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  • CHAOSMagick

    [The Legend Returns]

    Really Bad Mixtape (Might as well get it out of the way now)

    Killst_rr (Instrumental)

    Sleep Deprivation Sequence

    You're not you when you're not you.

    Hoe_math

    Exactly what it sounds like.

    [UnderWorld.]

    R-R 1 -rarity.

    [i Come Undone.]

    AtPLAY Live Mix

    [Autopilot.]

    {A Star Is Born.}





    For fear of fire;

    Best not to wander off,

    With no back track–

    Might have forgotten the rest, but

    It wasn't a poem,

    or part of a song

    At least, not yet

    Fuck man. I really want to sample this.

    Can't sample deadmau5; he's a bitch about paperwork.

    You cant technically say that.

    I mean, I technically didnd't.

    Just let your fingers do the talking.

    Ooh, look at that one.

    What are you doing.

    Some online shopping.

    For what.

    A man-thing.

    You're better off letting your back end

    Handle the conversation

    Then again,

    When in search of a venue

    Anything with the proper connections

    And stereo systems

    Will do in the moment.

    What do you want?

    To get rid of my hiccups.

    That's it:

    *huccups* yu-p.

    Wow, that's–

    Have you ever thought about just–

    I've thought about just about everything–that's how you got here.

    I'm gonna go ahead and admit–there's too much going on in my head.

    It's a lot.

    I'm gonna need a nap.

    GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME.

    *sheath/ swoard*

    Is that the sword of skrillex.

    Yeus.

    Give it to me.

    *stabs in thigh*

    Oooh.

    Not the balls!

    fair.

    Around the world we go

    Around we go again

    Here we are

    Oh no,

    It's the same song

    Over and over

    I'd like you to love to today

    (I'd love to forget for a moment I haven't)

    I know before long, we get older and older

    All wrong,

    It's the same one,

    Over and over.

    Have you seen my butt plugs?

    NO! GROSS.

    It's alright. I'll just pick some up on the way.

    AGGH.

    Better yet, can you just put in the order on amazon

    AmAZoN.

    Yes.

    (I'm so happy Amazon has anal plugs.)

    Please stop now.

    You're being a baby about this–just-

    You know what. Nevermind. I'll do it myself.

    Please do that.

    Siri–

    Oh my God.

    Alexa–reorder from Amazon.






    Come on focus.

    …hmm…now what was I doing?

    A B L E T O N

    *spinning rainbow wheel of doom*

    …seems like it was something.

    Come on….FOCUS.

    Hm.

    When's the last time you had a marshmello.

    Flashback:

    [BONFIRE: Burning The Skrillex]

    *Also making smores*

    CUT BACK TO:

    Like never, I'm vegan.

    PASQUALE

    WAKE. UP.

    Holy shit. It's you again.

    It's always me.

    Last time you were like 26.

    Well, now i'm this age.

    Wait, how old are you.

    Wouldn't you like to know.

    There's a lot of things i'd like to know about you, Pasquale, that's not even near the top of the list.

    Speaking of “top of the list”--

    I do have a lot of things to do today.

    Oh yeah, what's that?

    I don't know. A bunch of crap.

    Speaking of crap–

    This is a lot of speaking.

    Happy Birthday.

    What is this.

    It's Captain Crunch.

    Yes it is. What is it doing in my lap.

    That's your lunch.

    I–no, it isn't.

    It is.

    No, i'm vegan.

    Well, that's the “happy” part in “happy birthday”

    No…

    Yes, actually.

    This is –

    It is–

    Vegan.

    Damn.

    Jinx. You owe me a Pererier.

    Shut up.

    Or a LaCroix. I'll taka a LaCroix.

    You're so LA.

    I guess that makes you Beverly Hills–

    Or Pacific Palisades. Is that Annexed.

    It is “LA”

    What else is in this?

    No animal product…

    “Yellow 6”

    It reads!

    What happened to yellow 1-5?

    A whole story.

    Yes, but not a whole food. “Yellow 6?!”

    That's the chemical complex you need to find yourself in the right dimension. Exactly.

    What's wrong with this dimension?

    What isn't?

    I'm in it! You're in it!

    Like I said.

    What–

    Just eat it.

    Ugh–

    happy trails.

    *disappears*

    Ugh. I gave that dude too much money.

    Fuck, what was I doing again.

    Deadmau5.

    Uhm, no i was–

    Deadmau5.

    Deadmau5.

    OOOOOH> YES.

    I KNOW IT'S YOU, YOU SLIMY MOTHERFUCKER.

    Stop it.

    YOU STOP IT. I KNOW IT'S YOU.

    Who is it?

    STOP IT.

    Stop–doing that.

    I know you're deadmau5.

    I most certainly am not.

    I know its you.

    I have boobs.

    How did you do this.

    I did–n't.

    That's right.

    Fuck, what happened.

    Nothin.

    Now I gotta kill my stupid brother.

    You have a brother?!

    SKRILLEX. GET IN HERE.

    Fuck, run.

    I gotta go.
    Go where.

    Uhm. Somewhere else.

    DILLON, THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE.

    IT WAS NEVER FUNNY.

    (It was funny to me.)

    God does have a sense of humor.

    AHAH–AHAHA–HAHAHA.

    As it turns out, not the absolute best sense of humor.

    Oh—he's okay! He's okay!

    No, he's dead.

    He's definitely dead.

    But a sense of humor, nonetheless.

    Fuck man. What did you do to Dillon Francis.

    Nothing. I just got him drunk

    On what?! Cyanide?

    Okay, I don't even know what that is.

    He's a corpse.

    –but a pretty one.

    C'mon. Be serious.

    I can't.

    Why not.

    It's hilarious, kinda.

    This isn't funny.

    No, it's hilarious. He earned it.

    He “earned” it?

    Well, yes–

    He is dead.

    I mean, it's a long story; but he brought it upon himself, honestly.

    “Honestly”

    Please. PLease. Please.

    No, I said.

    PLEASE.

    I SAID NO.

    What's this story.

    That's ten. I win.

    Fuck.

    DILLOn WAkE UP.

    *smacks*

    ahah.

    I think it's working

    I think he's waking up.

    He's not waking up.

    He must be. He's laughing.

    He's not laughing

    He said “haha'

    *smacks*

    haha .

    See.

    *smacks*

    Mm. This shit smacks

    HONEY SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKSSSS.

    Oh shit, is this the 90s.

    HONEY SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKSSS.

    *slams*

    GIMMIE MY HONEY SMACKS.

    That's it. There's no more.

    AW, COME ON.

    Sorry, that's all there is.

    WHAT.

    But yu can have captain crunch.

    I DON'T WANT CAPTAIN CRUNCH. I WANT HONEY SMACKS.

    I'm sorry, there are no more Honey Smacks. You can have Captain Crunch, or Shredded Wheat.

    GRAMPA

    Shredded Wheat is MY favorite.

    Ugh.

    Mm. Honey Smacks.

    I HATE YOU.

    Be nice to your brother.

    Lol. Everything about Dillon's eyes makes him devastating.

    Who plays tiny Dillon?

    I don't know. There are like nine in the script.

    It shouldn't be hard to cast. We'll go to utah.

    Fucking. I hate Utah.

    WELCOME TO UTAH.

    Nice.

    Alright, well, what other grounds are there to cover, here?

    DILLOn FRANCIS

    I am not doing this project.

    Of course you are–it's in your contract.

    What contract.

    The one you signed.

    Which–no–I didn't.

    But you did.

    SUNNI BLU

    I got you a drink.

    DILLON FRANCIS

    That looks fruity.

    SUNNI BLU

    Try it.

    DILLON FRANCIS

    *sips*

    DILLON FRANCIS CONT'D

    What's in this.

    Just– drink it.

    SUNNI BLU

    Don't look at me like that.

    DILLOn FRANCIS

    Like what.

    SUNNI BLU

    Do you need a mirror?

    DILLON FRANCIS

    I–

    SUNNI BLU

    Look down.

    DILLON FRANCIS

    *does*

    SUNNI BLU

    *flicking nose*

    Made you look. haha .

    DILLOn FRANCIS

    Wow. [takes drink]

    SUNNI BLU
    That's the spirit. But literally there's a mirror between your feet, if you need one.

    [there literally is]

    SUNNI BLU CONT'D

    The floor is made of mirrors

    DILLOn FRANCIS

    *suddenly inebriated*

    Oh wow.

    SUNNI BLU

    The whole club turns into a disco ball.

    DILLON FRANCIS

    *suddenly very inebriated*

    That's–convenient.

    SUNNI BLU

    It is.





    SHIA

    DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS.

    If my dreams were not just dreams, everyone in here would have a lawsuit against me.

    A lot of us do.

    Carry on, then.

    SKRILLEX

    BLAIGH.

    Oh shit, its you again.

    I swear to God, I thought I killed this nigga.

    Are you sure it was him?

    SKRILLEX

    !!!!

    No.

    Alright, i've almost got it.

    Almost got what.

    This whole– thing.

    Oh.

    –and–it's gone.

    Really, that quick.

    I don't think you understand what's happening.

    You're right, i don't understand what's happening at all.

    Oh shit. I'm deadmau5.

    Nice.

    Fuck it, lets do some trolling.

    Alright alright.

    BUT FIRST, COFFEE.

    Fuck dude, I don't think I should have anymore coffee.

    Too late.

    1. deadmau5.

      ok .

      1. Deadmau5.

        Nice.

        1. D–0

          DOn'T D o THis, I'M WARNING YOU.

          ….

          If you open that portal, there's no going back.

          *opens portal*

          Now you've done it.

          *goes into portal*

          Fuck.

          *portal closes neatly*

          *facepalm*

          *entire series of cosmos collapse in the great distance–time begins to stretch and bend uncontrollably*

          Come on, just let me lick the balls.

          NO.

          I'll give you a cookie.

          well …

          OH my GAWD.

          What.

          Come here, you have to see this.

          What the fuck is that.

          I don't know.

          Should i pick it up?

          No, don't touch it!

          He picked it up.

          Oh, gross.

          What is this.

          I don't know. I think it's fanfiction.

          Who wrote it.

          Idk. somefangirl.

          Fangurl.

          FaNGiRls.

          Well, Hey, at least i'm not a groupie.

          OH COME ON, JUST LET ME SUCK IT.

          GET AWAY FROM ME.

          PLEASE. i'LL GIVE YOU $40.

          -well.

          NOW, A COMMERCIAL BREAK.

          Since when does this show have commercials.

          It doesn't.

          I want to talk to Jimmy Fallon.

          That's–not happening.

          Why not.

          JIMMY FALLON

          BECAUSE I HAVE A CONTRACT WITH NBC.

          There he is–

          Nice.

          JIMMY FALLON YOU MOTHERFUCKER.

          I AM A FAMILY MAN, OKAY.

          Is that like Family Guy? By Chance?!

          SETH MCFARLENE

          (with super long hair)

          *crossing fingers*

          I'm hoping so.

          JIMMY FALLON

          Not even close!

          SETH MCFARLENE

          *snaps*

          Dammit.

          Oh, I get it. It's like–The Cofffee run

          Which “coffee run”

          THE coffee run.

          We'll have to admit, it's probably the most watched coffee run of all time.

          Of all of them.

          You know what? Fuck it, fire me. I'm doing this show.

          What?! JImmy. Why on EARTH would you ever agree to something like this.

          JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER

          Because–it's my duty.



          Yo.

          You know that song that everybody knows?

          You know the song because everybody knows this song.

          It goes:

          Lovin you–

          is easy cause youre beautiful.

          do - do- do - do- do- do- do…

          Yeah. You know that song.

          But you probably don't know who sings it.

          I'll tell you who sings it.

          That song is by an artist called Minnie Ripperton.

          That's a mouthful.

          Yeah, one hell of a name, huh.

          Well, that's the lady who sings the song.

          It's Minnie Riperton.

          Now, let me tell you something else you probably don't know:

          Something I probably wouldn't know if I wasn't a DJ

          But i know this, because I'm a DJ

          AND

          MAYA RUDOLPH

          WAUT A MINUTE.

          What the fuck, Maya Rudoph, are you doing in my bathroom at 5 AM

          It's 1:15 in the afternoon.

          I'm a DJ. It's 5 AM.

          That's making sense.

          I know it is. What's not making sense. Is why you're in my bathroom drinking a milkshake.

          It's a strawberry milkshake.

          So it is.

          *slurps milkshake*

          *sitting on toilet*

          *slurps*

          What do you want.

          You want to know what I want?

          Apparently, a milkshake.

          It's a strawberry milkshake.

          OK.

          OK.

          OK so what.

          Finish the script.

          –What?

          Fuck dude, how does this song sound good every time?

          Congratulations, you've gone entirely insane.

          beep-boop .

          [DJ]

          B00p beep.

          [Music Producer]

          Beep-beep.

          0.c.

          Do not fall dangerously in love;

          Do not pass go

          Do not collect $200

          Or any of it

          For any reason,

          For any of it

          For any of them

          Just keep it pushin;

          Just keep it private

          Just hold it all in and

          Do not let go

          Do not fall in love

          Do not pass go

          Do not unload

          Do not walk

          Do not cross here

          Do not

          It smells like butter.

          But you're vegan.

          I know.

          Do you think you're having a stroke.

          God, I fucking hope so.

          GOD

          You WHAT.

          I want to die.

          GOD

          I thought i heart you right.

          You heard me right–a THOUSAND times. I want to die. Take me out of this life.

          GOD
          Not until you make dubstep.

          WHAT.

          GOD

          You gotta make a grammy-winning dubstep album.

          I what.

          GOD

          Or at least nominated.

          No, I don't.

          GOD

          Beg your pardon.

          I'm not begging.

          GOD

          What are you getting at, hon?

          Look; Am I not one with the source?

          GOD

          Uhm–you are.

          Alright, Then: everything is everything.

          GOD

          Yes.

          And everyone is everyone.

          GOD

          This is true.

          So i'm Skrillex.

          GOD

          Skrillex is Skrillex

          So I Am.

          GOD

          …

          And I already won a grammy.

          GOD

          …

          Like a bunch of them, right.

          GOD

          Uh.

          So technically–

          GOD

          YOu know what. I can't argue with that logic.

          This isn't ableton.

          No. This is Logic.

          What the fuck. That's not Serato.

          No, that's Rekordbox.

          What the fuck is this.

          These are CDJs.

          There's no hot cues!

          What the fuck is a “HOT CUE”

          This is not food.

          What the fucking sauce.




          I'm warning you, Pasquale. Get off my lawn.

          THIS IS MY HOUSE.

          Your house it is not.

          *House music starts blasting*

          *lasers* sprinklers* dancers*

          WHAT THE FUCK.

          It's voice activated, I just–

          How did you do this?!

          What.

          WHAT DID YOu DO. AND WHEN.

          I don't know! I just took the delorean, like you said.

          You were supposed to find Dillon Francis.

          I did! The problem was, when I found the right one, he was dead!

          What? He's dead?

          Presumably!

          What do you mean by that!?

          It's a long story!

          WELL, HOW LONG?

          SUNNI BLU

          About as long as my dick!

          WHO IS THAT.

          I told you it's a long story.

          Well, let me in!

          Sorry Pasquale. No Can do.

          What. Why not.

          Cause you're on a federal watch list.

          What.

          Yeah. Sorry.

          Wait…

          You should probably leave before the feds get here.

          What?

          Unless you want to stay and party on the lawn but–not recommended.

          This is bizarre.

          The police arrive, surrounding Pasquale on the yard–moving in to arrest him.

          WAIT.

          SUPACREE turns away from the window; inside, a room full of her aliases sit looking somewhat miserably;

          SUPACREE!!!

          [Pasquale is handcuffed and i dragged off of the lawn]

          SUPACREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!




          Careless, Acoustic–deadmau5

          SUPACREE pours a bowl of captain crunch, taking one colossal bite and sits down in THE CONTROL ROOM at a large computer console; inhaling from a can of nitrous oxide.

          I'm the worst DJ ever.

          SUPACREE places the fames deadmau5 helmet atop her head and begins working at the computer promptly, clicking away; Now is deadmau5

          I don't even know what key this song is in.

          MEOWINGTONS, Alive and well purrs and stretches, then settles atop SUPACREE/deadmau5's lap.

          This is insane.

          I don't know what's happening.

          END CREDITS. V. O.

          Lovin' You, Minnie Ripperton Carless, deadmau5

          idk how i'm gonna mix that.

          Trust me. Anything can be mixed.

          Anything.




          [When it]

          Turns out,

          The bottom of your heart

          Was the tip of the Ice Berg

          And the whole ship has [s]unk[en],

          [&] I[t]'s probably ice cold

          At the bottom of the ocean;

          I'll tell you where i'm from

          Why,

          I'll tell you anything for

          About one dollar

          Turns out,

          I've already got one eye on you;

          One eye'd sad heart

          I should probably roll out my art on you

          [I probably should not]

          One man bought a kiss,

          Another, a whole night from her–

          One man bought a whole farm

          The other, a Whole Foods Market

          –and you can't even franchise those

          Amazon's got a monopoly

          We were playing for corners of earth,

          All i got was some kandi,

          Subscriptions to candidly,

          Actually,

          I really liked the tree trial

          (I think i'll wait a week, sorry)

          When it turns out

          The world that you wanted

          Was actually hours already

          The dollar you got

          Was also borrowed

          And the money they wanted and got

          Was just actually stolen from someone else

          They bought all the food up

          And sold it for profits

          I promise this avocado

          Once costs nothing at all

          But you wanted that car for your daughter

          She's got a mercedes and don't even drive it

          My mom, on my honor

          Of all the garages in Lost Lands,

          I promise the owner of it was

          The first to go last,

          And the last to come home

          Now he's on his own alter

          And also the worshiper;

          How do you go back?

          Oh, you don't

          Oh you don't

          Oh, you don't wanna know that

          But i was of course,

          All of your rock bottoms

          It's bottoms and tops, and

          We don't let the top fall over,

          We're counting up crumbs

          And this muffin costs $24 dollars

          Pour a whole bottle of coconut water out on the sidewalks

          For the dead homies

          Not dead in the general sense

          But just in the head, the heart,

          And the soul

          The homeless are happier at McDonalds

          Than asking at crossroads and crosswalks

          For dollars I'd rather spend elsewhere

          I'll avoid the power struggle at operations

          for about 18 dollars and 56 sense

          (Please, keep the pennies)

          I'm feeling around in my 6th sense that there's

          Something indecent, or decadent

          Whichever it is

          Cause i'm better of with the memory of it

          Than actually dragging it in.

          –I'm a cat again.

          Ouch.

          Shut up.

          It HURTS.

          Of course it hurts, you just had heart surgery without any anistetics.

          YEah, but to be fair–that was a lot of acid.

          Yes, but lucily for you–

          –or, for him–

          Lucily for us, there's no lethal amount of acid.

          –Ouch–

          –Shut up.

