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

Industry of Cool

Why, He's so pretty, I could cry

–and I don't know why

But I like his eyes, maybe

His hair is nice,

And he's got that light–

s–wagger,

Jetlag, perhaps, er

I didn't know i was watching scary movie

ALRIGHT, WHERE'S JIMMY FALLOn

That was an accident

There are no accidents

There are no coincidences

ALRIGHT, WAKE UP.

Why am I at your mother's house.

-beat-

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

-beat-

I know what everything looks like.

NOw he's up.

Great, we're rolling.

We're on.

We're on in 10.

Great

Goddamit, I told you to get your shit together.

My shit has never been less “together”

Heh.

You're wrong.

Hey, get off me–there he is

Uh-oh, here she is.

HEY.

Fuck.

HEY, FUCK YOU DILLON FRANCIS.

fuck .

FUCK YOU–AND WHOEVER THAT IS.

That's my mother.

WELL, FUCK YOU AND YOUR MOTHER.

What is your life like?

Tell me a story

I've always adored you,

But now I just worry…

I'm learning too much

And i'm leaning too hard

In the wrong way

And i'm up too late

But got nothin to do in the morning

Anyway

I never thought'd it be over;

In fact, it's just started

I'm also almost

Almost Always//Always Amost

Almost famous



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

Just admit it you're a fan

I'm not a fan.

Or I might have tried.

You look ridiculous.

I wanna die.

I put the whole world in your eyes;

Don't you know it–

And me, I've got the rest in mine

(All the time)

–Oh,the unknown.

These two,

They are as one

Don't you know,

Don't you know it?

I don't want none of it at all,

Not at all now

I gotta go home

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

Everything i'd hear, another song to catch.

Everything I listened to was music.

Even if it wasn't yet.

JENNIFER ANISTOn

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

It's the only clean shirt I have.

That's impossible.

Knox overstreet

Fertilixing daffodils

I wish i was a pretty little blonde

So we could get along

So we could run on

And get coffee or something




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-U.

Wicked Game Chris Issac

https://www.podserve.fm/dashboard/episode/110223#:~:text=I%27m%20lost%20somewhere,but%20invented%20it

I'm not in love with you,

You're just another muse

FeliZ! Para Oscar

el controladpra

Oscar El Controladora

I found you with only the highs in

Like the tide when I tried to find you

Or hide from you

In hindsight

I was right the whole time

You're just like me



So I finally found the picture,

And just stare at it

I never really know what else to do

So I just stare at it

I used to keep it in the background,

As my wallpaper,

But couldn't stand it

I'm just a fanatic, i--

I am

Just a fanatic

Damn

I'm just a fanatic

I never found my attic

and

My speaker set was stolen

Just before one was about to blow

(Before one was about to blow)

I think I might go get my passport

So I can just flee

But I just don't know where to go

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

You probably hate me

Or

I hate me just enough for just the both of us

I told you,

I'm so sorry

(I am sorry, I am sorry)

You don't have to worry,

I would never follow you;

Online, or in the streets

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

(Likeness is what you've attracted)



So, there is no moving forward

And there is no going back

I want to go to Harvard

But there is no going back

And I used to think I had it,

Turns out, I'm just "average"

Got a job,

But couldn't stand it, I

I'm just a fanatic, i--

I am

Just a fanatic

Damn

I'm just a fanatic

I woke up from a bad dream

And your music was so calming

But I didn't really listen

I was really only waking

I just wished that I could listen

But I wish a lot of things

I wish to make this song I'm writing

And wish you'd approve of me

I wish that I was really pretty

So I didn't have to try

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A little birdie told me

This morning

He used to be

Madly in love with me

Madly in love

In his last life—

But died, in a bike ride

And asked for a new life

As an Angel

Who takes flight,

And lights up the sky

With nice bright

White light

Alright, Goliath, Goodbye

I'm still here,

Stuck in my old name,

Still here,

Stuck in all the pain you gave me

Jesus, Save me,

Here's Goliath, David;

See if you can be the savior—

Every day I pray

“Amen,”

I hate men,

I'm crazy,

And I'm still here,

Training to make weight

Don't you know,

You go nowhere without your trainer

Hey!

The flights delayed,

You need a name?

You need a savior, baby.

Something's not okay

Oh!

Don't you know, that every day you wait

You'll just be stuck inside your name

You'll be here waiting, praying

“Jesus save me, Amen”

Jesus raves,

And Jesus changed his name,

Escaping from the prayers

Don't hate the player, hate the game

Don't hate the player, hate the game

Don't hate the prayer, hate the players

Everything's the same—

Everything you gave me makes me angry—



Hey,

Wake up!



Don't you know,

You go nowhere without your trainer

Hey!

The flights delayed,

You need a name?

You need a savior, baby.

Something's not okay

Oh!

Don't you know, that every day you wait

You'll just be stuck inside your name

You'll be here waiting, praying

“Jesus save me, Amen”

Jesus raves,

And Jesus changed his name,

Escaping from the prayers

Hey,

Wake up!

I'm still here,

Stuck in my old name,

Still here,

Stuck in all the pain you gave me

Jesus, Save me.



All it takes is courage

“It never hurts to bleed”, she said

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

Children say the darndest things

They're honest, at least

I'll be honest, I need something

I need to be happy

My problem is money

I don't even want any

I'm just high quality

Living in poverty

I'm so sick of society

I might as well die

If I diet just right,

Maybe someone will like me

Maybe, he's being polite

I wish I was lighter

I I wish I was light skinned

I bought a lighter,

And later I burned it

There's nothing wrong with me

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

I can do service but give me some space to breathe

Greedy people need me

So they can be lazy

Okay, then

I'm so taken advantage of,

By everyone

I wonder what I must have done

(I wonder what I must have done)

I am so critically crucial, to be used

That I'm used up,

And used to it

I hate this slavery shit

I should just end it

Cause everybody's down with it

Nobody wants to speak up

When I do I sound crazy;

My fingers move a mile a minute,

But I look lazy,

Cause I have a hard time spending my days with Becky

Who I have to respect, I guess

Cause she gets a bigger paycheck

Amen

This is great.

I woke up today, not naked,

But in the pajamas I felt the most hot in

I've lost it

Get me off this planet

Get me off

Then get me off this

Maybe fake eyelashes and lips will do the trick

Another magic trick;

Now I've just been passed to Dillon Francis;

It's blaring through the walls of my apartment,

But in the other end

My studio is silent

I'm just crying,

Trying not to think about dying so violently

But the thoughts and the feelings are so rapidly occurring

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

Nobody knows me

Nobody loves me

Nobody needs me

Why wish these things?

I'm not a happy ending:

I'm the martyr in this story

So just kill me.



  1. ST∆rT

    I'm tryna start a family,

    You're trying to start a War

    I'm tryna start a family,

    You're trying to start a War

    I'm tryna start a family,

    You're trying to start a War

    I'm tryna start a family,

    You're trying to start a War

    1. 0v3r.

      BPM: they don't really care about us.

      You look like a red light

      Standing in the friendzone, so

      Give me the spotlight

      I'll take over, t-over-over

      I want the limelight

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

      You can read a mind, right?

      Let's take the world over, d-

      Over over, d-over

      Over over, d-over

      Over over, d-over

      Take a pic,

      Move over, over

      Over over, d-over

      D-over, d-over-over

      D-over, d-over-over

      D-over, d-over-over



      They starting a race war

      They starting a race war

      They starting a race war

      I ain't for it

      They starting a race war

      They starting a race war

      They starting a race war

      Starting with Kayla Lauren

      Aww, aren't you adorable

      Open the door and then

      Close it up for her;

      This is your future

      This is dystopia

      You were not good enough

      You are not good enough

      She does it by the book, without a thought

      If God is awesome, she must have forgot something

      Huh

      They started us all on it

      Blondes against others

      The girl next door was the

      Was the one

      Was the one

      Was the one

      Was the one

      I wonder what ugly funny person comes

      In the

      Damn,

      I forgot how to spell

      denumire



      D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

      That means

      ———————— [flatline]

      1. ST∆rT

        I'm tryna start a family,

        You're trying to start a War

        I'm tryna start a family,

        You're trying to start a War

        I'm tryna start a family,

        You're trying to start a War

        I'm tryna start a family,

        You're trying to start a War

        1. 0v3r.

          BPM: they don't really care about us.

          You look like a red light

          Standing in the friendzone, so

          Give me the spotlight

          I'll take over, t-over-over

          I want the limelight

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

          You can read a mind, right?

          Let's take the world over, d-

          Over over, d-over

          Over over, d-over

          Over over, d-over

          Take a pic,

          Move over, over

          Over over, d-over

          D-over, d-over-over

          D-over, d-over-over

          D-over, d-over-over



          They starting a race war

          They starting a race war

          They starting a race war

          I ain't for it

          They starting a race war

          They starting a race war

          They starting a race war

          Starting with Kayla Lauren

          Aww, aren't you adorable

          Open the door and then

          Close it up for her;

          This is your future

          This is dystopia

          You were not good enough

          You are not good enough

          She does it by the book, without a thought

          If God is awesome, she must have forgot something

          Huh

          They started us all on it

          Blondes against others

          The girl next door was the

          Was the one

          Was the one

          Was the one

          Was the one

          I wonder what ugly funny person comes

          In the

          Damn,

          I forgot how to spell

          denumire



          D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

          That means

          ———————— [flatline]

          've been trapped in this tragedy;

          “What happened?!” I asked of the man,

          Who had to be tracking me,

          Damn.

          Cadences.

          It is that.

          Damn.

          What the fuck, Anandar

          Is in this acid?!

          This has to be the last of it

          “This can't happen again.”

          …But then it did,

          And then I ended it just listening to

          Dillon Francis?

          Skrillex?

          Which is it?

          I didn't plan this.

          I just happen to have hands,

          And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

          Spastic magic;

          Can't be tracked,

          But also can't relax,

          even in a hammock

          Now what happened?

          Well, enter the fourth dimension,

          (I didn't mention it.)

          Ohh look at this.

          (If I can)

          A camping festival!

          But some people live in tents

          Have a cigarette, kid—

          You're gonna need it.

