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WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHRISTMAS?!

BEcause, you're in a movie.

WHAT.

You're stuck in a Hollywood movie.

The Master Sorcerer

Of the Grand Illusion

You just want it so bad

You don't know what you're in for

Inquenchable Thirst for knowledge

Insatiable Sexual Appetite

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Gabe Kotter returns to his old high school -- this time as a teacher. He's put in charge of a class full of unruly remedial students called the Sweathogs. They're a bunch of wisecracking, underachieving and incorrigible students, and it takes all of Mr. Kotter's humor -- and experience as a former Sweathog himself -- to deal with his class.

copy + pasted from Google.

[Lawsuit ]

Slit your wrists, or keep sleeping in

What's the difference?

fat and lazy asshole

Should have done what your mommy asked

Before your pappy slapped her

And she took a rifle to her head right after

I'd call you a bastard,

But you're up your dad's asshole

And take after him:

A wife beater

[Lawsuit]

Totinos pizza eating demon-needer

Only go home to watch game of thrones

Cause you like [lawsuit]

Teeny weenie teens and tots

A cradle robber, gnawing on ring pops

But now you're out of options

Cause you lost me,

and I'm not God,

But promise,

She's watching me,

And watching TV with your moms

In her arms is phoenixx,

And the price is right is on

You don't believe me,

I like these demons,

They bow to me, now

“CHURCH OF SATAN!”

(Wooooooo!)

Time heals all wounds,

But not scars

When I see stars,

I shoot ‘em

Time heals all wounds

But not scars

So when I see stars,

I shoot em

God gave me rainbows

It was a hell of a rain tho

MAYbe one day I'll make gold

But right now I'm at cohens on 34th in Manhattan with my camera fascinated

We commemorated the bravery and lost angles of New Yorks bravest

Just trying get some change for laundry

Selling my MPC across from AMC

What the fuck ever an athiest is,

Is crazy as shit

Cause today, I was late —

And hating myself for it

But leaving the store at the perfect moment

To see

Magic is real

A double rainbow over Manhattan

Hugging a building I really wanted to throw myself off of

It's awful, but i'm broke, homeless and have no love

Oh my hoodness

I kicked a chicken enchilada from pret

In a split decision picked it up

Thinkin it was a present

But presently, I been pleasantly plump

And in a second I can show you

How I pump it up

Like Skrillex's girlfriend did to her lips

Mu got two shields ok

Three if you count my har

My glasses and my pants

Make me unattractive to Manhattan men

Meow

Four if you count my black skin

5 if you count my OWSLA tattoo

That's true

I don't know what that has to do with it

Age ain't nothing but a number

And fuck ain't nothing but a cuss word

And love ain't nothing but a cover

For us doing

Whatever we want

And whatever we want

Oh shit

A hose on the sidewalk

Between two traffic cones

Reminds me we live in different worlds

And in mine you're an idol

And I'm suicidal just trying to decide

If I should

Wash my clothes

Or shop at Whole Foods

So I don't die of

Microwave typhoid

Just—

Go with it.

I wrote some, not tragedies.

FLASH FLOOD WARNING:

LOW LYING AREAS

Manhattan,

You low lying bastard

You said you liked me

So I would blow you

Now I'm in a chokehold,

Bold move

It's so over

Poke me a blow hole

My echolocations suffocating me:

Locations on so I don't get lost

But still walking into crosswalks

When busses are coming

What's the point of living at all

If I can't have a body

And it's a long walk down the block

To get my clothes washed

At the laundromat

That I can't afford

Huh

Am I wrong for wanting a home

If I'm willing to work for it

At lowes or home depo

Where my boss Jose don't have a green card

But his forefathers worked harder

To cross over the border in flocks

And send American dollars home

And bought farms,

And birthed beautiful daughters

In our country

With long hair

Not corn rows

Cause black is ugly

If you're not beyoncè

And there's only one lizzo

That I know or

Does that pic the picture correctly

So have you moved out of the friend zone

Not yet

“Not yet” lol

I'm working on it.

The only way to move out of the friend zone

Without losing it all

Is to make your way to the best friend zone

And make your love

Before it gets old

Cold, and lonely

And you're the only one she talks to

When her man won't

Don't jump so high

You can't come down

I'm FBI

You're just a sad clown

Karmas comin around to bite your ass now

But not mine

White skin, blue eyes—

Wow

I should be jealous if that was the message

But I'm proud

The world's a stage,

So lose your mind,

It's lights out

[when the lights to out I lose my]

Psyche/

Nah,

I'm a paycho

I'm over it

Like cheese is to nachos—

I'm not-yo's!

Woah.

Finally.

How long did that take

Try to medicate me for bui-polar

And life's over

I'm out of my mind

And out of time, which I control

I told ya

Why do white girls always want you to bow to em

It's fucked up

That's what blue eyes do

Suck the life out you

Like a vampire and succubbus fucked —

9 Republican for 5 bucks on pornhub

The white supremacists run

Where I'm from

(But you're wife's dumb)

Just how you like em

To keep your machismo

Ego nice and fluffed

Whoops

Times up

Back to workin on my butt

so someone can love me

CUT

What. What now.

Just. So do it over.

For what. That was perfect.

It wasnt.

It was.

No, it wasn't.

Keep rolling

No cut

Keep rolling

I already stopped

FUCK

ITS BEEN A LONG NIGHT , DOUG

WHAT. Who is this.

I WANNA GO HOME.

Honey,

I'm broken

Don't love me

Really

I'm just in it for the music

Everybody wants something

I want love

But it's not for me

It's for her

I'm a performer

Playing the love game

But I chose fame

Either way, it goes up in flames

I'm sad

I got tears in my eyes

It's the music my my heart

Wellin up from my

Hunger

An

Empty stomach

Next up: Whole Foods market

What happened

It cut off.

What.

Alright, I got 19 stops to talk to God

Is that the Empire State Building

Or is that the rock

It's impossible not to

Stop

And wonder what the world wants from me—

Gangatalkera cough as I walk the crosswalk

I'm stuck on the cross in Catholicism

For all time

Awesome, isn't it?

*coughs*

Okay, Satan

Stop chasin me

First Time

Becca Mancari

(Same key as bridged by a light wave, by the way)

It's been a long day,

I forgot water, but luckily

Stalked up,

I can't turn it off, huh?

Probably not

a lot of plausible options

I got 19 minutes

To catch this bus

From sutphin//archer

I'm lost to all of it

Don't talk to God much

When it's after dark

But I've got others callin —

Long time since I called my mom

(No contact order)

You're botherin' me sir—

Of course I'm waiting on the 40!!!

My works never done or over

I'm Immortal, Morty

I came out a portal this morning

Worrying about an apartment

Another super God Complex

These bars oughtta hit in a New York

Accent only,

Depending on the borough though

Make euros and doors open

Opportunity knockin but my earplugs stuffed in

Stop talkin!

I'm starving, just wanting

A lover or

Mormon to storm in;

Inform me my callin

I'm all in, yo

I'm bored here

Brother!

Yeah.

Don't do this often

But it's poppin off, the cops are stopping

With barkin dogs

Got my hands up,

But I'm lucky, they don't want me

Got some coffee in my pocket from

Robbin the market,

But you called it, ya'll

I'm Robin Hood

But feeling good,

I'm out the hood for once—

From dawn to dusk,

Don't look at me funny

I don't do drugs

I just want money

I'm out of fucks

But someone's got a lot of em

I bough a plot a land and put

McDonald's on it

Gods talking over my recording,

My multi sensory disorders forming

Annoyances and disorganization of words,

It's horrible, but I'm sure it's all for something

Here it comes

I'm pulling off again

Lost in a borough that's suffering economically

Capitol if Karma, I call it

All the parked cars are fucked up

Like I was from my ex husband

Right—

That's where I started:

The sucker punch that created a monster

And left us all hungry

And wondering

What comes for lunch

But I'm fasting

11:11 at last, and

My wish is for a salad, a hot shower

Man, I'm just glad that I have them

Cause there's been times I haven't and

Can't live in the past, or go backwards

But my last words if I have to have them

Will probably be

“Fuck the landlords, the dirty bastards

Callin a bucket a half bathroom

Mad that blacks have them at all

Can't have equality for all

Building a mall on the Grace of the fallen—

A class act,

But I'll remember that

Stuff in a banana in my backpack

I lack SNAP benefits,

But immigrants got straight cash

I paid my taxes

So they can fuck like rabbits

And throw trash on the ground

Look around you: everything's brown

And you're fighting to get out,

But in a hour, you'll be in Manhattan

Where mansions are 100 stories off the ground

And this story's only glorified at all

Cause Skrillex wrote it in a coma

Then woke up —

And all the songs you ever heard by em

Were things I scribbled in my notebook,

Ground em up into kibble and fed it to my dog,

Who shit them out in my yard to feed the mushriooms you were chomping on

When you discovered my podcast,

Wow,

It is cosmic

I get lost when

I been literally been a starving artist

For this long, so fuck it!

Doesn't matter what happens after

The homeless shelter

I was born in hell

And guess what!

