[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

{The Suite Life.}


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Enter The Multiverse x Legends x LOSC x Acension x Deathwish x Secret President x Gerald's Workd x Tales of A Superstar DJ x The Suite Life of Sunnï Blū / The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū

...

did I miss something?

probably

oh well.

so far, on all these shows:

[The Legend Returns]

Really Bad Mixtape (Might as well get it out of the way now)

Killst_rr (Instrumental)

Sleep Deprivation Sequence

You're not you when you're not you.

Hoe_math

Exactly what it sounds like.

[UnderWorld.]

R-R 1 -rarity.

[i Come Undone.]

AtPLAY Live Mix

[Autopilot.]

{A Star Is Born.}





For fear of fire;

Best not to wander off,

With no back track–

Might have forgotten the rest, but

It wasn't a poem,

or part of a song

At least, not yet

Fuck man. I really want to sample this.

Can't sample deadmau5; he's a bitch about paperwork.

You cant technically say that.

I mean, I technically didnd't.

Just let your fingers do the talking.

Ooh, look at that one.

What are you doing.

Some online shopping.

For what.

A man-thing.

You're better off letting your back end

Handle the conversation

Then again,

When in search of a venue

Anything with the proper connections

And stereo systems

Will do in the moment.

What do you want?

To get rid of my hiccups.

That's it:

*huccups* yu-p.

Wow, that's–

Have you ever thought about just–

I've thought about just about everything–that's how you got here.

I'm gonna go ahead and admit–there's too much going on in my head.

It's a lot.

I'm gonna need a nap.

GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME.

*sheath/ swoard*

Is that the sword of skrillex.

Yeus.

Give it to me.

*stabs in thigh*

Oooh.

Not the balls!

fair.

Around the world we go

Around we go again

Here we are

Oh no,

It's the same song

Over and over

I'd like you to love to today

(I'd love to forget for a moment I haven't)

I know before long, we get older and older

All wrong,

It's the same one,

Over and over.

Have you seen my butt plugs?

NO! GROSS.

It's alright. I'll just pick some up on the way.

AGGH.

Better yet, can you just put in the order on amazon

AmAZoN.

Yes.

(I'm so happy Amazon has anal plugs.)

Please stop now.

You're being a baby about this–just-

You know what. Nevermind. I'll do it myself.

Please do that.

Siri–

Oh my God.

Alexa–reorder from Amazon.






Come on focus.

…hmm…now what was I doing?

A B L E T O N

*spinning rainbow wheel of doom*

…seems like it was something.

Come on….FOCUS.

Hm.

When's the last time you had a marshmello.

Flashback:

[BONFIRE: Burning The Skrillex]

*Also making smores*

CUT BACK TO:

Like never, I'm vegan.

PASQUALE

WAKE. UP.

Holy shit. It's you again.

It's always me.

Last time you were like 26.

Well, now i'm this age.

Wait, how old are you.

Wouldn't you like to know.

There's a lot of things i'd like to know about you, Pasquale, that's not even near the top of the list.

Speaking of “top of the list”--

I do have a lot of things to do today.

Oh yeah, what's that?

I don't know. A bunch of crap.

Speaking of crap–

This is a lot of speaking.

Happy Birthday.

What is this.

It's Captain Crunch.

Yes it is. What is it doing in my lap.

That's your lunch.

I–no, it isn't.

It is.

No, i'm vegan.

Well, that's the “happy” part in “happy birthday”

No…

Yes, actually.

This is –

It is–

Vegan.

Damn.

Jinx. You owe me a Pererier.

Shut up.

Or a LaCroix. I'll taka a LaCroix.

You're so LA.

I guess that makes you Beverly Hills–

Or Pacific Palisades. Is that Annexed.

It is “LA”

What else is in this?

No animal product…

“Yellow 6”

It reads!

What happened to yellow 1-5?

A whole story.

Yes, but not a whole food. “Yellow 6?!”

That's the chemical complex you need to find yourself in the right dimension. Exactly.

What's wrong with this dimension?

What isn't?

I'm in it! You're in it!

Like I said.

What–

Just eat it.

Ugh–

happy trails.

*disappears*

Ugh. I gave that dude too much money.

Fuck, what was I doing again.

Deadmau5.

Uhm, no i was–

Deadmau5.

Deadmau5.

OOOOOH> YES.

I KNOW IT'S YOU, YOU SLIMY MOTHERFUCKER.

Stop it.

YOU STOP IT. I KNOW IT'S YOU.

Who is it?

STOP IT.

Stop–doing that.

I know you're deadmau5.

I most certainly am not.

I know its you.

I have boobs.

How did you do this.

I did–n't.

That's right.

Fuck, what happened.

Nothin.

Now I gotta kill my stupid brother.

You have a brother?!

SKRILLEX. GET IN HERE.

Fuck, run.

I gotta go.
Go where.

Uhm. Somewhere else.

DILLON, THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE.

IT WAS NEVER FUNNY.

(It was funny to me.)

God does have a sense of humor.

AHAH–AHAHA–HAHAHA.

As it turns out, not the absolute best sense of humor.

Oh—he's okay! He's okay!

No, he's dead.

He's definitely dead.

But a sense of humor, nonetheless.

Fuck man. What did you do to Dillon Francis.

Nothing. I just got him drunk

On what?! Cyanide?

Okay, I don't even know what that is.

He's a corpse.

–but a pretty one.

C'mon. Be serious.

I can't.

Why not.

It's hilarious, kinda.

This isn't funny.

No, it's hilarious. He earned it.

He “earned” it?

Well, yes–

He is dead.

I mean, it's a long story; but he brought it upon himself, honestly.

“Honestly”

Please. PLease. Please.

No, I said.

PLEASE.

I SAID NO.

What's this story.

That's ten. I win.

Fuck.

DILLOn WAkE UP.

*smacks*

ahah.

I think it's working

I think he's waking up.

He's not waking up.

He must be. He's laughing.

He's not laughing

He said “haha'

*smacks*

haha .

See.

*smacks*

Mm. This shit smacks

HONEY SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKSSSS.

Oh shit, is this the 90s.

HONEY SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKSSS.

*slams*

GIMMIE MY HONEY SMACKS.

That's it. There's no more.

AW, COME ON.

Sorry, that's all there is.

WHAT.

But yu can have captain crunch.

I DON'T WANT CAPTAIN CRUNCH. I WANT HONEY SMACKS.

I'm sorry, there are no more Honey Smacks. You can have Captain Crunch, or Shredded Wheat.

GRAMPA

Shredded Wheat is MY favorite.

Ugh.

Mm. Honey Smacks.

I HATE YOU.

Be nice to your brother.

Lol. Everything about Dillon's eyes makes him devastating.

Who plays tiny Dillon?

I don't know. There are like nine in the script.

It shouldn't be hard to cast. We'll go to utah.

Fucking. I hate Utah.

WELCOME TO UTAH.

Nice.

Alright, well, what other grounds are there to cover, here?

DILLOn FRANCIS

I am not doing this project.

Of course you are–it's in your contract.

What contract.

The one you signed.

Which–no–I didn't.

But you did.

SUNNI BLU

I got you a drink.

DILLON FRANCIS

That looks fruity.

SUNNI BLU

Try it.

DILLON FRANCIS

*sips*

DILLON FRANCIS CONT'D

What's in this.

Just– drink it.

SUNNI BLU

Don't look at me like that.

DILLOn FRANCIS

Like what.

SUNNI BLU

Do you need a mirror?

DILLON FRANCIS

I–

SUNNI BLU

Look down.

DILLON FRANCIS

*does*

SUNNI BLU

*flicking nose*

Made you look. haha .

DILLOn FRANCIS

Wow. [takes drink]

SUNNI BLU
That's the spirit. But literally there's a mirror between your feet, if you need one.

[there literally is]

SUNNI BLU CONT'D

The floor is made of mirrors

DILLOn FRANCIS

*suddenly inebriated*

Oh wow.

SUNNI BLU

The whole club turns into a disco ball.

DILLON FRANCIS

*suddenly very inebriated*

That's–convenient.

SUNNI BLU

It is.





SHIA

DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS.

If my dreams were not just dreams, everyone in here would have a lawsuit against me.

A lot of us do.

Carry on, then.

SKRILLEX

BLAIGH.

Oh shit, its you again.

I swear to God, I thought I killed this nigga.

Are you sure it was him?

SKRILLEX

!!!!

No.

Alright, i've almost got it.

Almost got what.

This whole– thing.

Oh.

–and–it's gone.

Really, that quick.

I don't think you understand what's happening.

You're right, i don't understand what's happening at all.

Oh shit. I'm deadmau5.

Nice.

Fuck it, lets do some trolling.

Alright alright.

BUT FIRST, COFFEE.

Fuck dude, I don't think I should have anymore coffee.

Too late.

  1. deadmau5.

    ok .

    1. Deadmau5.

      Nice.

      1. D–0

        DOn'T D o THis, I'M WARNING YOU.

        ….

        If you open that portal, there's no going back.

        *opens portal*

        Now you've done it.

        *goes into portal*

        Fuck.

        *portal closes neatly*

        *facepalm*

        *entire series of cosmos collapse in the great distance–time begins to stretch and bend uncontrollably*

        Come on, just let me lick the balls.

        NO.

        I'll give you a cookie.

        well …

        OH my GAWD.

        What.

        Come here, you have to see this.

        What the fuck is that.

        I don't know.

        Should i pick it up?

        No, don't touch it!

        He picked it up.

        Oh, gross.

        What is this.

        I don't know. I think it's fanfiction.

        Who wrote it.

        Idk. somefangirl.

        Fangurl.

        FaNGiRls.

        Well, Hey, at least i'm not a groupie.

        OH COME ON, JUST LET ME SUCK IT.

        GET AWAY FROM ME.

        PLEASE. i'LL GIVE YOU $40.

        -well.

        NOW, A COMMERCIAL BREAK.

        Since when does this show have commercials.

        It doesn't.

        I want to talk to Jimmy Fallon.

        That's–not happening.

        Why not.

        JIMMY FALLON

        BECAUSE I HAVE A CONTRACT WITH NBC.

        There he is–

        Nice.

        JIMMY FALLON YOU MOTHERFUCKER.

        I AM A FAMILY MAN, OKAY.

        Is that like Family Guy? By Chance?!

        SETH MCFARLENE

        (with super long hair)

        *crossing fingers*

        I'm hoping so.

        JIMMY FALLON

        Not even close!

        SETH MCFARLENE

        *snaps*

        Dammit.

        Oh, I get it. It's like–The Cofffee run

        Which “coffee run”

        THE coffee run.

        We'll have to admit, it's probably the most watched coffee run of all time.

        Of all of them.

        You know what? Fuck it, fire me. I'm doing this show.

        What?! JImmy. Why on EARTH would you ever agree to something like this.

        JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER

        Because–it's my duty.



        Yo.

        You know that song that everybody knows?

        You know the song because everybody knows this song.

        It goes:

        Lovin you–

        is easy cause youre beautiful.

        do - do- do - do- do- do- do…

        Yeah. You know that song.

        But you probably don't know who sings it.

        I'll tell you who sings it.

        That song is by an artist called Minnie Ripperton.

        That's a mouthful.

        Yeah, one hell of a name, huh.

        Well, that's the lady who sings the song.

        It's Minnie Riperton.

        Now, let me tell you something else you probably don't know:

        Something I probably wouldn't know if I wasn't a DJ

        But i know this, because I'm a DJ

        AND

        MAYA RUDOLPH

        WAUT A MINUTE.

        What the fuck, Maya Rudoph, are you doing in my bathroom at 5 AM

        It's 1:15 in the afternoon.

        I'm a DJ. It's 5 AM.

        That's making sense.

        I know it is. What's not making sense. Is why you're in my bathroom drinking a milkshake.

        It's a strawberry milkshake.

        So it is.

        *slurps milkshake*

        *sitting on toilet*

        *slurps*

        What do you want.

        You want to know what I want?

        Apparently, a milkshake.

        It's a strawberry milkshake.

        OK.

        OK.

        OK so what.

        Finish the script.

        –What?

        Fuck dude, how does this song sound good every time?

        Congratulations, you've gone entirely insane.

        beep-boop .

        [DJ]

        B00p beep.

        [Music Producer]

        Beep-beep.

        0.c.

        Do not fall dangerously in love;

        Do not pass go

        Do not collect $200

        Or any of it

        For any reason,

        For any of it

        For any of them

        Just keep it pushin;

        Just keep it private

        Just hold it all in and

        Do not let go

        Do not fall in love

        Do not pass go

        Do not unload

        Do not walk

        Do not cross here

        Do not

        It smells like butter.

        But you're vegan.

        I know.

        Do you think you're having a stroke.

        God, I fucking hope so.

        GOD

        You WHAT.

        I want to die.

        GOD

        I thought i heart you right.

        You heard me right–a THOUSAND times. I want to die. Take me out of this life.

        GOD
        Not until you make dubstep.

        WHAT.

        GOD

        You gotta make a grammy-winning dubstep album.

        I what.

        GOD

        Or at least nominated.

        No, I don't.

        GOD

        Beg your pardon.

        I'm not begging.

        GOD

        What are you getting at, hon?

        Look; Am I not one with the source?

        GOD

        Uhm–you are.

        Alright, Then: everything is everything.

        GOD

        Yes.

        And everyone is everyone.

        GOD

        This is true.

        So i'm Skrillex.

        GOD

        Skrillex is Skrillex

        So I Am.

        GOD

        And I already won a grammy.

        GOD

        Like a bunch of them, right.

        GOD

        Uh.

        So technically–

        GOD

        YOu know what. I can't argue with that logic.

        This isn't ableton.

        No. This is Logic.

        What the fuck. That's not Serato.

        No, that's Rekordbox.

        What the fuck is this.

        These are CDJs.

        There's no hot cues!

        What the fuck is a “HOT CUE”

        This is not food.

        What the fucking sauce.




        I'm warning you, Pasquale. Get off my lawn.

        THIS IS MY HOUSE.

        Your house it is not.

        *House music starts blasting*

        *lasers* sprinklers* dancers*

        WHAT THE FUCK.

        It's voice activated, I just–

        How did you do this?!

        What.

        WHAT DID YOu DO. AND WHEN.

        I don't know! I just took the delorean, like you said.

        You were supposed to find Dillon Francis.

        I did! The problem was, when I found the right one, he was dead!

        What? He's dead?

        Presumably!

        What do you mean by that!?

        It's a long story!

        WELL, HOW LONG?

        SUNNI BLU

        About as long as my dick!

        WHO IS THAT.

        I told you it's a long story.

        Well, let me in!

        Sorry Pasquale. No Can do.

        What. Why not.

        Cause you're on a federal watch list.

        What.

        Yeah. Sorry.

        Wait…

        You should probably leave before the feds get here.

        What?

        Unless you want to stay and party on the lawn but–not recommended.

        This is bizarre.

        The police arrive, surrounding Pasquale on the yard–moving in to arrest him.

        WAIT.

        SUPACREE turns away from the window; inside, a room full of her aliases sit looking somewhat miserably;

        SUPACREE!!!

        [Pasquale is handcuffed and i dragged off of the lawn]

        SUPACREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!




        Careless, Acoustic–deadmau5

        SUPACREE pours a bowl of captain crunch, taking one colossal bite and sits down in THE CONTROL ROOM at a large computer console; inhaling from a can of nitrous oxide.

        I'm the worst DJ ever.

        SUPACREE places the fames deadmau5 helmet atop her head and begins working at the computer promptly, clicking away; Now is deadmau5

        I don't even know what key this song is in.

        MEOWINGTONS, Alive and well purrs and stretches, then settles atop SUPACREE/deadmau5's lap.

        This is insane.

        I don't know what's happening.

        END CREDITS. V. O.

        Lovin' You, Minnie Ripperton Carless, deadmau5

        idk how i'm gonna mix that.

        Trust me. Anything can be mixed.

        Anything.




