I can't fall for this again—
Another rich and handsome man—
A dream he wants to be my friend
A dream he wants to hold my hand
No, I can't fall for this again
—but they would go against the plan
A simple programming error,
Lips the color of a pomagranite
And look, here we are again
I'm just good with fucking
I got love, but what it good for
Look at me, or look at nothing!
I'm just good with fucking
Check the news for new engagements
Fucking sick and fucking tragic
Nothing more than actors,
I'm just a happy accident—
I still hate Dillon Francis
And I never wanted Skrillex:
That shit never even happened!
Have you had enough yet?!
Carrot cake does sound good
Ten karat long engagement ring—
Look, I'm just another DJ
Some would call it occult Magic
I just want some dick, man
I got love, but what it good for
Look at me, or look at nothing!
I'm just good with fucking
You know why you like me?!
Yes, I know why I like you—
—no, actually—it's because you're smart.
Where in the fuck are you going?
Well, know faster—we have company.
Destroy every bit of evidence.
—and make sure nobody sees you.
Why the fuck are you here, Timmy?
I told you, I'm not Timmy.
I don't give a fuck who you are—where's my money?
It's— it's on the way, I promise.
I'm don't take well tk promises, Timmy.
What do you take well to?
We're too late, she's gone!
—there's glitter, everywhere.
TIMMY TRUMPET plays a SKRILLEX.
That's weird. I was just thinking he about Skrillex.
You can't be hot and play the trumpet.
THE DEVIL takes away Timmy Trumpet's ability to play the trumpet.
Well, I don't really need both now, do I?
When I'm in a tough spot I have to listen to deadmau5
—something about the precision and frequencies out my brain somewhere between auropilot and dead space.
I've done just about everything you can think of listening to deadmau5.
Working out to deadmau5 is strange.
It puts me in some kind of vibration where people notice me—
People are suddenly “impressed” with whatever it is I'm doing.
And it's usually something regular as fuck—
I'm just doing it to deadmau5.
And for some reason, people are like
I used to work out to Skrillex.
I used to work out to only Skrillex.
I don't know if its just because I was fat, or cause I liked Skrillex.
Now its like running a serrated knife up my spine.
I started to figure out I was kind of famou—
When I showed up at the gym and Skrillex songs kept coming on
“This is what I get for doing nothing but free trials”
You try finding a gym in the shitty areas of New York worth paying for.
The crazy thing about this story is—
There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually.
EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY.
Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin—
Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts”
Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot!
So I know you got it goin on! Look at you!
Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes.
My girlfriend might be cheating on me!
Yeah. Take your shirt off.
No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you!
[ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome]
[ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly]
Oh really—from all the way up there?!
Face it, man! You're fuckin hot!
I don't like the way that sounds coming from you—
Were you this aggressive with my girl?!
You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood!
You're new here—you'll catch on.
I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on.
[SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”]
Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history.
As soon as the moon is full,
And as sure as we are to shine,
I had one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of cheesecake—which of course only reminded me of Sonny Moore—the decadent, delicious red velvet—and Dillon Francis—the spiced and ecclectic trademark carrot cake—if only not to sooty the pain of joe much I wanted both of them, but probably didn't need them—how I craved them so, but they probably weren't good for me, nor would they last—
—but they would both be delicious, anyhow.
INT. EMPIRE ENPANADAS. NIGHT
Lol the only thing funny about this scene is that their New York accents are so atrociously heavy.
INT. SUBWAY STATION. DAY.
Sunni BLU is passed out in the subway station.
You never know who you're gonna meet.
YeH! I met R- Kelly down here!
Not at this station, though, but yeah.
It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs—
And in the end, if you don't make the cut
They just make you kill yourself, anyway.