          That we know of.



          George Washington

          John Adams

          Thomas Jefferson

          James Monroe

          Nope, can't for the life of me remember the 5th

          Oh shit, I was wrong

          Turns out, my memory only can hold three.

          That's a good number

          I really wish you'd stop just–showing up like this.

          I never leave.

          Then go away.

          I live here.

          I know you'd like to think that, but–



          Okay, I'm going to tell you something but I need you to remain calm.

          What time is it?

          I don't care

          Are we gonna make a movie?

          Depends; is it gonna make me money.

          FINE.

          I don't need anymore information about anything else: only these three.

          Are you serious?

          I wish I wasn't.

          I need you to do this.

          Look, Timmy–I'm not really into grantng wishes anymore. It always blows back on me.



          A blowjob.

          Uh huh.

          That's why you're bothering me.

          I–would rather you just pick up the call.

          Take a message.

          I like ‘em like this.

          I like ‘em like that.

          I like ‘em like this.

          –and I like ‘em like that.

          And I like ‘em like this.

          –and I like ‘em like that.

          Mmm like that.

          Like that.

          I like ‘em like this.

          I like ‘em like that.

          I like ‘em like this.

          –and I like ‘em like that.

          And I like ‘em like this.

          –and I like ‘em like that.

          Mmm like this

          Like that.

          Like —

          _____

          The urge to eat had suddenly left me

          I wanted a burrito,

          (But I want to eat red meat)

          I've gotta stop thinking in sequences and parentheses

          Complex lines, and writing in past tense so presently.

          I probably should eat

          (But probably shouldn't…)

          I'm starting to bleed;

          As if i'd been fasting

          Perhaps, though I had been

          But had so indulgently feasted

          On calories enough to last me

          Till after today

          (or even till next week)

          PAY ATTENTION.

          Woah, to WHAT.

          Holy shit, I knew this dude was a psychopath but.

          This is real.

          ARE YOU SEEING THIS.

          I “see” it.

          I should stop meditating in public.

          You see this? I know everything about you.

          Why?

          I bought it on the internet.

          What is it.

          Metadata.

          That's…flattering.

          Yeah.

          Wake up.

          Why, where are we going?

          Atlanta.

          What's in Atlanta?

          You see this?

          Yes.

          Do you know what it is?

          Uh, it's a–

          What is it?

          It's a doll.

          It's not a doll.

          Oh, it's not.

          Gimmie a dollar.

          -_-

          It's a poppit.

          “Dr pimple popper”

          Ew that's fucking gross.

          I hate this.

          Let me see.

          Does s/he have backne?

          Yes/No.

          Great, i'll take it.

          Fuckit.

          Okay, I got to “whatever”.

          You went too far.

          What? I thought I was supposed to go past “fuckit”

          Yeah, you go past fuckit,

          I did that!

          But if you get to “whatever”, you've gone too far.

          You've gotta go back.

          Back to WHAT. There was almost no space between “fuckit” and “whatever”

          Oh trust me. There is.

          So?

          This is how he's been controlling you.

          And?

          And!?

          Has it ever occurred to you that I want to be controlled?

          What!

          That it just takes the right person to get that kind of permission–

          permission to what

          Permission to ride.

          …

          Maybe I gave him the reigns.

          What horse “gives” its rider the reigns.

          Who said anything about a horse?!

          Another Horse Mix.

          Nice.

          fuck .

          FYCK.

          I told you.

          You know what…
          Maybe that's my poppit.

          What.

          Maybe.

          I'm so confused.

          Oh, good–the reversal spell worked.

          You did a reversal spell on me?

          Only after I found out what spell you put on ME–FIRST.

          Yeah, except I wasn't the first one to use that spell on you.

          EXACTLY. COPY-CAT.

          Moo.

          Aww.

          I'm a cat.

          …

          *face*

          I mean “meow”

          That's right. Cat.

          …moo.

          *face*

          Lookie here boys:

          What is it?

          –I'm leaving.

          Oh, you're gonna wanna hear this.

          What.

          I found the first “whites only” water fountain since 1962.

          Okay, what do you want?

          A deal.

          Oh, I'll give you a deal.

          Cash up front.

          [He presents a one dollar bill]

          Is this enough.

          [beat]

          Where are you going with this?

          Nowhere, fast.

          YO.

          What now, dude.

          SHE'S ONTO US.

          I doubt that.

          Look at this.

          I highly doubt–

          *gaaassp* Shenanigans!

          You know what I like about you, Ariana?

          Everything.

          Hah.

          Hm.

          You know how to keep a secret.

          I don't know what you're talking about.

          Exactly.

          *rolls eyes, flips hair.*

          Well, here's another one for you.

          –Another what?

          This is how my darkness becomes your darkness.

          I already have enough on my own.

          I know.

          You don't know. Only God knows.

          MOM!

          Don't ask me again.



          This is heavy, Doc.

          What is it?

          The soup! It's too heavy.

          Too much cream?

          Way too much! I have a meeting!

          Meeting with who?

          The Hollywood People.

          When?

          Soon–what time is it?

          I don't know.

          Dammit! Why don't you have any clocks in your house?

          I only just recently remembered what a clock was.

          Oh!

          Here.

          [God produces a small pocket watch and presents it to him; it's nearly noon on EARTH; But the two are sharing a meal of course in the famed kitchen of the Creator in the TImeless VOID.]

          Ah, Jesus Christ!

          He's not here…

          I'm gonna be late.

          Now, now; You know I wouldn't let that happen–

          [a smug look|

          Hugs and Kisses.

          [As they embrace, he disappears into a mist of light and stardust, fading away from the void and into the exterior world; he realizes God has slipped him the watch; he flips it open to reveal the time: it is now 11:44]

          Amazing.

          V.O.

          Now you won't wait so long to visit.

          [He places the wach in his pocket and walks into the studio]

          MICHAEL J. FOX has been asked to reprise his role as MARTY MCFLY many times before; But never for a project like this.

          ____

          Meanwhile,

          What am I going to do with you?



          [The Festival Project.™]



          YOU'RE DEAD TO ME!

          –I'm dead to everyone!

          Don't do this.

          You wanted to come to the other side.

          No, I didn't.

          We'll you're here anyway;

          Might as well stay awhile.

          With eyes like burning fire

          And saddles for the riders

          The horse begins to gallop

          (or the horses, rather)

          On the mark to beating drums

          To move them forward faster

          What the fuck is this.

          idk. Kx5.

          *-*

          !_!

          Here u go

          Wat is this.

          it's a dragon.

          Oh, thats nice.

          Ya.

          Whats it do.

          Idk. dragon things.

          ok.

          Don't put it in ur bathroom.

          Why.

          idrk.

          Hm.



          †

          Hey.

          Ugh–No, Kaskade, go away.

          It's me, Ryan!

          No, Get out!

          I'm No† Ka–k (gags) –skade!

          Gross!

          It's just Ryan! I promise!

          NO. GET OUT.

          Lmfao.

          Right.

          This show is fantastic.

          Who was that.

          Fucking–Kaskade again!

          Are you sure.

          Ugh.

          Looks like Ryan.

          Kaskade is Kaskade.

          {shrugs] Dudes a creep.

          “Kaskade Ruins Lives”

          Is this the same episode as before?

          Eventually, yes.

          Wasn't I doing something

          Are you goona let this go?

          Um.

          Well I'm fucked.

          Why, what happened.

          Obsidian.

          That should do

          Unsobsidian.

          Okay, i'm fucked,

          Well, what's this?

          An Oreo Cookie.

          I mean, sitting next to it.

          Oh, its a portal gun.



          Raves are not just raves–

          A party is not simply a “party”

          –These big festivals

          –they're diversions.

          –DIstractions.

          Distractions from what.

          If you were supposed to know,

          –you'd know.

          it wouldn't be so important that you go.

          Why is it?

          These ancient rituals…

          It's occult magic.

          They've got it down to a science.

          The government funds this.

          The government funds everything.

          WoooooooW.

          It's not really a secret, if you can google it.

          ‘-complications.'

          I'm lost somewhere, gone

          HIppopatamus

          feeling quite off in the galaxies,

          galavanting

          Gazing at Daisies

          Aces and spades

          Gone from Heaven to Hades for days

          On the A–

          Adjacent

          Recently dismantling adjectives,

          Lampshades and matching curtains

          God it hurts, every day that I think about you;

          But how can i be about you when

          You don't even see me, do you

          Signature consignments,

          Wrong environments and irony is,

          I wasn't invited–

          –but invented it

          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

          Great, now I have to explain myself.

          You don't have to.

          What's this space for?

          Oh, that's the red room.

          [The Red Room]

          Well, obviously, but–

          But what?

          What's it for?

          I don't think anybody should read this.

          HEY. Participation Only–

          Oh!

          No peeking!

          You ever feel like you're doing too much?

          Yeah, but not for money.

          Look, we have them surrounded. Our best course of action is to–

          deadmau5 .

          What? No–

          DEADMAU5.

          Well, are you sure it was a mouse and not a rat?

          It was a mouse. I know the difference.

          Do you, though?

          Look, I've lived in Mexico and New York City.

          So.

          In Queens.

          Oh.

          That's mathematically impossible.

          I mean it's not–impossible.

          No, it's not just impossible. It's mathematically impossible.

          Has it ever occurred to you that the DJ World in entirety exists outside of the realm of math and science?

          What is this.

          Just–enjoy the rave.

          No. What is this.

          Look at the firewoooorkkks! Woo EDC…


          NO. What is this right here.

          BEFORE:

          Hey, you still got that balloon?

          Yeah.

          Lemme see it.

          Dude, what are you doing?

          …I'mma go catch me a DJ.

          THIS IS NUTS.

          I can't feel my face.

          What do you call this?

          Collateral Damage.

          Look, I'm going to have to take frequent trips to the bathroom.

          ok .

          And–uhh–

          and.

          Uhh–

          Why did you call me over here.

          Cause i can.

          Look. this is not magic. This is not science. This is not “voodoo”

          Voodoo is magic.

          It's just music.

          W H E R E D I D H E G O O O O O

          I don't know.

          Fuck dude, I fucked up.

          Once again–

          Of course you did.

          What did you do this time?

          I might have evaporated someone with my fat fucking bass.

          Nice.

          Way to go.

          Yeah.

          Wait.

          …

          Did you just say.

          HE JUST

          He deserted me.

          SO WAIT, YOU'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE?

          ALRIGHT, WHO THREW A ROCKSTAR IN MY TENT?

          JEFF

          Alright, lets go.

          WHO DID THIS.

          So what's this place.

          Lets not let this conversation resurface.

          This is a 21 Plus Event.

          What about VIP

          VIP is 25 Plus.

          What about that place.

          Sorry kids.

          [NO ENTRY]

          We gotta get in there.

          So then they wanted an Encore.

          Did you give them an encore?

          NO, i was already at my hotel room.

          Then how did you know that they wanted an encore?

          WHICH IS IT, THE WYNN, OR THE ENCORE.

          FUCK, I DON'T REMEMBER.

          Please, who stays at the Encore for EDC?

          Have you literally never been out with rich people?

          No, I literally just got rich.

          Oh, nice.

          So, wait, like–

          Here we go.

          Dillon Francis has just always been rich?

          Uh-huh.

          And Skrillex has always been rich?

          Yes. Definitely.

          And deadmau5.

          deadmau5 is Canadian.

          OH MY GOD.

          W E L C O M E

          I'm going to need your absolute discretion about this.

          Alright.

          Sign this waiver.

          …this is a…pretty heavy packet.

          I'll wait.

          I've never signed an NDA like that in my life.

          Lil' biiiiiiiiiiiiiitzzzz



          Can we just admit it's weird that we live in an era where “NDA” is household jargon.

          And like, everyone knows what it means.

          Everyone knows what an NDA is.



          I appreciate the sentiments

          Isn't it weird how it sets in automatically?

          Autopilot, go.

          Aww, i don't want to be Autopilot.

          You're on autopilot.

          I don't really have to think about it anymore,

          I'll have to sleep on it

          Wear a white t-shift,

          Hear the applause of the audience,

          Eat it

          You wanna know what I think?

          You want to know what I'm drinking?

          You know what I need?

          An Icee,

          (cause I see you typing)
          An awful Omnipotence

          A God of Mirages

          No more carbohydrates,

          I gotta get all thin;

          Forgot to acknowledge

          Whether or not i'm turning this off soon

          I are.

          I…”are”

          I are.

          Infinite Reality.

          OH. I. R.

          IR! IR!

          IRV

          I ARE.

          Suddenly,

          I remember the taste of talcum powder

          As If I were

          Moving backwards

          In time,

          Like,

          Why, God on earth would

          My mom let me

          try that,

          But if i'm honest,



          Fuck man, I hate deadmau5–

          There's just too much in here.

          Beep boop. I love deadmau5. It's so simple.

          What is this, MATH?!

          THIS IS AERODYNAMICS.

          WHAT THE FUCK ARE AERO DYNAMICS

          DId you mean what you said about that?

          I meant everything I said.

          Goddammit, fuck this, I was in the middle of a really complex poem

          In realtime, listening to deadmau5

          Having a partially out of body spiritual experience,

          Entirely fucking sober

          FACEPALM

          BLŪ

          8facepalming dramatically in frustration*

          NOBODY IS EVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN ANY OF THIS.

          beepboop.

          YO.

          Oh,

          I forgot my open form poetry,

          or my mom

          How my mom once

          allowed me to gnaw on talcum powder

          But who can blame her

          That was a hard one

          It was a past life

          And now ive

          Got

          Another

          One

          HOly shit what version of the cube is this.

          1D.

          What.

          You'll get it.

          Wait.

          Have you ever stopped for a minute to think–

          I can't stop for a minute, especially just to “think”

          [Literally stops for a minute to think.]

          No fucking way, uh-uh.

          Come on, man.

          No. I ain't time travelin' wit deadmau5.

          Come on–

          NO.

          –that someone else has already figured all of this out and that's how any of it is possible in the first place.

          Alright, i'm gonna need some mind-altering drugs for this.

          What are you doing.

          Voluntary Ego Death.

          I–

          Wait. Why would you.

          Get out of my brain.

          I am your brain.

          Take care, now.

          Holy shit, it seems like she's getting more evil.

          That's because she's definitely more evil

          ALRIGHT, I'M TIRED OF THIS:
          WHERE IN THE FUCK IS SKRILLEX.

          MEANWHILE

          INT. IN THE FUCK. DAY.

          *rings doorbell*

          AT YOUR MOM'S HOUSE.

          WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME.

          I'm not joking, that's…literally the answer to your question.

          Oh.

          Fuck.

          What dude.

          We gotta go back. I left the keys in the pocket of the guy I shapeshifted into.

          Are you serious?

          It's fine, he can't have gone too far, dude.

          What do you mean he “left the dimension”

          He entered a portal.

          He– wait, excuse me.

          A portal.

          A “portal”, dude?

          Yeah; a portal.

          What do you mean “a portal”

          A portal, like— you know, like a portal gun, but not a portal gun, just a portal.

          Uh huh.

          Excuse us for a second.

          What the fuck is this dude talking about?

          I don't know, man.

          Humans don't use portals!

          I know man.

          What the fuck!

          Well, wait—how do we know that guy is human.

          He looks human.

          Yeah dude but, we look human.

          Duh! Cause we shifted!

          Yeah, but, how do we know he's not a shifter.

          Because, dude, I know a shifter when I see one.

          Yeah, but—you know, what if he's really good.

          I highly doubt that.

          Why?

          Cause I'm the best.

          No, I am.

          Exactly, so we'd know if it was another shifter–cause we're the best shifters!

          Well, let's at least try to see if he knows anything else about those guys. They were together right?

          I hope not.

          No, not like that—like

          Okay, okay, whatever, let's just…

          Wait, where'd he go?

          Excuse me.

          What up.

          There was just another guy over here just now—

          He was like—you know—normal looking guy

          Tie die* shirt

          Yeah.

          Did you see him.

          Yeah, I saw him.

          Alright, cool, where'd he go?

          He left.

          What?!

          That was fast!

          Yeah, well…it happens.

          Are you sure?

          Yes.

          *actually is shifter*

          [as they walk away, the shifter shifts, and then vanishes into a random portal.]

          Awww, dammit,

          Now we're never gonna find this guy.

          Never say never.

          Whatever, we're dead.

          We're always dead.

          Yeah, but like in modern human slang terms

          Oh, yeah, that.

          Anyways, I gotta relieve this human's bladder. I fucking hate this species for this.

          It is useless.

          *enters portal potty*

          [

          Wait, whatever actually did happen to Dillon Francis?

          That's great, I was just getting to that.

          19 Pages. Nice.

          …no, 12.

          What.

          [11:12]

          Okay, I'm gonna kill him.

          Oh, I banished him.

          With my fists.

          Nice. Tits.

          Nice tits.

          Thx.

          Hey man.

          Hey what.

          Remember that smudge on the lens.

          Yeah.

          It just got bigger.

          … did you try vinegar instead of Windex.

          Yes.

          –IT'S NOT A SMUDGE.

          Did you try Windex with Vinegar.

          –IT'S NOT A–

          Shut up.

          I'm. So. Hungry.

          Look, do you want this, or not?

          Do you feel like any of this is a coincidence?

          Just quit, it. Dillon Francis.

          WHERE IS IT?

          I don't know.

          Lets kick this up a notch.

          ILLUMINATI

          What do you want?

          …

          I want the full package.

          ILLUMINATI

          Okay, I'm gonna need specifics.

          How do you even get a job as a courier for the illuminati?

          [INDEED.COM | ILLUMINATI - COURIER- URGENTLY HIRING]

          Hm.

          It was a pretty specific list.

          I don't even get the point of a barbeque if everyone is vegan

          Well, The Mayor eats fish.

          Oh please, where is THAT guy the Mayor of?

          I don't know. We meet in the Matrix.

          This is for you.

          Oh.

          Do you like it?

          I–

          It's not a brothel! It's Member's Only!

          YOu BUY a Membership.

          Yeah. And WOMEN.

          HEy, MAN, YOU CAN BUY DUDES, TOO.

          SHHH.
          Oh no.

          What.

          What did you do?

          I gave her my credit card.

          The Heavy One?

          Yes, and–

          “AND”

          –access to the black market.

          Cool, I got it.

          Oh, another auction.

          Of course another auction.

          What'd you buy this time?

          A lifesize deadmau5 bobblehead.

          What are you gonna do with that?

          Wouldn't you like to know.

          Ok, gross.

          LIL BIIIIIIIITXXXX

          I love a good deamau5 show. He really does have the best fans,

          It's a comfortable, safe space.

          Very inviting.

          Everyone is happy.

          What the fuck, dude, this place is a sausage fest.

          Yeah, that's deadmau5 for ya.

          Hey, I'm looking for this shithead.

          Oh, that dude?

          Yeah, have you seen him?

          Fuck, I wish this never happened.