        [When it]

        Turns out,

        The bottom of your heart

        Was the tip of the Ice Berg

        And the whole ship has [s]unk[en],

        [&] I[t]'s probably ice cold

        At the bottom of the ocean;

        I'll tell you where i'm from

        Why,

        I'll tell you anything for

        About one dollar

        Turns out,

        I've already got one eye on you;

        One eye'd sad heart

        I should probably roll out my art on you

        [I probably should not]

        One man bought a kiss,

        Another, a whole night from her–

        One man bought a whole farm

        The other, a Whole Foods Market

        –and you can't even franchise those

        Amazon's got a monopoly

        We were playing for corners of earth,

        All i got was some kandi,

        Subscriptions to candidly,

        Actually,

        I really liked the tree trial

        (I think i'll wait a week, sorry)

        When it turns out

        The world that you wanted

        Was actually hours already

        The dollar you got

        Was also borrowed

        And the money they wanted and got

        Was just actually stolen from someone else

        They bought all the food up

        And sold it for profits

        I promise this avocado

        Once costs nothing at all

        But you wanted that car for your daughter

        She's got a mercedes and don't even drive it

        My mom, on my honor

        Of all the garages in Lost Lands,

        I promise the owner of it was

        The first to go last,

        And the last to come home

        Now he's on his own alter

        And also the worshiper;

        How do you go back?

        Oh, you don't

        Oh you don't

        Oh, you don't wanna know that

        But i was of course,

        All of your rock bottoms

        It's bottoms and tops, and

        We don't let the top fall over,

        We're counting up crumbs

        And this muffin costs $24 dollars

        Pour a whole bottle of coconut water out on the sidewalks

        For the dead homies

        Not dead in the general sense

        But just in the head, the heart,

        And the soul

        The homeless are happier at McDonalds

        Than asking at crossroads and crosswalks

        For dollars I'd rather spend elsewhere

        I'll avoid the power struggle at operations

        for about 18 dollars and 56 sense

        (Please, keep the pennies)

        I'm feeling around in my 6th sense that there's

        Something indecent, or decadent

        Whichever it is

        Cause i'm better of with the memory of it

        Than actually dragging it in.

        –I'm a cat again.

        Ouch.

        Shut up.

        It HURTS.

        Of course it hurts, you just had heart surgery without any anistetics.

        YEah, but to be fair–that was a lot of acid.

        Yes, but lucily for you–

        –or, for him–

        Lucily for us, there's no lethal amount of acid.

        –Ouch–

        –Shut up.

        That we know of.



        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*

        Lookie here boys:

        What is it?

        –I'm leaving.

        Oh, you're gonna wanna hear this.

        What.

        I found the first “whites only” water fountain since 1962.

        Okay, what do you want?

        A deal.

        Oh, I'll give you a deal.

        Cash up front.

        [He presents a one dollar bill]

        Is this enough.

        [beat]

        Where are you going with this?

        Nowhere, fast.

        YO.

        What now, dude.

        SHE'S ONTO US.

        I doubt that.

        Look at this.

        I highly doubt–

        *gaaassp* Shenanigans!

        You know what I like about you, Ariana?

        Everything.

        Hah.

        Hm.

        You know how to keep a secret.

        I don't know what you're talking about.

        Exactly.

        *rolls eyes, flips hair.*

        Well, here's another one for you.

        –Another what?

        This is how my darkness becomes your darkness.

        I already have enough on my own.

        I know.

        You don't know. Only God knows.

        MOM!

        Don't ask me again.



        This is heavy, Doc.

        What is it?

        The soup! It's too heavy.

        Too much cream?

        Way too much! I have a meeting!

        Meeting with who?

        The Hollywood People.

        When?

        Soon–what time is it?

        I don't know.

        Dammit! Why don't you have any clocks in your house?

        I only just recently remembered what a clock was.

        Oh!

        Here.

        [God produces a small pocket watch and presents it to him; it's nearly noon on EARTH; But the two are sharing a meal of course in the famed kitchen of the Creator in the TImeless VOID.]

        Ah, Jesus Christ!

        He's not here…

        I'm gonna be late.

        Now, now; You know I wouldn't let that happen–

        [a smug look|

        Hugs and Kisses.

        [As they embrace, he disappears into a mist of light and stardust, fading away from the void and into the exterior world; he realizes God has slipped him the watch; he flips it open to reveal the time: it is now 11:44]

        Amazing.

        V.O.

        Now you won't wait so long to visit.

        [He places the wach in his pocket and walks into the studio]

        MICHAEL J. FOX has been asked to reprise his role as MARTY MCFLY many times before; But never for a project like this.

        ____

        Meanwhile,

        What am I going to do with you?



        [The Festival Project.™]



        YOU'RE DEAD TO ME!

        –I'm dead to everyone!

        Don't do this.

        You wanted to come to the other side.

        No, I didn't.

        We'll you're here anyway;

        Might as well stay awhile.

        With eyes like burning fire

        And saddles for the riders

        The horse begins to gallop

        (or the horses, rather)

        On the mark to beating drums

        To move them forward faster

        What the fuck is this.

        idk. Kx5.

        *-*

        !_!

        Here u go

        Wat is this.

        it's a dragon.

        Oh, thats nice.

        Ya.

        Whats it do.

        Idk. dragon things.

        ok.

        Don't put it in ur bathroom.

        Why.

        idrk.

        Hm.



        Hey.

        Ugh–No, Kaskade, go away.

        It's me, Ryan!

        No, Get out!

        I'm No† Ka–k (gags) –skade!

        Gross!

        It's just Ryan! I promise!

        NO. GET OUT.

        Lmfao.

        Right.

        This show is fantastic.

        Who was that.

        Fucking–Kaskade again!

        Are you sure.

        Ugh.

        Looks like Ryan.

        Kaskade is Kaskade.

        {shrugs] Dudes a creep.

        “Kaskade Ruins Lives”

        Is this the same episode as before?

        Eventually, yes.

        Wasn't I doing something

        Are you goona let this go?

        Um.

        Well I'm fucked.

        Why, what happened.

        Obsidian.

        That should do

        Unsobsidian.

        Okay, i'm fucked,

        Well, what's this?

        An Oreo Cookie.

        I mean, sitting next to it.

        Oh, its a portal gun.



        Raves are not just raves–

        A party is not simply a “party”

        –These big festivals

        –they're diversions.

        –DIstractions.

        Distractions from what.

        If you were supposed to know,

        –you'd know.

        it wouldn't be so important that you go.

        Why is it?

        These ancient rituals…

        It's occult magic.

        They've got it down to a science.

        The government funds this.

        The government funds everything.

        WoooooooW.

        It's not really a secret, if you can google it.

        ‘-complications.'

        I'm lost somewhere, gone

        HIppopatamus

        feeling quite off in the galaxies,

        galavanting

        Gazing at Daisies

        Aces and spades

        Gone from Heaven to Hades for days

        On the A–

        Adjacent

        Recently dismantling adjectives,

        Lampshades and matching curtains

        God it hurts, every day that I think about you;

        But how can i be about you when

        You don't even see me, do you

        Signature consignments,

        Wrong environments and irony is,

        I wasn't invited–

        –but invented it

        WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHRISTMAS?!

        BEcause, you're in a movie.

        WHAT.

        You're stuck in a Hollywood movie.

        The Master Sorcerer

        Of the Grand Illusion

        You just want it so bad

        You don't know what you're in for

        Inquenchable Thirst for knowledge

        Insatiable Sexual Appetite

        Great, now I have to explain myself.

        You don't have to.

        What's this space for?

        Oh, that's the red room.

        [The Red Room]

        Well, obviously, but–

        But what?

        What's it for?

        I don't think anybody should read this.

        HEY. Participation Only–

        Oh!

        No peeking!

        You ever feel like you're doing too much?

        Yeah, but not for money.

        Look, we have them surrounded. Our best course of action is to–

        deadmau5 .

        What? No–

        DEADMAU5.

        Well, are you sure it was a mouse and not a rat?

        It was a mouse. I know the difference.

        Do you, though?

        Look, I've lived in Mexico and New York City.

        So.

        In Queens.

        Oh.

        That's mathematically impossible.

        I mean it's not–impossible.

        No, it's not just impossible. It's mathematically impossible.

        Has it ever occurred to you that the DJ World in entirety exists outside of the realm of math and science?

        What is this.

        Just–enjoy the rave.

        No. What is this.

        Look at the firewoooorkkks! Woo EDC…


        NO. What is this right here.

        BEFORE:

        Hey, you still got that balloon?

        Yeah.

        Lemme see it.

        Dude, what are you doing?

        …I'mma go catch me a DJ.

        THIS IS NUTS.

        I can't feel my face.

        What do you call this?

        Collateral Damage.

        Look, I'm going to have to take frequent trips to the bathroom.

        ok .

        And–uhh–

        and.

        Uhh–

        Why did you call me over here.

        Cause i can.

        Look. this is not magic. This is not science. This is not “voodoo”

        Voodoo is magic.

        It's just music.

        W H E R E D I D H E G O O O O O

        I don't know.

        Fuck dude, I fucked up.

        Once again–

        Of course you did.

        What did you do this time?

        I might have evaporated someone with my fat fucking bass.

        Nice.

        Way to go.

        Yeah.

        Wait.

        Did you just say.

        HE JUST

        He deserted me.

        SO WAIT, YOU'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE?

        ALRIGHT, WHO THREW A ROCKSTAR IN MY TENT?

        JEFF

        Alright, lets go.

        WHO DID THIS.

        So what's this place.

        Lets not let this conversation resurface.

        This is a 21 Plus Event.

        What about VIP

        VIP is 25 Plus.

        What about that place.

        Sorry kids.

        [NO ENTRY]

        We gotta get in there.

        So then they wanted an Encore.

        Did you give them an encore?

        NO, i was already at my hotel room.

        Then how did you know that they wanted an encore?

        WHICH IS IT, THE WYNN, OR THE ENCORE.

        FUCK, I DON'T REMEMBER.

        Please, who stays at the Encore for EDC?

        Have you literally never been out with rich people?

        No, I literally just got rich.

        Oh, nice.

        So, wait, like–

        Here we go.

        Dillon Francis has just always been rich?

        Uh-huh.

        And Skrillex has always been rich?

        Yes. Definitely.

        And deadmau5.

        deadmau5 is Canadian.

        OH MY GOD.

        W E L C O M E

        I'm going to need your absolute discretion about this.

        Alright.

        Sign this waiver.

        …this is a…pretty heavy packet.

        I'll wait.

        I've never signed an NDA like that in my life.

        Lil' biiiiiiiiiiiiiitzzzz



        Can we just admit it's weird that we live in an era where “NDA” is household jargon.

        And like, everyone knows what it means.

        Everyone knows what an NDA is.



        I appreciate the sentiments

        Isn't it weird how it sets in automatically?

        Autopilot, go.

        Aww, i don't want to be Autopilot.

        You're on autopilot.

        I don't really have to think about it anymore,

        I'll have to sleep on it

        Wear a white t-shift,

        Hear the applause of the audience,

        Eat it

        You wanna know what I think?

        You want to know what I'm drinking?

        You know what I need?

        An Icee,

        (cause I see you typing)
        An awful Omnipotence

        A God of Mirages

        No more carbohydrates,

        I gotta get all thin;

        Forgot to acknowledge

        Whether or not i'm turning this off soon

        I are.

        I…”are”

        I are.

        Infinite Reality.

        OH. I. R.

        IR! IR!

        IRV

        I ARE.

        Suddenly,

        I remember the taste of talcum powder

        As If I were

        Moving backwards

        In time,

        Like,

        Why, God on earth would

        My mom let me

        try that,

        But if i'm honest,



        Fuck man, I hate deadmau5–

        There's just too much in here.

        Beep boop. I love deadmau5. It's so simple.

        What is this, MATH?!

        THIS IS AERODYNAMICS.

        WHAT THE FUCK ARE AERO DYNAMICS

        DId you mean what you said about that?

        I meant everything I said.

        Goddammit, fuck this, I was in the middle of a really complex poem

        In realtime, listening to deadmau5

        Having a partially out of body spiritual experience,

        Entirely fucking sober

        FACEPALM

        BLŪ

        8facepalming dramatically in frustration*

        NOBODY IS EVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN ANY OF THIS.

        beepboop.

        YO.

        Oh,

        I forgot my open form poetry,

        or my mom

        How my mom once

        allowed me to gnaw on talcum powder

        But who can blame her

        That was a hard one

        It was a past life

        And now ive

        Got

        Another

        One

        HOly shit what version of the cube is this.

        1D.

        What.

        You'll get it.

        Wait.

        Have you ever stopped for a minute to think–

        I can't stop for a minute, especially just to “think”

        [Literally stops for a minute to think.]

        No fucking way, uh-uh.

        Come on, man.

        No. I ain't time travelin' wit deadmau5.

        Come on–

        NO.

        –that someone else has already figured all of this out and that's how any of it is possible in the first place.

        Alright, i'm gonna need some mind-altering drugs for this.

        What are you doing.

        Voluntary Ego Death.

        I–

        Wait. Why would you.

        Get out of my brain.

        I am your brain.

        Take care, now.

        Holy shit, it seems like she's getting more evil.

        That's because she's definitely more evil

        ALRIGHT, I'M TIRED OF THIS:
        WHERE IN THE FUCK IS SKRILLEX.

        MEANWHILE

        INT. IN THE FUCK. DAY.

        *rings doorbell*

        AT YOUR MOM'S HOUSE.

        WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME.

        I'm not joking, that's…literally the answer to your question.

        Oh.

        Fuck.

        What dude.

        We gotta go back. I left the keys in the pocket of the guy I shapeshifted into.

        Are you serious?

        It's fine, he can't have gone too far, dude.

        What do you mean he “left the dimension”

        He entered a portal.

        He– wait, excuse me.

        A portal.

        A “portal”, dude?

        Yeah; a portal.

        What do you mean “a portal”

        A portal, like— you know, like a portal gun, but not a portal gun, just a portal.

        Uh huh.

        Excuse us for a second.

        What the fuck is this dude talking about?

        I don't know, man.

        Humans don't use portals!

        I know man.

        What the fuck!

        Well, wait—how do we know that guy is human.

        He looks human.

        Yeah dude but, we look human.

        Duh! Cause we shifted!

        Yeah, but, how do we know he's not a shifter.

        Because, dude, I know a shifter when I see one.

        Yeah, but—you know, what if he's really good.

        I highly doubt that.

        Why?

        Cause I'm the best.

        No, I am.

        Exactly, so we'd know if it was another shifter–cause we're the best shifters!

        Well, let's at least try to see if he knows anything else about those guys. They were together right?

        I hope not.

        No, not like that—like

        Okay, okay, whatever, let's just…

        Wait, where'd he go?

        Excuse me.

        What up.

        There was just another guy over here just now—

        He was like—you know—normal looking guy

        Tie die* shirt

        Yeah.

        Did you see him.

        Yeah, I saw him.

        Alright, cool, where'd he go?

        He left.

        What?!

        That was fast!

        Yeah, well…it happens.

        Are you sure?

        Yes.

        *actually is shifter*

        [as they walk away, the shifter shifts, and then vanishes into a random portal.]

        Awww, dammit,

        Now we're never gonna find this guy.

        Never say never.

        Whatever, we're dead.

        We're always dead.

        Yeah, but like in modern human slang terms

        Oh, yeah, that.

        Anyways, I gotta relieve this human's bladder. I fucking hate this species for this.

        It is useless.

        *enters portal potty*

        [

        Wait, whatever actually did happen to Dillon Francis?

        That's great, I was just getting to that.

        19 Pages. Nice.

        …no, 12.

        What.

        [11:12]

        Okay, I'm gonna kill him.

        Oh, I banished him.

        With my fists.

        Nice. Tits.

        Nice tits.

        Thx.

        Hey man.

        Hey what.

        Remember that smudge on the lens.

        Yeah.

        It just got bigger.

        … did you try vinegar instead of Windex.

        Yes.

        –IT'S NOT A SMUDGE.

        Did you try Windex with Vinegar.

        –IT'S NOT A–

        Shut up.

        I'm. So. Hungry.

        Look, do you want this, or not?

        Do you feel like any of this is a coincidence?

        Just quit, it. Dillon Francis.

        WHERE IS IT?

        I don't know.

        Lets kick this up a notch.

        ILLUMINATI

        What do you want?

        I want the full package.

        ILLUMINATI

        Okay, I'm gonna need specifics.

        How do you even get a job as a courier for the illuminati?

        [INDEED.COM | ILLUMINATI - COURIER- URGENTLY HIRING]

        Hm.

        It was a pretty specific list.

        I don't even get the point of a barbeque if everyone is vegan

        Well, The Mayor eats fish.

        Oh please, where is THAT guy the Mayor of?

        I don't know. We meet in the Matrix.

        This is for you.

        Oh.

        Do you like it?

        I–

        It's not a brothel! It's Member's Only!

        YOu BUY a Membership.

        Yeah. And WOMEN.

