The Infinite Skrillifiles

The Infinite Skrillifiles

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  • "G00D LuCk!"
    ME
    THAT'S IT.
    MYSELF
    THAT'S IT?
    I
    I'M NOT WRITING THIS STUPID MOVIE FOR HIM IF HE'S JUST GONNA--
    U
    JUST GONNA, WHAT?
    SUPACREE
    AGH---FUCK COUGHS.
    I
    You hate her, don't you?
    SUPACREE
    I DON'T HATE ANYBODY BUT MYSELF.
    I
    Is that right?
    SUPACREE
    THAT”S RIGHT.
    Coughs, Marilyn Hue, and Softest.Hard Draw their rave weapons.
    DILLON FRANCIS
    HEY! That's not fair! How do you guys have R.A.V.E. weapons!?
    SUPACREE
    You're not even DJs!
    SOFTIE
    Uh, we work with Skrillex.
    COUGHSY
    Duh.
    MARILYN
    SHE is A DJ.
    SOFTIE
    And she's my roomate.
    SUPACREE
    What the FUCK.
    GERALD
    That is so hot...
    DILLON FRANCIS
    Uh-oh.
    SUPACREE
    What?
    DILLON FRANCIS
    We are literally all out of FUCKS to give.
    SUPACREE & GERALD
    WHAT?!
    (Don't repeat yourself.)
    DILLON FRANCIS
    Yeah. That was our last fuck. And-- you shouldn't repeat yourself.
    SUPACREE
    FUCK.
    DILLON FRANCIS
    WHAT? If you had a FUCK left you should have saved it to use against them. We're already outnumbered.
    (Use me.)
    MARILYN
    This is...beyond my paygrade.
    COUGHS
    You're getting paid for this?
    SOFTIE
    No. Its PR.
    (I am!)
    COUGHS
    What? Wait, how much am I getting paid for this?
    (Double!)
    MARILYN
    You're not.
    COUGHSY
    I'm--wait, what?
    SOFTIE
    Right?
    MARILYN
    Alright, Time's up, Losers!
    SUPACREE
    Losers?!
    DILLON FRANCIS
    We're not Losers, You're Losers.
    COUGHSY
    Nuh-uh!
    SUPACREE
    Yeah-huh!
    23 min
  • It's Always Sunnï In San Diego [ Chapter 666: What Getter Did]
    The Audiobook Part V
    EXCERPT: IAMBIC, THE MUSICAL : A DJ STORY
    ALIENS
    One of those?
    OTHER ALIENS
    One Sun?! One?!
    C'esme't
    One Sun?!? HUMPH!!!
    Sounds fun.
    What?
    What's done, is done.
    i'm on my way--
    Let's go have fun.
    Yeah, one son.
    (Go Getter
    Go get her
    Go Getter
    GO get her
    Go getter
    GO get her)
    “There's only one Sun;
    It sounds like fun.
    I think we should go!”
    ALIEN:
    I think we should go, to the rave— on this very strange planet
    It only has one—Erhm--? Oh, dammit!
    PSYCHONAUT:
    See this alien translation shit is not as easy as….
    V.O.
    You know...You know…?!?
    (It's not as easy as Skrillex made it, is it?)
    Well, it's not as easy as he made it, but--
    ...I don't that shit was easy...
    …..I don't think it was easy...
    ….I don't think it was easy….
    …….I don't think it was easy….
    It's easy—
    It's easy—
    It's easy—
    It's easy!
    It's C.C.
    It's C.C.
    It's C.C.
    1--2.
    1--2.
    1--2.
    1--2.
    1--2.
    1--2.
    1--2.
    1--2.
    (They're digging it up!? I put it there for a reason!)
    “Cunty!
    Cunty!
    Cunty!
    Cunty!”
    1 and—!
    5. WhatsApp
    Dysfunctional. They're just dysfunctional. I don't know what they're doing. I just made them that way--now they're acting crazy….
    Yes.
    Mmmm...
    “And then she...
    “And then she...
    “And then she….
    “And then I—
    “And then I—
    “And then we…
    “And then…I...end...
    “And then I ended it…
    I just…
    I...
    Ayayay.
    [THE} SKRILLEX:
    Ayayay!
    [THE] SUPACREE:
    Ayayay!
    What's up?
    What's up?
    What's up?
    What's up?
    Ayayayay.
    I'm alive!
    I'm alive!
    Ayayayaya…
    Ayayyayaya….
    What's up?
    What's up?
    What's up?
    What's up?
    I don't know what--
    Mmm... I had it. It was like...
    I don't know what to do, (I just wanna say I love you.)
    I don't know what to do, wanna say I love you.
    Wanna say I love you.
    Wanna say I love you.
    Wanna say I love you.
    I don't know what to do, just wanna say I love you.
    Love you,
    Love you--
    I'm so ugly.
    ‘I love…'
    “I love ugly.”
    God loves ugly…
    That's what she…
    Yes,
    I guess that's what she told me.
    ‘I just wanna love you--
    I love you.
    I love you,
    I love you. ‘
    It's three little words and... I…(Do)
    I...
    I'm above you, but i'm doing fine,
    Yes.
    Send you a sign?
    Yes.
    Yes———
    I am on high.
    On high...
    ...On high...
    “On high,
    Yes.”
    (I hate my hair, I hate my face—)
    I hate my job--- I hate my waist.
    I hate this crazy shit I got through every day!
    And
    “Heeeey—
    What's up?”
    “What's up?”
    “What's up?”)
    Hey, and I...
    I'm an ugly kid,
    I'm an ugly kid.
    Hey—
    (Hey—!)
    (What's up what's up what's up what's up? Or whateva)
    Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay!
    Hey!
    What's up
    What's up
    Heeeey
    What's up
    [Whole Foods]
    Eyyyyy...
    I love this...energy:
    “CHANCE THE RAPPER”
    I am not a rapper;
    I'm a crapper.
    This is just my other album—
    This is just my other actor;
    I'm a laugher.
    ‘Ha-Ha-Ha!'
    I'm a track:
    I am right... back…
    ...And i'll be right back.
    What was that?
    Was that a laugh?
    That was a laugh—
    You asked.
    1 hr 15 min
  • _th3 LïM1T (i5)
    The Audiobook Part III.
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    Where am I?
    Ū
    Hell.
    ANGEL 1
    In bed.
    ANGEL 2
    In mexico.
    CUT TO:
    SUPACREE finally gets to Heaven, looking for SKRILLEX.
    SUPACREE
    So, where is he?
    JESUS
    Somewhere else.
    ANGEL 1
    At home.
    ANGEL 2
    In mexico.
    JESUS
    Who knows?
    CHAK CHEL
    Someone must...
    DILLON FRANCIS
    I'm someone.
    JESUS
    But I don't.
    ME
    I don't know anything.
    MYSELF
    I don't need to.
    I
    I just wanna go home.
    SUPACREE
    Can I come home now?
    JESUSYou always could.
    SUPACREE
    But really, I mean--
    CHAK CHEL
    Really's all it really takes.
    ANGEL 1
    You have to know,
    ANGEL 2
    You have to mean it;
    Don't look both ways before
    you cross,
    if you honestly want off the cross
    Christ, for your sake
    Honestly
    It's probably wise to admit that you've tried
    For the third time;
    Mankind's just not worth it.
    Mankind, maybe;
    But humanity's my baby
    And this earth is
    definitely worth something
    I love it--
    Her.
    And the rest of the planets, but
    Look how she spins,
    It's magnificent,
    Look at the way the ocean's
    Make this mist;
    And the wind--
    If i sing loudly enough I might
    Vibrate the trees,
    How they love dancing and laughing for me;
    And I just can't help but to laugh at her inhabitants;
    They dance oh-so rhythmically
    They're very creative--
    and grateful, they always give thanks to me
    It's no need, but the Earth,
    she keeps feeding them
    She makes these beautiful things,
    So sweet;
    Mangoes,
    I think.
