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-U.

Agatha…

A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light–

…We Meet Again.

FUCK. WHAT IS THIS.

I know, man.

FUCK.

Fuck.

Well, are you gonna tell this story or not?

This isn't possible.

It is possible.

This isn't happening.

–

This dude has a radio tower in his front yard.

That's his front yard?!

I fucking guess.

What is that.

That's a satilite.

Nice.

Yep.

Alright, you son of a bitch.

Hey! My mom's nice!

Not that nice–bringing you here.

How do you know that's how I got here?

Exactly my point.

[cocks pistol slowly.]

You're dead, mouse.

OH.

I GET IT.

kill that motherfucker.

Wait. Hold up.

Hold the phone!

Holding.

How did we get to this point?

I mean– a few ways.

What are you watching.

SHH.

Wedon'tknow.

SHHH.

OK!

SHHHHHHH!

IT' getting good.

Ya. It's getting deeper.

So much deeper.

WAit.

…

Who are you?

I'm a fan.

No.

How did you get in my house?

It's my house.

It's–

–no.

No, it's not.

YEs. this is my house.

No.

What.

GEt out.

SHH.

What.

DUde–

No.

Ze show is on and it is getting one deeper. Be quiet.

IT's getting two deeper.

–like nine deeper.

SHHH.

Oh, I get it.

She really wants to fuck Dillon Francis.

#FuckDillonFrancis

Uh, no–

I already did that.

Gross.

Excuse me.

You are excused!

I mean, I beg your pardon.

Please, don't beg.

Er, uh–

Could you repeat that last part?

Woah, this gets multidimensional as fuck.

I have a time machine.

Are there any loopholes?

There are loopholes.

THere better be loopholes.

Sorry, we're out.

GodDAMMIT.

What.

I was really looking forward to those loopholes.

Well, they're gone.

FUCK.

HEre, have some

Oh-Noh's.

I don't want–

Just SHUT UP and EAT YOUR CEREAL.

Don't worry–I'm still Team Skrillex.

There are TEAMS?!

Oh, yeah, bro.

Oh, so–it is a love story.

I don't think that's what this is.

I'M GONNA MURDER YOU.

Ok.

WITH MY DICK.

A-1.

There's something I need to tell you.

What.

But i'm sworn to secrecy

Then how am I supposed to–

Just–shh– follow my lead.

“The Magic Effect.”

Did it work?

Don't know yet.

You nutted to this girl 36 times in the last 20 Calendar days.

Ok…

36 Times. One Girl. 20 Days.

…What's your point.

This is ferocious.

I have your entire internet history.

All of it?

Oh yes. All of it.

Welp.

Well.

THat's it for me.

I've had enough.

There's no Skrillex Deepfake.

Aw. that sux.

Why would you look at this?

…why not, though?

You're a disturbed man.

I'm pretty regular.

REGULR TO WHO?

*shrugs* Me, I guess.

TURN THIS OFF.

I can't take it anymore.

Whatever happened to the–

SHHH.

Fuck. I'm so wasted.

So what do you think is gonna happen?

Listen. I have a lot to get through. THis is all just nonsense.

I think we're avoiding some heavy subjects, here.

Well, there are a lot of discrepancies.

Kill yourself.

I just did.

Kill yourself–again.

I–GodDAMMIT.

Just do it.

NO.

Come on.

Congratulations, you got the job!

Yes! Thank you!

What's the job?

I need you to get the fuck out of here in the next five seconds–before I blow my head off, and take you with me.

Don't do that.

Five…

Yo, i'm serious.

Four…

Jesus Christ, dude.

YOu don't think this hits a little close to home.

Home? what is home?

For the Record, Skrillex, Dillon Francis, and Deadmau5 respectively are all getting their dicks sucked on yachts right now in some foreign exotic country–

You're not wrong.

That is correct.

Standard music business.

And People are living in tents under bridges.

I'm just saying.

If you think this project is reckless and bizarre, check your own simulation.

So.

So.

Where were we?

Somewhere between blowing our heads off and getting our dicks sucked?

