I got water in my lung,

But no more blood runnin through my veins

Read between the lines,

Stay the fuck outta my lane

I am the greatest.

I am the champion

I retain information

You are the lamest

This is my game

And you are just playin it

You pay for the playlist

I prayed for the A list

And finally I made it

—finally I made it

—finally I made itX

-Sunnï Blū.

FLASHBACK: SEASON 4

Anandar ran off with the acid;

Now I can' stand a man, or a hammock,

I've been abandoned,

like the rancid banana I fancied as

handed me alaught,

Call it black magic

I'm passive, it's your aggression

I'm just regressing, stressing lessons

Please let me out

I just don't knowhow,

Wow

Now i'm out of the box

Like: Watch this:

It doesn't have a body, but it does tricks

it wrote this

It's so blissful,

In ignorance;

It is, but it isn't

It wasn't typed up,

It was handwritten

Man is mismanaged, it's tracgic

Combat it with tanrric antics,

It's justhood politics,

This is a scripture

I might die here

But then again—

I've always lived here,

I'vealays written, i've always slit my wrists,

This is a crucifixion

Intuition

This is energy,

This is the mission

All I see

And

All I am

And

All I dream of

Is us

Distrist wasn't written in love

Give up

This is now

This is me

Where are you

I don't need

Anything

(anything)

Anyway

(anyway)

do you hate me?

Do you have hope?

Do you believe me?

I haven't a home of my own,

but i'm nowhere now

Walk it out

What's my name?

Wear it out, now?

What's that sound?

Come around now

I'm around town

Eyes are so brown

I guess I drowned in yours

I remember now

I just went out to explore

and I found this

But i”m not around

But I'm bound to it

Bound to this

Dangerous place, making names out of faces

In pain, and so nameless I pray for the faithless

Seeking arrangements,

this is the place where my mind went

In time, but

never ahead or behind it;

Don't mind me,

I'm whiny, i'm

wound up,

Out of it now, but Iwoke up choking, smoking to cope

i'm only alone when I'm lonely so,

You owe me your soul

so

I never was whole, but I'm wholesome

No home of my own,

but i'm grown

What's on a deadmau5?

Uh—pepperoni—

Are you sure?

Uh, yeah, probably.

Okay, what else?

Blue cheese?

What!

I mean—I don't know.

Pepperoni

Green Bell Peppers

Roasted garlic

Red pepper l l

WhiteMushroom

Link sausage

LINK SAUSAGE?

Yeah, I guess.

Why link sausage?

I'll tell you later.

Okay.

Turkey.

What the fuck!!

I know, that's what I said.

When was this?

Whenever I said it.

...hmm...it's missing something.

Why turkey!

Because, every time I see a turkey, I think the same thing as when I see that guy.

What is that—

What the fuck—

Oh, hey there

—is on your neck??

[a turkey gobbling]

I hate you.

You hate yourself.

I—yeah.

You got Mail.

What! From where?

From the mailbox.

Since when do we have a mailbox?

[shrugs]

I dunno.

—

[outside]

Oh nice—when did we get a mailbox?

[shrugs]

I dunno.

[flashback]

JOEL hangs out the side of the car, swinging a baseball bat; he strikes a very nice Mail box at the post—it shatters]

—

But get this! It's not just turkey—

Mm—what is that.

It's smoked turkey leg.

Oh jeez, it's—

This sounds expensive.

$50 for a sandwhich??

For a deadmau5.

That's too much!

Have you tried it?

I—

Just try it—

I'm a vegetarian…

Is that so…

Yes.

Hmm.

Can we talk about how my favorite sex tape is a deadmau5 live stream?

No?

Okay.

It's soft core, but it gets the job done.

Whoops.

It's okay.

I'm a fan girl.

I'm fan girling!

The dude's married:

I respect marriage.

But still—I stopped watching porn like almost a decade ago; I stumbled upon this gem I'm like: okay. Yeah. Wow.

