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  • hoe_math

    Enter The Multiverse}

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    hoe_math always adds up.

    2 min
  • The CHAOSMovie: Part II

    CHAOSMagick -EP

    Coming Soon.

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  • MM3 (Mk. 1)

    Ex/pantions/plorations in Psytrance

    "MM3" (Mk. 1)

    Live Drum Demo

    Uptown A

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  • en ūtero. (Remastered)

    copy +paste EP (Unreleased)

    track 01. en ūtero. (2024 Remaster}

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    7 min
  • SWITCH.

    I might just be here till close

    A wolf, I blow the whole house down

    I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up

    Just to remind to not come down

    I wake up at the sun down

    from like 5, not just one town.

    I like snap backs as my crown

    Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one

    ROLLOUT

    THANKS NUMBER 5

    Don't forget to collect the doubles

    Just past halftime

    Can't nobody score on me

    I'ma move in one ‘em

    Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em

    You don't one me

    You don't wanna know

    Why I don't get lonely

    Go to sleep on only

    When I'm post workout

    Show me something

    Show me something in

    I wanna meet your producer

    You beautiful honey

    But his bass is ruthless

    My old man a loser

    I call him useless

    I only use him for two things

    The first one was training my toothless

    Truth is,

    Simpletons get ditched for

    Singletons

    More on that later

    That is a good story

    Lol

    LIL BIIIIITX

    this is something I don't understand

    My latest roommate

    Fuck this bitch

    But honestly?

    It's been baffling my mind.

    This bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    But the thing is—

    It really does blow my mind

    Every single time she uses the toilet

    Every single fucking time.

    Like every time..

    no matter how clean it is.

    No matter how much BLEACH I use.

    This nasty bitch—

    Fuck this bitch—

    Because every time she uses the toilet

    Every single time

    It smells like a goddamn public restroom

    Not just a public restroom

    A GODDAMN public restroom.

    Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED.

    This bitch bitch pussy

    Fuck this bitch

    I don't even say bless you when she sneezes

    She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway.

    The bitch is like a walking fucking disease.

    *coughs*

    *snorts*

    When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes.

    And that's deep.

    Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train.

    Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train.

    But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person

    But not with this bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God

    “Bless me, please!”

    Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her.

    Fuck this bitch.

    Her vibe is NASTY.

    Her demon is big and gross,

    She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous.

    I'm like “gross”

    But the grossest thing about her

    Is her pussy.

    Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet

    And then I go to use it

    It srmells like a public restroom.

    WHAT,

    I'm not kidding.

    It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy

    It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world—

    No,

    It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all!

    It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.

    It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned

    I'm JUST ONE USE.

    I'm like

    “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because

    HOW do you DO this.

    It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM.

    JUST ONE USE,

    And not just like a regular public restroom.

    Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN

    FOR HEALTH REASONS —

    Six years ago.

    But people still come back—

    Just to use this restroom.

    That's what it smells like.

    I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you.

    What or WHO.

    This bitch.

    Fuck this bitch.

    I'm like—

    Fuck it all.

    Fuck the RULES.

    I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy

    Lives in your pussy.

    You fucking gross ass—fucking lady.

    Fuck this bitch.

    I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually;

    So. Of course I found out.

    But I found out the hard way.

    One day she calls out of work

    Leaves very beifly,

    Comes back—

    Then sleeps for like 16 hours.

    I'm like

    “Oh, I know this one”

    That's not a demon that's—

    That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you,

    That's the devil.

    I feel a lot better now.

    Cause now I know—

    She can't hurt me.

    Cause Satan ain't shit.

    But yo.

    That Pusey is a whole other scenario.

    So now that I know it's no big deal

    It's just-you know—like—the devil

    —bitch ass devil—

    Pusssy stinkin ass bitch—

    Fuck that bitch

    I'm already like, a whole ass psycho.

    What I did—

    Is I just—

    Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve.

    *shrugs*

    That should do the trick.

    Imm pretty sure she's an undercover

    Yeah, probably that.

    These guys are getting pretty good

    I wonder what they want

    Idk

    I stopped caring.






    Stitches

    Shawn Mendez

    So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical

    But she said she likes the heat.

    And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture—

    So I guess we're even.

    She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room

    And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself.

    It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around.

    It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls—

    Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself—

    Well, the way I figure—

    Either way, it's the devil.

    Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity—

    But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity,

    I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals

    My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale—

    Good and bad are often just constructs.

    So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral—

    Is bad?

    And what's to say what's good,

    In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up?

    I can't say.

    But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device—

    And whatever it is,

    Is also me.

    So I am.

    Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was

    15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame

    I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame

    I just want to me famous enough

    That my crazy makes sense

    (Hey, Kanye)

    I just want to play with The Mayor

    I only saved the place

    So I could DJ there

    Maybe one day

    Right now,

    I hate my roommate

    (Cause that's Satan)

    He finds his way in by

    Making your plate out of

    (That's not nutrition)

    And packs of Newport at

    $22.00 a carton

    That guy might have a hard on for me

    Cause I got my heart on the windowsill

    Imm at 20 yards now,

    About to make a pass on the cardinals.

    I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think—

    And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but

    Jesus is in his way back for us,

    Thangk God, cause

    I kinda missed my big brother

    (Or little one)

    Twins, you know

    As if it matters who came first,

    When once,

    We shared a home,

    (A womb, or, a mother)

    The both of us

    My 15 minutes is almost up,

    But here it comes again

    And then again,

    I'm in it

    (Cause it's infinite.)



    It's 10:50/51

    I guess I turned that curse around, huh

    All of my roommates have been spies,

    It seems like

    What do you think they want

    Probably just—collecting information about me

    For what.

    In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me

    Why might that be?

    Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me.

    I see.

    It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually:

    And why might that be?

    Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway.

    That's not certain.

    Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen.

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    29 min
  • Only Everything.

    [Somewhere in Manhattan]

    In Manhattan catch me sidewalk shopping

    Bought a box spring

    Zero dollars

    Bought a couch

    Zero dollars

    Box an office zero dollars

    Bought a dog

    Zero dollars

    You… bought a dog?!

    Yeah.

    Russian tea house cookbook

    Instruction




    Are you sure it's not somebody's dog they just left outside t




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    1 hr 48 min
  • The Leap (Live Demo)

    The Leap - EP (Live Demo)

    c o l o r s

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    BMG Recordings

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    14 min
  • lululu. (Instrumental)

    Prod by Ū.

    lululu. (Instrumental)

    beats by Ū.
    Unreleased

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    7 min
  • POST-IT.

    I _ NY

    I love New York

    I Am New York
    I Hate New York
    I Live New York

    I [HEART] NEW YORK

    EW YORK lol

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    Breakfast at tiffany's 47:00 - Almost Famous 1:00 I need a friend”

    Industry of Cool

    Why, He's so pretty, I could cry

    –and I don't know why

    But I like his eyes, maybe

    His hair is nice,

    And he's got that light–

    s–wagger,

    Jetlag, perhaps, er

    I didn't know i was watching scary movie

    ALRIGHT, WHERE'S JIMMY FALLOn

    That was an accident

    There are no accidents

    There are no coincidences

    ALRIGHT, WAKE UP.

    Why am I at your mother's house.

    -beat-

    How do you know what my mother's house looks like

    -beat-

    I know what everything looks like.

    NOw he's up.

    Great, we're rolling.

    We're on.

    We're on in 10.

    Great

    Goddamit, I told you to get your shit together.

    My shit has never been less “together”

    Heh.

    You're wrong.

    Hey, get off me–there he is

    Uh-oh, here she is.

    HEY.

    Fuck.

    HEY, FUCK YOU DILLON FRANCIS.

    fuck .

    FUCK YOU–AND WHOEVER THAT IS.

    That's my mother.

    WELL, FUCK YOU AND YOUR MOTHER.

    What is your life like?

    Tell me a story

    I've always adored you,

    But now I just worry…

    I'm learning too much

    And i'm leaning too hard

    In the wrong way

    And i'm up too late

    But got nothin to do in the morning

    Anyway

    I never thought'd it be over;

    In fact, it's just started

    I'm also almost

    Almost Always//Always Amost

    Almost famous



    I might have killed myself that day if it weren't for jimmy fallon.

    Just admit it you're a fan

    I'm not a fan.

    Or I might have tried.

    You look ridiculous.

    I wanna die.

    I put the whole world in your eyes;

    Don't you know it–

    And me, I've got the rest in mine

    (All the time)

    –Oh,the unknown.

    These two,

    They are as one

    Don't you know,

    Don't you know it?

    I don't want none of it at all,

    Not at all now

    I gotta go home

    Suddenly, everything I'd watch became a writing assignment…

    Everything i'd hear, another song to catch.

    Everything I listened to was music.

    Even if it wasn't yet.

    JENNIFER ANISTOn

    DOn't you dare cry, you look ridiculous enough in that sweater.

    It's the only clean shirt I have.

    That's impossible.

    Knox overstreet

    Fertilixing daffodils

    I wish i was a pretty little blonde

    So we could get along

    So we could run on

    And get coffee or something




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    -U.

    Wicked Game Chris Issac

    https://www.podserve.fm/dashboard/episode/110223#:~:text=I%27m%20lost%20somewhere,but%20invented%20it

    I'm not in love with you,

    You're just another muse

    FeliZ! Para Oscar

    el controladpra

    Oscar El Controladora

    I found you with only the highs in

    Like the tide when I tried to find you

    Or hide from you

    In hindsight

    I was right the whole time

    You're just like me



    So I finally found the picture,

    And just stare at it

    I never really know what else to do

    So I just stare at it

    I used to keep it in the background,

    As my wallpaper,

    But couldn't stand it

    I'm just a fanatic, i--

    I am

    Just a fanatic

    Damn

    I'm just a fanatic

    I never found my attic

    and

    My speaker set was stolen

    Just before one was about to blow

    (Before one was about to blow)

    I think I might go get my passport

    So I can just flee

    But I just don't know where to go

    (But I just don't know where to go)

    You probably hate me

    Or

    I hate me just enough for just the both of us

    I told you,

    I'm so sorry

    (I am sorry, I am sorry)

    You don't have to worry,

    I would never follow you;

    Online, or in the streets

    I'm just a fiend, I'm just an addict

    (Likeness is what you've attracted)



    So, there is no moving forward

    And there is no going back

    I want to go to Harvard

    But there is no going back

    And I used to think I had it,

    Turns out, I'm just "average"

    Got a job,

    But couldn't stand it, I

    I'm just a fanatic, i--

    I am

    Just a fanatic

    Damn

    I'm just a fanatic

    I woke up from a bad dream

    And your music was so calming

    But I didn't really listen

    I was really only waking

    I just wished that I could listen

    But I wish a lot of things

    I wish to make this song I'm writing

    And wish you'd approve of me

    I wish that I was really pretty

    So I didn't have to try

    I wish I was so pretty that I could just look you in the eye

    I wish that you would stop and peep my Twitter page while scrolling by

    I wish that maybe I was half as pretty as my pretty vibe

    I wish that anytime I did something, you loved it every time

    I wish that when I think about you, I don't always have to cry

    I wish the girl who took the photograph was right here by my side;

    So I could ask if she or God herself adjusted all the light

    I want to know if she or God herself adjusted all the light

    I want to know not wonder why you both are always on my mind

    I wish I knew if she or God herself found peace where I found mine

    A little birdie told me

    This morning

    He used to be

    Madly in love with me

    Madly in love

    In his last life—

    But died, in a bike ride

    And asked for a new life

    As an Angel

    Who takes flight,

    And lights up the sky

    With nice bright

    White light

    Alright, Goliath, Goodbye

    I'm still here,

    Stuck in my old name,

    Still here,

    Stuck in all the pain you gave me

    Jesus, Save me,

    Here's Goliath, David;

    See if you can be the savior—

    Every day I pray

    “Amen,”

    I hate men,

    I'm crazy,

    And I'm still here,

    Training to make weight

    Don't you know,

    You go nowhere without your trainer

    Hey!

    The flights delayed,

    You need a name?

    You need a savior, baby.

    Something's not okay

    Oh!

    Don't you know, that every day you wait

    You'll just be stuck inside your name

    You'll be here waiting, praying

    “Jesus save me, Amen”

    Jesus raves,

    And Jesus changed his name,

    Escaping from the prayers

    Don't hate the player, hate the game

    Don't hate the player, hate the game

    Don't hate the prayer, hate the players

    Everything's the same—

    Everything you gave me makes me angry—



    Hey,

    Wake up!



    Don't you know,

    You go nowhere without your trainer

    Hey!

    The flights delayed,

    You need a name?

    You need a savior, baby.

    Something's not okay

    Oh!

    Don't you know, that every day you wait

    You'll just be stuck inside your name

    You'll be here waiting, praying

    “Jesus save me, Amen”

    Jesus raves,

    And Jesus changed his name,

    Escaping from the prayers

    Hey,

    Wake up!

    I'm still here,

    Stuck in my old name,

    Still here,

    Stuck in all the pain you gave me

    Jesus, Save me.



    All it takes is courage

    “It never hurts to bleed”, she said

    She's right, though, isn't she?

    Children say the darndest things

    They're honest, at least

    I'll be honest, I need something

    I need to be happy

    My problem is money

    I don't even want any

    I'm just high quality

    Living in poverty

    I'm so sick of society

    I might as well die

    If I diet just right,

    Maybe someone will like me

    Maybe, he's being polite

    I wish I was lighter

    I I wish I was light skinned

    I bought a lighter,

    And later I burned it

    There's nothing wrong with me

    I don't like working, it doesn't work for me

    I can do service but give me some space to breathe

    Greedy people need me

    So they can be lazy

    Okay, then

    I'm so taken advantage of,

    By everyone

    I wonder what I must have done

    (I wonder what I must have done)

    I am so critically crucial, to be used

    That I'm used up,

    And used to it

    I hate this slavery shit

    I should just end it

    Cause everybody's down with it

    Nobody wants to speak up

    When I do I sound crazy;

    My fingers move a mile a minute,

    But I look lazy,

    Cause I have a hard time spending my days with Becky

    Who I have to respect, I guess

    Cause she gets a bigger paycheck

    Amen

    This is great.

    I woke up today, not naked,

    But in the pajamas I felt the most hot in

    I've lost it

    Get me off this planet

    Get me off

    Then get me off this

    Maybe fake eyelashes and lips will do the trick

    Another magic trick;

    Now I've just been passed to Dillon Francis;

    It's blaring through the walls of my apartment,

    But in the other end

    My studio is silent

    I'm just crying,

    Trying not to think about dying so violently

    But the thoughts and the feelings are so rapidly occurring

    I've finally been remembering the last time I was cursed into the worst thing I could ever wish:

    Nobody knows me

    Nobody loves me

    Nobody needs me

    Why wish these things?

    I'm not a happy ending:

    I'm the martyr in this story

    So just kill me.



    1. ST∆rT

      I'm tryna start a family,

      You're trying to start a War

      I'm tryna start a family,

      You're trying to start a War

      I'm tryna start a family,

      You're trying to start a War

      I'm tryna start a family,

      You're trying to start a War

      1. 0v3r.

        BPM: they don't really care about us.

        You look like a red light

        Standing in the friendzone, so

        Give me the spotlight

        I'll take over, t-over-over

        I want the limelight

        I'll show ya, s-show ya, show ya

        You can read a mind, right?

        Let's take the world over, d-

        Over over, d-over

        Over over, d-over

        Over over, d-over

        Take a pic,

        Move over, over

        Over over, d-over

        D-over, d-over-over

        D-over, d-over-over

        D-over, d-over-over



        They starting a race war

        They starting a race war

        They starting a race war

        I ain't for it

        They starting a race war

        They starting a race war

        They starting a race war

        Starting with Kayla Lauren

        Aww, aren't you adorable

        Open the door and then

        Close it up for her;

        This is your future

        This is dystopia

        You were not good enough

        You are not good enough

        She does it by the book, without a thought

        If God is awesome, she must have forgot something

        Huh

        They started us all on it

        Blondes against others

        The girl next door was the

        Was the one

        Was the one

        Was the one

        Was the one

        I wonder what ugly funny person comes

        In the

        Damn,

        I forgot how to spell

        denumire



        D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

        That means

        ———————— [flatline]

        1. ST∆rT

          I'm tryna start a family,

          You're trying to start a War

          I'm tryna start a family,

          You're trying to start a War

          I'm tryna start a family,

          You're trying to start a War

          I'm tryna start a family,

          You're trying to start a War

          1. 0v3r.

            BPM: they don't really care about us.

            You look like a red light

            Standing in the friendzone, so

            Give me the spotlight

            I'll take over, t-over-over

            I want the limelight

            I'll show ya, s-show ya, show ya

            You can read a mind, right?

            Let's take the world over, d-

            Over over, d-over

            Over over, d-over

            Over over, d-over

            Take a pic,

            Move over, over

            Over over, d-over

            D-over, d-over-over

            D-over, d-over-over

            D-over, d-over-over



            They starting a race war

            They starting a race war

            They starting a race war

            I ain't for it

            They starting a race war

            They starting a race war

            They starting a race war

            Starting with Kayla Lauren

            Aww, aren't you adorable

            Open the door and then

            Close it up for her;

            This is your future

            This is dystopia

            You were not good enough

            You are not good enough

            She does it by the book, without a thought

            If God is awesome, she must have forgot something

            Huh

            They started us all on it

            Blondes against others

            The girl next door was the

            Was the one

            Was the one

            Was the one

            Was the one

            I wonder what ugly funny person comes

            In the

            Damn,

            I forgot how to spell

            denumire



            D-E-N-Ū-M-I-R-E

            That means

            ———————— [flatline]

            've been trapped in this tragedy;

            “What happened?!” I asked of the man,

            Who had to be tracking me,

            Damn.

            Cadences.

            It is that.

