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You went to fame school.

Yah.

With Skrillex.

[Supacree is a Skrillex]

Yah.

—?!

What!?

Nobody goes to fame school—

Wut.

—with that guy!

Wut.

Seriously, Cree.

What is your life??

—?! Wait, what?!

Yeah, bitch!

Skrillex was your PROFESSOR!?

Lol n0o0ooo. I had Deadmau5z.

awhat.

And Armin.

Armin Van Buuren?!

Ya.

And—

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN

vs.

SUPACREE

-_-

—__^

*_-

^__\

\__/

*_*

><

…

—-__—-

Ok.

Alright.

Show me what you got.

SUPACREE plays a beat.

You know where this is going.

We all know where this is going.

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN

that was OK.

“OK”?!

Yeah. *shrugs* OK.

You know what—

You know what it needs?

…what's it need?

—-more cowbell.

I beg your pardon.

Please, don't beg.

It was perfect.

It was OK.

You're not OK.

—maybe I'm not.

You're definitely not.

—know what helps?

Don't tell me:

More fucking cowbell.

‘This is dead Skrillex'

I couldn't have been the only person to have realized the change in his music was drastic l—an now that I was no longer afraid to do my research, I was putting together a picture from conclsion I had already drawn long ago—his problems with alcohol, connections with women, and the other darknesses otherwise unseen to the general public that had come to me in dreams and visions consistently in the years since our ‘meeting'. It seemed as so that he may have been as miserable on his own birthday as I was, and though late and also somehow just in time, I had discovered a string of tweets that had confirmed that everything I knew in totality to be true; the darkness in his music, a result of grief and inner struggle—the cost of fame and fortune's weight having removed the broad spectrums of color and elegant, blissful, animated and moving motions in his music; it wasn't that it wasn't beautiful any longer, just darker—as if something was lost, and, as I had assumed, the cancelled shows and shadows of the staged Skrillex seen at the surface, a mere crying glimpse of the real Sonny that for whatever reason was psychically attached from my soul.

That's because he doesn't have Skrillex. I have Skrillex.

Yeah, I know.

You should probably give it back.

I would if I could!

Maybe that's why he followed me to New York.

You really think he wants this thing back?!

Wouldn't you?

I mean his new music is OKAY.

JUST OKAY?!

KIDZ: THIS IS AWESOME.

You brats are brainwashed.

Sonny and I must have died around the same time—otherwise, ‘how would it make sense for any of it to have happened the way that it had?', I thought.

And for not the first time, but perchance a rare second, I considered that perhaps whatever I had been experiencing with him, had happened also to him, but with me—

During THE LOVERS QUARREL, PETRUTHEIO deals a deadly and near fatal blow by dagger, pericibg through her armor— SIR JYRE, who has just exited a deep state of meditation in which he was gifted a VISIONARY FORESIGHT, which allows him to have seen the result of c'ESME'T AND PETRUTHEIO's premarital consummation; the conception of a child, and heir to the throne of the UNITED KINGDOMS OF ASCENCIA

The UNITED KINGDOMS OF ACENCIA?!

It's a working title. Idk what to call this place.

We'll see.

Well, the aignifigance of that character sure has worked himself in overtime.

Well, of course,

I had the dream walker's eyes on my wall,

But hadn't fathomed the actual

WHOOPI GOLDBERG.

What are you doing?

FLASHBACK approx 2003:

APPLBEES is having an ART AUCTION.

Lol.

MOM

You can have anything you want from here.

YOUNG SUPACREE

Anything? Really?

MOM

Yes.

YOUNG SUPACREE

Hmm…

[selects an autographed photo of Whoopi Goldberg]

MOM

That's what you want?

YOUNG SUPACREE

Yeah.

WHOOPI GOLDBERG

You were a weird fucking kid, you know that?

SUPACREE

Yeah. I know.

CUT TO: ASCENCIA

SIR JYRE

Her life must be spared.

She is immortal and therefore would again be born.

But—her body.

CUT TO:

HEAVEN

SUPACREE

I'd like to marry these two songs, please.

GOD

Hmmm.

Yesterday>< Yesterday

GOD (CON'T)

Ask Johnny Lennon.

SUPACREE

ok.

CUT TO:

LIZ LEMON IS VERY DRUNK

Look, I don't know what they told you about me, but—

You should not do this.

This series is strange.

CUT TO:

JOHN LEGEND is on a mushroom trip.

WELL, WELL, WELL.

Wtf is this

Watch this.

Lol did I ever write that scene about being Chrissy Tiegen's Emotional Support Animal?

I might have. Idk

Sorry I'm late.

You look nice.

I always do.

-

Beans and rices

Yup.

Again.

Yeah. But only cause it rhymed.

Don't get cocky.

Ooh.

This isn't over yet.

*working our furiously*

What is WRONG WITH YOU?!

What isn't wrong with me?! Look at these flutes.

Ooh.

*glutes.

Oh my GOD.

GEOFF.

WHAt!'n

WhaT IS HAPENNING RIGHT NOW.

I'm-

Tittles.

I DONT KNOW.

It's an OCEAN OF//

DONT SAY IT

“An Ocean of DONT”

Nobody is safe.

Don't touch me!

I wasn't touching you!

Don't think about touching me!

Stop—using your telepathy.

I'm always using my telepathy.

Please don't do this.

Don't do what.

If you touch that girl, we'll kill you and your entire family.

Family? I don't have a family.

You do now—

What's that mean

[the man slams down a stack of papers onto the table between them.

—congratulations.

—?!

You're getting married.

Is this a contract?

It's an arrangement.

It's a contract!

The choices we make are the choices we make.

I'm not signing this.

WHAT'D HE DOOOOO?!

WHATD'D SHE DOOOOOOOO?!

WHAT DID I DO?!

WHAT DID THEY

nice socks.

NO DICKSTRACTIONS,

Ugh.

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Diplo.

What.

Get over here.

What happened.

What?

I need you to do something for me.

What is it?

Does it matter?

Kinda.

Look.

I'm gonna buy you an entire closet full of weird shorts.

Ok.

Just so I can watch you walk around in them.

Ok.

AN EVEN MORE TERRIFYING, EQUALLY AS DESTRUCTIVE—

(If not more)

—DRAGON HAS DESCENDED UPON…

Where is this,

“Earth”

*DRAGON SCREECHES*

GODDAAAAAMMMNNNNN!!!

This dragon might be worse than the first dragon!

*Eats Entire BASSCON STAGE*

This is definitely worse.

*TOTAL ABSOLUTE CHAOS*

BASSCON! Are we at EDC!?

*DRAGON*

Well, not anymore.

:Pause

Huh

Where's Timmy trumpet

SUPACREE

Double pause!

SUPACREE!!!

SUNNÏ BLŪ

wouldn't that just be restarting the track.

SUPACREE

NO.

SUNMÏ BLŪ

Ugh.

Ū

I smell a mashup, where is it?

ITS OVER HERE.

Go grab it, I'll wait here.

What! I gotta man the decks.

MAN THE DECKS.

Oh shit, it's pirates.

JACK.

Captain…

SIR JYRE!

Your majesty?!

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN

so who wants to actually try it?

What's his name again?

LEONARDO DICAPRIO

I'm good.

Oh, this is what this has to do with that…

JOHNNY DEPP

I'll try it.

LEONARDO DICAPRIO

Are you crazy?!

JOHNNY DEPP

No…

[sniffs cocaine]

(Easter egg: jerry smith is in the background$

JOHNNY DEPP (CONT'D)

Now I'm crazy.

put me in.

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN

Alright.

Christ.

Now I gotta watch Inception AND Tenet.

Yep.

Nice, here she comes.

When?!

TONIGHT .

I have shit to d—

DEADMAU5

Go to sleep.

K.