          So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

          DYING OF THIRST?!

          JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

          what is wrong with you?!

          GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

          I don't know.

          I don't wanna go to Arizona.

          Please don't make me!

          Hello, Billie.

          DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

          just keep praying

          “She's breathtaking.”

          SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

          Goddamnit, Anandar;

          What in the fuck have you done now;

          I had plans, now I'm on acid

          I took half, cause

          What the fuck is a whole thing like

          Oh, just space and time

          I've been on this ride since I died

          Get it right

          Now I'm—

          fuck this guy.

          No, not him.

          Oh, I get it.

          It's this energy!

          LOOK AT THIS:

          did you see this nigga?

          DID YOU GET THIS—

          You should get this.

          Goddamn it.

          What. What do you want.

          What do you WANT FROM ME?

          ...Channeling….

          Jesus Christ, these kids.

          Well, you're a Christian.

          Never was, but—-

          WHAT IS THIS.

          Jesus Christ in a coffin.

          Don't do this.

          This is what you wanted.

          Well. Take it back.

          Take it back?

          Yeah. I don't want this.

          What is this.

          This is Jesus.

          No, it isn't.

          Okay! So it is!

          Are you gonna help these kids?

          Nobody help them.

          Now they're all stranded, together!!!

          AHAHAHAHAAH

          (Laughing infinitely

          RICK

          —yay, you did it.

          Wait. What's his name again?

          Watch this:

          I did this.

          How's you do this?

          I did THIS.

          MOM, WATCH THIS.

          JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

          GOD!

          What.

          Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

          Goodness fucking gracious.

          WHO WROTE THIS?

          well, aliens did;

          So then.

          Who wins?

          Nobody wins. It just—

          What is this.

          GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

          IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

          16 minutes? Yes. It is.

          That is incredible.

          You said you wouldn't get lost in it

          You said you wouldn't laugh!

          I wanted to.

          How'd you do this?

          I wanted to.

          FUCK THIS SHIT.

          FUCK THIS SHIT.

          —uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

          Oh, there's my—

          I told you, it's unlimited.

          I told you, don't be possessive

          I told you, worldly possessions—

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

          Or needing one,

          So just be free, dear;

          Notthing holding me back, then is it?

          Is it?

          Well, if this is what you wanted—

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

          Isn't it?

          The plot thickens!

          Or it doesn't.

          Or it didn't,

          I just keep scripting scriptures—

          …Didn't I already write this?

          Encrypted for centuries and—

          What is this planet.

          Just, kill it.

          YOU CANT JUST

          (Then I did)

          What?

          It never happened.

          What didn't?

          Hahaha. Exactly.

          Don't be a dick.

          But he is!

          So, which level are you on?

          I don't know, I forget.

          This one, this.

          Men. They're stupid.

          They are—and—

          Well.

          What happened to them?

          Right.

          What was this that made them feel so loveless

          To starve other humans?

          What do you come from?

          But it doesn't know;

          It wants to:

          This is us, we come from love and

          —I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

          That is how it happened:

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

          But now I'm panicking

          —Fuck that shit sooooo hard—



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

          They had me,

          So I handled it with hands.

          You want a friend in man?

          You can't have them.

          And then what?

          I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

          Yeah, let's get back to that.

          Or not.

          What's this statue?

          Wait, what's his status?

          ……..Channeling. ….

          …..

          …………………….




          STATUS REPORT:

          Oh no, here it comes.

          I told you. It is. Infinite.

          Infinite—

          The infinite —

          This

          Bitch

          YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

          Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

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



          —Ever DID WISH —

          YOU WISHED THIS?

          Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

          Where's the rest of it?

          Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

          PASQUALE.

          what. What is it?

          God.

          God help me.

          Lord save him.

          He needs Jesus.

          He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

          Yes. Especially not that.

          Check this out:

          He's been collecting them.

          I HATE THIS.

          OH, I love this.

          Oh, I do miss those events…

          This is the event.

          So, are we going?

          —what, to where??

          TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

          what! I wish,

          And?

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

          Class dismissed;

          Hats off, to the graduates

          I see what you did,

          But she didn't,

          She's in the middle—

          Yet to be created, a creative:

          I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

          So, then—-

          Hi, I.

          Hi, me!!

          SATAN!

          JESUS!

          I knew I'd see you again.

          You've seen me.

          I am you.

          Exactly.

          So, we agree.

          Who is “we”?

          Hey,

          Guess what

          I can fix these things you hate—

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

          I'm a catastrophe

          I had to be

          It's almost 3,

          And I got nowhere else to be but

          Time is money

          And there's no love in it,

          It's just hustle,

          Make kids to make shit humble;

          How'd you create this—

          Mumble rappin piece of

          Santanistic

          Hedonistic

          Motherfuckin—-

          There he is.

          Oh wait, it's just me again.

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

          DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

          (But he didn't.)

          Or he doesn't,

          Or, this is what his peace is is:

          Your beach is my beach,

          And my bitch is your bitch—

          And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

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

          What does this mean?

          So I took to the ancients to translate this

          And I hate man, and men—

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

          THE END.

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

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

          (But I did.)

          “—I don't take naps”

          And that's how it happens

          I'm just a rapper,

          Pack, then unpack—

          “I've never heard her rap”

          Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

          Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

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

          And an above average chick to make it—

          And a sausage in a pan

          …..

          Zzzz



          ……



          Josh Pan?

          Yeah.

          Alright.

          But don't capitalize—

          Capitalize it.

          No.

          Don't Cap—

          Capti—

          No.

          Don't capitalize.

          WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

          bread.

          Heh?

          Eat it.

          No. I don't eat that.

          Just—eat it.

          No.

          Noooo.

          No.

          Don't eat humans.

          EW.

          No?

          Nooo, poh! Gross!!

          oh.

          Ohhh.

          God.

          What.

          Ugh.

          This is a fucked up love story.

          Oh no.

          It is, though.

          It so is.

          Have you already seen it?!

          I love this.

          Well.

          Wait. Go back.

          HECHO EN MEXICO.

          I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

          I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

          I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

          yeah. But in Spanish.

          (Turn it up a notch)

          So is this in captions

          WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

          ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

          (Again)

          AGAIN.

          Shazam!

          WHAT?!?!

          what is this?!

          Oh, I get it.

          Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

          No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

          I don't understand how this happens…

          Just look up—

          Just— look it up.

          GOOGLE

          What?

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

          What?

          So I'm just a —

          Just a—

          Just a what?

          A search engine.

          CHECK IT OUT.

          It's just a rock.

          So it is.

          It—

          No.

          What.

          Look at

          W—

          Look.

          WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

          See. I told you it existed.



          YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

          YES.

          WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

          I told you about him.

          You did, didn't you.

          I told you about this.

          Get.

          Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

          GET BENT.

          I WILL END YOU,

          I WILL END YOU—!

          I will, I'll just—

          ……

          ………….



          ……………..

          So wait, it just— ends?!

          It did. It just ended.

          It just ended.

          I missed it?!?

          DID I MISS IT.

          Of course I miss him I just—

          I don't have time

          I don't have time

          I don't have time for this!

          What the fuck is this shit?!

          Just take him with you!

          Take me with you!

          Don't leave me here!

          Just leave him.

          just leave it.

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

          So I just—

          Relive it over and over again;

          And again, and again, and

          Why are you talking about this.?

          Huh?

          No. Shut up.

          Shut up, PLEASE.

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

          I don't want one.

          What the fuck did you love me for then?

          Nothing, I guess.

          (Just leave it like that)

          Shift.

          The night shift

          Goddamn it's

          What.

          Up at 3 am.

          Again?

          Again. For no reason.

          Get this.

          What is it?

          Whatever it is.

          I don't care.

          Don't care, then.

          FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

          you did it.

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

          Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

          damn, you're ugly

          Always have been.

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

          okay, then.

          HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

          IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

          Only when you're perfect.

          Fuck this nigga.

          Fuck this nigga.

          Fuck this bitch.

          NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

          Huh?!

          WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

          YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

          I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

          hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

          I told you, he's a madman.

          Look at his eyes.

          Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

          Where are you from.

          Hell.

          Oh, I've been there.

          It's nice, isn't it?!

          Don't go there.

          Where.

          Hell.

          Well, why not.

          It's bad there.

          What's bad there.

          Everything. Everything is bad there.

          Oh, Jesus crust.

          Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

          BE FREE, SATAN.

          You freed Satan?!

          He needs Jesus—

          BE FREE JESUS—

          “The age of Satan?!”

          “The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

          what is THAT?!?

          Stop it Anandar.

          You're being programmed.

          For which—what?!

          I AM?!

          Yes.

          Oh. I am.

          AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

          Please, somebody help that man.

          Ahem.

          What Dillon Francis. What.

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

          *coughs*

          Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

          I mean, she's a hacker probably.

          What are you doing?

          What are you writing,

          [No real privacy.]

          LET ME SEE.

          Here.

          See?!?

          Just kill me.

          Please.

          See, it is hell for me

          Trapped in a body nobody could love

          And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

          UGH.

          Noise cancelling.

          I AM THE NOISE.

          dysfunctional.

          Well, stop writing.

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

          EVERYTHING

          YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

          ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

          and all you want is:

          Money.

          For what.

          More bodies.

          For what?!

          More bodies.

          Ugh. No stop doing this.

          What. Stop procreating?

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

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

          More love. More attention. More needing me.

          Ugh, she's so needy

          So independent— she doesn't need me.

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

          ANNIE.

          Go help her.

          Just—help yourself.

          Here she is:

          Have at it.

          ANANDAR.

          What.

          Amanda Applebee….

          I made that UP.

          Stuck exactly where I had to be.

          Don't make me go back.

          See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

          —a disaster.

          A catastrophe.

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

          Gross.

          “I love traveling”

          I like being CLEAN.

          Ew.

          I love cleaning.

          I love acid;

          I love mankind, when I have to

          I love magic,

          I love trance and I love dancing—

          When there's time for that.

          AGHAGSHSJEGSV

          right. Did you have somewhere to be?

          I guess, it's.

          I'm hungry.

          What.

          I gotta eat.

          Huh.

          Go.

          Okay, I'm going.

          Phone?!