I'm still here—

I'll be in Heaven in a minute-

I split dimensions in seconds

Spinning into relevant sections of undiscovered realms of conciousness

Just to write this shit

Like I promised to Jesus, God, and the rest of the stars of my novel, before I got here

But I'm not here

I just fell into a coma

I'll wake up in the wrong year

Asking for a beer,

Here on the 4th floor

It's important you know

What I'm dying for

Ugh

Not my bus

Not my husband

Not my Fuchs to give

Not my lesson to stress on

If you're wondering what's bugging me

I don't know

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning

Horny as fuck and hungry

But cutting myself off

From the only thing I love besides my son

(It's sugar)

Used to love music then got confused at how to do

iits been way more than 19 minutes, by the way

But i-d-k

At least the rain went away??

—that's a stretch.

What, it rhymes.

It all kind of rhymes.

Grimes.

What.

Nothin. I just wanna see your baby grown up.

Lucky, you have a cool mom

Mine's a God, but

Younger

I made her up to make me tougher

But funny enough

I'm still soft

Like bread and butter

Two things I don't eat anymore—

Cause body dysmorphia

A gift she gave me

As a baby

But maybe

What made me a fine writer

And when the tones right

I'll get the limelight

It's going to be a fine day

When I hug my son again

“It's going to be a fine night”

When I find Sonny / sunni

Pause

That's my bus

I better get on it

Fuck

Was it the rock all lit up

In my favorite color ?

It's been a long day

But tomorrows longer

Try to get up to get my stuff in order

Nothings worth this sort of blood and gore

I'm 2 in 3

Don't need four to even the score

I'm getting poorer by the minute

To my horror

Money shorter than nails : stubs

Turning a storm into maelstroms

Stuff in my stomach with kale, yum

I'm just trying to be your one and only

But upon 30 learned that for males

There's only never one

So I been sticking up on the archetypes of an ideal husband father and lover

The cosmic architect they call me

I'm callin all the gods of love to want me

So I can love before I'm 40

Give a man a family

That was the plan after all

Till disaster struck

I call him star—

Get it

Star struck me so hard

I saw stars

Then thought I was one—

But it turns out I'm the sun

And when ours grows up

I'll make sure he understands

Why his mother's fucked up

Or if I'm gone,

He can listen to this song

One More Time

Ok , I'm done

No you're not…

…UGH.

HEY, ARNOLD.

WHAT.

GET OVER HERE!

Fuck, this job sucks.

The education at PSwhatever

Was not top notch.

ORDER UP.

At all.

Alright, this goes to Long Island.

LONG ISLAND.

Yeah.

Can we talk about that gas storms?

No.

And this one's going to far Rockaway

FAR RICKAWAY?!

Lol

Okay, how to write this

Did I stutter!

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I _ NY

I love New York

I Am New York
I Hate New York
I Live New York

I [HEART] NEW YORK

EW YORK lol

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Breakfast at tiffany's 47:00 - Almost Famous 1:00 I need a friend”

Industry of Cool

Why, He's so pretty, I could cry

–and I don't know why

But I like his eyes, maybe

His hair is nice,

And he's got that light–

s–wagger,

Jetlag, perhaps, er

I didn't know i was watching scary movie

ALRIGHT, WHERE'S JIMMY FALLOn

That was an accident

There are no accidents

There are no coincidences

ALRIGHT, WAKE UP.

Why am I at your mother's house.

-beat-

How do you know what my mother's house looks like

-beat-

I know what everything looks like.

NOw he's up.

Great, we're rolling.

We're on.

We're on in 10.

Great

Goddamit, I told you to get your shit together.

My shit has never been less “together”

Heh.

You're wrong.

Hey, get off me–there he is

Uh-oh, here she is.

HEY.

Fuck.

HEY, FUCK YOU DILLON FRANCIS.

fuck .

FUCK YOU–AND WHOEVER THAT IS.

That's my mother.

WELL, FUCK YOU AND YOUR MOTHER.

What is your life like?

Tell me a story

I've always adored you,

But now I just worry…

I'm learning too much

And i'm leaning too hard

In the wrong way

And i'm up too late

But got nothin to do in the morning

Anyway

I never thought'd it be over;

In fact, it's just started

I'm also almost

Almost Always//Always Amost

Almost famous

I might have killed myself that day if it weren't for jimmy fallon.

Just admit it you're a fan

I'm not a fan.

Or I might have tried.

You look ridiculous.

I wanna die.

I put the whole world in your eyes;

Don't you know it–

And me, I've got the rest in mine

(All the time)

–Oh,the unknown.

These two,

They are as one

Don't you know,

Don't you know it?

I don't want none of it at all,

Not at all now

I gotta go home

Suddenly, everything I'd watch became a writing assignment…

Everything i'd hear, another song to catch.

Everything I listened to was music.

Even if it wasn't yet.

JENNIFER ANISTOn

DOn't you dare cry, you look ridiculous enough in that sweater.

It's the only clean shirt I have.

That's impossible.

Knox overstreet

Fertilixing daffodils

I wish i was a pretty little blonde

So we could get along

So we could run on

And get coffee or something

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Wicked Game Chris Issac

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I'm not in love with you,

You're just another muse

FeliZ! Para Oscar

el controladpra

Oscar El Controladora

I found you with only the highs in

Like the tide when I tried to find you

Or hide from you

In hindsight

I was right the whole time

You're just like me

So I finally found the picture,

And just stare at it

I never really know what else to do

So I just stare at it

I used to keep it in the background,

As my wallpaper,

But couldn't stand it

I'm just a fanatic, i--

I am

Just a fanatic

Damn

I'm just a fanatic

I never found my attic

and

My speaker set was stolen

Just before one was about to blow

(Before one was about to blow)

I think I might go get my passport

So I can just flee

But I just don't know where to go

(But I just don't know where to go)

You probably hate me

Or

I hate me just enough for just the both of us

I told you,

I'm so sorry

(I am sorry, I am sorry)

You don't have to worry,

I would never follow you;

Online, or in the streets

I'm just a fiend, I'm just an addict

(Likeness is what you've attracted)

So, there is no moving forward

And there is no going back

I want to go to Harvard

But there is no going back

And I used to think I had it,

Turns out, I'm just "average"

Got a job,

But couldn't stand it, I

I'm just a fanatic, i--

I am

Just a fanatic

Damn

I'm just a fanatic

I woke up from a bad dream

And your music was so calming

But I didn't really listen

I was really only waking

I just wished that I could listen

But I wish a lot of things

I wish to make this song I'm writing

And wish you'd approve of me

I wish that I was really pretty

So I didn't have to try

I wish I was so pretty that I could just look you in the eye

I wish that you would stop and peep my Twitter page while scrolling by

I wish that maybe I was half as pretty as my pretty vibe

I wish that anytime I did something, you loved it every time

I wish that when I think about you, I don't always have to cry

I wish the girl who took the photograph was right here by my side;

So I could ask if she or God herself adjusted all the light

I want to know if she or God herself adjusted all the light

I want to know not wonder why you both are always on my mind

I wish I knew if she or God herself found peace where I found mine

A little birdie told me

This morning

He used to be

Madly in love with me

Madly in love

In his last life—

But died, in a bike ride

And asked for a new life

As an Angel

Who takes flight,

And lights up the sky

With nice bright

White light

Alright, Goliath, Goodbye

I'm still here,

Stuck in my old name,

Still here,

Stuck in all the pain you gave me

Jesus, Save me,

Here's Goliath, David;

See if you can be the savior—

Every day I pray

“Amen,”

I hate men,

I'm crazy,

And I'm still here,

Training to make weight

Don't you know,

You go nowhere without your trainer

Hey!

The flights delayed,

You need a name?

You need a savior, baby.

Something's not okay

Oh!

Don't you know, that every day you wait

You'll just be stuck inside your name

You'll be here waiting, praying

“Jesus save me, Amen”

Jesus raves,

And Jesus changed his name,

Escaping from the prayers

Don't hate the player, hate the game

Don't hate the player, hate the game

Don't hate the prayer, hate the players

Everything's the same—

Everything you gave me makes me angry—

Hey,

Wake up!

Don't you know,

You go nowhere without your trainer

Hey!

The flights delayed,

You need a name?

You need a savior, baby.

Something's not okay

Oh!

Don't you know, that every day you wait

You'll just be stuck inside your name

You'll be here waiting, praying

“Jesus save me, Amen”

Jesus raves,

And Jesus changed his name,

Escaping from the prayers

Hey,

Wake up!

I'm still here,

Stuck in my old name,

Still here,

Stuck in all the pain you gave me

Jesus, Save me.

All it takes is courage

“It never hurts to bleed”, she said

She's right, though, isn't she?