Cant stand to see you twisted,

I'm a pyromaniac;

Plan to see you lifted

I'm in pain, a chain reaction—

I mismanaged a damaged actors pan;

The plan was actually a disaster,

After that, I might have laughed

Hadn't it been my last can of

Garbanzos

SUNNI.

)&2&;@2@2$

YOU ARE OUT OF CONTROL.

SUCK MY DICK.

AGHHJJJ.

Well. TMZ is here.

This is a disaster.

NEXT, WE LEARN:

THE

Oh my God.

WhT.

This is probably the worst thing I've ever written.

Not the worst.

Nope: this is the worst.

Maybe it's just bad on paper.

It's bad no matter how you —

CONTROL, JANET PRIVACY.

Here.

Wtf is this.

LEGENDS:

FAME SCHOOL

You don't have to tell me nothing,

I pull up and hit the button,

I'm about the some lunch

and pass the duchie

Motherfucker call me Sutton I'm the govenor;

Not dissin on your mother but I'm lovin her,

McMuffin out the oven and I'm stuffed

Uh—what?

Bruh.

Hit the button

Hit the button

Hit the button

Hit the button

Hit the button

You don't have to tell me nothing

I pull up and hit the button

I pull up and hit the button

Mickey Mouse, you're Donald duckin it,

I'm somethin something somethin with my cousin

With the plug in and it's —-uhhhh—-

lavender scented,

Never vanilla, imma killa

Laying beats and making Skrilla

Furrealluh

I pull up and spin for like a minute

You don't have to tell me nothin I just—

Hit the button

Hit the button

Hit the button

Hit the button

Hit the button

I'm a super star rapper,

If anyone asked—

I live in a mansion

I'll Janet Jackson on your ass,

You ain't even have to ask,

I'm an assassin

Captain Jackin

Cracker jacks and a

Idk what I was about to write here, but—

SHAQ: YOU FUCKED UP.

I DID NOT.

YOU CERTAINLY DID.

I CERTAINLY DID NOT- NOT IF YOU'RE SAYING IT.

AGH.

*LIFTS*

DON'aT KILL ME.

I'm not going to kill you—

Okay.

Someone else is going to kill you; I'm simply the best mode of transportation available.

*beast mode of transportation available*

Lol

What are you doing?!

Opening a portal.

WHAT. To WHERE.

I don't know—

What?

Drop the bass.

I most certainly will not

DROP THE BASS!

OK!OK!

PUSH THE BUTTON.

OK—JESUS CHRIST.

SUPACREE drops the bass; a portal opens.

Put me down.

I'm afraid not.

I'm just afraid.

I almost liked New York.

I did. Too much.

Then: you know what happened?

I got to a ‘The Bronx.'

UNH.

It was gross!

Take it back!

Throw the whole thing away.

Yuck.

Fuck The Bronx.

And If you're from The Bronx: fuck you.

Go fuck your self.

Gross.

Pick up your trash.

Ugh.

Now THAT reminded me of LA.

Gross.

The whole thing is the hood.

I was at the laundromat,

And I was sitting on top of the washing machine so I could watch my clothes dry and hypnotize myself into getting out of the Bronx

Yeah

And this little guy:

He's three years old.

He looks up at me, and he's like

“Wow! How'd you get up there?!l

And I told him

“I'm a superhero!”

And he says

“You're a superhero?”

I said,

“Yeah”,

He says

“No, you're the bad guy!”

I said,

“Are you sure?”

He's like

“Yeah!”

I'm like

“If you say so!”

You know if a 3 year old tells you you're the bad guy;

You're the bad guy.

I'm like

“Damn, even he knows”

Then again,

He is a tiny black man;

So of course I'll this is probably just his foresight coming in.

It fucked me up a little bit.

I'm thinking

“Trust me dude, in 20 years—

You're the bad guy I promise”

I'm not being racist.

It's just at this age,

The hard thing about being a jaded, nearly middle aged woman just peaking the peak of her prime and still single—

I'm like,

“Dang. All dudes just—cheat. This is what they do.”

So I'm ruined.

I'm looking at a group of like 14 year old boys like

“YOU HEARTLESS FOOLS.”

Lol

I saw this couple of kids on the bus; they had to be in like middle school

It grosssed me out so much my stomach hurt

They were making out;

I'm like “gross”

The kid was like 15, but super tall so it looked weird; but you could tell he was still a kid, cause he had braces, but he was like 6 feet tall. Fucking weird.

The girl might have been like 12-13–but she hadn't hit her growth spurt yet so she looked 8

I'm like

“Fucking gross”

And they were Latina,

So you know—

She might just stay that size forever.

I'm like

“Ew!”

They're all lovey docey, kissing and shit

I'm almost 30c they look like literal children

I had to turn my head

It grossed me out cl.

But I'm looking at these kids and I'm trying to fuxkib telepathically tell this little girl :

RUN AWAY. HE WILL IILL YOU.

He's probably already talking to at least 90 other girls on Twitter right now!

Run away!

He'll fuck you UP.

That's what they do.

So yeah, I see like toddlers now and I'm like

Damn, you're ao cute now,

You're gonna grow up to burn bodies!

I look at how young innocence just gets shattered:

It's so sad.

Have you ever seen a toddler twerking?

Fucking disgusting. Gross.

Little kids in bikinis?! What's that for?!

Stop that shit.

People like to forget there's nasty people out there.

So Supacree's a comedian, now?

In one dimension, yeah!

(Or several of them.)

This bitch

That bitch.

Oooh--that bitch

This bitch is about to--

She's really going to

Oh yeah, I remember!

She did do that!

She did.

She did do that.

No, she didn't!

But she DID.

____AND DEN____

Yo, fuck this shit.

Yeah.

We gotta go.

Go. Go where?

Hm.

Where.

I don't care where.

Ooh, fuck this shit.

But this shit's free.

It's not free; we're paying in energy.

Vampires

I can't take it!

[jumps out of window]

Oh, fuck.

(Don't worry, she comes back later)

What's “Later”?

[Later.]

Oh, you're back.

Yeah, well--we're on the ground floor

High rise.

Sounds nice

Oh. Lets go there.

I want to go to there

Pick up your face , Liz Lemon.

Pick up your room: What the fuck happened in here?

What did happen.

Come on, dude. We gotta go.

I am not going to do this. I'm not going through this.

We have to do it.

This isn't--

Get in, you're already wasting my time, and I hate it--I hate you. Get in the car.

I'm not gonna get in a car with you, after you just told me, you hate me.

Get in the car.

I'm not getting in your car!

It's not my car; Just, get in!

No! I don't know what the fuck is about to happen.

I do. Get in the fucking--

Wait, he does?

I already told you, Dillon's been in this shit for a minute. Nobody takes this guy seriously, but hes a fucking legend.

I get it

You don't get it; He's a legend.

Did she see the--?

Yeah?

And did she listen to the---?

She did...and...Chak Chel?

Eh?

I'm not proud of what we did.

I see.

But it was beautiful, magnificent.

Oh, fuck--what happened to Dillon?

He's...incapacitated.

I see that.

Yeah. Everyone can see that.

What happened to him?

I wasn't there. I didn't go over there.

Yes you did--I saw you go over there!

I didn't go over there.l

Yes you did, I saw you--

What happened over there?

Uh, over where?

Over what?

Wait. Go back.

Back...WHERE?

...to that.

What.

That last thing.

Which. Last. Thing.

That--

UGH.

Now, what are we gonna do?

I guess we just die here.

I had a dream,

I got everything I wanted.

LOL.

That spaceship had to be long gone.

Long gone.

I mean, by the time it hit my planet, I don't even know if the lifeform inside was aware she had been saved.

I WAS HAPPY IN MY SPACESHIP

It. Landed.

Why are you drunk at 10 AM.

There's no 10 AM on this planet.

Well, it's 10 AM. I'm serious.

Dude.

What?

