February 16, 2023

[Your Mother’s Episode.] (SEASON 6- ACT III, PART VII)

25 minutes

Festival Project

A Saga

S Ū P A © R E E ™

One World.

| PEACE. LOVE. UNITY. RESPECT. |

Lifelong friends navigate the infinitely incredible world of rave culture, journeying together (and sometimes, apart) into the PLUniveRse© in fantastical, philosophical, and third-eye-opening adventures--the likes of which have never been seen (or foretold.)

Festival Project™ is a multi-genre, mystifying and magical cross-genre series, set against the backdrop of modern rave culture-- combined with historical and futuristic elements-- across expansions of space-and-time, unifying with The Universal Consciousness in a multidimensional and explorative ensemble of Films, Episodic Series, Music Videos, Extended Playlists, and Concept Albums.

A perpetual symphony of artistic storytelling though a cavalcade of wonderful and whimsical characters along high-intensity, off-the-map adventures--showcased through Music, Film & Interactive Art Explorations--set upon the dreamlike actual reality of an unravelling fabric of time-and-space.

Enter The Multiverse: Anything Is Possible.

This explosive and expansive wave of enigmatic, chaos-colliding, charismatic [ and often comedic] kinetic energy, reflects a shared experience throughout all time in human connection; Journey beyond the unknown, to Worlds Within--and Without.

Everything is Everything.

The Festival Project Saga is a multi-media Music, Film and Television saga that offers a new perspective on the ever-changing and recently popularized culture of dance music; it touches on the history of the culture as a whole, as well as a variety of other societal issues this generation faces—friendship, connectivity, communication—the dawn of social media, America's education system and justice system, immigration, and emerging mental health and drug crisis—while also taking a look at a history of counter culture as a derivative of the rapidly evolving technology of today's society. Through its characters and storylines, we dive deeply into a conglomerate of generational growth and exponentially educational topics, lightheartedly touching tales of friendship, family through blood and through bond, and exploring fields, of Astrology, Philosophy.

Festival Trip- Two lifelong friends take a two-week-long trip across the country, to attend two major music festivals—one on the west coast (Among Aliens, in California), and one on the east (Ultimate Music Festival)

Chava Hoffs

Sala Emillio

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Solomon Dominguez- Chava's “homie-lover-friend”, a DC native transplanted to LA who hustles and bustles the 3-job life to live the California dream—a surprisingly dedicated and loyal friend to Chava, who considers him the “king of fuckboys”—which, is not entirely untrue.

Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus)

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with.

Running Jokes:

-Ridiculous DJ names and Absurd Fictional Festivals

-Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding-Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

-Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

-Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

“Go climb broke-bitch mountain!”

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong. long- distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful FaceTime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severely grotesque.

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

[The Break-Up]

Sala: FUCK YOUR BIRTHDAY!

CHAVA: I'M SURE YOU WOULD IF YOU COULD, IF MY BIRTHDAY HAD A PENIS.

Sala: YOUR BIRTHDAY DOES HAVE A PENIS—IT'S YOU, DICK.

CHAVA: THEN SUCK ME, SALLY MAE.

SALA: YOU WISH, WANDA.

CHAVA: Can't make a wish with no fucking candles, Kandace.

SALA: Huh. I would have thought there were candles just judging by hard you fucking BLOW, Bonnie!

CHAVA: Then drive off cliff, Clyde.

A remote, unnamed city near the North Pole, in the Alaskan Arctic Circle.

It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

In the scene where random ravers find Sala's backpack in the parking lot, debut Rave Dora

[Backpack SupaCreeMixx]

“I'm a backpack loaded up with things and Knick-knacks too—anything that you might need, I got inside for you...”

Festival Trip One-Liners/ Slang/ Phrases

Keep up, Kassandra

Hold Up, Heather

Be back, Becky

Back up, Barbra

Shut up, Susan/ Shut Up Sandra/ Shut Up Sharon/

Sit Down, Sally

Shove It, Shelly

Stop It, Stella

Chill, Chelsea

Cheer Up, Charlie (a reference to Willy Wonka)

Get out my biz, Liz

Really Billy?

Excerpt, Act III

Chava: Dude, your energy is killing me.

Sala: So.

Chava: Soo, fix it.

Sala: What do I look like—Bob the Builder?

Chava: More like Wreck-It-Ralphed-All-Over-Yourself

Sala: Fuck you.

Chava: Off limits. I'm the last person on earth you haven't fucked.

Sala: Jealous?

Chava: Of the super-massive black-hole that is your vagina? No. I just wish my camera had a better low-light filter so I had actual photographic proof of an 8th world wonder.

Sala: …fuck you.

Chava: ‘No' Means ‘No'. [blows whistle] Get up.

Sala: Ahhhhh—Get fucked!

Chava: I was—and you ruined it being a hoe—but I'm willing to look past that, because its a beautiful fucking day in Miami and we're about to get lit. C'mon. S'day one.

Sala: Day 1 of rave 2, I'm over it.

Chava: Hoe, I'm over you.

Sala: Get over me, then, bitch—

Chava: I already said I am. Get with it.

Sala: Get with this dick.

Chava: What's a dick without some balls, bro? Pussy.

Sala: …

Chava: You mad?

Sala: I been mad.

Chava: Stay mad, then.

Sala: How about I just stay here.

Chava: Pay here, stay here, bitch—this trip ain't free.

Sala: This trip ain't me. Raves are your thing. I'm not a “festival chick.”

Chava: You are for the next three days.

Sala: …Three…?!

Chava: And counting. Get. Some. Motherfuckin' balls. Here, have some Jesus Juice.

[She extends her arm, holding the bottle in front of Sala]

Sala: Ughhh.

Chava: Come on, man. I'm tryna see Cow Turds.

Sala: You're engaged to one.

Chava: Shut the fuck up and drink. Here, I'll have one with you.

The Epic Trip – ‘Girl—Meet World'. After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada.

F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Sala, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”)

Vibes [Mini Series, Prequel]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts GoF*ckYourself (GFY), the biggest summertime festival in the region.

Festival Trip II [First Sequel ]-

It's been a magical year and the breakup is over;

A 20-something's imaginary friend returns, a decade after disappearing, just as she finds herself on the brink of ‘real adulthood', and has settled into the mundane and mediocre—as he leads her on a journey of self-discovery, she internally struggles with whether to tell her therapist—after deciding (or rather, being convinced) she shouldn't, she begins a desperate search for answers in what seems like a downward spiral into

(Use- I'm on my way to heaven, for trailer.)

A group of friends decide to form their own society after discovering an “uncharted” island—what they don't know [understand] is that the world government is observing at every angle—and as their population increases, they struggle as the popularity of their culture and lifestyle explode—

Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist

Ū [Amnesia/Working Title]

Miami (Ami) A fashion designer and music enthusiast who attends festivals in her spare time, seeking inspiration for her fashion and design blog; she shares an apartment with her lesbian best friend from college, who works as a freelance writer and photographer.

Crystal (Chrys) A short-haired-yet-feminine gender-non-conforming lovable with a dry sense of humor and an eye for art; Music lover and fan of festivals, Miami's “convert” into the rave world.

Serra- A high-matinence instagram model who supports herself through social media promotion and influencing, modeling Miami's fashion line and sugar-babying/arm-candying to make her way through life, usually attending festivals as someone's date or just to take pictures/show face.

Samuel/Donnie- Sensei Samurai: An award-winning world-renowned music artist and specialty DJ, the soul-headliner of ‘Magic's Mountain art and Music Festival'

Daz- Sam/Donnie's Manager- (Antagonist)

Lazers, pyrotechnics, strobes, and confetti light the night sky as Sensei Samurai, a medium-build white guy sporting two long braids and a samurai cut (his signature style), dances atop the table which supports a state-of-the-art DJ set-up; The stage is massive, the crowd is wild--but he is at home--or rather, at work, and at the top of his game. He jumps down from the table, drinking from a red solo cup, before he picks up the microphone to speak to his audience:

Samuel: LET ME SEE YOU FUCKING JUMP.

He dances around, flailing his arms to gesture to the crowd, drinking again from his red solo cup . He moves to the beat of the music as he focuses to adjust the mixer, structuring a build-up. His manager watches from backstage, carefully eying his every move.

Samuel: --ARE YOU GUYS READY?

[He lights a ciggarette, sips from his cup again as he continues to mix. He nods along to the beat, grooving as he plots his next move, looking into the crowd with hunger in his eye.]

Dez: (speaking into a earpiece) Sammy, take it easy...

[He glances stage left, to where Dez is situated and watching him like a hawk; He nonchalantly shrugs, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air, decisively irritated with the instruction.]

Dez: (Cont'd): I mean it, chill.

[Samuel sticks his finger into his ear, wiggling it profusely--and dislodges the hidden inner-earpiece, eyeing Dez as he pulls up his headphones, deep in the mix; He takes a long drag from his ciggarette, master-minding as he feverously twists the knobs and dials of the mixer.]

Samuel (over the mic) NO CHILL MOTHERFUCKERS. [The music speeds as he prepares for the drop.]

Dez: (forgetting momentarily that he will not be heard) Sam, don't--!

[Too late. Samuel Drops the bass so hard, it hurts, ripping off his headphones and running straight into the crowd, head first to crowd surf. The crowd goes massively, insanely wild.]

Through the lens of Crystal's camera, we see a series of still photos, capturing Sam's wild plunge into the crowd, just off-center in the front row. Miami looks to her right, giving her a nod of approval; Crystal shoots her a hand signal for “ok”. Miami looks to her left, lifting an eyebrow and smirking at Serra, who bounces off-beat against a tall wooky gentleman who has his arms around her through the sleeves of a spirit hood, tilting her head from side to side as she poses for selfies. Miami happily sways to the motion of the music, putting one hand over the rail and pulling up her mask with the other, as she watches Samuel be lifted back onto the stage and take his place behind the decks. The set continues, the crowd, the lazers, and the effects go wild: The backdrop reads ‘SENSEI SAMURAI' His backup dancers are acrobatic ninjas.

Samuel: Thank you Magical Mountain, I Love You Guys!!

The crowd goes wild as Samuel exits the stage, ignoring Dez as he breezes past him.

Dez: (following after him) I thought I said, “No more crowd surfing, no more stage diving.”

Samuel: I thought you said that, too.

Dez: Do you recall “OhMyLanta?”

Samuel: (sarcastically) Oh, you mean that festival in Atlanta?

Dez: Yes.

Samuel: How creative.

Dez: ‘Creative' would describe the legal team's very expensive, very strenuous tactical strategy which weaseled you out of a very serious lawsuit.

Samuel: What? When was this?

Dez: This was when you decided to stage dive wearing goth-pants and your chains got stuck in that kid's earholes

Samuel: They're called Tripp pants.

Dez: Oh yeah...what do you call them after mutilating a teenager with them?

Samuel: Tripp pants I can sell on eBay. I made that kid a star.

Dez: You made him a cripple.

Samuel: --we still talk.

[EXT. A FARAWAY FOREST]

Bass blasts through the christmas-lit forest, a festival set in the meadow against the lush and natural forest scenery; Attendees come-and-go to-and-from the lines of tents and out into the festival grounds, where DJs headline stages, dancers and performers interact with spectators, vendors practice their unique salesmanship, and the wild and true nature of ravers is unleashed.

Frozen breath leaks from the laughing mouths of three young individuals, running through the forest; Twigs crush and leaves crackle underfoot of their prancing and galloping feet, clad in combat boots, tennis shoes, and platforms, respectively. Ripped fishnets hug the thighs that sweep together rapidly, swooshing as the legs that bare them race forward; a pashmina trails behind one's back, acting as a cape of sorts.

A thud, in the darkness of the forest. Crystal and Serra continue forward, unaware their friend has fallen for a few short moments, leaving Miami behind.

Miami confusedly looks for the obstruction which caused her to trip, discovering under a pile of brush and leaves, a man (Samuel) lying face down on the ground; her eyes widen and she draws slightly back, frightened, before squinting and leaning in to get a closer look; She turns on a glow toy for added light, she pants heavily under her breath, shaking slightly as she brushes away debris and leaves, uncovering his head and shoulders, revealing he is wearing a mask. She examines him. His glasses are broken, lying on the ground under his face--His hair is wet; he appears dead.

Crystal: ...I told you not to wear those.

Miami: Yo…

Crystal: Yo--*gasps* (she grabs Serra by the shoulder, holding her back.)

Serra: (She notices the body, under her pashmina, spirit hood, and glasses) Ohwhatthefuck. (she takes a few steps back)

Crystal: Don't move.

Serra: Yeah, fuck that. Fuck this. (she wraps the pashmina tightly around her face) [muffled] Fuck this.

Crystal: ...Ami, we should get out of here.

Miami: We should help him.

Crystal: He may be beyond help, honey.

Serra: He's fucking dead. Whatthefuck. Fuck this!

Crystal: ...Is he dead?

Miami: (she looks at him closely, there are no signs of life. she checks for breathing with her hand.) ...I don't know. (she checks again, leaning in closer. she grabs his wrist to check a pulse)

Serra: Don't touch it!

Miami: Shut up, I'm trying to get a pulse (beat) ...he's super cold.

Serra: He's super dead!

Miam: No, no...I don't think so. Crystal, come here--help me turn him over.

Crystal: Are you sure? What if he--wakes up and tries to--??

Miami: (urgently) What if it was you?

Crystal fishes for a flashlight and switchblade in her fanny pack, places the flashlight in her mouth and positioning the knife under her kandi cuffs. She cautiously inches forward.

Crystal: Serra, try to get some cell service so we can call for help.