Love isn't real, but money is;
And all men want is money,
So they can buy the love—
And all women want is love—
But it has to come with money
Or it all just falls apart
Illuminaudio, for starters
Cross a crucifix for sons, and wanted daughters
What's a brother to a sister—
What's a stop sign to a car,
In the end, they kill you off
In the end, they kill you off
With every cough, they kill you off—
But there's always another
A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light–
Well, are you gonna tell this story or not?
This dude has a radio tower in his front yard.
Alright, you son of a bitch.
Not that nice–bringing you here.
How do you know that's how I got here?
How did we get to this point?
How did you get in my house?
Ze show is on and it is getting one deeper. Be quiet.
She really wants to fuck Dillon Francis.
I mean, I beg your pardon.
Could you repeat that last part?
Woah, this gets multidimensional as fuck.
THere better be loopholes.
I was really looking forward to those loopholes.
Just SHUT UP and EAT YOUR CEREAL.
Don't worry–I'm still Team Skrillex.
Oh, so–it is a love story.
I don't think that's what this is.
There's something I need to tell you.
Then how am I supposed to–
Just–shh– follow my lead.
You nutted to this girl 36 times in the last 20 Calendar days.
36 Times. One Girl. 20 Days.
I have your entire internet history.
There's no Skrillex Deepfake.
Why would you look at this?
Whatever happened to the–
So what do you think is gonna happen?
Listen. I have a lot to get through. THis is all just nonsense.
I think we're avoiding some heavy subjects, here.
Well, there are a lot of discrepancies.
Congratulations, you got the job!
I need you to get the fuck out of here in the next five seconds–before I blow my head off, and take you with me.
YOu don't think this hits a little close to home.
For the Record, Skrillex, Dillon Francis, and Deadmau5 respectively are all getting their dicks sucked on yachts right now in some foreign exotic country–
And People are living in tents under bridges.
If you think this project is reckless and bizarre, check your own simulation.
Somewhere between blowing our heads off and getting our dicks sucked?
I'm sure there's a striking correlation somewhere.
‘My Candle Burns At Both Ends…'
Cause shotguns are messy–
–and for dramatic effect;
[the other party quickly removes his handgun from his waistband, shooting the other man and then himself quickly; They now both lay dead.]
By goD, youre right. [iPhone]
“Tales of A Superstar DJ”
To do: Cut Freaky Friday 001
Cut Throwback Thursday 001
It's far beyond my control
I get out of my head and into my soul
In one ear, never out the other
If the wind blew down your door,
How would I call for you?
And the silk of her hair,
Or the satin of her dress,
Oh, it's almost admissible,
That all the world is words,
As I tear down my worlds,
And I've already stopped enough once for today,
Surely, what you'd like is just
The time to get it all to nothing
(Never had I wanted it or needed it)
But I'll never be off the hook again,
If you look for the proper way to move forward,
Especially looking behind you
(Always looking behind you—
To sit down and decide a whole song about you
While taking it all down.
I'm never distraught with the thoughts of a stranger,
You should be mad about battle,
But I'm all for the veterans and
And never off if we were not at war with one another, but
That's all we've ever done
“Clever and splendiferous confectionary efforts,
Just spectacular concessions my dear; I'll have another.”
Hadn't I deciphered once or twice the rhyme for riddles down to dollars and cents?
I never hindered Heaven from pondering over my shoulder once or twice upon a full lit moon, which under I predicted my own fortune.
Indifference, for instance, instantly inscessent ancestral insimination incriminating risidual visuals uhh—
GOD: So you want to be The “Glass Animals”
That's what I said. Glass Animals
Are you sure you don't want to be made of something else?
*shrugs* Okayy. Glas Animals.
Open up my eye 10 times in 9 days
I should probably fall away
Not a dent, not a scratch
What do I owe you the—time
I guess it made me smile for awhile, now
Only took a second, but don't mind my arrogance
‘—I play this and it puts me in a trance.'
I hope someone holds my hand like that, one day
“Away, my dear, away…”, he's saying…
I lie awake midday and taking shallow breaths,
I have no idea what happened.