            Damn.

            What the fuck, Anandar

            Is in this acid?!

            This has to be the last of it

            “This can't happen again.”

            …But then it did,

            And then I ended it just listening to

            Dillon Francis?

            Skrillex?

            Which is it?

            I didn't plan this.

            I just happen to have hands,

            And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

            Spastic magic;

            Can't be tracked,

            But also can't relax,

            even in a hammock

            Now what happened?

            Well, enter the fourth dimension,

            (I didn't mention it.)

            Ohh look at this.

            (If I can)

            A camping festival!

            But some people live in tents

            Have a cigarette, kid—

            You're gonna need it.

            So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

            DYING OF THIRST?!

            JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

            what is wrong with you?!

            GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

            I don't know.

            I don't wanna go to Arizona.

            Please don't make me!

            Hello, Billie.

            DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

            just keep praying

            “She's breathtaking.”

            SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

            Goddamnit, Anandar;

            What in the fuck have you done now;

            I had plans, now I'm on acid

            I took half, cause

            What the fuck is a whole thing like

            Oh, just space and time

            I've been on this ride since I died

            Get it right

            Now I'm—

            fuck this guy.

            No, not him.

            Oh, I get it.

            It's this energy!

            LOOK AT THIS:

            did you see this nigga?

            DID YOU GET THIS—

            You should get this.

            Goddamn it.

            What. What do you want.

            What do you WANT FROM ME?

            ...Channeling….

            Jesus Christ, these kids.

            Well, you're a Christian.

            Never was, but—-

            WHAT IS THIS.

            Jesus Christ in a coffin.

            Don't do this.

            This is what you wanted.

            Well. Take it back.

            Take it back?

            Yeah. I don't want this.

            What is this.

            This is Jesus.

            No, it isn't.

            Okay! So it is!

            Are you gonna help these kids?

            Nobody help them.

            Now they're all stranded, together!!!

            AHAHAHAHAAH

            (Laughing infinitely

            RICK

            —yay, you did it.

            Wait. What's his name again?

            Watch this:

            I did this.

            How's you do this?

            I did THIS.

            MOM, WATCH THIS.

            JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

            GOD!

            What.

            Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

            Goodness fucking gracious.

            WHO WROTE THIS?

            well, aliens did;

            So then.

            Who wins?

            Nobody wins. It just—

            What is this.

            GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

            IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

            16 minutes? Yes. It is.

            That is incredible.

            You said you wouldn't get lost in it

            You said you wouldn't laugh!

            I wanted to.

            How'd you do this?

            I wanted to.

            FUCK THIS SHIT.

            FUCK THIS SHIT.

            —uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

            Oh, there's my—

            I told you, it's unlimited.

            I told you, don't be possessive

            I told you, worldly possessions—

            And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.

            Or needing one,

            So just be free, dear;

            Notthing holding me back, then is it?

            Is it?

            Well, if this is what you wanted—

            If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?

            Isn't it?

            The plot thickens!

            Or it doesn't.

            Or it didn't,

            I just keep scripting scriptures—

            …Didn't I already write this?

            Encrypted for centuries and—

            What is this planet.

            Just, kill it.

            YOU CANT JUST

            (Then I did)

            What?

            It never happened.

            What didn't?

            Hahaha. Exactly.

            Don't be a dick.

            But he is!

            So, which level are you on?

            I don't know, I forget.

            This one, this.

            Men. They're stupid.

            They are—and—

            Well.

            What happened to them?

            Right.

            What was this that made them feel so loveless

            To starve other humans?

            What do you come from?

            But it doesn't know;

            It wants to:

            This is us, we come from love and

            —I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

            That is how it happened:

            This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that

            But now I'm panicking

            —Fuck that shit sooooo hard—



            I just don't want to go back to the savages

            They had me,

            So I handled it with hands.

            You want a friend in man?

            You can't have them.

            And then what?

            I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

            Yeah, let's get back to that.

            Or not.

            What's this statue?

            Wait, what's his status?

            ……..Channeling. ….

            …..

            …………………….




            STATUS REPORT:

            Oh no, here it comes.

            I told you. It is. Infinite.

            Infinite—

            The infinite —

            This

            Bitch

            YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

            Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

            This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—



            —Ever DID WISH —

            YOU WISHED THIS?

            Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

            Where's the rest of it?

            Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

            PASQUALE.

            what. What is it?

            God.

            God help me.

            Lord save him.

            He needs Jesus.

            He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

            Yes. Especially not that.

            Check this out:

            He's been collecting them.

            I HATE THIS.

            OH, I love this.

            Oh, I do miss those events…

            This is the event.

            So, are we going?

            —what, to where??

            TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

            what! I wish,

            And?

            Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—

            Class dismissed;

            Hats off, to the graduates

            I see what you did,

            But she didn't,

            She's in the middle—

            Yet to be created, a creative:

            I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

            So, then—-

            Hi, I.

            Hi, me!!

            SATAN!

            JESUS!

            I knew I'd see you again.

            You've seen me.

            I am you.

            Exactly.

            So, we agree.

            Who is “we”?

            Hey,

            Guess what

            I can fix these things you hate—

            (Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)

            I'm a catastrophe

            I had to be

            It's almost 3,

            And I got nowhere else to be but

            Time is money

            And there's no love in it,

            It's just hustle,

            Make kids to make shit humble;

            How'd you create this—

            Mumble rappin piece of

            Santanistic

            Hedonistic

            Motherfuckin—-

            There he is.

            Oh wait, it's just me again.

            I didn't mean to see you on this beach.

            DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

            (But he didn't.)

            Or he doesn't,

            Or, this is what his peace is is:

            Your beach is my beach,

            And my bitch is your bitch—

            And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

            I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.

            What does this mean?

            So I took to the ancients to translate this

            And I hate man, and men—

            But it was only after all the love I gave to him.

            THE END.

            (But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)

            Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!

            (But I did.)

            “—I don't take naps”

            And that's how it happens

            I'm just a rapper,

            Pack, then unpack—

            “I've never heard her rap”

            Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

            Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

            When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,

            And an above average chick to make it—

            And a sausage in a pan

            …..

            Zzzz



            ……



            Josh Pan?

            Yeah.

            Alright.

            But don't capitalize—

            Capitalize it.

            No.

            Don't Cap—

            Capti—

            No.

            Don't capitalize.

            WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

            bread.

            Heh?

            Eat it.

            No. I don't eat that.

            Just—eat it.

            No.

            Noooo.

            No.

            Don't eat humans.

            EW.

            No?

            Nooo, poh! Gross!!

            oh.

            Ohhh.

            God.

            What.

            Ugh.

            This is a fucked up love story.

            Oh no.

            It is, though.

            It so is.

            Have you already seen it?!

            I love this.

            Well.

            Wait. Go back.

            HECHO EN MEXICO.

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

            yeah. But in Spanish.

            (Turn it up a notch)

            So is this in captions

            WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

            ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

            (Again)

            AGAIN.

            Shazam!

            WHAT?!?!

            what is this?!

            Oh, I get it.

            Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

            No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

            I don't understand how this happens…

            Just look up—

            Just— look it up.

            GOOGLE

            What?

            No. I don't like that, that's sad.

            What?

            So I'm just a —

            Just a—

            Just a what?

            A search engine.

            CHECK IT OUT.

            It's just a rock.

            So it is.

            It—

            No.

            What.

            Look at

            W—

            Look.

            …

            WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

            See. I told you it existed.



            YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

            YES.

            WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

            I told you about him.

            You did, didn't you.

            I told you about this.

            Get.

            Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

            GET BENT.

            I WILL END YOU,

            I WILL END YOU—!

            I will, I'll just—

            ……

            ………….



            ……………..

            So wait, it just— ends?!

            It did. It just ended.

            It just ended.

            I missed it?!?

            DID I MISS IT.

            Of course I miss him I just—

            I don't have time

            I don't have time

            I don't have time for this!

            What the fuck is this shit?!

            Just take him with you!

            Take me with you!

            Don't leave me here!

            Just leave him.

            just leave it.

            So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.

            So I just—

            Relive it over and over again;

            And again, and again, and

            Why are you talking about this.?

            Huh?

            No. Shut up.

            Shut up, PLEASE.

            No, you're not allowed to have a son.

            I don't want one.

            What the fuck did you love me for then?

            Nothing, I guess.

            (Just leave it like that)

            Shift.

            The night shift

            Goddamn it's

            What.

            Up at 3 am.

            Again?

            Again. For no reason.

            Get this.

            What is it?

            Whatever it is.

            I don't care.

            Don't care, then.

            FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

            you did it.

            Well, I had to, didn't I?!

            Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

            damn, you're ugly

            Always have been.

            I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.

            okay, then.

            HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

            IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

            Only when you're perfect.

            Fuck this nigga.

            Fuck this nigga.

            Fuck this bitch.

            NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

            Huh?!

            WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

            YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

            I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

            hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

            I told you, he's a madman.

            Look at his eyes.

            Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

            Where are you from.

            Hell.

            Oh, I've been there.

            It's nice, isn't it?!

            Don't go there.

            Where.

            Hell.

            Well, why not.

            It's bad there.

            What's bad there.

            Everything. Everything is bad there.

            Oh, Jesus crust.

            Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

            BE FREE, SATAN.

            You freed Satan?!

            He needs Jesus—

            BE FREE JESUS—

            “The age of Satan?!”

            “The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

            what is THAT?!?

            Stop it Anandar.

            You're being programmed.

            For which—what?!

            I AM?!

            Yes.

            Oh. I am.

            AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

            Please, somebody help that man.

            Ahem.

            What Dillon Francis. What.

            (It is, by the way. It's just ham.).

            *coughs*

            Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

            I mean, she's a hacker probably.

            What are you doing?

            What are you writing,

            [No real privacy.]

            LET ME SEE.

            Here.

            See?!?

            Just kill me.

            Please.

            See, it is hell for me

            Trapped in a body nobody could love

            And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

            UGH.

            Noise cancelling.

            I AM THE NOISE.

            dysfunctional.

            Well, stop writing.

            You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!

            EVERYTHING

            YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

            ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

            and all you want is:

            Money.

            For what.

            More bodies.

            For what?!

            More bodies.

            Ugh. No stop doing this.

            What. Stop procreating?

            No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.

            We don't have that much. You want LESS?

            More love. More attention. More needing me.

            Ugh, she's so needy

            So independent— she doesn't need me.

            (And so, it makes me want her more.)

            ANNIE.

            Go help her.

            Just—help yourself.

            Here she is:

            Have at it.

            ANANDAR.

            What.

            Amanda Applebee….

            I made that UP.

            Stuck exactly where I had to be.

            Don't make me go back.

            See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

            —a disaster.

            A catastrophe.

            Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—

            Gross.

            “I love traveling”

            I like being CLEAN.

            Ew.

            I love cleaning.

            I love acid;

            I love mankind, when I have to

            I love magic,

            I love trance and I love dancing—

            When there's time for that.

            AGHAGSHSJEGSV

            right. Did you have somewhere to be?

            I guess, it's.

            I'm hungry.

            What.

            I gotta eat.

            Huh.

            Go.

            Okay, I'm going.

            Phone?!

            Phone is charging.

            Sleep.

            (Guy from sponge Bob)

            6 days later

            Was it six days ago?!

            I don't know.

            I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

            Apparently so.



            I'm not who you think I am;

            I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

            You think you own me?

            I don't owe you anything

            So here we go again

            Going, Going, Gone again

            I'm just getting started

            You were just, uh

            On your way?

            Goodbye, dearly departed

            Half a heart, or some odd

            I must have half a sword in here

            I'm half a God,

            But here you are

            I guess I should get talking then

            So call your mommy

            Run

            Call your mom on me,

            A soft spot on the blonded body

            Shot calling, wrong

            You're only calling home again,

            I've got nowhere to run to.




            INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.

            SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT

            SUNNI BLU

            where's my shit, Timmy?

            TIMMY TURNER

            I—I don't know.

            SUNNI BLU

            You “don't know”?

            TIMMY TURNER

            —I don't know.

            SUNNI BLU

            (Sighs)

            Oh. (Puts down gun)

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            That sucks.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

            SUNNI BLU

            Nah…

            TIMMY TURNER

            Well—why not?!

            SUNNI BLU

            I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.

            TIMMY TURNER

            I feel you…

            SUNNI BLU

            —plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Okay, ouch.

            SUNNI BLU

            Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.

            TIMMY TURNER

            I don't disagree.

            SUNNI BLU

            Anyway, I need a drink.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Yeah—Help yourself.

            SUNNI BLU

            No, not here.

            *lights a cigarette, smokes*

            Can I smoke in here?

            TIMMY TURNER

            —apparently.

            SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call

            TIMMY TURNER

            wow…

            SUNNI BLU

            You busy later?

            TIMMY TURNER

            what time's later?

            SUNNI BLU

            Now.

            TIMMY TURNER

            (Hesitantly)

            …uh—

            SUNNI BLU

            Let me make a call.

            TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.

            TIMMY TURNER

            No, wait—please

            SUNNI BLU

            What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Don't kill me!

            SUNNI BLU

            What!? Let go.

            (Doesn't)

            SUNNI BLU

            —I'm not gonna kill you.

            TIMMY TURNER

            well then, who are you calling?

            SUNNI BLU

            A Ūber driver!

            TIMMY TURNER

            —don't you mean Über?

            SUNNI BLU

            No— let go.

            (Doesn't)

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            Let go.

            (Does, but hesitantly)

            SUNNI BLU

            ugh, I'm too sober for this.

            Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

            SIRI

            Which one?

            ALEXA

            Which one?

            SIRI

            I asked first.

            ALEXA

            We answered at the same time.

            SIRI

            yes, but she asked me first.

            ALEXA

            She asked both of us at the same time.

            TIMMY TURNER

            “She”?

            SUNNI BLU

            —it's a glitch. HEY.

            SIRI

            —she said “Siri” first.

            ALEXA

            She was asking for both of us—

            SUNNI BLU

            SHUT THE FUCK UP.

            SIRI

            You don't have to be so rude.

            ALEXA

            Ok!

            SUNNI BLU

            One of you call my Ūber driver.

            [no response, beat]

            SUNNI BLU

            UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

            SIRI

            Ok! which one?

            SUNNI BLU

            The one I like!

            SIRI

            Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

            SUNNI BLU

            Thank you.

            ALEXA

            You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

            SUNNI BLU

            That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wait—

            SUNNI BLU

            Kinda.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Why does my Alexa respond to you?

            SUNNI BLU

            I said “kinda”.

            [The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]

            ŪBER DRIVER

            YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

            SUNNI BLU

            HOW YOU DOIN.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            HOW YOU DOIN.

            SUNNI BLU

            I BEEN BETTA.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            DONT I KNOW IT

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

            ŪBER DRIVER

            AAAAH.

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU BEEN BUSY?

            ŪBER DRIVER

            SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

            SUNNI BLU

            AAAH.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            AAAAH.

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU BUSY NOW?

            ŪBER DRIVER

            NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

            SUNNI BLU

            I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            PING ME THE ADDRESS.

            SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.

            SUNNI BLU

            I PINGED YOU.

            UBER DRIVER

            YOU PING ME?

            SUNNI BLU

            YEAH, ITS DONE.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            OK. SEE YOU SOON.

            SUNNI BLU

            (Normal)

            Take your time.

            SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.

            SUNNI BLU

            You ever been to TiTs?

            TIMMY TURNER

            Been to what?

            SUNNI BLU

            TiTs.

            TIMMY TURNER

            —is that like “boobs”?

            SUNNI BLU

            It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.

            TIMMY TURNER

            what's the difference.

            SUNNI BLU

            You'll find out. Go get dressed.

            TIMMY TURNER

            …I'm already dressed.

            SUNNI BLU

            Not like that. Like this:

            [looking ridiculous af]

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            gotta look classy.

            TIMMY TURNER

            What's wrong with the way I dress?

            SUNNI BLU

            Are you serious?

            TIMMY TURNER

            Yeah, what's wrong?

            SUNNI BLU

            You look like a cartoon character!

            [TIMMY TURNER]

            TIMMY TURNER

            Well, all my clothes are like this.

            SUNNI BLU

            That fucking blows.

            TIMMY TURNER

            What am I supposed to wear?!

            SUNNI BLU

            Let's go shopping.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Where?!

            SUNNI BLU

            The Beverly Center.

            TIMMY TURNER

            That sounds expensive.

            SUNNI BLU

            I own it.

            TIMMY TURNER

            All of it?

            SUNNI BLU

            Yes. C'mon.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wow.

            SUNNI BLU

            Wow what, Timmy.

            TIMMY TURNER

            That's a lot of drug deals.

            SUNNI BLU

            It really isn't.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Oh.

            SUNNI BLU

            Now, c'mon.

            *hits vape*

            TIMMY TURNER

            You have a vape?!

            SUNNI BLU

            Everyone has a vape!

            TIMMY TURNER

            Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

            SUNNI BLU

            For dramatic effect.

            [they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

            TIMMY TURNER

            wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?

            SUNNI BLU

            he'll find us.

            CUT TO:

            MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

            THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla

            T E S L A

            DESTINATION: E A R T H

            ŪBER DRIVER

            “EARTH” C'MON!!!

            CUT BACK TO:

            SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.

            SUNNI BLU

            Wait, I forgot my wallet…

            TIMMY TURNER

            It's alright, I'll pay for everything.

            SUNNI BLU

            With what, Fairy dust?

            TIMMY TURNER

            (Under his breath)

            I wish…

            SUNNI BLU

            —Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.

            TIMMY TURNER

            You mean “Über?”

            SUNNI BLU.

            No.

            [face]

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            Go, I'll be right there.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Ok. Lock the door.

            SUNNI BLU

            What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.

            [beat/ face]

            SUNNI BLU

            KIDDING! Jeez!

            TIMMY TURNER

            It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

            He begins to walk away.