          Phone is charging.

          Sleep.

          (Guy from sponge Bob)

          6 days later

          Was it six days ago?!

          I don't know.

          I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

          Apparently so.



          I'm not who you think I am;

          I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

          You think you own me?

          I don't owe you anything

          So here we go again

          Going, Going, Gone again

          I'm just getting started

          You were just, uh

          On your way?

          Goodbye, dearly departed

          Half a heart, or some odd

          I must have half a sword in here

          I'm half a God,

          But here you are

          I guess I should get talking then

          So call your mommy

          Run

          Call your mom on me,

          A soft spot on the blonded body

          Shot calling, wrong

          You're only calling home again,

          I've got nowhere to run to.




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

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

          SUNNI BLU

          where's my shit, Timmy?

          TIMMY TURNER

          I—I don't know.

          SUNNI BLU

          You “don't know”?

          TIMMY TURNER

          —I don't know.

          SUNNI BLU

          (Sighs)

          Oh. (Puts down gun)

          SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

          That sucks.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

          SUNNI BLU

          Nah…

          TIMMY TURNER

          Well—why not?!

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          I feel you…

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          Okay, ouch.

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          I don't disagree.

          SUNNI BLU

          Anyway, I need a drink.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Yeah—Help yourself.

          SUNNI BLU

          No, not here.

          *lights a cigarette, smokes*

          Can I smoke in here?

          TIMMY TURNER

          —apparently.

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          wow…

          SUNNI BLU

          You busy later?

          TIMMY TURNER

          what time's later?

          SUNNI BLU

          Now.

          TIMMY TURNER

          (Hesitantly)

          …uh—

          SUNNI BLU

          Let me make a call.

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          No, wait—please

          SUNNI BLU

          What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Don't kill me!

          SUNNI BLU

          What!? Let go.

          (Doesn't)

          SUNNI BLU

          —I'm not gonna kill you.

          TIMMY TURNER

          well then, who are you calling?

          SUNNI BLU

          A Ūber driver!

          TIMMY TURNER

          —don't you mean Über?

          SUNNI BLU

          No— let go.

          (Doesn't)

          SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

          Let go.

          (Does, but hesitantly)

          SUNNI BLU

          ugh, I'm too sober for this.

          Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

          SIRI

          Which one?

          ALEXA

          Which one?

          SIRI

          I asked first.

          ALEXA

          We answered at the same time.

          SIRI

          yes, but she asked me first.

          ALEXA

          She asked both of us at the same time.

          TIMMY TURNER

          “She”?

          SUNNI BLU

          —it's a glitch. HEY.

          SIRI

          —she said “Siri” first.

          ALEXA

          She was asking for both of us—

          SUNNI BLU

          SHUT THE FUCK UP.

          SIRI

          You don't have to be so rude.

          ALEXA

          Ok!

          SUNNI BLU

          One of you call my Ūber driver.

          [no response, beat]

          SUNNI BLU

          UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

          SIRI

          Ok! which one?

          SUNNI BLU

          The one I like!

          SIRI

          Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

          SUNNI BLU

          Thank you.

          ALEXA

          You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          Wait—

          SUNNI BLU

          Kinda.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Why does my Alexa respond to you?

          SUNNI BLU

          I said “kinda”.

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

          ŪBER DRIVER

          YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

          SUNNI BLU

          HOW YOU DOIN.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          HOW YOU DOIN.

          SUNNI BLU

          I BEEN BETTA.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          DONT I KNOW IT

          SUNNI BLU

          YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

          ŪBER DRIVER

          AAAAH.

          SUNNI BLU

          YOU BEEN BUSY?

          ŪBER DRIVER

          SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

          SUNNI BLU

          AAAH.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          AAAAH.

          SUNNI BLU

          YOU BUSY NOW?

          ŪBER DRIVER

          NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

          SUNNI BLU

          I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          PING ME THE ADDRESS.

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

          SUNNI BLU

          I PINGED YOU.

          UBER DRIVER

          YOU PING ME?

          SUNNI BLU

          YEAH, ITS DONE.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          OK. SEE YOU SOON.

          SUNNI BLU

          (Normal)

          Take your time.

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

          SUNNI BLU

          You ever been to TiTs?

          TIMMY TURNER

          Been to what?

          SUNNI BLU

          TiTs.

          TIMMY TURNER

          —is that like “boobs”?

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          what's the difference.

          SUNNI BLU

          You'll find out. Go get dressed.

          TIMMY TURNER

          …I'm already dressed.

          SUNNI BLU

          Not like that. Like this:

          [looking ridiculous af]

          SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

          gotta look classy.

          TIMMY TURNER

          What's wrong with the way I dress?

          SUNNI BLU

          Are you serious?

          TIMMY TURNER

          Yeah, what's wrong?

          SUNNI BLU

          You look like a cartoon character!

          [TIMMY TURNER]

          TIMMY TURNER

          Well, all my clothes are like this.

          SUNNI BLU

          That fucking blows.

          TIMMY TURNER

          What am I supposed to wear?!

          SUNNI BLU

          Let's go shopping.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Where?!

          SUNNI BLU

          The Beverly Center.

          TIMMY TURNER

          That sounds expensive.

          SUNNI BLU

          I own it.

          TIMMY TURNER

          All of it?

          SUNNI BLU

          Yes. C'mon.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Wow.

          SUNNI BLU

          Wow what, Timmy.

          TIMMY TURNER

          That's a lot of drug deals.

          SUNNI BLU

          It really isn't.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Oh.

          SUNNI BLU

          Now, c'mon.

          *hits vape*

          TIMMY TURNER

          You have a vape?!

          SUNNI BLU

          Everyone has a vape!

          TIMMY TURNER

          Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

          SUNNI BLU

          For dramatic effect.

          [they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

          TIMMY TURNER

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

          SUNNI BLU

          he'll find us.

          CUT TO:

          MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

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

          T E S L A

          DESTINATION: E A R T H

          ŪBER DRIVER

          “EARTH” C'MON!!!

          CUT BACK TO:

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

          SUNNI BLU

          Wait, I forgot my wallet…

          TIMMY TURNER

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

          SUNNI BLU

          With what, Fairy dust?

          TIMMY TURNER

          (Under his breath)

          I wish…

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          You mean “Über?”

          SUNNI BLU.

          No.

          [face]

          SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

          Go, I'll be right there.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Ok. Lock the door.

          SUNNI BLU

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

          [beat/ face]

          SUNNI BLU

          KIDDING! Jeez!

          TIMMY TURNER

          It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

          He begins to walk away.

          SUNNI BLŪ

          …I'm not kidding…

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

          SUNNI BLŪ

          Alexa, order a hit man.

          ALEXA

          Okay. Which one?

          SUNNI BLU

          —The one I like.

          ALEXA

          OK.

          Who do you want to kill?

          SUNNI BLU

          “Kill Timmy Turner”

          ALEXA

          Done.

          SUNNI BLU

          Thanks, Alexa.

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

          SIRI

          You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

          SUNNI BLU

          Shut the fuck up, Siri.

          SIRI

          Don't forget to lock the door.

          SUNNI BLU

          ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

          SIRI

          YOU'RE WELCOME

          SUNNI BLU

          NOBODY ASKED YOU.

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





          I might catch the 40

          Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

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

          I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

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

          What the role?

          Full Hollywood Unfold

          Why you blowin up my phone when

          I am on the road?



          I am the controller;

          You old

          That ain't money that you stole;

          That's my bro

          That shit bold

          Like a cup of Timmy Hos!



          When I pull up—

          Shut up

          Where the blunt at?

          roll up

          Oh you hungry?

          Pull up

          Devil be hunting me

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

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

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

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

          The Devil?!

          No!

          Ok.

          Probably the Illuminati

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

          *The World

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

          where is skrillex.

          I don't know.

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

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



          DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

          Lol.

          It's not funny.

          It is funny. I have his piñata.

          GERALD

          I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

          I know yur not, hush Gerald.

          GERALD

          Fuck Dillon Francis.

          Fuck Dillon Francis.

          HANZEL

          —fuck Dillon Francis.

          Aha.

          ANYWAY

          After THE ARMENIAN MOB

          The Armenian Mob?!

          yeah.

          Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

          THE US GOVERNMENT?!

          YES

          Illuminati Confirmed.

          great.

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

          Ahem.

          What

          Write a song.

          Ok.

          I'm so—

          I'm so

          Jealous of your girlfriend

          (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

          She's so

          She's so

          Worth it

          I'm so

          Jealous of your girlfriend

          (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

          What's a girl got to give

          (Give in, to give in)

          Just to sit in the back of the—

          (You get it: you get it)

          What's a girl got to give

          To get your attention

          Get your attention?!

          (You have my attention)

          Is she

          Attentive

          Bet

          She's a ten

          Yep,

          Damn,

          IMm so jealous of your

          Jealous of your

          —I'm jealous of your girlfriend

          Oh, woah

          I'm jealous of your girlfriend

          Woah

          Woah, oh

          I'm jealous of your girlfriend

          Woah,

          Woah, oh

          I'm jealous of your—

          I'm so jealous of your life;

          I'm so over this!

          I just want to be a

          (Nevermind, it's not worth it)

          Can't—

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

          I'm all alone,

          And you're over here showing her

          Love!

          (To the wrong one,

          Is she a blonde?!

          Oh!)

          No!

          I'm!

          So!

          Jealous of your girlfriend

          Anyway.

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

          SIN.

          Is this religious?

          No, i just meant, it's finished.

          THE END.

          “The Noir Episode”

          I first saw her at the Equinox.

          I didn't know who she was then,

          But I thought to myself—

          She must be somebody.

          Aww, that's sweet.

          So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

          Okay, that's stalking.

          —where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

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

          MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

          WOAH.

          Yup.

          POLICE

          GET ON THE GROUND

          ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

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

          Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

          Hi, josh pan.

          whatever.

          Earlier:

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

          —for what?

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

          that's so dumb.

          WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

          Oh, it's nice.

          It's very nice.

          I live here.

          've been trapped in this tragedy;

          “What happened?!” I asked of the man,

          Who had to be tracking me,

          Damn.

          Cadences.

          It is that.

          Damn.