‘Ambiguous Ambitions - The Crossing ‘
I'm still trying to find the word for it—
But tongue in cheek it is
Alright, Ryan—where is it?
You know what I'm talking about.
“Ryan Remembers Everything”
—I just need you to tell me where it is—
I don't think this is very funny.
I don't want to watch TV anymore ever again.
I really wish you'd tell me
I'll have a tall order of whatever's in that box.
You want what's in that box?
I'm afraid that's going to be a problem.
*gasp* can we have ninjas?
Sometimes imm set in my ways,
Sometimes days go by—days,
I might have had love with you.
I think we have some things to figure out, about it
And washing my hands never felt so right
Somebody told me the stars in the sky were spirit guides,
But iMm the only star I see
Don't look up to me please, kid, really
You so fly tonight, just my delight
Like the way I look by you
If I sit in the city every night like this,
If I did get the limelight,
Right on time to soothe and
Satiate my need to be an idol LC
‘8I just want him to like me'
I shouldn't even think about
I gotta get the rabbit out the
What a habit to have, huh
What an idea that we might all get along
Because the audience will like it
I don't know what you want to hear from me. \
You don't do much, do you?
Idk what thisis supposed to mean.
You're completely a ticking time bomb.
Salvation, from the doldrums.
A sound to soothe my soul,
South and under smoky water
Open mouth, and barely thought of,
forth and outward over fountains;
So, i gotta turn this one off now–
And listen to that one insead.
I gotta put it in the vault.
FOrever, no, for now– yes.
That could be almost forever.
Take out my eyes, for now
(If i could, would you want them)
He was the boy who owned the world;
Hailing from the land of a thousand suns,
“I'll give you a dozen roses, honey,
Smile for a dozen roses or more,”
And the irony is that she did it–
(Just for the attention.)
It was she who birthed the worlds;
Building the land of a thousands suns,
I'll give you a dozen horses,
And now he had twelve of them!
(--And any one could be the winning one,
Well, that went off the deep end.
Well, this just got dark.
This guy comes off your blacklist tonight.
PErson. Most certainly does not.
I promise if I love a=a=A=a
That's a making no complese sense equation.
Think about it in a multidimensional–
Oh, that makes total sense.
Just remember, when using this– this has been around for a really long time.
But woke up in your arms;
And then died in your arms;
It was a work of art, I suppose
Please. Give me your iPhone.
Is there a reason you don't want me having this?
This train just goes on forever, you know;
Whether you're on, or off it—
So get off, and back on at the wrong stop
Once, if not just for the discovery
Where you shop for strawberries and
I'm gonna explain it as straight as it gets
You just got to know where to go
If you don't trust your gut,
I'm the worst at introductions
Oh, why'd you have to leave me by my idol
Why'd you have to lead me by my eyes
You forgot about me, didn't you?
It's not the same, anymore
Since you gave it a name, is it?
I lose the last dose of you, on my tongue
Nobody ever wanted it, like I do—
I lose the last dose of you on my tongue,
And I'm all full of love again;
I never saw anything like it,
I was a modem, still plugged into the wall
An anonymous post partum unremarkable
and eternal damnation for ordering breakfast
Evading transportation authorities
Unworried the informant sleeping under me
And now, she has a song to sing
What kills her makes her stronger
What doesn't kill her makes her stronger
Mrs Sheffield left flushing queens, for this.”
Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens, for this?!
Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens for this!
-1flushing queens, fah ‘dis.
I got all the way to broklyn
And way beyond my means for this
It's well outta my means.
It's out of my hands, now.
That boy called you “grandpa”
Just in your lap at this party,
And you were under me slippin on some sort of
But it's not all of a sudden at all
There's nothing, is there?
There's something, surely
But I'm getting up early.