What happens when you actually, accidentally starve yourself to death on one of these fasts.

These aren't just fasts--they are quests.

These quests are getting intense.

I'll tell you what's intense

How about, don't mention it.

She didn't mention it.

Not even a hint?

Mm-mm.

No

Say again.

No thank you.

Excuse me?

I don't repeat myself, you heard me the first time. It's simple.

But--

You asked. I said no.

But...we already knew the answer was yes.

Oh, you did/?

...Yes…?

When did you last see Skrillex?

Like, in the flesh?

Like--yeah--forreal.

I don't know

You don't know.

I really don't know!

Agh--great, dude

FUCK THIS SERIES.

Oh shit, he does have magic

Look at that.

That's fancy.

REALITY QUAKES.

Oh shit. What happened.

HE DROPPED THE--

No, wait--go back--

...to what?

I thought that reality shattered.

Which one.

The one with Skrillex in it.

Which Skrillex

Any of them.

NO, NO, NO--!!!

Calm down

GET HIM--AWAY from HERE.

Oh.

I'm SERIOUS. GET HIM OUT OF HERE.

Okay

Wait, what did we--

RUN.

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-U.

Hate to admit it,

But I'm still in love with you

Guess you're locked up

But I'm stuck, it's so miserable

I hate to say it,

But you're gonna break my heart

I guess I'll play it,

You're really a work of art

Hate to admit it;

But I'm still in love with you

I'm still stuck out here

There's no getting comfortable

I hate to say it,

But you're gonna break my heart

I don't deserve you,

Cause you're just a work of art

Hate to admit it, but

I'm still in love with you

Hate to admit it, but

I'm still in love with you

Hate to admit it but

I'm still in love with you

Hate to admit it, but

I'm still in love with you

Hate to admit it

But I'm still in love with you

There ain't nobody,

I just wanna be with you

I hate to say it,

But you really broke my heart

Nothin to do left but sit here and fall apart

Why is supacree such a spaz

You can't say spaz

Fine why is she so “edgy”

You're clumsy and lazy

WHAT' no I'm not

SKRILEX

SUPACREE!

SUNNI BLU / Supacree

GET AWAY FROM ME LITTE GIRL

A BEAUTIFUL DRAGON peacefully rests, sleeping.

Hm.

Day by day (godspell) >< speed trials on acid

X

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-U.

Work it//boy oh boy//RATATA

RATATA/TATATA

Didn't I already do this?

Hmm. There's gotta be one more.

Maybe I don't know.

Who cares!

ALRIGHT, THATS IT.

Calm down, man.

NAH. GET THE FUCK OUT MY BASEMENT.

What the frick?!

GET OUT — NOW.

*meanwhile*

INTERMISSIOn

Oh shit, what the fuck happened at intermission?

Or, rather—

What the fuck didn't happen at intermission.

I'M GONNA KILL YOU, MOTHAFUCKA.

Damn, she's scary in a New York accent

AGGGHHJHHHJJJJJJJJJJ.

When's the fight.

Whenever it is.

NEXT UP:

DILLON FRANCIS HOT SAUCE BITCH SLAPS THE SHIT OUT OF DIPLO.

UGH.

Dude, this show is violent.

When's Beyoncè coming?

She's already here.

What?! Where at?!

With the whippets people.

What, are you serious?

What. No. Beyoncè doesn't do whippets!

I said she was *with* the whippets people… not at it with them.

What is her deal with the devil, anyway?

THE ILLUMINATI

just sign here.

BEYONCÈ

just a minute.

BEYONCÈ

Sign this for meZ

THE DEVIL

Why?

BEYONCÈ

just do it.

THE DEVIL

…mmkay.

z.X hehe.

I TOLD YOU BEYONCÈ WAS SKRILLEX.

?? Wait.

Yes.

If beyoncè is Skrillex, who is the devil?

. . .

CHAK CHEL

Dillon, I need to tell you something.

—what is it?

CHAK CHEL

I've been seeing somebody.

—k, that's gross.

CHAK CHEL

You're gross, Dillon; I'm actually making you less gross just standing in your proximate location.

DILLON FRANCIS

—k, that's weird. You're sounding—younger.

CHAK CHEL

I told you, I've been seeing somebody.

DILLON FRANCIS

Ew—just—stop

CHAK CHEL

can't stop, Dillon—I stop, the whole world stops; you remember the last time that happened?

DILLONNFRANCIS

…no…

FLASHBACK

THE ENTIRE WORLD STOPS SPINNING ENTIRELY

HUMANS/BUILDINGS FLY OFF

*INSTANT EXTINCTION*

ANIMALS: cool.

ORHER ANIMALS: so fucking cool.

MORE ANIMALS: so we can talk again

ANIMALS: yeah we can talk again

OTHER ANIMALS: the humans are gone now.

Wait, wouldn't the animals fly off, too, at that speed?

UNDERGROUND ANIMALS: no.

Birds: hahahaha—holy shit.

Insects and things: hm.

We have to be careful how we're going about this thing,

She's calling all our bluffs

And seeing all our signs,

And past them, even

Reading between the lines,

And even blurring them a bit,

And everything we leave, she finds

3 steps ahead, but still behind

And colorblind is just a word we use

To keep divided

But

She finds it every time

GAGA

…28…29…

you might be taking this assignment a bit too seriously.

She lowers the rim of her dark tinted glasses by the frame to stare deeply into his eyes/ soul

No, I'm crushing it, actually.

First rule of improv: never say no

NO.

This isn't improv—this is strategy.

NO.

Fuck, man.

What's up, dude

I gotta hump something.

I feel you.

—I don't think you do.

It's okay, man. We'll get you some pussy.

I'm more of a dog person.

You're funny, man.

Yeah, fuckin hilarious.

SUNNI BLŪ

FUck bro.

9@-6c

I guess we gotta—

DIPLO.

HEY—

Ugh.

What.

It's this dude.

DIPLO

—HEEEEY—

No, Dipshit, get the fuck outta here.

ITS *diplo.

Yeah I don't give a fuck, go away.

THE FEDS AND SKRILLEX

Lol what's this storyline

That's like-the main storyline; the whole thing.

THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES INVITES SKRILLEX FOR DINNER.

This is bad.

YO,

Uh oh.

WHERE'S THE OTHER HALF OF THIS ALBUM.

—was it an album?

It was half an album…

Presumably, if Anti-Everything was technically finished in entirety two years ago.

I am any man with eyes;

I see the beauty in her lines

—and every lie I am defiles her,

Which defines me,

As I am

By design

I'm not violent

Kinda

But would you mind it

If I find ya

Handsome so I ride it

Aggressively

Oh yes indeed it's just a tease

You're stressing me

I need replied for sexual repression

(Your flesh on me)

I'm in a rush

In flushing queens

To see evil knifes thrown by evil king

I forgot I queued you up;

All that love I sent

Somebody probably went and

Booed you up

I'm too screwed up

Too screws loose, abused and such

Just booze for brunch

No captain crunch

Just jack without the crack and such

Fuck.

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-U.

In the fourth season:

Joel uses Deadmau5, and MC music programming to hack The Grid and bring S Ū P A C R E E through the ascended realms and into Workd of Musuc, an a ended dimension where fame & fortune meet lost souls and kínderes spirits through the vibration of creative energy— S Ū P ACREE, a friend of the dead and the lonely beside them, learns to use her powers to shift quickly through the outer realms—now fleeing from, but never escaping—

SKRILLEX—

(And let's just be honest, nobody really knows what's going on with him—even him—)

Oh. Except for DILLON FRANCIS, who is arguably a straight up psychopath.

I like that.

You're a psychopath.

At this point.

Aren't we all.

Troche.