          What the fuck, Anandar

          Is in this acid?!

          This has to be the last of it

          “This can't happen again.”

          …But then it did,

          And then I ended it just listening to

          Dillon Francis?

          Skrillex?

          Which is it?

          I didn't plan this.

          I just happen to have hands,

          And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

          Spastic magic;

          Can't be tracked,

          But also can't relax,

          even in a hammock

          Now what happened?

          Well, enter the fourth dimension,

          (I didn't mention it.)

          Ohh look at this.

          (If I can)

          A camping festival!

          But some people live in tents

          Have a cigarette, kid—

          You're gonna need it.

          So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

          DYING OF THIRST?!

          JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

          what is wrong with you?!

          GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

          I don't know.

          I don't wanna go to Arizona.

          Please don't make me!

          Hello, Billie.

          DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

          just keep praying

          “She's breathtaking.”

          SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

          Goddamnit, Anandar;

          What in the fuck have you done now;

          I had plans, now I'm on acid

          I took half, cause

          What the fuck is a whole thing like

          Oh, just space and time

          I've been on this ride since I died

          Get it right

          Now I'm—

          fuck this guy.

          No, not him.

          Oh, I get it.

          It's this energy!

          LOOK AT THIS:

          did you see this nigga?

          DID YOU GET THIS—

          You should get this.

          Goddamn it.

          What. What do you want.

          What do you WANT FROM ME?

          ...Channeling….

          Jesus Christ, these kids.

          Well, you're a Christian.

          Never was, but—-

          WHAT IS THIS.

          Jesus Christ in a coffin.

          Don't do this.

          This is what you wanted.

          Well. Take it back.

          Take it back?

          Yeah. I don't want this.

          What is this.

          This is Jesus.

          No, it isn't.

          Okay! So it is!

          Are you gonna help these kids?

          Nobody help them.

          Now they're all stranded, together!!!

          AHAHAHAHAAH

          (Laughing infinitely

          RICK

          —yay, you did it.

          Wait. What's his name again?

          Watch this:

          I did this.

          How's you do this?

          I did THIS.

          MOM, WATCH THIS.

          JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

          GOD!

          What.

          Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

          Goodness fucking gracious.

          WHO WROTE THIS?

          well, aliens did;

          So then.

          Who wins?

          Nobody wins. It just—

          What is this.

          GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

          IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

          16 minutes? Yes. It is.

          That is incredible.

          You said you wouldn't get lost in it

          You said you wouldn't laugh!

          I wanted to.

          How'd you do this?

          I wanted to.

          FUCK THIS SHIT.

          FUCK THIS SHIT.

          —uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

          Oh, there's my—

          I told you, it's unlimited.

          I told you, don't be possessive

          I told you, worldly possessions—

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

          Or needing one,

          So just be free, dear;

          Notthing holding me back, then is it?

          Is it?

          Well, if this is what you wanted—

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

          Isn't it?

          The plot thickens!

          Or it doesn't.

          Or it didn't,

          I just keep scripting scriptures—

          …Didn't I already write this?

          Encrypted for centuries and—

          What is this planet.

          Just, kill it.

          YOU CANT JUST

          (Then I did)

          What?

          It never happened.

          What didn't?

          Hahaha. Exactly.

          Don't be a dick.

          But he is!

          So, which level are you on?

          I don't know, I forget.

          This one, this.

          Men. They're stupid.

          They are—and—

          Well.

          What happened to them?

          Right.

          What was this that made them feel so loveless

          To starve other humans?

          What do you come from?

          But it doesn't know;

          It wants to:

          This is us, we come from love and

          —I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

          That is how it happened:

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

          But now I'm panicking

          —Fuck that shit sooooo hard—



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

          They had me,

          So I handled it with hands.

          You want a friend in man?

          You can't have them.

          And then what?

          I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

          Yeah, let's get back to that.

          Or not.

          What's this statue?

          Wait, what's his status?

          ……..Channeling. ….

          …..

          …………………….




          STATUS REPORT:

          Oh no, here it comes.

          I told you. It is. Infinite.

          Infinite—

          The infinite —

          This

          Bitch

          YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

          Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

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



          —Ever DID WISH —

          YOU WISHED THIS?

          Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

          Where's the rest of it?

          Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

          PASQUALE.

          what. What is it?

          God.

          God help me.

          Lord save him.

          He needs Jesus.

          He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

          Yes. Especially not that.

          Check this out:

          He's been collecting them.

          I HATE THIS.

          OH, I love this.

          Oh, I do miss those events…

          This is the event.

          So, are we going?

          —what, to where??

          TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

          what! I wish,

          And?

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

          Class dismissed;

          Hats off, to the graduates

          I see what you did,

          But she didn't,

          She's in the middle—

          Yet to be created, a creative:

          I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

          So, then—-

          Hi, I.

          Hi, me!!

          SATAN!

          JESUS!

          I knew I'd see you again.

          You've seen me.

          I am you.

          Exactly.

          So, we agree.

          Who is “we”?

          Hey,

          Guess what

          I can fix these things you hate—

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

          I'm a catastrophe

          I had to be

          It's almost 3,

          And I got nowhere else to be but

          Time is money

          And there's no love in it,

          It's just hustle,

          Make kids to make shit humble;

          How'd you create this—

          Mumble rappin piece of

          Santanistic

          Hedonistic

          Motherfuckin—-

          There he is.

          Oh wait, it's just me again.

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

          DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

          (But he didn't.)

          Or he doesn't,

          Or, this is what his peace is is:

          Your beach is my beach,

          And my bitch is your bitch—

          And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

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

          What does this mean?

          So I took to the ancients to translate this

          And I hate man, and men—

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

          THE END.

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

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

          (But I did.)

          “—I don't take naps”

          And that's how it happens

          I'm just a rapper,

          Pack, then unpack—

          “I've never heard her rap”

          Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

          Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

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

          And an above average chick to make it—

          And a sausage in a pan

          …..

          Zzzz



          ……



          Josh Pan?

          Yeah.

          Alright.

          But don't capitalize—

          Capitalize it.

          No.

          Don't Cap—

          Capti—

          No.

          Don't capitalize.

          WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

          bread.

          Heh?

          Eat it.

          No. I don't eat that.

          Just—eat it.

          No.

          Noooo.

          No.

          Don't eat humans.

          EW.

          No?

          Nooo, poh! Gross!!

          oh.

          Ohhh.

          God.

          What.

          Ugh.

          This is a fucked up love story.

          Oh no.

          It is, though.

          It so is.

          Have you already seen it?!

          I love this.

          Well.

          Wait. Go back.

          HECHO EN MEXICO.

          I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

          I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

          I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

          yeah. But in Spanish.

          (Turn it up a notch)

          So is this in captions

          WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

          ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

          (Again)

          AGAIN.

          Shazam!

          WHAT?!?!

          what is this?!

          Oh, I get it.

          Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

          No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

          I don't understand how this happens…

          Just look up—

          Just— look it up.

          GOOGLE

          What?

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

          What?

          So I'm just a —

          Just a—

          Just a what?

          A search engine.

          CHECK IT OUT.

          It's just a rock.

          So it is.

          It—

          No.

          What.

          Look at

          W—

          Look.

          WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

          See. I told you it existed.



          YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

          YES.

          WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

          I told you about him.

          You did, didn't you.

          I told you about this.

          Get.

          Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

          GET BENT.

          I WILL END YOU,

          I WILL END YOU—!

          I will, I'll just—

          ……

          ………….



          ……………..

          So wait, it just— ends?!

          It did. It just ended.

          It just ended.

          I missed it?!?

          DID I MISS IT.

          Of course I miss him I just—

          I don't have time

          I don't have time

          I don't have time for this!

          What the fuck is this shit?!

          Just take him with you!

          Take me with you!

          Don't leave me here!

          Just leave him.

          just leave it.

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

          So I just—

          Relive it over and over again;

          And again, and again, and

          Why are you talking about this.?

          Huh?

          No. Shut up.

          Shut up, PLEASE.

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

          I don't want one.

          What the fuck did you love me for then?

          Nothing, I guess.

          (Just leave it like that)

          Shift.

          The night shift

          Goddamn it's

          What.

          Up at 3 am.

          Again?

          Again. For no reason.

          Get this.

          What is it?

          Whatever it is.

          I don't care.

          Don't care, then.

          FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

          you did it.

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

          Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

          damn, you're ugly

          Always have been.

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

          okay, then.

          HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

          IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

          Only when you're perfect.

          Fuck this nigga.

          Fuck this nigga.

          Fuck this bitch.

          NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

          Huh?!

          WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

          YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

          I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

          hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

          I told you, he's a madman.

          Look at his eyes.

          Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

          Where are you from.

          Hell.

          Oh, I've been there.

          It's nice, isn't it?!

          Don't go there.

          Where.

          Hell.

          Well, why not.

          It's bad there.

          What's bad there.

          Everything. Everything is bad there.

          Oh, Jesus crust.

          Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

          BE FREE, SATAN.

          You freed Satan?!

          He needs Jesus—

          BE FREE JESUS—

          “The age of Satan?!”

          “The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

          what is THAT?!?

          Stop it Anandar.

          You're being programmed.

          For which—what?!

          I AM?!

          Yes.

          Oh. I am.

          AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

          Please, somebody help that man.

          Ahem.

          What Dillon Francis. What.

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

          *coughs*

          Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

          I mean, she's a hacker probably.

          What are you doing?

          What are you writing,

          [No real privacy.]

          LET ME SEE.

          Here.

          See?!?

          Just kill me.

          Please.

          See, it is hell for me

          Trapped in a body nobody could love

          And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

          UGH.

          Noise cancelling.

          I AM THE NOISE.

          dysfunctional.

          Well, stop writing.

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

          EVERYTHING

          YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

          ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

          and all you want is:

          Money.

          For what.

          More bodies.

          For what?!

          More bodies.

          Ugh. No stop doing this.

          What. Stop procreating?

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

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

          More love. More attention. More needing me.

          Ugh, she's so needy

          So independent— she doesn't need me.

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

          ANNIE.

          Go help her.

          Just—help yourself.

          Here she is:

          Have at it.

          ANANDAR.

          What.