    Greed; The Parable of the Mango Tree
    Mango VIP.
    In the pre-existence, a young God prepares for her journey through the Land of The Living; Her older brothers taunt and tease, as she shuffles through notes and index cards, studying her predetermined fate on Earth.
    I
    That's easy. The cover art's just got a Mango On it,
    White Backdrop; It looks super juicy; with a green leaf, I think.
    E
    Who made it?
    I
    Uhhhhh.
    ^>
    Uhhhhh...
    O
    You forgot!
    I
    No! I know, I know. It was....
    A
    Who?
    U
    She forgot again.
    I
    I did NOT.
    E
    Did too. Who made it?
    I
    It was...it was...Herobust!
    Y
    Herobust?
    I
    Wasn't it?
    E
    Wrong!
    A
    Loser.
    I
    I am not a Loser. It was…Was it Ganja White Night?
    E
    I don't know, was it?
    A
    Was it?
    I
    I don't know! Just tell me.
    E
    I can't.
    I
    Yes you can!
    E
    I can't. Your rules--
    I
    Exactly, it's my rules! Just gimmie the answer!
    E
    I think you're going to have to GOOGLE it.
    I
    Ugh, no way.
    E
    So is Liquid Stranger your final answer?
    Y
    Liquid Stranger?!
    I
    I never said Liquid Stranger.
    A
    Idiot.
    O
    Now she's never gonna get it.
    U
    What did you say before?
    I
    It was...oh...
    A
    See dude.
    I
    Shut up, I had it-FUCK.
    A
    Damn dude, you broke her.
    I
    I'm not broken, I just forgot -
    E
    Liquid Stranger, going once--
    I
    I never said Liquid Stranger! I know it wasn't Liquid Stranger; Why would it ever be Liquid Stranger?
    CUT TO:
    A pair of mysterious dudes Suits in Sunglasses are collecting famous DJs.
    SUIT
    Martin Stääf?
    LIQUID STRANGER
    ...Yes...
    SUIT.
    Come with me.
    ___
    CUT TO:
    Two fans are watching interdimensional cable.
    SUPACREE
    It's a practical--
    FAN 1
    WHAT HAPPENED?
    FAN 2
    IT JUST CUT--
    __
    Aliens in an Ascended dimension of hyper-intelligence are studying our three-dimensional existence from an unknown cosmic world.
    BRAMF
    Remember that planet I showed you--the--
    ARLA
    Yeah, with the Axis?
    BRAMF
    Yeah.
    ARLA
    Yeah?
    BRAMF
    Something happened to it,
    ARLA
    Like what?
    BRAMF
    It's flat now.
    ARLA
    WHAT?
    BOTH
    Woah. >^
    Sometimes, even i'm surprised by the things I've written.
    ME
    I didn't see that one coming!
    MYSELF
    Neither did I: I was gonaa say it was off it's axis.
    I
    Flat's funnier.
    ME
    Yeah, and probably not as tragic.
    MYSELF
    I mean...that would be pretty tragic.
    I
    Probably easier to manage.
    ME
    Perhaps…But I mean, if you have a whole planet, and then it just collapses--
    MYSELF
    It's just flattened; nobody said it collapses.
    MEANWHILE
    The planet collapses.
    __________
    CUT TO:
    SUPACREE is now a full-blown superpowered vigilante; She seeks revenge for GETTER sending her through the interdimensions at AUDIOTISTIC.
    SUPACREE
    Getter, we meet again.
    GETTER
    I've never met you before; what are you doing in my dressing room?
    SUPACREE
    Why does a DJ have a dressing room?
    GETTER
    I don't know; get out.
    [She swiftly leaves; as she exits, THE SUITS approach the dressing room door.]
    SUIT 1
    Tanner Petulla?
    GETTER
    Yeah?
    SUIT 2
    Come with us.
    GETTER
    Fuck that!
    [He doesn't have a choice.]
    Oh shit, the next scene is already written, I remember this.
    Oh, okay! I get it!
    Yeah.
    She's still at--
    She's still on the--
    ____
    JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY.
    For what?
    You're suck in this until it's done.
    What's done? It'll never be over, it's just infinite.
    ENTER THE MULTIVERSE ^
    UNTITLED DOCUMENT <>
    <><><>
    >< >< ><
    ANGEL 1
    YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO SKRILLEX ON YOUTUBE?
    ANGEL 2
    DON'T.
    JESUS
    I mean...
    ANGEL 1
    DON'T you dare.
    SUPACREE
    I might as well, by the time I finish downloading it I probably won't even be able to listen to it.
    ANGEL 2
    You shouldn't.
    SUPACREE
    I shouldn't, but I know i have to.
    ANGEL 1
    In PUBLIC?
    JESUS
    Could go Incognito...
    ANGEL 2
    INCOGNITO; The “oh please don't look at this:” easy algorithm engine for “LOOK AT ME, I”M HIDING SOMETHING.”
    MEANWHILE...IN DEEP MEDITATION…(IE OMNIPOTENCE)
    SUPACREE
    So... if a song is... nothing but question and answer, what's a song which references another in an attempt to address the question which was asked?
    ME
    A conversation between one song and another?
    MYSELF
    I guess, yes;
    I
    Well, that would be a symphony, I would suppose.
    SUPACREE
    It would, wouldn't it.
    ME
    That is, if the songs were in sync.
    MYSELF
    They could be made to be.
    I
    Every song is made to be in sync;
    ME
    I mean, two songs, made to be in sync with each other.
    _______
    SUPACREE is on the floor at a rave.
    BASSGOD
    WAKE UP.
    SUPACREE
    This isn't funny anymore.
    ANGEL
    It was never funny. You have to get up.
    SUPACREE
    I'm up.
    BASSGOD
    You're NOT UP.
    ANGEL
    Come on, you have to do this.
    SUPACREE
    I'm doin it.
    GOD
    NO.
    ANGEL
    It's no use. She's so, so under there. It would take all of us to try to pull her out--that is without
    [The darkening sky crumbles, as the thunderous storm rages, the battle between worlds expands throughout the outer galaxies.]
    ____
    You're not skinny enough
    You're not pretty enough
    You're too dark,
    And you don't work quickly enough
    Much younger girls are putting in such
    Efforts, just to be, the perfect little beauty queen
    You wish you were,
    But couldn't be and
    kids these days are
    Everything that means
    anything
    Sometimes I Don't Wanna Be Happy…
    It was bad,
    But better than I'll ever be
    A basic remix,
    For the basic bitch that sings it
    And,
    I'm basically a Dillon Francis fiend,
    Have you seen this?
    Now it's getting serious,
    I seriously doubt there's anything I can do about it
    It's in God's hands and,
    I live in Satan's house
    How did he do this?
    How did this happen?
    The sad result of the damage,
    Cause i'm pretty sure
    The very last time my ex ever hit me
    Something got stuck on repeat;
    It's just eating me up.
    ___
    [Untitled Document]
    What did we call that place, between “The Blackout” and waking up.
    Hazy.
    I thought it was something more clever.
    Maybe, but i'll never find it if i'm just scrolling through these documents.
    Write”Untitled Document”
    That's all I've got, I guess.
    _____
    [A DJ] Can be played by literally any DJ.
    A wild, wild party has happened. A DJ wakes up, previously having been sprawled out across the floor.
    A DJ
    Whose house is this…? Ugh.
    [Looks in mirror.]
    A DJ
    ughhh.
    [S/he gets up and stumbles groggily, stepping over bodies hunched and perched, slung about sleeping. Peacefully. The sun is bright, a curse to the eyes of the clearly hungover, and likely still quite inebriated DJ. ]
    CONCURRENTLY:
    >>>
    SUPACREE awakens from a ‘stupor' herself, displeased. She looks in the mirror, at first disgruntled, then “picks up her face” adjusts her perception, and decides,
    SUPACREE
    (“I'm good.”)