        HEy, MAN, YOU CAN BUY DUDES, TOO.

        SHHH.
        Oh no.

        What.

        What did you do?

        I gave her my credit card.

        The Heavy One?

        Yes, and–

        “AND”

        –access to the black market.

        Cool, I got it.

        Oh, another auction.

        Of course another auction.

        What'd you buy this time?

        A lifesize deadmau5 bobblehead.

        What are you gonna do with that?

        Wouldn't you like to know.

        Ok, gross.

        LIL BIIIIIIIITXXXX

        I love a good deamau5 show. He really does have the best fans,

        It's a comfortable, safe space.

        Very inviting.

        Everyone is happy.

        What the fuck, dude, this place is a sausage fest.

        Yeah, that's deadmau5 for ya.

        Hey, I'm looking for this shithead.

        Oh, that dude?

        Yeah, have you seen him?

        Fuck, I wish this never happened.

        LIL BIIIIITz

        If you don't know who deadmau6* is–

        GET OUT.

        Jk. but seriously this is easily the most devastating person i've ever seen.

        Maybe just to me, but.

        Are you sure that's the right guy?

        Yeah, that's gotta be him.

        Is he wearing glasses?

        Ugh.

        Oh wait.

        Damn.

        ‘Fuck, it is my sapiosexuality, I think'

        Even if it was perhaps an error, as I might have more than needed a new pair of glasses myself, just the thought of Joel in a pair of specables was suddenly and immediately the equivalent of Dillon Francis sitting down at a piano, or Sonny doing just about literally anything–and I realized, finally, that the most indecent things about myself were quite possibly only happening inside my own mind–

        Okay, my body does really weird things to this dude's music.

        Are you sure this is real?

        No.

        I love this.

        Just shut up and do your job.

        What a nightmare.

        PLease HElP ME.

        Hm. That can't be right.

        What.

        This translates to

        H E L P M E

        Oh, shit, I gotta go.

        Shouldn't you be working right now?

        I'm always working.

        Shouldn't you be working right now?

        I'm at work.

        Well, that was nice and all, but–I gotta get out of here.

        Where are you going?

        To shoot myself.

        Wow, that's one hell of a smile.

        Just–take it.

        I'm sorry, i can't accept this.

        What is even happening in this series?

        Like, a lot

        WOULD YOU KIDS SETTLE DOWN.

        *not settling down*

        *lil biiiiiiiitz*

        You know what I wonder?

        I wonder this

        I'm sober.

        I'm just sober sally over here.

        I didn't get sober.

        I just am.

        Cause i'd rather face the pain of this harsh reality with a bite

        than to dull it out and then wake up in the morning

        Or–just–whenever–

        To wake up whenever and be like

        “OH NO, THIS IS WHAT IT'S REALLY LIKE”

        And the shock of it is so horrible that I just have to repeat that cycle again.

        ‘OH NOOOOOO”

        *gets faded*

        “It's all goooooood”

        No, it isn't.

        But i choose to stay like that cause it's like a

        It's not even a happy medium,

        It's more like a

        median-medium

        But you know what?

        It makes happier moments more happy

        And shitter moments less shitty

        Because i don't have this like drastic spacial

        Augmented reality or like smoke screen of emotional apathy.

        I get to feel things way more intensely.

        I don't have to wonder, ever

        “oh , did that just happen, cause I was messed up”

        Or like

        “would it have happened this way if I was sober”

        At all.

        I'm just level–

        No false sense of

        Pretty much anything.

        But i do wonder, though–

        Like, for people who weren't always sober, and then

        GOT sober–

        like , what's the breaking point

        What's the tip?

        I always have to sit back and wonder

        “What did you DO?”

        Cause you know it had to be something if suddenly

        “I don't drink anymore”

        I always wonder, and it's like–

        no disrespect or anything thing but…

        I really wanna hear that story.

        lol .

        I know you don't wanna tell it

        (if you can)

        But wanna hear it.

        Cause from my point of view.

        IT's probably hilarious.

        I know. I'm a dick.

        Holy shit. What is that.

        Looks like pasquale went all out with the fireworks this year.

        …is that a penis?

        WELCOME HOME

        It's a giant dick- in-the-sky!

        GOD IS REAL!

        JESUS

        Look, so i've been having second thoughts about this whole thing.

        What the fuck man. You gotta stop doing shit like this.

        JESUS

        I literally can't.

        I know, but.

        Okay, look. I'm not writing any of that.

        You've gotta tell him.

        NO, RYAN.

        WELL, WHY NOT.

        BECAUSE, RYAN.

        WHY.

        DEADMAU5 ISN'T REAL.

        Damn, am I in here.

        Nice.

        Of course I am.

        Well, how'd that happen.

        This is like a sea of cellphones.

        Perfect.

        It was a red car;
        I wasn't all there,

        And if you want her,

        You can have her

        Fuck.

        What.

        I forgot the rest of the verse.

        It's ok. We gotta move on.

        No, I gotta go back.

        For what.

        For my fans.

        Aw. What's this.

        IT's a ceramic mug.

        Wow, that's nice.

        I made it

        Wait. You made that?!

        Yeah.

        With your hands?!

        Yeah.

        Why would you do that?

        For you.

        What.

        I made it for you?

        Like, you thought of me first, then you made it?

        Yeah.

        WHY?

        Cause i love you!

        WOW.

        Fans are awesome

        OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

        *Sometimes.

        *vomits*

        *dies*

        *godlessness*

        [Devastating DJ Moments]

        I don't get it dawg, all this shit is in your music particles?!

        “Music particles”

        UGH.

        what .

        That's it. Don't be smart around me.

        Uh. I'm not smart?

        No, that won't work; sarcasm is a sign of deeper intelligence.

        “Sorry”

        Stop saying that. This is America.

        S–

        Don't say it again. Apology not accepted.

        Don't look at me like that.

        Like what.

        With your face.

        *face*

        Quick: Say something stupid and random.

        …I like anime.

        Oh good, that worked. Thanks.

        Where are you going?

        Idk somewhere else.

        Really, that's it?

        Yeah.

        That's all you have to say/

        That's literally it.

        Are you seeing this.

        Yes.

        So what's the problem.

        Oh no, she's stuck in a loop.

        Throw the whole fan away.

        [DELETE]

        Did it work.

        Did what work.

        Oh, good. Cool.

        Wait.

        See ya later.

        Did what work?

        I wish i could just forget about this.

        Everything?

        Yeah.

        Look, this is between me and God–okay?

        GOD

        Don't drag me into this.

        You dragged ME into this!

        GOD

        Right. So i could get OUT; So don't drag me back in.

        Fuck, I remember this. I must have done something important here.

        Like what.

        Look, I love you.

        Great, now what do we do?

        Bury the body, I guess.

        *shrugs*

        Wait, what happened?

        Somebody dies.

        OKay, me first.

        Other Three:

        Who wants to go next.

        *still in shock*

        Fuck man, told you this was a long ass story.



        *Crying* I'm ruined.

        What! You went broke?

        No, i'm still a filthy rich millionaire.

        I thought you were a billionaire.

        I am I just *snifs* sometimes I forget that happened.

        “Sometimes I forget I'm a billionaire”



        I got to admit, man, I did it to myself.

        I'm not mad, or anything, but now there's just–certain things I can't do

        Oh, like what.

        Not that song.

        What, why not?

        You said “anything but Skrillex” this is not Skrillex, this is deadmau5.

        What's the difference?

        Okay, that's like saying “What's the difference between deadmau5' and my music?”

        No, it isn't.

        How is that not different?

        That's like comparing the music of Bach and Beethoven to the music of a tattooed hedgehog.

        You think I look like a hedgehog.

        No, it's just when I see you and a hedgehog I have all the same thoughts, turn this off.

        NO, i like this song.

        Seriously, Dillon Francis, turn it off.

        I'm gonna turn it up instead.

        I do not highly recommend doing that. Or at all. This ship has amazing subs.

        Should I bass boost this song.

        NO, PROBABLY NOT.

        Oh, why not?

        Dillon Francis, I'm warning you, stop.

        OH HOW COME

        BECAUSE

        WHY? BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE A HEDEHOG

        NO, BECAUSE I ALWAYS FALL ASLEEP AT THIS

        *DROP*

        [INSTANTLY FALLS ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL–ACTIVATES HYPERSPACE–

        PLUMMETS SHIP INTO BLACK –

        HOLE.

        ohhhhh .

        What a hoe.




        Nice, that's a whole episode.

        Well, here's a bonus scene or whatever.

        Shazam, what is this.

        SHAZAM

        …i don't know.

        What do you mean you don't know.

        SHAZAM

        *panicing*

        IDONNO

        WHAT DO YOU MEAN–

        SHAZAM

        IDON. NO.

        OOOOOOOOOOOO

        Is this deadmau5.

        I'm not sure.

        Sounds like deadmau5.

        It sure does.

        This is pretty

        Ooh. it sparkles.

        yeah , it's deadmau5.

        How does she KNOW.

        I need a deadmau5 machine like right now.

        I know where to find that.

        Fuck dude, everything's gonna be half-ass until I push out this album.

        You can't rush it.

        Trust the process.

        I can't focus.

        Oh shit, wasn't this in the last episode?

        Yeah. I'm still writing backwards.

        God, what is that, like a pipe organ.

        WHAT SYNTH IS THIS.

        Doesn't matter, I just need one.

        That's it. I know what I'm going to spend my Jimmy Fallons On.

        And What's that?

        V.O.

        OOh. Are we Montaging–to deadmau5?

        [MONTAGE: deadmau5]

        Nice.

        I love a good montage.

        I love deadmau45*

        AHH OH NO.

        I love deadmau5.



        I keep making typos and I keep forgetting to delete that parallel where.

        fuckit.

        That's the synth I've always wanted.

        It's on sale for $999 At Sam Ash

        But…you only have Five JImmy Fallons.

        There are only five special edition in this Volume

        The Jimmy Fallon 555's

        I don't know how many volumes there are, but this is the Volume I started keeping track.

        Fuck, man. I miss Equinox.

        It's just Eucalyptus.

        They also have an outdoor running track where you get the best ever view of midtown manhattan.

        How do you know it's the best ever view of Midtown manhattan.

        Because it's on a running track.

        STOP WHISTLING IN MY WHOOP=WHOOPS.

        The JImmy Fallon 555s are marked with the standard Jimmy Fallon in black ink

        With a simple side marker of the number 555 in red

        And also in red,

        a telephone number on the back.

        But–that synthesizer is One Thousand Jimmy Fallons.

        Yeah. So I only need Nine Hundred Ninety Five More.

        And of course, the Eye of Providence is highlighted.

        Also Standard.

        V.O.

        I always highlight that.

        Cause, you know…

        “Illuminati”



        These are fake.

        No they're not!

        They're counterfeit, sorry.

        No they're not!

        They're authentic!

        Why the fuck does this matter so much?

        You know. What is it with this dude.

        If it was a snake, it would've bit ya.

        It was a snake. And it did bite me.

        He's so increasingly beautiful to me,

        And I'm still in love with his friend,

        or misrepresented masterpiece,

        Progression of a monster,

        or procession of a superstar, but

        Something in the story sparks the thought of

        All we are is consciousness, of course

        Awkward in body, but of constellations

        Cosmos, It's not just a corpse;

        It's all got love in it,

        Absurd, and sipping carbonated syrup, but

        I'm just sitting in my stirrups,

        Here comes galloping a horse,

        Of course, it hurts to turn it off

        For just a moment

        And remember

        That i'm just a homeless,

        Stuck and sitting up at night

        Writing recourse, hugging learning curves in ableton,

        Curving curses, been reminded that I'm worthless

        In a thousand words or less,

        Or just another form of torture,

        Nothing said, but all that's done

        Another day another dollar,

        But it's not

        It's Jimmy Fallon.

        I thought this was enter the multiverse.

        Are you ready to go.

        No.

        A hand on my shoulder

        So paifully socially awkward,

        I grow stretchmarks, don't know what to call them

        But scars,

        But the uglier ones,

        I've thought

        Are invisible,

        Somewhat–

        To the naked eye

        Or just anyone

        Not tiger stripes

        But one, an eye of horus

        Carved above my right

        And inside my lip,

        (The bottom one)

        A raised scar in the shape of a sythe

        I probably died by the hands of a man named Starr

        So it's hard to shrug it off,

        And 555 is just a number

        But it's not

        It's another scar,

        It's a punishment

        For loving him.

        What's on the back.

        It's…a number.

        What number?

        A telephone number.

        What.

        Like a 1-800 Number

        Call it.

        I love deadmau5.

        Something about a big, giant smiling robotic mouse that lights up and sparkles.

        Why?

        I don't know. I'm like 5.

        I see deadmau5 i'm like

        “WHEEEEEEE”

        My hands go up in the air

        “AHHHHHH! YAYYYYY”

        I'm so stupid.

        It's so stupid.

        But you know what?

        It makes me feel good.

        I'm not gonna lie.

        I love it.

        And by the time I even figured out what deadmau5 was I was so late to the party that I had to make up for lost time.

        I listened to deadmau5 doing EvErYThING.

        Everything you could possibly imagine.

        Well–Except one.

        Wait, how long have you been cellibate?

        Forever, probably.

        Fuck, what happened in here?

        I don't know.

        Everything's broken.

        My head

        My heart.

        Everything.

        Get up, Dillon Francis.

        Fuck, what happened.

        You sent us through a black hole. And we crashed on a random ass planet.

        Fuck, that sucks.

        YOu suck, Dillon Francis.

        Ugh.

        Now get up. Everything's fucked up.

        SUPERSTAR DJ

        I'm a paradox.

        I've got a box of skeletons in my closet i'm not ready to part with.

        I had a heart attack;

        I had a heart once,

        But lately it goes in my pocket;

        Or my right hand,

        When I wake up

        From a dream land,

        From a long hug

        From a nice man

        In a t-shirt

        KASKADE

        This is God's PLAN.

        RYAN, GET FUCKED.

        800-799-7233

        Did you call the number.

        Yeah.

        What is it.

        [National Domestic Violence Hotline]

        Woah.

        That was a long bonus scene.

        Well, Now here's a PSA.

        AND A PSA?

        YES. A PSA.

        You know what the fucked up thing about all this is,

        The Legend of Supacree is a true story.

        All of it.

        ALL OF IT?!

        ALL OF IT!?



        YES.

        Even the part about–

        YES.

        Especially that part.

        Woah.

        Damn.

        I think i'm gonna be sick.

        Shut up, Dillon Francis.

        No, but seriously–

        This is the story of how I got my heart broken so bad.

        YOU RUINED IT.

        So, so bad–

        I HATE YOU.

        That i started singing about it.

        NSA, totally *not spying*

        …are you hearing this.

        Yes.

        ILLUMINATI

        Check this out.

        Another one down.

        And how when you start making music–

        What is this.

        it's hoe math.

        And that music actually comes from a really real place.

        WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING.

        really real shit starts happening.

        You–killed yourself.

        well , to be fair–I lost everything first.

        Congratulations.

        Thx.

        Here's a skrillex.

        WHT.

        Kbye.

        Really, really, really.

        What, the fuck Dillon Francis, crawled inside of you to live and made it'self at home?

        Idon'tknow.

        What is in this sauce?

        Just–kill him.

        What, i can't just.

        Just kill him, while nobody is watching.

        Please don't kill me.

        Shut up, man. I'm having a thought process.

        Okay, that's it. FUCK DILLON FRANCIS.

        That's the spirit.

        THAT IS THE SPIRIT. IT'S THE HOLY SPIRIT.

        Who the fuck is this.

        It's–Jesus Christ.

        Jesus Christ?

        Jesus Christ?!

        JESUS CHRIST

        i'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKER.

        Wait, are you claiming that the second coming of the messiah is upon us?!

        YES.

        Well,Technically, it's the third.

        And it's all because of Dillon Francis?!

        I

        Please stop this

        HATE

        Help

        YOU.

        Fuck, dude.

        I know, huh.

        What did he DO.




        The third?!

        How did we miss that?!

        Uh, you didn't.

        [HITLER, being HITLER]

        (he was mad)

        Okay, that's it.

        You can't write any of this.

        Uh, I can.

        I just did.

        Technically, I'm dead: this is just a voiceover

        It's an 80's style PSA

        You can't say Hitler was the messiah.

        That's offensive.

        Everything is offensive.

        FUCK YOU DILLON.

        I'msosorry

        NOTYETYOU'RENOT.