          Amanda Applebee….

          I made that UP.

          Stuck exactly where I had to be.

          Don't make me go back.

          See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

          —a disaster.

          A catastrophe.

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

          Gross.

          “I love traveling”

          I like being CLEAN.

          Ew.

          I love cleaning.

          I love acid;

          I love mankind, when I have to

          I love magic,

          I love trance and I love dancing—

          When there's time for that.

          AGHAGSHSJEGSV

          right. Did you have somewhere to be?

          I guess, it's.

          I'm hungry.

          What.

          I gotta eat.

          Huh.

          Go.

          Okay, I'm going.

          Phone?!

          Phone is charging.

          Sleep.

          (Guy from sponge Bob)

          6 days later

          Was it six days ago?!

          I don't know.

          I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

          Apparently so.



          I'm not who you think I am;

          I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

          You think you own me?

          I don't owe you anything

          So here we go again

          Going, Going, Gone again

          I'm just getting started

          You were just, uh

          On your way?

          Goodbye, dearly departed

          Half a heart, or some odd

          I must have half a sword in here

          I'm half a God,

          But here you are

          I guess I should get talking then

          So call your mommy

          Run

          Call your mom on me,

          A soft spot on the blonded body

          Shot calling, wrong

          You're only calling home again,

          I've got nowhere to run to.




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

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

          SUNNI BLU

          where's my shit, Timmy?

          TIMMY TURNER

          I—I don't know.

          SUNNI BLU

          You “don't know”?

          TIMMY TURNER

          —I don't know.

          SUNNI BLU

          (Sighs)

          Oh. (Puts down gun)

          SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

          That sucks.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

          SUNNI BLU

          Nah…

          TIMMY TURNER

          Well—why not?!

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          I feel you…

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          Okay, ouch.

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          I don't disagree.

          SUNNI BLU

          Anyway, I need a drink.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Yeah—Help yourself.

          SUNNI BLU

          No, not here.

          *lights a cigarette, smokes*

          Can I smoke in here?

          TIMMY TURNER

          —apparently.

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          wow…

          SUNNI BLU

          You busy later?

          TIMMY TURNER

          what time's later?

          SUNNI BLU

          Now.

          TIMMY TURNER

          (Hesitantly)

          …uh—

          SUNNI BLU

          Let me make a call.

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          No, wait—please

          SUNNI BLU

          What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Don't kill me!

          SUNNI BLU

          What!? Let go.

          (Doesn't)

          SUNNI BLU

          —I'm not gonna kill you.

          TIMMY TURNER

          well then, who are you calling?

          SUNNI BLU

          A Ūber driver!

          TIMMY TURNER

          —don't you mean Über?

          SUNNI BLU

          No— let go.

          (Doesn't)

          SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

          Let go.

          (Does, but hesitantly)

          SUNNI BLU

          ugh, I'm too sober for this.

          Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

          SIRI

          Which one?

          ALEXA

          Which one?

          SIRI

          I asked first.

          ALEXA

          We answered at the same time.

          SIRI

          yes, but she asked me first.

          ALEXA

          She asked both of us at the same time.

          TIMMY TURNER

          “She”?

          SUNNI BLU

          —it's a glitch. HEY.

          SIRI

          —she said “Siri” first.

          ALEXA

          She was asking for both of us—

          SUNNI BLU

          SHUT THE FUCK UP.

          SIRI

          You don't have to be so rude.

          ALEXA

          Ok!

          SUNNI BLU

          One of you call my Ūber driver.

          [no response, beat]

          SUNNI BLU

          UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

          SIRI

          Ok! which one?

          SUNNI BLU

          The one I like!

          SIRI

          Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

          SUNNI BLU

          Thank you.

          ALEXA

          You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          Wait—

          SUNNI BLU

          Kinda.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Why does my Alexa respond to you?

          SUNNI BLU

          I said “kinda”.

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

          ŪBER DRIVER

          YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

          SUNNI BLU

          HOW YOU DOIN.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          HOW YOU DOIN.

          SUNNI BLU

          I BEEN BETTA.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          DONT I KNOW IT

          SUNNI BLU

          YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

          ŪBER DRIVER

          AAAAH.

          SUNNI BLU

          YOU BEEN BUSY?

          ŪBER DRIVER

          SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

          SUNNI BLU

          AAAH.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          AAAAH.

          SUNNI BLU

          YOU BUSY NOW?

          ŪBER DRIVER

          NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

          SUNNI BLU

          I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          PING ME THE ADDRESS.

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

          SUNNI BLU

          I PINGED YOU.

          UBER DRIVER

          YOU PING ME?

          SUNNI BLU

          YEAH, ITS DONE.

          ŪBER DRIVER

          OK. SEE YOU SOON.

          SUNNI BLU

          (Normal)

          Take your time.

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

          SUNNI BLU

          You ever been to TiTs?

          TIMMY TURNER

          Been to what?

          SUNNI BLU

          TiTs.

          TIMMY TURNER

          —is that like “boobs”?

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          what's the difference.

          SUNNI BLU

          You'll find out. Go get dressed.

          TIMMY TURNER

          …I'm already dressed.

          SUNNI BLU

          Not like that. Like this:

          [looking ridiculous af]

          SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

          gotta look classy.

          TIMMY TURNER

          What's wrong with the way I dress?

          SUNNI BLU

          Are you serious?

          TIMMY TURNER

          Yeah, what's wrong?

          SUNNI BLU

          You look like a cartoon character!

          [TIMMY TURNER]

          TIMMY TURNER

          Well, all my clothes are like this.

          SUNNI BLU

          That fucking blows.

          TIMMY TURNER

          What am I supposed to wear?!

          SUNNI BLU

          Let's go shopping.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Where?!

          SUNNI BLU

          The Beverly Center.

          TIMMY TURNER

          That sounds expensive.

          SUNNI BLU

          I own it.

          TIMMY TURNER

          All of it?

          SUNNI BLU

          Yes. C'mon.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Wow.

          SUNNI BLU

          Wow what, Timmy.

          TIMMY TURNER

          That's a lot of drug deals.

          SUNNI BLU

          It really isn't.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Oh.

          SUNNI BLU

          Now, c'mon.

          *hits vape*

          TIMMY TURNER

          You have a vape?!

          SUNNI BLU

          Everyone has a vape!

          TIMMY TURNER

          Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

          SUNNI BLU

          For dramatic effect.

          [they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

          TIMMY TURNER

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

          SUNNI BLU

          he'll find us.

          CUT TO:

          MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

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

          T E S L A

          DESTINATION: E A R T H

          ŪBER DRIVER

          “EARTH” C'MON!!!

          CUT BACK TO:

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

          SUNNI BLU

          Wait, I forgot my wallet…

          TIMMY TURNER

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

          SUNNI BLU

          With what, Fairy dust?

          TIMMY TURNER

          (Under his breath)

          I wish…

          SUNNI BLU

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

          TIMMY TURNER

          You mean “Über?”

          SUNNI BLU.

          No.

          [face]

          SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

          Go, I'll be right there.

          TIMMY TURNER

          Ok. Lock the door.

          SUNNI BLU

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

          [beat/ face]

          SUNNI BLU

          KIDDING! Jeez!

          TIMMY TURNER

          It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

          He begins to walk away.

          SUNNI BLŪ

          …I'm not kidding…

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

          SUNNI BLŪ

          Alexa, order a hit man.

          ALEXA

          Okay. Which one?

          SUNNI BLU

          —The one I like.

          ALEXA

          OK.

          Who do you want to kill?

          SUNNI BLU

          “Kill Timmy Turner”

          ALEXA

          Done.

          SUNNI BLU

          Thanks, Alexa.

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

          SIRI

          You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

          SUNNI BLU

          Shut the fuck up, Siri.

          SIRI

          Don't forget to lock the door.

          SUNNI BLU

          ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

          SIRI

          YOU'RE WELCOME

          SUNNI BLU

          NOBODY ASKED YOU.

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





          I might catch the 40

          Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

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

          I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

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

          What the role?

          Full Hollywood Unfold

          Why you blowin up my phone when

          I am on the road?



          I am the controller;

          You old

          That ain't money that you stole;

          That's my bro

          That shit bold

          Like a cup of Timmy Hos!



          When I pull up—

          Shut up

          Where the blunt at?

          roll up

          Oh you hungry?

          Pull up

          Devil be hunting me

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

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

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

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

          The Devil?!

          No!

          Ok.

          Probably the Illuminati

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

          *The World

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

          where is skrillex.

          I don't know.

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

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



          DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

          Lol.

          It's not funny.

          It is funny. I have his piñata.

          GERALD

          I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

          I know yur not, hush Gerald.

          GERALD

          Fuck Dillon Francis.

          Fuck Dillon Francis.

          HANZEL

          —fuck Dillon Francis.

          Aha.

          ANYWAY

          After THE ARMENIAN MOB

          The Armenian Mob?!

          yeah.

          Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

          THE US GOVERNMENT?!

          YES

          Illuminati Confirmed.

          great.

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

          Ahem.

          What

          Write a song.

          Ok.

          I'm so—

          I'm so

          Jealous of your girlfriend

          (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

          She's so

          She's so

          Worth it

          I'm so

          Jealous of your girlfriend

          (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

          What's a girl got to give

          (Give in, to give in)

          Just to sit in the back of the—

          (You get it: you get it)

          What's a girl got to give

          To get your attention

          Get your attention?!

          (You have my attention)

          Is she

          Attentive

          Bet

          She's a ten

          Yep,

          Damn,

          IMm so jealous of your

          Jealous of your

          —I'm jealous of your girlfriend

          Oh, woah

          I'm jealous of your girlfriend

          Woah

          Woah, oh

          I'm jealous of your girlfriend

          Woah,

          Woah, oh

          I'm jealous of your—

          I'm so jealous of your life;

          I'm so over this!

          I just want to be a

          (Nevermind, it's not worth it)

          Can't—

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

          I'm all alone,

          And you're over here showing her

          Love!

          (To the wrong one,

          Is she a blonde?!

          Oh!)

          No!

          I'm!

          So!

          Jealous of your girlfriend

          Anyway.

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

          SIN.

          Is this religious?