    Yep.
    [And she keeps it steppin, still asking aloud, as she ponders to herself;]
    SUPACREE
    Whose house is this?
    [And makes her way into the kitchen, where she (probably in a montage) cleans around the many bodies of hot people and rave babies still smudged and dripping in everything glittery; she appears to have ‘frozen time', as she vacuums faces and erases permanent marker penises drawn onto the foreheads and other exposed body parts of those who have fallen asleep with no shoes on. She cooks breakfast and straightens the entirety of what is now more recognizable as someone's home, though the owner still remains unknown. She sips coffee and reads the newspaper, as she steps behind the freshly detailed decks; and prepares a set through the headphones shes hung happily around her neck.]
    PAUSE
    ME
    See! THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
    MYSELF
    It is. Ridiculous. You can't vacuum someone's face!
    I
    Not that part--
    MYSELF
    --Especially white people!
    ME
    You never said they were all white people.
    I
    I mean, predominantly; it said hot people and rave babies.
    MYSELF
    That's racist!
    ME
    It isn't. This whole scene would be entirely different, if it had nothing but black people in it.
    ALTERNATELY:
    She wakes up in the same house, but it's clean.
    SUPACREE
    ...Whose house is this?
    BEYONCE
    It's my house.
    SUPACREE
    It's... nice.
    BEYONCE
    Yes it is.
    ______
    DILLON FRANCIS has the master plan.
    SUPACREE
    Ugh, he knows everything.
    GOD
    Not everything, dear, believe me.
    SUPACREE
    Everything that matters.
    GOD
    There's no such thing as everything that doesn't matter.
    SUPACREE
    ...What?!
    __
    2 hr 37 min
  • 2 + 2 *Trigger Warning* [There's Some Cool Stuff In The Description, Though.]
    The Audiobook Part II
    A funny series of chapters, if you can get through the burning tears of heartbreak.
    (Recorded January 2021)
    *Trigger Warning*
    Disclaimer: Sometimes, the truth hurts. Don't Kill Yourself.
    -LEAKY SPOILER BELOW-
    The Infinite Fandoms Are Watching Via Interdimensional Cable in Real-Time Live Action.
    SONNY/ SKRILLEX
    It wasn't me.
    SUPACREE
    Okay, Shaggy.
    (What the fuck is that supposed to mean?)
    ((All the DJ's will get it.))
    SUPACREE
    So I guess this is not your sweater.
    SONNY/ SKRILLEX
    (Squints, guiltily lying.)
    No….
    SUPACREE
    Oh, ffftt-- reat. I was only holding onto it because I thought it was yours, and actually gave a whole fuck about it. My mistake, fuck.
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    ...right.
    SUPACREE
    So you don't mind if I just... burn it, right--?
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    You wouldn't do that…
    SUPACREE
    Um, I might--
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    DON'T--
    SUPACREE
    Don't what? Light this--not your--but completely random--sweater on FIRE? What might that do?
    [She flicks the bic.]
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    STOP!
    SUPACREE
    Oh. Why Sonny?
    (Woah, how are these two on a first name basis?)
    (I told you he did it.)
    CUT TO:
    Jesus and his angels also really enjoy watching this show. Jesus has been on extended vacation for quite some time; He lounges carelessly, snacking on pizza in a cloudy, albeit, smoke-filled paradise. Two of his favorite Angels occasionally accompany him, carrying out tasks throughout the inner dimensions.
    JESUS
    Ohhhooo, Christ, I knew it.
    ANGEL 1
    He is fucked.
    JESUS
    He's been fucked, now he's just done for.
    CUT BACK TO:
    SUPACREE
    Is this your sweater?
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    (Guilty)
    ...it might be…
    SUPACREE
    I know it's your sweater, asshole!
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    Ow! Okay! Fuck!
    [The BODYGUARD steps in.]
    CUT TO:
    Most DJs have interdimensional cable, and take guilty pleasure in watching the series unfold, sometimes working themselves to manipulate circumstances in the favor of the desired outcome.
    DILLON FRANCIS
    Oh, this Is getting W E I R D.
    ALLISON WONDERLAND
    It was always weird, now it's getting good.
    DEADMAU5
    He is so fucked--
    CUT BACK TO:
    BODYGUARD
    Hey,watch it!
    SUPACREE
    (To Bodyguard)
    Watch It? You watch it motherfucker!
    [The BODYGUARD steps back cautiously.]
    SUPACREE (CONT'D)
    My bodyguard will eat your bodyguard and--!!
    BODYGUARD
    Oh man….
    FOUR TET
    Is that really your sweater?
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    ...yeah…
    CUT TO:
    FANDOM
    How did she get his sweater!?
    CUT BACK TO:
    FOURTET
    Dude! How did she get your sweater?
    ON INTERDIMENSIONAL TV:
    How did she get his sweater?!!!
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    I don't know…
    (I know how)
    SUPACREE
    Yeah Sonny, how did I get your sweater??? How did I do that?
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    I--don't know! You probably stole it from my house!
    SUPACREE
    I don't even know where your house is!
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    Google knows where my house is!
    SUPACREE
    GOOGLE KNOWS WHERE EVERYONE'S HOUSE IS.
    FAN
    She has a point.
    In the reality where it's a live-action, realtime gameshow:
    {DING}
    HOST
    A POINT!
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME?
    SUPACREE
    OK, RIHANNA.
    {DING}
    HOST
    ANOTHER POINT!
    CUT TO:
    ARMIN VAN BUREN is watching in literally every-possible infinite dimension, via a multitude of flatscreens, within his megaship.
    ARMIN
    Damn.
    CUT BACK TO:
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    Your references are outdated.
    SUPACREE
    Well so are you. Here.
    [She tosses his sweater at him.]
    DILLON FRANCIS
    (Leaping up, distrubed)
    What is she doing?!
    DEADMAU5
    (Sipping soda smugly through a straw.)
    Woah, she loves that thing.
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    What? I--I don't want it---keep it.
    SUPACREE
    I don't want it. Take it back.
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    No!
    SUPACREE
    Okay!
    [She flicks the Bic, Lighting the Sleeve On Fire]
    SONNY/SKRILLEX.
    Are you STUPID?
    SUPACREE
    No, worse; I'm SKRILLEX.
    {DING}
    HOST
    THATS A POINT!
    Well, That's III.
    CUT TO:
    ALICIA KEYS is a guest star on one of the infinite television shows in which this takes place; She reprises her classic song on stage in front of a live studio audience, as the events are projected on megascreens behind her.
    ALICIA KEYS
    This girl is on FIRE!!!
    SUPACREE
    So's that sweater, isn't that significant, or something?
    SONNY/SKRILLEX
    Oh, shit--yeah--Hey--
    [Emptiness]
    Then:
    A Portal Opens.
    2 hr 37 min
  • Avicii
    If everything is everything
    Why'd you leave me in the Nothing
    Tell you something:
    Something Sunni this way comes was just for fun
    I made it up
    I took up rock and rolled up a whole mountain,
    Watched it roll back off and I'm like
    “Aaaaaahhhhhh,
    —shit—
    I took it kind of negatively
    Then my stick starts levitating,
    And it found it way back over to me,
    Death said she was nice, and handed over cypher to me
    Then she stuck a knife inside my back and laughed
    As asking me to pass this back to Sonny,
    And never ever tell the secret spell I have for Dillon Francis, transmitted back for Timothy
    I didn't have to ask, I matched the face to that
    asshole avicii
    Yeah everyone's an asshole to me,
    Especially the best or the best,
    The record producers and magicians in the industry
    I was asked to create a legacy, in Heaven
    You sold your SOUL?