The girls carefully turn him onto his back, wide eyed and bewildered. He is completely lifeless, clamy and pale--covered with dirt, and forestry. Miami continues to check for a pulse, shaking her head as he continues to appear dead.

Crystal: Do you feel anything?

Miami: …(shaking her head) I can't...he's like…(as she pulls up the sleeve of his hoodie and notices a familiar tattoo. she pauses for a moment, thinks, and then looks towards his head) Do you still have my mirror in your fanny pack?)

Crystal returns to her fanny pack, digging for the mirror. Miami carefuly leans in towards the man, examining him once more; she notices a necklace, also familiar--she thinks, as she moves to remove first the excess hair, and then the mask from his face, very carefully. She peels off his mask, immidiately shocked as she reckognizes his face--It is Samuel, who she knows as Sensai Samurai. She yeeps (imploded gasp, making Crystal look up; she, too recognizes him; she gasps. They look at eachother, then at him--then back to eachother.)

Miami: ...Give me your mirror.

Crystal: Dude, is this…?

Miami: Your mirror.

(she holds the mirror under his nose--a subtle cloud of fog appears; he is, in fact, alive.)

Crystal: Oh, my God.

Miami: He's breathing. Serra!

Crystal: ...This is Sensai Samurai.

Miami: (trying to convince herself) It probably just looks like him….

Crystal: I just took one-hundred close-up photos, dude--like, less than an hour ago--

Miami: Shhhhh! (she frantically begins to check his pockets) He's gotta have a wallet.

Crystal: What, you were going to save him--now you wanna roll him?

Miami: An ID. He's got to have an ID. (she frantically searches him) Hey Serra!

(Crystal lifts the other sleeve of his sweater, revealing a brightly colored wristband, and one singular kandi bracelet, which reads “Sensai” Simoltaneously, Miami has found something in one of the pockets--she produces a small box from one of the pockets of his cargo pants)

Crystal: Holy fuck. Look.

(she gestures the wrist band and bracelet.)

Miami: ...Artist's wristband. Fuck. It is him.

Crystal:

[Samuel is slumped lifelessly over both Crystal and Miami's shoulders, head hanging downward and hair flailing and dangling in his face as the girls struggle to support him. His oversized light-up sunglasses begin slipping, almost revealing his eyes.]

Girl:(looking over, concerned) ...Is your friend okay?

[He is clearly not. Serra slides her finger up his nose to adjust his glasses, eyeing the girl suspiciously.]

Crystal: [flatly] Yes.

[Samuel's dead-weight pulls him towards the ground, as he slips; the girls struggle to readjust; he seems heavier by the minute. They all three stare back at the girl, awkwardly; Miami fakes an ‘everything's fine' smile, while Crystal stares blankly through her sunglasses and Serra shoots a look of dissatisfaction.

[INT. KITCHEN. DAY.]

The three girls gaze in awe of Donnie, multitasking busily in the kitchen, hair pinned neatly atop his head with chopsticks, wearing a neatly-pressed (as in, freshly ironed) apron, as he removes one baking mit with his mouth and works about, happily consumed and bouncily, humming.

-...He's so...domestic.

Crystal -You'd think he'd carry a better tune.

Miami- Cause you'd be belting melodies after waking up out of a drug-induced coma?

Crystal- No--I guess I'd open a bake shop in some random girls' kitchen.

Miami: Donnie?

Donnie: Hmm, yes?

Miami: We...we have some news for you.

Donnie: Oooh! Is it celebrity news?

Miami:...sort of.

Donnie: I hope it's juicy gossip.

Crystal: Believe me--it'll be the talk of the town.

Donnie: This town?

Crystal: Any town.

[ She refills her wine glass first, then prepares two more, never breaking eye contact with donnie; His lighthearted excitement turns to slight confusion, as he furrows his brows,]

Miami: (sighs, taking his hand) Here, lets sit down.

Donnie: But, the macaroons--

Serra-What? That's what you're making?

[Donnie nods.]

Serra-...(to the side) maybe we should let him finish the macaroons, first...what if this like, fucks him all up.

Miami: No, it's time. I feel like we've already waited too long.

Serra-...I feel like he makes really good macaroons.

Miami: Yeah? Like grammy-award-winning macaroons?

-If by ‘Grammy', you mean my Grandmother would approve…

Miami: Your grandmother died of complications from diabetes.

Serra-...and you think macaroons had absolutely nothing to do with that?

[Crystal has already finished her first glass of wine, and begins to reach for the second glass, when Miami, out of the corner of her eye, catches her, snatching the glass from her gracefully, as she floats it to Donnie, sitting beside him, crossing her legs.]

Donnie: Before noon?

Crystal- Oh, so you know that rule?

Donnie: I know some things.

Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist

Blue Story

A wayward security officer drunkenly fills out an application to join the police academy, and is accepted—both to his surprise, and dismay.

#SQUAD OUT!- A Mockumentary-Style Comedy following several “tribes”, “squads”, “rave families”, and even solo-ravers surrounding a large group of ravers and friends.

Ū [Amnesia/Working Title]

Amnesia [Working Title]

Three girls at a camping festival find an incapacitated man in the woods and take him back to their campsite for safety—when one of the girls discovers that she recognizes the mysterious man, actually a headliner at the festival they're attending—two of the girls keep it a secret from their friend who would certainly take advantage of the situation. After discovering a “butt-load” of mind-altering substances on his person, Miami, the ring leader, makes a ‘judgement call' not to call the authorities, deciding instead to attempt to take him back to his trailer—however—when the girls haul him back to his campsite, they discover his manager, Dez, rifling through his belongings. When Samuel awakens, he has no memory of himself—and so a journey begins: a test of friendship, and a race against the clock.

Crystal (Chrys) A short-haired-yet-feminine gender-non-conforming lovable with a dry sense of humor and an eye for art; Music lover and fan of festivals, Miami's “convert” into the rave world.

Shane- A high-matinence instagram model who supports herself through social media promotion and influencing, modeling Miami's fashion line and sugar-babying/arm-candying to make her way through life, usually attending festivals as someone's date or just to take pictures/show face.

DONNIE “*giggles* what's a rave?”

Miami (takes a deep breath)

Crystal (facepalm)

Shane (purses her lips)

C-Is Giving drugs to somebody with amnesia bad?

M-I don't know what's bad for amnesia

S-Well maybe, it's not giving it to him that would be bad—like, they were already in his system, probably wouldn't he go like, into withdraw or something.

You're probably right

S-(I'm probably not)

Samuel/Donnie- Sensei Samurai: An award-winning world-renowned music artist and specialty DJ, the soul-headliner of ‘Magic's Mountain art and Music Festival'

Daz- Sam/Donnie's Manager- (Antagonist-)

Samuel: LET ME SEE YOU FUCKING JUMP.

Samuel: --ARE YOU GUYS READY?

[He lights a ciggarette, sips from his cup again as he continues to mix. He nods along to the beat, grooving as he plots his next move, looking into the crowd with hunger in his eye.]

Dez: (speaking into a earpiece) Sammy, take it easy...

[He glances stage left, to where Dez is situated and watching him like a hawk; He nonchalantly shrugs, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air, decisively irritated with the instruction.]

Dez: (Cont'd): I mean it, chill.

Samuel (over the mic) NO CHILL MOTHERFUCKERS. [The music speeds as he prepares for the drop.]

Dez: (forgetting momentarily that he will not be heard) Sam, don't--!

[Too late. Samuel Drops the bass so hard, it hurts, ripping off his headphones and running straight into the crowd, head first to crowd surf. The crowd goes massively, insanely wild.]

Samuel: Thank you Magical Mountain, I Love You Guys!!

The crowd goes wild as Samuel exits the stage, ignoring Dez as he breezes past him.

Dez: (following after him) I thought I said, “No more crowd surfing, no more stage diving.”

Samuel: I thought you said that, too.

Dez: Do you recall “OhMyLanta?”

Samuel: (sarcastically) Oh, you mean that festival in Atlanta?

Dez: Yes.

Samuel: How creative.

Dez: ‘Creative' would describe the legal team's very expensive, very strenuous tactical strategy which weaseled you out of a very serious lawsuit.

Samuel: Law-Suit? I've never worn one of those. Black-Label?

Dez: More like ‘black-book' with your name written on and in it. It took me weeks clean up.

Samuel: When was this?

Dez: When you decided to stage dive wearing goth-pants and one of your chains got stuck in that kid's earhole.

Samuel: They're called ‘Tripp' pants.

Dez: Oh yeah...what do you call them after mutilating a teenager with them?

Samuel: Tripp pants I can sell on eBay.

Dez: You made him a cripple.

Samuel: --we still talk.

A thud, in the darkness of the forest. Crystal and Shane continue forward, unaware their friend has fallen for a few short moments, leaving Miami behind.

Crystal: ...I told you not to wear those.

Miami: Yo…

Crystal: Yo--*gasps* (she grabs Shane by the shoulder, holding her back.)

Shane: (She notices the body, under her pashmina, spirit hood, and glasses) Ohwhatthefuck. (she takes a few steps back)

Crystal: Don't move.

Serra: Yeah, fuck that. Fuck this. (she wraps the pashmina tightly around her face) [muffled] Fuck this.

Crystal: ...Ami, we should get out of here.

Miami: We should help him.

Crystal: He may be beyond help, honey.

Shane: He's fucking dead. Whatthefuck.

Cystal: ...Is he dead?

Miami: (she looks at him closely, there are no signs of life. she checks for breathing with her hand.) ...I don't know. (she checks again, leaning in closer. she grabs his wrist to check a pulse)

Shane: Don't touch it!

Miami: Shut up, I'm trying to get a pulse (beat) ...he's super cold.

Shane: He's super dead!

Miam: No, no...I don't think so. Crystal, come here--help me turn him over.

Crystal: Are you sure? What if he--wakes up and tries to--??

Miami: (urgently) What if it was you?

Crystal fishes for a flashlight and switchblade in her fanny pack, places the flashlight in her mouth and positioning the knife under her kandi cuffs. She cautiously inches forward.

Crystal: Shane, try to get some cell service so we can call for help.

Crystal: Do you feel anything?

Miami: ...Give me your mirror.

Crystal: Dude, is this…?

Miami: Your mirror.

(she holds the mirror under his nose--a subtle cloud of fog appears; he is, in fact, alive.)

Crystal: Oh, my God.

Miami: He's breathing. Shane!

Crystal: ...This is Sensai Samurai.

Miami: (trying to convince herself) It probably just looks like him….

Crystal: I just took one-hundred close-up photos, dude--like, less than an hour ago--

Miami: Shhhhh! (she frantically begins to check his pockets) He's gotta have a wallet.

Crystal: What, you were going to save him--now you wanna roll him?

Miami: An ID. He's got to have an ID. (she frantically searches him) Hey Shane!

(Crystal lifts the other sleeve of his sweater, revealing a brightly colored wristband, and one singular kandi bracelet, which reads “Sensai” Simultaneously, Miami has found something in one of the pockets--she produces a small box from one of the pockets of his cargo pants)

Crystal: Holy fuck. Look.

(she gestures the wrist band and bracelet.)

Miami: ...Artist's wristband. Fuck. It is him.

Crystal:

Girl:(looking over, concerned) ...Is your friend okay?

[He is clearly not. Serra slides her finger up his nose to adjust his glasses, eyeing the girl suspiciously.]

Crystal: [flatly] Yes.

[INT. KITCHEN. DAY.]

-...He's so...domestic.

Crystal -You'd think he'd carry a better tune.

Miami- Cause you'd be belting melodies after waking up out of a drug-induced coma?

Crystal- No--I guess I'd open a bake shop in some random girls' kitchen.

Miami: Donnie?

Donnie: Hmm, yes?

Miami: We...we have some news for you.

Donnie: Oooh! Is it celebrity news?

Miami:...sort of.

Donnie: I hope it's juicy gossip.

Crystal: Believe me--it'll be the talk of the town.

Donnie: This town?

Crystal: Any town.

[ She refills her wine glass first, then prepares two more, never breaking eye contact with donnie; His lighthearted excitement turns to slight confusion, as he furrows his brows,]

Miami: (sighs, taking his hand) Here, lets sit down.

Donnie: But, the macaroons--

Serra-What? That's what you're making?

[Donnie nods.]

Serra-...(to the side) maybe we should let him finish the macaroons, first...what if this like, fucks him all up.

Miami: No, it's time. I feel like we've already waited too long.

Serra-...I feel like he makes really good macaroons.

Miami: Yeah? Like grammy-award-winning macaroons?

-If by ‘Grammy', you mean my Grandmother would approve…

Miami: Your grandmother died of complications from diabetes.

Serra-...and you think macaroons had absolutely nothing to do with that?

Donnie: Before noon?

Crystal- Oh, so you know that rule?

Donnie: I know some things.

Under The Mask —A superstar DJ and his best friend embark on a series of festivals under cover as non-celebrity citizens to first-handedly experience the other side of his world.

Grandma's Girl- A funeral turns into an accidentally epic week-long house party, after the ‘favorite grand child' becomes disappointed in the traditional send-off given by the family; While grieving and going through her late-grandmothers belongings, Serra discovers journals and an old phonebook, containing the life and times of her wildly adventurous grandma and her close friends—when she realizes that none of the people from her grandmother's life ‘before the family' are in attendance of her funeral (or even aware of her passing), she links up with her best friends to organize a ‘proper goodbye'. All heaven breaks loose, when ‘ravers of old' begin showing up to pay their respects to Silvia—things get a little out-of-hand when the gathering explodes due-to-word of mouth, as it turns out Grandma Silvia had a few more connections than expected—and they've all come from near-and-far to say their goodbyes.