          LIL BIIIIITz

          If you don't know who deadmau6* is–

          GET OUT.

          Jk. but seriously this is easily the most devastating person i've ever seen.

          Maybe just to me, but.

          Are you sure that's the right guy?

          Yeah, that's gotta be him.

          Is he wearing glasses?

          Ugh.

          Oh wait.

          Damn.

          ‘Fuck, it is my sapiosexuality, I think'

          Even if it was perhaps an error, as I might have more than needed a new pair of glasses myself, just the thought of Joel in a pair of specables was suddenly and immediately the equivalent of Dillon Francis sitting down at a piano, or Sonny doing just about literally anything–and I realized, finally, that the most indecent things about myself were quite possibly only happening inside my own mind–

          Okay, my body does really weird things to this dude's music.

          Are you sure this is real?

          No.

          I love this.

          Just shut up and do your job.

          What a nightmare.

          PLease HElP ME.

          Hm. That can't be right.

          What.

          This translates to

          H E L P M E

          Oh, shit, I gotta go.

          Shouldn't you be working right now?

          I'm always working.

          Shouldn't you be working right now?

          I'm at work.

          Well, that was nice and all, but–I gotta get out of here.

          Where are you going?

          To shoot myself.

          Wow, that's one hell of a smile.

          Just–take it.

          I'm sorry, i can't accept this.

          What is even happening in this series?

          Like, a lot

          WOULD YOU KIDS SETTLE DOWN.

          *not settling down*

          *lil biiiiiiiitz*

          You know what I wonder?

          I wonder this

          I'm sober.

          I'm just sober sally over here.

          I didn't get sober.

          I just am.

          Cause i'd rather face the pain of this harsh reality with a bite

          than to dull it out and then wake up in the morning

          Or–just–whenever–

          To wake up whenever and be like

          “OH NO, THIS IS WHAT IT'S REALLY LIKE”

          And the shock of it is so horrible that I just have to repeat that cycle again.

          ‘OH NOOOOOO”

          *gets faded*

          “It's all goooooood”

          No, it isn't.

          But i choose to stay like that cause it's like a

          It's not even a happy medium,

          It's more like a

          median-medium

          But you know what?

          It makes happier moments more happy

          And shitter moments less shitty

          Because i don't have this like drastic spacial

          Augmented reality or like smoke screen of emotional apathy.

          I get to feel things way more intensely.

          I don't have to wonder, ever

          “oh , did that just happen, cause I was messed up”

          Or like

          “would it have happened this way if I was sober”

          At all.

          I'm just level–

          No false sense of

          Pretty much anything.

          But i do wonder, though–

          Like, for people who weren't always sober, and then

          GOT sober–

          like , what's the breaking point

          What's the tip?

          I always have to sit back and wonder

          “What did you DO?”

          Cause you know it had to be something if suddenly

          “I don't drink anymore”

          I always wonder, and it's like–

          no disrespect or anything thing but…

          I really wanna hear that story.

          lol .

          I know you don't wanna tell it

          (if you can)

          But wanna hear it.

          Cause from my point of view.

          IT's probably hilarious.

          I know. I'm a dick.

          Holy shit. What is that.

          Looks like pasquale went all out with the fireworks this year.

          …is that a penis?

          WELCOME HOME

          It's a giant dick- in-the-sky!

          GOD IS REAL!

          JESUS

          Look, so i've been having second thoughts about this whole thing.

          What the fuck man. You gotta stop doing shit like this.

          JESUS

          I literally can't.

          I know, but.

          Okay, look. I'm not writing any of that.

          You've gotta tell him.

          NO, RYAN.

          WELL, WHY NOT.

          BECAUSE, RYAN.

          WHY.

          DEADMAU5 ISN'T REAL.

          Damn, am I in here.

          Nice.

          Of course I am.

          Well, how'd that happen.

          This is like a sea of cellphones.

          Perfect.

          It was a red car;
          I wasn't all there,

          And if you want her,

          You can have her

          Fuck.

          What.

          I forgot the rest of the verse.

          It's ok. We gotta move on.

          No, I gotta go back.

          For what.

          For my fans.

          Aw. What's this.

          IT's a ceramic mug.

          Wow, that's nice.

          I made it

          Wait. You made that?!

          Yeah.

          With your hands?!

          Yeah.

          Why would you do that?

          For you.

          What.

          I made it for you?

          Like, you thought of me first, then you made it?

          Yeah.

          WHY?

          Cause i love you!

          WOW.

          Fans are awesome

          OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

          *Sometimes.

          *vomits*

          …

          *dies*

          …

          *godlessness*

          [Devastating DJ Moments]

          I don't get it dawg, all this shit is in your music particles?!

          “Music particles”

          UGH.

          what .

          That's it. Don't be smart around me.

          Uh. I'm not smart?

          No, that won't work; sarcasm is a sign of deeper intelligence.

          “Sorry”

          Stop saying that. This is America.

          S–

          Don't say it again. Apology not accepted.

          Don't look at me like that.

          Like what.

          With your face.

          *face*

          Quick: Say something stupid and random.

          …I like anime.

          Oh good, that worked. Thanks.

          Where are you going?

          Idk somewhere else.

          Really, that's it?

          Yeah.

          That's all you have to say/

          That's literally it.

          Are you seeing this.

          Yes.

          So what's the problem.

          Oh no, she's stuck in a loop.

          Throw the whole fan away.

          [DELETE]

          Did it work.

          Did what work.

          Oh, good. Cool.

          Wait.

          See ya later.

          Did what work?

          I wish i could just forget about this.

          Everything?

          Yeah.

          Look, this is between me and God–okay?

          GOD

          Don't drag me into this.

          You dragged ME into this!

          GOD

          Right. So i could get OUT; So don't drag me back in.

          Fuck, I remember this. I must have done something important here.

          Like what.

          Look, I love you.

          Great, now what do we do?

          Bury the body, I guess.

          *shrugs*

          Wait, what happened?

          Somebody dies.

          OKay, me first.

          Other Three:

          Who wants to go next.

          *still in shock*

          Fuck man, told you this was a long ass story.



          *Crying* I'm ruined.

          What! You went broke?

          No, i'm still a filthy rich millionaire.

          I thought you were a billionaire.

          I am I just *snifs* sometimes I forget that happened.

          “Sometimes I forget I'm a billionaire”



          I got to admit, man, I did it to myself.

          I'm not mad, or anything, but now there's just–certain things I can't do

          Oh, like what.

          Not that song.

          What, why not?

          You said “anything but Skrillex” this is not Skrillex, this is deadmau5.

          What's the difference?

          Okay, that's like saying “What's the difference between deadmau5' and my music?”

          No, it isn't.

          How is that not different?

          That's like comparing the music of Bach and Beethoven to the music of a tattooed hedgehog.

          You think I look like a hedgehog.

          No, it's just when I see you and a hedgehog I have all the same thoughts, turn this off.

          NO, i like this song.

          Seriously, Dillon Francis, turn it off.

          I'm gonna turn it up instead.

          I do not highly recommend doing that. Or at all. This ship has amazing subs.

          Should I bass boost this song.

          NO, PROBABLY NOT.

          Oh, why not?

          Dillon Francis, I'm warning you, stop.

          OH HOW COME

          BECAUSE

          WHY? BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE A HEDEHOG

          NO, BECAUSE I ALWAYS FALL ASLEEP AT THIS

          *DROP*

          [INSTANTLY FALLS ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL–ACTIVATES HYPERSPACE–

          PLUMMETS SHIP INTO BLACK –

          HOLE.

          ohhhhh .

          What a hoe.




          Nice, that's a whole episode.

          Well, here's a bonus scene or whatever.

          Shazam, what is this.

          SHAZAM

          …i don't know.

          What do you mean you don't know.

          SHAZAM

          *panicing*

          IDONNO

          WHAT DO YOU MEAN–

          SHAZAM

          IDON. NO.

          OOOOOOOOOOOO

          Is this deadmau5.

          I'm not sure.

          Sounds like deadmau5.

          It sure does.

          This is pretty

          Ooh. it sparkles.

          yeah , it's deadmau5.

          How does she KNOW.

          I need a deadmau5 machine like right now.

          I know where to find that.

          Fuck dude, everything's gonna be half-ass until I push out this album.

          You can't rush it.

          Trust the process.

          I can't focus.

          Oh shit, wasn't this in the last episode?

          Yeah. I'm still writing backwards.

          God, what is that, like a pipe organ.

          WHAT SYNTH IS THIS.

          Doesn't matter, I just need one.

          That's it. I know what I'm going to spend my Jimmy Fallons On.

          And What's that?

          V.O.

          OOh. Are we Montaging–to deadmau5?

          [MONTAGE: deadmau5]

          Nice.

          I love a good montage.

          I love deadmau45*

          AHH OH NO.

          I love deadmau5.



          I keep making typos and I keep forgetting to delete that parallel where.

          fuckit.

          That's the synth I've always wanted.

          It's on sale for $999 At Sam Ash

          But…you only have Five JImmy Fallons.

          There are only five special edition in this Volume

          The Jimmy Fallon 555's

          I don't know how many volumes there are, but this is the Volume I started keeping track.

          Fuck, man. I miss Equinox.

          It's just Eucalyptus.

          They also have an outdoor running track where you get the best ever view of midtown manhattan.

          How do you know it's the best ever view of Midtown manhattan.

          Because it's on a running track.

          STOP WHISTLING IN MY WHOOP=WHOOPS.

          The JImmy Fallon 555s are marked with the standard Jimmy Fallon in black ink

          With a simple side marker of the number 555 in red

          And also in red,

          a telephone number on the back.

          But–that synthesizer is One Thousand Jimmy Fallons.

          Yeah. So I only need Nine Hundred Ninety Five More.

          And of course, the Eye of Providence is highlighted.

          Also Standard.

          V.O.

          I always highlight that.

          Cause, you know…

          “Illuminati”



          These are fake.

          No they're not!

          They're counterfeit, sorry.

          No they're not!

          They're authentic!

          Why the fuck does this matter so much?

          You know. What is it with this dude.

          If it was a snake, it would've bit ya.

          It was a snake. And it did bite me.

          He's so increasingly beautiful to me,

          And I'm still in love with his friend,

          or misrepresented masterpiece,

          Progression of a monster,

          or procession of a superstar, but

          Something in the story sparks the thought of

          All we are is consciousness, of course

          Awkward in body, but of constellations

          Cosmos, It's not just a corpse;

          It's all got love in it,

          Absurd, and sipping carbonated syrup, but

          I'm just sitting in my stirrups,

          Here comes galloping a horse,

          Of course, it hurts to turn it off

          For just a moment

          And remember

          That i'm just a homeless,

          Stuck and sitting up at night

          Writing recourse, hugging learning curves in ableton,

          Curving curses, been reminded that I'm worthless

          In a thousand words or less,

          Or just another form of torture,

          Nothing said, but all that's done

          Another day another dollar,

          But it's not

          It's Jimmy Fallon.

          I thought this was enter the multiverse.

          Are you ready to go.

          No.

          A hand on my shoulder

          So paifully socially awkward,

          I grow stretchmarks, don't know what to call them

          But scars,

          But the uglier ones,

          I've thought

          Are invisible,

          Somewhat–

          To the naked eye

          Or just anyone

          Not tiger stripes

          But one, an eye of horus

          Carved above my right

          And inside my lip,

          (The bottom one)

          A raised scar in the shape of a sythe

          I probably died by the hands of a man named Starr

          So it's hard to shrug it off,

          And 555 is just a number

          But it's not

          It's another scar,

          It's a punishment

          For loving him.

          What's on the back.

          It's…a number.

          What number?

          A telephone number.

          What.

          Like a 1-800 Number

          Call it.

          I love deadmau5.

          Something about a big, giant smiling robotic mouse that lights up and sparkles.

          Why?

          I don't know. I'm like 5.

          I see deadmau5 i'm like

          “WHEEEEEEE”

          My hands go up in the air

          “AHHHHHH! YAYYYYY”

          I'm so stupid.

          It's so stupid.

          But you know what?

          It makes me feel good.

          I'm not gonna lie.

          I love it.

          And by the time I even figured out what deadmau5 was I was so late to the party that I had to make up for lost time.

          I listened to deadmau5 doing EvErYThING.

          Everything you could possibly imagine.

          Well–Except one.

          Wait, how long have you been cellibate?

          Forever, probably.

          Fuck, what happened in here?

          I don't know.

          Everything's broken.

          My head

          My heart.

          Everything.

          Get up, Dillon Francis.

          Fuck, what happened.

          You sent us through a black hole. And we crashed on a random ass planet.

          Fuck, that sucks.

          YOu suck, Dillon Francis.

          Ugh.

          Now get up. Everything's fucked up.

          SUPERSTAR DJ

          I'm a paradox.

          I've got a box of skeletons in my closet i'm not ready to part with.

          I had a heart attack;

          I had a heart once,

          But lately it goes in my pocket;

          Or my right hand,

          When I wake up

          From a dream land,

          From a long hug

          From a nice man

          In a t-shirt

          KASKADE

          This is God's PLAN.

          RYAN, GET FUCKED.

          800-799-7233

          Did you call the number.

          Yeah.

          What is it.

          [National Domestic Violence Hotline]

          Woah.

          That was a long bonus scene.

          Well, Now here's a PSA.

          AND A PSA?

          YES. A PSA.

          You know what the fucked up thing about all this is,

          The Legend of Supacree is a true story.

          All of it.

          ALL OF IT?!

          ALL OF IT!?



          YES.

          Even the part about–

          YES.

          Especially that part.

          Woah.

          Damn.

          I think i'm gonna be sick.

          Shut up, Dillon Francis.

          No, but seriously–

          This is the story of how I got my heart broken so bad.

          YOU RUINED IT.

          So, so bad–

          I HATE YOU.

          That i started singing about it.

          NSA, totally *not spying*

          …are you hearing this.

          Yes.

          ILLUMINATI

          Check this out.

          Another one down.

          And how when you start making music–

          What is this.

          it's hoe math.

          And that music actually comes from a really real place.

          WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING.

          really real shit starts happening.

          You–killed yourself.

          well , to be fair–I lost everything first.

          Congratulations.

          Thx.

          Here's a skrillex.

          WHT.

          Kbye.

          Really, really, really.

          What, the fuck Dillon Francis, crawled inside of you to live and made it'self at home?

          Idon'tknow.

          What is in this sauce?

          Just–kill him.

          What, i can't just.

          Just kill him, while nobody is watching.

          Please don't kill me.

          Shut up, man. I'm having a thought process.

          Okay, that's it. FUCK DILLON FRANCIS.

          That's the spirit.

          THAT IS THE SPIRIT. IT'S THE HOLY SPIRIT.

          Who the fuck is this.

          It's–Jesus Christ.

          Jesus Christ?

          Jesus Christ?!

          JESUS CHRIST

          i'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKER.

          Wait, are you claiming that the second coming of the messiah is upon us?!

          YES.

          Well,Technically, it's the third.

          And it's all because of Dillon Francis?!

          I

          Please stop this

          HATE

          Help

          YOU.

          Fuck, dude.

          I know, huh.

          What did he DO.




          The third?!

          How did we miss that?!

          Uh, you didn't.

          [HITLER, being HITLER]

          (he was mad)

          Okay, that's it.

          You can't write any of this.

          Uh, I can.

          I just did.

          Technically, I'm dead: this is just a voiceover

          It's an 80's style PSA

          You can't say Hitler was the messiah.

          That's offensive.

          Everything is offensive.

          FUCK YOU DILLON.

          I'msosorry

          NOTYETYOU'RENOT.

          Wait, whatever happened to Skrillex.

          SKRILLEX is waiting outside of the alleged home of SUPACREE's “distant relatives”

          Lol is he for real at her mom's house.

          well , to be fair, he's like–looked everywhere else.

          Ur right. That was a lot of dimensions.

          So. like.

          Fuck, i didn't even have that much coffee.

          It just goes on forever.




          [DILLON FRANCIS STILL HAS HOTSAUCE IN HIS PUDGY LITTLE EYES]

          Good. Cause if I see the pupils, i'm wasting him.

          You think you can do better than this.

          Better than this?

          Yes.

          Yes.

          Then do it.

          Alright, is the PSA over?

          No, not yet. I gotta say one more thing.

          What is it?

          Would you ever have done it,

          Or would you ever be honest

          If you had,

          Handed her a lesson,

          Or a stretch of the past

          From the present moment,

          My heart, and my mind

          And my lover

          I present you this honor

          From now on

          to nowhere

          I no longer…

          Want to be near you

          Or to know you

          Or to hear you

          Or to fear you

          No longer…

          Want to feel you

          Or to touch you

          Or to have you

          Or to hold you

          Or to love you

          No longer,

          I no longer want you

          Devastating,

          A song stuck in my head for a whole world

          I wonder how long it would take to go back there

          A room full of actors,

          A manager,

          Never a backpack to wear

          Just a handful of hats,

          One director,

          Eventually producer

          Just now a showrunner

          Look at how long that took.

          I had to wonder what auroras in the north thought of someone like Sonny.

          They showed me.

          Now I can love you no longer

          So much for getting acquainted

          Funny what age equates to in ageless

          An infinite wisdom,

          I dismissed him,

          Nor, would I believe that he ever would hit her, but

          Some might belong in such a category

          Though i carry the marks and the scars

          Of what my once- husband did to me

          –but no longer.

          I haven't a heart in the world left

          But a broken one, made of amethyst.

          Fuck off, Dillon Francis.

          A calculated attack on my psyche.

          I like it a lot,

          But i'm fonder of sodom.

          WHAT. Are you saying you woul actually participate in an orgy!


          Oh GOD no!

          Oh, Good, cause–

          But i'd host one.

          WHAT.

          The hedonists are a fun bunch.

          Oh my God.

          Though, Nowadays, of course, I haven't the slightest idea what to call them.

          I saw the future.

          Well, obviously, if you've headlined EDC you've seen the future.

          I remember all of it.

          That must be awful.

          Why don't you remember it?

          Because i don't want to.

          Not at all.

          I did once.

          Then what happened?

          I hated it so much, i forgot.

          You forgot on purpose.

          I had to.

          Love, or Music.

          …Music.

          Love, or Fame.

          Fame.

          Okay, ouch.

          Love, or Music?

          …Love.

          Okay. Love, or Fame.

          Love.

          Okay.

          Love, or music?

          … Isn't that the same thing?

          Hm.

          Love, or Fame?

          ….Why do you keep asking me the same question.

          I beg your pardon?

          Why beg?

          I mean–

          What do you mean?

          What do you mean?

          Well, first you asked me,

          If would rather have

          Love or Music.

          Love.

          Music.

          Yes.

          In my mind, those are synonyms.

          Neither can really exist without the other.

          Okay, and Fame.

          Love and Fame are also synonyms–

          How so?



          Ugh, I just made this difficult on myself.

          It was always difficult.

          It really wasn't.