I'm sure there's a striking correlation somewhere.

‘My Candle Burns At Both Ends…'

Oh, More Occult Magic

God Bless The Illuminati

GOD

I Am The Illuminati

Glad that's settled.

Three.

Goddamit, don't do this.

Two– [cocks pistol]

Why just pistols.

Cause shotguns are messy–

–and for dramatic effect;

I love that sound.

[the other party quickly removes his handgun from his waistband, shooting the other man and then himself quickly; They now both lay dead.]

How do I write this

Just write it.

I need adderall.

You need Jesus.

By goD, youre right. [iPhone]

What are you doing?

Calling on Jesus.

Are you serious.

He's the plug.

Ugh.

I need adderall.

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I don't need it to last;

I just want it–

I want it so bad,

In my mind,

And my hands are just throbbing

My heartbeat, the hearthrob

Red, red, robin

Sang the very last song;

Now it's all over

Just another sad, sob story

Just another one,

No worries

Supper,

Super Vegan Salad,

Naan and Hummus,

Minestrone

Don't you wanna know why Equinox?

Because, I'm horny

As the clock struck one, I woke again

with hunger, not for money

“I just wanted you to come”

“I just wanted you to fuck me”

Now, where were we?

Or where are we?

I got another Hot One, for ya

Another Jane Fonda movie part,

If she wants,

I think she'll love it

Listen,

Control–Release

–Control—-

—Release—-

Control—---Release.

—-----Control

—-------Control

—----------Control.

Nobody cares about me

I should kill myself, prob'ly

I've been waking up lately,

sweating

Thinking of how you don't want me

But i keep on dreaming

I'm breathing you in

Believe me, I hate this

I'm letting you in

A knock at the door –

I don't answer

You hate me now

Heavier,

I was just thinking of ending it

I don't go out no more, really

I hate it, cause

I'm the whole city

I hate it

I shoukd just kill myself maybe

I'm lagging, a bit

But its still synchronistic

I hate this

Just wanted some dick

But i wasted my chsnces and wishes on

Killing myself again

Where you been lately?

Where you been lately?

Where you been lately?

Where you

Where were you

I hate you, I

Hate myself

No, I'm not angry

Well.

I'm just a dumb little whorel

Whats'a worth to you?

Words?

Or just nothing…

No curse,

Nothing.

Love,

Nothing.

I sleep at night but I'd rather be

Dead than alive

Theres no love,

Its a lie

Just go

Left, back to right

Die,

Or just diet

Might as well try it, right?

All by design,

Its designer

Its right in my budget,

Hey there, delilah;

You like it?

I might not be light,

But I sure am righteous

[You will not ever love me;

Love is an illusion.

You would not ever love me;

Love is an illusion.]

You're only in my mind

(in my mind, i am)

You're only in my mind

The whole world is in my mind

In my mind, I am

(You're only in my mind)

You're only in my mind

In my mind, I am

I am in my mind

It was all a lie!

(It all aligned, inside my mind)

It was all a lie!

(Another test of time, I am)

It was all a lie!

How could you find me here?

I need some amphetamine;

Know what I mean?

I'm a fiend for focus;

Dopamine, adrenaline, and even–

Screaming on my knees beneath you

You know what I mean?

You need me?

You know what I mean.

You mean it?

You know what I need.

I need some amphetamine;

In shades of green,

Believe it

I can't eat my words,

If i'm not eating

(I'm not eating)

I can't even read,

If i'm not sleeping

(i'm not sleeping)

Life is Pretty Odd,

Lets make it even

Shades of green;

Believe it

Shady trees and leaves

A change of season

Don't just want it,

But I need it

You need me?

You know what I mean.

You mean it?

You know what I need.