I'm like “this is perfect” lol

He's a headless body 98% of the time.

“Perfect”

Creep level: 9000

The funny thing is, I don't know if it's just my age, or my sapiosexuality? Maybe both?! I don't know!

But I'm like,

Oh, dude—

No, deadmau5 is not my favorite DJ. At all.

That's my favorite pornstar.

I saw this video l—where. By the way, nothing sexual happens at all, outside of my seriously twisted, very sick mind—

I saw this video and I had to Google , I'm like

“Okay, what's this guy look like without his shirt on?”

“Okay, Google” I'm like “ah shit”

—that guy's got some serious fuck muscles on em!

I'm like,

“Oh no!”

“That's craaaazy”

That's okay though.

It's okay,

I think it's my age

“Dirty 30”

I'm so gross now.

Plus I'm a chick:

Chicks love musicians.

And imm a DJ—so I—love DJs.

DJs are lucky, too.

DJs get all the pussy. I'm serious.

I'm a DJ, even I could get pussy, if I wanted it.

Something about being a DJ makes girls go into animal mode.

Especially white girls.

Drunk girls are nuts.

DJs see it all.

I'm super straight, I'm like

“No thanks, Shelly”

But guy DJs? Man.

They all have serious fuck muscles.

You know—the

*Indicates fuck muscles*

If you don't know what fuck muscles are—it's because you've never been fucked.

Yep.

That's okay though!

I've never been fucked.

That's probably why I'm like this.

I've never been fucked.

Its okay; I'm past the point of no return—

I'm like

“Huh, that's okay”

My guy friends are like

“I'll fuck you!”

I'm like,

“Nah, no thanks”

“I'll—“

“No. I'm good.”

You know why?

None of them have fuck muscles!

That's not why,

But either way.

Even if they did,

I would still have to pass:

I'm over it. I don't want to get fucked.

Not like “GET FUCKED, ASSHOLE”

No.

Life has done enough of that—

But what I mean is this:

Have you ever met someone—

Or not “just met”, hopefully—

But have you ever known somebody that was getting fucked—

Like really good—

And you're like

“That's your problem.”

That's the problem!

Some people are running around getting fucked

“Too good” and it makes them STUPID.

Like, they're dumb!

They're just getting good dick all the time, so they're oblivious to everything else—

Like what a magnificent piece of shit they're fucking.

Especially that.

But now imm cautious—

I don't want to get fucked,

Cause the older I get,

The more I realize what

“Fucking your brains out” really is:

His big DICK is so BIG and so GOOD, it actually reached up inside your brains while he was FUCKING you, and scrambled them.

Now you're retarded.

No. I'm okay.

I'm good.

—-

This is taking years off my life.

You have a life?

Well, not yet—but when I do; this will have taken years off it!

Please explain this.

He's a beautiful person

(That doesn't exist)

You see:

It erases the picture

All by itself

An etch e sketch

Kalideacope

Ant farm disaster—

If this is what you're after,

Call back next Saturday,

(Or ever after)

After I've said enough

After supper,

After the weather passes,

After the sabbath,

After never collapses,

After an autograph,

I swear to laugh,

I laugh just to forget I ever practiced math,

Or magic,

Never purchased meth for mattresses,

Remember what a pastor is,

But not the taste of

Grass fed—

Brass candle lit dinners or

Tin roofs and Tinder

Or dinosaurs,

Gore at the core,

It's no wonder you're broke

And so miserable

Ah, look; I broke it

Remember the world that you're on;

It revolves all on nothing,

Removing an uncle from cousins or

Curse marks on eyelids or,

Wonder what Billie Ellish did to deserve it ,

Or is it just the white supremacists lasts hurrah,

What a bargain:

The world all at war over dollars and water

I stopped at Applebees frozen and wondered

“How long has it been since this all fell apart?”