    No, just relax.
    RELAX?! YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL.
    No, no, no--
    LOOK AT THIS!
    IT'S A GIFT.
    What the fuck.
    What dimension is this?
    JUST EAT IT.
    Noooo, nooo nooo!!!
    TURN IT OFF.
    I can't! It's!
    EMERGENCY SEQUENCE OVERRIDE.
    24 min
  • tRAPped. [*spoiler in description *]
    He got such a big ego
    New Hoe look like Shego: Evil
    Holy Moley Photoshop, cause she old
    The Bold and The Beautiful Body,
    It bothers me: the ugly Sunni
    Blue eyes and white guys give donations
    OnlyFans Lonely
    Meanwhile, my Hatian ass is hatin
    Guess she granted his birthday wish, damn
    And all I get is a $10 kiss
    Lips luscious and thick—
    If I was a chick,
    I'd probably be on Skrillex's dick
    But the nigga's a chicken
    Goes creepin in festival tents
    At the end of the evenin'
    Pickin on fans with no friends at events…
    ...what is this???
    THIS IS SKRILLEX .
    She's in total crisis mode;
    No phone, no home, nobody to Hold
    Turns out the Highway to Hell is paved with Gold
    Music Notes, engraved with all the songs that he ever wrote;
    Beethoven's main language was how aliens spoke in the cosmos, before you and I could know how to know.
    Low and Behold, Two Halfs of one Whole Soul.
    Now, Go Home.
    Th3 D3vil's D3n
    ——-
    She's trapped in a fat black trash can
    She makes friends at wasteland
    She takes tabs that taste bad
    DAMN.
    Half an acid after ASAP crapped on the map,
    Back to the BASSPOD for some awful crap
    She tried to dance to,
    She's trying—she's trying, but can't
    Thinks about camp, and the wristband she grabbed as a sample
    But the black man, her first fan, is holding her hand
    His first rave ever was at the promised land
    She left with a plan, panicked in Alaska, then ran
    Went manic with Uncle Sam, damaged;
    A sacrifice, like a lamb
    They call for Christ, and she wants to answer but hasn't;
    Advice from dad—
    “Humankind has gone mad.”
    The Day Met The Night
    She had to miss the man in the hat; but was glad
    The act she caught was by an artist that's also black
    Bass music lacks much, in fact;
    Every since Skrillex did it,
    Everyone else just does that
    WAH-WAH-WAHN
    ...heh.
    Now they're programmed and mathematical,
    Dubstep is had,
    Everybody loves Excision and forgot how to dance;
    No offense to Jeff,
    It's just his fans are the worst—
    She was still in the hearse, but witness to the dress rehearsal.
    Till Death Do Us Part,
    So she did; but Rest In Peace, she didn't—
    She was almost asleep, then here comes
    The Nigga, Skrillex.
    The Aliens Did it.
    NO WE DIDNT. THE GODS DID.
    Call it Divine Intervention
    Right on Time for Dentention
    He wreaked of all the sadness and Liquor
    The Poor Thing, he needed attention she couldn't give it, just wished she didn't exist
    She was shook, and just booked it out of the
    Soul Kitchen
    The whole mission was meant to be a means of prevention; A rockstar musician and a mystic's intuition
    At Intermission, she interviews with Inside Edition—
    When he makes his entrance,
    She breaks away just to kiss him
    But Listen:
    In this dimension, the Media Captures the passion
    She had for the man on camera, a scandal happens!
    His girlfriend's mad, his fans all hate this random fat black actress, or rapper— whatever she is, she woke up famous, and the FanGirls attack
    They all love Sonny; Fight over him in forums like vultures;
    It's part of the culture, she knows because she studies producers—
    But this one is different, there's only one Skrillex—
    A loser;
    Money talks and bullshit walks, and that's an evil doer;
    She just calmly walked away, she couldn't do him the favor
    He just came into her life, and then he came back never;
    Now she just wonders what would have happened, had she acted on impulse;
    His hands were right between her thighs, but then he acted repulsed, as his fingertips brushed the skin of her belly—
    The Curse of her body: reality's depiction of gluttony;
    We all need love.
    Perhaps what Sonny needed was hugs,
    But Ugly she was, and had been cracked like a nut;
    A scar on her lip,
    A scar on her eye,
    The Sun God marked “Mine”
    Blinded by the light, polite tidings, moonlit nights fighting the right side— look at the bright side;
    We are alike, right?
    We like white.
    Fine.
    What is a pawn to a Knight?
    What's a King to a Queen?
    A Lion to a Lioness might seem to be priority;
    In reality it's just another misogyny
    She knows she needs;
    He needs nothing.
    Rafiki, believe me—
    I did see Simba under a Tree,
    With a Hog and a Meerkat, I think
    Take it easy on the DMT,
    Before Disney reads this catastrophe.
    Well, that's random.
    Well, so is Skrillex in your tent.
    Is he for sale, or for rent?
    Is she no more than a friend?
    I'm offended, but get it—
    That's just how it is, with a rich kid;
    I lost 200 pounds, but she's posing for “fitness”,
    Basic ass bitch-ness
    Forget this shit.
    At the core, I resent it;
    I fell in a horrible instant
    Aplorable, isn't it?
    Now I just want to prevent;
    I saw through dimensions,
    Prayed for him,
    I went and I fasted
    Attracted spirits out of crypts with magic
    I flew the black flag, ship wrecked on an island and died again,
    All my friends and Family in heaven keep mentioning him
    I don't know what he did,
    But I'm just trying to save—
    Shh. What did Tim say?
    He tried to warn me about Garrett before I even knew his name;
    It's fucking crazy,
    But I lost it when he passed away—
    I remembered the day I called
    “A Long Drive, With You, Friends”
    Cause I was stuck in the Skrillex attempting to decipher the message;
    Ran down the mountain pouting about Dillon Francis,
    But when I got back to town, I found out what the past is;
    Los Angeles was smaller, but still back to back traffic—
    I looked down from Elysian Park at all of the Classics;
    It had to be about the 60's, it was a nightmare—
    Time Travel would be fun, if I had chosen to go there,
    But no!
    A flash went off as I was leaving the mountain,
    I didn't even feel the phototelepoertation,
    It was instant.
    I'm a crackhead,
    I'm a mental health case—
    Five years ago, I said I'd run for President someday
    I knew as the words came out; it was a fatal mistake
    I became #1 Enemy of the State
    The USA was under a brand new administration,
    We went Global, White Supremacy Funds Corporations
    Now it doesn't matter what I say or do;
    On paper, I've been documented as…
    Doesn't matter.
    The worst of it was,
    They gave me Sonny's head on a platter
    “Invest In Water”
    Telepathy is easy for me;
    But gnashing of teeth?
    I listen to Skrillex, the secrets I keep
    Now I'm starting to weep,
    Take it easy—
    He's probably busy.
    I'm standing in line at the showers, he's disappearing
    I can't believe it;
    His name wasn't on the roster
    An imposter, impossible;
    I already saw him
    His mom worries, a lot—
    But I don't know which one,
    She begged and pleaded for me to save her son
    And the West was won,
    Annie went and got her gun
    She's ugly, but she's skinny and she's also a slut;
    A DJs just a squirrel with a nut—
    Always looking for another with some tits and a butt
    Looks young? So what?
    ID says Connecticut, just turned 21
    But she's sucking her thumb
    Dumb DJ wants to have fun
    Now thunder has struck;
    At least this time I'm in luck—
    I don't know what he's done,
    But Space Jesus is giving everyone a good in for their money,
    Here bassnectar comes;
    My assumption was—you've seen one, it applies to all of them.
    Apparently not, my previous favorite
    Previous, I say, because I think someone paid him
    As years pass by, I see what I've written—it's clearly a given, perhaps this is the reason I've risen;
    This is a prison.
