The Secret Life Of Sunnï Blū

The Secret Life Of Sunnï Blū

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  • OFF.

    “Lessons In Illuminati”

    “That was very strange.”

    “This is what you asked for.”

    I had asked, I just hadn't expected an answer so quickly…

    “Yes you had.”

    You're the actual devil

    Tryna get me caught up and

    I don't want nothin

    Nah,

    I don't want none of it

    Oh my gentle lover

    (I thought of a daughter, I saw her)

    I've been gone, and suffering…

    (I already love her, truth be told)

    There's only heartache,

    (don't you know what I've accomplished)

    A simple photograph,

    Alas,

    Another paragraph

    (I saw you)

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    30 min
  • IRONY.

    JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER has been kidnapped—

    He's like 50 years old.

    He's been dad-napped.

    —by the MOB.

    The MOB?!

    He's into some dark shit.

    Wait, he is?!

    In this series.

    He has been tied to a chair, which sits under a single spotlight in a crabby, dark room in NEW JERSEY.

    Ew, New Jersey.

    JIMMY THE MOBSTER

    Hi, Jimmy—

    JIMMY

    —uh—hello.

    I'm Jimmy.

    Oh, that's ironic.

    I'm gonna kill you, Jimmy.

    GOD

    If I give you a serious role, how are you gonna handle it,

    JIMMY FALLON

    like a pro.

    GOD

    don't lie to me, Jimmy.



    JIMMY FALLON

    What?! I'm not!

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    47 min
  • nevermind.

    Deb's A Ghost.

    ‘Dissociation is used as a defense to protect a person from overwhelming pain and trauma. It is a natural ability of the brain. Hypnosis or hypnotic trance is a form of dissociation. There are a number of types of dissociation: amnesia, somnambulistic states, localized paralyses, anaesthesias, and hallucinations. Hypnosis can reproduce all of these dissociative states. The mind naturally hypnotizes itself under various conditions

    Hypnosis is a valuable tool to move the mind to different neurophysiological states and to get the mind to different levels of the subconscious mind. Hypnosis can also play a role in working around amnesia, since both are types of dissociation. Hyperventilation helps a person induct into a hypnotic trance. Torture, depersonalization, fear and acute anxiety stimulate the body to hyperventilate.

    Common objects in a person's life that can be hypnotically given a programming meaning include music, tones, colors, the sight of a book or Bible, the pyramid on the back of a dollar bill, pictures of God, silk scarfs, jewelry, lights,

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    sounds, TV programs, and countless other things. The limit to this is simply the programmer's creativity.

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    34 min
  • INTERSECT.

    Sell/pawn mixer

    Do laundry

    With soap

    And bleach

    Get website up and running

    Print posters, more business cards

    Do something decent with my hair

    New clothes, maybe?

    lol nvm that's not enough…

    It's good coffee.

    As I promised

    Promises are often broken

    Sounds like poetry.

    You wrote it.

    *sighs heavily*

    C'cxell—

    Johnny.

    I'm going to need you to do something for me.

    But I've already done so much.

    This is important.

    [she senses his sencerity and seriousness]

    Oh. Johnny Depp is in this.

    Of course he is.

    What is it?

    Wake up.

    …wake up what?

    You are in a very deep state of sleep, CC.

    *sighs deeply*

    I know that.

    [beat]

    Because that's where you are.

    Wake up, please

    This is lucidity, Johnny — I dream as I please.

    I we planning on running,

    It's funny,

    But honestly

    Stop following me

    It's not fun anymore

    Fame is just gang stalking

    When you got no moneys

    And nobody to hold you

    Nothing to show for

    The shows that you're not booking

    And stop looking st apartments

    We got you

    Right we're we want you:

    Homeless!