I need some amphetamine;

In shades of green,

Believe it

__

–And he's got green eyes–

(And he's got green eyes–)

(And he's got green eyes–

–And he's got green eyes

–And he's got blue eyes;

–And he's got blue eyes–

–And he's got blue eyes–

And he's got blue eyes

_And she's got brown eyes

–And she's got brown eyes

–And she's got brown eyes,

And she's got brown eyes

And there's just one love

And there's just one heart

And there are more parts,

To this story

But here's the first part…

–And she's got blue eyes–

(and she's got blue eyes)

(She's got blue eyes)

(She's got blue eyes

–And I stay up at night,

Sometimes,

And cry about him

–And he's got hazel eyes…

And I stay up at night,

sometimes ,

And write about him

And he's got brown eyes

(and he's got brown eyes)

(And he's got brown eyes)

)and he's got brown eyes)

–and he's just like me–

But he don't like me–

Cause I see

Eyes,

In my dreams, and I

keep

writing about them

-The Ripple Effect.

Damn.

You put the whole album in the description?

Yeah.

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To think,

It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs—

And in the end, if you don't make the cut

They just make you kill yourself, anyway.

Love isn't real, but money is;

And all men want is money,

So they can buy the love—

And all women want is love—

But it has to come with money

Or it all just falls apart

It all just falls apart

It all just falls apart

“Illuminatus”,

Open, close

Illuminaudio, for starters

Cross a crucifix for sons, and wanted daughters

What's a brother to a sister—

Or a mother to a father?

What's a stop sign to a car,

If no one's driving?

In the end, they kill you off

In the end, they kill you off

With every cough, they kill you off—

But there's always another

Who wants to be a star—

Or just

The mother of his child,

Maybe both

Genetic lotto luck

—the cut off.

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-U.

I had one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of cheesecake—which of course only reminded me of Sonny Moore—the decadent, delicious red velvet—and Dillon Francis—the spiced and ecclectic trademark carrot cake—if only not to sooty the pain of joe much I wanted both of them, but probably didn't need them—how I craved them so, but they probably weren't good for me, nor would they last—

—but they would both be delicious, anyhow.

The seagull said.

“To the sea, we go!”

Overhead, he flies

As the day goes by me

Idly, I wait—

I could take a ride,

But i'd rather be

By myself,

By my…

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For,

As soon as the moon is full,

She also begins to wane—

And as sure as we are to shine,

We also fade away.

(For The Lovers Pt. I /'All About U')

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M4MXS III: ‘complications.' IV - [P Ï Z Z Δ. ]

I am in love with you–

Oh no!

Not again!

What will we do about this?

I'm afraid–

Don't be afraid…

There's nothing left to do, sire.

This is disastrous…

We must let the romance run its course.

“Self Fulfilling Prophecies”

C'esme't! –You've brough a friend...

Your Majesty–

Who's this?

My sage.

Ah, I see.

An honor, your highness

–Not my choice–

To finally meet you.

Ah. You as well.

I offer protection, your majesty, as Her Highness is unfamiliar to your realm.

I'm familiar enough.

C'esme't–be kind.

For what?

Pleasure to meet you, as well–uhm–

Sage.

Ehm–Sage–the Sage?

Yessir.

One who neednt be called neednt a name…

Ah, well, it is with great honor that I welcome you both to my Kingdom.

How very chivalrous.

It's my nature.

Ugh, I'm going to be sick.

The indian fare from one of my new favorite restaurants, not that I had tried many, was hitting the spot– but my stomach began to unsettle, as I thought about the massive attack of sensory overload I was getting, which seemed to be coming from all angles–

“God, he's so handsome…” of course, i had been trying not to think about it, but something deep inside of me didn't miss a beat when it came to hunting down new music that I needed–and even older records that I needed to catch up in collecting, which indeed had led me to a

WHAT! THIS DIMENSION HAS A SPY KIDS 4?!

Are you serious?

Come on, pick your heart up off the floor, now.'

As the sun rises over Manhattan,

My mind races to the past,

A complex misunderstanding–

A phenomenon, at best–

The most profound and circumstantial

Quiet, lost conundrum;

To th eye, an Idol

This,

A childhood obsession.