          {Enter The Multiverse}



          [The Festival Project.™]



          COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

          ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©



          -U.

          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

          Yo

          My horizontal monster wants ya

          Could revert to vert, but lets keep

          Our options open

          Covert,




          __

          My heart is broken

          No window open

          Who left the draft in

          –motherfucker

          My heart is broken

          I need a lover

          I need a lover

          Some one to hug me

          I need a hug, but

          And–

          I'm not fit to touch

          The hem of your garment

          The tip of your dick

          or fit enough to be your girlfriend

          I guess i'll just have to live with that

          When I have an itch,

          I scratch it myself

          I made the assumption you can't,

          And moved passed it

          But something's been calling me out, from the past

          Something's been calling me back to the magic

          I can't get around that

          Do you hate me?

          I can see that

          I'll just make my way back to the beginning

          Though I'm envious

          And i pity her,

          The both of you really

          There's nothing left between us except

          Insanity//Infinity



          Kendrick Style Flow



          Don't key my car:

          You'll be callin collect!

          I got rearview mirrors in the back of my head

          Don't get up right now, son–

          Go back to bed

          I got kids all over,

          be pulling my leg!

          Luke, I am your Father!

          Oh My

          Oh My God

          On top of the Watchlist

          You make money off dope;

          I made it on craigslist

          Still be sniffin that coke

          But now i'm on A list

          I'm the greatest

          Ey Miss!

          I missed too many calls

          (Airplane Mode)

          I just started my day

          (Whole Workload)

          I might need a buffet

          (Like Whole Foods)

          Sashe, Pas De Bourre

          (That's a code word)

          No dance floor?
          Now you're done for

          My forte

          Four-to-the-floor

          Hardcore

          I drop bass on the encore

          Front row won't go

          But i'm already out the front door

          You don't know

          I just hopped inside the helicopter,

          or chopper, chopped broccoli in my cup

          That's supper;

          Sleep/ Wake then

          Surf's up

          In the morning

          When i got there

          (Coastal show,

          Shower,

          Then another club

          Encore

          Front row lined up

          I'm already at the front door

          They want more

          I'm too sore, for sure

          Off subject,

          I dropped in

          Harder than Paulie

          On my surfboard

          (Another code word)

          This is my world:

          Another club,

          Then I'm off for a monday

          Or somethin'

          Write another song

          At the buffet

          –Tales of a Superstar DJ

          Amen.

          Fuck! I didn't even get to watch desperate housewives!

          Don't fuck with her! She's a trained assassin!

          GET ON THE GROUND.

          NO!

          GET ON THE GROUND– OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!

          SO?

          IF I SHOOT YOU, YOU WILL DIE.

          OK?

          “OK”? YOU WILL DIE.

          YEAH, AND?

          Kind of frustrating hunting down somebody who already has a deathwish.

          What do you do with someone who has no fear of death.

          Give them life.

          I'm telling you, we probably shouldn't be doing this.

          *shrugs*

          You split yourselves into two entirely separate individuals at once, just so you could see whose dick is longer?

          Technically, three entirely separate individuals.

          THIS ISN'T FAIR.

          Do you ever think?

          Sometimes, but it's usually pretty gross.

          I mean about the implications of these things!

          You are the implications of these things! I split my soul ONE time into 8 BILLION or so individuals, before this even had happened.

          WOAH, WHAT HAPPENED.

          I'm giving you planetary confinement.

          What.

          You–can stay here. On this planet.

          No.

          It's racist–and primitive.

          No–

          And you're black.

          Please–

          I'm leaving.

          –don't–

          –and i'm taking your portal gun with me.

          YOU PUT A PORTAL ON MY FACE?!

          Genius.

          Incredible.

          I didn't think it would be a big deal.

          He has two!

          Okay, time for work.

          But i didn't even sl–

          Coffee.

          Ouh.

          …

          …

          —

          I don't think we should be doing this

          TIA

          We probably shouldn't.

          TAMERA

          We very much shouldn't.

          What are you guys doing.

          Nothing.

          SHh.

          Summoning the devil.

          It's not the devil.

          It might be.

          Hush.

          Is that a pentagram.

          Technically it's a star, with a circle around it.

          That's a pentagram.

          It's not a pentagram!

          Is that a ouiji board?

          NO.

          Yes.

          Let me see.

          Ugh!

          I wanna help.

          MEANWHILE.

          MORGAN FREEMAN enters an empty train car:

          Oh God, This.

          Yes it is!

          What!? Are you dead!

          Entirely empty, that is–besides SUPACREE.

          No, you are!

          Great, so you're dead!

          I'm–not dead.

          Is Bob Saget with you?

          I'm not DEAD.

          What about Fraiser?

          What?

          Kelsey Grammer!

          God rest his soul.

          SEE!

          I'm not dead–

          [beat, an eerie shadowy silence in the dimly lit traincar]

          I'm a Legend.

          What.

          I wrote that/

          You wrote that.

          What.

          Ugh. Look. Morgan Freeman.

          [Morgan Freeman]

          I–am–like a paranoid schizophrenic, or something–

          So, who isn't?!

          It might be catatonic, I don't know–I got this whole dead-hand–thing–going on.

          What is that?

          I don't know. It might just be too much deadmau5.

          I don't understand.

          No, Morgan Freeman. I don't understand. Anything about this life. Or this world.

          The fourth dimension.

          I definitely don't know anything about that.

          You're in it.

          Whatever. Look.

          [Morgan Freeman]

          God, you have so many freckles.

          [Morgan Freeman]

          Look. I got problems.

          We all do!

          Nah, not like–Hollywood problems, I'm like, a real psycho and shit.

          Sounds like Hollywood.

          Everything sounds like Hollywood–because nothing is real anymore–everything is for the gram, the points don't matter–nothing actyally matters. At all.

          Oh?

          Oh.

          The train comes to a sudden halt, the lights dim theatrically.

          Not even this?

          [pause]

          He holds out a strange object; a golden necklace, which begins to change in appearance–morphing between a medallion, as seen throughout the seasons, and into other integral objects from throughout the series; a small golden pinata;

          You know who gave it to me?

          …Who?

          Got ya.

          He holds out a strange object; a golden necklace, which begins to change in appearance–morphing between a medallion, as seen throughout the seasons, and into other integral objects from throughout the series; a small golde pinata ;

          Fuck dude, i'm too tired to write this.

          But you kind of have to.

          I mean i don't have to.

          YOU HAVE TO.

          I–WHAT?

          YOU HAVE TO DO IT.

          WHY.

          BECAUSE OTHERWISE I DON'T EVEN EXIST;

          Then don't exist…

          I'M JUST A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR SHOW.

          Come on Drew, knock it off.

          Wait, is this Drew Carey, or Barrymore.

          Either or. That's why I didn't write the characters name.

          Well, which is it?

          It literally doesn't matter.

          Yes it does.

          Honestly?! It could be both! We just shoot it with both and keep whichever one we like better!

          But how do we know which is actually “better?”

          Just do it and mix it–cut it up together or something–I don't know! Cut takes! Cut Takes!

          Ooh, did someone say CUPCAKES.

          Don't mind if i DO.

          Well, I do!

          Why?! What's wrong?!

          Yeah! What's the big deal!

          I'm on a gluten free-thing

          Oh yeah?

          Keto. Or someshit. I don't know.

          Oh.

          Oh.

          So you don't want these

          No, I don't.

          And you wouldn't mind if I–

          Come on, man.

          So Good.

          Grow up.

          Hey man, i'm pushin 40.

          Well, I pushed 40–and it pushed back. Get your cupcakes out of my face.

          You're no fun.

          Hey! Aren't you that one guy from rick and morty.

          Formerly.

          Oh yeah! That's right! You were Rick AND Morty.

          Hence the name.

          Wow.

          Phewf. I heard about that.

          Yeah, me too.

          Sounds real bad, how that turned out.

          Such a shame.

          Speaking of shame–

          You're speaking, I'm snacking.

          That's not that clever.

          We'll work on it The point is, he's eating the cupcakes.

          That's not–wait a minute–hold on.

          What now?

          How are we ever gonna get these three guys in a room together.

          [Meanwhile, in another dimension–these three are tied up (read: bound and gagged) in a room together.

          –Let alone to agree to this!?

          SUPACREE removes the gag from the man's [JOSH PECK'S] mouth.

          I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS.

          That's what she said!

          Hey! That's not fair! I was never caught up in a scandal!

          The key word, I believe, is “never caught”

          That's two words!

          SHUTTHEFUCKUP. How many words is that?

          I WANT MY LAWYER!!!!

          For what? This isn't court. Wouldn't you want the police first?

          WELL THEN, I WANT THE POLICE.

          The Police are here.

          Wait, they are?

          Oh, thank God

          Not so fast.

          THE POLICE enter with full entourage.

          Introducing: The Police–playing their number one greatest smash hit!

          Groupies: Woooo!

          STING

          I hope you ladies bought the meet-and-greet package, if you know what I mean. *winks awkwardly* You know what I mean.

          Oh my God.

          Since you dudes love doing creepy dude shit, I brought some more notoriously creepy dudes to sing the literally creepiest song ever written about being a creepy dude.

          That's not fair.

          But it's funny.

          THE POLICE Begin to play ‘I'll be Watching You”

          –and they're gonna play it on loop until I get back with your other-dimensional selves so we can fix all this.

          “WE”

          “FIX ALL THIS”

          WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

          Nobody seems to know.

          “--I'll be watching you–”

          I was FRAMED.

          CUT TO










          a golden pocket watch, a wrist watch, a compass–it changes and morphs so quickly that it begins to seem to spin time itself into a whirlwind, until finally a portal opens up from within his hand–a portal which quickly devours him entirely, morphing him into

          Fuck, what the fuck happened after that

          Idk I got off the train I guess

          This is really terribly written



          INT. SAM ASH MANHATTAN. DAY.

          A tiny conga for 90 dollars

          I could die in here

          Maybe I am just like you

          I find my way to the prettiest thing in the room

          And have my way with it

          Just for a few minutes

          Consume it, then move on

          Saw Madison dancing badly on Madison Avenue

          It's okay,

          You're a white girl

          So everybody loves you

          Everybody loves you

          Everybody loves you, no matter what you do.

          As for me,

          I can't say when I'm going through

          But you couldn't do it, Madison

          That's as bad as being at a standstill at rush out in Manhattan

          With enough practice

          I could buy everything in Sam ash

          And make my own band with it

          That's the plan at least—

          But I been having a long death

          And the afterlife isn't as after as everybody says it is

          Don't hold your breath,

          Unless you're ready to break bread

          With the racists and skin heads

          In heavy met mosh pits

          Where I take my first and last breath

          Always

          Cause honestly, honey

          Me and you are more the same than we first thought

          And I'm sorry

          (But not)

          Cause I had a black mom

          Whose tough love was lock-in me up

          So I couldn't practice or be master of just one thing

          But the only sport I'm the Jack of all trades off

          Is hacking off

          My self or my significant other

          I guess it's a puffs plus

          One and then done

          God is funny

          I grew up on wonder bread and Oreos

          And less love then some

          So no woneee I have a stomach

          To work off

          At Equinox

          Once I can afford it

          Till then

          It's Whole Foods market

          And blink,

          But what do you know

          It all goes in the same pocket

          Nice butt

          That's an awesome jumpsuit

          A once piece in broad colors

          And one piece I don't watch

          Cause someone I told talk to

          Broke my heart and my face

          In one punch man

          A punchline for anime fans

          I'm an animal at em

          And animal house is like

          Soft porn

          Where I'm from

          (Horny)

          Dinosaur

          Cactus

          Dinosaur

          Cactus

          Dinosaur

          Cactus

          Cactus

          Cactus

          Dinosaur

          Cactus

          Dinosaur

          Caucus

          Dinosaur

          Dinosaur

          Dinosaur

          Dinisaur



          HALALALALAL

          Oh no.

          HAHLALALALAL.

          …

          Hello.

          Oh, it's you.

          Yes.

          Alright.

          It's a fine day

          People eating gyros

          They leave their houses

          Just for a food cart.

          It's a fine day

          People eating gyros

          They leave their houses

          Just for falafels

          IT'S GOING TO BE A–

          Oh my God.





          Season 8, Episode 1

          “Letting Go”

          A GURU watches intently as a small fire burns at the foot of a large tree on the outskirts of NEW YORK CITY.

          MEANWHILE, SOMEWHER (who gives a fuck)

          EXT. WHO GIVES A FUCK. NIGHT (OR WHENEVER, WHO CARES)

          SKRILLEX is forced to stop his set due to a stage fire.

          HOW'S THAT QUEST.

          shut.up.



          IRONY:

          i·ro·ny1

          /ˈīrənē/

          noun

          • the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.
            "“Don't go overboard with the gratitude,” he rejoined with heavy irony"

          • Similar:

          • sarcasm

          • sardonicism

          • dryness

          • causticity

          • sharpness

          • acerbity

          • acid

          • bitterness

          • trenchancy

          • mordancy

          • cynicism

          • mockery

          • satire

          • ridicule

          • derision

          • scorn

          • sneering

          • wryness

          • backhandedness

          • sarkiness

          • Opposite:

          • sincerity

            • a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.
              plural noun: ironies
              "the irony is that I thought he could help me"

            • Similar:

            • paradox

            • paradoxical nature

            • incongruity

            • incongruousness

            • peculiarity

            • Opposite:

            • logic

            • a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character's words or actions are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.
              noun: dramatic irony; plural noun: tragic irony



              BEFORE:

              Unseen, Season 6

              LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

              SKRILLEX




              Well, I guess it's New York, then.

              BROOKLYN, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.

              ALSO SKRILLEX

              No, wtf.

              R A I N

              Ugh.

              VERY HEAVY RAIn

              ihateu.

              kbye.

              Fukku.




              i'm going on a(nother) world tour.

              kool.

              stay here tho.

              alright.

              *soaking wet*

              *on tour being a rockstar surrounded by beautiful people*

              …

              ! ! !

              …



              !!! !!! !!!

              (with hot people)

              *dies*

              lol

              …

              …

              …

              deadmau5

              …

              *revives*

              dgh.

              *deadmau5*

              …ok.

              Deadmau5

              Ok?

              …ok.

              *being a rockstar*

              MEANWHRILE

              FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GONNA KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER.

              cant kill skrillex.

              WANNA BET .

              AND THE B.E.T AWARD GOES TO:

              This duel makes the

              AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

              AHHHHHHHHh

              AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

              DILLON FRANCIS.

              Thatsfuckedup

              IT's not real.

              This can't be happening.

              *entire audience booing, throwing ribs & buckets of chicken*

              DILLON FRANCIS

              Thank you. Thank you.

              Okay, my friend, be free!

              What the fuck!

              What.

              Was that Skrillex.

              I think so.

              *facepalm*

              ^^^^^^

              the dudes who have been looking for Skrillex for 8 seasons straight.



              lol

              Alright wake up.

              No.

              YEs.

              Why.

              You're a DJ.

              No.

              You know what, you're right.

              I'm always right.

              *leaves*

              [momentary peace]

              Comes back with blowhorn

              WAKE

              *horn*

              AH

              UP

              I am deaf.

              No, you're a music producer.

              I…hateyou.

              COFFEE.

              Yes ma'am.

              Okay, so–

              This is gonna be good.


              Remember how i told you how I shapeshifted into professor meowingtons.

              No.

              Well.

              Now i'm sad.

              Don't be sad.

              What did you do.

              I fukked up.

              I see that.

              Why are you bringing me this.

              I didn't honestly know where else to go.

              Literally anywhere else.

              But–you're my only friend.

              –we're not friends.

              AND THEN, HE SAID.

              I'd like to Thank Beyoncé, for literally the greatest night of my life.

              Someone stop this.

              It's too late.

              You promised.

              I didn't promise you anything.

              You promised me breakfast.

              I don't think–

              You said breakfast. This is breakfast.

              I just meant

              What.

              Do you not like it?

              I mean I–

              It's all vegan.

              Uh…

              Even the cheese.

              …

              Just try it.

              Try it.

              Try it, or I'll kill you.

              Uhhh…

              I'm just kidding.

              Ok–

              Try it, or i'll kill myself.

              Lol what a psycho.

              But, the apron tho.

              That part.







              Mistrust,

              Betrayal

              Lets just adjust this perception, persay

              The remembrance of what was forgotten has suddenly dawned on us

              (not all at once, but)

              “Once you get the hang of it”

              He said,

              But I'm still dangling, hanging from the ankle

              “Say what you want to say,” I relay

              “But say it to my face.”

              ( -The Hangman)

              So far away

              In outerspace

              A YOUNG, MUSCULAR THUG is attempting to drown his assailant in a toilet.

              JUST DIE ALREADY

              Little does he know, his assailant is immortal.

              I TOLD YOU ALREADY, I CANT.

              AGGGH.

              The struggle has resulted in quite the mess–still, he seems relentless in his endeavors.

              His co conspirator watches with an eerily uneasy demeanor, before pulling him aside.



              This is weird, man.

              I know, right!

              That motherfucker should've BEEN dead.

              I know right.

              This is crazy.

              Yeah.

              Maybe we should just

              DIPLO is robbed of his Grammy Award, while relieving himself.

              [no dialogue necessary]

              {later on the phone}

              They took my Grammy, man.

              Oh shit, which one?



              …The Good One.



              Orange, Yellow, Blue, Yellow—

              What are you doing

              Counting the Diplos.

              Ah.

              “The Yellow Music Era”

              Ah, take me back.

              Can't go back.

              Well, what color is this era.

              EXT. EDX, HARDSTYLE STAGE. WHEN LITERALLY THE FUCK EVER.

              Oh.

              BLAAASASRRRRHHHHHZHZGGHHH.

              Hm. I see.

              Well, what'd they say?

              Annihilation is imminent.

              oh.



              The staggered 55;

              I still hate you for beating me

              Then making me believe

              That I was crazy

              Never apologizing

              And taking my purpose from me

              Trying to make me die

              Before he could realize

              He only has my eyes

              and you took the test of mylife



              Record box (save for yearly plan $400

              I'll kill you in my sleep

              You stupid bitch

              You see me from behind

              But I got eyes in the back of my head

              Go back to bed, before I devastate you !

              I hate you

              You make me

              Anxious—

              If anything irate

              Switch the cadence

              Rain like precipitation

              I feel great just for participating

              Straight a's

              ‘Ugh, I have too much to do'

              I needed a new pair of consumer headphones anyway to test my mixes and new tracks in, but I didn't think I would need them so much as put them on a low priority shopping list, or secondary wish list—but the time had come for otherwise, as though I would normally find something so unfortunate as leaving my only remaining pair of headphones on a bus which rotated out of service too quickly for me to have noticed that I had left the. Behind

              Tell ‘em

              20 at a time, till I get me a push

              20 at a time, till I get me a Moog

              20 at a time,

              Can't burn no bush

              20 at a time

              Tell ‘em 20 at a time

              She not even mine!