I see the way he looks at me—
We could have the whole room waiting
Like a stoner at a stop sign
Well, I want you in my bed
But I haven't had one yet
I'm thinking Purple Mattress;
Or is that mids, to you kids
—I am a bit off subject, now
We never had sex in my bathroom
I took a mouse to the mountain
My writing is getting more
Lysergic acid diethylamide;
But I haven't the need anymore,
I just wake up like this:
(I have long nights, kids)
I want to see you very briefly
Sexual delinquency in meditated frequencies
I keep my deepest secrets
Dreamed it, and I haven't cleaned since
Just thinking of your penis
My daydreams are not very safe for the public
I think they're X-rated or worse,
Even thinking of you as a person,
Lovers have all the fun, anyway
All the things that I'd do to you
After you put me through—
What are you looking for, exactly?
There's no such thing as “just any” synchronicity.
Does “laying low” mean nothing to you?
Well, well, well–here we go–0
I don't have time for this.
I don't know what you're doing.
We're going on an adventure!
I. Cant. Enjoy. Anything.
My creativity had become merciless–inspiration pouring from the world as if all that it wanted wast o be collected and captured in any way I could see fit to create–
Out of life–or in this store?
Lets start with this store.
I smiled, declined to act on impulse
She's less complex, cause she's basic
Everthemore complacent, blatantly lazy--
Whatmore could any man want?
Whatmore could any man need?
Whatmore could any man have;
But the best friend who needed therapy,
Several Plastic surgeries,
A fading glass menagerie--
If she knew what that means.
(Basically, they're both nobodies.)
‘What on God's awful green earth
Beggars can't be choosers.
But she was never like me
Do you have an explanation of what's happening to me.
Every realm of reality and possibility. This is infinity.
What is this all supposed to mean to me?
You can see everything and nothing;
What does it mean to you?
I've been half of a wide-open bleeding heart,
Since the Goddamn start of it.
I was only ever always on the dancefloor when it mattered.
I was always looking past him, but not ever looking at him.
It was always just at random, but i'd never thought to ask him
They're watching us, from above.
Look what we've done, look what we've done to the planet that gave us all the light that we come from.
It appears to be ‘shimmering'
What exactly is happening.
The entirety of its surface is Auquous.
If i learn all the planets,
In the everlasting galaxies--
And learn how to explore it…
I just might get to Skrillex.
I might fully need a Xanex bar if I ever see this kid in person.
I mean, really. I don't think this is ever going to work.
It might not work, I mean--
Oh God, no; I'd be far too nervous.
So what are you going to do when it comes time for festival season
Fight or Flight; A Natural Response to Skrillex
There is no natural response to Skrillex, because it's unnatural
I am I ‘m trying to figure out how to protect this species.
Oh now, you're acting as if he's not human
Of course he is. But i'm not.
All it is, is science, a bit of misunderstanding.
Experimental sorcery, possible exploitation.
I'm not exploiting Skrillex.
(Stop repeating yourself)
Wake up; you're being manipulated.
By whatever's manipulating Skrillex.
Alright? You're part of a machine.
“SO?” You're this comfortable having given your soul up to the devil.
Do you know what it takes to achieve that of which you so covet.l
It adds up the same either way.
Maybe not, but Sonny Moore is--
Well, it goes like this: This is insanity. I've been through every wormhole, every parallel, every revolutionary subconscious thought, every world, every realm, every lifetime...and at the end of the day--or the beginning, depending-- it's really all the same question, and the same answer--over and over again; From the Beginning to the End. It is infinite. Everything is Everything.
What goes on a Skrillex Pizza?
Nothing, because it's not a thing!
Stop arguing at get to work.
How in the fuck am I supposed to do that?
How in the fuck did you get to be a vegetarian?
Are you really a vegetarian?
I didn't do this! You did this!
I didn't do this! Why would I do this?
What the fuck is HE doing here?
I told you it was Shasta.
Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this?
INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT.
I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance.