Deathwish—A series about a woman who makes a death wish—but the stakes are raised wen all her wildest dreams come true, and death lurks just around the corner at every turn.

((M3))- A collection of silent films, by SupaCree Enter: World of Music

Ascension- Set in a parallel universe, Father TIme and Mother Nature are reconnected on Earth, as the dawn of a new-era arises at the peak of mankind's evolutionary journey.

Series is set in a parralell universe, a seperate realm where humans have met faced dark ages, technological or technological setbacks they live harmoniously and peacefully within— live spiritually and intuitively with the planet, and can gain/ strengthen certain abilities through higher learning, strength training, conditionig, and meditation; We begin at the dawn of a new age, where beings ('God Bodies' [working])acended from higher plains of conciousness walk amongst the living in 'humanform', guided and led to higher forms of being through teachings of the Acended sorcerers and masters belonging to the universal collective conciousness of light; Also amongst the living, in 'humanform',

Costumes: Modern-Futuristic

‘Thieo' makes his final wish (for his truest and ever lasting love) to his appointed Acceded Sorcerer; but there are trials he must endure and obstacles to be met before his wish come true—

C'Esmett— A warrior princess raised to rule is on on the brink of going rouge, after she is betrayed by her betrothed —her calling to become queen is imminent; yet she must overcome boundaries set by tradition, facing the powers-that-be to strengthen and master her own. Her ancient knowledge, ascended sorcery, and intrinsic healing mysticism— amongst other gifts of nature (a seer, fortune of truths; being of light)

“I'm sorry, but it's out of my control.”

“NOTHING Is out of your control."

"--Except for you."

She scorns him, and turns away swiftly, as her cape sweeps across the floor, as it flutters and whips behind her

“I'm sorry, but it's out of my control.”

“NOTHING Is out of your control."

"--Except for you."

She scorns him, and turns away swiftly, as her cape sweeps across the floor, as it flutters and whips behind her--she turns again, eyeing him directly, pointing to him with dismay as she takes in a breath; catching herself in anger, she deflates, keeping eye contact (though her gaze suddenly softens as she arrives

‘ACENSION'

Ascension- Set in a parallel universe, Father TIme and Mother Nature are reconnected on Earth, as the dawn of a new-era arises at the peak of mankind's evolutionary journey.

CHARACTERS

Thïeo {Petrutheïo} Godform Spiritclad Cross-Bodied sorcerer; Humanborn earthbound in his most recent incarnation to rule in the new age…(t b c)

C'Esmétt {Ch'Esmett X'oxįl Nazari is the most powerful being on planet Earth, and throughout multiple dimensions, through which she presides over, in various forms and figures; She possesses the universe's oldest Soul. a Godform Spiritclad Ascended Sorceress who possesses rare “Creation Energy”—the ability to form and shape matter, bend and travel through time, and control aspects of reality; Youthful and fiery, she is praised as a God of Light;

Supporting:

Kï'yara—Fireborn, Earthbound

Rai'ayn—Loveborn, Multi-Dimentional

Onyyxx—Rooted, Tri-Dimentiinal

The elements:

Love

Matter

Earth

-Of Ground

-Of Water

-Of Fire

-Of Air

...there are more but I'm tired right now.

The realms:

Now

Then (points in the past to which time bending bodies may access)

The past (inaccessible points on past timelines to those in human form or bound to earth, besides Godform; even so, the process is strenuous and dangerous.

Love

Self (to self, to travel inward and reflect a physical presence of the world within, outwardly; true self exists freely and ideally—you are able to converse with self as others see you [appearing as an identical twin with ideal aspects.

Light therapy

Frequencies

Vibrationally energizing

Body waves are

Paralyzing

Lines of

Broken harmonies

Inside of me.

Crying on the clock;

Rocking back and forth

Stocking full of coal

Greetings from the North Pole

If Santa Clause is real

Maybe we can make a deal;

If my heart is made of steel

You can't steal it—I can feel it

Winter is here

The world is money hungry

(So am I)

The world is simply starving

(So am I)

The world is so alarming

(So am I)

The world is just evolving.

(So I am.)

Cause I've been going crazy

Stuck inside myself

And I've been feeling lazy

Just beside myself

And I've been thinking lately

That just maybe, someday maybe

I'll be

It's all connected—

The reason we disconnect

Is we're neglected

I wonder what you'd expect

You can't express it

Just repress it.

Repression syndrome—

Came up too fast;

Compression syndrome

Suck it in

Suck it up,

You stupid fuck

Dive deeper

Ū (EP)

1. Thank U

2. I'm Sorry

3. I Love U

4. I miss U

I like your vibe

Come join my squad

Curiosity killed the cat

Carbohydrates killed the queen

Don't cry

“I'll try...”

50 Shades of Blue

Don't pick up the phone

And here you are:

8 years later,

With a baby on your back and—

Bills to pay

You have to decide

(What the fuck)

what the world is all

about today.

Don't want to be Cree

For a really long time

I just need

I just need a whole mind

I was me the whole time

I never left

And yet

There I was—looking at myself from above,

All the love in the world;

Just a lonely little girl

Trapped in her

Head

Never got out of bed, that day:

But I went away somewhere,

And there I was—looking at myself from above,

All the love in the world,

Just a lonely little girl

Trapped in her

Head

And I said

“why are you waking me up?”

But I wasn't asleep—

I just wanted to fuck

And sometimes, it's too much

Too much is, never enough

I've never been in love (with me)

But I've always been in love (with you)

And if you had seen it

It wouldn't have been the death of me.

Deeper I'll go:

Deeper to find

How I crossed white lines

To become

Colorblind

How did you find me, here

My deer?

How did you know

Where to go?

How did you know, I would

Follow you there,

Once you finally showed me the road?

I've seen both the frog, and the toad;

You've already left me exposed,

And I'm frozen in time

Just to find

Paradise—

I tried.

But love is a blind bat,

Diving into a vat of

Darkness;

a hat is only a hat,

If only there was more—

And there is.

There always is more—

You just have to live more,

And once you've been through the cycles, you could be

Recycled.

Ruined.

Rebuilt.

Guilt is only ever,

Created after pleasure...

With immense imploding pressure

- [ ] You were born

EP-GA

[2K19]

Mother Earth and

Father Time are

Making love right

By the fire

You are motion—

I am sickness

I am goddess;

Be my witness.

And I'll probably run for President—

Just like I tend to run from everything; not because I want to do it, but because I have to...

And just as I run from everything,

I run to everything—

As is the vicious cycle of life, unrepeated.

I should have seen it coming, when he kicked my puppy—I didn't, but my mother did, and it might have been the same day. If not, it was definitely on the same porch—the same porch where...my adolescence began, and ended.

There is no cure

When your spirit is broken

There is no cure—when you suffer in silence

There is no cure—

When you've seen all the violence

It's only you.

Breadcrumbs—

I'm not dumb,

I'm just muted.

The dragon I'm chasing is me,

And I just...

Set the world on fire—

I just—need to—

I just—adjust.

Translucent and transparent

I am the thing that happens when you

Parent your own parents.

And I just

I been waking up randomly,

Panicking—

Wishing I was dancing

In the moonlight

I'm vanishing without a trace

And maybe I just hate this place,

Maybe I'm just displaced

I hate this

I been waking up randomly

Filling the void

Avoiding my eyes in reflections

I fell in love at a festival

She came to dance, she was solo oh-oh

...took my hand, sack let's go- oh—oh-oh

She didn't care

I'm a tax write-off

I'm a meal ticket

I'm a grasshopper;

Or maybe, a cricket—

Ricochet rabbit

Why am I like this?

“Why do you fight this?”

I was not invited

to mingle

This ‘tingle' I get is more than

A threat—I regretted,

The moments I never forget

The secrets you keep

The stories you never will tell—

This is hell, you're not dreaming

It's only a nightmare.

Too much to think about

So I don't

Dissociative,

I associate everything

Within—without

I reflect everything

I've been about,

Stuck beside myself

I am just a clone,

A lone shadow of my

Own

All alone, and—

I never planned to leave this planet

But I have.

You're out of my league

Out of my league

Why can't you see that

It's so hard to be

Paying the price for this

Quarter-life crisis

I don't mean to write this

So bad, but

I can't trust myself anymore

I can't trust this world anymore

Life is just

Too complicated

I'm jaded—I'm faded out

Phased out, going about in this

Town like I'm drowning in

Insecurity

Or rather, a diamond in the rough

I've got enough stuff

I just need love.

You're out of my league

I can see that

I can't be that, thing

What you want is perfection

I just like who you are and thats—

Never enough.

I have nothing but love to give, love

So forgive this:

I didn't think I'd live this long

But I was wrong

And it was longer than I thought

Ago

Life is just

Too complicated

I'm jaded—I'm faded out

Phased out, going about in this

Town like I'm drowning in

Insecurity

Do you wanna know what it's like to be lonely like me

I can tell you better than show you

Once I get to know you good luck

AMNESIA NOTES

Miami Wade

Crystal Brooks

Donder (Donny) “we'll just call you Donny”

“Why?”

Uhhh...Because...we found you in the woods.

“What?”

“You know, like—the wild thornberrys”

“Sounds tasty”

“Uhhh—wasn't Donny found in the Jungle”

“Uhhh—isn't the jungle just a denser version of the woods?”

“I guess. It's like an earth-remix”

“What's a remix?”

Miami wells up—Crystal jumps up excitedly

“Awwwwri

And I've been stuck on Abbot Kinney,

Thinking about Will Rodgers and

Thinking that I'm a dodgers fan—

But I'm not,

I just like crowds.

And LA makes me proud

Of everything I need to be:

And if the world were watching me

She'd think she was herself.

I was never sleeping, I'm just here

And I was never reading, I just

Put the bookmark where I left off...

I could drift off into,

The taste of ink

And as it dries in my palm—

I know it won't take long until I'm

Drifting back into—sifting back into

Space—grains of sand.

You'll know when you've reached the promised land.

Hello, Good Friend:

‘It's time to fall in love...with yourself.'

The world has the most to learn from its elders and it's youth—fever disrespect the sometimes even subtle wisdom of a child or your elders.

A1 (Lost in the Sauce)

Break beats

Ruffneck Bass:

That's what I like in my face

Drop that shit, don't make me wait

Make me dance off all this waste

I like chocolate, give me cake

Wednesday mornin' wake-n-bake

Star Jones—Oprah—Ricky lake

Which is real and which is fake?

Pick the right one, no mistake

River—ocean—crater lake

“White girl: can I touch your hair? Is it fake??”

Out of order—

Order steak.

[ Sample: The Epic Trip]

[interlude- two friends at a festival//a phone call]

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I can't hear you!”

“Hello?”

“BRO. Where are you?”

“I'm by the—WAIT—hello?!”

“WHAT? ”

“HELLO?”

[the call drops]

“Yo. Where the fuck is she?”

“I don't know man, probably lost in the sauce...”

Sample Lost In The jungle//Kendrick Boo Boo

Friends that say that they “gotchu” and then don't

Ain't your friends—

they're enemies

Keep them close

Nobody gives a fuck about you—

Except you—

Remember that.

And if you can't remember

Make a habit of forgetting

Cause you're just another

member of society

With social anxiety

Your sense of propriety

Probably shouldn't be

Anything

I'd give anything

Just to take back all my fucks

Put them in a bucket,

Throw it over my shoulder

And wish the world

“Good fucking luck”

I'm so done with it

This is the last chance you get

So have fun with it

There's no pleasure, no smiles—

No love in it

I'm just driving for miles

Above the shit

Transitions- Silent Film/EP

Kandi moves to a new city from far, far away—and finds herself lost trying to find her own vibe. ❤️

1. The Bus Song

2. Pretty Girls (SupaCreeMixx)

3. DOD (Phoenixx remix)

“Holy infected fuck!” [thats my vibe right now]

North Star

After an EMP attack, an unlikely leader becomes a guide to a group of survivors to find the way northward to Alaska.

Festival Trip

Sala Emilio (Stax) A tall, olive skinned hottie from Utah of Native American and Mexican decent who works as head chef in a gourmet Chinese food restaurant—a phenomenally functional alcoholic with a free spirit, questionable morals, good values, a loving heart—and a dry sense of humor. Childhood best friends with Chava,

I hope you're okay with the character I based off you. I'm not going to copy the story exactly (cause it's a movie, duh) so—I came up with the story that your character runs the kitchen of a classy gourmet 5-Star Chinese restaurant in Utah that has an all-Mexican staff of mostly illegals; my character is a CO at a youth correctional facility in remote Alaska—I felt like those two extremes would play funnier on camera than to replicate our actual situations. I also made them not parents, because I would rather take the whole issue of parenting and raving into a completely separate film idea, I'm thinking of calling it

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

The Epic Trip – After breaking up with both her ex-fiance and her best friend, a depressed and anxious Chava decides to take a last-minute trip to another one of her bucket list destinations: The Epic Music Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts

Festival Trip II- After reconciling, Chava and Sala unite again to journey to uncharted territories—after Chava is invited along as a journalist to cover artists belonging to an up-and-coming record label based in Alaska, she invites Sala as a tag-along, knowing that her “weird hoe-magic” will attract—as always—even more interesting personalities and circumstances than she could dream to on her own.

Chava Hoffs

Sala Emillio

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus)

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with.

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Inciting Incident—Plans to attend a destination wedding that Chava and her lifelong long distance best friend Sala, have been planning for almost a year are abruptly halted when Chava learns via a very eventful facetime call (‘Meet The Williams') that her +1 invitation had apparently only applied to her now-ex-fiance [whom her stuck-up family adored because of his abhorrent Christianity], and that the bride-to-be would not allow Sala to take his place on the guest list—as her vivid memories of Sala from Chava's engagement party are severly grotesque.