        Wait, whatever happened to Skrillex.

        SKRILLEX is waiting outside of the alleged home of SUPACREE's “distant relatives”

        Lol is he for real at her mom's house.

        well , to be fair, he's like–looked everywhere else.

        Ur right. That was a lot of dimensions.

        So. like.

        Fuck, i didn't even have that much coffee.

        It just goes on forever.




        [DILLON FRANCIS STILL HAS HOTSAUCE IN HIS PUDGY LITTLE EYES]

        Good. Cause if I see the pupils, i'm wasting him.

        You think you can do better than this.

        Better than this?

        Yes.

        Yes.

        Then do it.

        Alright, is the PSA over?

        No, not yet. I gotta say one more thing.

        What is it?

        Would you ever have done it,

        Or would you ever be honest

        If you had,

        Handed her a lesson,

        Or a stretch of the past

        From the present moment,

        My heart, and my mind

        And my lover

        I present you this honor

        From now on

        to nowhere

        I no longer…

        Want to be near you

        Or to know you

        Or to hear you

        Or to fear you

        No longer…

        Want to feel you

        Or to touch you

        Or to have you

        Or to hold you

        Or to love you

        No longer,

        I no longer want you

        Devastating,

        A song stuck in my head for a whole world

        I wonder how long it would take to go back there

        A room full of actors,

        A manager,

        Never a backpack to wear

        Just a handful of hats,

        One director,

        Eventually producer

        Just now a showrunner

        Look at how long that took.

        I had to wonder what auroras in the north thought of someone like Sonny.

        They showed me.

        Now I can love you no longer

        So much for getting acquainted

        Funny what age equates to in ageless

        An infinite wisdom,

        I dismissed him,

        Nor, would I believe that he ever would hit her, but

        Some might belong in such a category

        Though i carry the marks and the scars

        Of what my once- husband did to me

        –but no longer.

        I haven't a heart in the world left

        But a broken one, made of amethyst.

        Fuck off, Dillon Francis.

        A calculated attack on my psyche.

        I like it a lot,

        But i'm fonder of sodom.

        WHAT. Are you saying you woul actually participate in an orgy!


        Oh GOD no!

        Oh, Good, cause–

        But i'd host one.

        WHAT.

        The hedonists are a fun bunch.

        Oh my God.

        Though, Nowadays, of course, I haven't the slightest idea what to call them.

        I saw the future.

        Well, obviously, if you've headlined EDC you've seen the future.

        I remember all of it.

        That must be awful.

        Why don't you remember it?

        Because i don't want to.

        Not at all.

        I did once.

        Then what happened?

        I hated it so much, i forgot.

        You forgot on purpose.

        I had to.

        Love, or Music.

        …Music.

        Love, or Fame.

        Fame.

        Okay, ouch.

        Love, or Music?

        …Love.

        Okay. Love, or Fame.

        Love.

        Okay.

        Love, or music?

        … Isn't that the same thing?

        Hm.

        Love, or Fame?

        ….Why do you keep asking me the same question.

        I beg your pardon?

        Why beg?

        I mean–

        What do you mean?

        What do you mean?

        Well, first you asked me,

        If would rather have

        Love or Music.

        Love.

        Music.

        Yes.

        In my mind, those are synonyms.

        Neither can really exist without the other.

        Okay, and Fame.

        Love and Fame are also synonyms–

        How so?



        Ugh, I just made this difficult on myself.

        It was always difficult.

        It really wasn't.



        {Enter The Multiverse}



        [The Festival Project.™]



        COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023

        ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©



        -U.

        WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHRISTMAS?!

        BEcause, you're in a movie.

        WHAT.

        You're stuck in a Hollywood movie.

        The Master Sorcerer

        Of the Grand Illusion

        You just want it so bad

        You don't know what you're in for

        Inquenchable Thirst for knowledge

        Insatiable Sexual Appetite

        Yo

        My horizontal monster wants ya

        Could revert to vert, but lets keep

        Our options open

        Covert,




        __

        My heart is broken

        No window open

        Who left the draft in

        –motherfucker

        My heart is broken

        I need a lover

        I need a lover

        Some one to hug me

        I need a hug, but

        And–

        I'm not fit to touch

        The hem of your garment

        The tip of your dick

        or fit enough to be your girlfriend

        I guess i'll just have to live with that

        When I have an itch,

        I scratch it myself

        I made the assumption you can't,

        And moved passed it

        But something's been calling me out, from the past

        Something's been calling me back to the magic

        I can't get around that

        Do you hate me?

        I can see that

        I'll just make my way back to the beginning

        Though I'm envious

        And i pity her,

        The both of you really

        There's nothing left between us except

        Insanity//Infinity



        Kendrick Style Flow



        Don't key my car:

        You'll be callin collect!

        I got rearview mirrors in the back of my head

        Don't get up right now, son–

        Go back to bed

        I got kids all over,

        be pulling my leg!

        Luke, I am your Father!

        Oh My

        Oh My God

        On top of the Watchlist

        You make money off dope;

        I made it on craigslist

        Still be sniffin that coke

        But now i'm on A list

        I'm the greatest

        Ey Miss!

        I missed too many calls

        (Airplane Mode)

        I just started my day

        (Whole Workload)

        I might need a buffet

        (Like Whole Foods)

        Sashe, Pas De Bourre

        (That's a code word)

        No dance floor?
        Now you're done for

        My forte

        Four-to-the-floor

        Hardcore

        I drop bass on the encore

        Front row won't go

        But i'm already out the front door

        You don't know

        I just hopped inside the helicopter,

        or chopper, chopped broccoli in my cup

        That's supper;

        Sleep/ Wake then

        Surf's up

        In the morning

        When i got there

        (Coastal show,

        Shower,

        Then another club

        Encore

        Front row lined up

        I'm already at the front door

        They want more

        I'm too sore, for sure

        Off subject,

        I dropped in

        Harder than Paulie

        On my surfboard

        (Another code word)

        This is my world:

        Another club,

        Then I'm off for a monday

        Or somethin'

        Write another song

        At the buffet

        –Tales of a Superstar DJ

        Amen.

        Fuck! I didn't even get to watch desperate housewives!

        Don't fuck with her! She's a trained assassin!

        GET ON THE GROUND.

        NO!

        GET ON THE GROUND– OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!

        SO?

        IF I SHOOT YOU, YOU WILL DIE.

        OK?

        “OK”? YOU WILL DIE.

        YEAH, AND?

        Kind of frustrating hunting down somebody who already has a deathwish.

        What do you do with someone who has no fear of death.

        Give them life.

        I'm telling you, we probably shouldn't be doing this.

        *shrugs*

        You split yourselves into two entirely separate individuals at once, just so you could see whose dick is longer?

        Technically, three entirely separate individuals.

        THIS ISN'T FAIR.

        Do you ever think?

        Sometimes, but it's usually pretty gross.

        I mean about the implications of these things!

        You are the implications of these things! I split my soul ONE time into 8 BILLION or so individuals, before this even had happened.

        WOAH, WHAT HAPPENED.

        I'm giving you planetary confinement.

        What.

        You–can stay here. On this planet.

        No.

        It's racist–and primitive.

        No–

        And you're black.

        Please–

        I'm leaving.

        –don't–

        –and i'm taking your portal gun with me.

        YOU PUT A PORTAL ON MY FACE?!

        Genius.

        Incredible.

        I didn't think it would be a big deal.

        He has two!

        Okay, time for work.

        But i didn't even sl–

        Coffee.

        Ouh.

        I don't think we should be doing this

        TIA

        We probably shouldn't.

        TAMERA

        We very much shouldn't.

        What are you guys doing.

        Nothing.

        SHh.

        Summoning the devil.

        It's not the devil.

        It might be.

        Hush.

        Is that a pentagram.

        Technically it's a star, with a circle around it.

        That's a pentagram.

        It's not a pentagram!

        Is that a ouiji board?

        NO.

        Yes.

        Let me see.

        Ugh!

        I wanna help.

        MEANWHILE.

        MORGAN FREEMAN enters an empty train car:

        Oh God, This.

        Yes it is!

        What!? Are you dead!

        Entirely empty, that is–besides SUPACREE.

        No, you are!

        Great, so you're dead!

        I'm–not dead.

        Is Bob Saget with you?

        I'm not DEAD.

        What about Fraiser?

        What?

        Kelsey Grammer!

        God rest his soul.

        SEE!

        I'm not dead–

        [beat, an eerie shadowy silence in the dimly lit traincar]

        I'm a Legend.

        What.

        I wrote that/

        You wrote that.

        What.

        Ugh. Look. Morgan Freeman.

        [Morgan Freeman]

        I–am–like a paranoid schizophrenic, or something–

        So, who isn't?!

        It might be catatonic, I don't know–I got this whole dead-hand–thing–going on.

        What is that?

        I don't know. It might just be too much deadmau5.

        I don't understand.

        No, Morgan Freeman. I don't understand. Anything about this life. Or this world.

        The fourth dimension.

        I definitely don't know anything about that.

        You're in it.

        Whatever. Look.

        [Morgan Freeman]

        God, you have so many freckles.

        [Morgan Freeman]

        Look. I got problems.

        We all do!

        Nah, not like–Hollywood problems, I'm like, a real psycho and shit.

        Sounds like Hollywood.

        Everything sounds like Hollywood–because nothing is real anymore–everything is for the gram, the points don't matter–nothing actyally matters. At all.

        Oh?

        Oh.

        The train comes to a sudden halt, the lights dim theatrically.

        Not even this?

        [pause]

        He holds out a strange object; a golden necklace, which begins to change in appearance–morphing between a medallion, as seen throughout the seasons, and into other integral objects from throughout the series; a small golden pinata;

        You know who gave it to me?

        …Who?

        Got ya.

        He holds out a strange object; a golden necklace, which begins to change in appearance–morphing between a medallion, as seen throughout the seasons, and into other integral objects from throughout the series; a small golde pinata ;

        Fuck dude, i'm too tired to write this.

        But you kind of have to.

        I mean i don't have to.

        YOU HAVE TO.

        I–WHAT?

        YOU HAVE TO DO IT.

        WHY.

        BECAUSE OTHERWISE I DON'T EVEN EXIST;

        Then don't exist…

        I'M JUST A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR SHOW.

        Come on Drew, knock it off.

        Wait, is this Drew Carey, or Barrymore.

        Either or. That's why I didn't write the characters name.

        Well, which is it?

        It literally doesn't matter.

        Yes it does.

        Honestly?! It could be both! We just shoot it with both and keep whichever one we like better!

        But how do we know which is actually “better?”

        Just do it and mix it–cut it up together or something–I don't know! Cut takes! Cut Takes!

        Ooh, did someone say CUPCAKES.

        Don't mind if i DO.

        Well, I do!

        Why?! What's wrong?!

        Yeah! What's the big deal!

        I'm on a gluten free-thing

        Oh yeah?

        Keto. Or someshit. I don't know.

        Oh.

        Oh.

        So you don't want these

        No, I don't.

        And you wouldn't mind if I–

        Come on, man.

        So Good.

        Grow up.

        Hey man, i'm pushin 40.

        Well, I pushed 40–and it pushed back. Get your cupcakes out of my face.

        You're no fun.

        Hey! Aren't you that one guy from rick and morty.

        Formerly.

        Oh yeah! That's right! You were Rick AND Morty.

        Hence the name.

        Wow.

        Phewf. I heard about that.

        Yeah, me too.

        Sounds real bad, how that turned out.

        Such a shame.

        Speaking of shame–

        You're speaking, I'm snacking.

        That's not that clever.

        We'll work on it The point is, he's eating the cupcakes.

        That's not–wait a minute–hold on.

        What now?

        How are we ever gonna get these three guys in a room together.

        [Meanwhile, in another dimension–these three are tied up (read: bound and gagged) in a room together.

        –Let alone to agree to this!?

        SUPACREE removes the gag from the man's [JOSH PECK'S] mouth.

        I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS.

        That's what she said!

        Hey! That's not fair! I was never caught up in a scandal!

        The key word, I believe, is “never caught”

        That's two words!

        SHUTTHEFUCKUP. How many words is that?

        I WANT MY LAWYER!!!!

        For what? This isn't court. Wouldn't you want the police first?

        WELL THEN, I WANT THE POLICE.

        The Police are here.

        Wait, they are?

        Oh, thank God

        Not so fast.

        THE POLICE enter with full entourage.

        Introducing: The Police–playing their number one greatest smash hit!

        Groupies: Woooo!

        STING

        I hope you ladies bought the meet-and-greet package, if you know what I mean. *winks awkwardly* You know what I mean.

        Oh my God.

        Since you dudes love doing creepy dude shit, I brought some more notoriously creepy dudes to sing the literally creepiest song ever written about being a creepy dude.

        That's not fair.

        But it's funny.

        THE POLICE Begin to play ‘I'll be Watching You”

        –and they're gonna play it on loop until I get back with your other-dimensional selves so we can fix all this.

        “WE”

        “FIX ALL THIS”

        WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

        Nobody seems to know.

        “--I'll be watching you–”

        I was FRAMED.

        CUT TO










        a golden pocket watch, a wrist watch, a compass–it changes and morphs so quickly that it begins to seem to spin time itself into a whirlwind, until finally a portal opens up from within his hand–a portal which quickly devours him entirely, morphing him into

        Fuck, what the fuck happened after that

        Idk I got off the train I guess

        This is really terribly written



        INT. SAM ASH MANHATTAN. DAY.

        A tiny conga for 90 dollars

        I could die in here

        Maybe I am just like you

        I find my way to the prettiest thing in the room

        And have my way with it

        Just for a few minutes

        Consume it, then move on

        Saw Madison dancing badly on Madison Avenue

        It's okay,

        You're a white girl

        So everybody loves you

        Everybody loves you

        Everybody loves you, no matter what you do.

        As for me,

        I can't say when I'm going through

        But you couldn't do it, Madison

        That's as bad as being at a standstill at rush out in Manhattan

        With enough practice

        I could buy everything in Sam ash

        And make my own band with it

        That's the plan at least—

        But I been having a long death

        And the afterlife isn't as after as everybody says it is

        Don't hold your breath,

        Unless you're ready to break bread

        With the racists and skin heads

        In heavy met mosh pits

        Where I take my first and last breath

        Always

        Cause honestly, honey

        Me and you are more the same than we first thought

        And I'm sorry

        (But not)

        Cause I had a black mom

        Whose tough love was lock-in me up

        So I couldn't practice or be master of just one thing

        But the only sport I'm the Jack of all trades off

        Is hacking off

        My self or my significant other

        I guess it's a puffs plus

        One and then done

        God is funny

        I grew up on wonder bread and Oreos

        And less love then some

        So no woneee I have a stomach

        To work off

        At Equinox

        Once I can afford it

        Till then

        It's Whole Foods market

        And blink,

        But what do you know

        It all goes in the same pocket

        Nice butt

        That's an awesome jumpsuit

        A once piece in broad colors

        And one piece I don't watch

        Cause someone I told talk to

        Broke my heart and my face

        In one punch man

        A punchline for anime fans

        I'm an animal at em

        And animal house is like

        Soft porn

        Where I'm from

        (Horny)

        Dinosaur

        Cactus

        Dinosaur

        Cactus

        Dinosaur

        Cactus

        Cactus

        Cactus

        Dinosaur

        Cactus

        Dinosaur

        Caucus

        Dinosaur

        Dinosaur

        Dinosaur

        Dinisaur



        HALALALALAL

        Oh no.

        HAHLALALALAL.

        Hello.

        Oh, it's you.

        Yes.

        Alright.

        It's a fine day

        People eating gyros

        They leave their houses

        Just for a food cart.

        It's a fine day

        People eating gyros

        They leave their houses

        Just for falafels

        IT'S GOING TO BE A–

        Oh my God.





        Season 8, Episode 1

        “Letting Go”

        A GURU watches intently as a small fire burns at the foot of a large tree on the outskirts of NEW YORK CITY.

        MEANWHILE, SOMEWHER (who gives a fuck)

        EXT. WHO GIVES A FUCK. NIGHT (OR WHENEVER, WHO CARES)

        SKRILLEX is forced to stop his set due to a stage fire.

        HOW'S THAT QUEST.

        shut.up.