    I don't like running—

    The fights coming

    Flights of states

    Or staring at nothing

    Just blaring my song

    I like my body

    But love Sonny or something

    So I fake status

    And wear glasses

    And make passes as women,

    Like I'm into em or something,

    But sorry,

    I'm a woman

    Or at least,

    I was supposed to be

    Supposedly I have another appointment

    If I show up early

    Maybe it could belong to me

    I'm only worried about the ground floor

    Cause loud motorists seem to follow me

    And my synesthesia

    Trying to end me

    I don't feel good at all

    Wish I didn't feel anything actually

    Wish I could end the simulation

    And every other theory that called me a monkey

    I evolved from aliens—an extraterrestrial

    Celestial from the wreckage of a comet and a monster at the start of the first Star Wars

    I got stories, but in New York

    You gotta pay for em

    I like Murray hill

    But of course it's on the 4th floor

    Right where I belong

    In a psyche ward

    Cause I can't afford nothin the world wants

    And I'm done for

    Not too long ago all I wanted was an apartment and a surfboard

    Now I'm stuck in a rut in my country on the wrong side of the race war in world war 4

    Cause the third was so under the rug

    You missed it with your mask on

    And vax cards

    You think that's hard ?

    I get carded are bars

    And I'm 30

    The top 40s the

    120 and under club

    Mid twenties

    If this is your niche

    I'm not in your clique

    I should get running

    But honestly I'm awful

    I hate weekends

    I haven't been working

    And everything dirty

    Can't find a worth in the world

    I just want money or nothing

    Cause nothing is better than

    Nothing and nothing

    Nothing and nothing

    And nothing

    Nothing

    I'm not sorry

    I'll stop at the pawn shop and sell you my soul for a couple of dollars

    So I can do laundry

    You ducking con

    I'm fuckin gone in the morning but don't worry

    I'll keep working and thinking I'm lucky

    And clicking and liking and scrolling

    And biking through the city on my bite size salary

    Counting my calories until a Valerie can validate me maybe

    But she hates me cause she's Asian or Caucasian

    And there's a orvking order to this things

    And I'm the worst

    Cause I'm black, but I'm not funny or kissing up to somebody m or mixed enough to make me pretty,

    So really the world is shitty

    And I'm invisible to millionaires and heiresss

    Who charish this

    But only if I change my name to Becky

    Honestly I hate this gym,

    But it's maintaining

    The illusion of my movement into

    Elitism

    Just please kill me

    Competing isn't for me

    And the whole thing is a dick measurement

    If my clitoris is big enough

    I guess I could compete in the special Olympics

    If science is physics

    It's as lost to me as mathematics is

    I'm just an addict

    Let the sabotage begin

    The comparison of the Kerr t light skinned

    Pinned against the shitty misfit

    Fuck it then

    I should move closer to Brooklyn bridge

    “I only need this for 5 minutes”

    Now I'm in love with two apartments

    One has a washer dryer but it's at the bottom

    The other had a line before I even got there,

    But I saw the studio apartment had a bathroom

    And I loved that;

    I could look at it like this—

    One is Dillon,

    The other's Sonny

    I'd take either of em honestly

    But might not be good enough for either of them,

    What a conundrum in a thunsderstorm

    And winter's comin up

    Nobody loves me

    And I got nowhere to live, huh

    The laundry's in the bottom of it—

    Of the street level,

    I repeat

    My synesthesias killing me

    But so are these

    Bad genes

    And she's pretty

    From NC—

    The most racist place I've ever been

    But not seen

    The whole country's got it like a desiese

    Even me

    It's contagious as covid 19

    With no vaccine

    You can't always get what you want

    But you get what you need

    And I need out of queens

    I'm fine working—

    But you gotta pay the transportation fees

    (And feed me )

    Do you really love him?

    He whispered in my head

    I said,

    I love music—

    So really what's the difference.