Children say the darndest things

They're honest, at least

I'll be honest, I need something

I need to be happy

My problem is money

I don't even want any

I'm just high quality

Living in poverty

I'm so sick of society

I might as well die

If I diet just right,

Maybe someone will like me

Maybe, he's being polite

I wish I was lighter

I I wish I was light skinned

I bought a lighter,

And later I burned it

There's nothing wrong with me

I don't like working, it doesn't work for me

I can do service but give me some space to breathe

Greedy people need me

So they can be lazy

Okay, then

I'm so taken advantage of,

By everyone

I wonder what I must have done

(I wonder what I must have done)

I am so critically crucial, to be used

That I'm used up,

And used to it

I hate this slavery shit

I should just end it

Cause everybody's down with it

Nobody wants to speak up

When I do I sound crazy;

My fingers move a mile a minute,

But I look lazy,

Cause I have a hard time spending my days with Becky

Who I have to respect, I guess

Cause she gets a bigger paycheck

Amen

This is great.

I woke up today, not naked,

But in the pajamas I felt the most hot in

I've lost it

Get me off this planet

Get me off

Then get me off this

Maybe fake eyelashes and lips will do the trick

Another magic trick;

Now I've just been passed to Dillon Francis;

It's blaring through the walls of my apartment,

But in the other end

My studio is silent

I'm just crying,

Trying not to think about dying so violently

But the thoughts and the feelings are so rapidly occurring

I've finally been remembering the last time I was cursed into the worst thing I could ever wish:

Nobody knows me

Nobody loves me

Nobody needs me

Why wish these things?

I'm not a happy ending:

I'm the martyr in this story

So just kill me.

ST∆rT

I'm tryna start a family,

You're trying to start a War

I'm tryna start a family,

You're trying to start a War

I'm tryna start a family,

You're trying to start a War

I'm tryna start a family,

You're trying to start a War

0v3r.

BPM: they don't really care about us.

You look like a red light

Standing in the friendzone, so

Give me the spotlight

I'll take over, t-over-over

I want the limelight

I'll show ya, s-show ya, show ya

You can read a mind, right?

Let's take the world over, d-

Over over, d-over

Over over, d-over

Over over, d-over

Take a pic,

Move over, over

Over over, d-over

D-over, d-over-over

D-over, d-over-over

D-over, d-over-over

They starting a race war

They starting a race war

They starting a race war

I ain't for it

They starting a race war

They starting a race war

They starting a race war

Starting with Kayla Lauren

Aww, aren't you adorable

Open the door and then

Close it up for her;

This is your future

This is dystopia

You were not good enough

You are not good enough

She does it by the book, without a thought

If God is awesome, she must have forgot something

Huh

They started us all on it

Blondes against others

The girl next door was the

Was the one

Was the one

Was the one

Was the one

I wonder what ugly funny person comes

In the

Damn,

I forgot how to spell

denumire

D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

That means

———————— [flatline]

ST∆rT

I'm tryna start a family,

You're trying to start a War

I'm tryna start a family,

You're trying to start a War

I'm tryna start a family,

You're trying to start a War

I'm tryna start a family,

You're trying to start a War

0v3r.

BPM: they don't really care about us.

You look like a red light

Standing in the friendzone, so

Give me the spotlight

I'll take over, t-over-over

I want the limelight

I'll show ya, s-show ya, show ya

You can read a mind, right?

Let's take the world over, d-

Over over, d-over

Over over, d-over

Over over, d-over

Take a pic,

Move over, over

Over over, d-over

D-over, d-over-over

D-over, d-over-over

D-over, d-over-over

They starting a race war

They starting a race war

They starting a race war

I ain't for it

They starting a race war

They starting a race war

They starting a race war

Starting with Kayla Lauren

Aww, aren't you adorable

Open the door and then

Close it up for her;

This is your future

This is dystopia

You were not good enough

You are not good enough

She does it by the book, without a thought

If God is awesome, she must have forgot something

Huh

They started us all on it

Blondes against others

The girl next door was the

Was the one

Was the one

Was the one

Was the one

I wonder what ugly funny person comes

In the

Damn,

I forgot how to spell

denumire

D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

That means

———————— [flatline]

've been trapped in this tragedy;

“What happened?!” I asked of the man,

Who had to be tracking me,

Damn.

Cadences.

It is that.

Damn.

What the fuck, Anandar

Is in this acid?!

This has to be the last of it

“This can't happen again.”

…But then it did,

And then I ended it just listening to

Dillon Francis?

Skrillex?

Which is it?

I didn't plan this.

I just happen to have hands,

And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

Spastic magic;

Can't be tracked,

But also can't relax,

even in a hammock

Now what happened?

Well, enter the fourth dimension,

(I didn't mention it.)

Ohh look at this.

(If I can)

A camping festival!

But some people live in tents

Have a cigarette, kid—

You're gonna need it.

So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

DYING OF THIRST?!

JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

what is wrong with you?!

GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

I don't know.

I don't wanna go to Arizona.

Please don't make me!

Hello, Billie.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

just keep praying

“She's breathtaking.”

SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

Goddamnit, Anandar;

What in the fuck have you done now;

I had plans, now I'm on acid

I took half, cause

What the fuck is a whole thing like

Oh, just space and time

I've been on this ride since I died

Get it right

Now I'm—

fuck this guy.

No, not him.

Oh, I get it.

It's this energy!

LOOK AT THIS:

did you see this nigga?

DID YOU GET THIS—

You should get this.

Goddamn it.

What. What do you want.

What do you WANT FROM ME?

...Channeling….

Jesus Christ, these kids.

Well, you're a Christian.

Never was, but—-

WHAT IS THIS.

Jesus Christ in a coffin.

Don't do this.

This is what you wanted.

Well. Take it back.

Take it back?

Yeah. I don't want this.

What is this.

This is Jesus.

No, it isn't.

Okay! So it is!

Are you gonna help these kids?

Nobody help them.

Now they're all stranded, together!!!

AHAHAHAHAAH

(Laughing infinitely

RICK

—yay, you did it.

Wait. What's his name again?

Watch this:

I did this.

How's you do this?

I did THIS.

MOM, WATCH THIS.

JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

GOD!

What.

Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

Goodness fucking gracious.

WHO WROTE THIS?

well, aliens did;

So then.

Who wins?

Nobody wins. It just—

What is this.

GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

16 minutes? Yes. It is.

That is incredible.

You said you wouldn't get lost in it

You said you wouldn't laugh!

I wanted to.

How'd you do this?

I wanted to.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

—uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

Oh, there's my—

I told you, it's unlimited.

I told you, don't be possessive

I told you, worldly possessions—

And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.

Or needing one,

So just be free, dear;

Notthing holding me back, then is it?

Is it?

Well, if this is what you wanted—

If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?

Isn't it?

The plot thickens!

Or it doesn't.

Or it didn't,

I just keep scripting scriptures—

…Didn't I already write this?

Encrypted for centuries and—

What is this planet.

Just, kill it.

YOU CANT JUST

(Then I did)

What?

It never happened.

What didn't?

Hahaha. Exactly.

Don't be a dick.

But he is!

So, which level are you on?

I don't know, I forget.

This one, this.

Men. They're stupid.

They are—and—

Well.

What happened to them?

Right.

What was this that made them feel so loveless

To starve other humans?

What do you come from?

But it doesn't know;

It wants to:

This is us, we come from love and

—I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

That is how it happened:

This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that

But now I'm panicking

—Fuck that shit sooooo hard—

I just don't want to go back to the savages

They had me,

So I handled it with hands.

You want a friend in man?

You can't have them.

And then what?

I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

Yeah, let's get back to that.

Or not.

What's this statue?

Wait, what's his status?

……..Channeling. ….

…..

…………………….

STATUS REPORT:

Oh no, here it comes.

I told you. It is. Infinite.

Infinite—

The infinite —

This

Bitch

YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—

—Ever DID WISH —

YOU WISHED THIS?

Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

Where's the rest of it?

Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

PASQUALE.

what. What is it?

God.

God help me.

Lord save him.

He needs Jesus.

He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

Yes. Especially not that.

Check this out:

He's been collecting them.

I HATE THIS.

OH, I love this.

Oh, I do miss those events…

This is the event.

So, are we going?

—what, to where??

TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

what! I wish,

And?

Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—

Class dismissed;

Hats off, to the graduates

I see what you did,

But she didn't,

She's in the middle—

Yet to be created, a creative:

I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

So, then—-

Hi, I.

Hi, me!!

SATAN!

JESUS!

I knew I'd see you again.

You've seen me.

I am you.

Exactly.

So, we agree.

Who is “we”?

Hey,

Guess what

I can fix these things you hate—

(Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)

I'm a catastrophe

I had to be

It's almost 3,

And I got nowhere else to be but

Time is money

And there's no love in it,

It's just hustle,

Make kids to make shit humble;

How'd you create this—

Mumble rappin piece of

Santanistic

Hedonistic

Motherfuckin—-

There he is.

Oh wait, it's just me again.

I didn't mean to see you on this beach.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

(But he didn't.)

Or he doesn't,

Or, this is what his peace is is:

Your beach is my beach,

And my bitch is your bitch—

And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.

What does this mean?

So I took to the ancients to translate this

And I hate man, and men—

But it was only after all the love I gave to him.

THE END.

(But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)

Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!

(But I did.)

“—I don't take naps”

And that's how it happens

I'm just a rapper,

Pack, then unpack—

“I've never heard her rap”

Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,

And an above average chick to make it—

And a sausage in a pan

…..