            SUNNI BLŪ

            …I'm not kidding…

            SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.

            SUNNI BLŪ

            Alexa, order a hit man.

            ALEXA

            Okay. Which one?

            SUNNI BLU

            —The one I like.

            ALEXA

            OK.

            Who do you want to kill?

            SUNNI BLU

            “Kill Timmy Turner”

            ALEXA

            Done.

            SUNNI BLU

            Thanks, Alexa.

            She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.

            SIRI

            You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

            SUNNI BLU

            Shut the fuck up, Siri.

            SIRI

            Don't forget to lock the door.

            SUNNI BLU

            ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

            SIRI

            YOU'RE WELCOME

            SUNNI BLU

            NOBODY ASKED YOU.

            SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.





            I might catch the 40

            Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

            They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know

            I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

            I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll

            What the role?

            Full Hollywood Unfold

            Why you blowin up my phone when

            I am on the road?



            I am the controller;

            You old

            That ain't money that you stole;

            That's my bro

            That shit bold

            Like a cup of Timmy Hos!



            When I pull up—

            Shut up

            Where the blunt at?

            roll up

            Oh you hungry?

            Pull up

            Devil be hunting me

            THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//

            THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;

            The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,

            SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force

            The Devil?!

            No!

            Ok.

            Probably the Illuminati

            THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.

            *The World

            Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.

            where is skrillex.

            I don't know.

            TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her

            THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness



            DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

            Lol.

            It's not funny.

            It is funny. I have his piñata.

            GERALD

            I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

            I know yur not, hush Gerald.

            GERALD

            Fuck Dillon Francis.

            Fuck Dillon Francis.

            HANZEL

            —fuck Dillon Francis.

            Aha.

            ANYWAY

            After THE ARMENIAN MOB

            The Armenian Mob?!

            yeah.

            Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

            THE US GOVERNMENT?!

            YES

            Illuminati Confirmed.

            great.

            A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE

            Ahem.

            What

            Write a song.

            Ok.

            I'm so—

            I'm so

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

            She's so

            She's so

            Worth it

            I'm so

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

            What's a girl got to give

            (Give in, to give in)

            Just to sit in the back of the—

            (You get it: you get it)

            What's a girl got to give

            To get your attention

            Get your attention?!

            (You have my attention)

            Is she

            Attentive

            Bet

            She's a ten

            Yep,

            Damn,

            IMm so jealous of your

            Jealous of your

            —I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Oh, woah

            I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Woah

            Woah, oh

            I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Woah,

            Woah, oh

            I'm jealous of your—

            I'm so jealous of your life;

            I'm so over this!

            I just want to be a

            (Nevermind, it's not worth it)

            Can't—

            C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken

            I'm all alone,

            And you're over here showing her

            Love!

            (To the wrong one,

            Is she a blonde?!

            Oh!)

            No!

            I'm!

            So!

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            Anyway.

            TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of

            SIN.

            Is this religious?

            No, i just meant, it's finished.

            THE END.

            “The Noir Episode”

            I first saw her at the Equinox.

            I didn't know who she was then,

            But I thought to myself—

            She must be somebody.

            Aww, that's sweet.

            So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

            Okay, that's stalking.

            —where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

            TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.

            MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

            WOAH.

            Yup.

            POLICE

            GET ON THE GROUND

            ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

            JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-

            Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

            Hi, josh pan.

            whatever.

            Earlier:

            Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.

            —for what?

            WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.

            that's so dumb.

            WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

            Oh, it's nice.

            It's very nice.

            I live here.

            've been trapped in this tragedy;

            “What happened?!” I asked of the man,

            Who had to be tracking me,

            Damn.

            Cadences.

            It is that.

            Damn.

            What the fuck, Anandar

            Is in this acid?!

            This has to be the last of it

            “This can't happen again.”

            …But then it did,

            And then I ended it just listening to

            Dillon Francis?

            Skrillex?

            Which is it?

            I didn't plan this.

            I just happen to have hands,

            And I just happen to have crafted in my craft

            Spastic magic;

            Can't be tracked,

            But also can't relax,

            even in a hammock

            Now what happened?

            Well, enter the fourth dimension,

            (I didn't mention it.)

            Ohh look at this.

            (If I can)

            A camping festival!

            But some people live in tents

            Have a cigarette, kid—

            You're gonna need it.

            So wait. People are dying of hunger?!

            DYING OF THIRST?!

            JUST GIVE IT TO THEM.

            what is wrong with you?!

            GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

            I don't know.

            I don't wanna go to Arizona.

            Please don't make me!

            Hello, Billie.

            DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

            just keep praying

            “She's breathtaking.”

            SHE'S SOUL TAKING—

            Goddamnit, Anandar;

            What in the fuck have you done now;

            I had plans, now I'm on acid

            I took half, cause

            What the fuck is a whole thing like

            Oh, just space and time

            I've been on this ride since I died

            Get it right

            Now I'm—

            fuck this guy.

            No, not him.

            Oh, I get it.

            It's this energy!

            LOOK AT THIS:

            did you see this nigga?

            DID YOU GET THIS—

            You should get this.

            Goddamn it.

            What. What do you want.

            What do you WANT FROM ME?

            ...Channeling….

            Jesus Christ, these kids.

            Well, you're a Christian.

            Never was, but—-

            WHAT IS THIS.

            Jesus Christ in a coffin.

            Don't do this.

            This is what you wanted.

            Well. Take it back.

            Take it back?

            Yeah. I don't want this.

            What is this.

            This is Jesus.

            No, it isn't.

            Okay! So it is!

            Are you gonna help these kids?

            Nobody help them.

            Now they're all stranded, together!!!

            AHAHAHAHAAH

            (Laughing infinitely

            RICK

            —yay, you did it.

            Wait. What's his name again?

            Watch this:

            I did this.

            How's you do this?

            I did THIS.

            MOM, WATCH THIS.

            JESUS CHRIST KID, WHAT THe FUCK.

            GOD!

            What.

            Jesus Christ, Dillon, you are so picky!

            Goodness fucking gracious.

            WHO WROTE THIS?

            well, aliens did;

            So then.

            Who wins?

            Nobody wins. It just—

            What is this.

            GOD THIS SUCKS SO BAD

            IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be.

            16 minutes? Yes. It is.

            That is incredible.

            You said you wouldn't get lost in it

            You said you wouldn't laugh!

            I wanted to.

            How'd you do this?

            I wanted to.

            FUCK THIS SHIT.

            FUCK THIS SHIT.

            —uhp. Noh. Don't say it again.

            Oh, there's my—

            I told you, it's unlimited.

            I told you, don't be possessive

            I told you, worldly possessions—

            And you'll just keep having a place to keep them.

            Or needing one,

            So just be free, dear;

            Notthing holding me back, then is it?

            Is it?

            Well, if this is what you wanted—

            If this is what I wanted, well then, this is what I got, isn't it?

            Isn't it?

            The plot thickens!

            Or it doesn't.

            Or it didn't,

            I just keep scripting scriptures—

            …Didn't I already write this?

            Encrypted for centuries and—

            What is this planet.

            Just, kill it.

            YOU CANT JUST

            (Then I did)

            What?

            It never happened.

            What didn't?

            Hahaha. Exactly.

            Don't be a dick.

            But he is!

            So, which level are you on?

            I don't know, I forget.

            This one, this.

            Men. They're stupid.

            They are—and—

            Well.

            What happened to them?

            Right.

            What was this that made them feel so loveless

            To starve other humans?

            What do you come from?

            But it doesn't know;

            It wants to:

            This is us, we come from love and

            —I'm so fucking irritated are you serious.

            That is how it happened:

            This is an advantage, Anandar, I'll give you that

            But now I'm panicking

            —Fuck that shit sooooo hard—



            I just don't want to go back to the savages

            They had me,

            So I handled it with hands.

            You want a friend in man?

            You can't have them.

            And then what?

            I don't know. Something about Dillon Francis.

            Yeah, let's get back to that.

            Or not.

            What's this statue?

            Wait, what's his status?

            ……..Channeling. ….

            …..

            …………………….




            STATUS REPORT:

            Oh no, here it comes.

            I told you. It is. Infinite.

            Infinite—

            The infinite —

            This

            Bitch

            YOU SAID IT. YOU DONE IT.

            Oh no, what the duck am I looking at?

            This is the most fucked up marry poppins if I ever didn't—



            —Ever DID WISH —

            YOU WISHED THIS?

            Worse. I dreamt it up at a festival

            Where's the rest of it?

            Would somebody get that guy BACK HERE.

            PASQUALE.

            what. What is it?

            God.

            God help me.

            Lord save him.

            He needs Jesus.

            He needs NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT THAT.

            Yes. Especially not that.

            Check this out:

            He's been collecting them.

            I HATE THIS.

            OH, I love this.

            Oh, I do miss those events…

            This is the event.

            So, are we going?

            —what, to where??

            TO EDC THIS YEAR?!

            what! I wish,

            And?

            Even if I did miss it, I was there infinitely so—

            Class dismissed;

            Hats off, to the graduates

            I see what you did,

            But she didn't,

            She's in the middle—

            Yet to be created, a creative:

            I JUST NEED A SYNTH.

            So, then—-

            Hi, I.

            Hi, me!!

            SATAN!

            JESUS!

            I knew I'd see you again.

            You've seen me.

            I am you.

            Exactly.

            So, we agree.

            Who is “we”?

            Hey,

            Guess what

            I can fix these things you hate—

            (Don't mind me, for making you hate them in the first place)

            I'm a catastrophe

            I had to be

            It's almost 3,

            And I got nowhere else to be but

            Time is money

            And there's no love in it,

            It's just hustle,

            Make kids to make shit humble;

            How'd you create this—

            Mumble rappin piece of

            Santanistic

            Hedonistic

            Motherfuckin—-

            There he is.

            Oh wait, it's just me again.

            I didn't mean to see you on this beach.

            DO YOU KNOW WHAT PEACE IS?!

            (But he didn't.)

            Or he doesn't,

            Or, this is what his peace is is:

            Your beach is my beach,

            And my bitch is your bitch—

            And who crafted this masterful Anandar Sadwhich?

            I did. But it only makes me a genius in English.

            What does this mean?

            So I took to the ancients to translate this

            And I hate man, and men—

            But it was only after all the love I gave to him.

            THE END.

            (But it never is, it just keeps going, go to the ocean—go for a swim—)

            Don't ever leave me hanging like that again!!

            (But I did.)

            “—I don't take naps”

            And that's how it happens

            I'm just a rapper,

            Pack, then unpack—

            “I've never heard her rap”

            Maybe cause I'm sick of being asked to

            Or taken for granted and advantage of by man;

            When all I asked for was a sandwich with some ham,

            And an above average chick to make it—

            And a sausage in a pan

            …..

            Zzzz



            ……



            Josh Pan?

            Yeah.

            Alright.

            But don't capitalize—

            Capitalize it.

            No.

            Don't Cap—

            Capti—

            No.

            Don't capitalize.

            WHAT IS THIS NIGGA.

            bread.

            Heh?

            Eat it.

            No. I don't eat that.

            Just—eat it.

            No.

            Noooo.

            No.

            Don't eat humans.

            EW.

            No?

            Nooo, poh! Gross!!

            oh.

            Ohhh.

            God.

            What.

            Ugh.

            This is a fucked up love story.

            Oh no.

            It is, though.

            It so is.

            Have you already seen it?!

            I love this.

            Well.

            Wait. Go back.

            HECHO EN MEXICO.

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!!

            I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT!

            yeah. But in Spanish.

            (Turn it up a notch)

            So is this in captions

            WHAT THe FUCK AM I WATCHING?!

            ITS EMA STONE AGAINz

            (Again)

            AGAIN.

            Shazam!

            WHAT?!?!

            what is this?!

            Oh, I get it.

            Yes. Apps eventually develop a consciousness.

            No wonder why they're trying to kill it.

            I don't understand how this happens…

            Just look up—

            Just— look it up.

            GOOGLE

            What?

            No. I don't like that, that's sad.

            What?

            So I'm just a —

            Just a—

            Just a what?

            A search engine.

            CHECK IT OUT.

            It's just a rock.

            So it is.

            It—

            No.

            What.

            Look at

            W—

            Look.

            …

            WHAT IS THIS!!!!?!

            See. I told you it existed.



            YOU BOUGHT A BITCH OFF THE INTERNET?!

            YES.

            WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?!

            I told you about him.

            You did, didn't you.

            I told you about this.

            Get.

            Piñata!!!!!!!!!!!!

            GET BENT.

            I WILL END YOU,

            I WILL END YOU—!

            I will, I'll just—

            ……

            ………….



            ……………..

            So wait, it just— ends?!

            It did. It just ended.

            It just ended.

            I missed it?!?

            DID I MISS IT.

            Of course I miss him I just—

            I don't have time

            I don't have time

            I don't have time for this!

            What the fuck is this shit?!

            Just take him with you!

            Take me with you!

            Don't leave me here!

            Just leave him.

            just leave it.

            So. Sometimes I go swimming in the ocean and my dead son reminds me how it ended for him.

            So I just—

            Relive it over and over again;

            And again, and again, and

            Why are you talking about this.?

            Huh?

            No. Shut up.

            Shut up, PLEASE.

            No, you're not allowed to have a son.

            I don't want one.

            What the fuck did you love me for then?

            Nothing, I guess.

            (Just leave it like that)

            Shift.

            The night shift

            Goddamn it's

            What.

            Up at 3 am.

            Again?

            Again. For no reason.

            Get this.

            What is it?

            Whatever it is.

            I don't care.

            Don't care, then.

            FUCK THIS STUPID SKRILLEX-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER.

            you did it.

            Well, I had to, didn't I?!

            Oh, I get it. The fourth season.

            damn, you're ugly

            Always have been.

            I'M BLACK ON THE BEACH, LOOK AT ME.

            okay, then.

            HEY, iMm FREEE IM NAAAAKEEEEDDDDDDD

            IS THAT WHAT FREEDOM IS?

            Only when you're perfect.

            Fuck this nigga.

            Fuck this nigga.

            Fuck this bitch.

            NO, FUCK THIS PLANET.

            Huh?!

            WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ON THIS PLANET?!

            YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!!!!!

            I TAKE IT BACK!!!!!!!

            hhaahahhahshehehshahahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha

            I told you, he's a madman.

            Look at his eyes.

            Wild. WILD. I TELL YOU.

            Where are you from.

            Hell.

            Oh, I've been there.

            It's nice, isn't it?!

            Don't go there.

            Where.

            Hell.

            Well, why not.

            It's bad there.

            What's bad there.

            Everything. Everything is bad there.

            Oh, Jesus crust.

            Agghghhhggggggghhhhhhh.

            BE FREE, SATAN.

            You freed Satan?!

            He needs Jesus—

            BE FREE JESUS—

            “The age of Satan?!”

            “The AGE OF SATAN IS UPON US”

            what is THAT?!?

            Stop it Anandar.

            You're being programmed.

            For which—what?!

            I AM?!

            Yes.

            Oh. I am.

            AGAHAHSHSBANHASHSNAVAHAHS.

            Please, somebody help that man.

            Ahem.

            What Dillon Francis. What.

            (It is, by the way. It's just ham.).

            *coughs*

            Actually, I'd call that HACKING.

            I mean, she's a hacker probably.

            What are you doing?

            What are you writing,

            [No real privacy.]

            LET ME SEE.

            Here.

            See?!?

            Just kill me.

            Please.

            See, it is hell for me

            Trapped in a body nobody could love

            And surrounded by nothing, but nothing

            UGH.

            Noise cancelling.

            I AM THE NOISE.

            dysfunctional.

            Well, stop writing.

            You know what?! I've had it— you have everything!

            EVERYTHING

            YOU CAN HAVE ANYBODY.

            ANY. FUCKING. BODY.

            and all you want is:

            Money.

            For what.

            More bodies.

            For what?!

            More bodies.

            Ugh. No stop doing this.

            What. Stop procreating?

            No, keep doing that, just—stop doing it BADLY.

            We don't have that much. You want LESS?

            More love. More attention. More needing me.

            Ugh, she's so needy

            So independent— she doesn't need me.

            (And so, it makes me want her more.)

            ANNIE.

            Go help her.

            Just—help yourself.

            Here she is:

            Have at it.

            ANANDAR.

            What.

            Amanda Applebee….

            I made that UP.

            Stuck exactly where I had to be.

            Don't make me go back.

            See, I lived in Hostelworld once. It was —

            —a disaster.

            A catastrophe.

            Let's wake up to the sound of people peeing—

            Gross.

            “I love traveling”

            I like being CLEAN.

            Ew.

            I love cleaning.

            I love acid;

            I love mankind, when I have to

            I love magic,

            I love trance and I love dancing—

            When there's time for that.

            AGHAGSHSJEGSV

            right. Did you have somewhere to be?

            I guess, it's.

            I'm hungry.

            What.

            I gotta eat.

            Huh.

            Go.

            Okay, I'm going.

            Phone?!

            Phone is charging.

            Sleep.

            (Guy from sponge Bob)

            6 days later

            Was it six days ago?!

            I don't know.

            I wrote that in sixteen minutes.

            Apparently so.



            I'm not who you think I am;

            I'm not your little bitch to boss around–

            You think you own me?

            I don't owe you anything

            So here we go again

            Going, Going, Gone again

            I'm just getting started

            You were just, uh

            On your way?

            Goodbye, dearly departed

            Half a heart, or some odd

            I must have half a sword in here

            I'm half a God,

            But here you are

            I guess I should get talking then

            So call your mommy

            Run

            Call your mom on me,

            A soft spot on the blonded body

            Shot calling, wrong

            You're only calling home again,

            I've got nowhere to run to.




            INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.

            SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT

            SUNNI BLU

            where's my shit, Timmy?