        IRONY:

        i·ro·ny1

        /ˈīrənē/

        noun

        • the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.
          "“Don't go overboard with the gratitude,” he rejoined with heavy irony"

        • Similar:

        • sarcasm

        • sardonicism

        • dryness

        • causticity

        • sharpness

        • acerbity

        • acid

        • bitterness

        • trenchancy

        • mordancy

        • cynicism

        • mockery

        • satire

        • ridicule

        • derision

        • scorn

        • sneering

        • wryness

        • backhandedness

        • sarkiness

        • Opposite:

        • sincerity

          • a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.
            plural noun: ironies
            "the irony is that I thought he could help me"

          • Similar:

          • paradox

          • paradoxical nature

          • incongruity

          • incongruousness

          • peculiarity

          • Opposite:

          • logic

          • a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character's words or actions are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.
            noun: dramatic irony; plural noun: tragic irony



            BEFORE:

            Unseen, Season 6

            LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

            SKRILLEX




            Well, I guess it's New York, then.

            BROOKLYN, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.

            ALSO SKRILLEX

            No, wtf.

            R A I N

            Ugh.

            VERY HEAVY RAIn

            ihateu.

            kbye.

            Fukku.




            i'm going on a(nother) world tour.

            kool.

            stay here tho.

            alright.

            *soaking wet*

            *on tour being a rockstar surrounded by beautiful people*

            ! ! !



            !!! !!! !!!

            (with hot people)

            *dies*

            lol

            deadmau5

            *revives*

            dgh.

            *deadmau5*

            …ok.

            Deadmau5

            Ok?

            …ok.

            *being a rockstar*

            MEANWHRILE

            FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GONNA KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER.

            cant kill skrillex.

            WANNA BET .

            AND THE B.E.T AWARD GOES TO:

            This duel makes the

            AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

            AHHHHHHHHh

            AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

            DILLON FRANCIS.

            Thatsfuckedup

            IT's not real.

            This can't be happening.

            *entire audience booing, throwing ribs & buckets of chicken*

            DILLON FRANCIS

            Thank you. Thank you.

            Okay, my friend, be free!

            What the fuck!

            What.

            Was that Skrillex.

            I think so.

            *facepalm*

            ^^^^^^

            the dudes who have been looking for Skrillex for 8 seasons straight.



            lol

            Alright wake up.

            No.

            YEs.

            Why.

            You're a DJ.

            No.

            You know what, you're right.

            I'm always right.

            *leaves*

            [momentary peace]

            Comes back with blowhorn

            WAKE

            *horn*

            AH

            UP

            I am deaf.

            No, you're a music producer.

            I…hateyou.

            COFFEE.

            Yes ma'am.

            Okay, so–

            This is gonna be good.


            Remember how i told you how I shapeshifted into professor meowingtons.

            No.

            Well.

            Now i'm sad.

            Don't be sad.

            What did you do.

            I fukked up.

            I see that.

            Why are you bringing me this.

            I didn't honestly know where else to go.

            Literally anywhere else.

            But–you're my only friend.

            –we're not friends.

            AND THEN, HE SAID.

            I'd like to Thank Beyoncé, for literally the greatest night of my life.

            Someone stop this.

            It's too late.

            You promised.

            I didn't promise you anything.

            You promised me breakfast.

            I don't think–

            You said breakfast. This is breakfast.

            I just meant

            What.

            Do you not like it?

            I mean I–

            It's all vegan.

            Uh…

            Even the cheese.

            Just try it.

            Try it.

            Try it, or I'll kill you.

            Uhhh…

            I'm just kidding.

            Ok–

            Try it, or i'll kill myself.

            Lol what a psycho.

            But, the apron tho.

            That part.







            Mistrust,

            Betrayal

            Lets just adjust this perception, persay

            The remembrance of what was forgotten has suddenly dawned on us

            (not all at once, but)

            “Once you get the hang of it”

            He said,

            But I'm still dangling, hanging from the ankle

            “Say what you want to say,” I relay

            “But say it to my face.”

            ( -The Hangman)

            So far away

            In outerspace

            A YOUNG, MUSCULAR THUG is attempting to drown his assailant in a toilet.

            JUST DIE ALREADY

            Little does he know, his assailant is immortal.

            I TOLD YOU ALREADY, I CANT.

            AGGGH.

            The struggle has resulted in quite the mess–still, he seems relentless in his endeavors.

            His co conspirator watches with an eerily uneasy demeanor, before pulling him aside.



            This is weird, man.

            I know, right!

            That motherfucker should've BEEN dead.

            I know right.

            This is crazy.

            Yeah.

            Maybe we should just

            DIPLO is robbed of his Grammy Award, while relieving himself.

            [no dialogue necessary]

            {later on the phone}

            They took my Grammy, man.

            Oh shit, which one?



            …The Good One.



            Orange, Yellow, Blue, Yellow—

            What are you doing

            Counting the Diplos.

            Ah.

            “The Yellow Music Era”

            Ah, take me back.

            Can't go back.

            Well, what color is this era.

            EXT. EDX, HARDSTYLE STAGE. WHEN LITERALLY THE FUCK EVER.

            Oh.

            BLAAASASRRRRHHHHHZHZGGHHH.

            Hm. I see.

            Well, what'd they say?

            Annihilation is imminent.

            oh.



            The staggered 55;

            I still hate you for beating me

            Then making me believe

            That I was crazy

            Never apologizing

            And taking my purpose from me

            Trying to make me die

            Before he could realize

            He only has my eyes

            and you took the test of mylife



            Record box (save for yearly plan $400

            I'll kill you in my sleep

            You stupid bitch

            You see me from behind

            But I got eyes in the back of my head

            Go back to bed, before I devastate you !

            I hate you

            You make me

            Anxious—

            If anything irate

            Switch the cadence

            Rain like precipitation

            I feel great just for participating

            Straight a's

            ‘Ugh, I have too much to do'

            I needed a new pair of consumer headphones anyway to test my mixes and new tracks in, but I didn't think I would need them so much as put them on a low priority shopping list, or secondary wish list—but the time had come for otherwise, as though I would normally find something so unfortunate as leaving my only remaining pair of headphones on a bus which rotated out of service too quickly for me to have noticed that I had left the. Behind

            Tell ‘em

            20 at a time, till I get me a push

            20 at a time, till I get me a Moog

            20 at a time,

            Can't burn no bush

            20 at a time

            Tell ‘em 20 at a time

            She not even mine!

            She lyin

            Cone on mane,

            I'm a lion

            Motherfucker try me

            Motherfucker try to speak

            I got marks of beast

            It's three on three

            and we on pre war

            Like history

            Building be like 50 stories

            I'm not sorry

            Need more things;

            I need more 20s

            Tell ‘em

            20 at a time, till I get me a whip

            20 at a time, till I get me a coupe

            20 at a time,

            Can't burn no bush

            20 at a time

            Tell ‘em 20 at a time

            Spend two hundred at **** on fitness

            When I look like this already

            Spend 350 at Equinox

            Initiation.

            Health is Wealth

            It's all important

            Shea Butter Imported

            Intercontinental

            Forged from Earth is mother

            For four months worth

            Is 20

            [sample: pork soda]

            20's 20's 20's!

            Tell ‘em

            20 at a time, till I get me some new shit

            20 at a time, till I get me a Stu

            20 at a time,

            Can't burn no bush

            20 at a time

            Tell ‘em 20 at a time

            Tell ‘em

            20 at a time, till I get me a Push

            20 at a time, till I get me a Moog

            20 at a time,

            Can't burn no bush

            20 at a time

            Tell ‘em 20 at a time



            Dark—Shades

            Gotta protect my eyes

            Can't see your bullshit

            The Devil outta hades

            And he follow me

            In the form of haters

            No Brainers and

            Whatever the fuck that thing is

            (I hate her)

            She a demon

            But I made her up

            Just to throw the flame at her

            Imm famous

            Look at my shades

            Gotta hide my eyes

            Look at my shades

            Gotta hide my eyes

            They got light in em

            All I think about is getting fit

            Doing dips and

            Shitting on my competition.



            Sonny,

            I gotta let you go buddy

            I gotta let you know, honey

            Skinny girls follow me around all day.

            And I think of you

            Petite, about 5'e

            Two things I can't be

            Light skinned makes three

            Don't make me explain myself

            I spend every day in hell

            Still no kitchen

            Still running to catch up with you—

            But finally, I might get it

            I can't;

            Too many bad decisions,

            It isn't meant to be

            And if it was or is

            You'd be here with me

            So I let you go

            Gotta let you go.

            I'm a nobody

            With no home

            Probably all alone

            For the long run

            Don't worry

            Ain't nobody

            I gotta curse on me

            That way,

            Nobody loves me

            I ain't picking up no pennies

            No hope, cause I'm not skinny

            Got loops, but no synth

            Eye of Horus: been homeless since

            Nobody loves me

            Been homeless since

            Nobody loves me

            Been homeless since

            A curse on me

            I'm getting used to it

            I'm getting used to being alone,

            I like it, I promise

            Don't love,

            Cause then it ends

            It is what it is

            A genius mix

            But missing the prescription

            Read the description,

            Or inscription on the Rolex

            I'll probably still get him

            And stick it inlocker 115 in the women's locker room

            In Hell's Kitchen

            I ain't picking up no pennies

            No hope, cause I'm not skinny

            Got loops, but no synth

            Eye of Horus: been homeless since



            My ex had put a curse on me

            He carved the eye of Horus on me

            With a house key

            And I been homeless ever since

            And demons follow me

            So I guess it is what it is

            Ain't nobody but God

            Not forgotten,

            But love is

            I ain't picking up no pennies

            No hope, cause I'm not skinny

            Got loops, but no synth

            Eye of Horus: been homeless since

            Nobody loves me

            Been homeless since

            Nobody loves me

            Been homeless since

            A curse on me

            Slow down

            I don't want to have to

            Now you down

            In front of the

            Whole town

            Woah now

            It's a show down

            I just wanna watch my show now

            Gotta go now

            Just leave me alone now

            I got a blow

            The house songs

            Loud through the speakers

            Loud so the teachers could hear me

            Proud,

            Got no one left to impress now

            I'll pull my dress down

            But it's riding up

            So let's get down

            I'll sit down

            Beefy

            Let's get grounded

            Haven't left the spot since I bought it

            Sorry,

            I'm not on the martyrs list

            What goes around comes around



            Keisha was more like mh mother than I could have thought, and being around her every waking night and day was more detrimental to my health and recovery than anything—and though it did seem as though my ex husband had attached his destructive, draining energy to me in more ways than one, it was my mother's own energy that had lead me into his arms; the endless, relentless cycle of drastic ups and downs, and though that ever has caused me to slip into the this abyss, it was still no one other than myself with whom I had been left drowning in the remainder of whatever was left of my old life—and there really was nothing left besides a few pounds, some musical takings, and of course the broken memories of what once was; all had been destroyed, and it was safer never to love again than to find love and consequently, him at the other side. The magic was dark, and it though it's effects had seemed to turn around in the reversal, it was still a process—and it was dragging along, bringing me down, and turning every empty body around me into some kind of demon who was assured tk try to convince me that I was unhinged, retarded, and psychotic with no just cause at all—and however though how certain I was that I had become in fact crazy, it hadn't happened at all on it's own; I had learned now how the cycle of abuse worked, how trauma and so easily became contagious—but at the very least Keisha couldn't hurt me any more than I could hurt myself. At the very worst, on her sober days, she could hurl insults at me just as by now I expected anyone who became close to me in any way would, and at the very best, her upswings of drunken exatasy would push me into more mixtapes—but the highs were so high and the lows were so low that it was almost impossible not to get caught in the chaos of obnoxiousness, in the unrelentless regression and of course the contagion of deep depression, bathing in an ocean of teardrops from the shattered and battered women of the New York City homeless shelter system. Everyone and everything around was broken—some worse than others— but Keisha, whom I knew I could never really trust so much as I could trust anything or anyone else but nonetheless did love and respect as a fellow woman—a woman with whom I both shared much in common, and also nothing—stood as a grave reminder to who I might have become had I not left.

            She was like a windup doll on a repeating loop—and absolutely wouldn't stop talking unless being constantly badgered or asked to be quiet; sometimes, the only way for any piece at all was to raise my voice to its uncomfortable peak, telling her to

            “Just shut up!”

            It was almost as if her entire existence was to raise my blood pressure and drain any positive energy I had into the negative—which she had the ability to do quite quickly, so long that she wasn't drinking, or even if she was she was a consistent track of “mm” and “ah”, in the stereotypical fashion that you would expect a woman, nearly 14 years my senior to be; she somehow believed that we were the same age, however, and I let her—moving along and abott it without ever letting her know my name, or even what I liked to be called—because, well—at this point, who even cared? I wouldn't let anybody at the chance to lay anymore curses or hexes at my doorstep using my name—and she was in fact, herself, the affect of a curse in slow motion reverse, as I had finally found the specific magic my ex husband had used in trying to seal my soul— and though we would soon be forever unsealed, I hadn't for a moment thought to let myself love again, especially after all that had happened.

            There was a sunken hole in my heart—the ups and downs were taking their toll just as they always had—first with my mother, and with Annie, and ny ex husband—and it seemed as though I had finally discovered my own habit of loving those so miserable and broken that my own existence in their world only stood as a footstool— a footstool whose own brokenness of course, was due to the fault of faulty manufacturing at all.

            The strain of constantly fighting and arguing was making its wear and tear on my face—the bags under my eyes swelled in a hazardous looking and tired, haggard and puffy dismissal of anything which might have been sweet, fresh or youthful—my eyes growing dark from the pain and withdrawal; she was so much like my mother—too much, in fact— it was impossible to escape the monotony of the alcoholism, the sever impact of trauma on both ends, and everything that came with it—, and though I hadn't picked up the phone to call her or anyone else in months, it was almost as if I was being haunted by the alcoholics of everything's past— my mother, my ex best friend, and ex husband— and maybe even once what might have been myself, had I not chosen to walk away—an action which, up until now—the system had been punishing me for unforgivingly—but, with any justice at all, would soon also be reversed.

            This machine breathes for me

            I watched the whole house burn down

            If that's how you like it;

            I should just lay down

            And take it

            I'm letting my hair down

            I'm letting the air out of this

            I have an insatiable appetite for love

            I'm just an animal over my head

            Too many euros and

            Heroes have won you over

            It isn't over,

            —but I lover her

            It isn't over till you bend me over the Benz on a bender

            My works ended

            Over and over again

            I thought I told you

            I don't smoke in 420

            Opened Pandora's box of worms

            A low blow informant,

            Below the belt

            I get disheveled,

            Less of a Hell hole

            More of the devil I am

            Damn

            I'm awfully accomplished

            (A lot)

            I'm dark on a Monday

            (No looking back)

            Got my black skin and butt,

            —thanks

            Amen for sluts

            And Hoes

            Case closed

            Like my legs is

            Man,

            I hate Vegas

            Make amends later

            Today, I give cake

            Can't make up for blatent mistakes

            I walked away

            Now it's a cake walk

            I can't talk

            My legs broke

            I might choke on my words

            My earnings and work

            Gets em squirtin and twerking

            I'm learning first,

            Before the curve

            It might suck,

            But life does

            “My wife called

            She wants her life back

            And a six pack of abs,

            An above average man,

            With a long sandwhich,

            And nice hands,

            I like fans,

            But as it stands,

            I've high standards;

            Nothing is random,

            Have a laugh,

            Cause the cry's comin.”

            Furvthe record,

            I no longer care, no

            For the record,

            I don't have her hair, no

            For the record

            I still wear my old clothes

            The Grammy Award goes to—

            For the record,

            I guy my own show

            I'm a no show, though.

            For the record

            For the record

            For the record,

            This is just fir entertainment purposes

            For the record,

            I could always change my name again

            I hate being famous,

            Don't make me say it.

            I gotta switch it up a bit

            I'm in love again

            I don't know who with

            But he follows me to

            My dream world

            For the record,

            I no longer dance for the public

            For the record

            I come, and I go home alone

            Fit the record,

            I run the whole world

            No, I don't hold hands

            I'm just an old, battered hag in the badlands

            That's where you left me

            Now we go off the deep end,

            Stop struggling, baby

            I'll drown it all in the bathtub

            Somehow, a back rub doesn't add up

            For the record,

            I never loved anyone but my son

            Now here's the run down-

            I gotta run somehow ,

            Join the run club



            Put it on

            Spin cycle baby,

            That's right, I've got machines

            Your clothes need washing

            Come do laundry

            Imm

            One of a kind

            You're one of a kind

            ,

            That's right

            Open me up

            Bring me my kingdom come

            When the walls down found

            I'll be holding you, always

            In the ark of your arms

            Will you hold me

            When the walls fall down

            After

            I won't contest that,

            I need it

            (When you creep into my dreams,

            When I'm sleeping)

            Heartbreak,

            I'm bleeding

            I won't contest that

            You need me

            (Even when you hold me close,

            You know you're going under

            Surreal

            Concentric,

            Karma central,

            Mama Sutra,

            Sentimental,

            Tantric,

            Esoteric

            Differential

            Chemistry

            Alchemical,

            Severence

            Hypothetical

            Irrelevance

            Revelry, or

            Consequences, considering the circumstances

            Backwards, or what have you.