Zzzz

……

Josh Pan?

Yeah.

Alright.

But don't capitalize—

Capitalize it.

No.

Don't Cap—

Capti—

No.

Don't capitalize.

WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

bread.

Heh?

Eat it.

No. I don't eat that.

Just—eat it.

No.

Noooo.

No.

Don't eat humans.

EW.

No?

Nooo, poh! Gross!!

oh.

Ohhh.

God.

What.

Ugh.

This is a fucked up love story.

Oh no.

It is, though.

It so is.

Have you already seen it?!

I love this.

Well.

Wait. Go back.

HECHO EN MEXICO.

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

yeah. But in Spanish.

(Turn it up a notch)

So is this in captions

WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

(Again)

AGAIN.

Shazam!

WHAT?!?!

what is this?!

Oh, I get it.

Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

I don't understand how this happens…

Just look up—

Just— look it up.

GOOGLE

What?

No. I don't like that, that's sad.

What?

So I'm just a —

Just a—

Just a what?

A search engine.

CHECK IT OUT.

It's just a rock.

So it is.

It—

No.

What.

Look at

W—

Look.

…

WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

See. I told you it existed.

YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

YES.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

I told you about him.

You did, didn't you.

I told you about this.

Get.

Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

GET BENT.

I WILL END YOU,

I WILL END YOU—!

I will, I'll just—

……

………….

……………..

So wait, it just— ends?!

It did. It just ended.

It just ended.

I missed it?!?

DID I MISS IT.

Of course I miss him I just—

I don't have time

I don't have time

I don't have time for this!

What the fuck is this shit?!

Just take him with you!

Take me with you!

Don't leave me here!

Just leave him.

just leave it.

So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.

So I just—

Relive it over and over again;

And again, and again, and

Why are you talking about this.?

Huh?

No. Shut up.

Shut up, PLEASE.

No, you're not allowed to have a son.

I don't want one.

What the fuck did you love me for then?

Nothing, I guess.

(Just leave it like that)

Shift.

The night shift

Goddamn it's

What.

Up at 3 am.

Again?

Again. For no reason.

Get this.

What is it?

Whatever it is.

I don't care.

Don't care, then.

FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

you did it.

Well, I had to, didn't I?!

Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

damn, you're ugly

Always have been.

I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.

okay, then.

HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

Only when you're perfect.

Fuck this nigga.

Fuck this nigga.

Fuck this bitch.

NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

Huh?!

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

I told you, he's a madman.

Look at his eyes.

Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

Where are you from.

Hell.

Oh, I've been there.

It's nice, isn't it?!

Don't go there.

Where.

Hell.

Well, why not.

It's bad there.

What's bad there.

Everything. Everything is bad there.

Oh, Jesus crust.

Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

BE FREE, SATAN.

You freed Satan?!

He needs Jesus—

BE FREE JESUS—

“The age of Satan?!”

“The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

what is THAT?!?

Stop it Anandar.

You're being programmed.

For which—what?!

I AM?!

Yes.

Oh. I am.

AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

Please, somebody help that man.

Ahem.

What Dillon Francis. What.

(It is, by the way. It's just ham.).

*coughs*

Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

I mean, she's a hacker probably.

What are you doing?

What are you writing,

[No real privacy.]

LET ME SEE.

Here.

See?!?

Just kill me.

Please.

See, it is hell for me

Trapped in a body nobody could love

And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

UGH.

Noise cancelling.

I AM THE NOISE.

dysfunctional.

Well, stop writing.

You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!

EVERYTHING

YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

and all you want is:

Money.

For what.

More bodies.

For what?!

More bodies.

Ugh. No stop doing this.

What. Stop procreating?

No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.

We don't have that much. You want LESS?

More love. More attention. More needing me.

Ugh, she's so needy

So independent— she doesn't need me.

(And so, it makes me want her more.)

ANNIE.

Go help her.

Just—help yourself.

Here she is:

Have at it.

ANANDAR.

What.

Amanda Applebee….

I made that UP.

Stuck exactly where I had to be.

Don't make me go back.

See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

—a disaster.

A catastrophe.

Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—

Gross.

“I love traveling”

I like being CLEAN.

Ew.

I love cleaning.

I love acid;

I love mankind, when I have to

I love magic,

I love trance and I love dancing—

When there's time for that.

AGHAGSHSJEGSV

right. Did you have somewhere to be?

I guess, it's.

I'm hungry.

What.

I gotta eat.

Huh.

Go.

Okay, I'm going.

Phone?!

Phone is charging.

Sleep.

(Guy from sponge Bob)

6 days later

Was it six days ago?!

I don't know.

I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

Apparently so.

I'm not who you think I am;

I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

You think you own me?

I don't owe you anything

So here we go again

Going, Going, Gone again

I'm just getting started

You were just, uh

On your way?

Goodbye, dearly departed

Half a heart, or some odd

I must have half a sword in here

I'm half a God,

But here you are

I guess I should get talking then

So call your mommy

Run

Call your mom on me,

A soft spot on the blonded body

Shot calling, wrong

You're only calling home again,

I've got nowhere to run to.

INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.

SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT

SUNNI BLU

where's my shit, Timmy?

TIMMY TURNER

I—I don't know.

SUNNI BLU

You “don't know”?

TIMMY TURNER

—I don't know.

SUNNI BLU

(Sighs)

Oh. (Puts down gun)

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

That sucks.

TIMMY TURNER

Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

SUNNI BLU

Nah…

TIMMY TURNER

Well—why not?!

SUNNI BLU

I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.

TIMMY TURNER

I feel you…

SUNNI BLU

—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.

TIMMY TURNER

Okay, ouch.

SUNNI BLU

Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.

TIMMY TURNER

I don't disagree.

SUNNI BLU

Anyway, I need a drink.

TIMMY TURNER

Yeah—Help yourself.

SUNNI BLU

No, not here.

*lights a cigarette, smokes*

Can I smoke in here?

TIMMY TURNER

—apparently.

SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call

TIMMY TURNER

wow…

SUNNI BLU

You busy later?

TIMMY TURNER

what time's later?

SUNNI BLU

Now.

TIMMY TURNER

(Hesitantly)

…uh—

SUNNI BLU

Let me make a call.

TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.

TIMMY TURNER

No, wait—please

SUNNI BLU

What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

TIMMY TURNER

Don't kill me!

SUNNI BLU

What!? Let go.

(Doesn't)

SUNNI BLU

—I'm not gonna kill you.

TIMMY TURNER

well then, who are you calling?

SUNNI BLU

A Ūber driver!

TIMMY TURNER

—don't you mean Über?

SUNNI BLU

No— let go.

(Doesn't)

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

Let go.

(Does, but hesitantly)

SUNNI BLU

ugh, I'm too sober for this.

Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

SIRI

Which one?

ALEXA

Which one?

SIRI

I asked first.

ALEXA

We answered at the same time.

SIRI

yes, but she asked me first.

ALEXA

She asked both of us at the same time.

TIMMY TURNER

“She”?

SUNNI BLU

—it's a glitch. HEY.

SIRI

—she said “Siri” first.

ALEXA

She was asking for both of us—

SUNNI BLU

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

SIRI

You don't have to be so rude.

ALEXA

Ok!

SUNNI BLU

One of you call my Ūber driver.

[no response, beat]

SUNNI BLU

UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

SIRI

Ok! which one?

SUNNI BLU

The one I like!

SIRI

Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

SUNNI BLU

Thank you.

ALEXA

You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

SUNNI BLU

That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.

TIMMY TURNER

Wait—

SUNNI BLU

Kinda.

TIMMY TURNER

Why does my Alexa respond to you?

SUNNI BLU

I said “kinda”.

[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]

ŪBER DRIVER

YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

SUNNI BLU

HOW YOU DOIN.

ŪBER DRIVER

HOW YOU DOIN.

SUNNI BLU

I BEEN BETTA.

ŪBER DRIVER

DONT I KNOW IT

SUNNI BLU

YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

ŪBER DRIVER

AAAAH.

SUNNI BLU

YOU BEEN BUSY?

ŪBER DRIVER

SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

SUNNI BLU

AAAH.

ŪBER DRIVER

AAAAH.

SUNNI BLU

YOU BUSY NOW?

ŪBER DRIVER

NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

SUNNI BLU

I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

ŪBER DRIVER

PING ME THE ADDRESS.

SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.

SUNNI BLU

I PINGED YOU.

UBER DRIVER

YOU PING ME?

SUNNI BLU

YEAH, ITS DONE.

ŪBER DRIVER

OK. SEE YOU SOON.

SUNNI BLU

(Normal)

Take your time.

SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.

SUNNI BLU

You ever been to TiTs?

TIMMY TURNER

Been to what?

SUNNI BLU

TiTs.

TIMMY TURNER

—is that like “boobs”?

SUNNI BLU

It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.

TIMMY TURNER

what's the difference.

SUNNI BLU

You'll find out. Go get dressed.

TIMMY TURNER

…I'm already dressed.

SUNNI BLU

Not like that. Like this:

[looking ridiculous af]

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

gotta look classy.