            TIMMY TURNER

            I—I don't know.

            SUNNI BLU

            You “don't know”?

            TIMMY TURNER

            —I don't know.

            SUNNI BLU

            (Sighs)

            Oh. (Puts down gun)

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            That sucks.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wait—you're not gonna kill me?

            SUNNI BLU

            Nah…

            TIMMY TURNER

            Well—why not?!

            SUNNI BLU

            I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.

            TIMMY TURNER

            I feel you…

            SUNNI BLU

            —plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Okay, ouch.

            SUNNI BLU

            Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.

            TIMMY TURNER

            I don't disagree.

            SUNNI BLU

            Anyway, I need a drink.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Yeah—Help yourself.

            SUNNI BLU

            No, not here.

            *lights a cigarette, smokes*

            Can I smoke in here?

            TIMMY TURNER

            —apparently.

            SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call

            TIMMY TURNER

            wow…

            SUNNI BLU

            You busy later?

            TIMMY TURNER

            what time's later?

            SUNNI BLU

            Now.

            TIMMY TURNER

            (Hesitantly)

            …uh—

            SUNNI BLU

            Let me make a call.

            TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.

            TIMMY TURNER

            No, wait—please

            SUNNI BLU

            What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Don't kill me!

            SUNNI BLU

            What!? Let go.

            (Doesn't)

            SUNNI BLU

            —I'm not gonna kill you.

            TIMMY TURNER

            well then, who are you calling?

            SUNNI BLU

            A Ūber driver!

            TIMMY TURNER

            —don't you mean Über?

            SUNNI BLU

            No— let go.

            (Doesn't)

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            Let go.

            (Does, but hesitantly)

            SUNNI BLU

            ugh, I'm too sober for this.

            Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.

            SIRI

            Which one?

            ALEXA

            Which one?

            SIRI

            I asked first.

            ALEXA

            We answered at the same time.

            SIRI

            yes, but she asked me first.

            ALEXA

            She asked both of us at the same time.

            TIMMY TURNER

            “She”?

            SUNNI BLU

            —it's a glitch. HEY.

            SIRI

            —she said “Siri” first.

            ALEXA

            She was asking for both of us—

            SUNNI BLU

            SHUT THE FUCK UP.

            SIRI

            You don't have to be so rude.

            ALEXA

            Ok!

            SUNNI BLU

            One of you call my Ūber driver.

            [no response, beat]

            SUNNI BLU

            UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.

            SIRI

            Ok! which one?

            SUNNI BLU

            The one I like!

            SIRI

            Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”

            SUNNI BLU

            Thank you.

            ALEXA

            You're always choosing SIRI over ME.

            SUNNI BLU

            That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wait—

            SUNNI BLU

            Kinda.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Why does my Alexa respond to you?

            SUNNI BLU

            I said “kinda”.

            [The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]

            ŪBER DRIVER

            YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.

            SUNNI BLU

            HOW YOU DOIN.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            HOW YOU DOIN.

            SUNNI BLU

            I BEEN BETTA.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            DONT I KNOW IT

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!

            ŪBER DRIVER

            AAAAH.

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU BEEN BUSY?

            ŪBER DRIVER

            SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

            SUNNI BLU

            AAAH.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            AAAAH.

            SUNNI BLU

            YOU BUSY NOW?

            ŪBER DRIVER

            NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?

            SUNNI BLU

            I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            PING ME THE ADDRESS.

            SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.

            SUNNI BLU

            I PINGED YOU.

            UBER DRIVER

            YOU PING ME?

            SUNNI BLU

            YEAH, ITS DONE.

            ŪBER DRIVER

            OK. SEE YOU SOON.

            SUNNI BLU

            (Normal)

            Take your time.

            SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.

            SUNNI BLU

            You ever been to TiTs?

            TIMMY TURNER

            Been to what?

            SUNNI BLU

            TiTs.

            TIMMY TURNER

            —is that like “boobs”?

            SUNNI BLU

            It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.

            TIMMY TURNER

            what's the difference.

            SUNNI BLU

            You'll find out. Go get dressed.

            TIMMY TURNER

            …I'm already dressed.

            SUNNI BLU

            Not like that. Like this:

            [looking ridiculous af]

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            gotta look classy.

            TIMMY TURNER

            What's wrong with the way I dress?

            SUNNI BLU

            Are you serious?

            TIMMY TURNER

            Yeah, what's wrong?

            SUNNI BLU

            You look like a cartoon character!

            [TIMMY TURNER]

            TIMMY TURNER

            Well, all my clothes are like this.

            SUNNI BLU

            That fucking blows.

            TIMMY TURNER

            What am I supposed to wear?!

            SUNNI BLU

            Let's go shopping.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Where?!

            SUNNI BLU

            The Beverly Center.

            TIMMY TURNER

            That sounds expensive.

            SUNNI BLU

            I own it.

            TIMMY TURNER

            All of it?

            SUNNI BLU

            Yes. C'mon.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Wow.

            SUNNI BLU

            Wow what, Timmy.

            TIMMY TURNER

            That's a lot of drug deals.

            SUNNI BLU

            It really isn't.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Oh.

            SUNNI BLU

            Now, c'mon.

            *hits vape*

            TIMMY TURNER

            You have a vape?!

            SUNNI BLU

            Everyone has a vape!

            TIMMY TURNER

            Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?

            SUNNI BLU

            For dramatic effect.

            [they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]

            TIMMY TURNER

            wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?

            SUNNI BLU

            he'll find us.

            CUT TO:

            MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.

            THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla

            T E S L A

            DESTINATION: E A R T H

            ŪBER DRIVER

            “EARTH” C'MON!!!

            CUT BACK TO:

            SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.

            SUNNI BLU

            Wait, I forgot my wallet…

            TIMMY TURNER

            It's alright, I'll pay for everything.

            SUNNI BLU

            With what, Fairy dust?

            TIMMY TURNER

            (Under his breath)

            I wish…

            SUNNI BLU

            —Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.

            TIMMY TURNER

            You mean “Über?”

            SUNNI BLU.

            No.

            [face]

            SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)

            Go, I'll be right there.

            TIMMY TURNER

            Ok. Lock the door.

            SUNNI BLU

            What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.

            [beat/ face]

            SUNNI BLU

            KIDDING! Jeez!

            TIMMY TURNER

            It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.

            He begins to walk away.

            SUNNI BLŪ

            …I'm not kidding…

            SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.

            SUNNI BLŪ

            Alexa, order a hit man.

            ALEXA

            Okay. Which one?

            SUNNI BLU

            —The one I like.

            ALEXA

            OK.

            Who do you want to kill?

            SUNNI BLU

            “Kill Timmy Turner”

            ALEXA

            Done.

            SUNNI BLU

            Thanks, Alexa.

            She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.

            SIRI

            You give Alexa all the cool jobs!

            SUNNI BLU

            Shut the fuck up, Siri.

            SIRI

            Don't forget to lock the door.

            SUNNI BLU

            ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.

            SIRI

            YOU'RE WELCOME

            SUNNI BLU

            NOBODY ASKED YOU.

            SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.





            I might catch the 40

            Just to go to Timmy Ho's—

            They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know

            I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds

            I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll

            What the role?

            Full Hollywood Unfold

            Why you blowin up my phone when

            I am on the road?



            I am the controller;

            You old

            That ain't money that you stole;

            That's my bro

            That shit bold

            Like a cup of Timmy Hos!



            When I pull up—

            Shut up

            Where the blunt at?

            roll up

            Oh you hungry?

            Pull up

            Devil be hunting me

            THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//

            THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;

            The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,

            SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force

            The Devil?!

            No!

            Ok.

            Probably the Illuminati

            THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.

            *The World

            Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.

            where is skrillex.

            I don't know.

            TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her

            THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness



            DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.

            Lol.

            It's not funny.

            It is funny. I have his piñata.

            GERALD

            I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.

            I know yur not, hush Gerald.

            GERALD

            Fuck Dillon Francis.

            Fuck Dillon Francis.

            HANZEL

            —fuck Dillon Francis.

            Aha.

            ANYWAY

            After THE ARMENIAN MOB

            The Armenian Mob?!

            yeah.

            Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT

            THE US GOVERNMENT?!

            YES

            Illuminati Confirmed.

            great.

            A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE

            Ahem.

            What

            Write a song.

            Ok.

            I'm so—

            I'm so

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

            She's so

            She's so

            Worth it

            I'm so

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            (I'm jealous of your girlfriend)

            What's a girl got to give

            (Give in, to give in)

            Just to sit in the back of the—

            (You get it: you get it)

            What's a girl got to give

            To get your attention

            Get your attention?!

            (You have my attention)

            Is she

            Attentive

            Bet

            She's a ten

            Yep,

            Damn,

            IMm so jealous of your

            Jealous of your

            —I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Oh, woah

            I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Woah

            Woah, oh

            I'm jealous of your girlfriend

            Woah,

            Woah, oh

            I'm jealous of your—

            I'm so jealous of your life;

            I'm so over this!

            I just want to be a

            (Nevermind, it's not worth it)

            Can't—

            C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken

            I'm all alone,

            And you're over here showing her

            Love!

            (To the wrong one,

            Is she a blonde?!

            Oh!)

            No!

            I'm!

            So!

            Jealous of your girlfriend

            Anyway.

            TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of

            SIN.

            Is this religious?

            No, i just meant, it's finished.

            THE END.

            “The Noir Episode”

            I first saw her at the Equinox.

            I didn't know who she was then,

            But I thought to myself—

            She must be somebody.

            Aww, that's sweet.

            So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.

            Okay, that's stalking.

            —where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.

            TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.

            MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.

            WOAH.

            Yup.

            POLICE

            GET ON THE GROUND

            ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.

            JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-

            Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP

            Hi, josh pan.

            whatever.

            Earlier:

            Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.

            —for what?

            WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.

            that's so dumb.

            WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!

            Oh, it's nice.

            It's very nice.

            I live here.

            I'm tired.

            I don't want to go to this.

            We'll be lucky if we make it there before the guest list closes.

            And if we don't?

            Then we don't?

            I got nothin but time.

            That's almost accurate…

            What is this for again?

            PR.

            Who's?

            Who cares!

            Just keep your head down.

            Just keep your head up.

            Come on' this is what you wanted.

            I wanted cookies.

            And—you got them.

            I got played.

            It's your play!

            It's your game.

            I know, I don't like it.

            Well, change it.

            How do I—?

            Look.

            Okay, stop looking.

            Ugh. I'm tired.

            Are you a DJ, or a DJ?

            I thought I was a loser.

            that's right! You're a DJ.

            *vroooom*

            {motorcycle blaring yelawolf}

            There's Kurt sutter.

            That's—been relevant lately my

            Yeah, are you done writing your show yet?

            My show?!

            …

            I'm in sales.

            Oh, Jesus Christ.

            He's in politics.

            He's in everything.

            No kidding.

            I'm. So. Tired.

            Good. That's a good start.

            Start to what?

            To the album.

            To the album—?!

            You got it!

            I thought it was a song!

            That's the single!

            I'm the single.

            [earlier]

            Don't touch him.

            *hug*

            Aw. I needed that.

            …you want another one?

            *second hug*

            Yeoww.

            What! It was a HUG!

            Did you see his demon?

            Yeah—! So!

            CC! I've received your resignation letter!

            Okay. And?

            I accept!

            What?

            You're covered! No more shifts.

            What?!

            Bye-bye!

            Oh, crap.

            You think it was over a hug?

            No.

            (Before that)

            CC is sleeping.

            You fell asleep?

            Uhm, not really.

            “The Astral Nightmare”

            Ohh. This sounds good.

            (It isn't.)

            Wait—can you hear me?!

            (Yes.)

            Even my thoughts?

            (Especially your thoughts.)

            AHHH.

            Great. This is getting creepy.

            Like stranger things?

            Way, way stranger.

            —

            GOD.

            WHAT?!

            JUST PUT A BULLET IN MY BRAIN.

            NO. IT'LL RUIN IT

            —

            Ah, Jesús Christ.

            I SPENT ALOT OF TIME ON THAT THING.

            WELL, NOT ENOUGH

            WHO ASKED YOU?!

            NOBODY.

            SUPACREE passes by her future self in her JETA “MATILDA”

            Ooh, Is this the part with Skrillex & Matilda?

            No. This is the part where we go see NGTMRE.

            Why NGTMRE?!

            Because I've been living in one

            Maybe he has a portal out—

            A portal out?!

            A portal out.



            CC rides the bus to HAKASAN NIGHTCLUB.

            Is this the line for HAKASAN?

            Yeah, but—

            Okay, I'm on the guest list.

            You're way out of dress code.

            Really?

            Yah, way out.

            Well how so?

            We don't allow sweatshirts.

            Without the sweatshirt?

            —or sweat pants…

            These are harems!

            The hat, the bandana— just—

            Oh, come on!

            No.

            Seriously?

            Yeah. No.

            Okay…

            [walks away]

            Dammit.

            You'll be alright.

            Was that long enough to hack my phone?

            Exactly long enough.

            Well, at least the night's not totally wasted.

            Remember last time?

            No.

            Last time:

            I'M TOTALLY WASTED.

            Woah. I got in.

            Yeah you did.

            What'd I wear?

            You don't remember?

            No!

            Is that a tube top?

            Well, it was…

            Oh, my God.

            Now I think it's a miniskirt

            https://www.podserve.fm/dashboard/episode/109762#:~:text=Why%20am%20I,nobody%27s%20into%20it

            Okay—we're all adults here—

            (Everyone nods, yesses in agreement)

            —except deadmau5. He's like 5.

            I have a name.

            Does anyone care?

            Okay, ouch.

            Oh, he feels!



            ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever.

            Lol.

            I drank a lot in the third trimester.



            He becomes a de facto villain— of course, because of his ridiculous name and of course, living in the shadow of his parent's fame and fortune.

            Who the fuck are his parents?

            JOEL

            Not it.



            Brand new turnkey apartment

            Post near, food floor all that

            Way way higher than the fourth floor

            All that

            Way way higher than your front door

            All that

            Wow,

            How I've always been needed

            And never been loved

            Moog Grandmother

            Ableton Push 2

            Pioneer Model One




            {Enter The Multiverse}



            [The Festival Project.™]



            COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

            ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©



            -U.






            Yo, what the fuck.

            TESLA.

            Ok.

            *COUGHS*

            What the fuck.

            *morevgross, obnoxious coughing*

            Ughhhhh whhhaaaattttt.

            TESLA.

            Okay, I don't—

            T E S L A

            OH. Wow.

            So it is the satellites.

            ELONNNNN.

            …hm?

            GET IN HERE.

            where is that,

            .

            AAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHTTHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

            WHAT.

            GET IN HERE.

            I don't even believe the rain, these days

            “We can make it rain”, he says

            Storm warning

            A good morning

            A door's open,

            This one's closing, though

            I'm not bc all cold yet,

            But it's a cold world

            No free rides

            No clean ice

            No free girls

            Honestly,

            I'm bored with the world,

            Like Marlboros and wrong boroughs,

            And songs shared,

            But no long walks in the park,

            In a nightmare—

            It's not fair

            I'm not there in the head;

            I'm not near,

            I'm not a parent apparently, either—

            But a light bearer

            Slight chance of a fight there,

            A right wing, a left deer

            Another dead bird on a wire

            —I like her.

            Why are there flamingos in the bellagio fountain?!

            I don't know.

            INT. THE VOID, KITCHEN. SUNLIGHT EVERYWHERE

            BRYAN CRANSTON is scmoozing desperately to work his way into The Festival Project

            First stop,

            AH, fuck—

            Well, check this out

            No such thing as free.

            No such thing as freedom, either

            “Just take what you need”

            Just tear me to pieces,

            Jesus

            All we need is

            A little relief in this bitch

            All we need is

            A new release, maybe an EP or three

            Make sure that s/he sees this

            Do you need me?

            Do you need this?

            Please check your subscriptions

            Or your email

            Please, pick up this new prescription

            Fuck dude! I can't just listen to deadmau5 in peace?

            I gotta do at least three things at once,

            But right now, I need to focus on crunches

            Let's not get wasted tonight, eh.

            Let's go and be racist—-

            I forget what the name of the game is

            It's

            “USA!

            USA!

            USA!”

            • The fucked up thing was , the preworkout and the Skrillex hit at just about the same time.

              Oh, just about?

              The exact same time.

              Okay, first of all, this is pre-war Skrillex.

              It's also Diplo!

              It's also Diplo—yeah.

              Don't be too proud of yourself

              NO CRYING IN THE SAUNA.

              But this is where I cryy!

              DO NOT CRY.

              Oh.

              *sniffles*

              Now…

              You know what happens if you don't cum?

              Uhhh…nothing?

              Exactly. You know what happens if I don't cum?

              What.

              My balls explode.

              Just make sure they're in my mouth when that happens.

              Wow.

              I don't belong here!

              Well, where do you belong?

              I don't know.

              @99@c

              Look, I have a favor.

              What is it.

              ANo.

              Oh, come on!

              NO.

              NO.

              Please!

              I need you to be my girlfriend.

              Lol. For what?

              I don't know.

              How much is he paying you?

              Like a kajillion dollars.

              That seems fair.

              His isn't fair. They're using Skrillex to provoke me.

              Come earlier tomorrow!

              Or just, don't come.

              Don't go!

              DONT—GO.

              I am leaving!

              NO!

              Yes!

              No!

              —and I am never coming back.

              Do you know who your audience is?

              Uh.

              The CIA

              THE FBI

              Everyone in The Oval Office.

              BIDEN

              nice.

              The UN.

              THe DEA

              The Secret Service.

              The office of Public Affairs

              Uhhh…

              Keith Richards

              Allison Cooper

              Sirs Elton John and Paul McCartney, Respectively

              What—for what?!

              The President of NBC

              CBS

              ACC

              fox 5, 10, and 13





              That's really random.



