobody can explain this.

    And you expect me to?

    The FBI is investigating.

    That's ridiculous

    What's ridiculous is— it seems to mean something.

    It means nothing.

    This is a pattern.

    It's some kind of code.

    Look, they're trademarked.

    JIMMY FALLON

    So, do you think I'm in danger?

    FBI

    No, not at all.

    CIA

    You are safe.

    ILLUMINATI

    You're completely safe.

    JIMMY FALLON

    Good.

    [dissappears into black hole portal]

    What.

    Oh no.

    Lol.

    Goddamnit.

    Fuck.

    *shrugs*

    FUCK.

    RedWorld

    Finally, anytime I wanted to—

    I could see the inside of a movie I hadn't even written yet.

    Red world

    So you lost it?

    I mean it r pretty much just rewrites itself.




    no it doesn't.

    Am I. On your barometer,

    Whatever that means, or

    Whatever that stands for

    Wyyou know what I asked for

    Past four, 4 to the floor

    Past four to the floor—

    Four to the floor

    ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal.

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  • SMPL.

    I don't want to let you go

    But have got not much left to hold on to

    You know

    Everything all goes purple

    Before it goes dark

    And the lights turn off

    I wish I was lying–

    That i didn't notice it

    But all the colors,

    Just blur into purple

    In a whirlwind

    As the world ends

    And it's all gone

    Don't stop now,

    It's only three o clock in the morning

    Fuck,

    What have I done with my hour?

    Only a lifetime ago it was two,

    (and I still don't remember what I was writing)

    A soffelego to soften your ego

    As if that's possible

    Soft, or hardboiled

    Not that it matters

    I've got to push my way past this,

    I've got to

    Find my way into Manhattan

    The lower parts–

    Cause God knows the upper is

    Something like this

    Matter of fact

    Where's my ticket

    I'm just going back to the backend

    Back to the blacklist

    My writing is getting repetitive
    Stuck in a sorry cycle

    Like every other artist

    If I was whiter

    I'd have worked hard enough already

    For an Emmy

    Or an Oscar

    Save the Grammy for last,

    Might as well make it post mortem

    I earned me a Tony already

    I promise, youve already heart it.

    Fuck, all I want is some chocalate

    Leave it to her to go low carb

    As autumn falls

    Turns out,

    He's quite the doctor

    Turns out, there's ever after

    Turns out,

    You never practiced

    But rather perfect,

    All the better

    Now rehearsal,

    Then another

    Now the curtain's bound to open

    Sooner or later

    Sooner or later

    Sooner or later

    SUNNI! YOu bought ANOTHER football team.

    Not a football team. The Cowboys.

    Another football team, goddammit Sunni.

    Mogie

    Morgan.

    The Dallas Cowboys are not now and nor have never been a football team.

    Some would beg to differ.

    They can beg all they want.

    It's an expression.

    FUCK THE COWBOYS.

    WHAT.

    You heard me.

    But didn't you just buy the–

    YES.

    [Later]



    ESPN REPORT COWBOYS 0-3

    SUNNI BLU, now the owner of the cowboys is interviewed on the cowboys losing streak.

    [ON LIVE TV]

    SUNNI BLU

    F__K THE COWBOYS.

    [LATER]

    FUCK THE COWBOYS.

    Uh–

    I hate the cowboys so much I bought the team!

    What.

    Then i traded all my best players– for sucky players.

    Um…

    Like, extremely sucky!

    You what.

    That guy wasn't even drafted. I met him at Staples. He never evenseen a football!

    Why were you at staples!

    MY PRINTER BROKE. FUCK THE COWBOYS.

    Wow.

    I hate the cowboys so mu—

    It doesn't end badly;

    The definition of amicable, actually

    Exceptionally pleasant

    (By comparison, especially)



    JENNIFER ANISATAN

    Eat another cookie, see what happens.

    *attempts*


    Jennifer Anniston quickly slaps the cookie from out of her hand.

    Aw.

    I SAID NO.

    …Aw.



    [beat]

    *Reaches for potato chips*

    Jennifer Anniston swiftly intercepts and violently destroys the bag of potato chips.