    What's the difference in a passion and an occupation, anyway

    Well, honestly,

    I'll look the other way if you can answer that

    As quickly as I asked

    I'm just attracted to magnets

    And man with bad habits

    I'd cut off my left leg

    Just to be less than 120

    For Sonny

    And really,

    I'd bleach my hair eyes and skin

    Over and over again

    Just to be close to Dillon

    And for Joel

    A whole not a nothin

    By the time I got to him

    I had to end and sever my connection to the infinite

    And get into the rhythm of the menacing to women coalition

    Also known as

    DJs A -Z

    And everybody in the music scene

    But hey, if I cop a body

    Without rising to stardom

    So that anyone would want me,

    I'll be standing in the VIP dancing badly and offbeat which you won't notice

    Cause I'm wearing pasties and a bikini

    And you're dreaming of being in me

    As your sets beginning and ending

    And if I'm blonde and hot enough

    As smart as I am

    We'll elope in a private ceremony

    Then throw a party grandiose

    For our closest friends and enemies

    Cause either is probably concentric

    Meaning

    It's as good as it gets, once it gets there,

    Over when it's over and

    —I forget what I had drifted into, anyway, but something like

    It ends when it it ends

    And we're rich and famous

    So what's the difference

    We'll have a few kids and

    Prep them in the media for competition

    With the kardashians

    And after all that,

    You'll dump me for a model half my age

    And with less complexion and complexity

    And I'm back to the attic or basement

    Wherever the music is,

    Confused and using the muse that I need jest started with

    The occultus technology

    Or just the occult,

    Superstardom's hard,

    —but I don't even have a car, God



    Hey,

    I don't hate you cause you're white!

    I hate you cause the guys I like

    Like you!

    Maybe that's my karma,

    Cause if I was a dude,

    I'd see me and be like “ew”

    There are too few humans

    Unconsumed by the zoom movement—

    Which reminds me,

    Imm trying to do it, too

    Maybe take an interview in the bathroom

    Had to be in Manhattan by two

    The studio has two rooms—

    A studio and a studio—

    Cool, huh

    I'll sleep in the living room,

    And that's where I make music,

    And use the bathroom.

    Whatever feels right to you

    But nothing feels right—

    I'm in a bad mood

    My skin isn't light

    And my mind ain't right

    I'm a bad dude

    I need food,

    But shouldn't eat sugar

    Or cookies:

    Look at me—

    I'm hideous, aren't I?

    Never the wiser

    Imm only behind her by a mile or 5

    But that's Eliza, for you.

    Keep your eyes off the white guys,

    And try harder

    But why lie I'm a flight risk

    A fighter

    A fire starter

    And I can sleep on the floor for a while

    At least I don't have to hide my eyes when

    This light skin strides in when

    I was just in my alignment

    Lost track of the time and tried to figure

    Why my figure's so wide when

    Guys I like like then

    And black guys give smiles and throw tantrums at the same time

    But I don't mind it

    That's how my son gets

    Envious,

    I belong to the world,

    And not him

    Now I'm just short of a mile

    And missing a child

    But imm in the system

    Why drag him in?

    He's a light skin with nice eyes

    And inherited violence

    Let's hope it skips a generation

    Cause if I die, and he hits his wife

    Then I failed to break the cycle

    But his dad is right

    I'm a psycho

    High on my throne

    Imm an idol

    But when I'm low

    I'm just homeless

    With no hope

    Call it bi-polar but

    I don't know her

    But if I did

    I'd probably owe her a dollar

    Move over psychology

    Welcome to poverty and policy reform

    With no consideration for the slaves and ingigenous

    —they're trapping us

    But I tapped in to the grand aceme of things

    And shifted my perception into prosperous

    My eye on the dollar I trust,

    Cause it sees all of us

    All we are

    Lalalala

    Hahaha

    I'm just getting started

    I think I might build a whole world up

    Just to demolish it

    When does college start?

    I wanna be a doctor,

    Not a starving artist looking at

    awhile foods market

    Like a hungry dog

    With under covers watching

    Imm just trying to survive, man

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    -Ū.




    23 min
  • RANDOM.

    Happy Accidents

    Uptown A



    Had it on once,

    In the background

    Of a Netflix

    Free trial

    Or charged to someone else's account

    (maybe annie?)

    As I came down off

    Adderall,

    Had a bag of bugles,

    and a Pizza

    Totinos, Dijorno,

    I don't know, but

    ‘Yo'

    This hits harder and stronger

    than starr does

    Iciocrazy live on every train and bus

    CAR!

    —cross.

    “START WITH STREET EASY

    THIS IS THE WORST

    gAME

    EvERRRRRRRR.

    How to tell you're in an abusive relationship–and how to leave.

    ALRIGHT, FUCK MANHATTAN. FUCK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS–

    [Meanwhile, back in the hood]

    NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

    GUH.

    Step 1: Walk away.

    WHERE'S THE TRAIN.

    Fuckthisplace.

    WHERESTHETRAAAAAAAAAIn.

    Meanwhile:

    Theory 1: My roommate is personally hired by StreetEasy to make me so uncomfortable I give myself mental illness looking for an apartment.

    ooh.