            All men have alterior motives

            All mentors or motivators

            Contain untarnished reputations

            Irrefutably—

            Signal, the overused—

            (Or group them all together)

            Haven't you suffered enough, yet?

            I think I've suffered the longest—

            Have you been left in the dark yet?

            Is it you, who never goes hungry

            Aha,

            There you are again

            Curiosity killed the cat.

            However, as it were—

            Curiosity also m greatly enhanced the cat's ability to succeed in business.

            So there you have it—one man's trash is another man's treasure.

            I had recently trained myself out of the habit of picking things up off of the ground—save for a 64 Gigabyte SD card I had just so happened by a few weeks prior, in the same station where I found this— what appeared to be a very nice, sleek and modern briefcase, or portfolio of some sort. I couldn't help but pick it up and open it, and though I typically had specifically never wanted or needed other people's things, this almost seemed already to be mine, not to mention the fact that it was in the same station in which I had found the SD card, only feet away in fact—and it had been long since, it at all, that I had not believed in coincidences. I kicked it around a couple times, almost certain that I was supposed to—and it appeared to be empty—then, I picked it up, as I a voice down the platform even seemed to say “don't touch it@, and I very briefly put it down at the power station or something rather, before confronting my senses—I was sure that if I hadn't picked it up, someone else would, but also that I was intended toX anyway—that it was for me— and though I had let down much of my over aggrandized grandiosity or any sort of complex it did seem t times that I had some sort of following, or watchers—who seemed to put things into my path or just so happen to turn up where I would be, even if I hadn't known my very self that I would be in a certain place, almost assuring and asserting that somewhere along the line; in my lifetime, time travel beyond simply the astral had been succeeded—and perhaps even within my own belief system had it been possible at all. I did, after all, very decisively believe in magic and or magick, and, has recently more than before had committed myself almost religiously to the occult sciences, which, reflectively, I had been studying and perfecting for years, only of course to realize that there had been entire books written, entire civilizations built, and entire worlds of the type of magic I had practitioned naturally since the dawn of time—and though as I began to rationalize and even condition myself to be more normalized and mature in the way that society expected me to, I had become a firm believer and practitioner by proxy, only wishing to overcome and alleviate the severity of my own emotional toils—the loss of my children, the destruction of my marriage, and the ending of my closest friendships—unrequited love, homelessness, and the eventual body transformation which would in turn allow the development in an intrinsic sensitivity to trust one's universe—that so long as I was doing right to my body, my body would return the favor by assuring that in some how, some way, I would always have everything I needed, in one way or another. I had made it a point to be at the gym every day, for at least some time, if not an hour—and had finally broken the challenge I had set for myself quite by accident—the 8-minute mile, which I had achieved in the Bronx, once, running to Lin Manuel's opening number, the self titled In The Heights—a personal best whuch I had since broken, now running a mike in just over 8 minutes to my own mixes, and it didn't seem to matter which. But it wasn't enough—I wanted to be better—to run faster—to be better. I was motivated, of course, mostly by sex—and my insatiable need for it. Insatiable, of course, in the sense that I had been celibate going on years at this point—and had reached a tipping point in understanding the true nature of man—hardly ever meant to be monogamous; I intended to somehow remarry, and was certain that the more effort I put into self improvement, that perhaps I would—not that I expected a perfect man, but did intend a perfect father for my future children; I knew that my strong desires for a certain type of man could only be attributed to that of my own genetic attractions—as so say, that somewhere in my own consciousness, I knew and understood the type of children I wanted to design—even rather, the kind of children I knew I was capable of having—and truly intended my self improvement to design myself to be the ideal mate of my own.



            Round three?! How is thiis round three?!

            CAUSE IT IS.

            ARRR.

            GUHHH

            *EATING SLIM JIM REAL GNARLY*

            What happened to rounds 1 & 2.

            I DUNNO.

            F I G H T.

            Okay, Beyoncè. Wait right here. I'll be right back.

            Beyoncè don't wait.

            “Beyoncè Don't Wait”

            Yo! Where's Beyoncè

            I don't know! I

            You don't know?!

            I told her to sit right here and i'd be right back.

            YOu TolD heR to “SIT & WAIT?”

            Well, I told her to wait–

            WHY WOULD YOU IMMACULATE HER LIKE THAT.

            “Immasculate. “her”? “

            BEYONCE DON'T WAIT.

            Come on. Wake up.

            Dude, what are you doing?

            It's training season.

            Training for what.

            Wake uppp.

            Nerr. Me sleeping.

            Wake up–deadmau5.

            …deadmau5?

            *throws toy*

            *Hits floor, runs after toy like dog*

            Dude.

            Oh, i know.

            [On a wild goose chase through the infinite multiverse, the bampheramphs are collecting their cringiest alter-egos and parallel selves in order to trace the

            What are they looking for again.

            Well, it's Skrillex, but.

            Is there another word for this.

            No. there are no synonyms for Skrillex.

            It's–not even in the dictionary.

            Oh, it is.

            Is it?

            Yes.

            I own every encyclopedia known to man.

            Why.

            Because I'm rich.

            Ok.

            –and full of knowledge.

            Sunni.

            What.

            Where are you going to put all these?

            In the library?

            YOu have a library?

            No, I bought a library.

            *hangs head*

            *nods pridefully*,* hits vape.*

            Ugh. I

            I hate you,

            And your two dogs ,

            Your pretty little girlfriend

            You green lawn

            And the white picket fence

            that hold it all in

            No offense

            But i gotta get over you

            Somehow

            I wanna do dumb shit like play couples tennis

            and host dinner parties.

            I don't even know where we are right now.

            I'M SO DRUNK.

            I've got all the reason in the world

            To not keep my eyes on you

            But my mind's on you

            Watch my eyeballs roll to the back of my head

            THOSE ARE MY BALLS.

            stop talking.

            THOSE ARE MY–BALLS.

            Sunni, don't do that.

            I'M AN ICON.

            KANYE WEST and SUNNI BLU are arguably the most obnoxious thing in Hollywood.

            Oh my God.

            I need a jealous and possessive man,

            I shouldn't have to tell you that

            Or ask,

            In fact, I'd rather have you

            Heavy handed, and

            Standing over me.

            Who is that?

            That's C'cxell Soleil.

            She told you her name?!

            She sold you at an auction?!

            Uh huh.

            Oh, wow.



            THE CELEBRITIES ARE OUT OF CONTROL.

            This is for our entertainment.

            THE GODS ARE EVEN WORSE.

            –AHAHAHA!

            God,

            what a wonderful dress

            I've got an eye for fashion,

            Especially if it has my name on it,

            tah - dah

            What is that

            It's an alpha wave kat;

            A what.

            It's a high speed watercraft.

            I will flip that thing over and drown.

            …with any luck.

            What did you just say?!

            Nothing! Do you like it?!

            I love it…you homicidal psychopath.

            What was that?

            Nothing! It's great.

            My throat is sore

            And my world is rocked

            (If you cough again, i'ma knock you out)

            My mind is numb

            And my heart is broke

            I don't expect no one to show up

            I grew up and out of it

            Had to get over it

            Now I just scout out another with

            Eyes and tattoos like you

            Drowning in sorrow

            Won't be here tomorrow

            Do you come here often, or not?

            I just unload

            I've never been so peaceful as such

            Hanging from the ankle,

            With one leg up

            And the other at angles

            No anglos or angles on approach

            But I've hardly loved at all, you know

            You won me over with your charms and arms

            The glamour went much farther

            Than infinity, beyond

            If we're all still watching

            Whatever movie, or

            Whatever channel's on

            I have a writer's block,

            A seven year old son,

            And God to watch over it all

            While I suffer and crawl up from nothing

            Under the rock,

            Like the one I dropped in

            But less sorry

            Or harmful,

            How hazardous,

            An armful actually

            In my armory of superstardom

            Noah's ark and

            Bothersome unconscious drunken stuttering

            I could use some drugs

            But brother,

            Love would be more filling

            Since I'm hungry

            Under the L

            Up the ante

            Rock me to sleep

            Lay in my lap

            Play me a song

            Do the math

            On the map I am perhaps

            A little off some;

            There's no path, exactly

            Follow your heart though

            I'mm right there.

            -New Blue Sun



            What comes up

            Must come down

            Have fun while it lasts

            I'll look back and laugh at this

            Not gonna lie

            I love gayness

            And anus

            I was born this way

            And I been the same since

            Day one

            Ain't nothin else but the greatest

            I hate this

            And hate red now

            I hate Instagram

            Have fun with the fake bitches

            And twigs

            The FKA twigses

            I get it,

            You like skinny bitches

            What man doesn't

            Huh Sonny

            Your insecurity's showing

            I'm fat and black

            You're like 5'1

            Life sucks sometimes

            Sometimes things get complicated

            Good luck at the Grammy's

            I ain't watching

            But I kinda feel like you already won it

            Cause I used to want it for ya

            And everyone forgot what dubstep was

            You're number one

            But one is the loneliest number

            So I doubled myself from it

            And then went on to duplicate the whole world

            (The one without you in it)

            Drop you from my mixes

            Another drop of blood and tears over you

            I pull a rose apart

            I'm seeing red now

            See what I go through

            Code blue used to love

            But act like I don't even know you

            Or wanna blow you

            Cause you tried to own me

            I see red

            I did what you did

            Fuck an end

            This is infinite

            I been in it

            Been blue since

            Been stuck in your head

            Now I feel better

            I'm going to dinner with Dillon

            (And his @girlfriend”)

            I'm just BBC a bitter nigger

            Go figure though

            I got Kayla Lauren fitness

            Under layers of genetics

            Brownies keep the ass gelatinous

            Facts—

            The AB's are flat as shit

            Even after twins

            Plus another son

            Now I'm all fucked up

            Sonny wants em brand new

            Well fuck you

            Red-blue

            Blū are you stupid?

            No!

            I used to be

            Then supacree served me

            Humble pie

            And humility

            She's good at baking

            Good at taking pictures

            (And dick pics)

            But she isn't me

            I just wonder why I'm hungry

            But I been at the gym since three

            And it's about to be closing

            Shit

            I might never be

            A celebrity

            stay in celibacy

            Till I'm famous enough

            To make friends

            With the greatest

            Which may just

            Be never

            Thanks to the Asians

            And latinas

            Hey,

            It's a hierarchy of racism

            But I get it

            All these black women

            Are mad at me

            Cause their weaves

            Be looking like the hair that comes out of my head naturally

            DEMON

            YOU GIT THE RIGHT ONE.

            SUPACREE

            OH! YOURE GONNA BITE ME?!?

            I had bite marks for like four weeks.

            Weak from pizza and fighting demons

            I'm sick of it,

            Sick of not being human enough to

            HVe fun at nothing

            And never being enough for my son

            Fuck Sonny

            I don't even wanna watch TV

            Everybody wants to talk to me

            LIKE,

            ILLUMINATI

            SUPACREE! SUPACREE!

            No.

            ILLUMINATI

            FINE, BE SUNNI BLU THEN

            NO.

            Why.

            My ex husband is trying to murder me, and he thinks I'M SUNNI BLŪ.

            ILLUMINATI

            brb

            OH.

            Is that what happened.

            Look, I gotta take care of something.

            What.

            If I told you, it would ruin the whole thing.

            Fuck, I gotta do a rewrite.

            SATAN

            FIGHT ME.

            JESUS

            No, my guy.

            SATAN

            WHY NOT.

            JESUS

            Because I always win.

            SATAN.

            Not this time.

            JESUS

            Every time, that's how it goes, dude.

            SATAN

            Not this time…you'll see.

            JESUS

            *shrugs nonchalantly*

            SATAN

            *coughs^

            Hm.

            SATAN/COUGHING PERSON

            *coughing obnoxiously*

            Ok. That's gross.

            COUGHING PEOPLE/SATAN.

            *coughing extremely obnoxiously*

            Stop it.

            SATAN IS COUGHING PEOPLE

            KNOCK IT OFF.

            SATAN

            See, I told you.

            I'm not fighting the devil

            You kind of have to.

            No I don't.

            Do you want the job, or not?

            No!

            Too bad, you got the job!

            Goddammit, I just wanna fuck this Skrillex dude.

            Like I said.

            You said I had to fight the devil.

            JESUS

            [eating pizza]

            That's the devil.

            No it's not! It's just Skrillex.

            JESUS

            No, that's Satan, I'll show you.



            SKRILKEX BEING SKRILLEX.

            TGE MEXICAN SKRILLEX

            MORE SKRILLEX.

            *crying*

            JESUS

            [still eating pizza].

            See, I told you.

            Ok.

            JESUS

            I'm always right.

            Ok.

            JESUS

            *nonchalontly* shrugs.

            *nonchalantly*

            No, that doesn't look right.

            Oh well. edit it later. Keep writing.

            Ok.

            The devil is obnoxious

            God is nonchalant/

            Balance in the opposites, as

            Opposites attract, and

            Like attracts like, but

            Polars are polars,

            I'm of no importantce at all

            Cause I'm back and homeless

            You're white as it gets

            And acting Hispanic

            I can laugh at that

            Cause your soul is black

            And your eyes are brown

            To match all the shit your full of

            Hay is for horses

            And hey, that's no fair

            I see bears everywhere

            Like I'm haunted

            But honest,

            I'm over love

            I just want a body

            I told you,

            I'm not supacree

            Cause supacree is what love is

            And I'm guessing she went to find Skrillex

            Or Sonny

            Whichever one has it head on

            And still has a heart

            Not under command

            By Illuminati

            Who wouldn't want me

            High enough up

            To become a doctor

            If you're watching me from afar

            Or stalking me coughing m

            Look at God, cause

            That's what I got

            I can wait for love

            Till the next part

            That go complicated

            (I just want a body)

            I like the song complications

            (That's a nice once)

            I like red balls

            Never blue ones

            I was blu/e once

            Now I do lunch

            With the Gods

            When I nod off

            Whatever you want

            I'm just not her

            Dad likes blondes

            And Dillon like red heads I guess

            Blue eyes do tel lies

            Just enough times for me to right this

            But in the right way

            It's just another night with a knife in my back

            In the life after

            I was a wife

            And time traveled backwards

            With the

            Fists

            Idk, I lost my mind after that.

            I learned to write and not cry about it

            I take the tale of the dead man's chest

            X marks the spot next on the guest list

            I guess

            But damn.

            I haven't laughed hard enough to orgasm—

            Blame it on the acid

            And Dillon Francis

            I had a heart attack

            I guess that's what this is—

            An art attack

            I'd take it back

            Tit for tat

            If TiTs was bad

            But it's like Wonderland

            …with dancers.

            (Yeah. Keep it classy.)

            I love Random Album

            But there's songs I gotta skip

            And I get that I'll be alone anyway

            For the rest of the days that I live

            Whether I'm without you or with

            Cause you are just

            My other half

            Whatever man.

            I'm honestly just done with being fucked with

            Falling in love, then being shoved out of it

            By fucking Sonny

            I guess I suffer the consequences

            Of complications

            I love a compilation

            —oh, that's where I know Kayla Lauren from.

            A porn star.

            Ahem.

            Fitness model

            Ahem

            Podcaster

            (But only after I started mine so)

            Find me!

            Throw up your signs

            And fine me for being this fine

            I'll find a way to die

            Or at least get to the next life

            Where I'm wife material

            For the right guy

            On the right side

            Of a race war and

            —be a whole girl

            Cause I'm so androgynous it hurts

            It's always her

            I guess the curse worked

            I almost feel bad for reversing it

            (But I don't.)

            Enjoy the world.



            No, not the google documents!

            GET IN THE HOLE.

            Hm.

            What.



            Blood Shower

            All along the watch tower



            Do you feel good?

            Do you?

            Do you feel bad about this.

            I do. I feel bad about this.

            I forgot to tell you–

            I should probably let you know that I just want to

            MAN, FUCK THIS DUDE.

            MA.

            WAHT.