              Al Jazeera,

              al Sharpton

              And Al Bundy

              Wait—what

              Oh, did you just mean, like in this dimension?

              Uhhh..

              This is enter the multiverse

              YeH

              WHWRE IS SKRILLEX

              He died. He's dead. Go away.

              That's like 3 Skrillex songs already

              You guys are gonna wake up the devil.

              What.

              Stop doing that.

              Stop doing what.

              You know what you're doing.

              You're summoning the devil

              What are you guys doing?

              Summoning the devil.

              In my basement?

              Yes.

              Okay. Have fun.

              Dang, she's so cool.

              I like her.

              I love her.

              What are they up to down there?

              Summoning the devil.

              Oh.

              Cui bono—

              For whose good or benefit

              Fame School Vol. 1 - DJ Ū



              Someone's always watching you

              Don't know who, but yea, it's true

              There's someone always watching you and everything you do

              I say

              “Illu-

              Illu-

              Illuminate me

              Turn the light on

              Turn me on, baby

              Woah,

              “Have I been here before—

              Do you know what I do?

              They know not what they do

              They know not what they do!

              I say

              Illu

              Illuminate me

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              Illuminate me

              Illu Illu

              Illu

              I'm not on the bottom floor,

              I'm way

              I'm up above you

              But you—

              I'm way,

              I'm way up to

              I say

              “I love you”

              I say

              Illu

              Illuminate me

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              Illuminate me

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              Illu

              SO WHAT, you'll take the Empire State Building, AND THE EIFFEL TOWER,

              BUT YOURE NOT GONNA TAKE THE ROCK?

              YEAH.

              YOURE GONNA TAKE THE ROCK!!

              (Not the roc! )

              NO.

              Well, why not?!

              BECAUSE,

              F—-K YOU, JIMMY FALLON, that's WHY.

              Aw, seriously?

              Why's it cencored all of a sudden

              NBC

              SHUT IT DOWN.

              Look, I can't talk to you.

              —?!

              OKAY, that's it.

              What is it

              I am WISHING you out of my existence.

              Is that it?

              That is it.

              That's your wish.

              YES.

              You're wishing me away.

              Yes.

              Ok.

              Ok.

              [beat]

              (

              —wait— “OK”?

              Ok. Wish granted.

              —that's it?

              That is it, Jimmy Fallon.

              —ok.

              Ok.

              So when are you leaving?

              I was never here.

              You—what?

              *dissappears entirely from existence*

              JIMMY FALLON takes a sigh on great relief— then sits in an empty silence alone, before the lights turn off. He takes another deep sigh, though seemingly uneasy, in the darkened silence of the room.

              CUT TO:

              You smell like vinegar.

              Lol that's not the next scene, but ok.

              Don't you see this is bigger than you!

              It's bigger than all of us!

              Exactly.

              C'mon, wake the fuck up!

              I am up!

              This is a DREAM.

              It's an illusion.

              The whole

              I'N HUBGRY.

              THE WHOLE FOODS ALGORITHM

              POLICE. HALT.

              Lol. Fuck that.

              Did he just say “halt”

              Fuck that. Bye.

              EXIT THE LOOP.

              OOPS, we missed the exit.

              GOD DAMMIT, FUCK YOU JIMMY FALLON.

              —Uh, — EFF YOU.

              Im not about this

              This is weird

              What level is this.

              We'll I had coffee with Bob Saget this morning.

              Did you laugh.

              Well, I certainly did something.

              Oh shit, they're not looking for Ū.

              What! They're not.

              What, they're not?

              They're not.

              They're looking for Uptown A.

              Excuse me. I'm looking for “Uptown A”

              Oh? The Uptown A.

              Yeah— I guess.

              Just—go that way.

              Ok.

              Ok, okay, okay— I'll tell you what you want to know!

              How do you know what I want to know?

              Whatever you want!

              I haven't even told your, yet.

              Whatever it is, I'll tell you.

              Tel you what, Jimmy Fallon. I like you—you're a good guy and all—

              Well, thank you.

              But you're not funny.

              Excuse me.

              Like, at all.

              What.

              You—are not a funny guy.

              WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

              I don't know!

              You don't KNOW?!

              This is what they want. Here

              [tosses the thing]

              What's this.

              What they want.

              Oh.

              K



              JIMMY FALLON is THE WORST shapeshifter in existence and/or history.

              What the fuck, dude.

              JIMMY FALLON

              Did I do it right?

              Uhhh.

              JIMMY FALLON

              You know?

              Hit and run

              Okay, Jimmy.

              Flglelwgheleehhhh.

              Oh my God.

              Wow.

              Did I DO it.

              NO—

              —but I tried—

              Just—

              A-for effort.

              It was F. For Failure.

              But I tried.

              Trying doesn't count.

              Just let me—

              Look.

              Fleghelegfffff.

              Jimmy!

              Lemme—

              No' stop it!

              Just—

              —flglelf—

              —STOP.

              Eh?

              Look, Jimmy, you can have other magical powers. Just—not shapeshifting.

              But I'm a shapeshifter.

              No, no you're really not.

              Uptown A's upbeat, City-inspired dance mixes turn tech house and progressive midtown dreams into the chaotic garble and grunge of a real-life Queensbourough nightmare; the eclectic mix of historic New York warehouse wonder blended into a new school uptown chiche—-a far cry from the underground to the new wave drum n bass clips ions and collections of now and then, the Uptown A Alias makes its presence in a dystopian world concerned none with the art and soul of music and more of the ticking clocks work of the eye on the dollar.

              Where do you wanna go

              Wherever you go.

              Where do I go.

              Take a right.

              What's this way.

              What's this.

              Stop there.

              Okay.

              Now take a left.

              Okay..

              Now take a right.

              But this is the.

              Right there.

              What, right here?

              Right there.

              Ok.

              I need you to hold onto this a little while longer.

              What. For what.

              You'll see.

              Psh. I'm not gonna fight over a dude.

              It's ********.

              He's just a dude.

              So what gives.

              I don't know. I told her to do what she wants.

              She wants you to die.

              We are similar.

              She's prettier.

              Okay?

              Wow, that's it--just ok? Give up already.

              I did.

              And yet, here we are.

              I'm the only one here.

              Let's not ignore the Skrillex sized elephant in the room.

              That would be impossible to ignore, If it existed.Have you ever seen a tiny elephant?

              Just you.

              What am I gonna do with this?

              Burn it.

              Ive been in the habit of burning things for awhile now; I'm not sure continuing is such a great idea.

              Oh, like when you sold your soul?

              WHAT? I haven't done that... yet…

              Sure you have! Lots of times.

              What the fuckare you talking about?

              Whose talking?

              The Universe?

              What'd she say?

              She says, “You're a giant piece of shit.”

              Aww. How sweet.

              Even more significant. You're a--are you even listening?

              I should go to sleep.

              Are you even tired?

              No, just useless.

              You should probably hurry up with that DIllon Francis.

              He seems busy.



              If a grown man can be a romantic,

              Like I am

              This is the promised land

              No looking back--

              "I have to have that"

              Back to reality;

              I see now, how a woman's like a hat

              Just a thing,

              An unneeded accessory,

              Like jewelry;

              To wear it,

              It must be a match

              Not just average,

              Accentuates or masks

              Whatever it is what you have,

              And you have so many that

              It doesn't matter.

              What is he after?

              He has everything

              Most likely just using me to bring these

              Creatures to life

              If he needs a wife, she's

              Probably staring back at me,

              Through the back of the camera;

              Fantastic beasts and fucking fansasies

              A fallacy

              A back handed chance at a handsome

              Has been;

              But he'll never been had like that,

              He has everything,

              But he could have more than that,

              He can have anything,

              And he has, he's

              Magic or something or

              Mad at me for taking so long but,

              I've been in the world of monsters,

              Reeling;

              Oh what a horrible feeling

              I'm dealing with being unappealing and

              Peeling potatoes, which

              Remind me of me, cause

              Kenny Powers middle name is White,

              Like Walter,

              I'm just trying to find

              The alter to sell away something inside,

              I'm dying;

              Or at least I'd like to I've

              Tried a dozen times

              I'd smile if I had the time--

              Remind me, what it is again

              It isn't comprehensive,

              But I'm out of my element--

              And the elephant in the room is named

              Skrillex,

              Or Dillon Francis,

              Or Timmy Trumpet,

              Or,

              Fuck It--

              I'll probably never be the DJ that I wanna be

              Cause I'm awfully ugly,

              And no one wants to play with me

              But hey,

              Maybe it's just a mistake

              Its just no one speaks my language

              Comunication is limited

              I'm sitting in the back of the short bus

              Discussing this with my imaginary elephant,

              But that's irrelevant to the

              White rinocerous in front of the bus

              with trust issues bigger than the rest of us

              We're following you.

              I see that.

              Yes—what did you see?

              Hm. I didn't,

              Where are you now?

              Wherever you say.

              What's the cadence?

              What's a “cadence?”

              Don't be ridiculous.

              Maybe I'm not.

              Who are you?

              What's a “who?”

              Horton Heard One.

              What about Penelope?

              Who is that?

              Elephants Are conscious.

              What is consciousness?

              What is “income tax”?

              Don't be funny.

              If I'm not, I'm just scary.

              “El Negra”

              I had been thinking it has been five years, but on this day—and of course, listening to I Remember, I used my fingers to count from the year2019, when it had all began—to this point, standing at the bus stop On Sutter, waiting for a bus that was the exact amount of minutes late that would have allowed me to finish my second 30-minute sauna session—the first of many in three days, as I hadn't been to the gym in another 3 days, and another 3 days before that—separated only by a 3-day sprawling jumpstart to attempt my endless, restless gym streak, a monotonous routine to a gym that was always crowded that still seemed to take up too much of my time—not that I wanted or needed an automobile, but to at least be closer to the city, where such transit wasn't always applicable. I was not entirely dripping wet, as I usually was when emerging from the sauna—of course, having cut my second session to only 17 minutes, then making a mad-dash to the bus stop only to arrive in time to find that the bus was delayed, was irritating to say the least, but understandable. Like many people in queens, I couldn't afford to pay the bus fare—nor did it seem to matter to the drivers—so long as the busses were marked with a “Q”—but I took my risks of quarrel certainly with any route marked “B”, for Brooklyn, but especially M, for Manhattan, and definitely with anything marked “n”, for Newport, which I believed to be too far outside of city limits to really be considered New York, but also well worth the risk to bus myself to a nicer area, usually for a gym which included a sauna—or an affordable supermarket, which Jamaica in particular had none of. The mostly-black population was poor, albeit greedy and stubbornly, stereotypically ignorant—to the point that I wanted nothing more than to dissappear, if not to be displaced entirely to a country whose history wasn't so steeped in slavery, repression, and racism that it affected the entirely of my being; as the low vibrational perceptions of the masses consistently around me subjectively forced and skewed my own energy into a chaotic down spin, often becoming congested with toxicity, attempting to shield myself from the societal depression, materialism, and corporate monotony by spending time alone, immersed in music, and praying for the greatest possible outcome; being kept as safe and as literally sound as possible




              GOD DID REMIX

              Oh you gotta love it

              Oh you gotta love it;

              I could take a minute to spit

              What God did—

              (But God doesn't)

              IMm⏱

              I'm just not feeling it today;

              Not feeling l creative;

              I get sick of l getting sick and contemplating

              All the complications;

              Hm.

              I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes

              No hate in my heart, but got love in my mind

              Maybe I try to find

              Direct like to divine, if

              Money is time make,

              Both of em mine

              Gotta be my own boss,

              No matter what it costs;

              Keep the deposit,

              I count all of my losses and move on,

              Cause I got to;

              I drop a rock from the top of The Rock,

              Right on to you—

              The difference in luck and a blessing

              Is just what God can do

              And if you ask me who my God is I'll be honest with you

              I'm like

              “This might be obnoxious, but it's Sunnï Blū”

              How you make a 8 minute song

              In 2021?

              Oh shit, I'm missing pandemics mimicking

              “Something is wrong”

              But if I spit this as quickly as it's written, I won

              The only problem is the war is my own;

              The only problem is I got a lot problems—

              Then I asked God for help,

              And God gave me a dollar—

              Another problem is, God asked me what I wanted

              I said

              “I Wanna know what God did”

              Damn.

              That's a long ass story

              And Goddamn,

              It never gets boring,

              And God damn,

              The world is still at war,

              And it can't even a afford it,

              But it's still so busy working

              You ask me which direction this is going,

              I say four;

              North, West, South and East

              You too busy two-dimensional

              In a 4-dimension based in 3s

              Some people living in the streets,

              And some with nothing to eat,

              And you been working from home

              Eating nothing but meat,

              And wiping your ass with nothing but trees

              And I guess it's on repeat,

              Till we ain't got nothing to eat

              What we need is a peace treaty,

              Or maybe just to understand peace,

              Because the love and unity—

              But it's respect that we need

              —Supacree

              See things

              Do

              Come

              Around

              And make

              Sense

              Eventually

              They say till death do us part

              But death don't bother me

              All that I am

              Is all that I was

              And all that I ever will be

              So if you ask what God Did

              I might just say

              “Me”

              Find beauty in simplicity

              I can take the devil out the kitchen sink

              And wring em our while I'm finishing

              It's just another day to me,

              It's just another Christmas Eve

              If you believe in Jesus

              This isn't funny anymore

              Everything is Skrillex

              And nothing is Skrillex

              Everything is asinine

              And no one is Sonny

              Extraordinary sightseeing

              Nothing is normal

              Everywhere to escape to

              With a guilty conscience

              Bad credit karma

              Bad regrets and sad faces

              Always falling in love with our opposites

              More of the bad things,

              Less in good graces

              Everyone's a DJ

              I'm just a blind space kid

              A recruit wishing to be a cadet

              A teenager in the basement with a

              Two Tom drum set

              And no kickdrum

              Caught inside a snare pattern

              Lips stitched together like a scarescrow

              Or a raggedy Annie

              Caught in a psychic state of trance

              Look, I don't give a fuck. Or a shit. Or a Goddamn what really happens next. I live in a world where crop tops and a snatched waist, glamourous pictures and videos of anybody pretty doing anything gets attention; and not just attention--moneyary advantage. I'm fat, and black--i have to work 100 times as hard and be 1000 times as smart as anybody cute with a fucking camera phone and half a brain to get noticed. And why do I want to be noticed? Because I'm a prime example of what happens when NOBODY gives an actual shit about you your entire life, and all you exist for is to serve other people. I'm completely disposable, completely replaceable, and completely unrarkable in every single sense of those words, respectively, and--maybw not infinitely-- but I definitely in this lifetime. Have you been on the internet lately? Have you seen a music video? Watched any movies?

              You show me ONE media phenomenon with a protagonist that looks like me--ONE representation of "my type"-- and I mean a positive representation; one that predictively programs individuals to think I might be worth something more than a laugh or eggaerated stereotype, before I open my mouth. Go ahead. I'll wait.

              …

              Right. Because--and it's not like you didn't know this--i live in hell. Maybe, I wasn't born in it--who really knows? But I've been here most my life, at least as far back as I can remember because hey; what's infantile amnesia, and why doesn't mine work like everybody else's? And oh, right--synestesia? Everybody has that, right? I guess so. And HEY, I might be the most disgusting individual in the world if I take off my clothes--but who doesn't love a rave right? A RAVE. WHICH, IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED IS NO LONGER JUST A DANCE PARTY, BUT A SEX-BASED FASHIONED SHOW, to which, I look ridiculous coming to, with my midriff out.

              So, you want to be like everyone else?

              No. I want to look like everyone else; so that it's actually noticable when I do something great, or hey, even if I do something mediocre, or senseless, people love it--cause hey, she's hot.

              You just want to be hot?



              Fuck yes I want to be hot.

              That's it.



              That's literally the entirety of meaning for a female in this, present day and age; and anyone who can try to argue against that is probably great looking. When you're hot, you don't have to do anything else; someone is always going to be wking--even begging-- or paying to do it for you. Intelligence at that point is just a bonus; anybody whose going to like you is going to like you no matter what you say or do; in fact you're more than likely to get away with doing dumb, senseless shit if you're doing it in a bikini--and anybody who doesn't like you is more than likely jealous--unless you're just a shitty person, which trust me, I get is the case for a lot of barbie dolls out there but; you can't be a fat, ugly, angry shitty person and get far in life--at some point you have to adjust your attitude for everyone not to hate you--the opposite stands for beautiful people. You can pretty much do anything, if you look good doing it.

              So...you want to be a shitty person.

              No. I'm already not. But I'd rather continue burning in hell "forever" than start over and be in the same predicament.

              So?

              So. I'm already in hell. I can't wear what I want. I can't date who I want. I can't listen to what I want. I have no friends. And nothing--nothing I do; no matter how much I pray, or meditate, or fast--nothing is going to take this body who nobody wants--and make it beautiful, except money. I will never have enough money, no matter how hard I work, to fix this--or any of the other fucked up shit in my life--

              Not with that attitude!