WHAT WAS THAAAAAAAAAT

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Hey, wake up.

What the fuck.

This is it.

This is—what.

It's your stop.

No, it's not.

Oh My God.

Wow, what the fuck.

I know, huh.

Where'd I go?

GIANT FLYING

IT WAS A GIANT, FLYING

It was more floating

IT WAS FLOATING

A GIANT, RAINBOW—

A GIANT FUCKING RAINOW

—FLYING—

A GIANT FLYING RAINBOW IGUANA

WOAH, WHAT?

WITH SUPER SILKY FUR.

what the fuck are you on?

NOTHIN. I just fell asleep on the

DEADMAU5.

No. Don't sleep on the deadmau5.

I mean, I was sleeping on deadmau5.

No. don't sleep on the deadmau5.

“THE” deadmau5.

the deadmau5, yes.

Theoretically and Aesthetically;

This guy is beautint both of you with a stick—

And he's married, which I respect, but still,

Sometimes, I wonder about the taste of his dick,

It certainly looks delicious;

I don't know what kind of Stockholm syndrome that is,

I'm just dramatic and sexually inactive

So I have to think about that, a bit

Fantasize, while I can

I'm mad at the world

And too fat and too black

For a rich white man, but

Honest to God,

On all the money I'll ever have,

And I've ever had;

The brains are more attractive than the bands

—Another Random Rant.

I keep waking up to deadmau5 and into this hellish nightmare; somehow, some way—this sequence keeps repeating— I keep waking up in this body and into this cold world for something, but it seems like I'll never know what.

Sir, I have a location.

Where is she.

New York City.

Where?

EXT; QUEENS, NEW YORK. NIGHT

Okay,

Take it away—

The pain, that is

It's just another day

Away from playing

Whatever this is,

I think a game

I may be crazy, lazy

Look—I use my legs to take me places

Grey and shady

Trains across the plains

Of love and fame

I just decided rock climbing to deadmau5 is maybe one of my favorite things to do.

Is ot really?

Heh. Oh—yeah.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Ah crap.

—fuckfuckfuck.

FUCK.

It is infinite.

Damn. He's never gonna find her.

All of a sudden it was puzzle pieces out of order; a wrecking ball scrimszed through my mind as I shuffled through

—absolutely anything other than Skrillex—

—absolutely anything besides Skrillex—deadmau5 in particular, not just to take the edge off from the day, or to relax me through a set k felt o hadn't at all the nutrients or energy for, but to ease the very pain that was gnawing at me from inside of a cavernous space I once thought my heart or soul might be, but no longer rested, consumed bu the mischief and grieve that had managed to have settled in the upheaval of whatever chaos Sonny had summoned, that I had so gracefully amd fully submitted to in the catastrophic moment of…

What is it?

It's so beautiful'

What is it?

it's a planet!

No, it isn't!

It is' I promise!

Goddamn it, where does this go!?

Uhhh…

OH MY GOD

what

DID I MAKE LOVE TO HOU WITH MU SOCKS ON

I don't know

I don't remember

FUCK

I HATE THIS

This is too many distractions

All I wanted was a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich

I'm gonna need more than peanut butter and jelly to twin like this

aaaaaaaghhhhhhh

Uuuuughhhhhhh

UNH.

Your majesty'

My leige?

Please, come quickly

I'm gonna eat your dock for breakfast

Ok

Every morning.

Fantastic.

Okay, pause.

After all that?

Yes.

Ok.

What goes in a deadmau5 casserole?

What!! I don't know?!

Uhhh.

Elmer's glue?

What?

You can't eat that.

Uhhh—

Corn,

TImmy Hortons

That sounds disgusting

What are you making

A portal gun

For what

Don't bother me

Wha!!'

I mean-you'll see hun.

Clean money comes slow—

But once it comes,

Clean money don't go

Clean money comes though

This clean money all me, it ain't you!

-Sunnï Blū.

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