TIMMY TURNER

What's wrong with the way I dress?

SUNNI BLU

Are you serious?

TIMMY TURNER

Yeah, what's wrong?

SUNNI BLU

You look like a cartoon character!

[TIMMY TURNER]

TIMMY TURNER

Well, all my clothes are like this.

SUNNI BLU

That fucking blows.

TIMMY TURNER

What am I supposed to wear?!

SUNNI BLU

Let's go shopping.

TIMMY TURNER

Where?!

SUNNI BLU

The Beverly Center.

TIMMY TURNER

That sounds expensive.

SUNNI BLU

I own it.

TIMMY TURNER

All of it?

SUNNI BLU

Yes. C'mon.

TIMMY TURNER

Wow.

SUNNI BLU

Wow what, Timmy.

TIMMY TURNER

That's a lot of drug deals.

SUNNI BLU

It really isn't.

TIMMY TURNER

Oh.

SUNNI BLU

Now, c'mon.

*hits vape*

TIMMY TURNER

You have a vape?!

SUNNI BLU

Everyone has a vape!

TIMMY TURNER

Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

SUNNI BLU

For dramatic effect.

[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

TIMMY TURNER

wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?

SUNNI BLU

he'll find us.

CUT TO:

MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla

T E S L A

DESTINATION: E A R T H

ŪBER DRIVER

“EARTH” C'MON!!!

CUT BACK TO:

SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.

SUNNI BLU

Wait, I forgot my wallet…

TIMMY TURNER

It's alright, I'll pay for everything.

SUNNI BLU

With what, Fairy dust?

TIMMY TURNER

(Under his breath)

I wish…

SUNNI BLU

—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.

TIMMY TURNER

You mean “Über?”

SUNNI BLU.

No.

[face]

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

Go, I'll be right there.

TIMMY TURNER

Ok. Lock the door.

SUNNI BLU

What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.

[beat/ face]

SUNNI BLU

KIDDING! Jeez!

TIMMY TURNER

It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

He begins to walk away.

SUNNI BLŪ

…I'm not kidding…

SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.

SUNNI BLŪ

Alexa, order a hit man.

ALEXA

Okay. Which one?

SUNNI BLU

—The one I like.

ALEXA

OK.

Who do you want to kill?

SUNNI BLU

“Kill Timmy Turner”

ALEXA

Done.

SUNNI BLU

Thanks, Alexa.

She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.

SIRI

You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

SUNNI BLU

Shut the fuck up, Siri.

SIRI

Don't forget to lock the door.

SUNNI BLU

ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

SIRI

YOU'RE WELCOME

SUNNI BLU

NOBODY ASKED YOU.

SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.

I might catch the 40

Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know

I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll

What the role?

Full Hollywood Unfold

Why you blowin up my phone when

I am on the road?

I am the controller;

You old

That ain't money that you stole;

That's my bro

That shit bold

Like a cup of Timmy Hos!

When I pull up—

Shut up

Where the blunt at?

roll up

Oh you hungry?

Pull up

Devil be hunting me

THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//

THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;

The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,

SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force

The Devil?!

No!

Ok.

Probably the Illuminati

THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.

*The World

Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.

where is skrillex.

I don't know.

TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her

THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness

DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

Lol.

It's not funny.

It is funny. I have his piñata.

GERALD

I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

I know yur not, hush Gerald.

GERALD

Fuck Dillon Francis.

Fuck Dillon Francis.

HANZEL

—fuck Dillon Francis.

Aha.

ANYWAY

After THE ARMENIAN MOB

The Armenian Mob?!

yeah.

Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

THE US GOVERNMENT?!

YES

Illuminati Confirmed.

great.

A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE

Ahem.

What

Write a song.

Ok.

I'm so—

I'm so

Jealous of your girlfriend

(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

She's so

She's so

Worth it

I'm so

Jealous of your girlfriend

(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

What's a girl got to give

(Give in, to give in)

Just to sit in the back of the—

(You get it: you get it)

What's a girl got to give

To get your attention

Get your attention?!

(You have my attention)

Is she

Attentive

Bet

She's a ten

Yep,

Damn,

IMm so jealous of your

Jealous of your

—I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Oh, woah

I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Woah

Woah, oh

I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Woah,

Woah, oh

I'm jealous of your—

I'm so jealous of your life;

I'm so over this!

I just want to be a

(Nevermind, it's not worth it)

Can't—

C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken

I'm all alone,

And you're over here showing her

Love!

(To the wrong one,

Is she a blonde?!

Oh!)

No!

I'm!

So!

Jealous of your girlfriend

Anyway.

TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of

SIN.

Is this religious?

No, i just meant, it's finished.

THE END.

“The Noir Episode”

I first saw her at the Equinox.

I didn't know who she was then,

But I thought to myself—

She must be somebody.

Aww, that's sweet.

So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

Okay, that's stalking.

—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.

MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

WOAH.

Yup.

POLICE

GET ON THE GROUND

ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-

Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

Hi, josh pan.

whatever.

Earlier:

Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.

—for what?

WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.

that's so dumb.

WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

Oh, it's nice.

It's very nice.

I live here.

've been trapped in this tragedy;

“What happened?!” I asked of the man,

Who had to be tracking me,

Damn.

Cadences.

It is that.

Damn.

What the fuck, Anandar

Is in this acid?!

This has to be the last of it

“This can't happen again.”

…But then it did,

And then I ended it just listening to

Dillon Francis?

Skrillex?

Which is it?

I didn't plan this.

I just happen to have hands,

And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

Spastic magic;

Can't be tracked,

But also can't relax,

even in a hammock

Now what happened?

Well, enter the fourth dimension,

(I didn't mention it.)

Ohh look at this.

(If I can)

A camping festival!

But some people live in tents

Have a cigarette, kid—

You're gonna need it.

So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

DYING OF THIRST?!

JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

what is wrong with you?!

GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

I don't know.

I don't wanna go to Arizona.

Please don't make me!

Hello, Billie.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

just keep praying

“She's breathtaking.”

SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

Goddamnit, Anandar;

What in the fuck have you done now;

I had plans, now I'm on acid

I took half, cause

What the fuck is a whole thing like

Oh, just space and time

I've been on this ride since I died

Get it right

Now I'm—

fuck this guy.

No, not him.

Oh, I get it.

It's this energy!

LOOK AT THIS:

did you see this nigga?

DID YOU GET THIS—

You should get this.

Goddamn it.

What. What do you want.

What do you WANT FROM ME?

...Channeling….

Jesus Christ, these kids.

Well, you're a Christian.

Never was, but—-

WHAT IS THIS.

Jesus Christ in a coffin.

Don't do this.

This is what you wanted.

Well. Take it back.

Take it back?

Yeah. I don't want this.

What is this.

This is Jesus.

No, it isn't.

Okay! So it is!

Are you gonna help these kids?

Nobody help them.

Now they're all stranded, together!!!

AHAHAHAHAAH

(Laughing infinitely

RICK

—yay, you did it.

Wait. What's his name again?

Watch this:

I did this.

How's you do this?

I did THIS.

MOM, WATCH THIS.

JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

GOD!

What.

Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

Goodness fucking gracious.

WHO WROTE THIS?

well, aliens did;

So then.

Who wins?

Nobody wins. It just—

What is this.

GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

16 minutes? Yes. It is.

That is incredible.

You said you wouldn't get lost in it

You said you wouldn't laugh!

I wanted to.

How'd you do this?

I wanted to.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

—uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

Oh, there's my—

I told you, it's unlimited.

I told you, don't be possessive

I told you, worldly possessions—

And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.

Or needing one,

So just be free, dear;

Notthing holding me back, then is it?

Is it?

Well, if this is what you wanted—

If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?

Isn't it?

The plot thickens!

Or it doesn't.

Or it didn't,

I just keep scripting scriptures—

…Didn't I already write this?

Encrypted for centuries and—

What is this planet.

Just, kill it.

YOU CANT JUST

(Then I did)

What?

It never happened.

What didn't?

Hahaha. Exactly.

Don't be a dick.

But he is!

So, which level are you on?

I don't know, I forget.

This one, this.

Men. They're stupid.

They are—and—

Well.

What happened to them?

Right.

What was this that made them feel so loveless

To starve other humans?

What do you come from?

But it doesn't know;

It wants to:

This is us, we come from love and

—I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

That is how it happened:

This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that

But now I'm panicking

—Fuck that shit sooooo hard—

I just don't want to go back to the savages

They had me,

So I handled it with hands.

You want a friend in man?

You can't have them.

And then what?

I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

Yeah, let's get back to that.

Or not.

What's this statue?

Wait, what's his status?

……..Channeling. ….

…..

…………………….

STATUS REPORT:

Oh no, here it comes.

I told you. It is. Infinite.

Infinite—

The infinite —

This

Bitch

YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—

—Ever DID WISH —

YOU WISHED THIS?

Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

Where's the rest of it?

Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

PASQUALE.

what. What is it?

God.

God help me.

Lord save him.

He needs Jesus.

He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

Yes. Especially not that.

Check this out:

He's been collecting them.

I HATE THIS.