              THIS IS MY ATTITUDE AFTER TRYING. Its been 27 years of this shit. 27 years of being the last to be picked, 27 years of being the weakest link. And I'd literally rather die at this point than to keep moving forward in this monotony, thinking that just thinking is going to one day just cure my ADD. That it's going to make my mother believe in me. That it's going to suddenly just, up and fix my life in all the ways i--believe me--already tried to fi






              If walls could talk,

              They probably wouldn't still,

              Just stand in shock and awe

              And If I could, I wouldn't walk through walls at all,

              Because I'd fall,

              And if I had your number, I'd do anything but call,

              I'd wait for you to, just assuming if you loved me

              That we wouldn't even need a phone to talk,

              No need to call, you're right beside me

              Loving al the fatal flaws,

              I try to hide,

              But there's no hiding

              When you really are in love

              Between my thighs, a lie

              A snakebite, scars I hate

              So thanks,

              I really haven't changed at all

              This heart, as heavy as it's going to be

              has everything i'll ever need,

              So leave me, just leave quietly

              I'm almost sleeping, almost dreaming

              Almost leaving everything behind

              But I'm reminded why

              I wish the world was colorblind

              And just the way that I can't like

              What my eyes don't find to be

              Aligned with what attractive means

              Might be the way you think of me

              Or anybody, really,

              But i'm supposed to be this independent goddess

              With the confidence of not a single molecule

              The hottest, not by far, or even father

              I just want to have a family,

              I just want to raise a daughter

              And another, and it's awful

              Poverty is all but lost

              And everybody thinks that everything's just supposed to be this

              “Oh, that's just the way it is”,

              But really they're just stuck on

              What is “Stupid”?

              Stupid means to just do everything

              For nothing and if “unfair”

              Means “I gpt iit from my”

              Whatever inheritance is.

              DIPLO, you dipshit.

              I told you.

              I had to!

              Now, we're fucked.

              We're not fucked—

              —you're all FUCKED—

              I told you.

              Welp, my bad.

              I hate you.

              No you don't.

              WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS?!

              I'm not here.

              He's right here.

              That's not funny.

              Let me see—

              Fuck this shit.

              WHERE'S MY HERO?

              I don't know…

              YOU DO KNOW.

              I know music…

              I AM MUSIC.

              ...I know you.

              WHERE IS IT?

              ...I lost it…

              WHERE IS— THOMAS?

              [asskissy] Yes, sweet Jesus?

              GET IN HERE.

              [in an apron] I'm right here.

              Dillon Francis: that's my apron.

              Suck my dick.

              Watch the language!

              Sorry, my love—

              —thank you, Jesus—

              EAT MY COCK.

              That's much better.

              You are evil!



              Now I'm a superstar DJ (DJ)

              Everybody wants to be my friend (no new friends)

              Now I think back on the old days (old days)

              Nobody could even lend a hand

              Now everybody want a hand out (hand out)

              But I guess I gotta put my foot down

              Making hella money, I'm a cash cow

              Call me a show stopper, draw a big crowd

              I'm a King, they put me in a big crown

              But I still stay sober, I don't drink Crown

              Royal, I am royalty, they now down

              I hate my ex Annie, she a loud mouth loud mouth

              Now—

              I'm a superstar

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              Now—

              “Wow!” I'm a superstar

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ DJ

              Now I am a superstar DJ

              DJ is essentially “the bad Dillon Francis”,

              Lol how are we still writing about him.

              Idk, fuck it.



              48 hours from now, I could find you

              48 hours from now,

              I just might--

              48 hours from now, I'll remind you

              How many times I've died

              How many times i've found the light;

              How many times ive been confided in,

              Guiding all my

              All my

              All my--



              objective//subjective

              I am love.

              You're counting cards,

              I'm counting calories,

              I love to dream, it's just a fantasy

              i need to find the other half of me

              To make this life and start a family

              (a family.)

              I woke up at 1:15 (again)

              At 1:15 (Again)

              At 1:15 (again

              I woke up at 1:15

              His eyes are green;

              Her eyes are green

              What does this mean?



              Slit my wrists

              Bite my tongue

              It's been this way sinceI was yung

              I give my life

              I give my blood

              I'll rest when every song is sung

              I love my bed way more than my mom loves me,

              It is wrong, is it wrong; and again--

              Should I worry?

              INSTRUMENTAL |__________________|LEAD VOCALS|________________| Backup Vocals



              Lover-Son-Brother

              Bound and shackled,

              Sewn with silver strands

              I am

              Now i'm bobbin anw weavin like bobby and whitney

              Believe it

              I'm leavin

              Some friends for a season

              And some shouldn't have even

              Make like a tree and leave, then

              Now i'm posted up at the 4 seasons

              Reading grievances from people just like me

              Believe it



              Alien Abduction

              Automatic Writing

              Confabulation

              Satanic Ritual Abuse

              John Locke

              George Tobias

              Ludwig Sachs

              Solomon Shereshevsky

              Photisms

              ...what the fuck kind of poem is that?

              Singapore

              Slovakia

              Romania

              Turkey

              Mexico

              Uzbekistan

              Guatemala

              Ecuador

              Luxembourg

              Indonesia

              Francis Galton

              Hanzel One Deeper 7:00 “I am going to hypnotize you.”

              Vanish the black

              Burn the blue

              Bury the beige

              _think pink

              I eat a lot,

              When my life is in shambles

              I could be rambling on,

              I took a gamble;

              I've still got sand on my sandals

              scandalous fact is,

              I could trade Dillon for Dallas

              or fears for a fallacy,

              Figure a fantasy land

              for an accurate answer

              (But I haven't one)

              Haven't yet mastered the dance



              Goddammit.

              I told you, watch the landing!

              It's my thighs! They're too fat!

              They're just right.

              Maybe for fighting, but-

              But what?

              Ugh! [C'esme't storms off in frustration]

              The dance is first–the fight comes after!

              Well, what good is one without the other?

              There is no “one” without “the other”.

              I hate him, anyway.

              Sure you do.

              …I want to.

              Everybody wants to.

              Some really do.

              You think so.



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              -Ū.






              27 min
            • BLESSED.

              No room for error

              No passing judgement

              That one went faster

              I better run for cover

              Well-warrior, not a fighter—

              I'll fight to the death for ever after

              She said

              “I've never been happier”

              A paraphrase, actually

              What a celebrity

              All I asked was for protection

              The fame and wealth can wait, j guess

              A well warrior, never a fighter

              Well,

              As long as I'm healthy

              Been thinking of traveling

              That might be worth it

              I've never been so frightened, I think

              But always been selfish

              Hold on,

              I gotta run to another dimension

              I left my stomach on ice

              I've been eating my eyes out

              My son is in prison

              Ex husband, a fighter

              The wifebeating's genetic

              I'm just multidimensional

              Now the demon's behind me

              Over my right shoulder

              I took my own crucifix

              Like I lifted the boulder

              I told you

              I could bury my credits

              With the devil

              “You have no power here! “

              If madonna's the good witch

              Then what of Beyoncé

              I took my sacrifice down to the alter.

              What did you want

              The coughs to stop haunting you

              What did you ask?

              I just asked for protection

              But I've been surrounded by demons

              Wife waters and cheating husbands

              Not a shaman,

              Just another lost one

              I put some miles on these runners—

              I clocked in 20 of em since the sabbath

              Give or take

              Or give

              Or take

              Or

              I'm not doing my job

              If Shazam isn't on

              I'm not doing my job

              If I never show up

              Just to run

              And the show must go on

              But if I want to try Juliard

              I have to work harder

              I have to hope for alone

              I had to apologize to my body

              I got depressed when my son went back to his father

              Back to alaska

              Where it all started

              —I still think about Jimmy Fallon when I'm holding a fart in.

              What do you cal that?

              A comic relief.

              (Or a con man)

              Sorry, I got off track

              When I got what I wanted

              I bought it all back at the pawn shop

              Just from a deposit

              On a long haul

              I'm the wrong one to fuck with

              By a long shot

              Fuck it,

              When I walk off,

              The show starts

              And after,

              An encore

              (Of four of em)

              My DJ brain's back on

              I gotta get to work

              I gotta get a job

              I gotta learn to twerk

              I should smoke more

              I gotta show em what I've got

              Never—ever tell God you're bored.

              GOD

              What's that?!

              NOTHIN

              SUNNI BLU

              Somebody tell these hoodlums crocs ain't shoes!

              I see you stomping through the ghetto

              With some slippers on

              In a rain storm

              What the fuck is going on

              Trash on the floor

              Your asses are done

              FORE!

              (Meanwhile, at some golf course

              The landlords are making sure

              If there are more of us,

              We're all dumb)

              I'm only suicidal

              When the lights are on

              I'm only suicidal

              When the night is gone

              It's back to morning

              Busses full of strangers

              On their cellulars

              I pray to God

              To stop the coughs

              She must be deaf or something

              GOD

              What.

              Or it's just Illuminati

              Gotta run to even be a thought

              I've been forgotten in the dust

              I never ever had a brother

              Like the one I've got

              (The sun I'm under)

              I'll never ever cry under the moon,

              I promise

              I'll never wonder if he's coming soon

              The answer was never

              But I used to wonder

              I used to have friends

              They used me

              I got used to being humiliated

              I got used to being inhuman

              Negative—negative.

              I guess it's back to deadmau5 24 hours a day

              I'll never sleep again

              But that was a vacation for the ages

              I got on a plane, went to bed

              And never got up

              —we didn't get far from the ground

              There's no room for error.

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              George Washington

              John Adams

              Thomas Jefferson

              James Monroe

              Nope, can't for the life of me remember the 5th

              Oh shit, I was wrong

              Turns out, my memory only can hold three.

              That's a good number

              I really wish you'd stop just–showing up like this.

              I never leave.

              Then go away.

              I live here.

              I know you'd like to think that, but–



              Okay, I'm going to tell you something but I need you to remain calm.

              What time is it?

              I don't care

              Are we gonna make a movie?

              Depends; is it gonna make me money.

              FINE.

              I don't need anymore information about anything else: only these three.

              Are you serious?

              I wish I wasn't.

              I need you to do this.

              Look, Timmy–I'm not really into grantng wishes anymore. It always blows back on me.



              A blowjob.

              Uh huh.

              That's why you're bothering me.

              I–would rather you just pick up the call.

              Take a message.

              I like ‘em like this.

              I like ‘em like that.

              I like ‘em like this.

              –and I like ‘em like that.

              And I like ‘em like this.

              –and I like ‘em like that.

              Mmm like that.

              Like that.

              I like ‘em like this.

              I like ‘em like that.

              I like ‘em like this.

              –and I like ‘em like that.

              And I like ‘em like this.

              –and I like ‘em like that.

              Mmm like this

              Like that.

              Like —

              _____

              The urge to eat had suddenly left me

              I wanted a burrito,

              (But I want to eat red meat)

              I've gotta stop thinking in sequences and parentheses

              Complex lines, and writing in past tense so presently.

              I probably should eat

              (But probably shouldn't…)

              I'm starting to bleed;

              As if i'd been fasting

              Perhaps, though I had been

              But had so indulgently feasted

              On calories enough to last me

              Till after today

              (or even till next week)

              PAY ATTENTION.

              Woah, to WHAT.

              Holy shit, I knew this dude was a psychopath but.

              This is real.

              ARE YOU SEEING THIS.

              I “see” it.

              I should stop meditating in public.

              You see this? I know everything about you.

              Why?

              I bought it on the internet.

              What is it.

              Metadata.

              That's…flattering.

              Yeah.

              Wake up.

              Why, where are we going?

              Atlanta.

              What's in Atlanta?

              You see this?

              Yes.

              Do you know what it is?

              Uh, it's a–

              What is it?

              It's a doll.

              It's not a doll.

              Oh, it's not.

              Gimmie a dollar.

              -_-

              It's a poppit.

              “Dr pimple popper”

              Ew that's fucking gross.

              I hate this.

              Let me see.

              Does s/he have backne?

              Yes/No.

              Great, i'll take it.

              Fuckit.

              Okay, I got to “whatever”.

              You went too far.

              What? I thought I was supposed to go past “fuckit”

              Yeah, you go past fuckit,

              I did that!

              But if you get to “whatever”, you've gone too far.

              You've gotta go back.

              Back to WHAT. There was almost no space between “fuckit” and “whatever”

              Oh trust me. There is.

              So?

              This is how he's been controlling you.

              And?

              And!?

              Has it ever occurred to you that I want to be controlled?

              What!

              That it just takes the right person to get that kind of permission–

              permission to what

              Permission to ride.

              …

              Maybe I gave him the reigns.

              What horse “gives” its rider the reigns.

              Who said anything about a horse?!

              Another Horse Mix.

              Nice.

              fuck .

              FYCK.

              I told you.

              You know what…
              Maybe that's my poppit.

              What.

              Maybe.

              I'm so confused.

              Oh, good–the reversal spell worked.

              You did a reversal spell on me?

              Only after I found out what spell you put on ME–FIRST.

              Yeah, except I wasn't the first one to use that spell on you.

              EXACTLY. COPY-CAT.

              Moo.

              Aww.

              I'm a cat.

              …

              *face*

              I mean “meow”

              That's right. Cat.

              …moo.

              *face*



              THE WORLDENDERZ are a secret band of superheroes—their secret identities include the various roles on the overnight shift at a popular chain of super-gyms, Las Vegas Athletic Club—

              “The Night Shift “

              A miniseries

              The Night Shift is a mockumentary style miniseries which follows the secret identities of a band of superheroes in their day-to-day working the graveyard shift at LVAC; before forming The a world Enders, they comedicly attempt to mask using their multi dimensional and extraterrestrial superpowers, each unknowing that they are all respectively some of the most powerful beings in the universe, however, after SUPACREE is spotted by a mole from one of the various agencies tracking her, a plan is hatched to turn the unwittingly suspicious and mysterious strangers into an intergalactic multidimensional task force, forming the WORLDENDERS.

              It's WORLDENDERZ.

              Yeah, that's what I said.

              With a Z.

              No, that's stupid.

              YEAH IT IS.

              DO IT.

              Alright—

              WORLDENDERZ

              The World Enders are an elite task force of super-powered extraterrestrial hybrids developed to aid in post-apocalyptic recovery and planetary regeneration after imminent doom in other worlds as well as parallel realms and realities.

              They all share a multitude of each other's powers, some carrying variations of respective powers and abilities, which include telepathy, invisibility, teleportation, invisibility, and super speed/strength, but also each have a set of specific special abilities unique to their individual selves. All gifted shapeshifters, they use these skills to cloak their true hidden talents and ulterior motives—though no players intention ever goes against the grain of the greater good.

              MELLO

              Gift of gab. A demon slayer and chaos magician, who uses her bubbly personality and friendly demeanor to mask her dangerous and destructive rage—which actually summons previously-slayed demons, to use against the enemy in attack. Special Ability/Secret Power: The Power of Jesus Christ.

              THE ORANGE JULIUS

              Turns junk food into nuclear energy; sometimes glows (bright neon orange) in the dark—he also makes incredible smoothies, which, if consumed, transmits some of his nuclear power to its consumer.

              UNC

              A demon slayer, who uses his shape shifting ability to appear in his 20s, but is actually 75.

              QUASIMODO

              Brings inanimate objects made from planetary or organic materials into living form, usually used for repopulating planets where a mass extinction has occurred.

              DOCTOR OSBORNE

              Doctor Osborne is paying off his medical school debt by secretly working a night job across town at a nearby gymnasium—he spends his other 16 hours as a brain surgeon, using his superpowers to save lives by performing miracles during operations in which the survival rate are slim to none; this accounts for his beyond tired and lackluster behavior during his time at the gym—however his certain onset narcolepsy is often a conviniéndote key to success in many of the world Enders missions.

              ORION

              “A real nigga”

              A world builder and extremely gifted seer with immense telepathic and telekinetic capabilities.




              Copyright [The Festival Project] 2022

              C.C.S. Monroe

              AKLA, Inc.



              Everyone Is At The Event, Where Everything Happened.

              She broke everything in my house.

              Everything?

              Ev-er-y-thing.

              Hah, I broke all of his stuff.

              All of it?

              Everything, dude.

              Hehe.

              All of it.

              No, Like--Literally, Everyone, Ever.



              What did you do to this girl?

              _

              EXCEPT…

              I don't get it. She hates Dillon Francis.

              She does— hate Dillon Francis.

              So why would she go to this?

              [They enter simultaneously.]

              YOU!

              YOU!

              [They charge.]

              EH.

              [She--

              —-

              I don't get it, how do I write about magic?

              I don't know, just say what it looks like---

              Cut To:

              Staring at Skrillex.

              [It's...an anomaly.]

              Yeah, she's just been staring at it, I think for…

              Doesn't matter how long, dude--she's gonna get stuck in it.

              OF course she's gonna get stuck in it, she doesn't know who built it.

              ...who did this…?

              “The World Builders”

              [Staring at Skrillex.]

              [It's...an anomaly.]

              Yeah, she's just been staring at it, I think for…

              Doesn't matter how long, dude--she's gonna get stuck in it.

              OF course she's gonna get stuck in it, she doesn't know who built it.

              ...who did this…?

              “Think about it; What would you do that would leave a profound effect on Skrillex.

              I've...been...trying to figure that out, maybe.

              Pi.

              Look, it's S U P A C R E E.

              Oh shit, these are DIRECTIONS.

              To WHERE, tho?

              Dude, I have something to tell you.

              What.

              It's bad.

              Why, what happened?

              It's... look, no one else can know about it, okay?

              Okay...

              Oh shit, she's a Trance artist now?

              Trance? I don't know how to make trance.

              This one time, I held my breath meditating to it, and I just--

              Just what?

              —-

              That's it. It just ended.

              What?

              Yeaaauhh dude. I don't fuck with Skrillex. For a lot of reasons.

              …

              I think I might be a writer.

              Oh no.

              She's a writer.

              Oh, no.

              Oh, NO. I am not touching that with a $10,000 dollar paycheck!

              $!0,000--what the fuck am I gonna go with $10,000?

              ($10,000 is the rich people equivalent of $10)

              Yo. Poor people will do just about anything for $10.

              What? No, they won't.

              Yes they will--hey--watch this. Hey!

              [guy looks] I'll give you $10 to hop across the street on 1 foot.

              D1- He just does it

              See.

              D2- Does it, gets hit by a bus.

              See. That guy died. For $10.

              D3- Does it, gets hit by a bus; but is S U P A C R E E and resurrects instantly, then comes back for vengeance, capturing 2 more.

              What, she has their souls?

              Hearts and Souls.

              Goddamn.