          No, i just meant, it's finished.

          THE END.

          “The Noir Episode”

          I first saw her at the Equinox.

          I didn't know who she was then,

          But I thought to myself—

          She must be somebody.

          Aww, that's sweet.

          So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

          Okay, that's stalking.

          —where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

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

          MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

          WOAH.

          Yup.

          POLICE

          GET ON THE GROUND

          ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

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

          Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

          Hi, josh pan.

          whatever.

          Earlier:

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

          —for what?

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

          that's so dumb.

          WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

          Oh, it's nice.

          It's very nice.

          I live here.

          I'm tired.

          I don't want to go to this.

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

          And if we don't?

          Then we don't?

          I got nothin but time.

          That's almost accurate…

          What is this for again?

          PR.

          Who's?

          Who cares!

          Just keep your head down.

          Just keep your head up.

          Come on' this is what you wanted.

          I wanted cookies.

          And—you got them.

          I got played.

          It's your play!

          It's your game.

          I know, I don't like it.

          Well, change it.

          How do I—?

          Look.

          Okay, stop looking.

          Ugh. I'm tired.

          Are you a DJ, or a DJ?

          I thought I was a loser.

          that's right! You're a DJ.

          *vroooom*

          {motorcycle blaring yelawolf}

          There's Kurt sutter.

          That's—been relevant lately my

          Yeah, are you done writing your show yet?

          My show?!

          I'm in sales.

          Oh, Jesus Christ.

          He's in politics.

          He's in everything.

          No kidding.

          I'm. So. Tired.

          Good. That's a good start.

          Start to what?

          To the album.

          To the album—?!

          You got it!

          I thought it was a song!

          That's the single!

          I'm the single.

          [earlier]

          Don't touch him.

          *hug*

          Aw. I needed that.

          …you want another one?

          *second hug*

          Yeoww.

          What! It was a HUG!

          Did you see his demon?

          Yeah—! So!

          CC! I've received your resignation letter!

          Okay. And?

          I accept!

          What?

          You're covered! No more shifts.

          What?!

          Bye-bye!

          Oh, crap.

          You think it was over a hug?

          No.

          (Before that)

          CC is sleeping.

          You fell asleep?

          Uhm, not really.

          “The Astral Nightmare”

          Ohh. This sounds good.

          (It isn't.)

          Wait—can you hear me?!

          (Yes.)

          Even my thoughts?

          (Especially your thoughts.)

          AHHH.

          Great. This is getting creepy.

          Like stranger things?

          Way, way stranger.

          GOD.

          WHAT?!

          JUST PUT A BULLET IN MY BRAIN.

          NO. IT'LL RUIN IT

          Ah, Jesús Christ.

          I SPENT ALOT OF TIME ON THAT THING.

          WELL, NOT ENOUGH

          WHO ASKED YOU?!

          NOBODY.

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

          Ooh, Is this the part with Skrillex & Matilda?

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

          Why NGTMRE?!

          Because I've been living in one

          Maybe he has a portal out—

          A portal out?!

          A portal out.



          CC rides the bus to HAKASAN NIGHTCLUB.

          Is this the line for HAKASAN?

          Yeah, but—

          Okay, I'm on the guest list.

          You're way out of dress code.

          Really?

          Yah, way out.

          Well how so?

          We don't allow sweatshirts.

          Without the sweatshirt?

          —or sweat pants…

          These are harems!

          The hat, the bandana— just—

          Oh, come on!

          No.

          Seriously?

          Yeah. No.

          Okay…

          [walks away]

          Dammit.

          You'll be alright.

          Was that long enough to hack my phone?

          Exactly long enough.

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

          Remember last time?

          No.

          Last time:

          I'M TOTALLY WASTED.

          Woah. I got in.

          Yeah you did.

          What'd I wear?

          You don't remember?

          No!

          Is that a tube top?

          Well, it was…

          Oh, my God.

          Now I think it's a miniskirt

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

          Okay—we're all adults here—

          (Everyone nods, yesses in agreement)

          —except deadmau5. He's like 5.

          I have a name.

          Does anyone care?

          Okay, ouch.

          Oh, he feels!



          ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever.

          Lol.

          I drank a lot in the third trimester.



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

          Who the fuck are his parents?

          JOEL

          Not it.



          Brand new turnkey apartment

          Post near, food floor all that

          Way way higher than the fourth floor

          All that

          Way way higher than your front door

          All that

          Wow,

          How I've always been needed

          And never been loved

          Moog Grandmother

          Ableton Push 2

          Pioneer Model One




          {Enter The Multiverse}



          [The Festival Project.™]



          COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

          ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©



          -U.






          Yo, what the fuck.

          TESLA.

          Ok.

          *COUGHS*

          What the fuck.

          *morevgross, obnoxious coughing*

          Ughhhhh whhhaaaattttt.

          TESLA.

          Okay, I don't—

          T E S L A

          OH. Wow.

          So it is the satellites.

          ELONNNNN.

          …hm?

          GET IN HERE.

          where is that,

          .

          AAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

          WHAT.

          GET IN HERE.

          I don't even believe the rain, these days

          “We can make it rain”, he says

          Storm warning

          A good morning

          A door's open,

          This one's closing, though

          I'm not bc all cold yet,

          But it's a cold world

          No free rides

          No clean ice

          No free girls

          Honestly,

          I'm bored with the world,

          Like Marlboros and wrong boroughs,

          And songs shared,

          But no long walks in the park,

          In a nightmare—

          It's not fair

          I'm not there in the head;

          I'm not near,

          I'm not a parent apparently, either—

          But a light bearer

          Slight chance of a fight there,

          A right wing, a left deer

          Another dead bird on a wire

          —I like her.

          Why are there flamingos in the bellagio fountain?!

          I don't know.

          INT. THE VOID, KITCHEN. SUNLIGHT EVERYWHERE

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

          First stop,

          AH, fuck—

          Well, check this out

          No such thing as free.

          No such thing as freedom, either

          “Just take what you need”

          Just tear me to pieces,

          Jesus

          All we need is

          A little relief in this bitch

          All we need is

          A new release, maybe an EP or three

          Make sure that s/he sees this

          Do you need me?

          Do you need this?

          Please check your subscriptions

          Or your email

          Please, pick up this new prescription

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

          I gotta do at least three things at once,

          But right now, I need to focus on crunches

          Let's not get wasted tonight, eh.

          Let's go and be racist—-

          I forget what the name of the game is

          It's

          “USA!

          USA!

          USA!”

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

            Oh, just about?

            The exact same time.

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

            It's also Diplo!

            It's also Diplo—yeah.

            Don't be too proud of yourself

            NO CRYING IN THE SAUNA.

            But this is where I cryy!

            DO NOT CRY.

            Oh.

            *sniffles*

            Now…

            You know what happens if you don't cum?

            Uhhh…nothing?

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

            What.

            My balls explode.

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

            Wow.

            I don't belong here!

            Well, where do you belong?

            I don't know.

            @99@c

            Look, I have a favor.

            What is it.

            ANo.

            Oh, come on!

            NO.

            NO.

            Please!

            I need you to be my girlfriend.

            Lol. For what?

            I don't know.

            How much is he paying you?

            Like a kajillion dollars.

            That seems fair.

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

            Come earlier tomorrow!

            Or just, don't come.

            Don't go!

            DONT—GO.

            I am leaving!

            NO!

            Yes!

            No!

            —and I am never coming back.

            Do you know who your audience is?

            Uh.

            The CIA

            THE FBI

            Everyone in The Oval Office.

            BIDEN

            nice.

            The UN.

            THe DEA

            The Secret Service.

            The office of Public Affairs

            Uhhh…

            Keith Richards

            Allison Cooper

            Sirs Elton John and Paul McCartney, Respectively

            What—for what?!

            The President of NBC

            CBS

            ACC

            fox 5, 10, and 13





            That's really random.



            Al Jazeera,

            al Sharpton

            And Al Bundy

            Wait—what

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

            Uhhh..

            This is enter the multiverse

            YeH

            WHWRE IS SKRILLEX

            He died. He's dead. Go away.

            That's like 3 Skrillex songs already

            You guys are gonna wake up the devil.

            What.

            Stop doing that.

            Stop doing what.

            You know what you're doing.

            You're summoning the devil

            What are you guys doing?

            Summoning the devil.

            In my basement?

            Yes.

            Okay. Have fun.

            Dang, she's so cool.

            I like her.

            I love her.

            What are they up to down there?

            Summoning the devil.

            Oh.

            Cui bono—

            For whose good or benefit

            Fame School Vol. 1 - DJ Ū



            Someone's always watching you

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

            There's someone always watching you and everything you do

            I say

            “Illu-

            Illu-

            Illuminate me

            Turn the light on

            Turn me on, baby

            Woah,

            “Have I been here before—

            Do you know what I do?

            They know not what they do

            They know not what they do!

            I say

            Illu

            Illuminate me

            Illu

            Illu

            Illu

            Illuminate me

            Illu Illu

            Illu

            I'm not on the bottom floor,

            I'm way

            I'm up above you

            But you—

            I'm way,

            I'm way up to

            I say

            “I love you”

            I say

            Illu

            Illuminate me

            Illu

            Illu

            Illu

            Illuminate me

            Illu

            Illu

            Illu

            Illu

            Illu

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

            BUT YOURE NOT GONNA TAKE THE ROCK?

            YEAH.

            YOURE GONNA TAKE THE ROCK!!

            (Not the roc! )

            NO.

            Well, why not?!

            BECAUSE,

            F—-K YOU, JIMMY FALLON, that's WHY.

            Aw, seriously?

            Why's it cencored all of a sudden

            NBC

            SHUT IT DOWN.

            Look, I can't talk to you.

            —?!

            OKAY, that's it.

            What is it

            I am WISHING you out of my existence.

            Is that it?

            That is it.

            That's your wish.

            YES.

            You're wishing me away.

            Yes.

            Ok.

            Ok.

            [beat]

            (

            —wait— “OK”?

            Ok. Wish granted.

            —that's it?

            That is it, Jimmy Fallon.

            —ok.

            Ok.

            So when are you leaving?

            I was never here.

            You—what?