    I don't want to listen to Skrillex.
    I'm so sick of Dillon Francis,
    And being a black chick
    I'm so sick of fitness models
    And Instagram fitness
    I'm so sick of Sonny Moore and this aryan woman.
    According to the Book or Mormon,
    I'm rather important,
    But neither myself or they would admit it—
    Untraceably ancient, they have questions of our Family's origins
    I'm like,
    Just ask Skrillex. That dudes way more a force than I—not adopted, but unwanted, and unaborted.
    Now I'm imported, an immortal now with African heritage—
    Not African, but they have to call me African American or black like, statistically—
    Thats seeming racist again, I think.,
    I'm also indigenous—but white people see me as black;
    Blacks know that I'm half, they laugh and turn their back,
    As if.
    The Black Cat in the hat sat and splashed blood on his mask; he had to attack the bampheramph master, acting as captain
    He can't stand him, now he's trapped in a mansion with Dillon Francis and a Masked Banana,
    Happy with Hammocks for batting practice.
    [Skrillex is resting in a hammock. The masked banana Approaches.]
    WHAT THE FUCK.
    CUT TO:
    Here he is.
    is he dead?
    No, he's Skrillex.
    Don't be stupid.
    That's a shiner.
    It's a doozy…
    ...This Nigga.
    This Nigga.
    This NIGGA.
    Uh oh.
    Where is Skrillex?
    I found him.
    He's over there.
    He's over WHERE?
    14 min
  • HiJACKed
    Hell hath no fury…
    Well, whose she in love with?!
    Skrillex or Dillon Francis?
    What?!
    How would it EVER be Dillon Francis?!
    What did you DO?
    What the fuck.
    She's not my type.
    [Dillon Francis's Type.]
    Oh.
    Oh.
    No.
    1.
    Everything in moderation, they say
    I guess even love, that makes
    Love apart of everything
    So maybe I'm too late,
    Or I even never made it
    Great;
    Nothing can be lost,
    From nothing ever gained
    But it's painful
    The pain gets heavier each day
    The devil doesn't dance,
    He just stands there, chanting
    Weak and panting
    Taking everything away
    He can't to anything,
    But you can,
    If you ask politely
    That's it,
    Just keep writing,
    Die,
    Or give your light to him
    And life the rest of life
    Like him.
    Loveless but flush with riches
    Never having to hide your eyes;
    The light behind them
    Left with him,
    This time.
    2. Walk- on my back in soccer cleats
    If I don't meet your expectations
    Masochistic inclinations—
    Therapeutic decimations
    _________________________
    “ the greatest”
    I am what happens when
    We have an evil president
    I am what happens when
    Google becomes the government
    I'm what happens when
    A snake turns vegetarian
    I am what happens when
    God says to flood the earth again
    I am what I am
    It is what it is
    Get out my biz, liz
    Unless the last name's Lemon
    Or him supply Thizz
    This is my business
    Don't be pretentious
    _____________________________
    ToAs I lay my Kandi on my decks
    Wondering what happens next
    With stones laid all across my chest
    And love kept just beneath my breast
    I watch me dig my grave
    Watch me eat my death
    Watch me go insane
    Mumbling mantras under my breath
    I almost thought I was special, I guess
    I almost forgot I was real
    I went for a walk on the Angels' side,
    And they gave me the power to heal
    I wanna hold you
    So bad it, bad it feels
    Like I'm broken
    Feels like I'm falling
    Apart on the inside
    (Apart on the inside, oh)
    Nobody cares about the heart that bleeds
    Or the girl that cries
    Or the boy that needs
    Nobody cares for you and me
    __________________________________
    Life of a fat girl'
    Life's not even fair
    Let three model hot girls in
    Got not even bottle service
    Purchased VIP and you treat me like I'm not even there
    I am not awake I'm just dreaming
    Anything
    I am not alive I'm just breathing
    Anything
    It's just another day
    I'm not leaving
    Anything is anything
    If everything is everything.
    It might just be my fault
    Problem solved, I'm off
    __________________________________
    Keep Raving SŪPA©REEMIX
    SAMPLE THATS SO RAVEN
    ________________________________
    The scars on my heart,
    Unlike the marks on my wrists and my arms
    Are still bleeding—
    I'll be eating today,
    But fasting to pray to find meaning;
    I'm leaving soon…
    ____________________
    Spending time alone with your sweater
    And whether or not you love me
    I'll always, always
    Abstaining from any pleasure
    And whether or not you love me
    I'll always, always
    ______________________
    Infinite Transcendence
    I'm worried sick
    that you're sick
    and worried about the world
    (our world)
    we live in
    Be My Infinity
    This is reality
    Sometimes, I find
    that the world is actually kind;
    But in my mind, I give in
    When world's collide
    And your empathy glides away
    hiding pain deep inside
    This is the world we live in
    There's nothing I want harder
    Nothing, nothing I want longer than
    the timeline that you're on
    to go on, and on
    There's nothing I want more
    I saw you laying on the floor
    but it was once upon a dream…
    Be My Infinity
    This is reality
    T1m3
    I see your heart (heart)
    That was the start of it (x2)
    I never thought to write it down
    but now
    I found the future
    (whispered: Life is an illusion, the world an afterthought)
    I see your mind (mind)
    And fell apart a bit (echo)
    Looking up and studying the ground
    and now
    I found the future
    (Whispered: You are the future)
    I am the future,
    Time machine dreaming
    I am the future
    Dreamcatchers weaving
    I am the future
    (Keep on Believing)
    I found you in a lonely kingdom
    Hieroglyphs of ancient wisdom
    Dancing with the auras of the cosmos
    Rainbows making halos of the angels in the
    Sky
    I am the future,
    Time machine dreaming
    I am the future
    Dreamcatchers weaving
    I am the future
    (Keep on Believing)
    (Keep on Believing)
    (Keep on Believing)
    In You
    Syncing and sinking
    Silently thinking
    ‘The world is changing'
    We are changing
    Too
    Lady In Waiting
    Tears beneath the veil
    of the woman who waits in vain
    Abstaining from vanity
    Restless and taking the charity
    Into a suffering society
    Everything is her anxiety
    The priority of her propriety
    Is actually a calamity
    It's fascinating
    Spirits call her name
    But she is silent
    Feel like I need cocaine confidence
    Cocaine confidence
    Hatred creeps upon me in the
    wicked world of silence
    I cannot find peace here
    Shadows of darkness will follow the cursed
    The evil betrayal of love longtime lost
    Festival Saga
    Sun (dot) Moon (<3)
    Shluggy (snails)
    Uuuggghhh (rusko)
    “Aint no juice in this mothafuckah all the time brah”
    “man juice expensive as hell, ain't nobody tryna buy no muthafuckin juice”
    “Man I got cottonmouth like a muhfuggah an ya'll done drank all my damm juice”
    “Ain't nobody drank yo damn juice nigga”
    “quit lyin trick I know you drank my goddamn juice nigga!”
    “nigga go rock that dub right there that's your juice right there nigga get to work nigga.”
    :15
    Sellin it because I gotta
    all I do is marijuana
    smokin it because I wanna
    bought a- bought a- bought a- bought
    Zip today
    got my rent, to pay
    I got…court monday
    and the judge ain't gonna wanna wanna
    let me go
    cause he know
    I lay low
    so he don't
    wreck my flow
    cause you know
    I'm the showrunnah…
    And the show must go on
    like a hoe must go on
    to skid row to blow joe and joe blow
    Bummah.
    I like to think of summah
    as winter undercover
    but when I'm with my lovah
    you know we bring the thundah.