              She lyin

              Cone on mane,

              I'm a lion

              Motherfucker try me

              Motherfucker try to speak

              I got marks of beast

              It's three on three

              and we on pre war

              Like history

              Building be like 50 stories

              I'm not sorry

              Need more things;

              I need more 20s

              Tell ‘em

              20 at a time, till I get me a whip

              20 at a time, till I get me a coupe

              20 at a time,

              Can't burn no bush

              20 at a time

              Tell ‘em 20 at a time

              Spend two hundred at **** on fitness

              When I look like this already

              Spend 350 at Equinox

              Initiation.

              Health is Wealth

              It's all important

              Shea Butter Imported

              Intercontinental

              Forged from Earth is mother

              For four months worth

              Is 20

              [sample: pork soda]

              20's 20's 20's!

              Tell ‘em

              20 at a time, till I get me some new shit

              20 at a time, till I get me a Stu

              20 at a time,

              Can't burn no bush

              20 at a time

              Tell ‘em 20 at a time

              Tell ‘em

              20 at a time, till I get me a Push

              20 at a time, till I get me a Moog

              20 at a time,

              Can't burn no bush

              20 at a time

              Tell ‘em 20 at a time



              Dark—Shades

              Gotta protect my eyes

              Can't see your bullshit

              The Devil outta hades

              And he follow me

              In the form of haters

              No Brainers and

              Whatever the fuck that thing is

              (I hate her)

              She a demon

              But I made her up

              Just to throw the flame at her

              Imm famous

              Look at my shades

              Gotta hide my eyes

              Look at my shades

              Gotta hide my eyes

              They got light in em

              All I think about is getting fit

              Doing dips and

              Shitting on my competition.



              Sonny,

              I gotta let you go buddy

              I gotta let you know, honey

              Skinny girls follow me around all day.

              And I think of you

              Petite, about 5'e

              Two things I can't be

              Light skinned makes three

              Don't make me explain myself

              I spend every day in hell

              Still no kitchen

              Still running to catch up with you—

              But finally, I might get it

              I can't;

              Too many bad decisions,

              It isn't meant to be

              And if it was or is

              You'd be here with me

              So I let you go

              Gotta let you go.

              I'm a nobody

              With no home

              Probably all alone

              For the long run

              Don't worry

              Ain't nobody

              I gotta curse on me

              That way,

              Nobody loves me

              I ain't picking up no pennies

              No hope, cause I'm not skinny

              Got loops, but no synth

              Eye of Horus: been homeless since

              Nobody loves me

              Been homeless since

              Nobody loves me

              Been homeless since

              A curse on me

              I'm getting used to it

              I'm getting used to being alone,

              I like it, I promise

              Don't love,

              Cause then it ends

              It is what it is

              A genius mix

              But missing the prescription

              Read the description,

              Or inscription on the Rolex

              I'll probably still get him

              And stick it inlocker 115 in the women's locker room

              In Hell's Kitchen

              I ain't picking up no pennies

              No hope, cause I'm not skinny

              Got loops, but no synth

              Eye of Horus: been homeless since



              My ex had put a curse on me

              He carved the eye of Horus on me

              With a house key

              And I been homeless ever since

              And demons follow me

              So I guess it is what it is

              Ain't nobody but God

              Not forgotten,

              But love is

              I ain't picking up no pennies

              No hope, cause I'm not skinny

              Got loops, but no synth

              Eye of Horus: been homeless since

              Nobody loves me

              Been homeless since

              Nobody loves me

              Been homeless since

              A curse on me

              Slow down

              I don't want to have to

              Now you down

              In front of the

              Whole town

              Woah now

              It's a show down

              I just wanna watch my show now

              Gotta go now

              Just leave me alone now

              I got a blow

              The house songs

              Loud through the speakers

              Loud so the teachers could hear me

              Proud,

              Got no one left to impress now

              I'll pull my dress down

              But it's riding up

              So let's get down

              I'll sit down

              Beefy

              Let's get grounded

              Haven't left the spot since I bought it

              Sorry,

              I'm not on the martyrs list

              What goes around comes around



              Keisha was more like mh mother than I could have thought, and being around her every waking night and day was more detrimental to my health and recovery than anything—and though it did seem as though my ex husband had attached his destructive, draining energy to me in more ways than one, it was my mother's own energy that had lead me into his arms; the endless, relentless cycle of drastic ups and downs, and though that ever has caused me to slip into the this abyss, it was still no one other than myself with whom I had been left drowning in the remainder of whatever was left of my old life—and there really was nothing left besides a few pounds, some musical takings, and of course the broken memories of what once was; all had been destroyed, and it was safer never to love again than to find love and consequently, him at the other side. The magic was dark, and it though it's effects had seemed to turn around in the reversal, it was still a process—and it was dragging along, bringing me down, and turning every empty body around me into some kind of demon who was assured tk try to convince me that I was unhinged, retarded, and psychotic with no just cause at all—and however though how certain I was that I had become in fact crazy, it hadn't happened at all on it's own; I had learned now how the cycle of abuse worked, how trauma and so easily became contagious—but at the very least Keisha couldn't hurt me any more than I could hurt myself. At the very worst, on her sober days, she could hurl insults at me just as by now I expected anyone who became close to me in any way would, and at the very best, her upswings of drunken exatasy would push me into more mixtapes—but the highs were so high and the lows were so low that it was almost impossible not to get caught in the chaos of obnoxiousness, in the unrelentless regression and of course the contagion of deep depression, bathing in an ocean of teardrops from the shattered and battered women of the New York City homeless shelter system. Everyone and everything around was broken—some worse than others— but Keisha, whom I knew I could never really trust so much as I could trust anything or anyone else but nonetheless did love and respect as a fellow woman—a woman with whom I both shared much in common, and also nothing—stood as a grave reminder to who I might have become had I not left.

              She was like a windup doll on a repeating loop—and absolutely wouldn't stop talking unless being constantly badgered or asked to be quiet; sometimes, the only way for any piece at all was to raise my voice to its uncomfortable peak, telling her to

              “Just shut up!”

              It was almost as if her entire existence was to raise my blood pressure and drain any positive energy I had into the negative—which she had the ability to do quite quickly, so long that she wasn't drinking, or even if she was she was a consistent track of “mm” and “ah”, in the stereotypical fashion that you would expect a woman, nearly 14 years my senior to be; she somehow believed that we were the same age, however, and I let her—moving along and abott it without ever letting her know my name, or even what I liked to be called—because, well—at this point, who even cared? I wouldn't let anybody at the chance to lay anymore curses or hexes at my doorstep using my name—and she was in fact, herself, the affect of a curse in slow motion reverse, as I had finally found the specific magic my ex husband had used in trying to seal my soul— and though we would soon be forever unsealed, I hadn't for a moment thought to let myself love again, especially after all that had happened.

              There was a sunken hole in my heart—the ups and downs were taking their toll just as they always had—first with my mother, and with Annie, and ny ex husband—and it seemed as though I had finally discovered my own habit of loving those so miserable and broken that my own existence in their world only stood as a footstool— a footstool whose own brokenness of course, was due to the fault of faulty manufacturing at all.

              The strain of constantly fighting and arguing was making its wear and tear on my face—the bags under my eyes swelled in a hazardous looking and tired, haggard and puffy dismissal of anything which might have been sweet, fresh or youthful—my eyes growing dark from the pain and withdrawal; she was so much like my mother—too much, in fact— it was impossible to escape the monotony of the alcoholism, the sever impact of trauma on both ends, and everything that came with it—, and though I hadn't picked up the phone to call her or anyone else in months, it was almost as if I was being haunted by the alcoholics of everything's past— my mother, my ex best friend, and ex husband— and maybe even once what might have been myself, had I not chosen to walk away—an action which, up until now—the system had been punishing me for unforgivingly—but, with any justice at all, would soon also be reversed.

              This machine breathes for me

              I watched the whole house burn down

              If that's how you like it;

              I should just lay down

              And take it

              I'm letting my hair down

              I'm letting the air out of this

              I have an insatiable appetite for love

              I'm just an animal over my head

              Too many euros and

              Heroes have won you over

              It isn't over,

              —but I lover her

              It isn't over till you bend me over the Benz on a bender

              My works ended

              Over and over again

              I thought I told you

              I don't smoke in 420

              Opened Pandora's box of worms

              A low blow informant,

              Below the belt

              I get disheveled,

              Less of a Hell hole

              More of the devil I am

              Damn

              I'm awfully accomplished

              (A lot)

              I'm dark on a Monday

              (No looking back)

              Got my black skin and butt,

              —thanks

              Amen for sluts

              And Hoes

              Case closed

              Like my legs is

              Man,

              I hate Vegas

              Make amends later

              Today, I give cake

              Can't make up for blatent mistakes

              I walked away

              Now it's a cake walk

              I can't talk

              My legs broke

              I might choke on my words

              My earnings and work

              Gets em squirtin and twerking

              I'm learning first,

              Before the curve

              It might suck,

              But life does

              “My wife called

              She wants her life back

              And a six pack of abs,

              An above average man,

              With a long sandwhich,

              And nice hands,

              I like fans,

              But as it stands,

              I've high standards;

              Nothing is random,

              Have a laugh,

              Cause the cry's comin.”

              Furvthe record,

              I no longer care, no

              For the record,

              I don't have her hair, no

              For the record

              I still wear my old clothes

              The Grammy Award goes to—

              For the record,

              I guy my own show

              I'm a no show, though.

              For the record

              For the record

              For the record,

              This is just fir entertainment purposes

              For the record,

              I could always change my name again

              I hate being famous,

              Don't make me say it.

              I gotta switch it up a bit

              I'm in love again

              I don't know who with

              But he follows me to

              My dream world

              For the record,

              I no longer dance for the public

              For the record

              I come, and I go home alone

              Fit the record,

              I run the whole world

              No, I don't hold hands

              I'm just an old, battered hag in the badlands

              That's where you left me

              Now we go off the deep end,

              Stop struggling, baby

              I'll drown it all in the bathtub

              Somehow, a back rub doesn't add up

              For the record,

              I never loved anyone but my son

              Now here's the run down-

              I gotta run somehow ,

              Join the run club



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              6 min
            • [Division.]

              It's so wrong

              All that I want from you;

              You're all I want–

              And all I've ever gotten

              It's funny, huh,

              How it all works out

              Around the world and back

              And I'm still the same as I ever was

              You're all I want,

              Because y're everything I'm not

              False flag

              I might throw in the towl

              I don't mean to brag but

              My mind is fowl

              I live in the gutter

              With less responsibility,
              I might be a part animal

              But–

              What you see is what you get

              (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic

              Till the sun comes up,

              And it sets again)

              Or was it acid

              My secret combination

              A flower in a garden

              Beg your pardon

              I got a hard on

              Honest

              Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you.

              Promise.

              Thats about the only promise i can make.

              Moe toxic than AIDS.

              You have AIDS.

              Anything can be arranged.

              You would do that just to spite me?

              I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis.

              This is the worst.

              This is the worst, ever.

              EAT THE BRATWURST.

              NAAEEERR.

              EAAT THE SAUSAGE.

              NOOO–AAAHHH.

              JUST–EAT IT.

              AHHHHHHHH.

              This story takes forever to tell.

              Well, it's going to have to be less than forever.

              For what.

              WE DON'T HAVE TIME.

              This version of me likes everything spicy.

              That's it? That's the only difference?

              –and does a lot of cocaine.

              Oh. That's

              Nice.

              *snifs*

              nice .

              Hey.

              Hey.

              Hold this.

              *leaves*

              …haha.

              What, dude.

              I'm gonna kill you in your sleep.

              You wanna know what's fucked up?

              No.

              I have dirty little secrets no one should know about–

              –Christ–

              –And people know about them.

              I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone.

              What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map.

              I'm making peace with this.

              Here, breakfast.

              What's in this.

              Eggs.

              What's going on.

              Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed.

              -_-

              Aw. That kid is cute.

              I know huh.

              TYLER.

              Lol. who the fuck is tyler.

              I don't know.

              TYLER, GET IN HERE.

              TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS.

              [TYLER]

              Woah.

              Whaaat.

              Ah. What's in a name, anyway?

              That's it? That's the only difference.

              Yup.

              His name's “Tyler”

              He's fucking perfect.

              Yeah, except.

              TYLER!

              OH MY GOD. WHAT.

              DId you ever figure out what happened to the-

              No, not yet.

              DEADMAU5

              I don't respect you.

              Aww. did you hear that?

              I heart that.

              deadmau5 doesn't respect me.

              that's sad.

              that is sad. I'm so sad.

              I'd be sad.

              now i'm sadmau5.

              lol

              So. Wait.

              Mmhmm.

              I'm–deadmau5.

              Yes.

              So that means.

              WHAT IS THIS CRISIS.

              I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am.

              DADMAU5.

              What did you do.

              I dug up a lot of pasts.

              PASTS.

              And brought them to the present.

              Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus.

              I don't understand.

              Please, please stop this.

              I can't. It's happened.

              PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York.



              SKRILLEX

              I'M A GOD.

              PART II: Revenge.

              ME

              Revenge!? What revenge!

              I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX.



              SKRILLEX

              DIE MOTHERFUCKER.

              *dies*

              This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight.

              Make that 8.

              8 Seasons Straight.

              Wait. What was that dream I had last night

              I hope she remembers.

              It was something important.

              Don't tell mom about this.

              Mom about what.

              [Explosion]

              OH MY GOD.

              Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can–

              Do that.

              But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well–

              [WORST DRAGON EVER]

              It's a dragon, and that's what it does.



              COELACANTH GROWLS

              Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke.

              I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse.

              What's worse than being broke in New York City.

              My God, you're right. Well.

              COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN.

              That's it, buddy! NO more bananas

              COELACANTH

              ???

              NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty]

              See?

              What did you do.

              Nothin.


              WHAT DID YOU DO.

              Don't touch me.

              Why are you squinting like that.

              Uh. Cause I have eyes.

              You have a secret.

              Everyone has secrets.

              YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME.

              Alright, buddy.

              Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go.

              Where are you going?

              To get some dick.

              EW.

              Arguably.

              That's gross.

              I'm–pretty gross.

              Ugh!

              See ya. Or not. Whatever.

              Sorry to say “I'm sorry”

              So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more

              Okay

              I'll jus curl up under my

              Security blanket

              It's a curse, sure it is

              I write myself blank checks

              Jim Carrey me home

              (whatever that means)

              Cause

              I've been homeless so long

              And nobody wants me

              It's just a bee sting,

              But don't eat honey

              No worries

              I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry”

              So he don't love me, huh

              That's awful

              So what was it all for

              Homework

              Somehow, I just go back and forth

              That's the way to move forward

              Sure, it is–it's a curse

              *cough* a lovely photographer,

              Sorry I loved him before

              But it's awful now

              Take me home

              (Whatever that was)

              No worries

              I write myself blank checks

              Jim Carrey me home

              (whatever that means)

              Cause

              I've been homeless so long

              And nobody wants me

              It's just a bee sting,

              But don't eat honey

              No worries

              I've been under the radar famous

              Haven't been the same sense

              Same senses: six of them

              Don't even know what today is

              __

              It's just a sex thing;

              I don't want the rest of you

              That she can have

              Your other less-than-half

              I still have a percentage

              (Nonsense)

              I still want to grab at your–

              (Aha)

              First things first,

              And last things last

              All of these past lives

              I get the last laugh

              If that's your first wife

              Good luck, getting it right

              God knows I tried

              God knows when I'm crying,

              And still doesn't like it

              So much for colorblind

              Automatic shades, and motorized blind

              What a lovely time to find

              A tie that binds

              Sugar and spice

              That's mild,

              Compared to your wild eyes

              And the trials I've

              Tested thorough lik vials

              (or, test tubes, right)

              That's the best cube, right

              The latest edition

              I've had my eye on

              It's just a distraction

              I haven't the slightest idea

              What an Ion is,

              Beyond science and mathematics,

              This magic campaign

              A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis

              That's what that is

              I left that Amethyst

              At your Grandma's.

              What.

              “To Gradmother's House We Go”

              I don't think this is a good plan–

              This is the plan.

              –at all.

              I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma.

              Dillon Francis.

              Gross.

              Listen, that's the only way.

              But what if she's racist.

              She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist.

              MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA

              [Speaking in croatian]

              Damn. This is fucked up.

              I think we went back too far.

              WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE.

              WHO'S COTTON- PICKING?

              Oh God, stop this.




              My eye is in the Sky–

              (My eye is in the sky)

              I'm always by your side

              My eye is in the sky



              YOu keep asking me what I want,

              Like I know the answer!

              Like, I know the answer–

              But like, you're not gonna like it,

              I mean you might,

              And I could try to divide by 5

              To get the answer right,

              But not tonight

              I'm too busy dying

              I guess i”m a dick rider.

              Right,

              I'm just–

              A big writer,

              Provided I'm onto my idol

              Or icon

              Drawing on dollars,

              A white collar criminal

              It's simple

              This isn't my passion–

              But it's my talent;

              Whatever,

              I'll have to work at it

              Addition, subtraction

              (Erect, or dysfunctional)

              Truly poetic, but

              lets keep it classy

              I'm passing it on my my agent,

              He'll have a laugh at it.

              So it's been another ten years;

              Here we are,

              In the place that i built

              If you're so fond of me ,

              How about you follow me

              Into the next life,

              Onward, and into the darkness

              Oh! You can see in the dark now?

              You succubus!

              Isolate all of us,

              Bring you up high till you fall down



              The irony is,

              I'm not ungrateful,

              I just feel as if

              I've slightly earned it

              (Just a little bit)

              Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen

              But at the very least, at the end of it

              I can just laugh and pretend

              It didn't happen

              Fellas,

              You ever been shit on by two women

              At the same time,

              (not literally–

              but , ust out o f curiosity,

              If i was being seriously literal,

              How many of you

              Would have still said yes,

              By a raise of hands?

              Or, lets just have all the

              Supersta DJs stand up

              (Every single fan would give you a hand job!)

              Just remember the guy holding

              The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says

              “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore

              Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom

              Or the chick who's crying on her

              “Fuck it, I quit!”

              –But Hailey, we needed the second income

              Gotta start somewhere

              “–I just need a plunger”

              Better try elsewhere, bud

              It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this

              Dillon Francis Shit.

              Fuck.

              I did it again

              I let my obsessions slip

              In the deadmau5, a false flag

              In the big relay race to Skrillex

              —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is

              with pictures of ass and tits on

              Anyday of the year,

              but especially, this–

              Happy Birthday, kid.

              Now where's the pinata?

              I oughtta wish him a bat to the head

              For the shit he said

              And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic

              All over the internet

              It's all over the internet

              Better yet,

              I'm on the black market,

              I just bought it for a dollar



              I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark

              Suck my balls, fart.

              That guy's a lot to handle.

              Didn't I start this off with something more poetic?