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Excerpt- Festival Trip I

As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically

Sala: Dat ass tho!

Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention.

Man: Daaaaaamn.

3.31.19

—Later—

The same man from earlier looks out the window of his high rise penthouse suite, across from Chava's hotel—and sees Chava levitating—he pauses, looks around, and raises his eyebrows, drunkenly and assumingly otherwise intoxicated in his appearance.

Man: Daaaaamn.

Chava is freaking out, remaining motionless as she floats above the bed—she looks out the side of her peripheral, afraid to move—looking up at the ceiling, her eyes widen. She blinks, and takes a deep breath.

He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink.

4.1.2019

As Chava dances through the crowds, she connects and trades Kandi, moving to the beat with intricate motion and flare—people are loving her (a musical dance number)—from backstage, a man pouts and purses his lips, wondering why she is familiar—he is momentarily lost in thought, as he gazes at her and the crowd.

Man: (under his breath) Daaamn...

Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here

Man: But—

Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot.

Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn!

Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it—

Man: *women*

Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat.

Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura...

Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here

Man: No, like—

Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..?

His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along.

Man: Damn.

He feels like he knows her.

Cut back to:

CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene

ACT 1: Wedding Bashers

Here we meet Chava Hoffs and Sala Emillio; Two life-long long-distance best friends who love eachother--for the most part--for better or worse.

Sala (Pinky) and Chala (The Brain) are planning a tropical mexican vacation to a destination wedding Chava's been invited to as an excuse to celebrate Chava's upcoming birthday (held the same weekend as the wedding) in style--However, when Chava's exclusively classist family alerts her that her plus-one invitation only extended to her on-again-off-again fiance and absolutely excludes Sala, they desperately search for another way to escape their mundane and excruciatingly boring circumstances. Chava internet-searches events around her birthday and finds that there are two music festivals within the same week--running the numbers, she concludes that this alternative plan would actually cost less than the original--”so why not?” The young women keep their escapade-to-be a complete secret, disguising all the preliminary details as “wedding planning” They plan to ‘meet in the middle', Los Angeles being centrally located to both their respective homes. They meet at LAX excitedly and reuinte in happy (and drunken) tears.

ACT 2: Sunny California

Chava wants to visit old friends and reminisce as a “wannabe tourist” in an all-too-familiar city, which she used to call home--she's built a list of things to do and prepared an itinerary for the week; Sala wants to get riddegy-wrecked sun-up to sundown; Worlds collide as somewhat by-the-book Chava nervously nativages around, typically babysitting Sala and often falling victim to being steered off-course by her shenanigans. Within their first few moments under the California moonlight, Sala's smartphone helps her discover that she has a nearby group of friends--conveniently banded-together by her circus act “master plug”, who is devastatingly in love with her. They spend night one of the first festival tracking him down--Sala finds herself already exhausted by Sala's timing and drunken unsubtlety (“My friend's a COP!”) They finally meet him at the end of the first day, they allow him to tag along--until he becomes almost-suddenly dysfunctionally inebriated and Chava must make a fight-or-flight decision to leave him behind, after he begins drawing attention to their vulnerable crew, and she is approached at random by a mysterious character in a gas station convenience store, where she appears to be the most sober person.

On day two, after running at top-speed to catch the shuttle, Sala drunkenly makes friends with a group of young people (fresh out of high school), who to Chava are quite “wookish”, but she plays along anyway. However, by the time they exit the shuttle and Chava has finallybecome comfortable being invited into their squad; Chala decides to ditch them--unknowing that they will re-meet later in the night.

Excerpt- Festival Trip I

As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically

Sala: Dat ass tho!

Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention.

Man: Daaaaaamn.

3.31.19

—Later—

Man: Daaaaamn.

He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink.

4.1.2019

Man: (under his breath) Daaamn...

Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here

Man: But—

Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot.

Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn!

Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it—

Man: *women*

Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat.

Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura...

Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here

Man: No, like—

Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..?

His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along.

Man: Damn.

He feels like he knows her.

Cut back to:

CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Chava, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”)

Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and her friends, to journey back to to ‘one of her favorite venues'—which now hosts V1brati0n—Utah's biggest dance music festival. As all the characters make their way to their favorite sets, separating, grouping-off, and pairing-up along the way—each episode details the story of each one's journey into the festival—and eventually, back to each other as the festival comes to a close.

Chava Hoffs- A Voluptuous Dark-Skinned Alaska Native-Black Mixed fashionista who (to her disdain) earns a living as a correctional officer in a juvenile detention facility in Arctic Alaska, daydreaming her long nights away and stacking her money, saving up for an escape to someplace warm and sunny. She is bright and quick-witted, but sometimes awkward—truly a ball of energy, whether good or bad. (“Chava like Lava—and when she volcano? BOOM.”) Through trial-and-error, she discovers herself on a path of enlightenment—her strong intuition guiding her through trial and tribulation.

Sala Mae Emilio (Stax) A tall, olive skinned hottie from Utah of Native American and Mexican descent, who works as head chef in a five-star gourmet Chinese food restaurant—a phenomenally functional alcoholic with a free spirit, questionable morals, good values, a loving heart—and a dry sense of humor. Childhood best friends with Chava, she serves as an uncuttable heartstring for Chava throughout the test of time.

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Johnny McEntire- An eclectic and friendly photographer who stumbles upon Sala during a vulnerable-yet-crucial moment—a sweet, humble, and vibrant personality, Chava mostly dismisses him as just another victim of Sala's constantly-inconstant romantic gestures and affiliations.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, super-quirky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a “praise-Jesus” or interject with “halleluiah”

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance A light-skinned, freckled and green-eyed debutant whose “gingerness is contradictory to her blackness”

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with; A Mexican immigrant with ‘grown-ass kids', Juan is a ‘machismo' who prides himself on working hard, and claiming Sala as his young, hot wanna-be step mom.

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

D*ck jokes

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Festival Trip Tagline: Two Friends. Two Weeks. Two Festivals—One World.

The Epic Trip Tagline: Girl, Meet World.

First Fest (Prequel) Chava is a teenager in a bit of a pickle, whose unlikely plug Christopher B. Dickenson (and coincidentally, best friend) picks her up at random from her lonely dormitory [where she tends to seclude herself] and takes her on a wild adventure to her first underground warehouse event, where she gets her first taste of the “wubs she lubs”—and her first glance of who is sure to become her favorite artist of all time—and later, the King of Dance modern American dance music, Sun(dot)Moon.

Festival Trip

List of Fictional DJ's/Character List by Name/Concept

Favorites:

Jeff. (Excision)

Ne(r)d (Dillon Frances) [pronounced NED]

-Ned Talks (which is I guess an alternate version of Hanzel; Jesus Christ)

Shluggy (Snails)

Acid Blaster/LSDemon (LSDream) / BlackOut! (Brillz)

UNH. (Rusko)

Devil's Lettuce (Ganja White Night)

Kalvin Kaine (Carl Cox)

Tommy Trombone (Timmy Trumpet)

NOmyGOD (Sullivan King)

Ms. Stakes (Rezz)

Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland)

Sun(dot)Moon (Skrillex)

CorpseRat (Deadmau5)

Asian Jesus (Steve Aoki)

Morty McFlyy (Martin Garrix)

Voltage (Carnage)

Abracadabra! (Tiesto)

CoolWhip (Whipped Cream)

“, said This Guy. (Said The Sky)

Tears4Years (illenium)

-grinlge

-scratch n sniff

-feneglers

-HOWDAREYOU

-coldsauce

-benadryl4breakfast

-That Guy.

-My Name's Not...

-Control + Alt + Delete

-Maybe Later

-LSDemon

-STOP.

-There! Right There.

-Violent Pineapple

-Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch

-SoloHomo

-5tet

-BorGeoIs

-TheNorthHole

-Read

-Unread

-Poo

-Best Case Scenario

-Worst Case Scenario

- I Dunno, Harry

- Gosh

- Toby

- The Why

- Shoemantics

- Name Me King

- The Artist Formerly Known As Prints

- Crispy Feet

- ¿

- Confucius Say

- Ne(r)d. (Dillon Francis)

-Jeff (Excision)

-Jeffest

-Space Canyon

-Jeff's Wonderdome

-Neckbrace for Nancy

-TrashRat

-Below&Beneath (Above and Beyond)

-Leggolas (Armin Van Buren)

-Tommy Trombone

-Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland)

-Ms. Stakes (Rezz)

-High Stakes

-BoiToy

-DrippTipp

festival names:

F*ckFest

GetF*cked

GoF*ckYourself (GFY)

IsReal

¡Dizzaster!

FlopTop

Todayland

Yesterworld

Shalaham

Epic Music Festival

Ultimate Music Festival

Atomic Jungle

Never-Everland

UNH.

Conch Shella

Stank.

Drop The Ball

Hot Summer

Life is Decent

Underground Railroad

Fuck Fest

-Get Fucked

-GFY

Garden of Eden

Festival Trip excerpt

C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster.

S- acid blaster?

c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster?

S- ♀️ nope

C- fucking lit.

S-do you have to be on acid?

C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable.

S- Hm.

C- have you seen—

(They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous)

Within the silence of solace and solitude, the Goddess awakens; as she rises from within her chamber, a blackened curse is broken—a new day is born, to let light live.

Love reigns.

Be it, a fleeting demon—met in the wandering eye of a man who love could not keep, but would always find—a wish, a wisper; Windblown kisses beneath the neck, and the eye that watches, waits, and knows not yet what lies in the wake of love.

When I was younger, my mother would always tell me that she wasn't mine—she'd tell me over and over to the point that I would cry; and then she'd laugh, taunting me, and outwardly ask “why would you believe that? Of course I am your mother.” And oh, the joy my tears had often brought her—how my pain, turned pity would make me mourn, the child I never was.

It's hard to see yourself

When you become a different body

All the eyes that look upon you

Are so haunting

And something miraculous has happened.

Because this is is hell

I can't wait to leave it and I won't take it from myself again—

But sometimes wish that another would

So that the weight of the world would let go my soul

At 11:44,

A revelation—

If only patiently I wait,

The cause and purpose of life

Will spring upon me;

As I am here again,

In the place of which

The seeds of my dreams were planted and can now become trees;

Not weeping willows but infinite redwood evergreens.

Wanting is not needing

As God Is, I am.

And one day, this will all be a dream—and when you wake up to the light, you will forget yourself again.

The longest ego death that ever was,

“Never was.”

But we're all culture vultures...

Aren't we?

There's some kind of madness

In the outside world

A shade of red begins to drift into the music of my

Contagiousness of carelessness

Hygiene is an option but

The sickness of the nation

Making victims out of men is

Wondrous

Peering at tops of pyramids

Knowing that you built them

And the “God” that you're addressing is the inside of your soul

Wholesomeness is fleeting

People only want attention and

They'll take away your goodness

If you let them take your time.

What of the world's inside our minds

What of the worlds we've created

This is a universe all of your own

Once you find your own center, you've made it.

In a perfect world, we heal the sadness

In another time, we all unite

In another lifetime everyone is happy dancing

In a perfect world, we see the light

I sit upon a porcelain throne,

Body broken

And as silence fell about

In the sunken chaotic jungle of treasured beauty,

I awaited an answer to a question I never asked, but was told to wait for in a silent other language.

I don't need to make wishes—

They all come true;

But when I do,

I wish for you.

All my friends were with me that day

The reason I fast and I pray

Let's remember the love

Always take that with you,

The heavens will forgive you,

Imperfections are only what make you a human.

I see everything I need to see,

End up everywhere I need to be

Right on time

Not always, but pretty much always

All my days wasted playing games,

All the same

All my days wasted on fame?

All the same

One day I'll be famous

(And that's what she asked for)

One day I'll be famous

(“Be careful what you wish for”)

I told the child inside of me,

Don't cry

(No worries)

I'm sorry

(No sorries)

For everything that I want, will come; And everything that I am—

Will be.

We're all not okay—okay?

You reading me?

I am.

Reading you—

Reading me—

Reading you.

Oh—you too?

You two.

No, you two.

Who?

Not the owl again—

You should have gone to bed with your friends,

This is the end again.

Let's keep keeping secrets

We're all not okay—okay?

You reading me?

I am.

Reading you—

Reading me—

Reading you.

Oh—you too?

You two.

No, you two.

Who?

Not the owl again—

You should have gone to bed with your friends,

This is the end again.

Let's keep keeping secrets

“I'll never repeat this.”

I never said that.

“I'll never repeat this.”

I never said that.

And none was lost, that day, but some found—I had cried with the child within, and heard the call of my spirit, which could not be forgotten—as she screamed in her fury and wondered her “why am I like this?” And soon she would know, because all again was one.

And then she said, “how bad will it it be” “not bad,” said I “we have the key.”

‘And now I lay me down to sleep...

I pray the lord my soul to keep—

If I should die before I wake;

I pray the lord,

My soul to take.'

“I work in the morning”, said I

“Dumb girl”, said she—and then we laughed together, because we are as one.

If only I were free to be I, alone, forgotten and at simple, eloquent peace;

Loneliness is the devil's advocate--but solitude will bring one to certainty, when time is of the only aching ease as and forgiveness is not needed//you can only answer to yourself, and to yourself—the sureness of your being becomes whole I'm certain thought, forward motion—steady gravitation towards things you love.