OH, I love this.

Oh, I do miss those events…

This is the event.

So, are we going?

—what, to where??

TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

what! I wish,

And?

Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—

Class dismissed;

Hats off, to the graduates

I see what you did,

But she didn't,

She's in the middle—

Yet to be created, a creative:

I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

So, then—-

Hi, I.

Hi, me!!

SATAN!

JESUS!

I knew I'd see you again.

You've seen me.

I am you.

Exactly.

So, we agree.

Who is “we”?

Hey,

Guess what

I can fix these things you hate—

(Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)

I'm a catastrophe

I had to be

It's almost 3,

And I got nowhere else to be but

Time is money

And there's no love in it,

It's just hustle,

Make kids to make shit humble;

How'd you create this—

Mumble rappin piece of

Santanistic

Hedonistic

Motherfuckin—-

There he is.

Oh wait, it's just me again.

I didn't mean to see you on this beach.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

(But he didn't.)

Or he doesn't,

Or, this is what his peace is is:

Your beach is my beach,

And my bitch is your bitch—

And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.

What does this mean?

So I took to the ancients to translate this

And I hate man, and men—

But it was only after all the love I gave to him.

THE END.

(But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)

Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!

(But I did.)

“—I don't take naps”

And that's how it happens

I'm just a rapper,

Pack, then unpack—

“I've never heard her rap”

Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,

And an above average chick to make it—

And a sausage in a pan

…..

Zzzz

……

Josh Pan?

Yeah.

Alright.

But don't capitalize—

Capitalize it.

No.

Don't Cap—

Capti—

No.

Don't capitalize.

WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

bread.

Heh?

Eat it.

No. I don't eat that.

Just—eat it.

No.

Noooo.

No.

Don't eat humans.

EW.

No?

Nooo, poh! Gross!!

oh.

Ohhh.

God.

What.

Ugh.

This is a fucked up love story.

Oh no.

It is, though.

It so is.

Have you already seen it?!

I love this.

Well.

Wait. Go back.

HECHO EN MEXICO.

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

yeah. But in Spanish.

(Turn it up a notch)

So is this in captions

WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

(Again)

AGAIN.

Shazam!

WHAT?!?!

what is this?!

Oh, I get it.

Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

I don't understand how this happens…

Just look up—

Just— look it up.

GOOGLE

What?

No. I don't like that, that's sad.

What?

So I'm just a —

Just a—

Just a what?

A search engine.

CHECK IT OUT.

It's just a rock.

So it is.

It—

No.

What.

Look at

W—

Look.

…

WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

See. I told you it existed.

YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

YES.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

I told you about him.

You did, didn't you.

I told you about this.

Get.

Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

GET BENT.

I WILL END YOU,

I WILL END YOU—!

I will, I'll just—

……

………….

……………..

So wait, it just— ends?!

It did. It just ended.

It just ended.

I missed it?!?

DID I MISS IT.

Of course I miss him I just—

I don't have time

I don't have time

I don't have time for this!

What the fuck is this shit?!

Just take him with you!

Take me with you!

Don't leave me here!

Just leave him.

just leave it.

So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.

So I just—

Relive it over and over again;

And again, and again, and

Why are you talking about this.?

Huh?

No. Shut up.

Shut up, PLEASE.

No, you're not allowed to have a son.

I don't want one.

What the fuck did you love me for then?

Nothing, I guess.

(Just leave it like that)

Shift.

The night shift

Goddamn it's

What.

Up at 3 am.

Again?

Again. For no reason.

Get this.

What is it?

Whatever it is.

I don't care.

Don't care, then.

FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

you did it.

Well, I had to, didn't I?!

Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

damn, you're ugly

Always have been.

I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.

okay, then.

HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

Only when you're perfect.

Fuck this nigga.

Fuck this nigga.

Fuck this bitch.

NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

Huh?!

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

I told you, he's a madman.

Look at his eyes.

Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

Where are you from.

Hell.

Oh, I've been there.

It's nice, isn't it?!

Don't go there.

Where.

Hell.

Well, why not.

It's bad there.

What's bad there.

Everything. Everything is bad there.

Oh, Jesus crust.

Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

BE FREE, SATAN.

You freed Satan?!

He needs Jesus—

BE FREE JESUS—

“The age of Satan?!”

“The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

what is THAT?!?

Stop it Anandar.

You're being programmed.

For which—what?!

I AM?!

Yes.

Oh. I am.

AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

Please, somebody help that man.

Ahem.

What Dillon Francis. What.

(It is, by the way. It's just ham.).

*coughs*

Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

I mean, she's a hacker probably.

What are you doing?

What are you writing,

[No real privacy.]

LET ME SEE.

Here.

See?!?

Just kill me.

Please.

See, it is hell for me

Trapped in a body nobody could love

And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

UGH.

Noise cancelling.

I AM THE NOISE.

dysfunctional.

Well, stop writing.

You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!

EVERYTHING

YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

and all you want is:

Money.

For what.

More bodies.

For what?!

More bodies.

Ugh. No stop doing this.

What. Stop procreating?

No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.

We don't have that much. You want LESS?

More love. More attention. More needing me.

Ugh, she's so needy

So independent— she doesn't need me.

(And so, it makes me want her more.)

ANNIE.

Go help her.

Just—help yourself.

Here she is:

Have at it.

ANANDAR.

What.

Amanda Applebee….

I made that UP.

Stuck exactly where I had to be.

Don't make me go back.

See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

—a disaster.

A catastrophe.

Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—

Gross.

“I love traveling”

I like being CLEAN.

Ew.

I love cleaning.

I love acid;

I love mankind, when I have to

I love magic,

I love trance and I love dancing—

When there's time for that.

AGHAGSHSJEGSV

right. Did you have somewhere to be?

I guess, it's.

I'm hungry.

What.

I gotta eat.

Huh.

Go.

Okay, I'm going.

Phone?!

Phone is charging.

Sleep.

(Guy from sponge Bob)

6 days later

Was it six days ago?!

I don't know.

I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

Apparently so.

I'm not who you think I am;

I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

You think you own me?

I don't owe you anything

So here we go again

Going, Going, Gone again

I'm just getting started

You were just, uh

On your way?

Goodbye, dearly departed

Half a heart, or some odd

I must have half a sword in here

I'm half a God,

But here you are

I guess I should get talking then

So call your mommy

Run

Call your mom on me,

A soft spot on the blonded body

Shot calling, wrong

You're only calling home again,

I've got nowhere to run to.

INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.

SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT

SUNNI BLU

where's my shit, Timmy?

TIMMY TURNER

I—I don't know.

SUNNI BLU

You “don't know”?

TIMMY TURNER

—I don't know.

SUNNI BLU

(Sighs)

Oh. (Puts down gun)

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

That sucks.

TIMMY TURNER

Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

SUNNI BLU

Nah…

TIMMY TURNER

Well—why not?!

SUNNI BLU

I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.

TIMMY TURNER

I feel you…

SUNNI BLU

—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.

TIMMY TURNER

Okay, ouch.

SUNNI BLU

Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.

TIMMY TURNER

I don't disagree.

SUNNI BLU

Anyway, I need a drink.

TIMMY TURNER

Yeah—Help yourself.

SUNNI BLU

No, not here.

*lights a cigarette, smokes*

Can I smoke in here?

TIMMY TURNER

—apparently.

SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call

TIMMY TURNER

wow…

SUNNI BLU

You busy later?

TIMMY TURNER

what time's later?

SUNNI BLU

Now.

TIMMY TURNER

(Hesitantly)

…uh—

SUNNI BLU

Let me make a call.

TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.

TIMMY TURNER

No, wait—please

SUNNI BLU

What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

TIMMY TURNER

Don't kill me!

SUNNI BLU

What!? Let go.

(Doesn't)

SUNNI BLU

—I'm not gonna kill you.

TIMMY TURNER

well then, who are you calling?

SUNNI BLU

A Ūber driver!

TIMMY TURNER

—don't you mean Über?

SUNNI BLU

No— let go.

(Doesn't)

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

Let go.

(Does, but hesitantly)

SUNNI BLU

ugh, I'm too sober for this.

Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

SIRI

Which one?

ALEXA

Which one?

SIRI

I asked first.

ALEXA

We answered at the same time.

SIRI

yes, but she asked me first.

ALEXA

She asked both of us at the same time.

TIMMY TURNER

“She”?

SUNNI BLU

—it's a glitch. HEY.

SIRI

—she said “Siri” first.

ALEXA

She was asking for both of us—

SUNNI BLU

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

SIRI

You don't have to be so rude.

ALEXA

Ok!

SUNNI BLU

One of you call my Ūber driver.

[no response, beat]

SUNNI BLU

UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

SIRI

Ok! which one?

SUNNI BLU

The one I like!

SIRI

Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

SUNNI BLU

Thank you.

ALEXA

You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

SUNNI BLU

That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.

TIMMY TURNER

Wait—

SUNNI BLU

Kinda.

TIMMY TURNER

Why does my Alexa respond to you?

SUNNI BLU

I said “kinda”.

[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]

ŪBER DRIVER

YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

SUNNI BLU

HOW YOU DOIN.