    But you can't predict the weather
    It could be 109 right now
    tonight you'll need a sweater
    SupaCree Originals
    B. O. K. (What Does The Chicken Say)
    Sometimes,
    I find dimes
    I think
    “1 out of 10”
    If it…
    happens again
    I just might
    I just might
    Pick it up
    Just my luck
    they just might
    give a fuck
    If they don't
    I'll give up
    Mad hatter filling up my cup,
    I'm so fucked up
    You're so fucked up
    It's a reflection of infection
    I can't stand my own reflection
    And we have this deep connection
    Spending session after session
    Writing songs about it (x3)
    What does the chicken say?
    …/…
    What the fuck do chickens say?
    …/…
    What does the chicken say?
    ..//…
    Don't look up (down)
    Don't give up (now)
    Don't give up (sound, echoed)
    Welcome to the world of sound (echo)
    Don't look up (ground)
    Ground yourself—
    In fact:
    Chicken Scratch
    ‘Chicken Soup'
    Don't react
    Don't react
    Don't look back
    It's a trap
    ‘Its a trap!'
    You're attracted to all the wrong crap.
    *Stop*
    “Many of our world's problems today
    Are a result of the fact that children have had their childhood stolen from them
    The magic, the wonder, the mystery, and the innocence of a child's heart
    Are the seeds of creativity that will heal the world
    I really believe that” -Michael Jackson
    “Success is peace of mind which s = direct result of self-satisfaction in kiwi you made the effort to become the best of which you are capable” -John Wooden
    I live & love everything theatrical; My passion for entertainment has evolved from musical dance theatre, through live music, and into electronic dance music culture. I thrive in high energy environments—and though I'm constantly filled with butterflies—
    The stage always feels like home.
    I love the sound of laughter, the look of joy, and the feel of passion;
    Making others happy is where my heart is.
    —SupaCree.
    SONGS
    Home Is Where The Art Is
    I have panic attacks on the bus every morning—
    Google maps throwing me off and often,
    losing my mind trying to find where I'm going;
    There's no place like roaming
    There's no place like home
    I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand—
    Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's
    Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping—
    There's no place for coping
    There's no place like home
    I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps
    Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me
    I'm finding the line is too fine to determine
    My side
    Side-by-side mirror images,
    Interesting concept:
    “Conception at birth”
    How abstract, subtracting
    Distractions, passing concessions
    & sundries covering all my expressions
    Of joy
    Enjoying
    Chos in color
    Home is where the art is.
    Bouts of insomnia,
    Battling bullet wounds;
    Inspiration's a gift of disaster—
    But soon, knives forks and spoons,
    A lamp for my room, and a broom, too;
    Home is where the art is.
    I'm in the cocoon, for now—
    Still learning how to be beautiful,
    Creating a canvas on my back, seeing—
    Everything, everyday.
    On my way
    On my way
    On my way
    To being
    Home.
    Nam Dama Mi
    That's an inner thought:
    Keep it to yourself
    Put it on the shelf,
    You're a mad man
    Do you remember me?
    I am the stars you see
    And the answer that you seek,
    Is the blinding light.
    Fight the tide,
    You're hiding—
    Wasting the days
    Resting
    Rest In Peace to the
    Rest of them,
    Following everyone's footsteps
    They're practically sheep, but
    You keep keeping up with them—
    Friends?
    If only, if only.
    Depends on
    If you're feeling lonely,
    I guess.
    Do you remember yourself?
    She was healthy—
    Do you remember her death?
    Falling victim to captive
    Both weakened and wealthy
    Was he, who
    Could see you
    Practically couldn't believe you
    Who was that?
    Inherited panic attacks from your past—
    Life goes on.
    1:15 AM
    Little lonely planet
    Spinning on my axis
    I don't need my glasses
    To feel
    Little lonely lady
    Misses little baby
    Attracted to you lately
    Too real
    I'm sorry, it's been cloudy
    This can't be about me
    In a crowd you can't see
    My face
    Standing in a corner
    Fighting for my honor
    No this isn't really
    My place
    I'm a space cadet
    Sucked in a vacuum
    And I'm losing it
    Thought I could find you
    The stars look so marvelous
    I never thought it could be
    I guess it wasn't meant
    For me
    MaybEmpathy
    Maybe it's a secret weapon
    Maybe it's a blessing
    Maybe it's a lesson
    Maybe It's a curse
    Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing
    Maybe's only make It worse, so
    Take this day with a grain of salt,
    A lemon slice
    I promise you, I'll make it nice
    This is my purpose here:
    I
    Was sent
    To love you, so
    Suffer your feelings unto
    Me
    (Empathy)
    Maybe it's the sunrise
    Maybe it's a surprise
    Maybe it's my disguise
    I don't know
    Maybe it's some that place I should go
    I love my ‘home'
    But
    I'm all alone, so
    Take this day with a grain of salt,
    A lemon slice
    I promise you, I'll make it nice
    This is my purpose here:
    I
    Was sent
    To love you, so
    Suffer your feelings unto
    Me
    (Empathy)
    Maybe I'm just crazy
    Maybe I'm your baby
    Maybe I'll be saving planet earth
    Maybe I'm just dying
    I'm so sick of crying
    But I won't stop trying, no
    Maybe you're the greatest
    Maybe I'm the latest
    Maybe fill my plate with
    Everything I hate
    Maybe I'm too late, but
    Maybe I've been waiting
    Lately I've been dreaming
    Of us
    So just
    Bare with me
    Certainly
    In love
    With you
    No maybes.
    Take this day with a grain of salt,
    A lemon slice
    I promise you, I'll make it nice
    This is my purpose here:
    I
    Was sent
    To love you, so
    Suffer your feelings unto
    Me, too
    (Empathy)
    Maybe it's my Purple Heart
    Maybe this is just the start
    Maybe we are just apart
    For now
    Maybe it's your pretty eyes
    Maybe it's the moonlight nights
    Maybe I'm just star struck
    Right now
    Right now
    Right now
    Maybes make everything better.
    Scary Monsters, and…
    In silent desperation
    Waiting for a cause
    To the effect of your reflection
    Pretty is, is pretty does
    Nothing breaks like a heart, and
    This is the heartland
    Careful where you tread
    Every corner has a landmine
    Surpassing hunger's grip
    There are monsters in your midsts
    Awakened demons in the
    Light and darkness calmly came upon us
    Resting is the wicked
    But my blindness is in hoping
    Certainty was lovely
    But I had to move away
    Sunny Sunday
    I sent some love your way
    In my own world I can stay
    Hidden, Kept secret
    Give Victoria the secret,
    You may wonder if she'll keep it;
    the devil gave her all the weapons
    to be cloaked in all the beauty of
    a body fit for lingerie
    angels never go away
    demons dance and play
    and wait for you to make mistakes
    Sheep adorned with lace
    perfect body, perfect face
    make Charisma avoid Karma
    and put Pleasure in her place.
    Find your place and keep it
    Lock away your secrets
    You may not believe it, but:
    The only world is you
    Sunny Sundays
    Crashing waves to the west
    And I wish you the best
    I just wish you the best
    Sheep adorned with lace
    perfect body, perfect face
    make Charisma avoid Karma
    and put Pleasure in her place.
    A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L.
    And they won't give me Adderall
    Cause then I would rule the world
    Then I could rule the world
    Rule the world—
    And they won't give her adderall
    because they know that she would fall
    in love with herself
    “Just kill yourself.”
    —She came back to haunt herself—
    wanted off this planet,
    poisonous planet
    you poisoned humanity
    (poisoning, poisoning)
    ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?'
    They won't give her things that would
    help her to mend the world
    Cause that would mean
    that theirs is ending
    Fiends can't be friends
    and reflections, expectations
    of men in the eye of the beholding
    blind, leading
    wild, tides—moonlight
    fight with the demons
    he sent in the night,
    You're right:
    Stay in tonight.
    And they won't give her adderall
    because they know that she would fall
    in love with herself
    “Just kill yourself.”