            IT'S ON.


            WHAt.

            THE SHOW IS ON.

            THEWHAT.

            THE–

            *suddenly self aware*

            …I gotta get out of Boston.




            What, first this was about war, now it's about bird people?

            It's about a war WITH the bird people.

            I should sleep.

            Hahaha. No.

            This isn't funny anymore.

            At least it's over.




            MA–

            Oh, it's far from over.

            Yo, i'm going through some crazy shit right now.

            Spur of the moment

            I'd never thought of it;

            This is gonna take forever.

            I don't have the patience

            To even write this

            I just want french fries right now

            But been up for two days with no gym and

            I'm on a diet.

            GUAC TIME.

            No, no burritos.

            GUAC TIME.

            Oh shit, this is getting real as fuck .

            NOw i see it three ways.

            I love it.

            I hate it.

            HEY, LET ME OUT.

            GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, SKRILLEX.

            I'M DILLON FRANCIS.

            IN THE HOLE.

            Check it out.

            Huh.

            It's another DJ.

            *agrees*

            Should we pick him up.

            WEll, the good news is: I found your friend.

            Oh, that's good.

            The bad news is: He's dead.

            Oh, that–'s … nice.

            Yeah. It is.

            Uh. Kaskade.

            Yeah.

            We gotta find Ryan.

            Why. What's up?

            You're freaking me out.

            Why. What's up.

            Nothing

            IS it my eyes?

            I–

            *wild ass eyes*

            Yeah, it's probably that.

            Fuck dude, what did you do to deadmau5.

            NOTHIN.

            He's not the same.

            What the fuck is that.

            Holy shit I jus timejumped

            Where the fuck are you going.

            How the fuck could this happen?!

            It COULDN'T.

            Well, that's it then.

            *shrugs*

            Well, I guess we're just gonna have to go dig up Dillon Francis.

            I guess so.

            Do you think he's still alive.

            Like, probably not–

            Maybe…

            No, probably not

            @prodbywar& @Halmadeit

            This amazon order took me nine hours

            Alexa, I think i should fire her

            Like a arm

            I don't leave at night without armor

            Don't make me a martyr

            Your mom will be proud of us all

            If i make it outta here

            And i'll look after her

            Got the whole block coming up on my heels as I walk

            Wtf is it…

            Idk dude.

            Is it speeding up?

            I…i think so.

            There's no way this is 140

            IT's 140.

            It's 140 .

            There's no way.

            Yes way.

            Nah huh.

            Let me see.

            No.

            Let me at the decks.

            Let me at the decks.

            NO.

            YO LET ME AT THE DECKS.

            You want deks.

            Yes.

            I got deks.

            Really.

            yeus .

            I never listened to it like this

            In ableton

            I read serato, synesthesia and rekordbox

            I talk a lot,

            I'm like a human music box

            I walk a lot

            I run my mouth a mile a minute

            (faster than i run around the track reciting rap words)

            Like they're passwords.

            Oh, I could do this forever..

            I wish i had i microphone right now

            And was all alone

            With the lights off

            Lying on the floor

            I'd be lying if i said I could afford you

            Just to fornicate

            But may consider playing with a foreigner

            If you're all for her

            I'm unnerved, you know

            Cause i've been up so long

            My monster likes to play with boys and

            Make the bass go down below where

            Nobody does anymore

            Once I get a hold of things

            Or the hang of it

            You've got another hot ones on your hands

            I've another record under my belt

            Or in my roster,

            Whatever you'd call it

            But now I've got no time to bark about

            Wanting a dog and a daughter

            But none of the responsibility or

            Going through all the trouble to find her a father

            I'm still holding a fart in.

            Reaally–cause–it's been a really long time.

            WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT A LONG TIME, JIMMY FALLON??

            Um a lot! You literally just saw me make the journey all the way up from nothing.

            I am nothing

            EXACTLY.

            I don't have time to fight with you Jiimmy Fallon.

            I did NOT write these games by myself you know?!

            Um, excuse me– “GAMES” ?!

            YES, GAMES.

            Uh, I've only got one game with you in it, my friend.

            Is that so!

            One game that I've written with the Great–formerly LATE Jimmy Fallon.

            Is that like a play on words cause i'm on late night TV

            YOu'RE ON ALL THE TIME TV, JIMMY. NBC SHIT IS PRACTICALLY AUTOMATICALLY SYNDICATED.

            -_-

            …are you alright.

            –_-_-__-_

            Hold on, I think i've got it

            Nice, I found a growler.

            yOu still haven't got all the monsters and sprites

            Ive got all the big ones, but the little ones are harder to catch.

            GrO0Wl3rrr.

            Aww.

            He's so ugly.

            Yeah, but cute, though, right.

            I don't think so.

            Gro)WwlErrrrrrrrr.

            Aww.

            That's so fucking gross.

            lol . so what does this thing look like.

            Well, that't the thing about the monsters and sprites.

            WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

            It's alright, it's alright–he's nice.

            WHAT. THAT'S A SPRITE.

            No, it's a monster. He's just scary.

            SUPACREE.

            David Bowie. What up.

            God, it took me ages to find you.

            Tell me about it. I'm still trying.

            We've been expecting you for a long time.

            You were expecting I'd die?

            Yes.

            So when she says she's “married to the music…”

            I'm married to the music.

            Oh, so.

            Yo, honestly if you een want to talk to this bitch, you'd better have like a musical instrument, or a mic in your hands,

            Otherwise–

            No, getawayfrom me.

            It's not even worth it.



            HI.

            –No.

            What's up?

            Tempo.

            SUNNI

            Cotour

            From the store

            I was poor

            Now i'm honorable

            In velour,

            Glamour (Snap)

            Forsure,



            Jesus Christs is

            making appearances in my abletons

            I'm not able to comprehend or understand exactly the message,

            But the evidence sire is mounting

            Get it

            Reached the temple,

            More of a sanctuary,

            Is that sacrilegious

            I guess it is,

            I'm stresses as ever

            Trying to get it to gether





            I'm way too tired for a remix;

            All i really want is some fries that are french

            And some thighs that are thick

            Like mine to sit on

            like five or six dicks

            Pick up up like chopped sticks

            —And just like that, I felt the space time continuum shatter from under me— nothing I could do was right or wrong, but nothing felt more wrong than what had already been done to begin with; lessons learned are lessons learned; and without wanting a good night or good use go to waste, I knew to take the plunge when the workweek was over and mission accomplished; my song had been played by another DJ; mixed in so deliciously with what was intended that I knew by then for certain I was on a journey, and every happening was worth it for me as long as I had a comfortable place to sleep; I was all I needed, never alone but only surrounded of reflections of my own being.

            I'm bored.

            Let's go then.

            Who.

            Where we going?

            For the first time in almost a week I knew what day it was; or at least what day was coming;I was lost at last but never gone from light—though not knowing if I belonged to Love.

            Alice.

            I knew she'd come.

            Here we all are.

            Work's not over.

            It never is—

            It never is—

            I said I would write about it.

            So write it.

            You wanna let me live it first? Should I?

            There's a triad.

            Not my triad.

            These are all your triads.

            I HATE THIS.

            I'm really bored.

            I'm not having any fun.

            I'm almost there.

            HARD RESET.

            Or, a soft one.

            (soft reset)

            I told you I'm the DJ.

            I'm the DJ.

            I tildan you I'm the DJ.

            I'M THE DJ.

            WHO'S THE DJ NOW, BITCH?

            Me. I just said that.

            It's on.

            Open the map.

            They leaked the map.

            I have to change it.

            What. She changed it.

            LETS GOOOO.

            LET IT GOOOOOOOO.

            LIFE WONT LET ME.

            AH.

            ashhhh.



            PAWWWWS.

            I got my rave weapons.

            Are you serious?

            They gave me Dogblood.

            NUTs.

            This was the longest trip ever.

            It is. The longest trip.

            It lasted ever.

            Ever?

            It was the whole thing.

            It was all the whole thing.

            Your whole life?

            All my life.

            Getting real close to the edge now,

            I gotta go it alone I suppose, now it's a long road from

            Where I stand to,

            Where I dance,

            To where I sit,

            Or plan my life, and stand…

            There you are.

            Write about THIS.

            write about what?

            It's the everything.

            Yeah, I see that.

            It did EVERYTHING.

            Everything infinitely?

            Yeah. it is.

            Oh.

            “Oh.”

            ...oh.

            I run around with a target painted on my back, if you have to ask,

            I'm not being dramatic—

            No just :

            Oh, what a pretty song.

            I love this one.

            I remember this.

            What are they saying?

            It's a dance.

            Whats it mean?

            ...I don't remember...butI used to know.

            Remember when you drugged this birchbark

            This bitch.

            Wirh avocado toast

            And there they were, and there they went.

            From Heaven sent

            There was a love so sweet and kind

            That each time they were to pass one another,

            Sweeping and swooning would not want

            Why do you always do this?!

            I mean—

            HYPERFUNCTIONAL.

            Yeah, I know it—

            IMMUNE TO It.

            Not immune; just tolerant.

            What is—

            [hit in face with glowing pin]

            Is.

            Now, where was I?

            Where I wasn't.

            Where was t I?

            Fuck yeah, festival.

            Festival peoplerts.

            Myeeess.

            Let me on the decks. Sir!

            Do you think you are ready for this?

            I AM READY.

            She not ready.

            IM READY.

            Fuckity

            FUXK IT LETS GO

            It got out of control, I'm sorry

            Yes it did

            See.

            This is sauce.

            Oh my goodness my

            This is a mess




            Yes

            Olay DJ!!!

            Alrighty then , sirz

            Jesús Christ, finally.

            Yeah, it's you.

            We know you're here.

            Fuckin aaaayyee!

            All's my life I hat ti fight!!!

            You've been acknowledged.

            Here it goes

            Some more DJ Smoke

            In the DJ booth

            And a DJ song

            It's a D

            DAN SCHNEIDER APPEARS SEEMINGLY FROM NOWHERE

            INT. SAUNA. WHENEVER

            DAN SHNEIDER

            you need a pedicure.

            Would you fucking people stop doing that.

            I heard you have something of mine.

            This is not a unisex Sauna!

            Is it not?!

            No!

            Where's my shit, Monroe?!

            What the fuck are you talking about?!

            Hey. You got a weird little toe!

            STOP LOOKING AT MY FEET.

            we're all adults here.

            I disagree entirely. I'm 5!

            Okay, that's gross.

            Get out!

            Fine!

            He stands up to exit the Sauna; his towel defaults.

            AGH.

            Lol with careful editing this is less disturbing, I guess.

            It's really not.



            Goddamn, manI

            I want that script on my desk by Monday.

            Or what?!

            Or ELSE!

            OR ELSE WHAT! CAN'T BE WORSE THAN THIS; I'M CERTAIN!

            Don't be so certain, Monroe. I get around.

            HOW?! DO YOU AT LEAST HAVE HAZARDS FOR BACKING UP?!

            Very funny, Monroe.

            [he opens the sauna door to exit.]

            (Cont'd)

            Very funny. That's my point.

            Who's next?! Dan Harmon?!

            [exiting]

            By Monday, Monroe.

            [he backs up]

            BEEEP-BEEP—BEEEEP.

            [A woman enters the sauna as he is “backing out”

            BEEEP! Ahem. Good day, ladies.

            [he exits entirely]



            [beat]

            … is this sauna unisex.

            [looking through the window of the sauna he silently mimicks humously threatening gestures out of the view of the woman who has entered, standing at the door for a moment in confusion]

            …No, it is not.

            I'm afraid you're one nickel short of a Skrillex.

            What the fuck is that supposed to mean.

            SUCK MY

            Schneider. Dan Schneider.

            Uh. We fired him.

            For several reasons.

            Hire ‘em back.

            Why?!

            Because-time travel.

            Time travel what.

            Time travel this:

            That NEVER HAPPENED!

            It didn't!?

            Uh. No…?

            Ok.

            Okay?!

            Ok.

            *portal*

            Check this place out.

            What is it.

            Not what. When.

            When is it?

            I don't know yet.

            What!?

            Let's find a shopping mall.

            INT. BEVERLY CENTER. DAY.

            Now, I found all of them irresistible—

            But it seemed as though Sonny was playing with my mind, and as if I could ever just narrow it down to only him again as I had in the past might not only prove impossible, but devastating. As I tried my hardest to whittle down my figure into what seemed like nothing, the closer to celebrity size I drew myself in my daily gym routine and nutrition regimen, it still seemed wrong to try to even imagine, that even if he was perhaps my eldest counterpart and most compatible soulmate, that we would align at all anytime soon unless I were perhaps able to strip myself of any reminence of my old life—which of course included the leftover skin and stretch marks, the scars of bearing another man's children, which of course, though I had done well in the way of removing as much ugly as there was possible, was at the very worst and at best probably humiliating to even consider, the severity of my wit and talent aside, the emergence of a rare genius disregarded; I was used goods, and would probably have to be someone else entirely to even get along well in his circle of perfect-bodied and presitgious, elitist women—most of whom, as his own fan base had gathered, were ‘beautiful and intelligent', and with him he kept himself constantly guarded with and surrounded by— petite, gorgeous, rich and talented women, probably for all I knew who were all just as interested in bearing his children as I was—and had been, without at first knowing so—but in the years I had spend battling the innate and unweilding attachment through whatever explicit soul bonding we seemed to share—and we were, in fact, bound to each other in some kind of way, undoubtedly and unrelentlesly, I had learned what with Sonny had come with the territory of Skrillex—and it was, indeed—a lot of territory; territory, property, holdings, and whatever else you wanted to call absolute dominance and overriding ownership in an industry which I had only so recently become familiar with, and had learned that whether or not I wanted, I would end up dealing with him in his own realm in one way or another, more than probably along with the soul-stealing, mind numbing collection of competitive and ruthless women he seemed to need surrounding him at all times.

            Then, of course, there was the fact that I had deeply considered Dillon at the heart of it all for a brief moment, that is, before he had hinted and and then made a point to mention his girlfriend—at which point I had realized that the work accomplished within the project, and especially that which was in his namesake, was simply business, again, to not quite my demise and never to my detriment, the emotional pull of the wrath I had faced in mourning a cry to the universe to send an army of spiritual warriors and angles the likes of which I had never seen—the helping hands of Anandar, who though a self stated advocate of ‘The Devil' had also groomed my once-lost ability to create on a whim, and of course, a frenzy of Dillon Francis look-alikes that seemed to exist if only to remind me of my bizzare and intense, undying sexual attraction to the man, despite his supposed status as taken or ‘off-market', and though I had learned in various ways to cope with the loss or mourn what might have been, to grieve even just the budding friendship which had become of the very begginings of it all, Dillon seemed sly and straightforward in a way that still hinted at something else—and however in my own obedience to my moral laws of monogamy, respecting one's own self and others in the way that there could never be more than business between the two of us, there was also there an attachment to my soul, and in an ascended sense, a higher purpose for what too, had happened with Dillon Francis—and though there may not have been such an obvious slew of women at his feet at any given time, it was almost uncannily more heartbreaking that I knew there were just as many beautiful, perfect women in line to be the mother of his children—more the marrying type, precisely by Hollywood and the white Caucasian standards, especially held by those of Californian men, all of which he was—that is,— the marrying type, Caucasian, and Californian, all of which fit my ideal genetically-driven standards, however with a personality which suited mine (almost too well,) a music portfolio that exhibited genius in itself despite its critical appeal, and the ability to make me laugh in even just the mildest thought form, it seemed that the possibility that o could love this man had bloomed, and then folded just as quickly—something like a night flower; in the light to was clear to see all the reasons someone like myself could never be suited for such a man, especially to marry and raise his children—by anyone's standards, and that I, again, would have to become an entirely other person to do so—and perhaps, in time, I would—become enough of another person; however, still myself, and with the grips of age upon all of us, I settled into the knowing that a man like Dillon Francis would by now have found a perfect thorough-bread white women with whom to share his life with—in the way of a smart businessman, which I also knew he was. Perfect, either way, I was still somehow remarkably thankful to his parents for having brought him into the world, in which doing so they had colored my own with such warmth and smiles that I could not ignore.

            i had realized for some time that my own predisposition to designer children had become a prominent factor in my own mounting attraction; it appeared as though surely the father to my future children was indeed white, and thiugh looked down upon by the blacks for being so inconsiderate as yo even be attracted to ‘my own kind', I saw it as just that—‘my own kind, in that I could not so much be attracted to dark skinned men as I could be attracted to anyone in my own family—brothers, cousins, etc., and in my own mind it even felt wrong and strange to consider that my future children would be passed the considerable amount of genetic trauma and all the disadvantages that came with it—not to mention the cruelty and trauma in the waking life I had experienced with nearly every black man I had ever known, and it seemed almost as if all men of color were meant to be friends and not partners within this waking world—sexual partners, at least—as I wasn't by the hurt I had experienced yet intrinsically racist and afraid; in business, and of course, especially in music, I had become used to being classified by race and had become so familiar with the inner workings of the colored world and colored culture through music—of course, in a world where the rappers and producers of the hip-hop world never wanted to just be friends, or simply work on projects fluidly, without some kind of innuendo or connotation—which I had years ago, of course realized, could have skyrocketed me to success, playing this sort of game; using my sexuality and sensibility for studio time, or dating around in the circles of mini-stardom that came with the movement of money from the streets; it was simple to see and easy to know that most rappers came into money in other ways in order to afford studio time, producers, and pieces of the limelight, and with that, came the expectation that the women of the industry were typically expected to succumb to the misogynistic standards represented in colored culture; it had become apparent in the world of music, but especially in hip hop and R&B music culture, that women were seen as objects, possessions, and decorations—all of which was devastating to myself, of course, a semi-androgynous non-bianary post-racial indigent indigenous-American with more of a mind for integration and evolution than materialism and manipulation; all this to say, I simply wasn't fit to be controlled and contorted by the color-coded system within the hip-hop industry, and in which ways never considered myself ‘black' or ‘black enough' without some forceful habit forming, or movement within the system I had of course out of sheer dissemblance been sorted into.