    Theory 02:

    Wait, that's my great great Grandmother.

    Great-great-great–

    Greeeeat.

    Grandmother.

    Oh. THat's.

    Don't mind me,

    I'm cringey, i”m creepin

    I'm weak in the knees and

    Honestly, forgot what i'm looking for

    Just staring off into space

    –Just had my mind blown

    By the Illuminati

    I forgot,

    That wasn't me.

    But

    HARVEY

    Survey Says:

    Surveillance sees everything.



    “The Rich Motherfuckers”

    Well, the ball's in our court now.

    All the balls are in all the courts are ours .

    It's an expression.

    I let manhattan mess with my head again

    Should have never tried to be a resident

    Or run for president

    Whatever i said;

    I should just shut up and take my medicine

    My medicine

    My–

    For the most part

    I'm just a monkey with no head

    And a banana tucked under my arm

    Riding my skateboard

    While the weather is still warm, so

    Moving forward





    [working title]

    How long is this gonna take?

    YOu thnk thi is awful, just wait till you

    Fuck it

    Nevermind.




    “The impenetrable Ten”

    Kristen Whig (Wiig?)

    Really I'm in?!

    Wait, or–was that it.

    I don't think so

    *undeo*

    IT was

    Dammit. What's her name.

    We'll get back to it.

    Are you serious.

    TIna Fey!

    YES! I knew it.

    Maya Rudolph

    NIce.

    Bala veda vanilla blueberry cordyceps!

    Matcha pineapple!




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    -Ū.




    23 min
  • PEACE.

    Ku, look both ways before crossing the street.

    What's “the street”

    [A SEMI TRUCK BARRELS AT FULL SPEED TOWARDS KU, nearly striking her—KA intervenes.]

    WHAT WAS THAT.



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    41 min
  • PEACE.

    Ku, look both ways before crossing the street.

    What's “the street”

    [A SEMI TRUCK BARRELS AT FULL SPEED TOWARDS KU, nearly striking her—KA intervenes.]

    WHAT WAS THAT.



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    41 min
  • CHICKEN SOUP.

    —and we're back!

    Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!

    Come on! What's my name?

    Zoolander!

    No, my actual name—

    ZOOLANDER.



    —-

    Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.

    What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!

    *creepy fangirl high school musical alter—

    Ahem.

    Not this much.

    Don't check the—

    ILLUMINA—

    Fuck that

    My phone makes calls with the

    Cellular turned off now

    How about that

    Damn

    You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.

    *squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.

    *sipping liquor* she is evil.

    “My Imaginary Friend”

    In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time

    Shit.



    The counter attack

    Mover the counter attack

    Over the hill and into your memory

    Simple the end of the template

    For temple, stuff from resentment

    Impractical actually contracted

    False flagged, black balled and gagged

    Black box, canticles

    Catnip for facts,

    Obstacles,

    Abstract acid fasts

    Fantastic, fur tan lines

    And so futuristic for fans

    Scripted, this entry is

    Limited, click bait resentments

    Jesus is—

    Fanstastic, actually

    Magic tricks vs imagination

    Instagram, leave it to the




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    -Ū.









    35 min
  • BAD THINGS.

    They said,

    “He walked on water—

    What are you gonna do to top that?”

    My remarks were,

    “Talk to God often,

    Openly—

    And when God talks back,

    With my hands,

    I'll turn it in to art form,

    Amen”

    Go on, then,

    They all said

    So I walk alone now,

    And when I talk, always

    It's to God, only



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    -U.

    29 min
  • ID 1 [Happy Accidents]

    ID 1

    'stop that, it breaks.' [working title]

    Happy Accidents ft. -Ū.

    The Complex Collective © BMG Recordings 2024

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    7 min

About The Secret Life Of Sunnï Blū

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An accidentally androgynous artist rises to extreme fame and fortune after being mistaken for a male--after a multimillion dollar record deal, multiple film and TV contracts, and a worldwide tour is arranged, s/he is forced to remain in her male identity--and though technically a non-bianary female, must navigate carefully through the public eye through the test of worldwide fame and superstardom, hiding their secret life with the help of their Manager Morgan- along the way intertwining within the infinite multiverse with the strange, zany, and sometimes even wild characters of the celebrity world--and other fantastical worlds unknown.