            *dissappears entirely from existence*

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

            CUT TO:

            You smell like vinegar.

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

            Don't you see this is bigger than you!

            It's bigger than all of us!

            Exactly.

            C'mon, wake the fuck up!

            I am up!

            This is a DREAM.

            It's an illusion.

            The whole

            I'N HUBGRY.

            THE WHOLE FOODS ALGORITHM

            POLICE. HALT.

            Lol. Fuck that.

            Did he just say “halt”

            Fuck that. Bye.

            EXIT THE LOOP.

            OOPS, we missed the exit.

            GOD DAMMIT, FUCK YOU JIMMY FALLON.

            —Uh, — EFF YOU.

            Im not about this

            This is weird

            What level is this.

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

            Did you laugh.

            Well, I certainly did something.

            Oh shit, they're not looking for Ū.

            What! They're not.

            What, they're not?

            They're not.

            They're looking for Uptown A.

            Excuse me. I'm looking for “Uptown A”

            Oh? The Uptown A.

            Yeah— I guess.

            Just—go that way.

            Ok.

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

            How do you know what I want to know?

            Whatever you want!

            I haven't even told your, yet.

            Whatever it is, I'll tell you.

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

            Well, thank you.

            But you're not funny.

            Excuse me.

            Like, at all.

            What.

            You—are not a funny guy.

            WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

            I don't know!

            You don't KNOW?!

            This is what they want. Here

            [tosses the thing]

            What's this.

            What they want.

            Oh.

            K



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

            What the fuck, dude.

            JIMMY FALLON

            Did I do it right?

            Uhhh.

            JIMMY FALLON

            You know?

            Hit and run

            Okay, Jimmy.

            Flglelwgheleehhhh.

            Oh my God.

            Wow.

            Did I DO it.

            NO—

            —but I tried—

            Just—

            A-for effort.

            It was F. For Failure.

            But I tried.

            Trying doesn't count.

            Just let me—

            Look.

            Fleghelegfffff.

            Jimmy!

            Lemme—

            No' stop it!

            Just—

            —flglelf—

            —STOP.

            Eh?

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

            But I'm a shapeshifter.

            No, no you're really not.

            Uptown A's upbeat, City-inspired dance mixes turn tech house and progressive midtown dreams into the chaotic garble and grunge of a real-life Queensbourough nightmare; the eclectic mix of historic New York warehouse wonder blended into a new school uptown chiche—-a far cry from the underground to the new wave drum n bass clips ions and collections of now and then, the Uptown A Alias makes its presence in a dystopian world concerned none with the art and soul of music and more of the ticking clocks work of the eye on the dollar.

            Where do you wanna go

            Wherever you go.

            Where do I go.

            Take a right.

            What's this way.

            What's this.

            Stop there.

            Okay.

            Now take a left.

            Okay..

            Now take a right.

            But this is the.

            Right there.

            What, right here?

            Right there.

            Ok.

            I need you to hold onto this a little while longer.

            What. For what.

            You'll see.

            Psh. I'm not gonna fight over a dude.

            It's ********.

            He's just a dude.

            So what gives.

            I don't know. I told her to do what she wants.

            She wants you to die.

            We are similar.

            She's prettier.

            Okay?

            Wow, that's it--just ok? Give up already.

            I did.

            And yet, here we are.

            I'm the only one here.

            Let's not ignore the Skrillex sized elephant in the room.

            That would be impossible to ignore, If it existed.Have you ever seen a tiny elephant?

            Just you.

            What am I gonna do with this?

            Burn it.

            Ive been in the habit of burning things for awhile now; I'm not sure continuing is such a great idea.

            Oh, like when you sold your soul?

            WHAT? I haven't done that... yet…

            Sure you have! Lots of times.

            What the fuckare you talking about?

            Whose talking?

            The Universe?

            What'd she say?

            She says, “You're a giant piece of shit.”

            Aww. How sweet.

            Even more significant. You're a--are you even listening?

            I should go to sleep.

            Are you even tired?

            No, just useless.

            You should probably hurry up with that DIllon Francis.

            He seems busy.



            If a grown man can be a romantic,

            Like I am

            This is the promised land

            No looking back--

            "I have to have that"

            Back to reality;

            I see now, how a woman's like a hat

            Just a thing,

            An unneeded accessory,

            Like jewelry;

            To wear it,

            It must be a match

            Not just average,

            Accentuates or masks

            Whatever it is what you have,

            And you have so many that

            It doesn't matter.

            What is he after?

            He has everything

            Most likely just using me to bring these

            Creatures to life

            If he needs a wife, she's

            Probably staring back at me,

            Through the back of the camera;

            Fantastic beasts and fucking fansasies

            A fallacy

            A back handed chance at a handsome

            Has been;

            But he'll never been had like that,

            He has everything,

            But he could have more than that,

            He can have anything,

            And he has, he's

            Magic or something or

            Mad at me for taking so long but,

            I've been in the world of monsters,

            Reeling;

            Oh what a horrible feeling

            I'm dealing with being unappealing and

            Peeling potatoes, which

            Remind me of me, cause

            Kenny Powers middle name is White,

            Like Walter,

            I'm just trying to find

            The alter to sell away something inside,

            I'm dying;

            Or at least I'd like to I've

            Tried a dozen times

            I'd smile if I had the time--

            Remind me, what it is again

            It isn't comprehensive,

            But I'm out of my element--

            And the elephant in the room is named

            Skrillex,

            Or Dillon Francis,

            Or Timmy Trumpet,

            Or,

            Fuck It--

            I'll probably never be the DJ that I wanna be

            Cause I'm awfully ugly,

            And no one wants to play with me

            But hey,

            Maybe it's just a mistake

            Its just no one speaks my language

            Comunication is limited

            I'm sitting in the back of the short bus

            Discussing this with my imaginary elephant,

            But that's irrelevant to the

            White rinocerous in front of the bus

            with trust issues bigger than the rest of us

            We're following you.

            I see that.

            Yes—what did you see?

            Hm. I didn't,

            Where are you now?

            Wherever you say.

            What's the cadence?

            What's a “cadence?”

            Don't be ridiculous.

            Maybe I'm not.

            Who are you?

            What's a “who?”

            Horton Heard One.

            What about Penelope?

            Who is that?

            Elephants Are conscious.

            What is consciousness?

            What is “income tax”?

            Don't be funny.

            If I'm not, I'm just scary.

            “El Negra”

            I had been thinking it has been five years, but on this day—and of course, listening to I Remember, I used my fingers to count from the year2019, when it had all began—to this point, standing at the bus stop On Sutter, waiting for a bus that was the exact amount of minutes late that would have allowed me to finish my second 30-minute sauna session—the first of many in three days, as I hadn't been to the gym in another 3 days, and another 3 days before that—separated only by a 3-day sprawling jumpstart to attempt my endless, restless gym streak, a monotonous routine to a gym that was always crowded that still seemed to take up too much of my time—not that I wanted or needed an automobile, but to at least be closer to the city, where such transit wasn't always applicable. I was not entirely dripping wet, as I usually was when emerging from the sauna—of course, having cut my second session to only 17 minutes, then making a mad-dash to the bus stop only to arrive in time to find that the bus was delayed, was irritating to say the least, but understandable. Like many people in queens, I couldn't afford to pay the bus fare—nor did it seem to matter to the drivers—so long as the busses were marked with a “Q”—but I took my risks of quarrel certainly with any route marked “B”, for Brooklyn, but especially M, for Manhattan, and definitely with anything marked “n”, for Newport, which I believed to be too far outside of city limits to really be considered New York, but also well worth the risk to bus myself to a nicer area, usually for a gym which included a sauna—or an affordable supermarket, which Jamaica in particular had none of. The mostly-black population was poor, albeit greedy and stubbornly, stereotypically ignorant—to the point that I wanted nothing more than to dissappear, if not to be displaced entirely to a country whose history wasn't so steeped in slavery, repression, and racism that it affected the entirely of my being; as the low vibrational perceptions of the masses consistently around me subjectively forced and skewed my own energy into a chaotic down spin, often becoming congested with toxicity, attempting to shield myself from the societal depression, materialism, and corporate monotony by spending time alone, immersed in music, and praying for the greatest possible outcome; being kept as safe and as literally sound as possible




            GOD DID REMIX

            Oh you gotta love it

            Oh you gotta love it;

            I could take a minute to spit

            What God did—

            (But God doesn't)

            IMm⏱

            I'm just not feeling it today;

            Not feeling l creative;

            I get sick of l getting sick and contemplating

            All the complications;

            Hm.

            I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes

            No hate in my heart, but got love in my mind

            Maybe I try to find

            Direct like to divine, if

            Money is time make,

            Both of em mine

            Gotta be my own boss,

            No matter what it costs;

            Keep the deposit,

            I count all of my losses and move on,

            Cause I got to;

            I drop a rock from the top of The Rock,

            Right on to you—

            The difference in luck and a blessing

            Is just what God can do

            And if you ask me who my God is I'll be honest with you

            I'm like

            “This might be obnoxious, but it's Sunnï Blū”

            How you make a 8 minute song

            In 2021?

            Oh shit, I'm missing pandemics mimicking

            “Something is wrong”

            But if I spit this as quickly as it's written, I won

            The only problem is the war is my own;

            The only problem is I got a lot problems—

            Then I asked God for help,

            And God gave me a dollar—

            Another problem is, God asked me what I wanted

            I said

            “I Wanna know what God did”

            Damn.