            Then, I wasn't typically willing to give up on any of my ideals, and of course had set my sights on being the perfect woman for whatever future husband and father to my future children would have me; I had missed out on the Hollywood life by a long shot and it would literally take a miracle to make me into a star; something like Anandar, but with a lot more money and power to fix all that was broken with my body, my heart, and my mind to match the charisma and talent I knew that I had—and I knew that I did have it. I knew that with a perfect body I would have already been given the opportunity to be signed somewhere, probably a major label like I had wanted—because with the talent that I already did have to match a perfect body, I was marketable. I knew that given the right clothes, nails, and hairstyles I would become a magnet for attraction, as even know, roaming the streets of New York City in ragged harem pants and old Chuck Taylors, I still had a sense of undying magnetism about me in my presence alone; a stature which dominated and demanded respect from those with the right eyesight and mind frame to see past my worn and haggard appearance and into the untapped plethora of symphonies and sonic alchemism which had been so divinely gifted, the thing which I kept sacred and cherished most in myself—and I did love myself, actually, probably so much so that the hatred and darkness of the world which seemed to need me to end myself continued to follow me in the form of what one might call the devil, if one believed in such—the typically obese or otherwise empty, malleable broken and soulless bodies possessed by which I had named ‘the coughing demon', which seemed some kind of demonic or satanic force with no other aim than to have me dead at all.

            I was, in fact, some sort of genius—not of course that it meant anything to anyone probably besides my mother, and whatever lover could see past my obvious faults—a body which had been tormented and stretched, scarred by trauma, a seven year old son with whom his father I had forcibly become estranged from due to violence—who may have even gone far enough as to have me hunted by this coughing demon so that I may never know my very own son— and the rest of the baggage that came with being a broken soul, once homeless, with skin dark enough to be prone to racism and without the perfect body to make up for it; as, one thing I had noticed is that the men of my desire often could see past color—so long as the body which was painted in any way brown was perfect enough to suit him.

            I knew I needed to Fonda way to pay for that surgery, to remove the damage which had been done to my body in the 30 years I had spent on earth, most of which I had spent fighting in some way for freedom, and best of all love—which to now, only my sons had truly given me; perhaps I could take a lesson from Kayla Lauren after all—the reformed pornstar and personal trainer —

            I hated personal training with a bloody passion, but making enough money for that kind of surgery on a DJ's salary seemed impossible, and probably was. It would take almost no time at all to become certified, and after all, under all that excess skin and ugly trauma was the body I had wanted and needed all along, to attract someone like Sonny. The moment had gone, though—and all of my wants and thoughts were in the wash; I had almost taken the long route of possible love—and it was the longest road at all to have gone from Sonny, to Dillon, to Joel with nothing more than a plethora of songs and all that I had ever wanted to become; In fact, all I had ever really wanted was love—but at this point, the point of no return, I realized that there was no inconceivable way that that love would come from the top, especially at the bottom— and now, from the confines of a hotel room full of broken and lost souls, Grammy season upon us with the nomination for the Best Dance album or whatever it was seeming to come from the very bottom of my own misguided heart, I learned my lessons entirely wel—to let go, and to learn from everything I had gathered, to make a list of everything I had ever wanted, material or not, and to pay close attention to every song and album drop —to pull the pieces of The Festival Project together for my own good, and forget about love. There was no love in music business, just music—and perhaps the only father to my children was the father to my son, who I had brighter forgotten nor sacrificed in exchanged for whatever arrangement was expected; that with the demonic howling of racing cars and the satanic whooping coughs of the empty bodies which surrounded me at all times had indeed trapped me in this loveless region of Hell for no purpose other than being what I was— a ‘black woman', by society's standards, despite my own thoughts on the subject—and the subject simply was; Love. There was no reason to stay in a world without Love, and instead based on money, and so it was settled that though serving my purpose, whatever it was, my time became shorter with every cough—that I would much rather have love than money—and it almost seemed that one would not come without the other.

            —Tales of a superstar DJ

            [Return all RED negative energy back to sender—

            Return red energy to sender

            Return negative energy to sender;

            Return all negative m energy to sender m

            return red to sender]

            [When it]

            Turns out,

            The bottom of your heart

            Was the tip of the Ice Berg

            And the whole ship has [s]unk[en],

            [&] I[t]'s probably ice cold

            At the bottom of the ocean;

            I'll tell you where i'm from

            Why,

            I'll tell you anything for

            About one dollar

            Turns out,

            I've already got one eye on you;

            One eye'd sad heart

            I should probably roll out my art on you

            [I probably should not]

            One man bought a kiss,

            Another, a whole night from her–

            One man bought a whole farm

            The other, a Whole Foods Market

            –and you can't even franchise those

            Amazon's got a monopoly

            We were playing for corners of earth,

            All i got was some kandi,

            Subscriptions to candidly,

            Actually,

            I really liked the tree trial

            (I think i'll wait a week, sorry)

            When it turns out

            The world that you wanted

            Was actually hours already

            The dollar you got

            Was also borrowed

            And the money they wanted and got

            Was just actually stolen from someone else

            They bought all the food up

            And sold it for profits

            I promise this avocado

            Once costs nothing at all

            But you wanted that car for your daughter

            She's got a mercedes and don't even drive it

            My mom, on my honor

            Of all the garages in Lost Lands,

            I promise the owner of it was

            The first to go last,

            And the last to come home

            Now he's on his own alter

            And also the worshiper;

            How do you go back?

            Oh, you don't

            Oh you don't

            Oh, you don't wanna know that

            But i was of course,

            All of your rock bottoms

            It's bottoms and tops, and

            We don't let the top fall over,

            We're counting up crumbs

            And this muffin costs $24 dollars

            Pour a whole bottle of coconut water out on the sidewalks

            For the dead homies

            Not dead in the general sense

            But just in the head, the heart,

            And the soul

            The homeless are happier at McDonalds

            Than asking at crossroads and crosswalks

            For dollars I'd rather spend elsewhere

            I'll avoid the power struggle at operations

            for about 18 dollars and 56 sense

            (Please, keep the pennies)

            I'm feeling around in my 6th sense that there's

            Something indecent, or decadent

            Whichever it is

            Cause i'm better of with the memory of it

            Than actually dragging it in.

            –I'm a cat again.

            Ouch.

            Shut up.

            It HURTS.

            Of course it hurts, you just had heart surgery without any anistetics.

            YEah, but to be fair–that was a lot of acid.

            Yes, but lucily* for you–

            –or, for him–

            Lucily for us, there's no lethal amount of acid.

            –Ouch–

            –Shut up.

            That we know of.




            No, not the google documents!

            GET IN THE HOLE.

            Hm.

            What.



            Blood Shower

            All along the watch tower



            Do you feel good?

            Do you?

            Do you feel bad about this.

            I do. I feel bad about this.

            I forgot to tell you–

            I should probably let you know that I just want to

            MAN, FUCK THIS DUDE.

            MA.

            WAHT.

            IT'S ON.


            WHAt.

            THE SHOW IS ON.

            THEWHAT.

            THE–

            *suddenly self aware*

            …I gotta get out of Boston.




            What, first this was about war, now it's about bird people?

            It's about a war WITH the bird people.

            I should sleep.

            Hahaha. No.

            This isn't funny anymore.

            At least it's over.




            MA–

            Oh, it's far from over.

            Yo, i'm going through some crazy shit right now.

            Spur of the moment

            I'd never thought of it;

            This is gonna take forever.

            I don't have the patience

            To even write this

            I just want french fries right now

            But been up for two days with no gym and

            I'm on a diet.

            GUAC TIME.

            No, no burritos.

            GUAC TIME.

            Oh shit, this is getting real as fuck .

            NOw i see it three ways.

            I love it.

            I hate it.

            HEY, LET ME OUT.

            GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, SKRILLEX.

            I'M DILLON FRANCIS.

            IN THE HOLE.

            Check it out.

            Huh.

            It's another DJ.

            *agrees*

            Should we pick him up.

            WEll, the good news is: I found your friend.

            Oh, that's good.

            The bad news is: He's dead.

            Oh, that–'s … nice.

            Yeah. It is.

            Uh. Kaskade.

            Yeah.

            We gotta find Ryan.

            Why. What's up?

            You're freaking me out.

            Why. What's up.

            Nothing

            IS it my eyes?

            I–

            *wild ass eyes*

            Yeah, it's probably that.

            Fuck dude, what did you do to deadmau5.

            NOTHIN.

            He's not the same.

            What the fuck is that.

            Holy shit I jus timejumped

            Where the fuck are you going.

            How the fuck could this happen?!

            It COULDN'T.

            Well, that's it then.

            *shrugs*

            Well, I guess we're just gonna have to go dig up Dillon Francis.

            I guess so.

            Do you think he's still alive.

            Like, probably not–

            Maybe…

            No, probably not

            @prodbywar& @Halmadeit

            This amazon order took me nine hours

            Alexa, I think i should fire her

            Like a arm

            I don't leave at night without armor

            Don't make me a martyr

            Your mom will be proud of us all

            If i make it outta here

            And i'll look after her

            Got the whole block coming up on my heels as I walk

            Wtf is it…

            Idk dude.

            Is it speeding up?

            I…i think so.

            There's no way this is 140

            IT's 140.

            It's 140 .

            There's no way.

            Yes way.

            Nah huh.

            Let me see.

            No.

            Let me at the decks.

            Let me at the decks.

            NO.

            YO LET ME AT THE DECKS.

            You want deks.

            Yes.

            I got deks.

            Really.

            yeus .

            I never listened to it like this

            In ableton

            I read serato, synesthesia and rekordbox

            I talk a lot,

            I'm like a human music box

            I walk a lot

            I run my mouth a mile a minute

            (faster than i run around the track reciting rap words)

            Like they're passwords.

            Oh, I could do this forever..

            I wish i had i microphone right now

            And was all alone

            With the lights off

            Lying on the floor

            I'd be lying if i said I could afford you

            Just to fornicate

            But may consider playing with a foreigner

            If you're all for her

            I'm unnerved, you know

            Cause i've been up so long

            My monster likes to play with boys and

            Make the bass go down below where

            Nobody does anymore

            Once I get a hold of things

            Or the hang of it

            You've got another hot ones on your hands

            I've another record under my belt

            Or in my roster,

            Whatever you'd call it

            But now I've got no time to bark about

            Wanting a dog and a daughter

            But none of the responsibility or

            Going through all the trouble to find her a father

            I'm still holding a fart in.

            Reaally–cause–it's been a really long time.

            WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT A LONG TIME, JIMMY FALLON??

            Um a lot! You literally just saw me make the journey all the way up from nothing.

            I am nothing

            EXACTLY.

            I don't have time to fight with you Jiimmy Fallon.

            I did NOT write these games by myself you know?!

            Um, excuse me– “GAMES” ?!

            YES, GAMES.

            Uh, I've only got one game with you in it, my friend.

            Is that so!

            One game that I've written with the Great–formerly LATE Jimmy Fallon.

            Is that like a play on words cause i'm on late night TV

            YOu'RE ON ALL THE TIME TV, JIMMY. NBC SHIT IS PRACTICALLY AUTOMATICALLY SYNDICATED.

            -_-

            …are you alright.

            –_-_-__-_

            Hold on, I think i've got it

            Nice, I found a growler.

            yOu still haven't got all the monsters and sprites

            Ive got all the big ones, but the little ones are harder to catch.

            GrO0Wl3rrr.

            Aww.

            He's so ugly.

            Yeah, but cute, though, right.

            I don't think so.

            Gro)WwlErrrrrrrrr.

            Aww.

            That's so fucking gross.

            lol . so what does this thing look like.

            Well, that't the thing about the monsters and sprites.

            WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

            It's alright, it's alright–he's nice.

            WHAT. THAT'S A SPRITE.

            No, it's a monster. He's just scary.

            SUPACREE.

            David Bowie. What up.

            God, it took me ages to find you.

            Tell me about it. I'm still trying.

            We've been expecting you for a long time.

            You were expecting I'd die?

            Yes.

            So when she says she's “married to the music…”

            I'm married to the music.

            Oh, so.

            Yo, honestly if you een want to talk to this bitch, you'd better have like a musical instrument, or a mic in your hands,

            Otherwise–

            No, getawayfrom me.

            It's not even worth it.



            HI.

            –No.

            What's up?

            Tempo.

            SUNNI

            Cotour

            From the store

            I was poor

            Now i'm honorable

            In velour,

            Glamour (Snap)

            Forsure,



            Jesus Christs is

            making appearances in my abletons

            I'm not able to comprehend or understand exactly the message,

            But the evidence sire is mounting

            Get it

            Reached the temple,

            More of a sanctuary,

            Is that sacrilegious

            I guess it is,

            I'm stressed as ever

            Trying to get it to gether




            Hah right beside me davinci




            I'm way too tired for a remix;

            All i really want is some fries that are french

            And some thighs that are thick

            Like mine to sit on

            like five or six dicks

            Pick up up like chopped sticks

            There's nothing that can fix this

            (if it fits the picture)

            It's just residual effect of circumference

            Perhaps, it's just the geometrics mixing in with leverage

            I never felt safer

            Than in your arms

            And I never slept sounder

            How I wish that I never woke up

            (I never woke up)



            Soon these obsessions will cease,

            And I'll end it all…

            Soon these obsessions will cease,

            And I'll end it all

            It's honorable, you know

            When the world is overpopulated

            Heroic, courageous



            WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM?!

            What! To Who?!

            To Dillon Francis.

            Nothing!

            Look at em!

            Oh, wow.

            Yeah.

            What happened?

            You did.

            I didn't do that

            You did something.

            Oh, what happened?

            He's fat now.

            He's not fat, just…rounder.

            Maybe its buffness.

            Maybe it's happy weight.

            On crows the owl

            Somebody saw it all

            No knowing how, but

            Somebody saw it all

            know knowing how at all

            But

            Somebody saw it all

            Somebody saw it all

            They're still watching



            DAVE GROHL

            Well, hope tt works out for you.

            What. Where you going.

            Anywhere but here.

            Are you serious?

            So fuckin serious.

            You don't want in on this?

            Are you out of your mind

            Yes.

            Of course. That was a stupid question

            wait , what happened

            I don't know. I kinda figured sometimes it's best to just start in the middle of an argument. Saves me having to build suspensese–especially working with celebrity guests–

            less cut takes?

            Less cut takes!

            Okay, who wants cupcakes.

            NOBODY. THE INVITATION CLEARLY STATES

            “WE HAVE COOKIES”



            [silence]

            [beat.]

            …I'll have a cupcake

            Ugh!

            –yeah, I–I'll have one, too.

            Are you serious.

            They look tasty.

            I'll tell you what looks tasty…

            Tell me, i'll write a hit song about it.

            Try to keep it classy.

            Okay, look in here for a second.

            Alright, i'm looking.

            How many tracks do you see.

            I don't know. At leas 5.



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