And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it—
But definitely, if I needed it.
Now I know— or at least pretend to.
Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do;
None the wiser, I am what I always was—
Sunni Blu becomes a popular androgynous rapper, as as s/he rises to fame is forced to take on a mre masculine persona to monetize thiher music.
After releasing a series of Skrillex diss-tracks, and music aimed at OWSLA's top dogs, a feud between Skrillex and Sunni Blu, or rather their ‘teams' breaks out into the media.
After Skrillex is hacked and left with his entire music collection missing, it is presumed the attack and disappearance of his hard drives was orchestrated by Sunni; After his unreleased music is leaked and the damage is deemed ‘irreparable' The Skrillex Project is forced to close, and the artist himself disappeared into obscurity-- after hearing one of his unreleased tracks used for one of Sunni Blu's hits, he( ‘*the fictional Skrillex*) secretly attends one of Sunni's concerts; Sunni Blu spots him in a large crowd and the two brawl; Skrillex with the upper hand after Sunni draws back from a bloody nose and retreats; It is revealed that the unreleased Skrillex track which was ‘gifted' to her came from the stolen collection, unbeknownst to Sunni Blu
Although Sunni Blu's true identity has yet to be revealed to more than Dillon Francis, beside the publicity and management who have been helping to keep her secret;
Dillon Francis and Sunni Blu are cornered by paparazzi, revealing to the public that she is, in fact, a female;
As allegations arise that Sunni Blu is a transgender, rumors put a strain on Sunni Blu and Dillon Francis's collaborations…
All of a sudden—or maybe, even, not so suddenly—I was Clark Kent—or whatever Superman's name was. I had been without contacts or glasses for quite some time, and had quite explicitly in one of my many letters to God—or really any holy power in a realm which might have received my charred requests—all the things I needed, and some of the things I very badly wanted—tightly bundled and wax-sealed with intention for nothing besides that of the greater good, or course, for myself or anyone else—set ablaze in the unforgiving streets of New York City, in secrecy at odd hours of the night; it hadn't been my actual intent to have to practice any magic at all, especially under the circumstances, it it seemed that someone nearly unmentionable at all, had hexed a nasty attack on my psyche—a satanic, demonic possession of the weak and feeble bodies around me, and unable to isolate in completion, I became vulnerable to such a wicked curse that it had altered my psychic morality—as one does not practition a counter-curse or attack , in my medicinal expertise, without first being provoked—as one military typically mustn't bomb another, or even it's own enemy without being first considerably attacked—and it was, at this point, indeed a terrible holy war.
I pulled the stars into order
I put the water to fountains, in mountaintops
I don't know who I am either
I'm awful sorry that I broke you
Just to far up and out of reach
Believe me, see—I see you
Doesn't matter what we try to do
I don't intend what I'm there for
It doesn't feel bad though
It doesn't feel bad though
I don't know what you're after
Eventually, The Ascended Masters will intervene.
[Answering Phone] Jesus Christ Almighty
I TOLD YOU I'D GET THERE GODDAMNIT.
Is there a secret between us:
Is there a thing that I should need,
I'll keep it in my sweet release
Seen, aquamarine revines,
To hide, to pass the time
Or wire fireflies a transfer of light,
Like the eyes reflect to mine.
WHY would you write this?
Congratulations on making it into my aerospace, unscathed
A coincidence, this is not.
I have something for you.
I don't need anything from you.
That's because I gave you everything you need.
Right. I have everything.
So you should know whatever you need comes at a high price.
What makes you think I need something.
You said you have something for me?
You don't seem the gift giving type.
So, what do you want from me?
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
This shouldn't be happening.
why is this bothering me.
