F*ck Skrillex.
F*ck You.
F*ck This Podcast.

@TechnoTupac

I thought about changing Into my tennis shoes, just for the commute—but it wasn't an option. I was dressed of course in off season designer off the clearance rack from Ross, trying not to sweat so much that I couldn't return it later, along with the shoes I crammed my unpolished toes into, in hopes that the sheer pantyhose I was wearing would offset the obvious fact that I hadn't had a pedicure in about a year—I had suddenly gone from homeless with two jobs in Las Vegas, to sleeping in an 8-bed room in downtown LA, extending my 2-night stay into six after a contingent job offer; now, it was day one of training, and after a night of music mining and gorging on LA's finest vegan fare at The Vegan Playground, which of course I had found by following some DJ on Instagram whose name I couldn't remember... however, he seemed important enough at least to me. I had never had to wear high heels for so many days in a row—and though I could have at any time opted for some eloquent flats, these rhinestone sling backs, with about a 6-inch heel matched the sheer sleeves on my size 8 dress, which was labeled a small on the rack, and hugged all my curves almost dangerously— and though proudly I had been able to fit in anything down to a size four, I wasn't taking any chances after spending a night's worth of sleep on a fried “chik'n” sandwhich that was too spicy to finish, even if I had room for it after the slice of cheese pizza, which actually paled in comparison to the Whole Foods slices I loved at double the cost, and the vegan donut holes and cookies I couldn't resist, and didn't quite regret—though I prefferee the Sprouts cookies, and however small, the doughnuts were almost worth it.

It was good.

I had spent the night running about collecting things I thought I needed, or at least whatever I was programmed to, though I didn't really understand why I still went out of my way to collect music at all, wherever I went, as my “career” seemed to be taking an entirely different direction; my new job was in marketing, and though I knew I'd be good at it, and was doing just about anything to earn my own downtown apartment, no matter how tiny, I wondered how, if at all, working 46 hours a week and commuting at least 7 more, besides spending any required amount of the gym would allow me to be any kind of DJ; but I wasn't really any kind of DJ at all, I thought—I had failed and let go of my dreams enough to settle for the occasional guest list appearance.

I wanted to shoot myself in the feet, and It felt like I already had; these heels were the end of me, making my typical 7 minute walk into 15 and the 10 minute walk on the other end into 20; I arrived late, but didn't think it much to matter; I would spend the day filling out as many job applications as possible. This particular one was commission-only, and I wasn't about to be homeless and rambling on the streets like the tens of people I passed daily running about, most of them black. Still, somehow it didn't seem to matter. If the reigning white supremacy wanted me homeless, I would be homeless—and it was probably as entertaining as could be to watch me struggle to survive, dangling the possibility of opportunity and success over me all the while knowing I would fail.

Rich people and their games.

But, I at least knew that I had been up before the sun and into the gym before cramming myself into all that I wasn't--professional business attire I couldn't afford, but at least looked good in-- and so I had changed for the better in at least one way.
Although not born into prestige and perhaps even made never to be born at all, I kept waking up into this vessel, it's true purpose yet unknown—

If it existed at all.

Mm,

He smells like hard liquor

Let me just

Sneak a peak—

So you know you're alluring

And luring me

Please

I can't seem to breathe deeply

I need you

Complete me

Come soothe me

Let me move you l

Come through me

Oh

I want

To love

Your body

Oh

I want

To touch

You softly

Oh,

I want you

Oh so badly

Rick your body

On me, on me

Uh

It's just lust

Uh

It's just another lover

Uh

It'd just another comfort

Cunning

(I'm coming)

So love me

Love my like no other

Touch me;

Oh,

I need another

Body on me

Stop it

It's just lust

It's just another love

Just another

Confrontation

Imm still waiting on my other

But he never

Calls me

As long as he

Comes up

Running through my head

Through my veins

And my blood

Just hold me

Stop it

It's just lust

Uh

I want ya

Uh

I love when the liquor's strong on em

What

It's just another love song

It's just another love

It's just another body

What

You got all of em

I could drown all my sorrows in an ice cream sandwhich; i had all the self control in the world but the lust was almost unbearable; he was my type and I wanted him, but trapped in my own body I knew not to cross boundaries. It wouldn't help much nor would guilt be any further from my mind; I was collecting feelings for unattainable men like toys from McDonald's; however harder to forget about but easily just as practically useless and meant purely for aesthetic value.