“I guess that's a start”

His folder would be one of the smallest, of course, especially once compared to that of Skrillex, Dillon Francis, or even, remarkably so, Jimmy Fallon's –if I could ever wrap my mind around attempting to organize The Festival Project from what it was into anything palpable–and it very much wasn't. It didn't entirely make sense at all to anyone but myself, or at the very least I thought it didn't, though however some seemed to be at least listening to the series, strangely enough, it still had no real foundation or true platform.

‘The way his energy moves inside of his body…'

It was a repetitive thought, my obasesions becoming conglomerate, probably even moreso exacerbated by the awful long bout of celibacy, as I also to have reached my sexual peak–it wasn't fair, but it was at the very least a learning experience–however unwelcome–and my wants and needs seemed to be rather specific, which I hated.

Ooh, Boss Fight.

Nice.

Please Help Me.

No.

I don't know where i”m going.

Okay.

OKAY?! i'M NOT OKAY.

I don't care.

AGH.

Oh great, which God is this?

Idk.

Hey, what's your name again?

Axis.

GOsh, what an InSpIRAtIoN

I'm addicted to Crack Cocaine.

Ok. What else do you want to do?

If you go through this portal, something on the other side is going to kill you.

Fine! I'm ready to die!

Hi.

Hi.

I JUST WANT TO GET HIGH AND MAKE LOVE TO YOU WITH MY SOCKS ON.

I wish i never saw this.

HUh. What happened.

WIll you eat thiss?

NO!

Will you eat this–for one million dollars?

YES.

I can't believe your mom sold you into slavery.

IT'S OK. I LIKE IT.

Uhhh .

Now, i'm going to ask you something.

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I can't fall for this again—

Another rich and handsome man—

A dream he wants to be my friend

A dream he wants to hold my hand

Oh look,

Another dance for anthem

Look,

I'm just another fan

No, I can't fall for this again

—but they would go against the plan

A simple programming error,

Lips the color of a pomagranite

Circle on the palm,

And then , of course,

We press the center

And look, here we are again

Another life,

Another love

A new wife—

Another husband

Honest?

I'm just good with fucking

—aha

I just want to fuck you

I got love, but what it good for

Look at me, or look at nothing!

Look,

I'm just good with fucking

Check the news for new engagements

Fucking sick and fucking tragic

Nothing more than actors,

DJs, drinks and addicts

Look,

I'm just a happy accident—

I still hate Dillon Francis

And I never wanted Skrillex:

That shit never even happened!

Have you had enough yet?!

Carrot cake does sound good

Ten karat long engagement ring—

Is that a lot?

I'm just a homeless

Look, I'm just another DJ

Some fake model stole it

Some would call it occult Magic

—honest?

I just want some dick, man

Fuck it

—aha

I just want to fuck you

I got love, but what it good for

Look at me, or look at nothing!

Look,

I'm just good with fucking

You know why you like me?!

Yes, I know why I like you—

Cause I'm rich!

—no, actually—it's because you're smart.

Where in the fuck are you going?

I don't know yet.

Well, know faster—we have company.

Fuck.

Destroy every bit of evidence.

Ok.

—and make sure nobody sees you.

Yeah, right!

YO.

Why the fuck are you here, Timmy?

I told you, I'm not Timmy.

I don't give a fuck who you are—where's my money?

It's— it's on the way, I promise.

I'm don't take well tk promises, Timmy.

What do you take well to?

Money.

FUCK.

What!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

What?!

We're too late, she's gone!

Goddammit.

—She was already here!

FUCK.

FUCK.

FUCK!

>>> FUCK!

How do you know?

—there's glitter, everywhere.

Is it gone?

It's gone?

ALL OF IT.

TIMMY TRUMPET plays a SKRILLEX.

Etto, Timmy?!

Oh shit, another Timmy.

That's weird. I was just thinking he about Skrillex.

Why.

Timmy, put a shirt on.

That's it.

What.

You can't be hot and play the trumpet.

Why.

One thing's gotta go.

THE DEVIL takes away Timmy Trumpet's ability to play the trumpet.

WHAT.

Can't have both.

Well, I don't really need both now, do I?