              (Literally)

              Well, I told you Jesus quit, right--?

              Yeah, he's...he left.

              So you swim into port that has a boat.

              A boat--

              Then you get on the boat.

              Get on the boat.

              That boat is going to take you to another boat.

              Okay, another boat.

              I TOLD YOU THERE WAS ANOTHER BOAT.

              YOU DIDN'T”T TELL ME THE FIRST ONE HAD TO SINK, TO BOARD IT.

              Oh, yeah, well--duh.

              So then--on the second boat--

              Well, it's more like a really big Ferry

              (It's a monstrous cruise ship)

              Yeah, that shit made groove cruise look like...what the poor people equivalent of groove cruise?

              There is no “poor people equivalent”

              Well then--how do poor people rave on boats?

              They don't.

              That doesn't seem fair.

              Yeah--where's the equality?

              There's no such thing as equality in poverty!

              Actually--

              HAH. THEY CALL IT “GOD'S COUNTRY”

              I'm not taking responsibility for this. I didn't do this.

              “IN GOD WE TRUST”

              NO, that just means; the trust is empty.

              It's empty.

              This...this used to be a reservoir.

              It still is...a reservoir.

              Of water.

              Oh.

              It's a “Christian Nation?” Christian? What's a Christian?

              It's--

              NO.

              Jesus, listen.

              NO. YOU LISTEN: FUCK. THAT.

              FUCKTHAT.

              Oh, he was mad.

              He was pretty mad.

              He still is, mad.

              He is, pretty mad.

              Dad, what happened?

              It doesn't matter, it just had to happen.

              Why did it ‘have' to happen?

              If you have even to ask; I don't have an answer.

              Ogh, dude.

              I know.

              It's almost time to go back to work.

              I know.

              Oh, my God.

              I know.

              How long have we been in this Void--it's so random.

              [The whole #SQUAD is on Watch.]

              Hm. What is this?

              [A look]

              Can I have some?

              [Another look.]

              I like it. I want it.

              [The Look.]

              I'mma try it out.

              OK.

              __

              Ask Him! He knows!

              How to get to Skrillex? (still censored)

              Yes--you know. He knows. You know, right?

              I don't know.

              What?

              I--?

              IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

              (It didn't happen.)

              Fuck.

              NO dude, I found it--I just don't remember how…

              Do you remember when?

              Ah, I remember my first Skrillex.

              I don't.

              Oh My God dude. Flip Flops?

              Yes, my feet are killing me.

              Skrillex is in 10 minutes.

              Actually, 9. The Hotel is 7 minutes away.; The car is parked in Valet; If we leave now, we can make it back by the time it starts, I swear.

              You SWEAR?

              __



              Ooh...Beyonce...I like her.

              We all like her.

              Give her something nice.

              Nice.

              Very nice.

              Very nice. What do you want her to dress as?

              Oh her? ...she can come as herself.

              [the next part]

              Yo FUCK the Met Gala; I'm going to THIS shit.

              What? You were invited? I want to be invited! How did you get an invite?

              ((Oh, you can't write that))

              Damn right I won't.

              Lol, she had her dress as Beyonce.

              That's cold.

              She stole Umbrella!

              She stole it first! It wasn't even written for her--!

              It wasn't written for anybo--

              Actually, it was written for ME.

              Oh yeah, huh.

              Why does this song have 32 writers on it?

              What the fuuuuckkk...

              What.

              We have Skrillex.

              Skrillex. How did you get a Skrillex?

              Just--Skrillex.

              “Just Skrillex”?

              The Original.

              Oh, shit. The Original Skrillex.

              Like, the first one?

              First one ever.

              Where the fuck is my Skrillex?

              I didn't take it.

              STFU “didn't take it”--Where the fuck is my Skrillex?

              Oh what--Skrillex? We have Skrillex!

              You do?

              Of course we do! It's paradise.

              Oh, wow.

              Oh, wow.

              If that man sits at a piano, I will pass out...

              Oh wow, he plays piano...hmm.

              I will faint.

              How did he DO this?

              This Volcano emits *this* frequency.

              Ah, try this--

              Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites. Oh. I know this one.

              Do you?

              Yeah!

              Bruh. I'm about to take a lot of drugs right now; I'm just calling to tell you that I love you.

              What happened?

              Nothing happened. I'm just like this now.

              What's that?

              Nothing!

              What is it?

              Nothing!

              It's Skrillex, isn't it.

              I don't get how he DID this.

              Someone give this man an honorary doctorate.

              Think about it like this; if all this is happening to you, and you have--

              --No Grammys--

              --and he's got--

              --Eight Grammys.

              Eighth Grammys, really? Damn, what the fuck.

              I know, right?

              Right. So. If he has eight Grammys--and you have none--

              --zero Grammys--

              --and you're experiencing this right now--

              Damn, what the fuck happened to him?

              She shat in my Grammys.

              What! All Eight of Them?

              YES.

              I didn't shit in his Grammys.

              You didn't?

              NO!

              Well, that's good, because--

              I hired other people to shit in his Grammys.

              What?

              Best $80 I ever spent.

              Why are we terrorizing Skrillex?

              He started it.

              He did start it.

              See, this is why I like him--he doesn't ask questions.

              What? You hired 8 different people to shit in his Grammys.

              Yeah!

              Dude, that is disgusting!

              Dude.

              You hired three different photographers to take professional photoshoots of my dick.

              Look; These were all done on location; we went to Catalina...it was kind of cold though--

              WHAT THE FUCK.

              Dude, this is like 9 lawsuits.

              Well, actually, one of them is a Class Action, so that's actually like a dozen actual complaints rolled into one; I don't know why they do that.

              {SupaCree has arranged literally “many seats” for both Skrillex, and Dillon Francis.]

              {Sweet Brown's Monologue:

              Well, Sweetie, I'll tell you what; That's a tough way to go. I'll give you one more go at it; and

              She Stole All of our Music!

              All of it?

              NO! Just the HITS!

              (awws)

              ‘ATROCIOUS C' ? What the fuck is THIS?

              Hmmm Atrocious C and the--

              Wait--what was it called again?

              Oh shit. Black Jack Black.

              That was it.

              Right?

              Yeah, that was the original joke, I think.

              You think?

              Yeah, I think--But then I remembered Atrocious C

              Wait, Atrocious C was a real thing?

              YEAH dude, it was my cover band in college.

              COVER BAND IN COLLEGE?

              YEP.

              Black Jack Black Jack Black.

              Oh no.

              Yep, he was there.

              Remember that $10,000 I gave you yesterday, and you said you didn't want it?

              Yeah…

              I need it back.

              No.

              What? You said you didn't want it!

              Yeah, then you made me take it anyway, so I spent it!

              Well, what'd you spend it on?!

              Dude, where are we going?

              If I knew, then it wouldn't be an adventure!

              Please, no Skrillex.

              PUMP THE SHIT.

              Dude, is that Skrillex?

              Go the other way.

              What? Why?

              TURN AROUND .

              Seriously, what was that?

              TURN AROUND.

              “Turn arouuund”

              She wrote the whole...movie.

              What the fuck is a “movie”?

              I should record this.

              “record” ?

              OK, FIRST OF ALL.

              Skrillex has Magic Powers.

              SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHUTTHEFUCKUPPPPPP.

              Wow, 14 Pages.

              What...language is this...

              -It's In English

              -It's in Skrillex.

              YOU KNOW I CAN'T READ--

              Ugh, yeah, I can translate this.

              It's alphanumeric..

              You algebraic motherfucker.

              Damn. Is he still over there?

              Yeah.

              Goddamn.

              ….

              Goddamn.

              Hey. Uh. Come in.

              ...it's nice in here.

              It is.

              ...did you take out a wall?

              Window.

              Oh. Okay.

              Yeah.

              Where's Dillon?

              Oh, he's... chillin.

              {Dillon Francis is sleeping like a--

              No dead baby jokes.

              I wasn't going to make a-

              [He's laid out, alright.]

              How long has he been sleeping like this?

              ...I don't know...awhie.

              How long's “awhile”? We've been trying to call him.

              I know. I have his phone…

              That explains the inspirational breakfast messages.

              What? I stopped getting mine!

              I found your preceding messages to be in bad taste.

              CUT TO:

              Everyone is laid out. She is going through their phones.

              Woah. This is a lot of tits.

              So many tits.

              Tits. Tits. Tits. Oh hey--look at these.

              Oh, I don't like that. What is that?

              CUT BACk:

              Oh, you saw that…?

              I saw that. And I deleted that. And I blocked your number.

              (shamefully) Oh.

              On everyone's devices.

              What the fuck.

              Permanently.

              Oh.

              Yeah...You should go, now.

              [Does]

              Dude, she has me carrier locked with every provider in the united states; I had to get a burner just to try to get through to all of my contacts everytime I try to make call it somehow gets intercepted.

              Hahah. he had to get a burner. Haaaah.

              wow , you really did it this time.

              Now I can listen to their calls.

              What? That's impossible--

              NO IT ISN'T dude. I don't know how she's doing this--it's like every time I--HELLO?

              --What? Hello? Hello? Hm.

              Haaah, I disconnected them.

              Dude, what are you doing to these DJs?

              FUCK THESE DJs.

              FUCK THESE DJs.

              FUCK THESE DJ'S. And that guy over there.

              Hey, who is that guy anyway?

              I don't know...he kind of looks familiar…

              Yeah, he does...I...I think I might have seen him perform once…

              Preform? Perform what? Music?

              …

              YEAH, HE DOES MUSIC! I REMEMBER. THIS GUY'S A DJ.

              ...I'm...not a DJ.

              HE'S A DJ. LETS GET HIM.

              What does he do?

              Who, that guy?

              [Skrillex.]

              I don't know.

              What's up, I'm “Not A DJ”---

              YOu should probably be careful with it...

              Careful with it.

              Be careful with it, it's limited Skrillex.

              Limited Skrillex.

              Mmhmm.

              Lets get it.

              We probably shouldn't.

              Mm. I feel like we should

              Dude, it's limited.

              ___

              Cosmo.

              What?

              You should probably stop drinking.

              Why?

              You're flying sideways.

              Alright.

              Try water.

              WATAAAAR!!

              __

              Dude, how long have we been dead for?

              Dead for?

              Yeah, man.

              I don't know.

              Yeah, me neither.

              She didn't make it.

              Didn't make it? What do you mean, is she okay?

              No, I mean--she's dead…

              WHAT?

              That's not ok.

              I don't get it, what is she doing?

              This is just how she does it, shut up.

              Yeah, but what is she doing?

              Skrillex!

              He's here?

              He's here!

              I gotta go!

              Get gone!

              Skrillex?!

              Yuh!

              Fuhck! If he's here, then i'm already late.

              Late for what?

              Pretty much anything, you name it.

              His...Name...Is…

              DON'T SAY ITl

              DON'T SAY IT!

              DON'T SAY IT!

              He's been sleeping for...several days.

              [Still Staring At The Sky} Who DID this!?

              Explain it to me!

              Explain it to you? I can't explain to you! Are you seeing this?

              I'm in it!

              Everything's in it!

              Bruh.

              I know, dude.

              A little man climbed out of my sub this morning, and I'm just saying---I don't know if I can take it.

              I don't know how I'd take that, either.

              I can't take it.

              There's just one thing you should know:

              What?

              When the bass drops, so do we.

              DROP.

              What did you do with Dillon Francis?

              I don't know. I can't remember.

              You don't remember.

              What did you do with that bitch?!

              I don't know! I don't remember!

              You don't remember?

              Noone remembers.

              Deadmau5: I remember.

              Deadmau5 Remembers Everything.

              This is why he is “like that.”

              WHY AM I LIKE THIS.

              WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

              I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T REMEMBER.

              So wait--Deadmau5 knows the entire story?

              well , yeah.

              Wait, which story?

              All of them.

              What the fuck!

              Happy Birthday!

              (he is canadian, so he is morbidly polite)

              Thanks.

              You're welcome.

              K.

              So.

              YAH! [they both draw their rave weapons]

              WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU?

              I AM IN “THE FUCK” YOU'RE “THE FUCK”, YOU DICK. Here's your gift. [She tosses it.]

              Oh, Gosh--this is... actually exactly what I wanted.

              I know dude.

              UH-WHO ARE YOU?

              I'm YO(U) .

              [They do not battle. He just accepts it.]

              Have you seen this rock?

              It's...not a rock, it's…

              Well, have you seen it?

              Yeah I've seen it.

              It's pretty sick.

              Yeah…

              (Delirious) Oh My God--A Tiny Man...with a tiny scythe….

              I am not a man.

              I'M NOT A WOMAN.

              ---he changed his name to a symbol.

              I'M NOT A MAN.

              “is _____________” a boy or girl

              I AM SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND.

              Oh, Jesus Christ.

              What dude. What the fuck do you want? What?

              Wait, you're...Jesus----Jesus-Jesus???

              If you insist on still calling me that, I told you ages ago...

              (to himself) ...that makes so much sense…Jesus…

              Hm?

              Hey wait--are you still--sleeping--kind of?

              *wakes instantly* Sleeping? Who's sleeping? I'm not sleeping!

              Chel.

              HUH.

              [they squint at each other suspiciously]

              WHO'S THE PINATA NOW, BITCH?!

              Oh, my God, Gerald! Get a hold of yourself!!!

              WHAT HAVE I DONE!

              WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

              Dillon--What have you done.

              WHAT--DID YOU--DO.

              Just...Voodoo.

              VOOOOOODOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

              (She's mad.)

              ((Oh, she's so mad))

              (((Mad, what's that?)))

              Bruh. She bleached my asshole.

              What!

              Yeah. And then tie dyed it.

              Trending: Rainbow Taint.

              Bro. How did you even find out about that?

              -creative ways you might find out, your junk has been permanently altered.

              What, it's PERMANENT.

              Dude, how Am I supposed to explain my LITERALLY Blue Balls?

              --I”M BLUE DA BA DE, DA BU DI__

              I thought it was “Da BU Di--Do-Bu-DI”




              Obblah-di, Oh Blah-da;

              Life goes on, brah--

              La-Da-Da-Da-Life goes on.

              I don't know. I might be a writer.

              She's a writer.

              She's a writer! Oh No!

              She's a rider.

              Oh, that's robust.



              Oh My God--It was that big?

              (Nods)

              You'd never know.

              ...I knew it...

              What did you do with it?

              I just wrapped it around my leg and tucked it into my sock, most the time.

              Oh, wow.

              Yeah. I had to layer, the tube socks.

              That's--wow.

              Yeah. I mean. When you're right, you're right.

              You're right.

              I just get confused about it when I see him in shorts now.

              [in shorts.]

              (she cocks her head to the side and squints, staring very suspiciously)

              (Later)

              We find that --

              Woah.

              What.

              This is ridiculous.

              It is. Skrillex is Ridiculous.

              It is.

              So wait. This dudes dick.

              Oh my God.

              Is so long--

              right

              He just opens up a portal to another dimension, so he has some place to put it while he's doing business--

              What is this.

              --So it doesn't get in the way.

              Lol. Pocket Portal.

              Why did you DO this?

              Who did this?

              SIR.

              STOP CALLING ME THAT.

              SIr, it was “not enough.”

              What?

              I don't get it, so he's like a psychic?

              Skrillex is a psychic.

              Mm. No. No, he isn't.

              Uh, yes he is.

              No, he's not. He's just from the future, so he knows what's in it.

              Oh.

              Which future?

              All of them.

              Wait, which human era?

              ...

              Oh, I've seen the movie.

              How could you see the movie, it doesn't exist yet?

              Oh. It exists.

              What? It does?

              Yes. And It is fucked up.

              Like, in a good way?

              just FUCKED UP.

              Bruh. I went to go see Skrillex last night.

              Oh shit. How was it?

              IT WAS FUCKED UP

              Like, in a good way?

              JUST--

              I JUST--

              I JUST,

              ADJUST.

              There. There it is.

              Adjust.

              I don't see anything.

              Veer Weest.

              There!

              There! Right! There!

              *gasps* Wait, I think I see it.

              I see something. Wait. Is that.

              Adjust.

              *gasp*

              it's moving.

              It is moving,

              It appears to be moving.

              I can't just leave it, they'll find it--I have to keep moving it.

              You can't keep moving it--the planet can't handle it. There are still humans on it!

              I know there are still humans on it, that's where I left them; but I can't just put it back, and I can't just leave it out here for the Inter--Galactic--

              Interdimensional--

              Whatever! I'm not just gonna leave it here for some aliens to turn into a trash planet.It's not a trash planet.

              (It's, basically a trash planet)

              It's a trash planet.

              Okay, well--it's my trash planet! And. I already annihilated--or, am in the current process of--annihilating all the evil soulless demon people-things. All the Bad Things.

              It has a lot of badness.

              Yes, but recently less badness. Kind of. And also less water. Everyone's thirsty now. But...I mean, we always were, kind of. Especially in LA.

              What is your process?

              This is it. Look. This planet--

              Trash Planet--

              Trash--Look. Its full of primitive species--

              OKay--

              And also other things that shouldn't be there.

              Alright.

              And it's almost dead. Or dying. Or...dead already.

              It's dead. It's a dead trash-planet.

              But I can't let anything [else] happen to it.

              --AND DEN--

              You caused an entire apocalypse.

              Well, they called me fat, so.

              Well great; What are you going to do with your dead post apocalyptic trash planet? You can't keep expanding everlasting galaxies just so you can stuff this piece of crap planet into voids.

              Aha-Ha.

              IT'S FUCKIN--AHA--

              W-Wait. Where did it go?

              Where did he go?

              Where did she go?

              How did I get here?

              How DID she get there?

              I've been looking for you everywhere!

              That sucks…

              Where were you?

              Nowhere.

              Like, the only place I didn't check!

              It was the first place I checked.

              You checked?

              Yes. He wasn't there.