I was wet, dripping with lust and breathing shallow like a heat wave had come over me; I hadn't been able to get Dillon or Sonny off of my mind all day, and now here was this man; pale, fit, and pretty like I liked them—he smelled strongly of booze which for whatever reason always got me thoroughly aroused. and—best yet, he was stripped down to his tight, unforgiving boxer briefs—perhaps I would pounce on him and give way to my inhibitions and primal instinct, dislodging my tantric inclinationsand pretending he was someone I actually wanted or cared for…

—but no such, as it had come to be that there was nothing I could do with myself without feeling one way or another about anyone else; my feelings were real, and there was no more making a fool out of myself about it—I wasn't a high caliber Kayla Lauren, or anyone, of that matter— and so I had let my fascination subside. Still, however burning with lust in the forefront of my mind, and sitting deeply in my soul.

I was loyal, always monogamous , and celibate for the longest everlasting moment, even—but couldn't detest h from human feeling, or my peaking sexuality, at that. I could test a man apart and eat him alive thinking endlessly og nothing but what I would do with a body, if given the chance…

I opened my ice cream sandwich quietly and lodged two earplugs deeply into my skull, placing my headphones over the top of them just to be sure that the disgusting coughing, sniffling demon of a woman in the bottom bunk below couldn't tarnish what sleep I would get, if any—allowing the sweet Tahitian vanilla vegan ice cream and perfect sugary chocolate chip outer to lull me into a complacent, dissatisfied slumber.

{Enter The Multiverse}

thefestivalproject.com

@BlūW0rLd.tv

@codename.blu

I don't know.

GOOGLE SEARCH:

skrillex shirtless

[then i wrote]

‘Cause none of it matters now, does it?

In the end, it's just me and myself alone,

As it always was,

I and the throne;

What an honor to cast the first stone—

And a lesson to learn on my own

Then, it was just an altar…

It was just a dream:

I was just a foreigner once in the world where

We all at once all are,

Depart from the laws I've known,

All to just cause, and forgotten

The relic itwas,

The havoc I wrought,

The epic I wrote, and the construct which I don't belong in,

But buried myself in it all along .

Longing for honor and stopping to auction my thoughts off at crossroads—

Wherefore art thou scars?

I thought I'd forgotten the artwork

Of writing in proses,

Or striking a pose just before

The three shuttered eye closes;

Candid, I thought—

But damned if I hadn't been planning it all along.

‘Ah, there you are,'

My dear brothers, or lover,

Or son—once I recon once and for all

Which journey we're on, for the long run.

How are you?

I ask not your circumstance,

But how in all that you are

Somehow suddenly,

No longer part of me,

As we were one, once

And now I observe you as

“Other”

So fondly I fall for you, once more

And and always—

Struck by not awe,

But of bloodlust and hunger to ward off

Gone are apostles,

Apostrophes, conjur up faux wants,

Aloft in the luxury of

What would be dust, if it wasn't

Distrustful of judgements…

—Nodding off inside the sauna.

—for Sonny

'was it love that made you go so hard?'

(yes.)

(Unless You're Me.)

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE.

Watch out, and watch this:

Too many apps on my phone

I'm better off alone

I'd better kill myself

Nobody will ever love me

Nobody will ever love me

Watch out, watch this:

My iPhone is trying to kill me,

For real?

See;

It's natural selection

I'm trying to unselect me

Caviar, a delicacy

How delishish

The devil in me says to keep digging my grave

I was once at a rave,

And he gave me a halo

A lion, I'm brave— I once said

Spin it,

Spin back the record again

If it's all in my head

Then I'm better off dead

I'm better off dead

Watch this!

@Dillon Francis

I'm stuck in a trance—

Hanzel was lighting the candle

And summoned me,

Out of a dead sleep,

With no pants on—

It was a tech house set

But I'm on acid

Spinning an axis

And stuck in a state of trance

—i thought it was armin van buren at one point

I have to give up at some point, writing, right?

Now this is just point in history

Point me away from the misery

Mystery flavor is like

Fruit punch,

Or raspberry—

Something like that,

If you ask me;

But white as the rabbit I pulled out the hat

In the back seat

I'm hatching a plan to go mad,

But I need the recepits from Pasqualle for my taxes

What the Fuck does that mean?

I don't know;

I'll read this In a year,

When I unbury it

Maybe I married my best friend,

Deserved to get hit

So I'm just going back to him

Scratch that, he's mad at me

I have no family

Reckless abandonment

God I'm attracted to everything

Except for that

See? She's racist.

No, it's my ovaries!

The lighter you are, the less the adversity

I see you eyes turned to grey;

Don't abandon me

Yes, I wear contacts

I'm faking attractive

I laughed at him, had to

He actually had magic

@Dillon Francis

How many hats to you have?

Thanks to Hanzel, I'm back on this planet

Why light a candle, when you know I haven't an answer;

What did you ask?

No, i haven't had breakfast yet —

Thanks for reminding me I'm in a casket

Goddamnit

@Dillon Francis

What are you?

I'm an adversary

GOOGLE:

adversary

..???

ad·ver·sar·y

/ˈadvərˌserē/

noun

one's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.