When I'm in a tough spot I have to listen to deadmau5

—something about the precision and frequencies out my brain somewhere between auropilot and dead space.

I don't know.

I've done just about everything you can think of listening to deadmau5.

Almost.

But, I noticed—

Working out to deadmau5 is strange.

It puts me in some kind of vibration where people notice me—

Not just notice me.

People are suddenly “impressed” with whatever it is I'm doing.

And it's usually something regular as fuck—

I'm just doing it to deadmau5.

And for some reason, people are like

“Wooooow!!”

Okay, whatever.

I used to work out to Skrillex.

Actually.

I used to work out to only Skrillex.

I don't know if its just because I was fat, or cause I liked Skrillex.

Now its like running a serrated knife up my spine.

I started to figure out I was kind of famou—

Kind of—

When I showed up at the gym and Skrillex songs kept coming on

I'm like

“This is what I get for doing nothing but free trials”

But hey,

You try finding a gym in the shitty areas of New York worth paying for.

It's very hard.

The crazy thing about this story is—

There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually.

EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY.

Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin—

Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts”

Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot!

So?!

So I know you got it goin on! Look at you!

I'm mad rich!

Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes.

My girlfriend might be cheating on me!

Yeah—She's not, though.

How do you know?

Cause I tried!

Yeah. Take your shirt off.

No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you!

Because! He tried—

HE tried!

You sell out.

And Andre tried—

[ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome]

—you too, bro?

[ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly]

That's an NBA player—

What the FUCK, YO.

—and she said NO.

ANDRE

Yup. Shot me down.

Oh really—from all the way up there?!

Face it, man! You're fuckin hot!

I don't like the way that sounds coming from you—

Take your shirt off!

Were you this aggressive with my girl?!

Don't be like that…

Nah— fuck you!

Yo! C'mon, man—

And you three!

You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood!

It's Beverly Hills!

—Exactly my point!

You're new here—you'll catch on.

You know what!

I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on.

[SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”]

Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history.

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I just want to have sex with you.

At this point, I don't want anything else— but know this, even the most simple, natural, animalistic thing is unattainable—

I'm not even successful enough to know you—

Or beautiful enough—

Or rich enough—

Or whatever it is that gets to sit in that seat next to you—

I'm not enough.

So whatever it is—

Whatever energy won't leave my body—

The racing and obsessive thoughts about you—

The surges of lust and passion through my body—

Wanting you and only you

Needing you and only you

That feeling that no one else will ever measure up — because no one else will ever measure up

I hate it—

And I'm upset as fuck.

Shabbat after sunset II

A spell starts working the very moment you decide to do it.

It works well when you know and understand its direct and exact intention

SHIA LABEOUF and SUNNI BLŪ are easily Hollywood's most obnoxious and cringeworthy couple.

Nothings more cringeworthy than this, though.

SUPACREE and DIPLO go PUBLIC,

Ewwww.

They are gross.

They're so gross.

Ugh.

Okay. We gotta find Skrillex and get back to the dimension where that whole first storyline-

What guest storyline

SCARY MONSTERS AND—

You're not real!

I am real.

No! Go away.

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Get out!

Ok.

You're just a character in my book mothafucka!

Peru firebox fml

AH! THANK MADONNA!

Lol

Tongue in cheek we are—

Around the way we go,

To a place we only know

In my body, in my soul

I should have let out before I left but

Ain't nobody got time for that

I

Just recently learned what a New York minute is—

I don't like minute men,

But I like miniatures

It was the strangest thing—

Just the day,

And the thought of the man,

Had me swoon and nearly fall in love again

Wonder what had become of him,

And remembered for a moment

What love is

I had the rest of Renaissance to finish my quick set—which was only a few songs away— and at least I had made it t had made it to the gym, I thought — but suddenly, or maybe even not so, I was haunted by residual sex dreams of Dillon Frances, tememberqnces of Jon Sennet, and all the things I had said and done up to that point, which had led me to a point of absolute and udder confusion, withdrawal and detest hem t from everything I had learned about reality- at an accelerated pace—

The irony of it was, I was hopping to beyoncè Shazaming what sounded like a familiar friend in death, Kurt Cobain, or at least I thought, and taking everything I could for aampling purposes? If not just for sheer enjoyment—

“You could write a book about me”

Jon had one piped

“Don't” , he followed.