INSOMNIAC continues rounding up Psychonauggts, sending specially gifted individuals to be trained by The Bampheramphs—

CC/CHAL and CC STONE meet for coffee daily, as THE MEXICAN SKRILLEX wreaks havoc

ANANDAR, The Bampheramph Master, captures SUPACREE—revealing itself as I AM, SUPACREE; ANANDAR, a messenger carrying encryptions through both the lower and higher realms, befriends BLŪ after THE MEXICAN SKRILLEX torments and tortures her toa desperate panic and near-suicide attempt—

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-U.

Suddenly, I was warm all over—I looked around the room for a heating vent or whatever air duct might be responsible—there was nothing; it seemed to be coming from me. I was radiating all of a sudden, but unlike any way I had before…I wasn't happy at all, I'm fact, I was irritated, standing in the lobby of the women's shelter, already having jumped two trains and a bus from Brooklyn to The Bronx, and still needed to return back for my things. Some of which weren't even allowed in the facility, my turntables included, and…

Every single woman who had entered the the unit in the time I had been in the entryway was black, as well as the workers, he pecking in harsh new work accents that not even the hypnotic sounds of progressive house could seem to soothe, nor could anything else. I had chosen obstinately not to be so much Kike my mother that it had landed me here—not that an attempt to have become her hadn't, my broken body mind and soul more easily discarded rfabbm mixt, at least by my standards. And still, while I hadn't seen the inside at all, I had spent the better part of the month I gad been trapped in New York training for whatever war it was we were all supposedly on the brink of—and there had to have been one, as no matter he fat I seemed to push it for no my mind the divides between us all, I was being constantly reminded, the bitter and pungent taste of the cruel winter still sparsely on the tip of my tongue, and at the gap of my teeth, a reminder that perfection was merely a stones throw away, a leap in bounds to, over. or off of the arches off success—whatever made sense, or came first.

Why are you writing in ‘Johnny Dell's voice?

Because, he's a good narrerator.

Johnny Depo narroratoed my book?

THE DEVIL

If you ever finish it

CC

I'll finish it.

SUPACREE

What is “if”?

Lil biiiitzzz

Is it weird that I'm still mad at Jay z for cheating on Beyonce?

No?!I know I'm not the only one!

How weird is that.

They're like Jay Z!

I'm like

Ah.

They're like m

Beyoncé

I'm like YAAAAAAAS!

They're like,

Rihanna

I'm like,

Ah.

Is it strange that beyoncè can forgive Jay z but I can't?

That's weird, right?

That's weird.

He spun the stars upon the wall,

—Like scattered glasses they shattered

Just to see my eyes in love,

I laughed…

and gasped at this fantastic,

Grandiose establishment of circumstance

And wondered what would happen next

But couldn't seem to grasp

The Heavens' plans

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

I got water in my lung,

But no more blood runnin through my veins

Read between the lines,

Stay the fuck outta my lane

I am the greatest.

I am the champion

I retain information

You are the lamest

This is my game

And you are just playin it

You pay for the playlist

I prayed for the A list

And finally I made it

—finally I made it

—finally I made itX

-Sunnï Blū.

FLASHBACK: SEASON 4

Anandar ran off with the acid;

Now I can' stand a man, or a hammock,

I've been abandoned,

like the rancid banana I fancied as

handed me alaught,

Call it black magic

I'm passive, it's your aggression

I'm just regressing, stressing lessons

Please let me out

I just don't knowhow,

Wow

Now i'm out of the box

Like: Watch this:

It doesn't have a body, but it does tricks

it wrote this

It's so blissful,

In ignorance;

It is, but it isn't

It wasn't typed up,

It was handwritten

Man is mismanaged, it's tracgic

Combat it with tanrric antics,

It's justhood politics,

This is a scripture

I might die here

But then again—

I've always lived here,

I'vealays written, i've always slit my wrists,

This is a crucifixion

Intuition

This is energy,

This is the mission

All I see

And

All I am

And

All I dream of

Is us

Distrist wasn't written in love

Give up

This is now

This is me

Where are you

I don't need

Anything

(anything)

Anyway

(anyway)

do you hate me?

Do you have hope?

Do you believe me?

I haven't a home of my own,

but i'm nowhere now

Walk it out

What's my name?

Wear it out, now?

What's that sound?

Come around now

I'm around town

Eyes are so brown

I guess I drowned in yours

I remember now

I just went out to explore

and I found this

But i”m not around

But I'm bound to it

Bound to this

Dangerous place, making names out of faces

In pain, and so nameless I pray for the faithless

Seeking arrangements,

this is the place where my mind went

In time, but

never ahead or behind it;

Don't mind me,

I'm whiny, i'm

wound up,

Out of it now, but Iwoke up choking, smoking to cope

i'm only alone when I'm lonely so,

You owe me your soul

so

I never was whole, but I'm wholesome

No home of my own,

but i'm grown

What's on a deadmau5?

Uh—pepperoni—

Are you sure?

Uh, yeah, probably.

Okay, what else?

Blue cheese?

What!

I mean—I don't know.

Pepperoni

Green Bell Peppers

Roasted garlic

Red pepper l l

WhiteMushroom

Link sausage

LINK SAUSAGE?

Yeah, I guess.

Why link sausage?

I'll tell you later.

Okay.

Turkey.

What the fuck!!

I know, that's what I said.

When was this?

Whenever I said it.

...hmm...it's missing something.

Why turkey!

Because, every time I see a turkey, I think the same thing as when I see that guy.

What is that—

What the fuck—

Oh, hey there

—is on your neck??

[a turkey gobbling]

I hate you.

You hate yourself.

I—yeah.

You got Mail.

What! From where?

From the mailbox.

Since when do we have a mailbox?

[shrugs]

I dunno.

—

[outside]

Oh nice—when did we get a mailbox?

[shrugs]

I dunno.

[flashback]

JOEL hangs out the side of the car, swinging a baseball bat; he strikes a very nice Mail box at the post—it shatters]

—

But get this! It's not just turkey—

Mm—what is that.

It's smoked turkey leg.

Oh jeez, it's—

This sounds expensive.

$50 for a sandwhich??

For a deadmau5.

That's too much!

Have you tried it?

I—

Just try it—

I'm a vegetarian…

Is that so…

Yes.

Hmm.

Can we talk about how my favorite sex tape is a deadmau5 live stream?

No?

Okay.

It's soft core, but it gets the job done.

Whoops.

It's okay.

I'm a fan girl.

I'm fan girling!

The dude's married:

I respect marriage.

But still—I stopped watching porn like almost a decade ago; I stumbled upon this gem I'm like: okay. Yeah. Wow.

I'm like “this is perfect” lol

He's a headless body 98% of the time.

“Perfect”

Creep level: 9000

The funny thing is, I don't know if it's just my age, or my sapiosexuality? Maybe both?! I don't know!

But I'm like,

Oh, dude—

No, deadmau5 is not my favorite DJ. At all.

That's my favorite pornstar.

I saw this video l—where. By the way, nothing sexual happens at all, outside of my seriously twisted, very sick mind—

I saw this video and I had to Google , I'm like

“Okay, what's this guy look like without his shirt on?”

“Okay, Google” I'm like “ah shit”

—that guy's got some serious fuck muscles on em!

I'm like,

“Oh no!”

“That's craaaazy”

That's okay though.

It's okay,

I think it's my age

“Dirty 30”

I'm so gross now.

Plus I'm a chick:

Chicks love musicians.

And imm a DJ—so I—love DJs.

DJs are lucky, too.

DJs get all the pussy. I'm serious.

I'm a DJ, even I could get pussy, if I wanted it.

Something about being a DJ makes girls go into animal mode.

Especially white girls.

Drunk girls are nuts.

DJs see it all.

I'm super straight, I'm like

“No thanks, Shelly”

But guy DJs? Man.

They all have serious fuck muscles.

You know—the

*Indicates fuck muscles*

If you don't know what fuck muscles are—it's because you've never been fucked.

Yep.

That's okay though!

I've never been fucked.