Hmm.

Oh.

Opponent to what?!

Could be anything, really.

I don't like him…

2 for $

MIX AND MATCH

INCLUDES BIG KING

REALLY.

Which one's the Big King?

The little one, I think.

He's not little

In fact:

LOOK AT EM.

Dawh. Look at Skrillex.

Dawg. Look at Skrillex.

He bossed up.

He was already boss.

Well. He Sauced up, then.

What kind of sauce is that?!

I don't know, but looks like Dillon Francis is eating it.

DILLON FRANCIS IS EATING IT

pause.

How am I still writing this show.

She doesn't eat?

She hasn't eaten.

She doesn't eat.

I haven't ate yet!

BET.

BET.

OK—Bet.

Nice.

Sick.

What are we betting.

…

…

…

WAIT.

,,,

josh pan?

…

…

Did you unpause?

Unpause what?

Uh. The game.

This is the game.

No, the game.

This is the game!

What are you talking about?!!

Now I'm famous>

This is The Game.

sup.

This is Sunni Blū

Sup.

It is?!

Yea it is.

Wait, it is?! I thought you were the kidd??

I am the kidd.

Then, why is The Game meeting Sunnï Blu?

For a collab. Duh.

Wait. Pause.

QUIT PRESSING PAUSE.

Wait. Go back. I didn't get that last part.

WE WATCHED IT A HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY.

Screw you. We're watching it again.

Ugh!

I hate this!

Dude. I hate watching this with you. It takes 3 hours to watch an episode!

You guys are talking over all the good parts!

It's all the good parts!

This shit's exciting.

I'm defaulting.

What?

This isn't—this isn't fair. I'm not doing this.

What?!

It isn't safe anymore.

It was never “safe”

SAFE!

Oh nice. Baseball.

It is baseball.

Who's playing?

All the DJs.

What. For what?!

It's the DJ GAMES.

THE DJ GAMESsssssssss

ITS THE DJ GAMES!

OH FUCK YEAH.

I fuck this. I quit.

what. You can't quit.

I can quit. I just did.

You can't quit the DJ games.

I just did.

But you can't.

I just did.

Hey.

Hey, what's up.

I'm gonna be late.

What's going on?

My bus driver's drunk.

Are you sure?

CITY BUS DRIFTING IN SLOW MOTION

/Hans Zimmer Music

Yes.

Welhp.

What.

That's it. I'm just gonna have to kill myself.

Why, what happened?

I'm pretty sure that's the only way to beat this level.

What, really? Nah.

I'm pretty sure

Let me see.

*SUPACREE jumps into oncoming traffic*

YOU DIED.

Aww. I died.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Well, you said.

GAME OVER

[fade to black]

I HAD NO LIVES LEFT.

WELL, YOU SAID!

THATS'S NOT THE WAY TO—

[fade to white]

NEW LEVEL UNLOCKED:

GOD MODE

OOOHHHHHHHH.

WHAT?!

LVL i - DREAMSTATE

What is this.

SUPACREE.

I— what? Hello?

Follow me.

Who is this?

I know you.

Oh. The above and beyond part.

That's funny. I was just—

So wait. If the end of this episode, is the end of that movie, then…

I guess whatever's happening about now is whatever happened before that part.

What part?

I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz)

From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station.

Monologue/Montage

I fell in love with you...it was an accident.

I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since.

Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face…

Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read.

Probably, anyway.
I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all.

Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me;

It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'.

Silence. Nature. Astrology.

My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years.

I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to.

I didn't mean to do anything, except be.

Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars…

And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you.

Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof.

Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked.

I love you because it is in me to do so.

I will always love you, always.

There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you;

All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart.

In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard.

To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked.

Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you.

Flaws are what create our perfection;

God is, as I am.

Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire;

Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind…

the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye;

How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those?

How could I not know you, as I have?

Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some;

To all, rather than none.

So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry.

I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude;

A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance.

I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you.

Find me, again

As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station.

Ah wait. So Skrillex is a planet?

Skrillex is a lot of things

SKRILLEX is a planet .

That explains it.

No it doesn't.

I mean, it might.

No it doesn't!

I mean, it kindof does, if you think about it.

BleepBleepBloop

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bloopbloopBloopBloop.

bleepBleep. bloop.

Bleep?

…

Oh, check it out.

What.

LIZ LEMON is drunk on a bus eating a wrap from subway.

Why is it not a sandwhich?

Cause it's a wrap.

Yeah, but why?

THAT'S A WRAP.

Finally. Fuck nevada.

Fuck Nevada.

They put us at The Trump again.

It's good continental breakfast.

—?

What?!

That's not continental breakfast, you dipshit. That's room service. It gets added to your bill.