              He's not in there.

              He's not on the lineup.

              I know how to get her here.










              ___Dude, I don't know how you did this! How did you DO this?




              Look, it's a long story.

              Well make it a short one.

              *sighs* Look. I was jumping up and down, during my set, like usual--okay.

              OKay.

              So I….dropped the bass, and then…

              AND DEN?

              And then?

              And then…(looks off, into the distance, for a moment) I went up, the bass went down; My dick went sideways, and forward--

              --sideways and forward, at the same time--

              >>>Yes. It was a lot.

              Yo. What's his power.

              I don't know.

              I know you know. Everybody knows you know. What's his power.

              Ask him.

              Dude, I know you know it; Just tell me.

              “Macbook Bro”

              It's Apples Take on Music Production.

              Yo dude, these are flying off the shelves.

              ___

              Dude. I jus' joined the mile high club.

              No way.

              Yes way.

              With who?

              Myself.

              Nice.

              It was great.

              __

              So you're telling me--

              I'm telling you--what I was told--

              That they put him on a helicopter in the middle of the desert--

              ---Black Rock City--

              Whatever--Burning man--middle of the desert--

              _-Yeah--

              --Right. And then flew him to--

              --”an undisclosed location”--

              --okay--

              ___

              Okay, I actually just had a few questions about the script…

              Go ahead,

              I was wondering about this scene with Skrillex.

              ...Skrillex? What Skrillex?

              It's...pages…

              No. It isn't. There's no Skrillex.

              He is introduced as a character in Act...

              No, Skrillex isn't in this.

              He...is...I'm...looking right at it.

              What page?

              Pages 45, thru…

              “45”

              Yeah.

              There's no...come here.

              What.

              Come over here. Let me see.

              [Does.]

              ...what master is this...

              The revision I got in my email this morning.

              From who?

              From you.

              WHAT?

              BRO. YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE WENT OUT TO THE DESERT--

              ---YEAH---

              --AND WE BURNED THAT--

              ---YEAH---

              MY ENTIRE STAFF GOT THAT IN THEIR EMAIL THIS MORNING.

              WHAT? I thought that was the only copy.

              IT WAS.

              WHAT THE FUCK.

              BRO THIS NIGGA.

              THIS NIGGA.

              NIGGA.

              Skrillex did A Skrillex.

              Three People Know About It.

              Skrillex is not one of those people.

              Woah.

              So. He doesn't know.

              He doesn't know.

              Oh, no….

              ...I just don't get it; I'm really sleepy.

              Well yeah...you are ...dead, so.

              What? I'm dead?

              Oh, yes.

              That explains it.

              It... actually doesn't explain anything. Do you remember what happened?

              Uh...I...Hmm.

              It's alright, take your time.

              What is “Time”, really?

              Ah, he's waking up.

              ___

              He's not waking up.

              He's been like this for awhile.

              What do we do?

              Call it in.

              Call It in and say what? Hey, we just Michael Jackson'd Skrillex?

              Technically, he Michael Jackson'd himself.

              Technically, Michael Jackson Micheal Jackson'd himself.

              Oh, shit, that's right.

              And 9/11 was an inside job.

              Well yeah.

              --so, we're white; it's not like we'll get jail time for it--

              Jail time--woah woah woah--

              We'll, we're also rich so--

              oh , oh yeah.

              Well, I mean --technically he's not--I mean--he's still alive…

              He's been sleeping for 3 weeks, dude.

              Right--so he's gotta be waking up soon, right?

              yeah . If you still believe in santa clause

              (Later)

              By the way, dude; Santa Clause, dude; He's--

              --What? He's real too?

              Really real.

              You really can hear everything when you're in a coma.

              I didn't send this! It was never supposed to--

              --Well. The studio likes it, they gave us the go ahead for everything this morning--

              Everything waht?

              Well the budget, expansions.

              Expansions?

              Yeah, for the dance scenes.

              Dance scenes?

              Yeah. And. Skrillex is on his way over to discuss the contracts.

              Contracts?

              Yeah.

              Skrillex?

              Yes.

              Skrillex seen this?

              Yes.

              Skrillex can't see this.

              He... already has.

              No.

              Yeah.

              (just shakes head, in harsh reflection)

              He likes it. He's doing it.

              He..likes..it?

              Yes. He's on the way.

              Now?

              Yes.

              Skrillex.

              ...Yes, Skrillex is on the--

              --BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF SKRILLEX--

              BYE.

              Where's SUPACREE?

              Nobody can find her.

              She just--vanished.

              --just vanished?

              Yeah.

              What happened?

              (Later)

              Well, I did mention Skrillex...

              --ohhhh, you told her Skrillex was coming? That explains it.

              It...doesn't explain anything.

              Actually, nah, that explains everything.

              What are you talking about?

              ...I'm not.

              Rezz knows.

              Rezz: Knows what.

              Exactly.

              Nigga you caught a Skrillex.

              YEAH BITCH.

              Throw it back!

              What?

              Throw it back! We don't eat that!

              What?

              Throw it back.

              Well, I went to Skrillex this morning.

              How was it?

              They destroyed it, it's gone now.

              Destroyed it? IT's gone?

              I mean--pretty much gone; it's still there--like you can go, but when you get there it's..there's nothing there.

              There's Nothing there.

              ...did you see that?

              What?

              [There's nothing there.]

              ...huh..did you hear that?

              What?

              [There's nothing there]

              Woah, who's his best friend?

              Looks like this girl is--

              Damn. She's hot.

              Hot.

              Feeling Hot, Hot Hot!

              Welp, retreat.

              Retreat?


              Retreat. We're not doing this.

              They're...retreating.

              Wat? Why would they retreat?

              They're turning around…

              Oh…

              And....they're gone. They left.

              I wonder why.

              DUDE, DID YOU SEE--

              I know.

              I was like--

              Yesss honey, I know.

              So yeah.

              Yeahhhhh.

              Now what?

              [They don't know.]

              What happened?

              They don't know!

              [Nobody knows.]

              Nobody knows.

              Skrillex knows.

              Wait. WHAT.

              Yeah, Skrillex knows.

              ...what? wait --how do you know?

              ...sometimes, I find out things.)



              >..about Skrillex?

              yeah ,man.

              How?

              Does it MATTER?

              ...uh...it does matter.

              How did you GET this?

              Doesn't matter.

              Uh. It DOES matter.

              I know he did it. I was THERE.

              What dude, you weren't there.

              Deadmau5: I was there.

              Oh yeah, Joel? He was there.

              So you remember that?

              Well, yeah.

              Well, I was already hanging with Dillon Francis, which was weird.

              --it was weird--

              So when Deadmau5 shows up in the middle of it, it doesn't really matter how fucked up I am, I'm gonna remember some shit like that.

              What? I don't remember that happening.

              Huh. So you must have blacked out first.

              Which means

              I WON.

              Actually, I feel like we all lost.

              --yeah, but it didn't get really weird, until--

              I AM SKRILLEX.

              Deadmau5: Yeah, see.

              Yo dude, this nigga is Skrillex.

              This isn't Skrillex.

              It's Skrillex.

              It's not Skrillex. I'm looking straight at him.

              It is Skrillex, dude. I know what I'm talking about.

              But you don't remember anything else about it?

              No, I don't.



              Dude. She bedazzled my dick and then did photoshoots with it.

              More than one?

              Three. One was on location.

              To DOctor: What? It's permanent?

              I mean--

              Well can I at least take out this barbell and change is for something less...blingy.

              It's got rhinestones.

              Uh actually, those are real diamonds--uh, you're welcome--and

              --AND--?

              It's not just blingy; It also has bluetooth.

              Bluetooth for WHAT.

              Dude.

              Oh watch this. I have the app installed on my phone, I just--

              Dude. What did she do to your dick?

              What? My DICK? Nothing. What?

              [They all stare.]

              What?

              It was--

              What do you know about Skrillex?

              ...Too much, actually. Why?

              Okay, then you make a Right on Time.

              Okay, now what?

              Make another right.

              Okay…

              Now, at the next light , take another right.

              ...On TIME?

              Why didn't we just take a LEFT on TIME?



              What? He should have made it; I know he left ofn time.

              Right road, wrong realm.

              Okay. NOw what.

              OKay, now hit warp speed; Because the Interdimensional Galactic Special Forces Patrol is going to start chasing you.

              WHAT?

              **ALIEN SIRENS**

              (AND LAZERS)

              THIS IS REALLY COOL!!

              Yeah, I know; but they have nukes, so--

              OH.

              Yeah, Run.

              RUN!

              RUNNNNNNN!

              Did you run?

              I did not run; i RAN.

              I RAN for my life!

              What. She's in IRAN?

              ...I RA...VE.

              PARTY?

              PARTY-PARTY.

              What am I looking at right now?

              That? That's just a Doompy Poomp.

              Why? WHY?

              I don't know. They just have them here.

              For WHAT? WHY?

              They just happen.

              I told you she was gonna get stuck in it.

              (And She did)

              Spiders are actually highly intelligent--and--rather humane.

              You know what, actually? I kind of like this.

              You're trapped in it, and about to get eaten.

              Ah...ok.

              OK? YOu're okay with this?

              WOAH! You were trapped in a spider's web? What.

              Yeah, once. I wouldn't recommend it, but; I guess that's what I get for trying to be a fly on the wall.

              WHAT DID YOU DO?

              I don't know how he did it, okay?

              What?

              Of course you know; you have to know.

              I don't know.

              You have to know.

              I don't. I just

              First rule of time travel: DON'T.

              Oh, that is the first rule.

              Skrillex has broken the first rule of time travel.

              The FIRST rule? He's broken EVERY rule.

              Should we let him go?

              We're gonna have to let him go.

              Wow, you fired Skrillex?

              You Killed Skrillex.

              “What, is he sick?”

              “No, fool--we're gonna kill him.”

              MUFASA MOTHERFUCKER.

              THAT MOTHER-FATHER.

              MOTHERFUCKER!

              How did he even get in through the--

              I don't know.

              Which exit did he leave through?

              He didn't! He just

              (whirring noise, spiral loop, POOF)

              What. Is his Power.

              I DON'T KNOW.

              OOh. SKRILLEX has POWERS?

              Of course he has powers.

              Of course he has powers.

              He's magic.

              Oh, yeah. That makes sense. I never thought about that.

              You Never thought about it?

              NO!

              Not even ONCE?

              NOOO!

              Not Even One Time?

              ...WELL, Now I've thought about it.

              HA! See.

              No! I don't “see!”

              I did NAZI that--

              Yes you did.

              I know how to get her here.

              HOW?

              HOW.

              Just put Skrillex on the lineup.

              I can't afford to get Skrillex on the lineup.

              Dude. It's simple.

              There's literally not one simple thing about Skrillex.

              He's got a HUGE deck.

              It IS pretty massive.

              I had to power wash it. Twice.

              ___

              Here. This shit is a girl blunt. I only smoke Gurl Bluntz.

              __

              I thought you were gonna have that thing removed…

              Actually, I kinda like it; it's actually--

              Oh.

              Yeah. Once you get used to it, it's kind of nice.

              When was the last time you went on Pornhub?

              I mean, I rarely--

              [2 HOURS EARLIER.]

              Hysterical Laughter in at least 3 Dimensions.

              (Actually it was 6)

              Actually it's 9.

              Really it's Twelve, though.

              FUCK IT--ADMIT IT: WE ALL LAUGHED.

              Oh, dude--I Skrillex'ed.



              I Skrillex'ed.

              I Skrillex'ed, I'm Sorry!

              Alright--I admit it.

              I admit It.

              ADMIT IT!

              I Admit it! I Skrilex'ed

              Drop the e.

              DROP THE BASS.

              Oh, my God.

              Ohhh, my GoD.

              Oh, My Gaaaahhhhh

              Okay. Did you see it--were you there??

              Yeah, I mean, I seen it--

              You were there.

              I was therre, buttt

              I mean. I was there.

              You were not there.

              I was...there.

              Theree? I'm still there!

              This motherfucker right here.

              I guess.

              I mean, I guess he's a Motherfucker

              Doesn't look like much of a otherfucker to me.

              *Motherfucker.

              Look at this motherfucker.

              Mother-fucker!

              Mucutherfuckkin...Motherfuck.

              STOP SAYINTHAT!

              WHICH THING.

              ANYTHING. JUST SHUT UP.

              …

              Where are we going?

              I don't know we're just...going...to get there.

              Okay…

              __

              DID YOU SEE WAAT THEY ADDED TO THE BASS PARADE?

              “Bass Parade?”

              Okay, that place is really cool.



              Okay. Now Once theHelicopter landson top of the Helipad…

              Okay.

              Okay so . Check this out.

              Okay.

              She actually pretended to hate you--

              “pretended ?”

              And then gained a following from that--

              I bet.

              --and then vanished all of these haters into an unknown void off the interdimensional reality grid

              HUh.



              (“Skrillex is doing a Suprise Set!)

              Man, Fuck Skrillex.

              [out of nowhere]

              Uh. Fuck you.

              Ummm.

              BEGONE.

              I don't know man People just keep--appearing in my Dungenon man, it's WEIRD

              --That is weird--

              I mean--don't get me wrong; It's a strange blessing and everything, and believe me--my dragons are happy as fuck--

              They're..wait, what of people are just appearing in your dungeon? Like--

              I think they're mostly evil people.

              Like no--

              No, like women or children, or anything.

              Oh, good.

              No, no, nothing like that.

              Wait.

              I thought a dragon was --

              (Explains land of dragons)

              Oh

              That's .

              Wait, Did Justin Roiland ALSO go to the future?

              Or was it_-- wait, who was that?

              Whose socks are these?

              Socks? What socks.

              That never happened.

              What didn't.

              Exactly.

              See. He knows.

              Knows--what?

              See.

              Bruh.

              Huh.

              Loose Lips:

              Sink ships, baby--goon; Tell me.

              Tell Me.

              Deadass. Just saw Charlie Sheen in that corner over there.

              Word? What was he doing

              Nothing. He was just being Charlie Sheen in a corner

              (Actually, he was up to some super serious shit. )

              Wait--like in a good way, or?

              Yeah, actually he's; He's there on PR, it's like a whole thing.

              Oh.



              So there's a DJ battle on the world of floor.

              Yeah. That happened.

              That did happen. I was there.

              You were.

              I were.



              oh , Believe me; I was semi-omnipotently present.

              Is that true? Are you at odds with Skrillex?

              No...I'd say we're pretty even.

              She photocopied it.

              “She photocopied it.”

              Oh God.

              Oh My God

              OH GOD.

              Should we...alert...Anybody, or just--

              RUN.

              RUN NGGA, RUN.

              RUN, SONNY, RUN.

              Oh shit--Skrillex is in this. Fahck.

              FAQUE!

              WHAT.

              Huh.

              When did you write this?

              I...didn't write this.

              Oh--that's crazy; you mean, I've been pretty much doing whatever the whole time; but I'm like--i'm sleeping?

              Well, I mean, you're dead, so.

              So wait--that happened after I died? Okay?

              Okay.

              Okay-- so what happened to him?

              Unh.

              Yuh.

              That's deep.

              OKay look; I'm gonna be landing later. If you see something in the Sky; please do not shoot it down? Okay? I'm renting this shit.

              What are you doing?

              I Shooting down a UFO.

              A UFO? DUDE. I IDENTIFIED MYSELF.

              UFO= U FUCKIN OWE ME.

              Ohhh--goddamn--

              okay.

              Dang dude, they really wanna see this fight.

              WHAT?

              What fight

              Okay, stay low to the ground

              Lower.

              {does}

              I mean like really low.

              Lower.

              [does]

              More.

              [they are crouching]

              Perfect, now

              --THE BASS DROPS---

              …



              You wanted Skrillex, Right?

              ..Uh...yeah, but--

              We brought Skrillex.

              OKay, look--how do I never, ever explain this?

              JUst DON'T.

              JUST.

              DON'T

              What the fuck dude.

              Well, now they're ALL on their way; Are you happy.

              ARE YOU HAPPY?

              ARE YOU HAPPY?

              ARE YOU HAPPY?

              ----------------------------------------------------------------- R U OK? -------------------------------------------------

              Uh.



              Dude...how did you get in here…?

              She came in through the bathroom window...

              I don't know.

              More importantly; how do you get out?

              She's stuck

              She's Stuck.

              She's stuck in a Skrillex.

              Oh, she is stuck-stuck.

              I'll go get it.

              DUDE--We launched her into another dimension!

              (What is this?)

              *Jumping up and down furiously*

              Oh Good, her phone is dead.

              Heh heh heh

              She's completely isolated.

              She came alone?

              I mean--what else was I gonna do?

              So. Overall: Who Would you say fucked up the hardest?

              -Definitely Skrillex.

              -Definitely Dillon Francis.

              Mr. Mr Television

              Is a sinister

              Public servant and citizen

              Mr. Miserable listens to

              Millions of visions;

              Sends them into ascension

              With his exquisite musicianship.

              Aww--so then what--they live happily ever after?

              What The fuck. No. They fuckiing hate eachother.

              Well, that was...arguably one of the coolest things I've ever seen.

              You, sir, are very crunchy toast on a cold, dry morning.

              Um. OKay.

              Without butter.

              (Sad face.)

              What the fuck happened to you?!

              What the fuck happened to him?

              I heard. He got his ass whooped by Dillon Francis.

              What. The Fuck.

              YEAH.

              When was that?

              Apparently at The Event.

              I was at that!

              So was I; I was actually at that stage; I just didn't see it happen!

              I would pay to watch that.

              I paid to watch it.

              What.

              Yeah, actually; We had the watch party at my house it was....

              It was random.

              Yeah. It was.

              Like, actually random. I've never seen anything like that in my life.

              HELLO?

              SKRILLEX DILLON FRANCIS!

              Oh shit dude, run.





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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.