Love is an undeniable phenomena/-more so than sound, sight; more than a feeling or knowing, even—it is an essence. It is not only in the heart that love is born, but in the entirety of most—but not all—woman and man. To learn to love is not but a condition of humanity, but a connection to the spirit, soul,—it is part of our purpose and presence to love—a blinding,lay delicate piece of our nature. Love is more than just romance, relations with other—love is an element with which, is a thread woven into the fabric of our being in this reality. Simply stated, in fact—love is a fact.

Tikun Olam

For I could not fathom to end my fast, before drifting into and wandering past realms unknown to the sleeping and dead—

Who walk amongst life as though living wholly,

Mouths agape and eyes amasked, absorbed in the world of phone.

Blindfolds hiding a hateful and bloodshot third eye—

I awake to the sound of a city to which I am anchored in spirit;

Something awaits at the boardwalk, however, the writer's mind is readily waiting to work,

Greedily consuming what little, precious time is left

Of the freedom that lies in the true joy of temporary, blissful and,

wishfully permanent joblessness.

323-590-5223

That was me.

The original SupaCree

Beachlife OG.

Rocket power

I got the power

To see.

Money is power;

But music is more—

It vibrates the center

Awakens the core

I got debt up to my eyeballs

But my eye's wide open

I got debt up to my eyeballs

But my eye's wide open (open)

Open (x8)

Follow your signs

Follow the sun

Follow your heart

Follow the one true

Love yourself

Bought my mamas pontiac

Wish it was a Cadillac

She ask can she have it back

I said “it don't work like that”

Matter fact,

Dadadada

This is my circle (x8)

We're on the side with the ocean

Catch me if you wanna

Marijuana so sweet in the sea breeze

Nice green palm trees

Dragon hawks

No don't look now

It's a trap it's a trap

No don't speak

They'll attack

Wait right here—

imma be right back

I was right on time

Now I'm right on track

Kill the noise, Dill Francis remix>>Baba O Reily

Gold (Adventure Club)>>Gold (Stupid Love), excision

Wait, Adventure Club>>Rock and Roll will take you to the mountain

Summit (Sun In My Eyes Mix)

[111]

Never give up

Never say—

“Die, die, die!!”

You're never alone;

There's no place like home.

Mama didn't raise no bitch

Mama didn't raise no snitch

Glitch—Twitch—Switch

[Sample Sabrina The teenaged witch]

Never Knew--Acoustic Cover

Blue Da Ba Di--SupaCreeMixx

Davies-Davis

Jon-John-Jon

Christian-Christian

Ted-Dave

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who'd expect, things change (x4)

Sunny-Sonny

Can you see me?

Can you hear me?

That's strange

Loser-loser

Crazy-Crazy

Have you seen

‘loose change'? (X8)

Whose strange?

[Danger]

‘...strange days, have found us...'

Doors-Doors

Whores-Bore

Chores-Chores

“More! More!”

...*break* [mic drop fx]

“I chimed in with a—“

“What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck”

‘Navigator Truck—‘

[wiley coyote music]

‘They're after me lucky charms!'

‘This is a call to arms' (arms- echo)

Beyoncé- “Ring the Alarm”

‘Charmed, I'm sure...'

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Energi I

[Clapping]

Spoken: Hey!

I don't need… that energy.

(Toxic) –Shhhh.

Beating me up

Beating me up.

Man… (echo, x6)

Bad energi.

Manic—

Energi.

Panic— (echo, x6)

Energy.

Planet—

Energi…

No Sympathy?

BadEnergi

Remember me?

Das Energi—

Memories… (echo x6)

Before—Da SupaCree

Energi

Jesus Christ—

He just takes what he likes

I was makin it nice…

And clean again—

Are we even , then?

Cause I'm leavin' him—

On repeat again

Had my heart and my…

Had my heart and you

Broke it

Had my heart and my…

Had my heart and you

Spoke it

Said I would keep it

Open

……………

Here's hopin'.

3nergi II

Stop givin' me—

Toxic energi.

Energi (x3)

Energi. (x3)

Don't put the devil into me—

That's my—

Enemy.

Knope

[Sample: The word “No/Nope x1000]

Nope

Get ‘Em

Manic listening to Vanic

Pressin' the panic button

I'm not confusin nothin'—

I think I'm onto something

Greaaat—like Tony—

(The Tiger, not the liar.) [Sample Tony Soprano]

Would like a pair of pliers…to cut these things off.

Spoken “She seems off”

I know it, took my rings off

Lets. Box. Foxy.

“I think you just lost me…”

I lost you at “hello”

[Sample: Scooby Doo, Daphne: “My Glasses!']

…and I cannot see without my glasses

And I can Nazi…

[Sample: Hitler]

Oops, you caught me

OOPS, 4/20.

That's 3…

Oops.

THC for anxiety—

Cause rules do not apply to me;

Lied on the application,

Don't need no medication

I needed meditation

Watching precipitation

No more participation

I'm insane (echo: sane)

They lockin me up instead

Lockin me up in my head;

Seeing red, feeling dead when I…

Smell my pillow, smell my bed…

“That's what she said.”

Put my shoes to the ground

Cause you kjnee I worked too hard…

Found every, sound and I—

Followed it (Echo x 3)

Felt that too hard and I—

Swallowed it (Echo x3)

Spoken: ‘Wait till tomorrow, bitch.”

….think I might be a witch, which—

Is my “synthesis”…that I could sense this shit comin'…

{Sample: TV announcer—“…and, comin' up—”]

No worries, I'm comin up—

Late cause I got too much on,

My plate and…

“Your place is great!”

But.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

Oh what, like I'd actually—huh?

…

Oh What's like I'd actually—what?

Oh, what—

Like I'd actually….

[FUCK.]

[Sample: Kelly, Shoes—“fuck you!”]

I'm hungry honey gimme money

Sample: “people people, please please” raven

People pleaser

People, please

Believe me: this is just a teaser

I am sitting in your freezer

I'm the salmon—always eager

To go back up stream to spawn

And I'm just going on and on

Because I'm really on the run

Raven run

Having visions

Therapeutic—

That's the music

I see future and I choose it

If you cheat it, then you lose it

Fisher—wisher—I'm the swisher

In your purse; I saw it first

I saw the earth turn shades of blue

When I was me

When I was U.

I used to have the power, too.

Now this is just what I can do.

I don't know what I'm really searching for—

But I think I want mooree...and that's the answer, that's the key.

Somethings not right; it might just be me. My whole life of hurting, the world's hurting me. I can't seem to escape this new catastrophe; somethings calling me

Got me stress eating

In-n-out of meetings all day

In-n-out sounds okay

“No, you're out.”

Sounds okay

Okay—

Are you ok?

Not like Annie—

I mean, you can be—

But that's not really my thing;

Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ring

I don't fuck with that

And you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?

Nah, I'm over that

Put me on the guillotine—

Read between the lines

I was fuckin doing everything

Fuckin doing fine

I was on my grind—

Didn't have the time for no

Explaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublime

I hate the lime-light

Pay attention to me harder and

I just might

Lose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—

I miss the shit I came up on,

I admit:

I miss the days where I had fun and

P.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a test

Don't need to study the material

Is really all here—just pay attention

Attention deficit disorder;

My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:

You feelin me?

Davies-Davis

Jon-John-Jon

Christian-Christian

Ted-Dave

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who'd expect, things change (x4)

Sunny-Sonny

Can you see me?

Can you hear me?

That's strange

Loser-loser

Crazy-Crazy

Have you seen

‘loose change'? (X8)

Whose strange?

[Danger]

‘...strange days, have found us...'

Doors-Doors

Whores-Bore

Chores-Chores

“More! More!”

...*break* [mic drop fx]

“I chimed in with a—“

“What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck”

‘Navigator Truck—‘

[wiley coyote music]

‘They're after me lucky charms!'

‘This is a call to arms' (arms- echo)

Beyoncé- “Ring the Alarm”

‘Charmed, I'm sure...'

Sample: B2M

Poison!

Poison from the inside out—

Outside-in

Poison

Within you

Boom

Imma vengaboy

I zoom past the other boys

I don't need the bad things

spoken “actually, I don't need anything from you.”

Sent back in time

In your mind

Joy, I think about you

I don't like to think about you

I do not believe in your

Spirit

“Just have fun.”

No, I'm meant to be an artist

But I used to be the smartest...

I woke up in our world

I know I can read a map,

But

Trains trains trains

They all go in two directions and I

Might

Get

Lost (x3)

The sound of the 88

(Use Lamarus)

Bongo drum, pan flute

Wind rustling through the breeze

Whispered: I believe in you

*drop sounds, silence*

Birds singing

Sample: Spice girl (echo) so siiick

Energi I

[Clapping]

Spoken: Hey!

I don't need… that energy.

(Toxic) –Shhhh.

Beating me up

Beating me up.

Man… (echo, x6)

Bad energi.

Manic—

Energi.

Panic— (echo, x6)

Energy.

Planet—

Energi…

No Sympathy?

BadEnergi

Remember me?

Das Energi—

Memories… (echo x6)

Before—Da SupaCree

Energi

Jesus Christ—

He just takes what he likes

I wi was makin it nice…

And clean again—

Are we even , then?

Cause I'm leavin' him—

On repeat again

Had my heart and my…

Had my heart and you

Broke it

Had my heart and my…

Had my heart and you

Spoke it

Said I would keep it

Open

……………

Here's hopin'.

3nergi II

Stop givin' me—

Toxic energi.

Energi (x3)

Energi. (x3)

Don't put the devil into me—

That's my—

Enemy.

Knope

[Sample: The word “No/Nope x1000]

Nope

Get ‘Em

Manic listening to Vanic

Pressin' the panic button

I'm not confusin nothin'—

I think I'm onto something

Greaaat—like Tony—

(The Tiger, not the liar.) [Sample Tony Soprano]

Would like a pair of pliers…to cut these things off.

Spoken “She seems off”

I know it, took my rings off

Lets. Box. Foxy.

“I think you just lost me…”

I lost you at “hello”

[Sample: Scooby Doo, Daphne: “My Glasses!']

…and I cannot see without my glasses

And I can Nazi…

[Sample: Hitler]

Oops, you caught me

OOPS, 4/20.

That's 3…

Oops.

THC for anxiety—

Cause rules do not apply to me;

Lied on the application,

Don't need no medication

I needed meditation

Watching precipitation

No more participation

I'm insane (echo: sane)

They lockin me up instead

Lockin me up in my head;

Seeing red, feeling dead when I…

Smell my pillow, smell my bed…

“That's what she said.”

Put my shoes to the ground

Cause you kjnee I worked too hard…

Found every, sound and I—

Followed it (Echo x 3)

Felt that too hard and I—

Swallowed it (Echo x3)

Spoken: ‘Wait till tomorrow, bitch.”

….think I might be a witch, which—

Is my “synthesis”…that I could sense this shit comin'…

{Sample: TV announcer—“…and, comin' up—”]

No worries, I'm comin up—

Late cause I got too much on,

My plate and…

“Your place is great!”

But.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

Oh what, like I'd actually—huh?

…

Oh What's like I'd actually—what?

Oh, what—

Like I'd actually….

[FUCK.]

[Sample: Kelly, Shoes—“fuck you!”]

SOUNDS

[Police Say] *Whoop-Whoop!*

[Ravers Say] *Whoop-Whoop!*

[Roadrunner Say] *Meep-meep*

Honk/Beep

Doors opening/shutting

Car doors unlocking/opening/shutting

Jail Doors *buzzer/lockdown lock*

Cigarette being lit

Lighter flicks

Bong Rips

Tips/Change dropping/Money being counted

Clipping Hair

Bubbles

Gravel—walking, running, tires

Raindrops falling; Tin Roof, ground (dirt, pavement, gravel), Rain storms (Temparate Rainforest, Jungle Rainforest, Desert Storms)

Motor purring

Dryer running

Joggers

Electric scooters/Segways

Bass; Wobbeles, Wubs, Rumbles

Heartbeats; Fetal heartbeats, elevated heartbeats, palpitations

Water Rushing; Oceans, Rivers, lakes, resovoirs, rain gutters, pond sounds, swamp sounds

Triangle, Wood block, Xylophone

Flutes—Traditional native, aboriginal, classical

Clacking Fans

Whistles

iPhone Sounds

Airplanes

Mickey Mouse Clubhousde

Bird Sounds—Sparrows, Hawks, Eagles, Robins, Ravens, Crows—Ducks, Geese (Hissing)

Moose Bellow

Car Alarms

Grinding

Squeaking/Creaking (Door Hinges, Floorboards)

Garage Doors

Vomiting

Soda Cans

Water Bottles Being Crushed

Fish Jumping Upstream

Cold Wind (whistling, howling)

Tent Sounds

Scarlet Johansen

Laughter; Joyful, hysterical,playful—taunting, nervous, fake

Construction/Building Equipment—Chainsaws, Jackhammers

Tapping Rings Jan & Andy)

Spoons of glass

Ice Sounds; Breaking, pouring(on ground, into glass/jug)

Scrubbing

Tapping Steel

Pens Clicking

Ignitions (Crs, Rockets)

Idle EnglinesRadio Rounds

Squeaky Toys

Bottle Caps (Plastic + Glass)

Can Crushing

Soda Streat

“Aw”

SAMPLES/QUOTES

Spongebob Squarepants; ‘Ay ay, Captain!'

The Shield; “Anything But A Subaru…”

Bearr's Voice

“What the fuck, Matt Damon!” (Me, watching interstellar)

Rick And Morty; “haha, my sister died in the spaghetti”. “…I wanna eat ice cream… (monologue)”, Fart Episode, “Aww Geez”, Pickle Rick Episode

Annie's Voice; “Hey Dude”

Yoda Quotes

I love lucy “Vitavitavegimin”

Shrek; “And in the mornin', I'm makin' waffles!'