That's probably why I'm like this.

I've never been fucked.

Its okay; I'm past the point of no return—

I'm like

“Huh, that's okay”

My guy friends are like

“I'll fuck you!”

I'm like,

“Nah, no thanks”

“I'll—“

“No. I'm good.”

You know why?

None of them have fuck muscles!

That's not why,

But either way.

Even if they did,

I would still have to pass:

I'm over it. I don't want to get fucked.

Not like “GET FUCKED, ASSHOLE”

No.

Life has done enough of that—

But what I mean is this:

Have you ever met someone—

Or not “just met”, hopefully—

But have you ever known somebody that was getting fucked—

Like really good—

And you're like

“That's your problem.”

That's the problem!

Some people are running around getting fucked

“Too good” and it makes them STUPID.

Like, they're dumb!

They're just getting good dick all the time, so they're oblivious to everything else—

Like what a magnificent piece of shit they're fucking.

Especially that.

But now imm cautious—

I don't want to get fucked,

Cause the older I get,

The more I realize what

“Fucking your brains out” really is:

His big DICK is so BIG and so GOOD, it actually reached up inside your brains while he was FUCKING you, and scrambled them.

Now you're retarded.

No. I'm okay.

I'm good.

—-

This is taking years off my life.

You have a life?

Well, not yet—but when I do; this will have taken years off it!

Please explain this.

He's a beautiful person

(That doesn't exist)

You see:

It erases the picture

All by itself

An etch e sketch

Kalideacope

Ant farm disaster—

If this is what you're after,

Call back next Saturday,

(Or ever after)

After I've said enough

After supper,

After the weather passes,

After the sabbath,

After never collapses,

After an autograph,

I swear to laugh,

I laugh just to forget I ever practiced math,

Or magic,

Never purchased meth for mattresses,

Remember what a pastor is,

But not the taste of

Grass fed—

Brass candle lit dinners or

Tin roofs and Tinder

Or dinosaurs,

Gore at the core,

It's no wonder you're broke

And so miserable

Ah, look; I broke it

Remember the world that you're on;

It revolves all on nothing,

Removing an uncle from cousins or

Curse marks on eyelids or,

Wonder what Billie Ellish did to deserve it ,

Or is it just the white supremacists lasts hurrah,

What a bargain:

The world all at war over dollars and water

I stopped at Applebees frozen and wondered

“How long has it been since this all fell apart?”

WHAT WAS THAAAAAAAAAT

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Hey, wake up.

What the fuck.

This is it.

This is—what.

It's your stop.

No, it's not.

Oh My God.

Wow, what the fuck.

I know, huh.

Where'd I go?

GIANT FLYING

IT WAS A GIANT, FLYING

It was more floating

IT WAS FLOATING

A GIANT, RAINBOW—

A GIANT FUCKING RAINOW

—FLYING—

A GIANT FLYING RAINBOW IGUANA

WOAH, WHAT?

WITH SUPER SILKY FUR.

what the fuck are you on?

NOTHIN. I just fell asleep on the

DEADMAU5.

No. Don't sleep on the deadmau5.

I mean, I was sleeping on deadmau5.

No. don't sleep on the deadmau5.

“THE” deadmau5.

the deadmau5, yes.

Theoretically and Aesthetically;

This guy is beautint both of you with a stick—

And he's married, which I respect, but still,

Sometimes, I wonder about the taste of his dick,

It certainly looks delicious;

I don't know what kind of Stockholm syndrome that is,

I'm just dramatic and sexually inactive

So I have to think about that, a bit

Fantasize, while I can

I'm mad at the world

And too fat and too black

For a rich white man, but

Honest to God,

On all the money I'll ever have,

And I've ever had;

The brains are more attractive than the bands

—Another Random Rant.

I keep waking up to deadmau5 and into this hellish nightmare; somehow, some way—this sequence keeps repeating— I keep waking up in this body and into this cold world for something, but it seems like I'll never know what.

Sir, I have a location.

Where is she.

New York City.

Where?

EXT; QUEENS, NEW YORK. NIGHT

Okay,

Take it away—

The pain, that is

It's just another day

Away from playing

Whatever this is,

I think a game

I may be crazy, lazy

Look—I use my legs to take me places

Grey and shady

Trains across the plains

Of love and fame

I just decided rock climbing to deadmau5 is maybe one of my favorite things to do.

Is ot really?

Heh. Oh—yeah.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Ah crap.

—fuckfuckfuck.

FUCK.

It is infinite.

Damn. He's never gonna find her.

All of a sudden it was puzzle pieces out of order; a wrecking ball scrimszed through my mind as I shuffled through

—absolutely anything other than Skrillex—

—absolutely anything besides Skrillex—deadmau5 in particular, not just to take the edge off from the day, or to relax me through a set k felt o hadn't at all the nutrients or energy for, but to ease the very pain that was gnawing at me from inside of a cavernous space I once thought my heart or soul might be, but no longer rested, consumed bu the mischief and grieve that had managed to have settled in the upheaval of whatever chaos Sonny had summoned, that I had so gracefully amd fully submitted to in the catastrophic moment of…

What is it?

It's so beautiful'

What is it?

it's a planet!

No, it isn't!

It is' I promise!

Goddamn it, where does this go!?

Uhhh…

OH MY GOD

what

DID I MAKE LOVE TO HOU WITH MU SOCKS ON

I don't know

I don't remember

FUCK

I HATE THIS

This is too many distractions

All I wanted was a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich

I'm gonna need more than peanut butter and jelly to twin like this

aaaaaaaghhhhhhh

Uuuuughhhhhhh

UNH.

Your majesty'

My leige?

Please, come quickly

I'm gonna eat your dock for breakfast

Ok

Every morning.

Fantastic.

Okay, pause.

After all that?

Yes.

Ok.

What goes in a deadmau5 casserole?

What!! I don't know?!

Uhhh.

Elmer's glue?

What?

You can't eat that.

Uhhh—

Corn,

TImmy Hortons

That sounds disgusting

What are you making

A portal gun

For what

Don't bother me

Wha!!'

I mean-you'll see hun.

Clean money comes slow—

But once it comes,

Clean money don't go

Clean money comes though

This clean money all me, it ain't you!

-Sunnï Blū.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

I watch countdowns at cathedrals;

Collisions — encrypted visions

Of existence, history,

Political ambitions,

Mysterious mentors,

Missed connections,

Telemiscommunications,

Movements, symphonies,

Revisions,

Reimagined abandonment,

And fantasies;

—attack of the apparitions,

Saints and Saviors,

The greatest creators ever known

We're often never known, till later.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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-U.

I met you at The Ninth Gate…

I don't think this is a good idea.

It's a fine idea.

I really don't know.

Then shut up.

Obsession, Lust—

Thr delicate balance between

Genius, and Madman

What do I look like to you?

…a movie star.

What is that?

A movie star.

I didn't hear you!

A movie star!

I wanted to tell you this in person…

If you go any further, there's no going backs

There's no going back anyway.

CHAUNCEY STREET, BROOKLYN. NY.

A knock at the door.

ALEX lets our a deep sigh and places her phone down on the table; she opens the door. Her face is flush.

Hey.

Hey.

[A mysterious man] lets himself in.

Did you talk to her.

Yeah.

Is she still in New York.

Yeah. She's still in New York.

Brooklyn?

I don't know.

‘You don't know'

I don't know.

—but she's here.

In the city? Yeah!

Okay.

[the mysterious man] sets a stuffed white envelope on the table]

Here.

Wun Jimerlilly Fallerlallonms

Oo00h.

TW0 Jimmerlilly Fallerlallonms

*GASP*

WhT! TW0 JiMmeRLiLly FaLleRlaLloNms?!?

Jyus!

JYES.

—nerr.

My god.

Yea captain.

S/he speaks perfect Skrillex.