Google it's self had deleted half my entry, which was admittedly sloppily thrown together, at nearly a full episode's length; probably for the best, as I was becoming more intolerant of my societal responsibility by the moment, and increasingly self destructive asa result. It was still chaotic; fame kept coming closer towards me and then leaping away, but not out of reach or out of sight, but rather than chase it, I merely calmly strode forward in a never-changing pace, not rushing and always careful to remain calm, even when filled with fury. I had become unrecognizably fit, chaste, and a remarkably healthy eater; I was all together well, besides in the areas of romance and sexuality of course. I was ready to pounce, but timing would be key, and patience the virtue;
Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman!
I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman.
I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget.
EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY
OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET.
Fuck, really?! Bob Saget?!
It was, in fact, Bob Saget.
That's it guys! No more dead celebrities!
Look, I have something to tell you.
This is a weird superpower.
EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY
Alright! I have a question!
Things I know about myself…
I have a dominant personality, but am sexually submissive—
(Hope you die in your sleep)
(Betta die in your sleep)
But k'm still on the clock (psyche)
And holdin my (unh) crotch
You better watch your back
Don't run in no crocs! (No!)
Shut up, foo— I don't even love myself.
Been. Long time since I missed my exit
How do I not have “throwing elbows?!”
BECAUSE YOURE NOT DOING YOUR JOB!
Half of Hollywood shows up at Joel's super nerdy Star Wars party
The truth comes in glimpses;
Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity—
She laughs when she has to, l l l
And last to leave, actually,
She sleeps at the regency, l
Believe, please believe me, my love l
The truth comes in glimpses;
Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity—
She laughs when she has to, l l l
And last to leave, actually,
She sleeps at the regency, l
Believe, please believe me, my love l
I'm a hummingbird, but I don't like flying
Just to be the first one at the gym
I don't wanna do that shit again—
I might as well just stay up!
Just to take my goddamn medicine, but
If I don't I'll feel like shit—
I might as well just stay up!
I might as well just stay up!
This is a recipe for disaster.
No, this is a recipe for Skrillex.
This is the recipe for disaster.
I remember the moment I became partially deaf.
Or at least, in the synesthetic sense.
Dillon Francis is delicious
Come on let me lick it on a stick
Lol are we still doing the bit where the misspellings are like a, another entirely different dimension?
—and the chocolate factory
“Lick an orange. It tastes like an orange. The strawberries taste like strawberries! The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!”
I'm just a DJ, don't look at me—
Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing
Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing,
I'. The life of the party
Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing
I don't know what you mean—
Hey, I ain't see nothing, nope
I could get some work in;
And tentative frequencies
No more mentions for attention whores
I promise that's my last one,
I'm not sorry but I'm soarin on my suorin
While you're snoring on my metamorphosis
I'm just a DJ, don't look at me—
Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing
I ain't even show up to work this week
You can drink in the bucket seat
Tell me, Mr. Wedding ring
Do you have everything you need?
I don't envy anything besides your energy and symphonies,
I don't know if you're alone
Do you suppose you know the code
But Frog and Toad are old
And told me you'd be there to show me
Where am I supposed to go from here
I'm Alice lost in wonderland
It's a real bad acid trip,
I can't get a grip on reality
Can't get off the grid at random,
I may be one of the greatest writers in history
But will you remember me?
But I haven't had my own bathroom
Im under persenium arches
Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall
I'm still enthralled with this story
I should be gripping a pole
But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow!
Fuck New York when it's cold
And it's always cold in New York
When you don't know nobody
And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby
Counting the robbers and gobblins
The ghosts and the zombies
But everything heals, with time//
It's means to an end, if you let it be
But, it persists in lettering me;
He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams
I think I really need him, or something
“DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD”
Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?!
I'm an everything addict! You know this!
—Except pills; I hate pills.
What? I've seen you take pills before.
Why didn't you just tell me?
It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon.
What?! We talk about sex all the time.
Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck!
What the fuck?! Whats the difference?!
If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog.
Remember your dad's friend Tom?
Oh my God. You fucked Tom?!
I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn!
This is the worst conversation ever.
