Track 03. - GHOST MODE V5 (Instrumentsl Only)
High reaching, but with limited power—
This, is The Chemical Climax.
I could never know what episode of The Tonight Show it was, or if it was even the tonight show at all— some sort of special broadcast, the grand stage was set to look large, and backlit with pink and blue, just as the festival lights had been before. Now, some years passed, and calling attention to the fragile and vulnerable mind state I might have been in, which seemed like normal—and though everything around was bizzare and out of place, nothing actually quite normal, now taking a closer look from the outside—of perhaps when, and how I had died.
Hunger strikes before dusk at dawn;
You could have this mansion for a fraction of the price
You're looking good as fuck and all
Like, dumb, dumb tired bro.
Apparently, Fallon was mad.
I left alone what all I could
And collected my thoughts
Songrief stricken and tragic
Never thought to have eyes or minds
Alike ours, besides the stready ways
we have grown cold to the unknown,
Of other forms, beyond our control
Intelligence, though thought to be artificial
You were never wasted a day in your life.
As I've shifted not into dreams,
Forgotten to have keyed in
A relief to this fixture,
Did you want that now, or later?
I'll take it now, with my tea.
Who aren't I, once called upon?!
But I'm not doing any time
Rather I'd take my own life
Suddenly I've fallen ill and must be
Somewhere throughout the galaxies
Come on, I feel like I'm doing a lot here.
We'll get back on that plot line as it happens.
So now would be the time.
Well, it is witching hour, but backwards.
See, I told you it was Google fucking with me directly.
I figured that out earlier in the day already.
Do you think that's because I don't find Indian men sexually attractive?
I don't find anything brown sexually attractive.
Alright, we're at a draw, then—it's settled.
I told you already, race mixing becomes important exactly for this simple reason, anyway—
Any person of a darker skinned complexion should find something Caucasian leaning to mate with—
It's an energy crisis, for gods sake anyway—
Anything leaning too far in one direction of the spectrum
Facing some type of issues having to do with it!
—and as beautiful as your black is—
Or as pretty as your blue eyes might be
The evolution of the human species
Is dependent on these variations
To create genetic perfection
Now if you'll very kindly—
Find whatever creature has been masquerading as this Jimmy Fallon character clouding my judgement
Before whatever the actual Fallon is
Gets caught in the crosshairs,
Stop wasting everybody's time.
So you're telling these hackers have been masquerading as an evil diety in order to what exactly?
That's why you're under evaluation.
Every time I play with my own pussy,
That the traffic outside of my bedroom just
—is that what's been happening to Jimmy—?
Apparently, something happened to Jimmy Fallon.
They're going to kill you for this!
That's fine, I've been waiting to die, anyway.
Something did happen to Jimmy Fallon, anyway.
I didn't sign up for this!
She's just obsessed with me!
You picked Fallon on the wrong day.
You're getting it wrong. I didn't pick Fallon!
NO! I was just fasting and it came to me like that.
Seriously, you're gonna need this.
Listen, you fucking idiot.
Nobody “signs up” for the festival project.
Well, how do you get in it?
Okay Jesus, what exactly are you saying
I'm saying, just let me handle this.
I feel that'd be wise, at this point.
Jeez, you're so sure it's the devil.
Trust me, you'll know it's Satan by the way he
I'M BUSY. WHAT IN THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?
Oh, this is perfect. Insert that scene here where
YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL TO BE ON SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE?!
[She smacks him with a rolled up newspaper]
ow! What did you do for it?
—I also considered doing that.
What did you do to Jimmy Fallon?!
What did you do that man?!
—I just prayed for him, is all.
He was an influential supplement in making the decision to do so, yes.
Let's look at it this way—
How would you feel if something wrote something like this about you.
Especially if it was true—
Well, now that you put it that way.
But let's turn it around and say, hey—
Your career could use some embellishments.
A girl jumps out of a frosted cake with streamer tassel pasties and delivers champagne into the VIP section.
He tips her gratuitously.
Then I'd say I'm the hero in this one.
I'd say— you're still not—
Because technically, as it's written—
Jesus is technically still
In this year of the lord, Anno Domini!
All these guys over here.
The Incredible Hulk, which— by the way
MARK RUFFALO— you look— ROUGH.
I've been waiting like half a century for these sides!
Is your chest hair greying?!
I would call it more like, a salt and pepper sort of.
Definitely, silver foxy, kind of.
Do you know how long it's been since breaking the fourth wall?!
Like, forever? I don't know.
YEAH. Like FOREVER. SERIOUSLY.
Well, how and why the hell am I supposed to care.
Now I work at the Equinox!
Hey, come on man. The job's got perks.
Fuck yeah, man. I just met Mark Ruffalo!
You've gotta be kidding me.
Kinda kidding, at least—-addressing you in third person like that.
that's it! You're coming with me!
Ayigh! Watch it, okay?! I gotta return these uniforms for a fee.
I don't think he's coming anymore, maybe. He's procrastinating.
So I can pretty much garantee you anything,
That the algorithm is going to keep acting this way,
I'm not doing that, actually, no.
Oh what! You actually really thought I was gonna go—
—for Jimmy Fallon over a million dollars—
Cause the Illuminati asked me to?!
Thought you might at least.
One million dollars is not that much money.
Look, this Jimmy Fallon dude—
Just give him whatever the fuck he wants.
Find out, then give it to him. I can't keep wasting my time on these idiots.
Now, would be a good time, David Letterman.
Just—make sure you get a really good shot of my buttocks, okay?
This has been marginalized and highly underrated as simply “fanfare”
But i find it to be fascinating.
Tell me again, what is your name?
[breaking fourth wall, gripping the microphone]
NO! THE PANTS ARE FOR ME!
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, MAN
[BLEEP] OUT OF HERE, CONAN,
THESE PANTS WONT EVEN FIT YOU.
After winning a challenge, JIMMY FALLON's strange and erratic behavior after being given the authority to dictate rules within the house as a reward for said challenge, leads the other hosts as his housemates to rally against him in order to force him out of the house, as his seemingly sudden-onset attitude and cruel remarks and gestures have become unacceptable and offensive, not to mention.
You can't come over here.
[he crosses the section off with a chair]
(Camera zooms in on super shocked face)
lol that is so out of bounds.
Whatever, the world is out of bounds.
Literally, where did it go?
Be cool, Seth Meyers. It's just a game anyway.
I don't want anything to do with this.
Whatever, already— it's called peacemaking, get over yourself.
*brrrrrrassaastttttttsssssssthrhth*
Dang, I gotta go get The Devil out of this guy.
So, by now it ought to be Skrillex, right?
Whatever, call an exorcist.
I'm still waiting on your mom's dry cleaning.
You keep files of these things?
I keep files of everything.
It's not. I thought everyone keeps filings of their purples.
I could make use of your microexpression frequency.
Mark your calendars, boys.
You have got to get off my throat.
Have you tried operating a new body lately?
Especially when she keeps
Thank God. I thought you'd never find us.
Oh god, don't start this again.
Are you playing Places with these idiots?
Why?! We already started cosmic alchemy again— and the fame game—
Everybody's playing the fame game!
Then there's 8-dimensional poker.
—then you called Caskets.
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