3/10

Room 208

2:30 pm

I just want to be okay again

I just want to live in LA again

I just want to play again

No Vacancy,

No Vacation,

No veneration or compensation for commissioner;

No doctors for the patients

A saint,

But seeking minimum wage

And simple certain stakes

I got on the wrong train

And still ended up in the right place

Long nights make for

Nice days

I carried a distinct memory of this day, and so there had to have been something important about it— least I thought, or perhaps even hoped, that there was maybe something good and special just around the corner, as it had been hard and bad for so long, that in the very least I knew that it couldn't get worse-that I had somehow hit rock bottom again so quickly that it was indeed possible that I would spring up just as quickly, which I realized was a brighter outlook than I had even expected at best, and a start at most. While inwardly I was devastated, I was at least able to suffice a calm facade, which Luke had commended me on, despite his various other psychological tricks and quips, as it seemed everything had been a test with him—but then, nearly everything was a puzzle or a challenge, not that I minded—but the latest installation of superfluous hazing, which was (at least by google'ssuggestion, somewhat even seemingly supernatural had been a first handed look into the srufff of nightmares, white america's predominately black non-solution to the housing crisis which they had caused, and furthermore, a test in my own mental strength and wits—a reminder of every reason and more why I had left my previous life behind—it's trials neither worth writing about, nor remembering, however, it's effects a tragic scar on my psyche, however unremarkable the result.

It only hurts to think about a lot,

And so I don't,

It's just a rock, really

Going on a walk through Central Park ia not an option.

Neither a mother, nor father,

Nor mirror;

Here I'm sitting at the harbor

Nonchalant as God would ever want to be

And conscious, yet unconscious—

Nodding off again,

I'll know it when it's time to talk again

(To talk again)

Pause

What.

Remember what AlwaZ said.

Uh.

ALWAZ

AKA -THE ILLUMINATI

You're a genius.

SUPACREE

Yeah, thank you.

ALWAZ

Listen, you're famous—!

SUPACREE

When is this?

New York City is probably absolutely the worst place in the world to be, if you don't want to be there. Hands down worst place ever.

And I mean—I was stranded in Mexico with no money for a couple months, and that shit sucked—but it wasn't like “kill yourself” bad.

New York gets craaaazy.

I was on the subway and this dude was just listening to that one The Weekend Song over and over on loop.

The funny thing is.

I don't remember which The Weekend song it was— but you play any one of his songs on loop and you tell me if that man is okay.

He's not okay.

I heard it's a chemical imbalance

Whatever that is

Is has to be

Obviously,

Cause they said it is,

Cause they said so,

So it is, isn't it?

Sunni bLums pDisxses

It's my favorite troll doll!

Ah! Real monsters!

I don't use Travelocity!/

Get back on my front lawn, motherfucker!

Hey, it's Daniel Dipshit!

Who the fuck is “Daniel?”

You're Daniel, Dipshit!

Why “Daniel?!” Dipshit—why not just

Cause you don't even know your own name, Dipshit!

[sprays with hose]

WTF ARE YOU DOING

I don't like licking the sour stuff off, I just want the sweet stuff!

Oh, do you?

Don't he gay.

DJ Magic Kenny

Where's Dillon Francis.

He's not here.

Where is he?

I fired him.

You what?

I fired him.

When?!

This morning.

You can't fire him! He's half the show!

Just—one date.

No.

Sunni, come on.

No! I'm not dating Diplo.

What?! Why not?!

He's too pretty.

PUT A SHIRT ON.

GODDAMNIT, SHUT UP.

OWSLA places a TRUTH SPELL on SUNNI BLU/ which results in her being outed as SUPACREE.

Nooooo.

YES.

TABLOIDS

Mwahaha

PAPARAZZI

MWAHAHAHAJA

TMZ

MWAHAHAHAJA

ILUMINATI

-_-

Great. You pissed off the Illuminati.

I am the Illuminati.

Now we're fucked.

What don't you get about this: I am in control.

[a cannonball flies through the window]

I told you.

Holy shit, what is THIS.

It's a cannonball.

A fucking cannonball! W0W.

It says something.

What's it say

The cannonball reads:

“You're so fucked.”

“You're so fucked.

W0W.

Nice.

I told you.

No, I told you.

“I'm in control!”

I write in canon! It's a stretch, but it'll do! Keep up.

You wrote this?

I wrote everything!

The next level

Timmy's Turn up

When I talk

Hi, I'm Ū

Offenbach

4U

Heart over height,

Head over heels,

Mind over matter—

I don't want to fight you.

We have to.

No, we don't.

We're going to.

But we've already—

That doesn't matter.

It matters to me.

I am you.

Then it matters to you!

That's—not what I meant.

C'esme't.

I'm gonna go.

You're leaving?!

The quarrel's tomorrow.

No it isn't!

Yes it is.

Call it off!

No. Its tradition.

But—

?

[I love you]

Goodnight.

She heads for the door.

[I love you too.]

Unspoken words

In the hurt of the war of the worlds

You come first,

Then unearth I become in the force of the storm

Where were you, before this?

What I was, I assure you was unsure, at first

Now, it's just

Another record

So it works forward, and back

Of course

Back—and forth…

Yes.

This is marvelous.

Well, it's yoursz

I can't take this.

You're not taking it; I'm giving it to you.

What for?

For traveling, of course!

But I'm not going anywhere…

What is this.

It's a DJ.

Oh, wow, nice.

Yeah.

Where'd you get it?

I found it.

Oh, wow.

Yeah.

Where?

It was just—on the ground.

On the ground?

Yeah.

Oh.

MORPHEUS

You know what?

What is it?

MORPHEUS

…nevermind.

AMY POHLER

…I think this is a bad idea.

TINA FEY

It's a good idea.

AMY POHLER

I think it's bad.

TINA FEY

Have another shot.

[she does]

AMY POE—whatever

It's a really bad idea!

TINA FEY

OKAY, LETS GO.

Pan out to JIMMY FALLON standing awkwardly in silence in the shadows behind them.

JIMMY FALLON

I'm coming too.

OH MY GOD.

what the [BLEEP]

How long have you been standing there.

The whole time.

No you haven't

No you weren't.

You're so—WEIRD.

I'm coming with you.

No

NO.

Yes. I'm coming with you.

No—

—wait—

No!

Jimmy, do you think this is a good idea, or a bad idea.

[beat]

It's the worst idea ever.

HA!

NO—it's GOOD.

I TOLD YOU.

You're not coming.

He's coming. With. (hiccups) us.

Yes.

UGH

*takes shot*

UGH

[BLEEP]

It's the worst idea ever—

NO UT ISNT.

—it's a really bad idea.

You need me.

Ew.

We need him therr—uhh

Yes.

[beat]

Fine.

YES.

But don't say anything

C'ESME'T

Petrutheio…

PETRUTHEIO

You should go.

If you are what you eat

Then I'm nuts and bananas

but sometimes

I'm even a hero

But that's neither here nore there, no.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

Jumpin Jumpin, Destiny's Child

DLAXKBACK: SEASON 5

June 4th, 2021

XS NIGHTCLUB, LAS VEGAS NEVADA

See, I told you.

There they go.

I guess.

Alright, where's Rick?

He's here— I can smell him.

That's—

There he is.

Mmm.

Stop lookin nervous—

I don't like this.

Alright, that's good ^.^

Okay. Let's find this portal.

Damn.

Huh.

Last time I was here, it was to see—

Don't say Skrillex—

—It was to see Skrillex.

Fuck you dude.

——-ahhhhh——!!!!!!

GET IN THE SHIP.

—I AIN'T SIGNING SHIT—

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!!!

[WAPPING]

alright, that's it!

GOD!!!

That's not my name.

(It is.)

—-what?

Where are you going?

...We're going camping.

All of us?

ALL OF US.

Oh, shit!

Get IN THE SHIP.