Nurse Jackie

Sons of Anarchy; Damon King, Gemma Teller

Married…With Children

Back To The Future

21 Jumpstreet

All That

The Amanda Show

Rugrats

In The Heights

Legally Blonde

RENT

Hairspray

The Last 5 Years

Tlingit Songs/Pow-Wows

African Music/Cultural Songs

Mormon Tabernacle Choir

“Put an Egg On it” (me, quoting bass canyon signage)

Pokemon; “Pikachu, I choose you!”

OLDSTEP

Sun King/Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles, Love) –(SupaCreemix)

I Got You Babe (Sonny & Cher) [SupaCreeMix]

Love Shack [SupaCreeMix]

Los Paranoias (SupaCreeMix)

The Psycho's Path

Lucky charms,

Code of arms

Car alarms, and Hershey's bars;

Hershey's kisses, not your missus

But I'll miss this…

Bliss.

Kiss me underneath the stars,

I'm floating on my way to mars

I'm counting all the passing cars

(1, 2, 6—8)

What did you hallucinate?

Disintegrate me.

Imitate me.

People

[Sample: That's So Raven; “People-people, please, please!!!”

Work

Sensory Overload

FuckIt

Recycled

Culture Shock [Sample: My Generation, The Who]

Back Up [Sample classic]

If I Was A Boy (Beyonce) [Dupstep Remix, SupaCreeMix]

Before He Cheats (Carrie Underwood) [SupaCreeMix]

Cosmic Gate. Call To Arms [SupaCreeMix]

Vroom

[Sample: Ignitions—Old Mustang, New Mustang]

This Is my ignition

Don't need no permission

This is my admission:

I was there, you missed it.

Attention

Right—Lets's switch them.

Expert, Attention—

Ascension. (Whispered: Ascension)

Alright—I'm listenin'

Ex (pect) (Echo x8)

Re (spect) (Echo x8)

Givin it back (x8)

It's a wreck.

[Sample] ” In a wreck? Need A Check?”

ALBUMS/EPS

Turn3r Str33t

-South Side

NSC (Not SupaCree)

M13P (MI Audition Tape)

The Gorge [Part I/Part II (“Ous”)]

Unsteady- X Ambassadors, remix

[more heartbeat]

Everybody got preferences,

Don't need to be checking my references

You say that I'm hella exotic

I say that your energy's toxic

Bad mind be robotic

I'm not sick—I'm not shit

It's obvious: you're oblivious

And she's envious of my

(shhhh)

Why?

Acid anxiety

Too much acid inside of me

Yeah I brought a variety

Cause I'm sick of society

And I'm sick of em eyin me

Got sick of em spyin me

Got my eye on the prize homie

I'm single, and not lonely

Heal Everybody [Cover/Mix]

Alive with the glory of love Beatles style cover

People are strange Xylophone cover + video

“OK”

Sample: Smooth Criminal

“(Annie) are you ok?”

Are you ok?

Ok, ok!

Spoken word sample: furry wall, get him to the Greek

My name is...and my name is Skrillex remix/mashup

Got that nesquick

Nice lips

Have her body supa thick

Have her body supa fit

Sick sick outfit

She ain't like them other bitches

Representin single women

Never ask for your opinion—

Psycho

She seem really nice, tho

Never took a bite though

Thinking I just just might tho

I am that girl with the Armani sunglasses

I am that girl who will write notes in her classes

I am that girl who will talk first and ask lastest

I am that girl

*swift* [whispered]

In transitions wearing transitions lenses

Starting to look good

Look mad decent

Went through some shit that was,

Mad recent

I gotta thank my exes tho

They the reason

I'm on some new shit now

It's SupaCree Season

Big brother

Don't bother

Revolving Door

Military Trained

Head Honcho

Repression

Depression

Oppression

Obsession

Sickness

Health

Poorer & Poorer

Cracker Jack Box

Ted/Dave

38 Days/48 Daze

Purple Raïnn

“Just Kill Yourself, Already”

Christ/Not a goddess

NSC

SpongeRob

Queue

I'm done- with you.

I have a queue-of dudes;

Ready for you...and you.

(Oops)

You get better and better with time

Better and better like wine

‘Better and better'—it's fine;

I'm losing my mind.

Eliza Thornberry

Is this over yet?

Shut up, dog.

Is it over yet?

Shut up, hog.

Is it over yet?

Shut up bitch.

Is it over yet?

Shut up snitch.

[repeat]

Trippin' on Shoes

I need shoes...

Like I need you.

Like I need blue,

Like I need glue—

Gone, how about a show?

You didn't think I'd know?

I know.

Don't know where to go,

Don't know who to [show]

It's almost winter.

Thought I was the winner—

Really just a sinner,

It's not winter, I just entered...

Hell.

And I'm trippin on

Shoes

And I'm trippin on

Remix- James brown- this is a man's world

Bob Loblaw

We're all above the law

If we learn to love the law

We're all above the law

If we learn to love the law

We're all above the law

If we love to learn the law

We're all above the law

This is the final flaw

Blah blah blah

Bob Loblaw

Caw-Caw-Caw

Arkansas

I just landed

I just planted

I'm this planet

(Naw-Naw)

That would be the curtain call

That would be the final flaw

Love the law

We all live above the law

What I heard—what I saw—

There is no God.

(HA!)

Just another ghosts

I ain't gonna cry about it

I'm not gonna boast

I'm not gonna cry about it

(Pshhh. Burnt toast)

I ain't gonna lie about it

Almost

Not even gonna try about it

So close

I ain't gonna cry about it

Patience.

I'm not takin medication

“Hola”

You think I'm fakin—

I'm just makin money,

Honey

Fuck a blue eyed snow bunny

It ain't funny

The reason I'm sneezin isn't the season

I'm not pleasin nobody,

Got no reason for nobody

I'm not looking for no-body

No hottie

That's not me

I like variety

But society tells me

They got an eye on me

And my psychiatrist understands

Social anxiety

But he ain't supplying me

With what I need

Cause man's greed says

Money will help you succeed

And that's America

Hell yeah im aware of ya

Hell yeah I be scarin ya

And I don't give a fuck about your code

I'm too old for

Apple pie ala mode

I don't want it

Whatever it is

Get out of my biz, Liz

I miss the Lizzard man—

That's what this is

And that's my business

Be my witness: I don't get this shit

I'll rip this shit into pieces

Can't eat reces

Cause I'm trying to look decent

“Don't repeat this”

I haven't

I'm just planning

My escape

That's fate.

Ello Govnah!

“You already call me ‘The Gov'...” (8)

They already call you The Dove

I already call you “my love”

I'm so tired

Trippin' (Shorts)

Energi -di

Solid.

Waste.

Solid.

Tasty.

Solid—

You can't make me buy this shit;

Living it. (Living it)

Are you believing it yet?

Bet.

(‘Oh—you betcha!')

Wet.

“Threaten me again, see what happens—“

What Happened—eh?

What did you...say?

You know where I stay?

Don't play. I'll kill ya.

A killa—no reallah,

Protecting his Skrilla

A deal breaka yeah-yeah

Bad man he ‘haha'

No laughter

No slaughter

Bitch:

“I am your daughter” (mono)

“androgyny” (deep voice)

Nobody likes Cree:

I thought it might be...

My energy—trying not to look

Thought you were a 10

Thought you could depend on me?

Depends

How it spends

Too much time finding

Blurred lines

Malcom (RIP)

That was a crazy day

In LA

When you went a way

Not your everyday listener—

But I give you praise,

And thanks;

It takes a lot to be a human

All this gloom, and doom and,

Sometimes boomin ain't enough

It's tuff out here, people go it rough

These days,

This kids all up in their business

And when you're in the business—

The world is your witness—-get this

They study your wealth, your fashion, your fitness...

Do you get this equation?

Me either; now either we're too old, retarded, or neither—

Every teacher's a preacher for either

His passion, or her pocket

It's not rocket science,

It's common core—

And it's a horror they have access to

Soft core and gore

From age 3;

Technological catastrophe

Disastardly wasting space

As we race towards a race war—

I'm just trying to rave more

It's hardcore, but it's never boring

I'm ignoring these morons,

They got me snoring in here,

It's pouring in here—

And the Northern Lights don't look right under too much light

Got me gazing in the night

Like I might find my flight

Honestly I'm just looking for anything

But a fight—am I right?

It's Been Ten [Years]

Been on you since way back when

Before Ben 10

More like Rin-tin-tin,

Or the tin man

Take me down that road again

I'll ease down it

Don't doubt it—

Take me home again.

And if it wasn't for you

Woulda lost day 2

I'm so confused and just using

Ü as a tool,

That was my other breaking point

Cause I already boiled over

It was over—I was sober when he was throwing elbows;

Oh you felt those—pulses—

Those were my—impulses—

Speaking, leaking into dreams I wasn't dreaming, you were scheming and it haunts me

How many—I could count 3 of your friends round the bends of my tent,

Can't take a hint, but the bad came and went when the Good vibes—

Those good guys

Reminded me of my world

And in my world...

Everything is like a fairytale

But my fairy tail is caught between my legs—

Like the plague of someone's fingertips had me amazed;

Strange, yes...

What a strange blessing—we're estranged but I remember cutie pie's eyes, cause those were the days—

No “rage”, really, just space-aged waves of sound surrounding us and Bass come through the ground

I found myself there

Ain't no hoodrat

But I'm a hoodrat

Play a good brat

But if you sat me down I

Got the capacity

And tenacity to rap about it

I ain't proud about it

But ain't never doubted it, either

I'm either

Reptilian or Alien

Project 93

Bee. Odd.

And molly

Mahammed Ali

Got me

Dodging

The odd bee

Live Nation

Don't know if I was delirious...

Or if you were serious—

But I'm curious, and have trust issues so...

I gotta know:

Did I blow this whole thing out of proportion?

Of course, then:

Take a pass, have a laugh

It's just added to the list

Of things I'm pissed off about

Mad anxiety

Cause I like skinny

I like light-skinned he's-and-she's

And especially blondes—

Come on, man; if you let me love you, I can—I'd take anybody's hand and show them the promise land,

If they want to see

And honestly, I'm picky

My tastes are confusing and I'm losing hope

Born in the wrong body—I cannot be this black—it's a straight up attack on how much I lack—in culture.

Not a vulture, but not exactly a dove;

I just love peace signs and peace finds you, wherever you let it

I find it with paper-to-pen

Now-and-again,

Then again I find

I have a one-track-mind

Writing in rhymes is fine—

Till you lose respect;

I'm Dr. Suess with a noose around his neck

Living paycheck to paycheck—

I regret to inform you I can't preform in this reformed prison cell.

If this is prison—well, Hell—

Pin me up in a cell so I can tell all my friends

“Hey, I'm just like you!”

“We don't like you—you wear blue.”

“You could too—if you do what you're supposed to.”

And I'm supposed to be somebody with authority, but horribly I think about what whores would be without the men who made them...

HoStep- vogue music + brostep

ShowStep- Broadway/Showtumes+ Dubstep

Sorry sorry,

I worry-worry

No one will love me

Like I love the world.

And I do know you—

But I do owe you an apology...

Technology...is too much for me

Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times.

You know who you are;

You set the bar too high.

Now it's too late

Another obsession—

I'm just a mental case.

Sorry honey. You looked at me funny...

And I fell apart. That was the start

Of another broken heart

MI3P [The Audition Tape]

Album Art: Roadrunner + Wiley Coyote frozen solid under the northern lights, white rabbit coming out of an ice fishing hole.

Acoustically covered EDM

Ease My Mind, Will You?

Was listening to ‘Ease My Mind'

When robin williams died

Cant lie I've thought about it

Like, every time

It's obvious

I didn't want to see the synthesis

But this is it

Can't be stuck with people who express this shit out loud

I'm not proud—that's just kind of how it is

I'm a Loser

Okay—

I never win shit

And I can't spin shit

Brian

Bro.

You're about 100 years old:

And I had that job before you did.

Oh—you pooted?

How rude, dude.

I don't give a fuck what you do, dude

Keep abusing your body—

I'll keep abusing this power

Every hour

I become something new...

And you?

You're dying, man.

Your whole generation can

Suck a fat dick

Fantastic—

Let's agree to disagree

You be you, and I'll be me

It's 50 cents

I'll pay my rent some other way

I only came to work today

To write and play.

Priest

Not suicidal

Fuck an idol

Music is like my bible

I'm liable to read it to you,

Judas.

Trippin'

Album: NSC (Not Supa Cree)

Skit:

Bunny & Hunny are a mirror image of each other, but about 30 years apart in age. They argue briefly in the hallway, Hunny (the younger) stomping away dramatically

Hunny: That fuckin shit's no fair!!

Bunny: Life's not fair, sweetheart—or else none of us would be here.

Donna [Not Supa Cree]

Trippin on shorts—

shorts?

Shorts

They was trippin on shorts

What?

Shorts

...and I was trippin of

Course (x5)

....cause they was trippin on

Shorts.

Smoke & Rain

Purple mountains

Burning fire

Red sun

Lights & lazers

Celebration

Never ending

Have fun

DEBBIE. (I'm 7)

1. I like eggs (the Amanda show)

2. I need shoes (married with children)

3. “I want that!”-baby Cree

Tired

I'm so Tired

I'm so Hungry

I'm so Bloated

I'm so Sorry

I'm so Stupid

Tripp

Trippin (Shorts)

Trippin on Shirts

Trippin on Pants

Trippin on Shoes

“I Love Your Outfit”

Turn3r Str33t

South Side

The Lonely Eskimo Raver (Pixel pro, rave gear,sitting at the entrance of an igloo...Alaska flag, supa cree flag #fucksnow

4 LAW

SPïRIIIT

COCOA

EMP

NoTing

Oh no,

Money no-ting

No diamond ring, no-ting

Not-a-thing

Phone don't ring

Don't mean no-ting

Just denoting

Don't need bling-bling.