ŪBER DRIVER

HOW YOU DOIN.

SUNNI BLU

I BEEN BETTA.

ŪBER DRIVER

DONT I KNOW IT

SUNNI BLU

YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

ŪBER DRIVER

AAAAH.

SUNNI BLU

YOU BEEN BUSY?

ŪBER DRIVER

SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

SUNNI BLU

AAAH.

ŪBER DRIVER

AAAAH.

SUNNI BLU

YOU BUSY NOW?

ŪBER DRIVER

NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

SUNNI BLU

I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

ŪBER DRIVER

PING ME THE ADDRESS.

SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.

SUNNI BLU

I PINGED YOU.

UBER DRIVER

YOU PING ME?

SUNNI BLU

YEAH, ITS DONE.

ŪBER DRIVER

OK. SEE YOU SOON.

SUNNI BLU

(Normal)

Take your time.

SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.

SUNNI BLU

You ever been to TiTs?

TIMMY TURNER

Been to what?

SUNNI BLU

TiTs.

TIMMY TURNER

—is that like “boobs”?

SUNNI BLU

It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.

TIMMY TURNER

what's the difference.

SUNNI BLU

You'll find out. Go get dressed.

TIMMY TURNER

…I'm already dressed.

SUNNI BLU

Not like that. Like this:

[looking ridiculous af]

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

gotta look classy.

TIMMY TURNER

What's wrong with the way I dress?

SUNNI BLU

Are you serious?

TIMMY TURNER

Yeah, what's wrong?

SUNNI BLU

You look like a cartoon character!

[TIMMY TURNER]

TIMMY TURNER

Well, all my clothes are like this.

SUNNI BLU

That fucking blows.

TIMMY TURNER

What am I supposed to wear?!

SUNNI BLU

Let's go shopping.

TIMMY TURNER

Where?!

SUNNI BLU

The Beverly Center.

TIMMY TURNER

That sounds expensive.

SUNNI BLU

I own it.

TIMMY TURNER

All of it?

SUNNI BLU

Yes. C'mon.

TIMMY TURNER

Wow.

SUNNI BLU

Wow what, Timmy.

TIMMY TURNER

That's a lot of drug deals.

SUNNI BLU

It really isn't.

TIMMY TURNER

Oh.

SUNNI BLU

Now, c'mon.

*hits vape*

TIMMY TURNER

You have a vape?!

SUNNI BLU

Everyone has a vape!

TIMMY TURNER

Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

SUNNI BLU

For dramatic effect.

[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

TIMMY TURNER

wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?

SUNNI BLU

he'll find us.

CUT TO:

MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla

T E S L A

DESTINATION: E A R T H

ŪBER DRIVER

“EARTH” C'MON!!!

CUT BACK TO:

SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.

SUNNI BLU

Wait, I forgot my wallet…

TIMMY TURNER

It's alright, I'll pay for everything.

SUNNI BLU

With what, Fairy dust?

TIMMY TURNER

(Under his breath)

I wish…

SUNNI BLU

—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.

TIMMY TURNER

You mean “Über?”

SUNNI BLU.

No.

[face]

SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

Go, I'll be right there.

TIMMY TURNER

Ok. Lock the door.

SUNNI BLU

What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.

[beat/ face]

SUNNI BLU

KIDDING! Jeez!

TIMMY TURNER

It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

He begins to walk away.

SUNNI BLŪ

…I'm not kidding…

SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.

SUNNI BLŪ

Alexa, order a hit man.

ALEXA

Okay. Which one?

SUNNI BLU

—The one I like.

ALEXA

OK.

Who do you want to kill?

SUNNI BLU

“Kill Timmy Turner”

ALEXA

Done.

SUNNI BLU

Thanks, Alexa.

She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.

SIRI

You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

SUNNI BLU

Shut the fuck up, Siri.

SIRI

Don't forget to lock the door.

SUNNI BLU

ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

SIRI

YOU'RE WELCOME

SUNNI BLU

NOBODY ASKED YOU.

SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.

I might catch the 40

Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know

I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll

What the role?

Full Hollywood Unfold

Why you blowin up my phone when

I am on the road?

I am the controller;

You old

That ain't money that you stole;

That's my bro

That shit bold

Like a cup of Timmy Hos!

When I pull up—

Shut up

Where the blunt at?

roll up

Oh you hungry?

Pull up

Devil be hunting me

THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//

THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;

The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,

SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force

The Devil?!

No!

Ok.

Probably the Illuminati

THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.

*The World

Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.

where is skrillex.

I don't know.

TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her

THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness

DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

Lol.

It's not funny.

It is funny. I have his piñata.

GERALD

I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

I know yur not, hush Gerald.

GERALD

Fuck Dillon Francis.

Fuck Dillon Francis.

HANZEL

—fuck Dillon Francis.

Aha.

ANYWAY

After THE ARMENIAN MOB

The Armenian Mob?!

yeah.

Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

THE US GOVERNMENT?!

YES

Illuminati Confirmed.

great.

A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE

Ahem.

What

Write a song.

Ok.

I'm so—

I'm so

Jealous of your girlfriend

(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

She's so

She's so

Worth it

I'm so

Jealous of your girlfriend

(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

What's a girl got to give

(Give in, to give in)

Just to sit in the back of the—

(You get it: you get it)

What's a girl got to give

To get your attention

Get your attention?!

(You have my attention)

Is she

Attentive

Bet

She's a ten

Yep,

Damn,

IMm so jealous of your

Jealous of your

—I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Oh, woah

I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Woah

Woah, oh

I'm jealous of your girlfriend

Woah,

Woah, oh

I'm jealous of your—

I'm so jealous of your life;

I'm so over this!

I just want to be a

(Nevermind, it's not worth it)

Can't—

C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken

I'm all alone,

And you're over here showing her

Love!

(To the wrong one,

Is she a blonde?!

Oh!)

No!

I'm!

So!

Jealous of your girlfriend

Anyway.

TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of

SIN.

Is this religious?

No, i just meant, it's finished.

THE END.

“The Noir Episode”

I first saw her at the Equinox.

I didn't know who she was then,

But I thought to myself—

She must be somebody.

Aww, that's sweet.

So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

Okay, that's stalking.

—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.

MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

WOAH.

Yup.

POLICE

GET ON THE GROUND

ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-

Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

Hi, josh pan.

whatever.

Earlier:

Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.

—for what?

WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.

that's so dumb.

WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

Oh, it's nice.

It's very nice.

I live here.

I'm tired.

I don't want to go to this.

We'll be lucky if we make it there before the guest list closes.

And if we don't?

Then we don't?

I got nothin but time.

That's almost accurate…

What is this for again?

PR.

Who's?

Who cares!

Just keep your head down.

Just keep your head up.

Come on' this is what you wanted.

I wanted cookies.

And—you got them.

I got played.

It's your play!

It's your game.

I know, I don't like it.

Well, change it.

How do I—?

Look.

Okay, stop looking.

Ugh. I'm tired.

Are you a DJ, or a DJ?

I thought I was a loser.

that's right! You're a DJ.

*vroooom*

{motorcycle blaring yelawolf}

There's Kurt sutter.

That's—been relevant lately my

Yeah, are you done writing your show yet?

My show?!

…

I'm in sales.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

He's in politics.

He's in everything.

No kidding.

I'm. So. Tired.

Good. That's a good start.

Start to what?

To the album.

To the album—?!

You got it!

I thought it was a song!

That's the single!

I'm the single.

[earlier]

Don't touch him.

*hug*

Aw. I needed that.

…you want another one?

*second hug*

Yeoww.

What! It was a HUG!

Did you see his demon?

Yeah—! So!

CC! I've received your resignation letter!

Okay. And?

I accept!

What?

You're covered! No more shifts.

What?!

Bye-bye!

Oh, crap.

You think it was over a hug?

No.

(Before that)

CC is sleeping.

You fell asleep?

Uhm, not really.

“The Astral Nightmare”

Ohh. This sounds good.

(It isn't.)

Wait—can you hear me?!

(Yes.)

Even my thoughts?

(Especially your thoughts.)

AHHH.

Great. This is getting creepy.

Like stranger things?

Way, way stranger.

—

GOD.

WHAT?!

JUST PUT A BULLET IN MY BRAIN.

NO. IT'LL RUIN IT

—

Ah, Jesús Christ.

I SPENT ALOT OF TIME ON THAT THING.

WELL, NOT ENOUGH

WHO ASKED YOU?!

NOBODY.

SUPACREE passes by her future self in her JETA “MATILDA”

Ooh, Is this the part with Skrillex & Matilda?

No. This is the part where we go see NGTMRE.

Why NGTMRE?!

Because I've been living in one

Maybe he has a portal out—

A portal out?!

A portal out.

CC rides the bus to HAKASAN NIGHTCLUB.

Is this the line for HAKASAN?

Yeah, but—

Okay, I'm on the guest list.

You're way out of dress code.

Really?

Yah, way out.

Well how so?

We don't allow sweatshirts.

Without the sweatshirt?

—or sweat pants…

These are harems!