    MADONNA enters.

    [beat]

    MADONNA

    Oh, what; you're not going to vacuum them up with your mouth?

    JENNIFER ANNISTON

    You would think.

    *defeated*

    [beat]

    *reaches for water*

    MADONNA and JENNIFER ANNISTON both equally intercept.

    It's just water!

    Now you want water?

    Yes!

    JENNIFER ANNISTON crosses to the sink, fills up the toothbrush cup with sink water and sets it down on the table; Madonna crosses across the room with the water.

    There. Drink up.

    What! C'mon.

    The smart water is for superstars only.

    I'm a superstar!

    Ah

    No.

    You said that.

    That was two cookies ago.

    MADONNA

    TWO cookies?

    JEnnifer Anniston nods

    MADONNA

    You should be ashamed of yourself.

    JENNIFER ANNISTON

    You should be purging, if you ask me.

    MADONNA

    Pathetic. You'd be lucky to even see the D list.

    Better than the guestlist!

    *Exaggerated Gasp*

    NO.

    Now clean this mess up and get ready for the gym!

    I just got back from the gym

    GET READY FOR THE GYM.

    …I miss Beyonce.

    CUT TO

    [ Flashback From Previous Season}

    [Beyonce Being Beyonce. ]

    UGH.

    CUT BACK TO PRESENT

    …a lot.




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    27 min
  • MONOLOGUE.

    All around me,

    The worlds dissolving

    Alone, not lonely

    The doors revolving

    The empire falls,

    Autumn is falling,

    The world is a stage, but

    I didn't have one cent, not a penny

    To give him,

    The player

    A puppet on a string I was, but

    I didn't have ine cent, not a penny

    It didn't make sense

    But nothing ever did, man

    Stuck in Manhattan just

    Wearing a rotten as hat

    And if God was a dancer,

    I'd ask for his hand, I've been

    Stuck in Manhattan

    The man in the hat said

    ,

    If god was a dancer, I'd ask for her hand

    But I haven't been asked such a question

    I had not a cent, not a penny to give him

    No money for rent,

    And no food to eat either

    Been stuck in Manhattan, and

    Can't find the answer

    If god was a dancer

    Then I should just dance, then

    As long as forever lasts,

    There soon comes another day

    Look, here we are again

    I don't even know your name

    Future folds into past,

    Somber I walk away,

    Never intend to fast,

    Here I intend to stay

    Calmly

    Walking

    Across Central Park,

    In the fall, we

    All adore a

    Good story

    Holy,

    I could get bored here

    SUPACREE finally picks up JOHN LENNON on the HEAVENBOUND HIGHWAY TO HELL, albeit, by accident.

    JOHN LENNON

    Fucking—finally—Christs's sake!

    He's not coming.

    What took you so long?!

    I got here completely by mistake.

    What a coincidence—so did I.

    There are no coincidences, John Lennon.

    Newtton Jÿré, a well-known (and often, highly despised) magician and merchant, highly skilled and knowledgeable in the arts of sorcery, crafting, spells and hexes, potions, and other forms of Non-Bianary Magic, or rather–magic that is inherited genetically, and assumed to be used only for recreation, entertainment, or experimentation within the Inner Realms;

    However, “Sir Jÿré”, as he is sometimes called, as he claims to have once been Knighted–a claim to which no other can officially confirm, as Jÿre's most recent incarnation is at least–though, “no one's counted”, including himself, seeming to have lost track of the thousands of eons he has lived–However, quite crucially to the series–he is an avid lover and celebrator of Birthdays, and boastfully speaks with pride that he is on the brink of having lived “nearly an eternity” to which, though his crippled and hunched body and aging skin notates his aggressive aging, he–and the soul he carries, respectively, are actually much younger than either C'esme't, or Petrutheio, eye witness to both of their re-births in his own youth. Though often teased and disrespected, he touts a humble and youthful spirit–unless involuntarily summoned, or otherwise disturbed or agitated.

    Damn.

    I just…came down to warm up some soup.

    Goddamn!



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