And for years, I listened, unknowing that the collections of poetry, early additions to my song catalogue, and entries in my very intimate auto-biographical timeline would culminate someday to be alone books themselves, let alone entries into the festival project, which now coveted the expanse of what was surely several books, thousands of songs, and an endless collection of poetry that had yet to pay off, but perhaps one day would, even after my death—which I was sure was presently, as nothing seemed at all as it had been before—

Skip to the

Whatever.

Pressed for time

My expressions repressed

Overused phrases

And yet,

I still mean them

How many cases of Fiji water did beyoncè sell in one like?

Did we ever connect those timelines?

Lol no.

Well, I'm not racist.

Are you sure.

No!

GROWLS.

—but my dragon is.

Oh shit.

I don't need hair but a knee brace

Don't make that face at me

Cause you want it that way

Yeah

You wanted it that way

SONNY MOORE ends up in BEYONCE's body after an attempt to finally recapture the original SUPACREE is thwarted.

Lol she's a good actress, I know she can play this.

Sense memory

To the end of the world and back witb you,

To

Right back where we started,

Just a little bit further out

And a little bit better off

Still not where we belong,

Still too far gone from what we thought we all deserved

And still,

And yet,

And here we are

Another Random Album

Oh my God

Don't let the tears fall, now

You're just a sore spot in my body

That I need to work out

And I don't know how it got so bad

That I haven't a care in the world to be had

Or a friend,

But I sure do miss my class

My passenger

Nah, it can't be,

That dreams mean anything

Listen,

I talked to the cat,

Quite candidly,

She was fantastic,

Had a knack for making me laugh

Oh wsnna okay good and robbers huh

Nah hon

I wanna play rockstars and movie stars

Stick cats

Stocks and bond

Shop o.Lb wakstreet insyead of Walmart

If that's what money does

Calm down,

It's just a jamizame

Thought I was gone,

But I just nodded off some

I thought you wanted all of nothing

Want the dodgers,

But the Boston. Socks won,

I want all the love you've got

And God forgot

Let season 7 commence,

Timmy turners in over his head

His orherchakf

In another dimension

A dead beat dad

But only because of this

STAY DOWN, TIMMY.

SUNNI BLU is a drug lord and well known king pen

Oh, the eloquence of ignorance,

Exerting his power over me

(From behind)

And he knows I like it

He knows I like it

And he knows I don't have time for this

No need for distractions

It's just an itch I need to scratch

And it's just an attraction

A fatal attraction

YO, FUCK DILKON FRAMCIZ

Sunni, you're drunk—again.

I DONT GIVR A FUCK.

I hopped the wrong bus

To far Rockaway

With my heart in my pocket

And a cop on my conscious

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.

I just want to have sex with you.

At this point, I don't want anything else— but know this, even the most simple, natural, animalistic thing is unattainable—

I'm not even successful enough to know you—

Or beautiful enough—

Or rich enough—

Or whatever it is that gets to sit in that seat next to you—

I'm not enough.

So whatever it is—

Whatever energy won't leave my body—

The racing and obsessive thoughts about you—

The surges of lust and passion through my body—

Wanting you and only you

Needing you and only you

That feeling that no one else will ever measure up — because no one else will ever measure up

I hate it—

And I'm upset as fuck.

Shabbat after sunset II

A spell starts working the very moment you decide to do it.

It works well when you know and understand its direct and exact intention

SHIA LABEOUF and SUNNI BLŪ are easily Hollywood's most obnoxious and cringeworthy couple.

Nothings more cringeworthy than this, though.

SUPACREE and DIPLO go PUBLIC,

Ewwww.

They are gross.

They're so gross.

Ugh.