The crazy thing about this story is—
There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually.
EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY.
Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin—
Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts”
Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot!
So I know you got it goin on! Look at you!
Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes.
My girlfriend might be cheating on me!
Yeah. Take your shirt off.
No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you!
[ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome]
[ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly]
Oh really—from all the way up there?!
Face it, man! You're fuckin hot!
I don't like the way that sounds coming from you—
Were you this aggressive with my girl?!
You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood!
You're new here—you'll catch on.
I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on.
[SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”]
Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history.
SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.]
There, now, you'll stop throwing stones—
AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry.
Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude.
We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis.
Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book.
Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!?
Might as well do something with it.
THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE.
You're gonna hurt someone's feelings.
Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex”
Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it.
No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle?
[SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.]
What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono”
How did you even find out about that one.
Now the world's getting mad again,
I wrote something damaging;
Doors just start slamming at random,
Sounds of motorists passing,
Just scrambling my brain,
I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created
What may be historical, one day—
I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity—
Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet;
I don't want what comes with poverty and fat,
I don't compete with Instagram models,
I'm not a catfish, facts are facts
I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past;
Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked—
But don't know what it is exactly,
I'm just happening, actually—
I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me;
I happily allow it; I program myself with beats,
So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something—
I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat,
Forgetting I'm the one in trouble,
On the run, without a family
So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged—
Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends,
Collecting images in infrared
I can't! I have to wear a mask!
It's mandatory—so is being black,
I have to! But I'm not a rapper!
Maybe I should talk to Chance,
They might have to answer
To the questions that I can't afford to ask
This automatic writing might just be the most
Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets
Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic,
Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN.
Are we out of F*cks, then?
...welll, what do you want?
that's how you know mom's angry this time]
Betcha his photographer's in love with him.
Which one has the VooDoo Doll?
There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll?
You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will—
I thought we were out of FUCKS.
Awww: I see what you did there.
What does Dillon Francis want?!
So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock.
This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun.
So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship?
If that's what this is, then I guess that says it.
Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.”
Is that where you bought it?
Why would you give yourself in, for him?
Comin in hot, like a chicken wing
This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me,
Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen
Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring
Whole Foods market, gotta own me
No mink coat, I'm a vegan,
Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches
This is Hollywood calling;
We want the festival project
We just wrote up the contract
You're nominated for an Oscar
Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome
I'm rep in the festival project
Ya'll like “what's that?”
I'll tel you all about it,—that's
Welcome to your Hollywood life
Welcome to the Hollywood life
Welcome to your Hollywood life
Welcome to the Hollywood life
They call me young Hollywood,
They robbed me good in Santa Monica
And I so I got no address yet;
But I'm coming up like one direction
I just checked my reflection like:
Mirror mirror on the wall
And I don't do this often
Only when o bless the red carpet
Comin in hot, like a chicken wing
On the big screen livin out my dreams,
I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee
Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring
Whole Foods market, gotta own me
No mink coat, I'm a vegan,
Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches
It's just some Hollywood shit
This is some Hollywood shiy
Comin in hot, like a chicken wing
This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me,
Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen
Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring
Whole Foods market, gotta own me
No mink coat, I'm a vegan,
Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches
One door close. Then another door opens
So sick flow, go home with a cold then
Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots
Pants so big, I can parachute
Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll
Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll
SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY.
Do you have any Jog Wheels?
Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching)
Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers)
Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel)
[Leaving store with frustrated infuriation]
Oh my God! We've been robbed!
Have you tried Guitar Center?
And you know I like it rough
But I'm acting like a hood rat
Cause I'm pointed where the moss at
I got all these fans and stuff
I be at PINK buying bras n stuff
I still shop at hollister
The Bronx ain't got no Rosses
To drop it like a thot n stuff
And you know I like it rough
In the booth I'm eating waffles.
Had to force quit my serato
It's such a wonderful feeling–
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