              I bet,

              but got stuck in a mousetrap

              I hope you're happy, you know

              Actually,

              I'm hoping it turns out tragic

              Haven't you ever run out of your magic?

              Wait, nobody has that.

              It was.

              All just.

              In. Your.

              Head.

              Wake.

              UP.

              Hey kid,

              What's the plan for tomorrow?

              (Hopefully more falafels,

              but probably not, thought)

              Uh,

              I gotta show up at the post office,

              *facepalm*

              Another Dillon Francis reference

              Forget I ever had instagram

              ( haven't yet

              So, what's the plan then?

              More bacon on my bacon.

              Okay, Mr. Miserable,

              I get we're incompatible,

              But i”m an animal,

              Or at least the bi-product of something

              Or somesuch

              Fuck it,

              I give all the way up.

              Hey kid,

              If i jump in front of a train

              (and don't make it)

              How am I gonna explain this?

              I almost forgot how

              When pretty girls turn evil

              They get ugly

              Huh

              I guess I should humble up and consider us equals

              huh

              hey satan

              I wish I could just –

              Forget it

              I wish i could just

              Forget it

              I wish i could just

              Forget it

              Any other kind of way,

              And i could go crazy on a day like this

              Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing.

              I–what.

              You have my blessing.

              For what.

              You love this girl.

              CONT'D

              Then marry her.

              Wait, do what.

              So it's settled!

              Wait.

              You're getting married.

              DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED.

              YES.

              whaaaaat .

              MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER.

              Wait.

              *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF*

              YESSSSSSSSS.

              ohmygod.

              Wait, why are you so happy?

              Because!

              *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS*

              Wow.

              What's going on.

              When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza.

              What's so special about pizza.

              CHEESE.

              Oh, so it's cheese, you want?

              Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker!

              These are my dreams.

              Well, that's gross!

              Is it.

              Why are we we at McDonalds?

              When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds.

              You're right.

              I'm always right.

              Maybe that's why you're so miserable.

              Yeap, pretty much.

              Where's your head?

              In the shop.

              FLASHBACk:



              Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR.

              That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that?

              No, it literally only exists like, once.

              It's an ancillary rave weapon?

              No, it's–it's just a spear.

              (FROM THIS SCENE)



              Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in.



              What's that spear for?

              [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly]

              YAH.

              Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall.



              HOOOOO

              YOOOOOOO

              WHAT THE FUCK.



              *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored.

              You killed deadmau5

              Well, you asked.

              I asked why you had a spear!

              –And i demonstrated.

              OH MY GOD.

              Lol demon-strated.

              YOU KILLED DEADMAU5

              Don't worry, he'll be back.

              Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza.

              What are you doing.

              Extra cheese.

              Sunni.

              What does it look like i'm doing.

              Ordering a pizza.

              Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck!

              Hello. Yeah, sorry.

              Sunni.

              WHAT. SHUT UP.

              You're strictly vegan.

              Well, now i'm vegetarian.

              Shut up.

              sunni!

              What!? THE FUCK.

              It's in your contract.

              So is this.

              What.

              What. Do you want pizza?

              Sunni.

              Make that two pizzas.

              Sunni

              Yes, both extra cheese.

              Ok.

              Sunni.

              Shut up.

              Ok.

              Sunni

              SHUT UP.

              No not you!

              Apologies.

              Ok. Use the intercom.

              Peace.

              *hangs up*



              Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis.

              Sunni, what are you doing?

              I'm–going for a swim. In my pool.

              No, I mean.

              What.

              You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies.

              I also have sponsorship with Walmart.

              WAL * MART

              That's not the point.

              What's the point?

              You're being avoidant.

              I–always avoid you.

              You have contracts!

              That's why I avoid you.

              With huge companies!

              Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub.

              You can't just.

              Trust me, Maybel.

              IT's-

              I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down.

              What's this got to do with Dillon Francis.

              NOTHIN.

              *phone rings*

              YO.

              Ugh.

              Yeah, Come over.

              Sunni!

              I ordered pizza.

              [later, in the hot tub]

              Nevermind, next scene!

              Ah NO!

              What!

              (Don't worry, I know how it goes.)

              “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want?

              WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

              Well, for the most part, I wanted to live.

              Okay, you're alive.

              No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck.

              Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I

              SHUT UP.

              What?

              JUST SHUT UP.

              Uhm.

              UGH.

              Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid.

              A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence.

              TO BE CONTINUED

              Honestly, though–

              I just wanna get like, really hot, and like

              Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues

              I mean, really good looking

              Smart ones

              Probably do that,

              eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods

              Cook more healthy shit

              Bake pies

              Fuck some more

              –and forget I ever even tried to make music.

              Lol

              And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids

              Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds,

              Publish some of my books,

              Play video games

              And forget about what a DJ is or what they do

              Unless I occasionally show up to a festival

              To get shitfaced

              And be really hot,

              Like I never got to be in my teens,

              Or in my 20's

              –But on the other hand,

              If i can't do any of that–

              I don't know,

              not exactly live my hopes and dreams,

              cause , you know–

              Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical

              Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams,

              Or even

              “Living my best life”

              Cause if i'm living my best iife

              I'm headlining EDC,

              (Before getting shitfaced),

              And,

              I don't know,

              Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes

              –I mean really good looking–

              Smart ones–

              But like, just one–

              Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe
              I don't know,

              Isn't a nightmare?

              But that's pushing it.

              Taht's wild to think about:

              Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions

              One of which is music

              (Fucking shoot me)

              and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature–

              Which is, honestly,

              More, like,

              Just a natural talent,

              For example,

              How,

              Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill,

              Lifting what's around apparently ‘135',

              (according to some stranger at the gym)

              And working out to my own mixtape–

              Not once, but twice–

              Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten

              How goog it was;

              And, it was so good,

              I couldn't actually believe it–

              Like, at all–

              So instead of listening to another mixtape,

              I just listened to it again to confirm

              (With myself)

              “Damn, that was good”

              Cause it was–

              Only to come back to this giant,

              Piece of shit,

              Hell hole of a hotel

              To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate

              Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself
              For the first time in weeks.

              So i think about it,

              After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation

              In the amount of time it's taken to turn a

              15 minute mile

              Into a ten minute mile,

              A ten minute mile into an

              Eight Minute Mile,

              And An Eight minute mile into

              Two eight minute miles,

              Nonstop, by the way,

              Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on

              Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that

              Didn't look like

              Flinstones and taste like sweettarts

              Cause lets face it:

              That's sweet tarts, right?

              –but it is impressive to me

              I impressed myself;

              I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at

              Whole Foods Market

              And going to the gym every day

              Even if its for 5 minutes

              Every Single Day

              With the exception of–

              You know

              When my roomate's depression gets so bad

              It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that

              I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat

              So many times

              And can't help on my life to think about her

              When it gets to the law that states

              That you can die of other people's misery.

              Cause you can,

              And I almost did,

              So i consider myself, these days

              to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived

              Cause i've got

              Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and,

              deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious

              –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone

              And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to,

              but -

              Again,

              I've come so far

              And fought so hard just

              Trying to live

              or at least

              Trying to catch up

              To the caucasians

              And sometimes, but rarely

              asians and other ethnics that

              actually fit in;

              and were born alive rather than dead

              In bodies and with minds that functioned

              Maybe not perfectly,

              But well enough to socialize

              or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given

              Not to complain

              (Again)

              But just to reiterate,
              I was born with gifts and talents,

              But, doubling back

              To the 48 Laws

              I learned all of them from my mom

              Before I turned one

              And the way I read the book was

              Pretty much just

              A backwards regression,

              Realizing that having a mother

              With so much trauma and depression

              Might effect everything

              And be the difference between

              Being an athlete, a superstar musician

              Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram;

              Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me

              Of how fat I am

              Or that I'm black

              Or how much i've failed

              Or of all the things I could but can't do

              Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen

              Or whatever you wanna call her

              We all have names, but

              It's possible that

              We've been lost

              In all the comparison to one another

              Because in all this time

              Woman to woman and

              Man to man

              Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want.

              So what do I want?

              Fuck it,

              I want a yacht,

              With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it

              Just so i can throw them off

              and ride off into the sunset

              So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event

              Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row

              –well, maybe, not all of them

              but a lot,

              Or maybe I just want their bodies

              I don't know

              The only difference between love and lust comes

              From motherhood;

              So where's my son fit in to all of this?

              Or i should just

              Leave him in the dust, with his father

              Who I often think of

              Cause the raised scar he left me

              Crosses my tongue every other word?

              Sure. Whatever.

              It's just more to write about,

              But I might want less to write about cause

              I've been studying other authors

              And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow

              –But honesty, i've been working out so hard

              It's hard to want to off myself

              Till I come to this hotel

              Where my roommate just–

              Doesn't sti will with me

              And doesn't sit still at all

              —which is crazy to think

              That in all this narcissism i've developed

              I still have enough empathy

              That her anxiety makes me

              Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't

              So empty I coud vomit

              And i thought i was making it up, but

              As it turned out,

              Beautiful women can't be tested

              And it seems she's probably still beautiful

              To the many men

              that would love to have

              a perfect girl

              To bend to his will;

              But really, It's almost as if

              with every evil thing she's done

              someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw

              With each remark

              Of course, I'm sure it's all for something

              But i wanted more for us to get along

              Than to have a room alone

              Where i could tell this story;

              Or write my albums

              Or wipe the slate clean

              I'm thinking of just

              Starting over

              Of course, sixteen pages deep

              I find it hard to believe

              It really just comes naturally

              And quite automatic

              That it's almost paranormal

              What do I want?

              A warm body

              That won't hurt me

              a home of my own

              A couple of dogs –

              Here it goes again

              Fuck Dillon Francis

              I want a life so well fucking lived

              And well accomplished that

              It doesn't even matter,

              The Festival Project, or anything in it

              Fuck, I just want to be happy

              What if i cured 30 years of depression

              Eating Whole Foods Market

              and working out, without

              Therapy,

              Using google documents and

              Dance music as an outlet?

              Wouldn't you be proud?

              Or maybe I could get offed for that.

              I don't know..

              Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander

              The password was flagship

              Getting abstract and poetic again,

              Picking up pennies

              bending my enemies into my empathy,

              Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs

              Ugh

              The best of the best,

              A decade has passed

              I'm switching my cadences,

              Just in case somebody reads this crap

              Blissful awareness,

              I shouldn't be scares of it

              Clandestine palaces crash,

              Shattered by amethyst

              Man, fuck dillon francis

              and his happy ass,

              always had it,

              perfectly privleged

              caucasian interchangeable

              dangerous engagement of a

              girlfriend .

              Yeah, fuck both of them.

              Again, if you're taking it literal–

              Fuck it,

              They're both fucking beautiful.

              I'll just be

              USeful, or something.

              Should probably brush up my resume–

              Interesting, isn't it?

              Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train

              before neyla went crazy,

              But heyl

              I made it up.

              We can pretend we're individuals

              But i live in a collective consciousness,

              Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this

              I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious

              But that's just be being pompous.

              I'm half a white supremacist, anyway

              Conservative, straight up

              But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up

              But hey,

              At least there's deadmau5.

              Oh yeah, that's what I want.

              I want to be like deadmau5.

              I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers

              A custom sound system

              and a hot wife;

              A big brain,

              A fan base,

              And a nice body;

              I want a whole lot of

              Flying around,

              and everybody loving me;

              And loving every body

              At every party

              Amen

              Yeah, that's what I want.

              I want to be a rockstar;

              I want a daughter with Skrillex

              And six encores.

              I want a horse drawn carriage;

              An all-star wedding,

              and a Tesla;

              I want my chest done so damn big,

              I need a reduction.

              Better stay humble.

              For better, or worse, you know.

              If it was a curse,

              I'd probably be worse off,

              Than all who have wronged me–

              It never lasts long,

              It's all temporary,

              Nobody loves me–

              I'm just a pathological insomniac

              Call me a

              Devil, I'll try to find him–

              A vegan light skin, but in the eyes

              I'd probably find him

              A cut above it all,

              I'm just in awe we've never talked,

              But i'm just like you

              A stone against a wall,

              I'd be a shamed to call my father

              Suicidal

              But that's where my mind goes

              When there's no one

              And my own son

              Doesn't know me

              But I only know

              What love is

              Cause i held him

              In my arms

              the very moment

              He was born

              So

              What do I want?

              I want him to know?

              I'll always love him

              No matter where I go

              And I'd rather be homeless

              Than no one

              In my own home

              Next to his father

              What do I want?

              I want him to go to school

              And never worry

              if he''ll be able to catch up.

              What do I want?

              I want a family,

              But that can't heppen

              Cause nobody loves me

              What do I want?

              I want to see Satan in his own body;

              Instead of taking the ones around me

              And playing with them

              Since he wants to follow me

              What do I want?

              A lot of money

              Said everybody.

              What do I want?

              A son and a daughter–

              that won't die before me.

              What do I want?

              I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me.

              What do I want?

              I want to google the definition of ‘pithy”

              Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head

              Like depression hasn't;

              But my roomate has it

              And i'm not trying to catch it

              Fucking toxic obnoxious

              Whatever, forget it

              SUCCUBUS.

              Yeah, we know what that is.

              pith·y

              /ˈpiTHē/

              adjective

              • 1.

              • (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive.

              • 2.

              • (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith.

                Nice.

                Yeah well.

                This whole thing is opening my third eye,

                To how guys see it.

                It doesn't make sense

                To give consent,

                And then renig it;

                This isn't sex

                But if it was,

                Why would you mess with his head like that?

                And if it was

                If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine

                But get the fuck out of here with that

                I can't

                So

                What do I want?

                To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy

                What do I want?

                I want psychology to catch up to my understanding.

                What do i want?

                Honestly, i just want my own something

                What do I want?

                To balance the toxicity, I guess

                Everybody has choices

                And mine is–

                I count my blessings, just to stay blessed

                I don't want anything from anybody.

                But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely .

                Perhaps, soe reverse psychology,

                But if I go back to school

                I'll be bored

                (and really horny)

                If i go back to school,

                I'll owe even more money!

                If i go back to school

                I'll do music and not psychology.

                If i go back to school,

                I'll have professors younger than me.

                If i go back to school

                I'll drown in the toxicity;

                The new generation's vaping, hating themselves

                canceling everything:
                everyone's a baby rapist

                But you can't say it

                or isolate them

                cause tolerating even the most

                Unsavory behavior is

                fuck , i lost it.

                What happened.

                Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a'

                Lets see. fuck .

                To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating,

                Nope, i lost it

                You thnk so

                Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its

                what

                Soul.



                What. you have one of those?

                Yeah.

                Dang. That's cool.

                Everyone has one

                (that's not true)

                *shrugs* I don't.

                What.

                I used to.

                What?!

                I sold it.

                What.

                To the devil.

                Now i'm famous.

                *shrugs, super satisfied*

                …How'd you get famous?

                …I woke up like this.

                *nods, unquestioning*

                I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday.

                I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy.

                So what do you want?

                I want to stop writing, but it's still early.

                What do you want?

                I want more coffee, and less yawning.

                What do you want?

                I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her

                And she's angry I ruined my body by eating.

                Perceivably.

                The positives:

                Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan.

                The positives:

                Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil;

                But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know–

                I've been brushing up on Kabbalah

                It seems to attempt to provoke, but

                I'd rather do nothing but stall

                Perhaps i've adapted habits

                Become pathological, or

                What have you

                At least I know that condition

                comes from trauma

                Not that i'm

                Not responsible

                I just stoped giving a fuck

                If everything i do is wrong

                And i'm the problem

                Why do i keep waking up, then?

                What do you want?

                I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me.

                What do you want?

                I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week.

                What do you want?

                I want to raise smart and capable children.

                What do you want?

                I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed

                I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex

                I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment

                In manhattan, and

                My ex husband to pay back

                All of the money I paid him

                But that's pushing it.

                I want everything.

                I want a world tour

                I want to do more with my life than just

                Sit here

                And write about it

                I want to be wanted and loved

                Not by everybody

                But perhaps

                Just a loyal fanbase

                A few hundred thousand

                Maybe a million

                Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and

                My talent is condensed and limited by

                The language barrier

                I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier

                I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy

                I want people to know the rest of the story

                Why i'm crazy

                How I made it all up–

                And they helped me

                How we all decided on the world we're in together

                And the only way to get to heaven is to remember.

                Kx5

                …I remember.

                MAN, SHUT THE FUCK

                –

                UP.




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                My estranged Ex Husband, Starr Michael Roberts verbally agreed upon our separation and imminent divorce that due to the nature of my departure, which was several accounts of domestic abuse, physical violence, and aberrant alcoholism, not to pursue any financial compensation or collect child support on the grounds that the essential need for our separation and cause of my departure was not negligence or abandonment, however, recovery and stabilization after our relationship ceased on 01/01/2017; He at the time also agreed to undergo care and treatment for his own deteriorated health, mental health, and drug/alcohol addiction, as well as anger management, to which it is unknown that he did seek treatment as stated. He was supposed to have been sober upon my departure in 2019, Howevers admitted that in 2023, He was sending our son to my mother for a fourth time (four times in four years), and that his alcoholism had again “ruined a lot of things”, and that he was seeking sobriety and treatment. Again, he was supposed to have been sober in 2019, when I departed, and was forced to leave my minor son in his custody after a physical altercation which was documented by the fairbanks police department, in which he took my house key, separated it from my car key, carved a mark into the side of my face, and threw me (physically) from the apartment, keeping my house key and locking my son and himself inside, then disappearing with my son for a short time, as I retreated to the women's shelter, and later to the hospital, where they recorded the injuries to my face, and evident marks and bruises due to strangulation, plus some other minor injuries from the assault, as described further below.



                Our final separation began after a physical assault (documented by the fairbanks police department, a case which did not continue to court because of my estranged Ex-husband's disappearance with our then two-year-old child— with the concern that my ex husband may have fled with our child under impending arrest for l domestic charges, of which the injuries and concurrent mental health impact I sustained due to the ongoing violence, negligence, and infidelity within the home we shared during my work hours, lead to hospitalization and investigation by the Fairbanks Police department; While at the hospital, I agreed to not press charges, as I was informed by the officers that because I was in the hospital, my son would go into protective custody; I agreed not to press charges so long as my child was found to be safe.

                The case was later closed due to inactivity, as due to further exacerbation of the abuse and harassment I continued to face in fairbanks after my hospitalization, which included stalking and multiple attempts and multiple threats on my life, attacks by alleged members of my ex husband's self-stated “criminal organization, which would have me killed and buried in the woods where no one would find me” He claimed that he belonged to a gang previously, but had never mentioned specifically “an organization” before, and has denied stating this since.