Okay. We gotta find Skrillex and get back to the dimension where that whole first storyline-

What guest storyline

SCARY MONSTERS AND—

You're not real!

I am real.

No! Go away.

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Get out!

Ok.

You're just a character in my book mothafucka!

Peru firebox fml

AH! THANK MADONNA!

Lol

Tongue in cheek we are—

Around the way we go,

To a place we only know

In my body, in my soul

I should have let out before I left but

Ain't nobody got time for that

I

Just recently learned what a New York minute is—

I don't like minute men,

But I like miniatures

It was the strangest thing—

Just the day,

And the thought of the man,

Had me swoon and nearly fall in love again

Wonder what had become of him,

And remembered for a moment

What love is

I had the rest of Renaissance to finish my quick set—which was only a few songs away— and at least I had made it t had made it to the gym, I thought — but suddenly, or maybe even not so, I was haunted by residual sex dreams of Dillon Frances, tememberqnces of Jon Sennet, and all the things I had said and done up to that point, which had led me to a point of absolute and udder confusion, withdrawal and detest hem t from everything I had learned about reality- at an accelerated pace—

The irony of it was, I was hopping to beyoncè Shazaming what sounded like a familiar friend in death, Kurt Cobain, or at least I thought, and taking everything I could for aampling purposes? If not just for sheer enjoyment—

“You could write a book about me”

Jon had one piped

“Don't” , he followed.

And for years, I listened, unknowing that the collections of poetry, early additions to my song catalogue, and entries in my very intimate auto-biographical timeline would culminate someday to be alone books themselves, let alone entries into the festival project, which now coveted the expanse of what was surely several books, thousands of songs, and an endless collection of poetry that had yet to pay off, but perhaps one day would, even after my death—which I was sure was presently, as nothing seemed at all as it had been before—

Skip to the

Whatever.

Pressed for time

My expressions repressed

Overused phrases

And yet,

I still mean them

How many cases of Fiji water did beyoncè sell in one like?

Did we ever connect those timelines?

Lol no.

Well, I'm not racist.

Are you sure.

No!

GROWLS.

—but my dragon is.

Oh shit.

I don't need hair but a knee brace

Don't make that face at me

Cause you want it that way

Yeah

You wanted it that way

SONNY MOORE ends up in BEYONCE's body after an attempt to finally recapture the original SUPACREE is thwarted.

Lol she's a good actress, I know she can play this.

Sense memory

To the end of the world and back witb you,

To

Right back where we started,

Just a little bit further out

And a little bit better off

Still not where we belong,

Still too far gone from what we thought we all deserved

And still,

And yet,

And here we are

Another Random Album

Oh my God

Don't let the tears fall, now

You're just a sore spot in my body

That I need to work out

And I don't know how it got so bad

That I haven't a care in the world to be had

Or a friend,

But I sure do miss my class

My passenger

Nah, it can't be,

That dreams mean anything

Listen,

I talked to the cat,

Quite candidly,

She was fantastic,

Had a knack for making me laugh

Oh wsnna okay good and robbers huh

Nah hon

I wanna play rockstars and movie stars

Stick cats

Stocks and bond

Shop o.Lb wakstreet insyead of Walmart

If that's what money does

Calm down,

It's just a jamizame

Thought I was gone,

But I just nodded off some

I thought you wanted all of nothing

Want the dodgers,

But the Boston. Socks won,

I want all the love you've got

And God forgot

Let season 7 commence,

Timmy turners in over his head

His orherchakf

In another dimension

A dead beat dad

But only because of this

STAY DOWN, TIMMY.

SUNNI BLU is a drug lord and well known king pen

Oh, the eloquence of ignorance,

Exerting his power over me

(From behind)

And he knows I like it

He knows I like it

And he knows I don't have time for this

No need for distractions

It's just an itch I need to scratch

And it's just an attraction

A fatal attraction

YO, FUCK DILKON FRAMCIZ

Sunni, you're drunk—again.

I DONT GIVR A FUCK.

I hopped the wrong bus

To far Rockaway

With my heart in my pocket

And a cop on my conscious

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-U.