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

You a pretty thing

Whatcha mean

Pretty-ting-ting

Ching-Ching-Ching

Not a ting, not a ting

Read iChing

Real book, not a ting

Sing-sing-sing

Not a ting not a ting

Not a ting

The Palladium

It just is what it is.

It is just (is) what it is

What is this

Imma make this shit my biz

Call me Liz call me Liz

I don't need no fuxkin thizz

I don't need you watch me

(//)

I don't need no baby sitter

I just cover face with glitter—biiich—

Cause this is who I is

“Her?”

Easy come, easy go

Easy come (come) easy go

What is this? I don't know

I just wanna see the show

On the bus (bus), I will go

Write and flow

Color code—switch

I don't need that bitch

She a snitch and she do snow

“So?”

(Whoop whoops—Fan Clacks)

Wall-E: Whoa.

You win some, you lose some

You win some you lose some

You win some you lose some—

I'm not drinking booze, hun

You win some you lose some—

You win some, you lose some—

You win some—

Look:

At least it was sunny.

(...///..././.-...///././..)

You win some, you lose some

Trust me, this is fun

You win some, you lose some

Trust me, we're not done

(We're just getting started!)

“Keep your head up.”

(.-././/././.——././.—./)

Easy come, easy go

Where he at?

I don't know.

I just show up to this show

Do my thang

Then go home.

“I like to move it move it—“

¿Quien que cuando donde porque?

Kandi Kidd

I'm a guru

I'm a sage

Every time I turn the page

I'm a different personality

I guess that's just my age

Never made a living wage

Never lived outside a cage

Never get respected and that's

Cause I like to rage

“WHAT?!”

I'm a Kandi kid

Kandi kid

Let's trade

Kandi kid

Let's get faded

Kandi kid

PLURRR

Kandi kid

(Fan clack x2)

Once I went to a show

Didn't see know one one i know

But I knew just where to go

(Front and center, do not enter)

Throwing elbows breaking necks

All the children getting wrecked

PLU but no Respect

(It was almost turning winter)

So I went back to my tent

Shooting stars were heaven sent

Knew I couldn't pay my rent

But I had tickets to event

I went hungry I was lonely

I was tired, I was only

Wearing T-shirt, I'm no phony

“All these catty girls can blow me”

[Clip]

Then I almost fell asleep

And this secret I should keep

Cause I haven't said a peep

(I should probably keep it to myself)

Then I heard a strange sound

I heard footsteps on the ground

Next thing you know I was surrounded

(Shit fucked Up my mental health)

Dancing shadows cutting shapes

Should have filmed it, made a tape

But there was really no escape... what happened next was mental rape (echo)

Spoken (man's voice): Yo, what the fuck is this shit?

Me: What?

Man: This fuck shit—“dancing shadows...?” “Getting raped?”

Me: mental rape

Man: the fuck.

Me: look, okay—this one time—

Man: nobody gives a flying fuck. People want to dance. People want to have fun, this sounds depressing as shit.

Me: ...it was fun and depressing—

Man: cut that shit out, keep it positive.

Sample: (playing on phone) keep it positive, legally blonde

Man: ...are you serious?

...

I'm a Kandi kid

Kandi kid

Let's trade

Kandi kid

Let's get faded

Kandi kid

PLUR

Kandi Kid

Kandi kid

(Fan clack x4)

FOoD iS dRuGs :'(

McDonalds

(Drugs)

Pizza Hut

(DRuGs)

The Colonel

(DRuGs)

It's internal

(DRuGs)

Captain Crunch

(DRuGs)

Wings for brunch

(DRuGs)

Go to sleep

(DRuGs)

Then wake up

(DRuGs)

“The best part of waking up, is—“

(DRuGs)

Uh- America

Uh- they're scared of us

Uh- In god we trust

(DRuGs)

Uh- Currency

Uh- urgency

(One day delivery)

Uh-I pledge allegiance

To the to the to the to the

(DRuGs)

Keep the secret

(Let's go eat)

Keep the secret

(/./)

Keep the secret

“I'm sorry, but you have cancer”

Everybody on this plane wake the fuck up

Intro

Everybody on this [plane] wake the fuck up

Fuck up (1/32)

[Sample: Flight attendant monologue.]

Spoken: You are now entering the multiverse: Welcome to the realm of possibility.

Music video idea

Time-elapse of a stationary trash can—at the end, is a person just staring into the camera.

Cop car light show; whoop woops.

[The Sound of the] 88

...Oh, what's up?

(Now it's weird)

What is that?

Woah.

What?

Who?

Okay.

BRO.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?

BRUH.

‘Oh hey!'

Red lips lie but I wear pink

My shit still stink

But I eat organic

Mom wear mink

But I love this planet

Dance to the moonlight

I go manic

I see red and then I panic

Like— attack attack

You don't have my back, go back

Likeness is what you attract

So finish cleaning up your act

Fake it till you make it

If you're flaky I can't take it

I like dancing when I'm naked

(And I'm by myself, you guessed it)

All my love I can't express

But I keep it in my chest

Shut it off I need some rest

(Testing—(. . .))

I can feel it in my chest

If you ask if I'm the best

I'll say “no” I need a nest egg

I don't drink much but I would keg

I would ask but I would not beg

I can dance—

but I hate my—

(Wait—What was I saying?)

Get back to where you once belong

Granny panties never thongs

You called me ho but you were wrong

My best friend is, but we get a long maybe that's where I went wrong

Why I'm writing all these songs

Same shit, different day

Betrayal never fades away

[Sample: Festival Trip—scene where Chava finds Solomon in bed with Sala]

Got some bags under my eyes,

But I'm feeling fine.

Apparently, I'm on a mission—and the choice wasn't mine

But I've been listening,

Looks like it's the place and the time

To get it right.

Cause I've been listenin

In on this signal they're sendin me

Killin me

And grillin me

About who I'm supposed to be,

So hopefully—I make it,

I'll take it as a compliment from now on, and from now on—I'll put this crown on, and drown on,

In the divinity giving me humanity;

The capacity to be just me.

Who I'm supposed to be,

Is maybe SupaCree—

Eventually, evidently I may be what it takes to be

part of Democracy

And be the change I wish to see

Acurately...eventually, maybe

But for now I'm focusing on me:

The Cree of things.

People are speaking; I'm listening

And everything makes sense so far—just another scar on my heart, and not my arm.

Intention to harm is far from my mind—Self-destruction or re-construction; to which, I am blind.

It feels fake to me—drip dropping hints into a lake to me—playfully playing back the feeds of things The Cloud had sprouted just from seeds?

Experimental mental challenges designed to find the ones with minds seeking the more divine; It's more than fine if these voices are really mine, it's all the time. It's all a game, it's all in my mind.

I just have to accept this is my life,

I'm the ‘crazy ex wife'

With a life that reflects-

My constant struggle and strife—

These bags on my eyes,

Are heavier than

Living this life.

Aight?

<>remember me><‘remember me?'

It's a bird

It's a plane

It's a bird

It's a plane

It's a bird

It's a plane

It's a bird

It's a plane

It's—

Look—/ /

‘Look around you—what do you see (echo)'

Sea

See

><‘easy as life, aida'

Write more

Dance more

Sing more

Do more

<>more

Cree Hotch

Wed, Oct 9, 10:49 AM

to me

50 Shades of Blue

Blue Da Ba Di [SupaCreemix]

‘Bloo-bloo-bloo—‘

Cree Dahavalynn

Spoken:

“...and one day maybe, I'll have the honor of shaking your hand, looking you in the eye and pretending like I never wanted to fuck your brains out.”

Got me stress eating

In-n-out of meetings all day

In-n-out sounds okay

“No, you're out.”

Sounds okay

Okay—

Are you ok?

Not like Annie—

I mean, you can be—

But that's not really my thing;

Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ring

I don't fuck with that

And you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?

Nah, I'm over that

Put me on the guillotine—

Read between the lines

I was fuckin doing everything

Fuckin doing fine

I was on my grind—

Didn't have the time for no

Explaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublime

I hate the lime-light

Pay attention to me harder and

I just might

Lose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—

I miss the shit I came up on,

I admit:

I miss the days where I had fun and

P.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a test

Don't need to study the material

Is really all here—just pay attention

Attention deficit disorder;

My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:

You feelin me?

Insta makes me brain hurt

And waiting makes the game worse

I'm sleeping in the same hearse

I was cursed first, then the sun burst

Fill my cup with coffee

And barely be getting buzzes

I always be missing busses,

I always have trust issues

Just trying to adjust issues

supposed to buy some new shoes

Give me an offer I can't refuse

Give me a bottle I can reuse

Give me a man who cannot abuse

Beating me up and leaving me confused

Yes I still remember last issues

Take me to the Grammys

I wanna meet the family

I'm tryna keep it classy

But the world is pretty trashy

My license is a class C

I'm average as I can be

I want the presidency, so

Somebody educate me

I'm late for my train

Plain Jane, plain insane

Look up, I see a plane

I eat weight and then I gain it

Clarissa, I can't explain it

I wax it and then I wane it

Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch

I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it

I hate bread but then I ate it

I love cheese and so I grate it

I love food and so I plate it

Love DRuGs I love getting faded

But lately the world is jaded

(Sung, nah-nah)

I stay sober—found a four leaf clover

Frozen in October

Alaska getting colder

When they say it's over,

I linger,

Get closer

I need more exposure

Cause I am getting older

This instagram is closure

No selfies and no posers

Close your—mouth please

Lose your spouse please

Because he took your house keys

(Choking sounds, gasping for air)

I need fucking therapy—

A doctor who won't lock me up

A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness

Do you get this?

No. You don't know.

Nobody really understands my self destruction plan

But I don't really ‘need' a man,

Because I wrote

“I am”

And,

“And.”

And—this is my Land

‘This is our world

This is our sand' (box)

Thinking about getting dread

Locks

I don't need headphones I need

Aux—

‘I want to hold your hand'

Awwwwsss—

Walks on the beach

I am a beached whale

I am a teacher

I'm gonna set sail

Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people

So tax free so evil

Evil knieval midevil

I was trippin on shirts

Avoiding them flirts, the worst

Laying me down in a hearse

I never rehearse

Live my whole life in reverse—

I'm Benjamin button

It hurts-hurts

The world is George Lucas's first,

Work

From something to nothin,

It works, church

From First and to Last

Every verse, verse

Somebody come help break this

Curse curse

Demons in my universe—verse

Remember you asked who came first—first

(Two times?)

...it was the egg.

Go break a leg.

I don't have to beg

I'm going to Vegas.

Bitch I'm gonna be famous

Bitch I'm already A-List

Bitch I'm friends with the greatest

Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design

‘Bitch you look fine'

I promise, I'm not

Promises, promises

Thought I forgot

Hacked

Maybe because I'm black

Maybe because they thought I'd attack

Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it

I don't know what to call this shit;

Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime

Bus lines wasting my time

Wrote the bus song on my own vibe

I don't write songs all of the time,

But when I do, I use blue and my

‘Do' frame of miiind.

Gotta find the right sound pack

Gotta get a new backpack

Gotta be myself, that's whack

I can't go back

I can't take that

Can't fake facts: I've been hacked

For no reason, that's stupid

I left right on time

Apple reads minds now,

Google makes plans now

I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain—

Need my phone to get by,

Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home—

Cause I can find north, of course—-

West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can

Walk for miles and miles

It might be awhile to apply my airline miles,

But I got different styles or writing

I'm sick of fighting with myself—

Pull the trigger already

“No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat”

Oh.

Started working on my suicide note,

And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid

Little

Head.

Ū Mad

...why you mad?

Hurt that bad?

Nah man, U not my dad

You not my boss

U just mad

U had me at “tell you what.”

When worlds collide

“Choclaaaate!!!”

Got an hour and a half in Hollywood land

Night didn't go as smoothly as I planned

Don't need a man,

I have it

Don't need it man,

Can't stand it,

Can't even stand this planet

I'm just gonna dance, bitch

Dance bitch

Dance (x3)—switch

life in LALA land is

Lalala-Land of the lost,

Lost Lands;

Everything costs

Everyone wants to get lost in the sauce

Everyone, everyone wanna be BOSS

Everybody ignoring my weirdness

Weird shit

I guess I should have tried out the guest list

Get this

Get this useless

Bag off my back

Need no back pack

I never took that

I just book that

Supa tight supa right

I got mad hats

Sober like Tober

No drugs November

Maybe December,

Underground—timber

I don't remember

Anything I just need

I just need

...

Therapy

...

Therapy

...

Therapy

I just need

BASS.

Sample: this dick ain't free

Okay then

I'm Savin the raven from playin

Need a save haven

Make me a maid, then

Maybe a maiden

Laid in Golden

Togas—

I'm supposed ta

Love ya

10,000 hours

I'm supposed to

Love ya

That's what my power is

I have an hour glass figure

Go figure

Not fake

Just hate this plated

Armor.

I need to drink water

It's hotter in here than I thought mi cannot

I cannot

Love anyone

Else right now.

Sometimes, I just want to witness

Happiness at best

The rest is invested in

Keeping protected my heart—

That's a start.

Left you in bed today

I didn't want to play games

You'll find me if you like me, likely

And finally, we'll have the time

To sing about these colors

How many others are there?

I don't care,

I would swear by my colors

Paint me colorblind.