                I then quickly acquired a transfer through the corporation at which I was employed at the time, The Geo Group, as a Security Management Supervisor, to flee Fairbanks in fear of continued harassment and further attacks on my psyche, well being, and peace of mind. After relocating to Los Angeles with less savings than expected, before departing Fairbanks, my ex-husband had stolen a substantial amount of my cash savings, which was hidden in the residence; money that I was reluctant to keep in the bank, because he had a pattern and habit from stealing from my debit card account, using the ATM to make transactions or using as a credit to make purchase, after I had changed my pin— he would take large withdrawals or even spend extravagantly on food, clothes for himself, and video games.

                After a turbulent transition into Los Angeles, I struggled heavily, having abandoned a recently purchased vehicle that I intended to take to California, which was consequently repossessed due to my abandonment, was unable to secure a necessary second income; Having the eviction on my record from the apartment we shared during the time of the first violent domestic incident (2017) occurred, after which due as a direct result to the injuries I sustained during the brutal incident, which occurred in front of our then-two young infant sons—in which my ex husband, retreating from calling me a slew of malicious obscenities, then protested my reaction by flinging our then-nearly 2-month-old son onto the couch (he threw the infant, swaddled, onto the sofa) and proceeding to ‘lose himself' in a fit of rage, pinning me down, choking me by holding me by the neck, and punching me repeatedly, (about four of five times, drawing back each time while continuing to hold me by my neck, choking me) until he seemed to realize that I had or had nearly lost conciousness and could no longer scream, speak, or breathe– then letting me go—to which, upon having my neck released from his grip, I was able to stand up, however unrealizing how disoriented I was, quickly fell back down, smearing blood against the hallway walls–at this point realizing that I was bleeding heavily, collecting in a pool on the floor and having smeared against the wall and into my hands as I held them to my face, in an attempt to control the blood from pouring out– I became more shocked and scared, retreating at that point into the furthest corner of the apartment, the back bedroom–my ex husband chasing after me, attempting to keep me from the bedroom, which I ran into, attempting to close the door as he forcefully attempted to get in, pushing my body weight against the door and leaving more smears of bloody handprints on the door, and the walls surrounding the door, pleading with him to leave me alone—

                Meanwhile, our two young sons were unattended in the other room.

                As he persisted to apologize, he then started to ask repeatedly as to whether or not I would call the police, then springing into a rant about leaving, saying he was going to kill himself—stating “my mother told me to never hit a woman” (paraphrasing) “I'm going to kill myself”, then leaving the apartment, not returning for a number of hours. As I cleaned the bloody mess from the apartment, looking after our young sons, I urged him repeatedly through text not to commit suicide, and not to leave our two young sons without a father; once he was assured that I would not call the police, he returned to the apartment, and I proceeded to go to work, unrealizing perhaps how swollen and damaged my face was, before looking into a mirror—arriving at work, and taking photos of my injuries, sending them to my best friend, before deleting them, as my ex husband had in the previous months developed a habit of going through my phone; I did not report the incident to the police, however, my employer at the time took note of my injuries, and though she seemed eager to know what had happened, in fear, I relayed her procurements; as she left for the evening, leaving me with my duties, I found myself unable to preform even the simplest tasks, leaving work earlier than usual after abandoning my post, and being quickly apprehended and dismissed the next day.

                Having depended on this income, we quickly were burdened with the inability to pay the rent, and were subsequently evicted; it was due to this that upon leaving alaska, I could not arrange to lease my own apartment, and upon asking for help relinquishing the debt so that I could rent, I was told to pay for it myself; in the following years I rented rooms, worked in hostels, stayed with friends under the mercy of their charity or for exchange of cleaning/organizing slept in tents, at campgrounds, and eventually, even, in the back of my car, during which time I attempted to remain in steady contact with my son, however, mostly being ignored, sometimes for even days or weeks at a time—and though I had originally intended to take my son with me– the final physical attack (2019) by my ex husband prevented me from doing so, as he had physically, after strangling me, picked me up, using my house key to draw into my face after prying it out of my hands, and separating it from my car key—-carving intently into my face; then picking me up fully from the ground, and ejecting me from the household, without my glasses or my phone, tossing me out onto the portch (In Alaska, at the beginning of Autumn, where though snow had not yet fallen, the chill of winter had already begun) with no coat, no proper clothes, and only my car key, locking me out of the apartment. Upon arriving at the women's shelter, I was told that I should report to the hospital to document my injuries and call the police to collect my son, who could stay with me at the shelter. Upon doing so, I was informed that my husband and son could not be found, and that if I wished to press charges my son would go into protective custody, as I was under observation in the hospital and there was no other responsible party to care for him; I then agreed to not press charges so long as my son was found to be safe, which he was after some time.

                Between this time and the time that I was able to leave Fairbanks, the abuse and violence continued in attempts to use my deteriorating mental state, a direct effect of the trauma I had endured over the months and years that our relationship had grown violent, stemming from a discovery of the multiple accounts of infidelity and leading into a series of increasingly violent altercations due to my depression as a result of this discovery, my mental health was used to repeatedly attack and disarm me, inaccurately labeling me by my estranged ex husband as an unfit mother; though I had from the beginning had every intention of remaining my son's primary custodial guardian, at first verbally agreeing that I would keep our son 70% of the time, (School Days, Monday-Friday) with the other 30% belonging to my ex husband, including some breaks, weekends, and Holidays— we both agreed at the time, that it would be better for me, the more organized, capable, and energetic parent to have our son during the school week (Monday-Friday), and that my ex husband would take our son on weekends, some holidays, and school breaks;

                It was agreed from the beginning that neither of us would seek any financial compensation for the caretaking and responsibility of our son; and that for no reason should we seek financial support or obligation from one another.

                Though I had put it in writing before my departure, my ex husband had refused to sign the paperwork, before intentionally attempting to disable my personal, professional, and social reputation by manipulating traumatic events, such as masturbating in front of our son openly, watching pornography in front of our son (then two years old), disappearing for long periods of time and leaving our son completely alone, stealing from pools of money I had collected and saved in order to amicably separate and move (first attempting to move across town into my own apartment in Fairbanks so that we could co-parent, after which the attacks became frequent and incessant, manipulating events such as moving my belongings around, allowing other women to wear and take my clothes and personal belongings; in some cases women would leave her personal belongings in our then-shared space, disorganizing my personal effects while I was away at work, and a multitude of other low-brow manipulation in order to force me to cease the attempts to amicably separate, divorce, or care for my child. I had at first wanted only move across town, and not across the country, and though the time alone has given me the time to recuperate and grow by means of a career in entertainment, I have suffered far more greatly in the loss of family, companionship, love, and otherwise; I have not enjoyed any of this time, as my ex has proclaimed, but have spent a greater part of the last four years suffering, using music and physical activity as a means of therapy and coping with all of these great losses.

                In the years since our separation, estrangement, and imminent divorce, my ex husband has multiple times been unable to properly care for our son, which has resulted in the multiple prolonged arrangements to relay my son's care into the custody of my mother—on three separate occasions since my departure, my son has spent months in the care of my mother, from which I have been able to second-handedly care for my son, providing her with support, care packages, and considerable communication; my mother, Shawn Sharee Hotch, has taken immaculate care of my son in the wake of my ex hausband's inability to, which of course attributed to my own inability due to other extrenuating circumstances as outlined in this letter or otherwise; his time with my mother has always been prolonged, long term custody arrangements, in which my ex husband neither contributed financially or otherwise; in the care of my mother, it was discovered that Bearr was behind on medical obligations, missing shots, and was often sick due to hygiene and nutritional deficits—in the care of my ex husband, he had grown to be morbidly obese, and, has several timers stated in his own way his father's incompetence and repetitive neglectful behavior, admitting that he has oftentimes gotten into trouble because his father simply wouldn't wake up—.his troublesome sleeping habits also a factor in our older son's untimely death, my ex husband often failing to wake up to alarms or multiple attempts of waking by others or outside forces.

                It is to this effect, the multiple inconsistencies, ongoing neglect (for months and weeks not being able to contact or communicate with my son, only being able to freely and openly communicate with him when he is in the custody of my mother, at which I have supported her greatly over the years) that I do not owe child support to my ex, or owe repayment of the outstanding balances that are reflected in the procurement of my income now, or any further income, furthermore, as I continue on the path to recovery and wellness, having overcome undeniable hardships and adversity, I wish to pursue the entirety of my rights and responsibilities as a parent, not allocating any financial compensation to my abuser, however relinquishing the need to child support on anyone's behalf, besides my mother; I do not feel that under any circumstances that my ex husband should be soully responsible for our son, nor do I feel he can be trusted or responsible for unsupervised custodial responsibility, believing that due to his violence, alcoholism, and sleeping issues he should be at all times supervised by a ward of the state or child protective services in Bearr's best interest, and do feel that the violence and custodial obligations should be further investigated by the district attorney of the state of alaska, or wherever our discovery case should presume, in that nature, in order to protect my own safety, after multiple attempts and attacks on my life and my oiflvelihood, inclclusing stalking and death threats, that the new identity, which I was forced to take after being stalked online by my ex husband m long after my departure,which limited my ability to manuver as a musician and artist, that my new identity be kept private, and that the remainder of our divorce proceed on the grounds of complete anonymity, for my own protection and the sake of my career and well being, as I feel it is unsafe and unwise for my ex husband to know my new name, my current occupation(s), or my whereabouts, since our son has for the majority of the year been in the custody of my mother's care, during which time I have provided support and an open line of communication; I request that any outstanding balances, if concluded to still be considered “owed”be allocated to my mother, as she has had Bearr in her custody numerous times over years since our separation for extended periods of time. I believe that my ex husband actually owes support to my mother for the time our son has spent in his care; compensation for medical, nutrition, and hygiene, as well as clothes and school supplies, as my son completed kindergarten and continued into the first grade while in her care during which time she had provided her time and dedication to his well-being.

                I am requesting upon receipt of this document the discontinuance of any collection or procurement of financial gains for the repayment of child support until our divorce is finalized and a court ordered custody agreement is settled upon; as I have in this turbulent time of transition been greatly financially disadvantaged, with a great deal of my income, taxes, and all of my pandemic relief being collected and paid to child support, to which my ex husband has still allocated the care and responsibility for our son to my own family, to whom I have supported both financially and otherwise, sending care packages and otherwise showing mh capability and intent to my parental rights and responsibilities tk the best of my abilities. Any outstanding balance should be relayed to my mother, and I am requesting that all payments cease until the divorce is final and a custody arrangement is agreed upon.



                Please note that during the time which it has been stated or determined as a preliminary judgment that I owe child support, I was not allowed to speak with or communicate with my child by his father, who for months did not answer calls, only ever briefly responded to texts, and intercepted contact between myself and my child for weeks and months at a time, between 2020 and the present time, October 2023.

                Also note that during this time, a time of recovery from the outright violence and emotional abuse by my estranged ex, my estranged ex husband, Starr Michael Roberts knowingly and intentionally contributed to my continued homelessness, by refusing to help or pay half or even contribute to any of what was owed to a previous residence– the residence at which the first account of domestic violence and abuse took place, intentionally keeping me from being able to rent an apartment due to the shared eviction on my credit/background, while he was only abe to rent an apartment in Fairbanks, Alaska due to nepotism and “family connections”— He did this purposely as a targeted attack on my livlihood in retalation for my decision to permanently sever our relationship, with the understanding that this homelessness made it more difficult, and at times impossible to arrange to have my son Bearr with me so that we could share custody; the The obvious ntentions of his father [my estranged ex husband] was to keep him away from me as long as possible, and to sever our familiarity with one another–suggested that I should pay off the eviction myself and refused to help– though he was the soul reason for the eviction from the apartment, having contributed directly to the loss of my job and directly to the mental degradation and dysfunctionality thereafter as a direct result of the physical and mental injuries and trauma sustained during the first violent physical domestic abuse altercation; he refused to help pay to remove the eviction after first agreeing to help pay, or “pay it off when he got his taxes” He then reneged this, understanding the benefit of my absence was receiving a part of my income as child support, even after stating he “didn't need it” and that he was “making good money.” He seemed to thoroughly enjoy that I was in hardship and consistently homeless since my departure from Alaska; He literally laughed, knowing that the reason I was unable to secure an apartment and share custody was due to this eviction.

                At an extreme disadvantage, due to paying extraneous costs to continue working, often paying for hotels, air bnb, and hostels in the time since my departure from the abusive relationship, I was unable to remove the eviction myself—which with the court fees had nearly doubled its original balance, and had fallen into collections–however, I was at times working two full time jobs, or more typically, or one full time job and one part time job throughout the duration of our separation; sleeping on friend's couches, in a tent in state parks, in hostels, hotels, or air bnb's, or even for brief periods, in the back of my car–however, during the pandemic, the gyms (at which I would shower daily) closed, and I was unable to even obtain proper hygiene, which prompted me to take all I had earned and collected, and attempt to move somewhere more affordable, where I would be able to have time with my son; I settled at this point in coastal mexico, where I began DJing professionally, however, returning to the United States to work after nearly a year, at which point, again, due to this eviction, I became homeless. Though I have worked continually full and part time jobs since my return to the United states, I have still been yet to secure my own apartment, however–and am still technically homeless, having taken shelter in a women's facility, successfully changing my name and gender identity with the hopes that my estranged abuser does not continue to harass and stalk me– it was stated after a period of time living with a friend in Boston Massachusetts, that the reason I wasn't allowed to speak to my son was because my estranged ex-husband had seen a video posted to my YouTube account under the name which I had used at the time to pursue music (Sunni Blu), and after months of calling to no answer, after which I was made to fear that something was wrong, panicking and worrying for the safety of my child–my estranged ex-husband finally picked up, asking “Are you Sunni Blu?” Explaining that he had seen one of my videos, in which my male (platonic) friend appeared as a character in my ongoing series and concurrent podcast; I have since stopped making music under this moniker, after he told me that someone had showed him this video, and have presumed making music under other multiple aliases as not to continue to be stalked, tracked, or followed by he or anyone associated with him online; I have deactivated all social media accounts belonging to my previous namesake and identity, and am therefore extremely cautious about sharing my true legal name and whereabouts as I navigate my career and personal life–I have made numerous efforts to disconnect myself from my estranged and abusive ex, who has seemed to have taken ‘revenge' tactics against my wellness, wellbeing, and safety, first stating that he was ‘summoning demons' and using ‘Shamanic Magick”, which he later denied and claims he did not state–however, during multiple times over the course of the end of our relationship, he stated that I was under “control”, that he “belonged to a powerful organization that would have me killed and bury me in the woods where no one would find me”, and that I was “crazy”.

                After years of what seemed endless struggle, torture, and ridicule–the inability to rent an apartment leaving my life in dysfunctional shambles, I pleaded with my estranged abuser to file for divorce, which has me appearing as the defendant, however—this is only due to the fact that I was often homeless, living in my car, sleeping on friend's floors and couches, or paying outrageous prices and tourism taxes for hostels, hotels, and airbnb, to which, combined with the amount of child support I have already paid my abuser, has taken a majority of my earned and documented income over the past 4 years.

                Again, during this time I have been almost barred from my child's life when he is in the custody and ‘care' of his father, as he deliberately refuses to answer calls for weeks and months at a time over the last four years, since late 2019/Early 2020. He has forced me to worry, panic, and rile in concern and uncertainty–I have since learned to cope with the grief of becoming estranged from my son, not by choice, but by force.



                Starr Michael Roberts has agreed to dismiss the pursual of child support or any monetary compensation for the responsibility of Bearr Michael Rainn, currently residing in the full custody of my mother, Shawn Sharee Hotch, as he (supposedly, as stated) seeks treatment for anger management, and drug and alcohol abuse, which has since lead to the abuse and neglect of our son, Bearr Michael Rainn, leading to his placement in the custody of my Mother, Shawn Sharee Hotch in Las Vegas Nevada, where Bearr resides and attends school currently.

                Due to stalking, death threats, and ongoing mental and emotional abuse from Starr Michael Roberts, I have relocated, remaining in anonymity and seek to dissolve our marriage as quickly as possible so that I can move forward in continuing to pursue a career in entertainment, to gain financial independence with which I will be able to further protect myself, and recover lost time with my son.

                Starr Michae Roberts has verbally agreed that in the event of his sobriety and anger management treatment that if Bearr Michael Rainn is to be returned to his custody, that he shall presume 100% of the financial responsibilities;

                After becoming estranged from my abusive ex husband and son, I have been under extreme pressure to overcome homelessness, poverty, and debt with the crippling post traumatic stress and anguish caused by my abuser, Starr Michael Roberts, during our marriage— the physical effects of the violence against me are permanent; a raised scar where my teeth once protruded through my bottom lip, and an eye-shaped scar on the right side of my face are currently present, as documented by the Fairbanks Police Department and Fairbanks Memorial Hospital.

                His violence and abuse of drugs and alcohol lead to my homelessness starting in 2019 and ending in 2023; Bearr Michael Roberts currently resides with my mother in Las Vegas Nevada, where she will confirm I am in direct contact with her and Bearr and have shown numerous supportive efforts as I continue to rehabilitate my life and move forward.

                My estranged ex is the definition of toxicity; he exhibits a range of behaviors ranging from hygienic neglect, to emotionally abusive inclinations, such as (but not limited to) acute narcissism and verbal assault, psychological, emotional, and sometimes brutal physical torture.

                Over the course of our 8 year relationship, my ex's behavior escalated increasingly—albeit due to various environmental factors, however broadly exacerbated by the conditions of his admittedly continuous adultery and inability to control impulses.

                He admitted to openly courting, flirting with, talking to or even dating “hundreds of women” from the beginning of our relationship, to our initial separation in 2017; We then for the sake of our child[ren] reconciled our relationship shortly, ending it indefinitely in May of 2019. After a short lived stay at a women's shelter in fairbanks, alaska, I moved to a private residence, at which I continued to receive death threats and harassment from my now estranged ex husband. He stated several times that he “belonged to an organization [who will] kill you and bury you in the woods where no one will ever find you”.

                After receiving the incident report from the final domestic incident between my estranged ex-husband, and I, I am now reiterating with detail, the assault committed against me, in front of my infant son, who now resides with his father, though he should not.

                Though I had been arranging, saving, and packing to move for quite some time. ‘My efforts were repeatedly restricted, as my then-husband became outwardly envious of my ability to plan, save, and organize to move away from him entirely. I successfully secured a second job to supplement enough income to move independently from him; however, became increasingly frustrated at the several instances of theft, both in cash I had hidden—and from my debit card, which he would take while I was sleeping between jobs to spend frivolously, on numerous occasions.

                I had begun to apply for apartments, and purchased my own vehicle, which angered him deeply. He made numerous dents, scratches, and other cosmetic damage to my vehicle, by parking closely next to mine—then opening the door with extreme force to cause damage. The vehicle was eventually abandoned as I departed fairbanks.

                I openly communicated my plans to divorce him, agreeing to 70/30 custody; I would spend the week with my son, and he, the weekends. He agreed to this, and as I wished to remain cordial, be became inscreasingly agitated for the remainder of time I spent in the home.