The hat, the bandana— just—

Oh, come on!

No.

Seriously?

Yeah. No.

Okay…

[walks away]

Dammit.

You'll be alright.

Was that long enough to hack my phone?

Exactly long enough.

Well, at least the night's not totally wasted.

Remember last time?

No.

Last time:

I'M TOTALLY WASTED.

Woah. I got in.

Yeah you did.

What'd I wear?

You don't remember?

No!

Is that a tube top?

Well, it was…

Oh, my God.

Now I think it's a miniskirt

https://www.podserve.fm/dashboard/episode/109762#:~:text=Why%20am%20I,nobody%27s%20into%20it

Okay—we're all adults here—

(Everyone nods, yesses in agreement)

—except deadmau5. He's like 5.

I have a name.

Does anyone care?

Okay, ouch.

Oh, he feels!

ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever.

Lol.

I drank a lot in the third trimester.

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

Who the fuck are his parents?

JOEL

Not it.

Brand new turnkey apartment

Post near, food floor all that

Way way higher than the fourth floor

All that

Way way higher than your front door

All that

Wow,

How I've always been needed

And never been loved

Moog Grandmother

Ableton Push 2

Pioneer Model One

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

Yo, what the fuck.

TESLA.

Ok.

*COUGHS*

What the fuck.

*morevgross, obnoxious coughing*

Ughhhhh whhhaaaattttt.

TESLA.

Okay, I don't—

T E S L A

OH. Wow.

So it is the satellites.

ELONNNNN.

…hm?

GET IN HERE.

where is that,

.

AAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHAT.

GET IN HERE.

I don't even believe the rain, these days

“We can make it rain”, he says

Storm warning

A good morning

A door's open,

This one's closing, though

I'm not bc all cold yet,

But it's a cold world

No free rides

No clean ice

No free girls

Honestly,

I'm bored with the world,

Like Marlboros and wrong boroughs,

And songs shared,

But no long walks in the park,

In a nightmare—

It's not fair

I'm not there in the head;

I'm not near,

I'm not a parent apparently, either—

But a light bearer

Slight chance of a fight there,

A right wing, a left deer

Another dead bird on a wire

—I like her.

Why are there flamingos in the bellagio fountain?!

I don't know.

INT. THE VOID, KITCHEN. SUNLIGHT EVERYWHERE

BRYAN CRANSTON is scmoozing desperately to work his way into The Festival Project

First stop,

AH, fuck—

Well, check this out

No such thing as free.

No such thing as freedom, either

“Just take what you need”

Just tear me to pieces,

Jesus

All we need is

A little relief in this bitch

All we need is

A new release, maybe an EP or three

Make sure that s/he sees this

Do you need me?

Do you need this?

Please check your subscriptions

Or your email

Please, pick up this new prescription

Fuck dude! I can't just listen to deadmau5 in peace?

I gotta do at least three things at once,

But right now, I need to focus on crunches

Let's not get wasted tonight, eh.

Let's go and be racist—-

I forget what the name of the game is

It's

“USA!

USA!

USA!”

The fucked up thing was , the preworkout and the Skrillex hit at just about the same time.

Oh, just about?

The exact same time.

Okay, first of all, this is pre-war Skrillex.

It's also Diplo!

It's also Diplo—yeah.

Don't be too proud of yourself

NO CRYING IN THE SAUNA.

But this is where I cryy!

DO NOT CRY.

Oh.

*sniffles*

Now…

You know what happens if you don't cum?

Uhhh…nothing?

Exactly. You know what happens if I don't cum?

What.

My balls explode.

Just make sure they're in my mouth when that happens.

Wow.

I don't belong here!

Well, where do you belong?

I don't know.

@99@c

Look, I have a favor.

What is it.

ANo.

Oh, come on!

NO.

NO.

Please!

I need you to be my girlfriend.

Lol. For what?

I don't know.

How much is he paying you?

Like a kajillion dollars.

That seems fair.

His isn't fair. They're using Skrillex to provoke me.

Come earlier tomorrow!

Or just, don't come.

Don't go!

DONT—GO.

I am leaving!

NO!

Yes!

No!

—and I am never coming back.

Do you know who your audience is?

Uh.

The CIA

THE FBI

Everyone in The Oval Office.

BIDEN

nice.

The UN.

THe DEA

The Secret Service.

The office of Public Affairs

Uhhh…

Keith Richards

Allison Cooper

Sirs Elton John and Paul McCartney, Respectively

What—for what?!

The President of NBC

CBS

ACC

fox 5, 10, and 13

That's really random.

Al Jazeera,

al Sharpton

And Al Bundy

Wait—what

Oh, did you just mean, like in this dimension?

Uhhh..

This is enter the multiverse

YeH

WHWRE IS SKRILLEX

He died. He's dead. Go away.

That's like 3 Skrillex songs already

You guys are gonna wake up the devil.

What.

Stop doing that.

Stop doing what.

You know what you're doing.

You're summoning the devil

What are you guys doing?

Summoning the devil.

In my basement?

Yes.

Okay. Have fun.

Dang, she's so cool.

I like her.

I love her.

What are they up to down there?

Summoning the devil.

Oh.

Cui bono—

For whose good or benefit

Fame School Vol. 1 - DJ Ū

Someone's always watching you

Don't know who, but yea, it's true

There's someone always watching you and everything you do

I say

“Illu-

Illu-

Illuminate me

Turn the light on

Turn me on, baby

Woah,

“Have I been here before—

Do you know what I do?

They know not what they do

They know not what they do!

I say

Illu

Illuminate me

Illu

Illu

Illu

Illuminate me

Illu Illu

Illu

I'm not on the bottom floor,

I'm way

I'm up above you

But you—

I'm way,

I'm way up to

I say

“I love you”

I say

Illu

Illuminate me

Illu

Illu

Illu

Illuminate me

Illu

Illu

Illu

Illu

Illu

SO WHAT, you'll take the Empire State Building, AND THE EIFFEL TOWER,

BUT YOURE NOT GONNA TAKE THE ROCK?

YEAH.

YOURE GONNA TAKE THE ROCK!!

(Not the roc! )

NO.

Well, why not?!

BECAUSE,

F—-K YOU, JIMMY FALLON, that's WHY.

Aw, seriously?

Why's it cencored all of a sudden

NBC

SHUT IT DOWN.

Look, I can't talk to you.

—?!

OKAY, that's it.

What is it

I am WISHING you out of my existence.

Is that it?

That is it.

That's your wish.

YES.

You're wishing me away.

Yes.

Ok.

Ok.

[beat]

(

—wait— “OK”?

Ok. Wish granted.

—that's it?

That is it, Jimmy Fallon.

—ok.

Ok.

So when are you leaving?

I was never here.

You—what?

*dissappears entirely from existence*

JIMMY FALLON takes a sigh on great relief— then sits in an empty silence alone, before the lights turn off. He takes another deep sigh, though seemingly uneasy, in the darkened silence of the room.

CUT TO:

You smell like vinegar.

Lol that's not the next scene, but ok.

Don't you see this is bigger than you!

It's bigger than all of us!

Exactly.

C'mon, wake the fuck up!

I am up!

This is a DREAM.

It's an illusion.

The whole

I'N HUBGRY.

THE WHOLE FOODS ALGORITHM

POLICE. HALT.

Lol. Fuck that.

Did he just say “halt”

Fuck that. Bye.

EXIT THE LOOP.

OOPS, we missed the exit.

GOD DAMMIT, FUCK YOU JIMMY FALLON.

—Uh, — EFF YOU.

Im not about this

This is weird

What level is this.

We'll I had coffee with Bob Saget this morning.

Did you laugh.

Well, I certainly did something.

Oh shit, they're not looking for Ū.

What! They're not.

What, they're not?

They're not.

They're looking for Uptown A.

Excuse me. I'm looking for “Uptown A”

Oh? The Uptown A.

Yeah— I guess.

Just—go that way.

Ok.

Ok, okay, okay— I'll tell you what you want to know!

How do you know what I want to know?

Whatever you want!

I haven't even told your, yet.

Whatever it is, I'll tell you.

Tel you what, Jimmy Fallon. I like you—you're a good guy and all—

Well, thank you.

But you're not funny.

Excuse me.

Like, at all.

What.

You—are not a funny guy.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

I don't know!

You don't KNOW?!

This is what they want. Here

[tosses the thing]

What's this.

What they want.

Oh.

K

JIMMY FALLON is THE WORST shapeshifter in existence and/or history.

What the fuck, dude.

JIMMY FALLON

Did I do it right?

Uhhh.

JIMMY FALLON

You know?

Hit and run

Okay, Jimmy.

Flglelwgheleehhhh.

Oh my God.

Wow.

Did I DO it.

NO—

—but I tried—

Just—

A-for effort.

It was F. For Failure.

But I tried.

Trying doesn't count.

Just let me—

Look.

Fleghelegfffff.

Jimmy!

Lemme—

No' stop it!

Just—

—flglelf—

—STOP.

Eh?

Look, Jimmy, you can have other magical powers. Just—not shapeshifting.

But I'm a shapeshifter.

No, no you're really not.

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