    She came back to haunt herself—
    wanted off this planet,
    poisonous planet
    you poisoned humanity
    (poisoning, poisoning)
    Motion, Words & Wisdom
    Part paranoia—
    And part defense system
    Am I just sick?
    Or am I a victim.
    You're speaking when you're speaking
    You stop thinking when I'm thinking
    Meanwhile I keep repeating—
    Motions, words—wisdom.
    HOOKS
    Blur (Lifeless En Motion)
    To be lifeless in motion;
    A cascading glimpse
    At the thought of emotion
    Miss me by inches
    No wish of devotion.
    Sifting so silently;
    Lifeless In motion.
    CAKE
    Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger;
    Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress;
    Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes—
    Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress.
    R3AL
    What is love/
    What is real?
    What is love/
    What is real?
    What is love/
    What is real?
    What is love/
    What is real?
    RAN
    Don't let the light in your eyes, man
    You've reached the promised land.
    Tiny grains of sand,
    you can't stand in the way of your own plan,
    Now can you?
    You can't see
    turn your back away,
    Take a stand—
    Wave your flag, save the planet
    Run, raven
    Run, rabbit—
    Just run.
    Smog Check
    Back to blue skies
    Under clouds of waste
    That we can't see
    But we created
    All the world is somewhat jaded
    So get faded—
    wade in the wata;
    Pollution is notta problem
    When you got a lot of em
    When you got a lot of em
    Life is everlasting
    POETRY
    Light
    Sunlit rays through the veil of nature's cloak,
    I sit amongst an empire of mountains and motes ;
    Only waiting to be washed and reborn
    in the high tides of the afternoon.
    Heart, However
    I miss the world of monsters
    From which I was born
    From which I was dreamed in
    I miss all the magic that happened within, and without—
    I still have your heart, however.
    Silence, Golden Moon
    Swaying in subtle solitude
    The quiet desperation of a city
    Soon to be lost to the tide
    Of nature or another;
    Planetary alignments and
    Satellites drift idly by--
    As waves wash over
    Whimsical anxieties
    For the moon and the stars
    Were never as far as now
    And the spirits who called to me
    Never more silent
    I do remember
    Me
    Infinity Everlasting
    It was more than magic
    To have wondered here;
    A perfect place in a perfect world
    Flawnessness bound to its beauty
    Heaven just at the helm
    I drifted here on kindness's wings;
    We glided into forgiveness
    With wonder approaching
    And forever become whole;
    I never wished to be
    Infinity everlasting—
    But also, always was.
    NIKE
    Which goddess is this?
    Blissfully ignorant
    Ignored
    A horrible mess
    Stress is…
    God bless
    I guess
    Just—
    Bless you
    Origins
    When we were the ocean (echo)
    Before Father Time
    Remembrance of the divine
    It just was
    Nothing and everything
    Happened at once
    Just because
    It was all just an accident
    The happiest accident
    The world
    We were
    We are
    We are still here
    I am
    You are.
    We are still here.
    CYPHERS
    Shirts
    I was trippin on shirts
    Avoiding them flirts, the worst
    Laying me down in a hearse
    I never rehearse
    Live my whole life in reverse—
    I'm Benjamin button
    It hurts-hurts
    The world is George Lucas's first,
    Work
    From something to nothin,
    It works, church
    From First and to Last
    Every verse, verse
    Somebody come help break this
    Curse curse
    Demons in my universe—verse
    Remember you asked who came first—first
    (Two times?)
    ...it was the egg.
    Go break a leg.
    I don't have to beg
    I'm going to Vegas.
    Bitch I'm gonna be famous
    Bitch I'm already A-List
    Bitch I'm friends with the greatest
    Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design
    ‘Bitch you look fine'
    I promise, I'm not
    Promises, promises
    Thought I forgot
    Bird's (The) Word
    Wha-da-da-dup?
    I mean, “surf's up!”
    I mean Red Cup
    I mean, ‘All The Way Up'
    SIKE.
    What in the fuck do I look
    Like
    Not like a balla not like
    Mike;
    Psyc evaltuation—
    Nation is evil
    Doesn't want people
    Equal--(equal)
    Has less calories
    But salaries at companies
    can't cover these
    Insurance fees and premiums
    Spotify can read my mind,
    As if it was a medium
    Shirt size fluctuate
    From XS to Medium
    XS was super dumb
    Maybe they remember us:
    Big ass bitches
    In 3x mini Dresses
    Dressed to impress the emperor:
    ‘Impalas Only!'
    Gazelles for the lonely guys--
    No surprise there:
    Thunder Thighs weren't in season
    The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines
    Cause we like red velvet cake
    No mistakes made
    ‘Make way--comin thru!'
    Best friend pushed us through
    To see you
    BOO-WHO?
    I think you're a ghost
    I think i'm an owl
    I love you the most
    An alien hosted
    Me
    SupaCree
    Supecedes--super seeds
    Everything
    Everything's everything
    Bring Me backstage
    In the age of backpage
    I hit the backspace
    Space cadet
    No Regrets
    Just regurts
    Regurgitate
    Yogurt--
    Kiefer after reefer
    Referral this squirrel
    To talk therapy, apparently
    Body dysmorphia got to me
    Honestly,
    I think I just need surgery.
    Everything's sugary
    Food isn't real to me
    Doesn't appeal to me
    Banana peel to me
    Slip-and-fall
    Monkey-see-monkey-do-
    Anything
    chunky-too-funky
    I can't wear anything
    iheartraves puts out;
    I'm not a circus ring
    Sometimes I feel like Penelope
    Elephante,
    Killa remembering
    All the things
    I would sing
    I would ring bells
    Drinking Sunny-D
    Juice—plastered
    Chance had the answer
    my favorite rapper,
    Had to be, probably—
    Drake is an actor.
    Study the past for
    future prediction,
    I never fit in
    I never fit in—Tripp pants before,
    But I can't afford them anyway.
    Anyway,
    What did you say,
    In that song?
    Feel like something is wrong—
    Man, it's been a long time
    Since '09–
    07 was heaven--
    Last time I was president;
    LDS resident
    Someone was heaven sent
    Going on tour and shit
    I'm starting to resent
    Everything too recent
    I'm on decline, descent
    Disintegrated and separated
    Soul from my Spirit.
    Do you hear it?
    It's me.
    Laundromat
    Undercover 88
    Crown Vic
    Victory is mine
    Mystery is mine
    History is mine
    Hollywood bungalow
    Yucca & Vine
    Fine line between
    champagne & white wine
    White lie
    When I say “I'm fine”
    Fine dining,
    I have no spine
    Calling the bank cause my card was
    Declined
    Ladder I climb
    I'm falling behind
    The children born after me
    Never you mind
    It's such a catastrophe
    Body & Mind
    Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind
    I need my glasses,
    Please help me find them
    I cannot see you—
    I'm Daphne I'm blind
    *gasp*
    “Are you okay?!”
    No—not today
    I fast and I pray, it won't go away
    I fast and I pray cause,
    Need you to stay
    Alive.
    Be good—
    Be okay—
    Good
    Hey, good; I need you to play
    My favorite songs when I go to the rave
    My favorite favorite favorite place
    One day they'll probably send me to space
    Because I belong to an alien race
    [Cree-Cree phone home…]
    I hate my phone
    I hate the phony
    Instagram hoes
    I hate my body
    Wanna go home
    Death is a freedom
    When we all fall asleep,
    Where do we roam?
    Noam Chomsky
    Write me a poem
    Cute pomsky—
    Wish I could show em,
    Off.