                He began to play psychological games of mainipulation, such as abruptly slamming doors, cabinets, or throwing objects while I attempted to sleep between jobs; among the most prominent and troubling instances, his continuous neglect of our child resulted in a daily struggle of constant panic, fear, stress, and discomfort.

                Upon waking randomly one afternoon between shifts at North Star Center, I entered the living room to observe my ex on the couch openly masturbsting in front of our son, then two years old; my son, though not facing his father was also not entirely facing the television, but rather sideways; enough so that he could clearly see me enter the room, looking up at me—his father, watching pornography on his mobile phone, hurriedly tried to cover himself, as if I had not seen what had occurred.

                I do not believe this to be the first or last instance if this, as his babysitter at the time alerted me on multiple occasions that my son was touching himself inappropriately while in her care.

                I began to work more diligently towards independence and total separation, agreeing to still allow our son to be cared for at all by my ex husband, so long as he agreed to attend Alcoholics Anonymous, anger management, and therapy. He agreed, but never actually obliged in any self help or behavioral health, as he believes his actions, words, and behaviors to be fine—taking no blame or responsibility for his neglect, damage, and abuse as a father figure, or husband.

                Though our relationship always showed signs of emotional and psychological abuse from my ex—abuse which I could not see at the time as behavior out of the ordinary for married couples, until later exiting the relationship and reviewing what is to be considered abusive, manipulative, or dangerous behaviors by several professionals and immense research, undergoing recovery from the mental and psychological anguish endured over the course of our marriage. Though it is documented through medical records that I have in the past exhibited signs of several mental illness, my records will indicate, along with testimonies and statement from 5 witnesses that i had absolutely no hospitalizations for mental health issues or “serious episodes” before the first occurrence of serious physical violence, in spring of 2017–an incident never reported to law enforcement, as a resuming combination of fear, judgment, lack of support for my then two young children, in front of which the incident occurred.

                In the early spring of 2017, as I rested between shifts, my ex husband, who had lost his job entered my bedroom [we were already separated at the time, due to the recent discovery of multiple counts of infidelity over the course of our entire relationship, including before, and after our marriage, during and between both pregnancies, “taking a break” from cheating for a “short time” in the weeks leading up to and following our wedding. He eventually admitted to talking to, courting, or flirting with “over 200 women”, using a cellular phone which was paid for by my family, whose records indicated multiple texts from unknown numbers; his internet history and email showed a pattern of talking to women through personal classified ads. He admitted to accepting random sexual favors from “random women”, and even later, paying for sex.

                Although I had just fallen asleep, my ex insisted I help him with our sons before going back to work—I was still half asleep, but remember asking him to let me rest, as I only had a few hours before work. Angrily, he began to berate me—muttering fowl words about me, holding my nearly newborn son Bearr and calling me a “stupid fucking bitch”, before turning away—tired and frustrated, I tossed a small houseplant towards him, (not hitting him, but brushing his past him—which caused him to snap into an irate rage; he then threw my newborn son, wrapped in a swaddling blanket, onto the couch—

                As he snapped, I turned to run, but he caught me, holding me down as he punched me in the face repeatedly, until suddenly stopping, seeming to “realize” what he had done. He became instantly not remorseful, but fearfully apologetic. Running away, I could not coordinate my movements and fell several times, as he chased me back into the bedroom; I was bleeding heavily and severely enough from several parts of my face (my upper lip, my bottom lip, and my nose) that I left several splashes, spatters, pools, and smears of blood on the carpet, walls, baseboards, doorknob, doorframe, and door; I tried to shut myself into the bedroom, but he overpowered me enough to get though the door. He apologized profusely and asked me repeatedly not to call the police, not to report him. I could not stop from crying, and dropped globs of blood from my wonder mouth and nose.

                He then threatened to commit suicide and stormed out of the apartment, not returning for hours. I stayed, caring for our two young sons, one of whom is now deceased.

                Though I did not report to law enforcement the incidents of that day, I sent photos of my swollen lips, jaw, blackened eyes and nose to two of my close friends, who I confided in.

                Over the following days and weeks, I could not talk much, nor could I open my mouth to eat or drink. It was painful to open my eyes or move about regularly. I now accept fault for not reporting this to law enforcement, however, due to having two young children and absolutely no outside support at the time, had no means of improving immediately at that time, mainly due to financial constraints.

                My first hospitalization for mental illness came not long after this first incident; the previous instances of slapping, choking, pushing or shoving during previous fights had not occurred to me as being “abusive”, but normal, until after having exited the relationship for some time.

                Though we have remained separated since January of 2017, various attempts to reconcile for the sake of our children were made, however, the death of our eldest son in 2018 propelled our already chaotic marriage into more deeply troubling turbulence.

                After the death of our son, my ex-husbands father offered him and my infant son a plane ticket up to Alaska; however, he did not have enough airline miles for a third ticket; —my ex-husband volunteered to “go first” to Alaska, to establish support for our remaining son, since he has family and friends in Fairbanks, having grown up in Alaska; I agreed and started seeking out work to move towards flying to Alaska; I took work in a Hostel in California, and returned to acting to provide income, however, did not make enough to return to Alaska on my own.



                Due to a car accident during my time in California, my ability to work was significantly hindered; we briefly reconciled our relationship and I returned to Alaska in late 2018, securing a full time job by November of 2018 at North Star Center, where I eventually worked anywhere between 48 and 80 hours a week, often working 16 hour shifts multiple days in a row, or supplementary hours of overtime most days.

                Between 2018 and 2019, After multiple days arriving home to hygienically unsound conditions due to my ex's inability to maintain cleanliness and order, as well as two separate instances of traveling home from work to get something, and discovering my ex husband to be gone, leaving our son sleeping (once, he was awake, and alone), which prevented me from returning to work, unknowing when he would return: On one occasion, he did not return to the apartment until moments before I would have been scheduled to return from work; Had I not returned home for my phone charger, our infant son would have been alone for hours by himself. I began to become concerned about my son's well-being.

                We officially decided upon divorce, and I secured a second job at Good Cannabis (Fairbanks, Alaska) so that I could afford to move into my own apartment, across town.

                Deciding on a two-bedroom apartment Sophie Suites, I began to select furniture to purchase so that my son could have his own bed (as we had all three shared the same bed in a one-bedroom apartment); and I looked forward to my son having his own room. I began buying him clothes, shoes, and toys specifically for my new home, also purchasing several plastic bins to organize the materials and supplies I began to select for the new home—this began the steady decline of my treatment as a human being by my ex, who began to act heinously; he allowed several women over to the house while I was working, some of whom found it okay to leave with some of my personal items, such as clothes, makeup, hair products, and some hygiene products. He left the apartment trashed, and refused to clean up after himself, or our son. I would return to the apartment between jobs to strange women in my home, the sink full of dirty dishes, trash everywhere–and my personal things rifled through.

                Most days, upon returning from work, I would find him sleeping—the house in complete chaos, and our child, (then two years of age) awake, innocently playing as his father slept, sometimes into the early afternoon. By his diaper and appearance, it was clear to see that he had been awake for some time in the morning, and his father decidedly continued to sleep.

                This pattern of behavior was exhibited numerous times throughout our marriage; he often was reprimanded at several of his jobs for tardiness or absence, due to his inability to wake up to multiple alarm clocks, or even being woken up several times by another individual (usually myself), however, after the subsequent eviction from our previous residence due to the physical domestic violence incident, oftentimes as I worked one job or another (again, holding two jobs), my parents would be tasked with waking him up; a process which could take an indeterminate amount of time, which, though holding no grudges and having given my forgiveness for any f these cruelties, I truly believe to have partially factored into our eldest son's death, as he slept while it occurred—however, according to my father, who was watching the boys at the time, he woke my ex husband up several times, to which my ex replied “I'm getting up”, but never did—as my father retreated to watch his regularly scheduled programming. My son (now six) also recounts often getting into trouble because “my dad wouldn't wake up' he has stated during video chats in his time in the custody of my mother that “one time he almost died”.

                My estranged ex husband often used our son's death as an excuse to return to heavy drinking, still grieving, and mulling over the incident over and over. Our son (now six) tells stories of how his brother drowned, which indicates he himself may be in need of therapy. Although we had already shared in the loss of our eldest sons twin sister, he took the loss of our son harder; He is aware that he overslept as usual—as he showed obvious signs of turmoil regarding the issue, having a tendency to bring it up and refusing to seek treatment for the depression or anguish it caused.

                He began to paint a picture to those involved (law enforcement, doctors, nurses) of me as “sick” and “mentally ill”, however my actions, feelings, and behaviors were a direct result of the neglect, abuse, and eventual torture he inflicted using cruel words , multiple times in front of our child, who began to, as he got older, step in to “protect me” when his father got violent; He was often present during these violent outbusts, however, as I attempted to remove him from the home, was denied access, and entered the battered women's shelter alone

                In 2019, The final physical incident of abuse (as documented by the fairbanks police department) occurred in the early morning, as I attempted to re-gather all of the containers I had neatly organized and stacked, filling them with items purchased instances to stock my new home; after arriving home one day, I discover all of my newly purchased items to be rifled through, opened, missing, disheveled, and scattered among the apartment. Searching to find all my important items, I moved about the apartment quietly, as I had no intention of waking up either my ex husband, or my sleeping son. When I entered the bedroom, and looked about for an envelope I had placed a small sum of cash into, I saw that my ex had it tucked under his pillow—as I went to remove him, he immediately awoke, stating “what are you doing?” I demanded he give me my envelope—to which he refused we began arguing—he then took my keychain from me, prying it from my hands, taking off the house key, and carving into the side of my face. He then stated several times that he was “controlling demons”, and other salacious remarks which left permanent scars on my psyche and contributed further to my mental deterioration. I have since recovered, now understanding that the various mental health struggles that I was having were attributed directly to this abusive relationship; i now maintain an active lifestyle, which includes a clean raw and organic diet and also incorporates a daily gym regimen—this helps to offset the post traumatic stress disorder I have experienced, which includes but is not limited to the exacerbation of the multi-sensory perception disorder synesthesia and often presenting a misophonia due to the effects of post traumatic stress disorder (sensitivity to sounds), and an aversion to violence, such as the inability to watch certain programming which include heavy violence or fighting without the occurrence of flashbacks and induced panic attacks—the inability to watch or enjoy boxing or any other sport which might include punching, strangulation, etc. or any other sensitive subject matter.

                555-420-555-420-555-420


                fuck fame. I quit.

                28 min
              • [Pieces of Ū.]

                Sonny,

                I gotta let you go buddy

                I gotta let you know, honey

                Skinny girls follow me around all day.

                And I think of you

                Petite, about 5'e

                Two things I can't be

                Light skinned makes three

                Don't make me explain myself

                I spend every day in hell

                Still no kitchen

                Still running to catch up with you—

                But finally, I might get it

                I can't;

                Too many bad decisions,

                It isn't meant to be

                And if it was or is

                You'd be here with me

                So I let you go

                Gotta let you go.

                I'm a nobody

                With no home

                Probably all alone

                For the long run

                Don't worry

                Ain't nobody

                I gotta curse on me

                That way,

                Nobody loves me

                I ain't picking up no pennies

                No hope, cause I'm not skinny

                Got loops, but no synth

                Eye of Horus: been homeless since

                Nobody loves me

                Been homeless since

                Nobody loves me

                Been homeless since

                A curse on me

                I'm getting used to it

                I'm getting used to being alone,

                I like it, I promise

                Don't love,

                Cause then it ends

                It is what it is

                A genius mix

                But missing the prescription

                Read the description,

                Or inscription on the Rolex

                I'll probably still get him

                And stick it inlocker 115 in the women's locker room

                In Hell's Kitchen

                I ain't picking up no pennies

                No hope, cause I'm not skinny

                Got loops, but no synth

                Eye of Horus: been homeless since



                My ex had put a curse on me

                He carved the eye of Horus on me

                With a house key

                And I been homeless ever since

                And demons follow me

                So I guess it is what it is

                Ain't nobody but God

                Not forgotten,

                But love is

                I ain't picking up no pennies

                No hope, cause I'm not skinny

                Got loops, but no synth

                Eye of Horus: been homeless since

                Nobody loves me

                Been homeless since

                Nobody loves me

                Been homeless since

                A curse on me



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                59 min
              • [AtPLAY]

                I get sensory overload At Trader Joe's

                Look at the colors

                The clothes,

                This sure isn't queensborough

                Escalators for shopping carts

                I get it Manhattan

                I'll take my half BLVCK ass to the projects

                Where my kind are

                I don't belong here ,

                God you're intolerant

                I like this part of town

                But I'm way too brown

                And I dropped my crown at the market



                I should be jealous of everyone

                But I have learned my place

                I've been a slave since Hollywood

                I lost my son to the devil

                Now I pay child support

                And terrorist follow me coughing

                I'm wrong just for being born !

                You could start a war from it

                If that's what you wanted

                I'm a people watcher people watcher

                About to board the people mover

                People mover

                Slip,

                Here's the tell

                Slip, here's the tell

                I should have a bell around my neck

                I think she wanted a picture with papa

                I'm playin my own paparazzi

                Look mom, I bought a sacafagus

                There go them niggas with coughs again

                I been watching em

                Got binoculars

                I got oculus, for my oculars

                Look how hot he is, make me ovulate

                Man I gotta love it,

                Cause they love to hate

                Fucking racist crazies

                Have it your way



                I paid for it with my soul

                You hate but I love to love

                Somebody just got me fuckes up

                I don't have a book to run off of

                Shut up, honey.

                Now we're all up here

                Monkey in the middle

                Cause the middle one is weaker

                It's getting deeper and deeper

                Like the sinkhole that my sink is

                Let it sink in

                I've been syncing my secrets with demons

                In dreams sequences

                It's just a reparative injustice

                Kamasutra for your wondering words and stuff

                You can have it

                It's ruined anyway m

                Look at all this trash

                Look at all these classless classes

                Classwars,

                Racists.

                Everybody hates us

                The Asians,

                Latinx's

                The other niggas

                What being black is

                I'll write it in cursive

                It's just a curse, here

                So you can have it

                I'm moving to Heaven

                I'm packing my boxes

                I'm getting a cat, too!

                His name is Agustus

                He's a big one

                And I love him

                I just wanted a hug or a husband

                Instead I got nothing to trying my hardest

                And got for a bargain at target some coffee

                For being a targeted body

                All on an algorithm

                I guess I'm just useless.

                A dumb nigger demon

                Did I just offend you?

                Then you shouldn't be reading this either

                I wrote it for pleasure

                (Or pain)

                On the one

                Or the two

                Or the one

                Or the two

                I could do a lot with this $20.

                I could spend it all on

                Fuck all of you

                I'm moving to Heaven

                Where the heart it

                She's not harmless

                She's a terrorist—

                And I'll kill her, too

                Look how right she is

                Look how white she is,

                Huh

                Regardless of color

                It's a race war

                Lil biiiiitzzz

                Yooo, fuck New York.

                In every hole.

                In every crevice.

                Fuck this place.

                It's racist—

                Not just cause I'm black.

                Like statistically.

                It took a whole ass apartment elsesrch to feature this out.

                I was like “I wanna live in Manhattan”

                Everyone was like

                “NOOOOOOOO—-“

                Haha

                “Nooo, no.”

                I was like

                “Why not?”

                The blacks were like:

                HAHA

                The whites were like—

                *COUGHS OBNOXIOUSLY*

                New York is so racist.

                It is statistically the most diverse—and most segregated city in the nation

                At the same time.

                WHAT.

                How do you even DO that?

                But it's true, at this point, the black people are like—fuck this, we'll just stay over here, and over here.

                And the rich whites are like

                YES. KEEP THAT SHIT, OVER THERE.

                Cause if you've ever been to the ghetto.

                It's some SHIT,

                It is NOT COOL.

                I finally got my ‘night card' back.

                Had it revoked in california .

                I was almost a whole valley girl.

                I still eat exclusively at Whole Foods.

                Trader Joe's.

                But NO. Now i live in the hood.

                It's fucking disgusting.

                I can say ‘nigga' again.

                Cause it's NIGGAS.

                Lots of niggas.

                I'm telling you. It's night and day!

                The white folks trains smell like bleach—

                Ammonia.

                The lack folks train smell like a McDonald's.

                WHAT.

                Or just—

                Vomit.

                I can actually count the number of times just—

                Vomit—-

                On the train.

                Or.

                Dookie.

                Yes. Human feces.

                But I'm ready to go to midtown and it's like the train that goes around Disneyland.

                Families!

                People singing!

                Hey—cotton candy!!

                —and I didn't have to pick it!

                Haha!

                Fuck New York.

                Racist ass HOLE.

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                1 hr 1 min
              • [[Devil All Day]]

                ‘Ugh, I have too much to do'

                I needed a new pair of consumer headphones anyway to test my mixes and new tracks in, but I didn't think I would need them so much as put them on a low priority shopping list, or secondary wish list—but the time had come for otherwise, as though I would normally find something so unfortunate as leaving my only remaining pair of headphones on a bus which rotated out of service too quickly for me to have noticed that I had left the. Behind

                Tell ‘em

                20 at a time, till I get me a push

                20 at a time, till I get me a Moog

                20 at a time,

                Can't burn no bush

                20 at a time

                Tell ‘em 20 at a time

                She not even mine!

                She lyin

                Cone on mane,

                I'm a lion

                Motherfucker try me

                Motherfucker try to speak

                I got marks of beast

                It's three on three

                and we on pre war

                Like history

                Building be like 50 stories

                I'm not sorry

                Need more things;

                I need more 20s

                Tell ‘em

                20 at a time, till I get me a whip

                20 at a time, till I get me a coupe

                20 at a time,

                Can't burn no bush

                20 at a time

                Tell ‘em 20 at a time

                Spend two hundred at **** on fitness

                When I look like this already

                Spend 350 at Equinox

                Initiation.

                Health is Wealth

                It's all important

                Shea Butter Imported

                Intercontinental

                Forged from Earth is mother

                For four months worth

                Is 20

                [sample: pork soda]

                20's 20's 20's!

                Tell ‘em

                20 at a time, till I get me some new shit

                20 at a time, till I get me a Stu

                20 at a time,

                Can't burn no bush

                20 at a time

                Tell ‘em 20 at a time

                Tell ‘em

                20 at a time, till I get me a Push

                20 at a time, till I get me a Moog

                20 at a time,

                Can't burn no bush

                20 at a time

                Tell ‘em 20 at a time



                Dark—Shades

                Gotta protect my eyes

                Can't see your bullshit

                The Devil outta hades

                And he follow me

                In the form of haters

                No Brainers and

                Whatever the fuck that thing is

                (I hate her)

                She a demon

                But I made her up

                Just to throw the flame at her

                Imm famous

                Look at my shades

                Gotta hide my eyes

                Look at my shades

                Gotta hide my eyes

                They got light in em

                All I think about is getting fit

                Doing dips and

                Shitting on my competition.






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                33 min

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