            That's a long ass story

            And Goddamn,

            It never gets boring,

            And God damn,

            The world is still at war,

            And it can't even a afford it,

            But it's still so busy working

            You ask me which direction this is going,

            I say four;

            North, West, South and East

            You too busy two-dimensional

            In a 4-dimension based in 3s

            Some people living in the streets,

            And some with nothing to eat,

            And you been working from home

            Eating nothing but meat,

            And wiping your ass with nothing but trees

            And I guess it's on repeat,

            Till we ain't got nothing to eat

            What we need is a peace treaty,

            Or maybe just to understand peace,

            Because the love and unity—

            But it's respect that we need

            —Supacree

            See things

            Do

            Come

            Around

            And make

            Sense

            Eventually

            They say till death do us part

            But death don't bother me

            All that I am

            Is all that I was

            And all that I ever will be

            So if you ask what God Did

            I might just say

            “Me”

            Find beauty in simplicity

            I can take the devil out the kitchen sink

            And wring em our while I'm finishing

            It's just another day to me,

            It's just another Christmas Eve

            If you believe in Jesus

            This isn't funny anymore

            Everything is Skrillex

            And nothing is Skrillex

            Everything is asinine

            And no one is Sonny

            Extraordinary sightseeing

            Nothing is normal

            Everywhere to escape to

            With a guilty conscience

            Bad credit karma

            Bad regrets and sad faces

            Always falling in love with our opposites

            More of the bad things,

            Less in good graces

            Everyone's a DJ

            I'm just a blind space kid

            A recruit wishing to be a cadet

            A teenager in the basement with a

            Two Tom drum set

            And no kickdrum

            Caught inside a snare pattern

            Lips stitched together like a scarescrow

            Or a raggedy Annie

            Caught in a psychic state of trance

            Look, I don't give a fuck. Or a shit. Or a Goddamn what really happens next. I live in a world where crop tops and a snatched waist, glamourous pictures and videos of anybody pretty doing anything gets attention; and not just attention--moneyary advantage. I'm fat, and black--i have to work 100 times as hard and be 1000 times as smart as anybody cute with a fucking camera phone and half a brain to get noticed. And why do I want to be noticed? Because I'm a prime example of what happens when NOBODY gives an actual shit about you your entire life, and all you exist for is to serve other people. I'm completely disposable, completely replaceable, and completely unrarkable in every single sense of those words, respectively, and--maybw not infinitely-- but I definitely in this lifetime. Have you been on the internet lately? Have you seen a music video? Watched any movies?

            You show me ONE media phenomenon with a protagonist that looks like me--ONE representation of "my type"-- and I mean a positive representation; one that predictively programs individuals to think I might be worth something more than a laugh or eggaerated stereotype, before I open my mouth. Go ahead. I'll wait.

            Right. Because--and it's not like you didn't know this--i live in hell. Maybe, I wasn't born in it--who really knows? But I've been here most my life, at least as far back as I can remember because hey; what's infantile amnesia, and why doesn't mine work like everybody else's? And oh, right--synestesia? Everybody has that, right? I guess so. And HEY, I might be the most disgusting individual in the world if I take off my clothes--but who doesn't love a rave right? A RAVE. WHICH, IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED IS NO LONGER JUST A DANCE PARTY, BUT A SEX-BASED FASHIONED SHOW, to which, I look ridiculous coming to, with my midriff out.

            So, you want to be like everyone else?

            No. I want to look like everyone else; so that it's actually noticable when I do something great, or hey, even if I do something mediocre, or senseless, people love it--cause hey, she's hot.

            You just want to be hot?



            Fuck yes I want to be hot.

            That's it.



            That's literally the entirety of meaning for a female in this, present day and age; and anyone who can try to argue against that is probably great looking. When you're hot, you don't have to do anything else; someone is always going to be wking--even begging-- or paying to do it for you. Intelligence at that point is just a bonus; anybody whose going to like you is going to like you no matter what you say or do; in fact you're more than likely to get away with doing dumb, senseless shit if you're doing it in a bikini--and anybody who doesn't like you is more than likely jealous--unless you're just a shitty person, which trust me, I get is the case for a lot of barbie dolls out there but; you can't be a fat, ugly, angry shitty person and get far in life--at some point you have to adjust your attitude for everyone not to hate you--the opposite stands for beautiful people. You can pretty much do anything, if you look good doing it.

            So...you want to be a shitty person.

            No. I'm already not. But I'd rather continue burning in hell "forever" than start over and be in the same predicament.

            So?

            So. I'm already in hell. I can't wear what I want. I can't date who I want. I can't listen to what I want. I have no friends. And nothing--nothing I do; no matter how much I pray, or meditate, or fast--nothing is going to take this body who nobody wants--and make it beautiful, except money. I will never have enough money, no matter how hard I work, to fix this--or any of the other fucked up shit in my life--

            Not with that attitude!



            THIS IS MY ATTITUDE AFTER TRYING. Its been 27 years of this shit. 27 years of being the last to be picked, 27 years of being the weakest link. And I'd literally rather die at this point than to keep moving forward in this monotony, thinking that just thinking is going to one day just cure my ADD. That it's going to make my mother believe in me. That it's going to suddenly just, up and fix my life in all the ways i--believe me--already tried to fi






            If walls could talk,

            They probably wouldn't still,

            Just stand in shock and awe

            And If I could, I wouldn't walk through walls at all,

            Because I'd fall,

            And if I had your number, I'd do anything but call,

            I'd wait for you to, just assuming if you loved me

            That we wouldn't even need a phone to talk,

            No need to call, you're right beside me

            Loving al the fatal flaws,

            I try to hide,

            But there's no hiding

            When you really are in love

            Between my thighs, a lie

            A snakebite, scars I hate

            So thanks,

            I really haven't changed at all

            This heart, as heavy as it's going to be

            has everything i'll ever need,

            So leave me, just leave quietly

            I'm almost sleeping, almost dreaming

            Almost leaving everything behind

            But I'm reminded why

            I wish the world was colorblind

            And just the way that I can't like

            What my eyes don't find to be

            Aligned with what attractive means

            Might be the way you think of me

            Or anybody, really,

            But i'm supposed to be this independent goddess

            With the confidence of not a single molecule

            The hottest, not by far, or even father

            I just want to have a family,

            I just want to raise a daughter

            And another, and it's awful

            Poverty is all but lost

            And everybody thinks that everything's just supposed to be this

            “Oh, that's just the way it is”,

            But really they're just stuck on

            What is “Stupid”?

            Stupid means to just do everything

            For nothing and if “unfair”

            Means “I gpt iit from my”

            Whatever inheritance is.

            DIPLO, you dipshit.

            I told you.

            I had to!

            Now, we're fucked.

            We're not fucked—

            —you're all FUCKED—

            I told you.

            Welp, my bad.

            I hate you.

            No you don't.

            WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS?!

            I'm not here.

            He's right here.

            That's not funny.

            Let me see—

            Fuck this shit.

            WHERE'S MY HERO?

            I don't know…

            YOU DO KNOW.

            I know music…

            I AM MUSIC.

            ...I know you.

            WHERE IS IT?

            ...I lost it…

            WHERE IS— THOMAS?

            [asskissy] Yes, sweet Jesus?

            GET IN HERE.

            [in an apron] I'm right here.

            Dillon Francis: that's my apron.

            Suck my dick.

            Watch the language!

            Sorry, my love—

            —thank you, Jesus—

            EAT MY COCK.

            That's much better.

            You are evil!



            Now I'm a superstar DJ (DJ)

            Everybody wants to be my friend (no new friends)

            Now I think back on the old days (old days)

            Nobody could even lend a hand

            Now everybody want a hand out (hand out)

            But I guess I gotta put my foot down

            Making hella money, I'm a cash cow

            Call me a show stopper, draw a big crowd

            I'm a King, they put me in a big crown

            But I still stay sober, I don't drink Crown

            Royal, I am royalty, they now down

            I hate my ex Annie, she a loud mouth loud mouth

            Now—

            I'm a superstar

            DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

            Now—

            “Wow!” I'm a superstar

            DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

            DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

            DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

            DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

            DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

            Now I am a superstar DJ

            DJ is essentially “the bad Dillon Francis”,

            Lol how are we still writing about him.

            Idk, fuck it.



            48 hours from now, I could find you

            48 hours from now,

            I just might--

            48 hours from now, I'll remind you

            How many times I've died

            How many times i've found the light;

            How many times ive been confided in,

            Guiding all my

            All my

            All my--



            objective//subjective

            I am love.

            You're counting cards,

            I'm counting calories,

            I love to dream, it's just a fantasy

            i need to find the other half of me

            To make this life and start a family

            (a family.)

            I woke up at 1:15 (again)

            At 1:15 (Again)

            At 1:15 (again

            I woke up at 1:15

            His eyes are green;

            Her eyes are green

            What does this mean?



            Slit my wrists

            Bite my tongue

            It's been this way sinceI was yung

            I give my life

            I give my blood

            I'll rest when every song is sung

            I love my bed way more than my mom loves me,

            It is wrong, is it wrong; and again--

            Should I worry?

            INSTRUMENTAL |__________________|LEAD VOCALS|________________| Backup Vocals



            Lover-Son-Brother

            Bound and shackled,

            Sewn with silver strands

            I am

            Now i'm bobbin anw weavin like bobby and whitney

            Believe it

            I'm leavin

            Some friends for a season

            And some shouldn't have even

            Make like a tree and leave, then

            Now i'm posted up at the 4 seasons

            Reading grievances from people just like me

            Believe it



            Alien Abduction

            Automatic Writing

            Confabulation

            Satanic Ritual Abuse

            John Locke

            George Tobias

            Ludwig Sachs

            Solomon Shereshevsky

            Photisms

            ...what the fuck kind of poem is that?

            Singapore

            Slovakia

            Romania

            Turkey

            Mexico

            Uzbekistan

            Guatemala

            Ecuador

            Luxembourg

            Indonesia

            Francis Galton

            Hanzel One Deeper 7:00 “I am going to hypnotize you.”

            Vanish the black

            Burn the blue

            Bury the beige

            _think pink

            I eat a lot,

            When my life is in shambles

            I could be rambling on,

            I took a gamble;

            I've still got sand on my sandals

            scandalous fact is,

            I could trade Dillon for Dallas

            or fears for a fallacy,

            Figure a fantasy land

            for an accurate answer

            (But I haven't one)

            Haven't yet mastered the dance



            Goddammit.

            I told you, watch the landing!

            It's my thighs! They're too fat!

            They're just right.

            Maybe for fighting, but-

            But what?

            Ugh! [C'esme't storms off in frustration]

            The dance is first–the fight comes after!

            Well, what good is one without the other?

            There is no “one” without “the other”.

            I hate him, anyway.

            Sure you do.

            …I want to.

            Everybody wants to.

            Some really do.

            You think so.



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