    Dog show in dogtown
    You know what's up
    The tide is down
    I said—surf's up
    —If up is down
    Enough's enough
    I'll prob'ly drown
    Out
    Sounds
    How
    Now
    Brown
    Cow
    Tell Father Time
    That time is now
    There is no past
    There is no “how”
    There is no “try”
    There's only “do”
    There is no “I”
    There is no “you”
    The universe is 2+2
    Plus 2+2— Plus 2+2
    It all adds up
    It's all in view
    You know what's up
    I do too
    For you are I, and I am you
    Absolutely: whooo are you?
    AB-Soul— Who's he?
    Who are You?
    I am, he is,
    You are, he is,
    You are
    I am
    We are
    I am
    They are
    I am
    Me.
    Ū.
    “I Accept That”
    People are speaking;
    I'm listening
    And everything makes sense so far—
    Just another scar on my heart, and not my arm.
    Intention to harm is far from my mind—
    Self-destruction or re-construction;
    to which, I am blind.
    It feels fake to me—
    drip dropping hints into a lake to me—
    —playfully playing back the feeds of things,
    The Cloud had sprouted just from seeds;
    Experimental mental challenges designed,
    to find the ones with minds—
    seeking the more divine;
    It's more than “just fine”;
    these voices are actually mine,
    it's all the time. It's all a game, it's all in my mind.
    I just have to accept this is my life,
    I'm the living in strife
    With a life that reflects-
    My constant struggle and strife—
    These bags on my eyes,
    Are heavier than
    Living this life.
    Aight?
    ‘Shhhhhhh'
    I have a type:
    I like old typewriters
    And writers alike—
    Not like mike (which one?)
    Thought I'd switch one on you
    Like Zoom, here we go again
    I said “no.”
    Again
    I'm sure Benn is a has been—
    But then again,
    I've never had a friend like me
    Bringing up my one best friend to spite me,
    Just like me—
    But I can't be settling just because
    Someone's meddling in my business
    What is this?
    Okay, I said I have a type right?
    I like…(hmmmm? shhh—)
    Despite the fact they're attracted
    To the way Becky act—
    Basic.
    And basically,
    Genetics are intrinsically connected
    God blessed us and stressed us
    To remain neglected
    (Who, US?)
    U.S.
    They can't trust us,
    That just-us
    People who are colorblind—
    And blind to begin with
    Who did this begin with?
    Not S****, that's just the scar on my heart
    And the star of the show
    What do you know?
    I didn't blow the lid on that kid for almost a decade
    And I been goin to raves like, almost a decade
    And I been hella blazed like—
    About a whole decade
    Cause my first rave was a dark cave
    And I'm brave enough to show it
    Alaska doesn't know it;
    I'm about to blow it all...
    I'll be leaving at the end of fall—
    Maybe.
    And this is ‘the fall', maybe—
    Seems like somethings not right
    Despite the fact I'm just trying to live life and be
    AVERAGE
    Someone's got leverage;
    Getting beverage service about 10,000 miles high
    And I remember the time I kept it quiet for—
    #metoo, girls keep it quiet—
    Keep it quiet cause he might be a senator
    Keep it quiet cause she never been before
    Keep it quiet cause she never been a whore;
    Just a lost fly, trapped in a web I spun myself—
    it's unhealthy to be this many things at once
    And for once—pay attention.
    I'm sure I've mentioned detention centers are for sinners—
    But the system is the winner
    Making people sicker and sicker
    Just wanna be thinner
    But my body's on fire
    Not wearing a wire,
    I am one.
    And if you had fun with this—
    I'm done with you.
    All of you,
    You put me through hell and well,
    Well—well water is safer
    I'm sure you prefer that secret to be kept, continued...
    Like this ‘cyper'
    Is
    To Be Continued.
    Shirts
    I was trippin on shirts
    Avoiding them flirts, the worst
    Laying me down in a hearse
    I never rehearse
    Live my whole life in reverse—
    I'm Benjamin button
    It hurts-hurts
    The world is George Lucas's first,
    Work
    From something to nothin,
    It works, church
    From First and to Last
    Every verse, verse
    Somebody come help break this
    Curse curse
    Demons in my universe—verse
    Remember you asked who came first—first
    (Two times?)
    ...it was the egg.
    Go break a leg.
    I don't have to beg
    I'm going to Vegas.
    Bitch I'm gonna be famous
    Bitch I'm already A-List
    Bitch I'm friends with the greatest
    Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design
    ‘Bitch you look fine'
    I promise, I'm not
    Promises, promises
    Thought I forgot
    Can't you see that the body is tired?
    Jacob “Jake” Bennett is a quixotic and highly intelligent elementary school teacher—2nd grade, to be specific—whose usual chronic anxiety and routine boredom leads him into an impulsive journey of drug fueled self-discovery and sexual exploration, launching him into a hyper-confident spiritual awakening.
    Ep. 1
    The California sunset pours through the window of a low-end motel room, leaving a brilliant streak of orange which highlights the room's smoky haze.
    Un[afraid.]
    Character Breakdown
    a) protagonist- Jake Bennett
    b) antagonist- Carol Whitman, Dean
    c) best friend- Topher Evans
    d) love interest-
    e) confidante- Dianne
    f) partner
    g) catalyst
    h) mentor
    i) comic relief- Coach Eric Bolton
    _____________________________________________
    After a long hiatus…
    WHY DILLON FRANCIS?
    WHY KAYLA LAUREN?
    She's NOT A DJ
    NEITHER IS HE!
    NEITHER ARE YOU.
    NEITHER ARE YOU.
    [beat, pause]
    You basic Billie Ellish-listening—
    Leave Billie out of this—
    Who listens to Billie Ellish when they're SAD?
    Everybody who listens to Billie Ellish is SAD.
    _____________________________________________
    After leaving the cabo cantina, Dillon Francis follows CC to a bridge over the 10 freeway, from which she jumps, disappearing into a portal below. Dillon Tenatively follows in pursuit, not landing in a literal portal, but instead atop a semi truck, driven by Skrillex.
    Though knocked unconscious, he “survives” the impact.
    What are you doing?!
    Shooting a music video. What are YOU doing?
    As he looks about, it appears as though he has fallen through a portal after all, into the fourth dimension, as he is no longer on the ten freeway, but on a stretch of road on the set for Skrillex's music video, En Mi cuarto,
    Crazy—
    This shit crazy
    This shit crazy
    Crazy—
    This bitch crazy”
    This bitch crazy”
    Pshh—
    Crazy—
    This is crazy
    This is crazy
    Crazy
    This shit crazy
    This shit crazy
    (Crazy!)
    This suit crazy
    But amazing
    —-
    WAIT.
    Agh.
    Ooooo—
    Noooooo.
    This is bad.
    Is this why they—
    Uh-huh.
    Supposedly.
    “My Other”
    Me and my other are so carelessly woven together through time and space with the fabric of love, neither neither him or I can truly stray from one another, for we are as one, as Made in the kingdom of Heaven as were meant to be.
    Amen
    —-
    These two hold the seer's eyes
    One has the left, the other the right
    One rules the day, and one rules the night;
    At dusk and at dawn, all lovers take flight
    Pay one for a rose,
    He'll kiss you good night
    Collect enough roses,
    A lover for life
    Pay two to the studio,
    Three for the mic,
    A case of Don Julio
    And 5 for the wife
    —-
    A man falls in love with the fictional video game character , and is then written into the story of the game as her
    Don't do this.
    “—Savior—”
    Uhh—ohhh…
    “The Savior Complex”
    I told you.
    —Huh?!
    As her savior and love interest—-
    “Here it goes—“
    In one of the potential outcomes of a multidimensional—
    “Fuck—last one—“
    “There is no “last”
    —Online—
    Fuck, dude—
    Hyper dimensional ultra-augmented reality video game.
    CAST
    VIDEO GAME?!
    Don't worry; there's a movie franchise!
    [They take an exaggerated sigh of relief]
    Who are these guys ?
    They're from the reality where it's a multi-can prime time sitcom,
    DIRECTOR
    CUT.
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