Woah.

NOW!

—-

Ugh.

Oooof.

Bad.

Get up.

Ummm...who are you?

Get up, you have to perform.

Perform for WHAT?

Come on, dude—

—okay, first of all—

Uh huh

[A SUPERSTAR DJ] experiences the dance floor..

...As a fan.

But (I got nervous) what I meant to say, was

DILLON FRANCIS is stuck in SUPACREE's body, and vice versa.

She must perform in his place.

Stop it, man.

I have an itch, I'm gonna scratch!

Not the ink.

What is it?

Don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

DON'T TOUCH THAT—

—OR, DO. ‍♀️

. . .

...I don't know.

What do I do?

Push the button.

Which button, Gerald?!

The PLAY button.

You're a DICK

It's ROUND—

—what, your di—?!

—NO, the BUTTON.

WHICH FUCKIN BUTTON.

Ooh, I got one.

[the Motherf*ckers are fuck hunting]

It appears as though they lost all their fucks—

DILLON FRANCIS has plenty, because

“Chandelier”

Lol.

Pop.

Bang.

Ooh.

Oh. My God.

What. Wake up. We're here.

Im addicted

It's lit lit

Getting lifted

Gifted shapeshifters sit in

While I disintegrate my disinterest

What is this?

You're in it

Did I mention I made you a sandwich,

It's still in my kitchen

Oh shit, the—

“That's The Tallest Skrillex I've Ever Seen”

Oh wow, tall.

Never thought about that

Thump thumps—

Where'd they come from?

This is nuts:

What is this.

This is earth.

No.

What is your life's, what is your life

Where is your wife

And why can't I get this shot right

Right on time? Right?

That's the guy, right?

Might be—

It might be time- Tame Impala

I don't know, but I'm down for the night

Going wild for the

I

I

I forgot my line, like:

Try to write an album on the dance floor

All these lines, VI—what's that for?

I'm free from, call me kudi I'm reborn

Call me Lynard Skinnard. I'm a freebird

Oh please—

You got me weak in the knees

Bitch please

What are teeth?

Take me out to chuckle cheese

Tell me what your disease is,

It's easy

I'm a pleasure,

I'll teach you

Now let me get a drink

Before I speak truth

OH MY GOD. I love His fandom so much.

Love the fandom, cause I am one

Call me Katy imma go dumb

Call me carnage, with a green thumb

Drop the Bass up In Your face,

I call it thump thumps

What's for lunch

Let's get drunk

Don't make me go pop the trunk!!!

Oh YOU!

YOU!

YOU!

What's wrong with him,

What'd they do to him.

What's—wait.

Look at that face.

That is not the face of a free man.

I'm a trash can.

Yeah, well...that.

Who's his master?

I am.

What!?

Goddamn!

I did that.

What is that? A sandwhich?

Just have half.

WHOOOP-WHOOP!

What! Whoop whoops?! It's MUCH too earty for Whoop Whoops!

Far too early.

Where's Chak Chel?

oh my God!!

Who's this LADY?!

I'm in VIP

Give me a sip

I'm gonna get lit, eat chips with Chak Chel and then dip

“What is this sauce?”

It's ranch, dipshit.

You're an ass

NAH, I'm A PIÑATA.

Bitch, I'm the boss,

I wanna get lost in my thoughts,

But I'm lost in the box

I'm a rockstar, rockstar games. Or maybe

Okay this:

He has a man purse. I like him.

What's going on?!!!!

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse—

GET THAT S#iT

BAMPHER:

—You're in.

I'm in VIP

OH YOU FUCKIN WANNA BE

LOOK AT MEEEEEE

IM MR—

There's Rick.

Mx. Meesinks.

Hi—I'm—

Get this bitch

[picture of SUPACREE/SKRILLEX/a whatthefuck]

Yesssiiirrreeee

Don't call me sir.

SIR

And—

SERVANT

Wait, there's more?

SCRIBE/DARK LORD

There's always more—

SIR

Aaanddd—I would like to be called “sir”

SERVANT

Excuse me?

SIR

Call me sir.

Third eye itching,

Let me stop and take a picture

Switch it

Feeling wishy washy,

Kinda bitchy, kinda bossy—

Where the party at?

you lost me.

Where the fuxk I park my car—

It couldn't be that far—

I—

I—

I—

I—

— I woke up on a farm

God.

WW

U D

IM ABOUT TO DO WHAT JESUS WOULDNT DO

(Yes, I would.)

Whoop whoop!!

—Nope, still too early.

OMG look.

Birds!

Becky, Becky, Sarah—

Oh, there's Sarah!

Wow, Nancy's recovering well, yeah?

[NANCY, freshly out of her neck brace; attends her first show since “the incident”—after breaking her neck to EXCISION, her friends agree that DILLON FRANCIS will be a safe bet.]

Damn, people don't give any type of fuxk whatsoever.

Nope.

[drinks]

So what do we do?

Have a drink.

I'm a robot, now

No home, no soul

I'm a robot now,

No friends, no phone

I'm a robot now

And I'm always all alone

I should be proud

but I'm a robot now

{mixes with A.A., iambic}

What is reality?

That's not dancing.

Let's just—no.

No, l—no

What the fuxk.

What the FUXK!!!

How did he get here?!

Look at him.

No, don't look.

(Don't look at me.)

Don't look at him.

Aww.

GET UP DILLON, it's time to go!

What is time??

WHAT THE FOOOOOO1–

posaqwwwwwwwwww——

GADDAAAAAAQAAAMN!!!!

STAAAAAAHHHHP.

Goddammit, what are you doing here?!

Everybody's here.

Nah.

Nah.

[everybody is there.]

Nah.

Got this catatonic obsession,

Shoulda learned my lesson,

There's a learning curve to everything;

You finally taught me something

Floor is so sticky, I can't even sit and meditate

Can't even find the space to write this

My mistake, not my guy, I guess?

My idol, maybe friend?

I know those eyes inside of mine each time I see them

So what is freedom?

So that's it,

There's no love left

It's just money and sex

No new friends

So that means

No new beginning—

And at the very least no new enemies—

Please

Gerald!

Damn, you're hot.

Okay, knock it off

I got it.

I got it.

I told you this would happen.

Doesn't it always?

“Follow the eye”

Or just DONT

Time to go.

I love that song.

I almost wore that shirt;

I love that song!

I am that song.

What.

I think I need a day, or forever, maybe

To get away

Time flies when you fast;

I just danced my last dance,

Thanks, Dillon Francis.

Now when I meditate and pray I can ask

GODDAMN, what the fuck was that about

Now where in the fuck is my hat,yeah

Grab that piñata,

Let's look at the map,

Maybe tonight, imma get in a fight

These white girls are like

DANE COOK

“MINE”

Pelicans

MINEMINEMINE

Hot Vollyball Girls:

MINE.

Alright, that's enough.

No, stay here.

What the fuck.

NO, STAY HERE.

Okay, I—guess.

NO, STAY HERE.

Fuxk, the watchers.

I thought they didn't want me here.

He doesn't care?!

Clearly—

Clearly nothing—! Gather more evidence!

What in the world do you want from me?

What in the world do you want from me?

What in the world do you want from me?

S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™

He's a very handsome man, the full package

She's actually a retired dancer, turned rapper;

The trash can and last kandi handler,

Handed a band to a fan, that's reality shattering yeah

What happens after?

Back to camp, I guess.

SWIPER

Aww, maaaan.

I just wanna hold hands with a piñata, but I can't;

I just want the answers to the questions I asked, answered, but nah.

Have you seen my left arm?

It's self harm, and it's just harmless, a charm—

All I did was send magic to that man,

Laughed under my mask, but haven't had a chance to love again since the last man banned me from having ‘happy';

So I can't handle this thirst trap,

I reverse that Mantra from can't to

Yea I can,

Now,

Where is Pan at?