Oh, so it comes out of the food budget.

SUPER JEWISH ACCOUNTANT

I'm not paying for this.

No, you're not paying for it—the company's paying for it.

I represent ‘the company'.

What's that mean?

The company's not paying for this.

So I have to pay for it.

Someone has to.

What the Fuck.

—!

—

FEARLESS is an inner-city pigeon who grew up in CENTRAL PARK

EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAYBREAK

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE - THE FESTIVAL PROJECT (TM), INC. COPYRIGHT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Enter The 3D.

https://youtu.be/4tchiIkembk

‘ONE WORLD'

S Ū P ∆ Я E E .™

‘This One Moment. This One Movement; This is our Legacy'

We Only Have:

One light to shine

One life to live

One place to thrive

One heart to give

One place in time

One night to win

One world without

One world within

I front the bill

I just signed my will

If it's right, I feel

If it's night I will

Ride or die to get it

Fight or flight, to fit in

Write despite the villain

Right on Time; I'm chillin

I don't mind the grillin

I just signed, my million

I'm a vinyl spinnin,

I just came to get it,

If it's tight, I'm fitted

Flip the script:

I just gripped the whip and ripped

space space and time

A new rhythm and rhyme:

Body and Mind

My soul spirit split and

I sense the Divine,

In an infinite sky

HOOK

You only get--

one chance

One song

One dance

Not Long

No Rights, No Wrongs

If opportunity knocks,

Be ready to rock

You only got

One chance

One song

One dance

Not Long

No Rights, No Wrongs

If opportunity knocks,

Be ready to rock

It's One World

Actions speak louder than words,

Let me show you:

Call “Action” from the back of a hearse

I'm breaking the curse

I'm shattering verses,

He's swerving, absurdities

Heard it Hurts to be the last and the first,

My Honor's my word

This Verse is in cursive,

I swerve to curve every word

Bring heaven to earth,

You're nervous,

I give birth to the worlds;

I'm quenching your thirst,

The only ball you got is a Nerf;

Don't walk on my Turf,

I'll probably leave you covered in dirt,

Whatever it's worth.

You only get

one chance

One song

One dance

Not Long

No Rights, No Wrongs

If opportunity knocks,

Be ready to rock

You only got

one chance

One song

One dance

Not Long

No Rights, No Wrongs

If opportunity knocks,

Be ready to rock

It's One World

mind over matter

It don't matter

Make it happen

Mind over matter

Doesn't matter

Make it happen

HEY!

What in the what do you mean?

I'm bout to get me a doctorate degree

Roses are red, yes but money is green

Turn Might into Will and then wash rinse repeat

I write just to eat, workout and then sleep

If you wanna fight me, then, have many seats

You have a disease; it's evil it seems

If life is a game, then it's chess, I'm the queen

I don't need a King;

I rap and I sing;

You like them petite, well then, don't look at me

I turn to turntables, I run EDC

They call me the captain

Of all seven seas;

I talk to the trees,

Get down and my knees

If Jesus still weep

If Then he prob'ly a ‘she'

Kanye was right

This is all a God dream;

So When I fall asleep,

Then you learning to breathe!

...You Only Get

One light to shine

One life to live

One place to thrive

One heart to give

One place in time

One night to win

One world without

One world within

mind over matter

It don't matter

Make it happen

Mind over matter

Doesn't matter

Make it happen

You only get

one chance

One song

One dance

Not Long

No Rights, No Wrongs

If opportunity knocks,

Be ready to rock

You only got

One chance

One song

One dance

Not Long

No Rights, No Wrongs--

If opportunity knocks,

Be ready to rock

It's One World

YAHOO:

You got sampled.

Key/bpm: telemiscommunications

Feel like the walls are closing in on me

Let me excuse myself—

Let me—

Another panic attack

I can't breathe

Let me—(breathe!)

Another panic attack

I'm not where I'm supposed to be

I'm not where I want to be

So I just keep running (running)

Guess I've got anxiety

I'm not where I wanna be

Just a wanna be

I—

I can't breathe

Just let me—

*gasp for air*

Another panic attack

A planned terror attack

It can't be, can it?

You see me?

A walking disgrace

A walking disgrace

But I can't stop running

I just can't stand, it *glass shattering*

I just can't—

I just can't—

Can't stop running;

Stunning, stunning

Starting to feel the crash,

I just can't—

I'm not where I'm supposed to be

I'm not where I want to be

So I just keep running (running)

Guess I've got anxiety

I'm not where I wanna be

Just a wanna be

I—

I can't breathe

Just let me—

*gasp for air*

Another panic attack

Feel like the walls are closing in on me

Let me excuse myself—

Let me—

Another panic attack

I can't breathe

Let me—(breathe!)

Another panic attack