Ask Hanzel After, actually,

Scratch that,

I said I'd never turn my back on him, but

Here's my butt and my backpack.

I'll see you at Bass Camp,

Or a Mansion,

Or @ a mention,

And thanks for the graduation,

I hate my name, and I'm famous, maybe

But hey,

I just want someone to know me,

I'm really lonely,

I owe money to every agency,

The governments enslaving me by my name and a paycheck.

I've written albums, but haven't gotten paid yet;

I wrote a novel, about a man I'm willing to say I've never met,

Cause I respected him—

And the Sadness Never Ends,

I made a fandom out of friends,

How it ends is with a pen and paper, I guess

My hands on the decks, I'm just an ambidextrous sexually ambiguous DJ bitch;

And Dillon Francis is my favorite producer, cause

I'm just a loser who refuses to lose it,

Enough to end the pollution and politicians who use us for getting richer

I snap a picture, no movement.

So even though I wanted to, I didn't—

No pictures, no press releases and no random bitches;

I just saw him in a vision, and at least ten astral projections,

Got a circle of protection, a lesson,

Cause now I'm branded and stressing

OWSLA kicked me out,

CAuse I'm a Cow,

But I can also be an owl

I'm growling now, I'm on the prowl for anyone to let me out, I'm trapped

And down, cause he's out of my league,

And I like him now.

I needed it to be a leap year, but it wasn't , and although I was expecting a small amount of money on the 3rd, I had to depart lik/ on the first, and though I had roughly 4 days remaining in my stay, it had started to feel like the beginning of the end, from about the night before and into the morning, waking up sick and sore and most of all tired and hungry

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Girl with the tattoo Miguel

“A Walkthough Central Park”

I'm on a regimen of vitavitavitamin,

I need some anescrptoc and some aneceptomen

Medicine man and an antiseptic

A bed to rest my head I, some bread

Some peanut butter for my jelly

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That first drop gave me herpes.

yeah, well, that's supacree for ya.

I met you at The Ninth Gate…

I don't think this is a good idea.

It's a fine idea.

I really don't know.

Then shut up.

Obsession, Lust—

Thr delicate balance between

Genius, and Madman

What do I look like to you?

…a movie star.

What is that?

A movie star.

I didn't hear you!

A movie star!

I wanted to tell you this in person…

If you go any further, there's no going backs

There's no going back anyway.

Jumpin Jumpin, Destiny's Child

DLAXKBACK: SEASON 5

June 4th, 2021

XS NIGHTCLUB, LAS VEGAS NEVADA

See, I told you.

There they go.

I guess.

Alright, where's Rick?

He's here— I can smell him.

That's—

There he is.

Mmm.

Stop lookin nervous—

I don't like this.

Alright, that's good ^.^

Okay. Let's find this portal.

Damn.

Huh.

Last time I was here, it was to see—

Don't say Skrillex—

—It was to see Skrillex.

Fuck you dude.

——-ahhhhh——!!!!!!

GET IN THE SHIP.

—I AIN'T SIGNING SHIT—

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!!!

[WAPPING]

alright, that's it!

GOD!!!

That's not my name.

(It is.)

—-what?

Where are you going?

...We're going camping.

All of us?

ALL OF US.

Oh, shit!

Get IN THE SHIP.

Woah.

NOW!

—-

Ugh.

Oooof.

Bad.

Get up.

Ummm...who are you?

Get up, you have to perform.

Perform for WHAT?

Come on, dude—

—okay, first of all—

Uh huh

[A SUPERSTAR DJ] experiences the dance floor..

...As a fan.

But (I got nervous) what I meant to say, was

DILLON FRANCIS is stuck in SUPACREE's body, and vice versa.

She must perform in his place.

Stop it, man.

I have an itch, I'm gonna scratch!

Not the ink.

What is it?

Don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

DON'T TOUCH THAT—

—OR, DO. ‍♀️

. . .

...I don't know.

What do I do?

Push the button.

Which button, Gerald?!

The PLAY button.

You're a DICK

It's ROUND—

—what, your di—?!

—NO, the BUTTON.

WHICH FUCKIN BUTTON.

Ooh, I got one.

[the Motherf*ckers are fuck hunting]

It appears as though they lost all their fucks—

DILLON FRANCIS has plenty, because

“Chandelier”

Lol.

Pop.

Bang.

Ooh.

Oh. My God.

What. Wake up. We're here.

Im addicted

It's lit lit

Getting lifted

Gifted shapeshifters sit in

While I disintegrate my disinterest

What is this?

You're in it

Did I mention I made you a sandwich,

It's still in my kitchen

Oh shit, the—

“That's The Tallest Skrillex I've Ever Seen”

Oh wow, tall.

Never thought about that

Thump thumps—

Where'd they come from?

This is nuts:

What is this.

This is earth.

No.

What is your life's, what is your life

Where is your wife

And why can't I get this shot right

Right on time? Right?

That's the guy, right?

Might be—

It might be time- Tame Impala

I don't know, but I'm down for the night

Going wild for the

I

I

I forgot my line, like:

Try to write an album on the dance floor

All these lines, VI—what's that for?

I'm free from, call me kudi I'm reborn

Call me Lynard Skinnard. I'm a freebird

Oh please—

You got me weak in the knees

Bitch please

What are teeth?

Take me out to chuckle cheese

Tell me what your disease is,

It's easy

I'm a pleasure,

I'll teach you

Now let me get a drink

Before I speak truth

OH MY GOD. I love His fandom so much.

Love the fandom, cause I am one

Call me Katy imma go dumb

Call me carnage, with a green thumb

Drop the Bass up In Your face,

I call it thump thumps

What's for lunch

Let's get drunk

Don't make me go pop the trunk!!!

Oh YOU!

YOU!

YOU!

What's wrong with him,

What'd they do to him.

What's—wait.

Look at that face.

That is not the face of a free man.

I'm a trash can.

Yeah, well...that.

Who's his master?

I am.

What!?

Goddamn!

I did that.

What is that? A sandwhich?

Just have half.

WHOOOP-WHOOP!

What! Whoop whoops?! It's MUCH too earty for Whoop Whoops!

Far too early.

Where's Chak Chel?

oh my God!!

Who's this LADY?!

I'm in VIP

Give me a sip

I'm gonna get lit, eat chips with Chak Chel and then dip

“What is this sauce?”

It's ranch, dipshit.

You're an ass

NAH, I'm A PIÑATA.

Bitch, I'm the boss,

I wanna get lost in my thoughts,

But I'm lost in the box

I'm a rockstar, rockstar games. Or maybe

Okay this:

He has a man purse. I like him.

What's going on?!!!!

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse, we like him

He has a man purse—

GET THAT S#iT

BAMPHER:

—You're in.

I'm in VIP

OH YOU FUCKIN WANNA BE

LOOK AT MEEEEEE

IM MR—

There's Rick.

Mx. Meesinks.

Hi—I'm—

Get this bitch

[picture of SUPACREE/SKRILLEX/a whatthefuck]

Yesssiiirrreeee

Don't call me sir.

SIR

And—

SERVANT

Wait, there's more?

SCRIBE/DARK LORD

There's always more—

SIR

Aaanddd—I would like to be called “sir”

SERVANT

Excuse me?

SIR

Call me sir.

Third eye itching,

Let me stop and take a picture

Switch it

Feeling wishy washy,

Kinda bitchy, kinda bossy—

Where the party at?

you lost me.

Where the fuxk I park my car—

It couldn't be that far—

I—

I—

I—

I—

— I woke up on a farm

God.

WW

U D

IM ABOUT TO DO WHAT JESUS WOULDNT DO

(Yes, I would.)

Whoop whoop!!

—Nope, still too early.

OMG look.

Birds!

Becky, Becky, Sarah—

Oh, there's Sarah!

Wow, Nancy's recovering well, yeah?