Lost my shine but

I'll still try to find the light

I won't turn of the lights

But I'll turn a blind eye to

My blue life

Color me

Paint me in shades of green

I am translucently

Colorblind

You can't find me

Iridescence is the essence I'm

Hiding inside me

Protect. My. Heart.

Welcome to the center of attention

Did I mention I love this shit

Did I mention I'm illegitimate

Did you know, I'm an alien

Can't you see I don't fit in

People say i getting thin—

Really, Fin—what world you in

Jake the dog, wild frog—

I meant toad,

Let's move along.

Easy peasy lemon squeezee

Don't squeeze me

Easy peasy lemon squeezee

Don't tease me

Easy peasy lemon squeezee

No I'm not

Easy peasy lemon—

(Lemon x3)

sample 30 rock

I like Ben and Jerry's

Break Fast

Sample rent—la vie boheme—

Huevos rancheros (x8)

And maya Angelou

(Lou—up to 1/32)

Butters: lululu, I got some apples

Apples (echo)

[yeasss—]

...then it just rides out.

SALA “I don't give a fuck about birthdays.” (Echo)

“Cool, get the fuck out.”

Clique it—ticket

VIP boat?

Man this shits dope

Here take this rope and

Hang with your little friends

They're not you're friends tho,

It's okay I will spend it by my self

Happy Birthday

1500 down the drain

Actually it's probably 17, but that don't mean a thing—

Thanks

Your shit stanks

You're so nasty

Eskimo —cause I watched be a hoe

Girl you think I didn't know?

Let it go—blow over, I've been sober

BUS.

Wait man, I need a ride—

Never mind, I run in side

Defied the laws of gravity,

Let go of my pride

I just died

Oh—

Pshycho—

whose this to my side, though?

I don't like how vibe though

This silly dude can ride, tho

Uh, oh—uh-oh

Don't wanna go to the show

I didn't do enough blow

Did zero, cause Jon snow

Uh—oh—uh—oh

They gonna do surprise show

Crowd: go go go go!!

It's ok

I'm just glad I came today

4-leaf clover

Bun up the dance

I just wanna

Take a new chance

I'm just fine, cause I know the answer

This

Last

Last.

[“But first—“ Billy maize]

No. Last.

That's in my past.

Auntie adriene: how was your music concert?

... ... .... ...

/ / / - ////////////////////////(1/32)

Me: I had a blast.

The bus song:

Bus.

At the end, a loud thud, air brakes and an “uff”

Can't keep a secret

Can't keep my mouth shut had to keep leaking

Can't keep a friend I can trust

I'm just—

Fuck it, I'll adjust

I'll just, admit

I'm a misfit

Probably should have spent that $85 two times;

I live in certainty, right?

So it'll all come back?

So it'll all be bought?

Likeness is what I attract, right?

So that's right:

I attracted the massive planet with glasses—

Four more days fastin, could have turned me to ashes

Flashes of time lines,

Dancing in my mind

I know it, I'm blind

But faces? Just call me the mind's eye.

Closed mine today, I don't mind, I—

Codeswitching isn't my mind's mind

I was just living by my time

Apply the rules of blackness—

“A closed mouth don't get fed”

And a bad vibe don't get in bed with me—

Attracted to honesty, sobriety—

Someone who could keep an eye on me, but now I see you just brian's sidekick like I am to Annie—

We should hook em up.

They would probably fuck and end up on some, bad-mad-sad luck

Oh what the fuck, I keep bringing it up?

Probably shouldn't have treated me like a chump when I wished I could run against Donald Trump

Needed a friend like old Humpty Dumpty but,

Unfortunately he just wanted

My humps.

And Ciara isn't in the house.

Heard someone was in the market for a spouse,

You found it—not a mouse but obsessively lost pounds just so you wouldn't worry an ounce.

Not a cougar, but pouncing and bouncing between options—

Went skateboard shopping and lost it, could have spent a deposit,

But I'm positive patience is the only tangible object I need.

And I don't need medicine;

I just need peace again,

Occasionally, eat Asian—

And maybe weed, now-and-then—

I don't need more than one

I just need me some sunny days,

It's crazy I got all these plans, and, songs and words for days

I can't escape it, not a phase

I'm amazed, been writing since the second grade and I'm afraid

I just stopped cause love popped off,

Got popped and stopped from talking

Had to move cause he was stalking

Got too cold to keep on walking blocks—*stop*—(...)

Wait, no, this is my song.

Haha, I just got off on the wrong

...

Stop.

Spoken: god dammit...maybe I should put the bus song after this one.

And they watched me be a pendulum

For hours and hours I swung

All This music stuck in my head

All these hours stuck in my bed

I can't get ahead

That's what they all said

And I, and I, and I

I hear everything

And I and I,

Can hear you all saying it

And I

Shhh

[I need to be alone with my thoughts.]

Peace-Peace

I need peace

I need me like two of these

Window shopping OMG

kill me please

(No just kidding)

Wear these things

(No just kidding)

Dude I hate you

(No just kidding)

I'm just kidding

See my earrings

See my hearing

Get bad

I know it was

That bad

That's RAD

(Sell more drugs)

I don't want to

(Give more hugs)

I don't want to

(That shit bugs)

I get curled up in my rug

And die

>>>

r.e.n.t.

World of darkness

World of fears

Never you mind

Find your way home

You know your way home

You own it

Your part of the city is yours

But the city is ours

(At least for some hours)

There's no really stopping it

Life is like moving train, you're riding it

And loving it

Singing songs of love in your mind

Release the demons you have

And let go

You're mine

Don't clear your queue

Just clear your mind (echo)

Spoken: “Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“...I don't.”

Keep an open

(...)

Be here now

Spoken: “I am”

BedPunk (SupaCover)

Sometimes I'm the Hillary of my social circle

the unelected, the second best,

and very honestly I'm a real fuckin' pushover.

Goin' to bed at 10am has never felt better.

I'm just a bed punk Savin up through my last winter...

I keep in time with a job to scrape by, and that kind of thing.

and I cry sometimes because I can't stand the wait, cause I'm leaving...

The perfect love, the perfect way

to have the same old habits, the same clichés

Tortoise-shell glasses make me feel pretty famous,

but you can't take 'em with you and ‘this is the end 'cause...

Getting off at 8 AM has never felt better

I'm just an adult looking forward to my next summer—

Bot gunna miss no friends, Not gunna miss this town, below 0 degrees

but I'll be back to rule the world if you vote for me.

Sleepin' in till 10am has never felt better,

we're just some bedpunks

living as if it's always summer

We won't keep in time or remember our lines when we try to sing,

but we'll be back to rule the world when we find meaning in our suffering.

BBW

Sample: anaconda, end monologue)

(Fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck-fuck-fuck

Fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck them skinny

Fuck them

Fuck

Fuck fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck-fuck

Fuck them skinny—

(Drop dat a—) (crizzly)

BIG DROP.

(A$$—big Sean)

TADAH (Womp Womp- SupaCreeMixx)

LALA Land EP

AGEN WIDA- Supacreemixx

Go off- mama said remix

Barely Breathing- BLŪ Remix

OLDSTEP

Sun King/Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles, Love) –(SupaCreemix)

I Got You Babe (Sonny & Cher) [SupaCreeMix]

Love Shack [SupaCreeMix]

Los Paranoias (SupaCreeMix)

The Psycho's Path

Lucky charms,

Code of arms

Car alarms, and Hershey's bars;

Hershey's kisses, not your missus

But I'll miss this…

Bliss.

Kiss me underneath the stars,

I'm floating on my way to mars

I'm counting all the passing cars

(1, 2, 6—8)

What did you hallucinate?

Disintegrate me.

Imitate me.

People

[Sample: That's So Raven; “People-people, please, please!!!”

Work

Sensory Overload

FuckIt

Recycled

Culture Shock [Sample: My Generation, The Who]

Back Up [Sample classic]

If I Was A Boy (Beyonce) [Dupstep Remix, SupaCreeMix]

Before He Cheats (Carrie Underwood) [SupaCreeMix]

Cosmic Gate. Call To Arms [SupaCreeMix]

Vroom

[Sample: Ignitions—Old Mustang, New Mustang]

This Is my ignition

Don't need no permission

This is my admission:

I was there, you missed it.

Attention

Right—Lets's switch them.

Expert, Attention—

Ascension. (Whispered: Ascension)

Alright—I'm listenin'

Ex (pect) (Echo x8)

Re (spect) (Echo x8)

Givin it back (x8)

It's a wreck.

[Sample] ” In a wreck? Need A Check?”

ALBUMS/EPS

Turn3r Str33t

-South Side

NSC (Not SupaCree)

M13P (MI Audition Tape)

The Gorge [Part I/Part II (“Ous”)]

I'm so tired, that I—

Don't give a fuck no mo,

I—don't give a fuck no mo,

I—don't give a fuck no mo.

So insomniatic and—

I—don't give a fuck no mo,

I—Can't live this life no mo,

I—can't work no 8 to 4.

I'm so tired, that I—

I don't give a fuck no mo,

I—Don't wanna work no mo—

I—can't fuck wit folk no more.

I'm so tired, that I—

Cant take this life no more,

I—can't be yo wife no more,

Need money for the grocery store.

I'm so tired (tired)

—But yet I feel Inspired.

(Whispered: “SupaCree”)

*build up*

Love/Money/Party/Lucy

“Ain't nobody got time fo dat!”

*DROP*

I'm so tired that...

[Losin it>>>transition into midnight hour>>>

I bet your lil sister wanna look like me...]

[raggaeton vibe]

No Thing

Oh no,

Money no-ting

No diamond ring, no-ting

Not-a-thing

Phone don't ring

Don't mean no-ting

Just denoting

Don't need bling-bling.

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

You a pretty thing

Whatcha mean

Pretty-ting-ting

Ching-Ching-Ching

Not a ting, not a ting

Read iChing

Real book, not a ting

Sing-sing-sing

Not a ting not a ting

Not a ting

Album: The Synthesis

1. Synthesis

-Soda Pressing

-2 Times/Doubles

-Knope

-Full Senate

-America The Miserable

-45

-Hangry Howie's

Everything about me,

Is so stuck in this body

It's oughtta be

Apart of me

Until I reach

Infinity

Can you excuse my lack of company

Can you excuse my lack of me

BACk To The Future: Cree

Shotgun

Falling Up

Goin' In (Skrillex Goin' Hard Mix)

Support OWSLA (Missing Lyrics)

Burial

Make Some Noise (Missing Lyrics)

Hotplate

Wild

Rebel (Trollphace Remix) (Missing Lyrics)

10.

Rave weapon (Missing Lyrics)

11.

Beatbox (Missing Lyrics)

12.

Jaguar

13.

Stand Up (Millo & Otis Remix)

14.

Xtalk

15.

Days to Come

16.

Introvert (Missing Lyrics)

17.

Ghosts In the Machine

18.

Andrea

19.

Saturn (GTA Remix) (Missing Lyrics)

20.

Get Down Low (Silverback Remix) (Missing Lyrics)

21.

Identity theft (Missing Lyrics)

Festival Saga

Multidimentional Characters (Characters which exist within multiple universes + realities)

“Don't drop the--”

-What did you *do* ?!

-You dropped it, didn't you?

-*deer in headlights*

-FUCK.

-I told you not to do it.

Preliminary Soundtrack List

Squad Out (Trailer: “Let The fuckin bass--DON'T.” (*L*

1. Festival Trip

2. The Epic Trip

3. Scary Monsters and SupaCree

Festival Trip excerpt

C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster.

S- acid blaster?

c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster?

S- ‍♀️ nope

C- fucking lit.

S-do you have to be on acid?

C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable.

S- Hm.

C- have you seen—

-Xxyyzz

-BabyGravy

-grinlge

-scratch n sniff

-feneglers

-HOWDAREYOU

-coldsauce

-benadryl4breakfast

-That Guy.

-My Name's Not...

-Control + Alt + Delete

-Maybe Later

-LSDemon (LOL)

-STOP.

-There! Right There!

-Violent Pineapple

-Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch

-SoloHomo

-5tet

-BorGeoIs

-TheNorthHole

-Redd

-Redd's Red

-Poo

-Best Case Scenario

-Worst Case Scenario

-I Dunno, Harry

-Gosh

-Toby (Or Not Toby)

-The Why

-Shoemantics

-Name Me King

-The Artist Formerly Known As Prints

-Crispy Feet

-¿

-Confucius Say

-Ne(r)d.

-Ne(r)d's Backyard Shenanigans (Rooftop BBQ/play on warehouse party)

-Jeff

-Jeffest

-Space Canyon

-Jeff's Wonderdome

-Neckbrace for Nancy

-TrashRat

-Below&Beneath

-Leggolas

-Tommy Trombone

-Ask Alice

-Ms. Steak

festival names:

¡Dizzaster!

FlopTop

Todayland

Yesterworld

Shalaham

Epic Music Festival

Ultimate Music Festival

Atomic Jungle

Never-Everland

UNH.

Conch Shella

Stank.

Drop The Ball

Hot Summer

Life is Decent

Underground Railroad

Fuck Fest

-Get Fucked

-GFY

Garden of Eden

Oobooloo

Dirty Little Secret

Dark Daze

Convalescence

Album parodies

Detention

(They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous)

‘Wear More Kandi' (in the hotel room)

Chava: you should probably wear more Kandi

Sala: ehhh, nahhh—I'm like,.,I'm good, I think.

Chava: uhhhh—you sure, dude? I know you're used to Utah but, this is kind of a big event. There's gonna be a lot of actual ravers, instead of, you know—Mormon girls with issues and undercover cops...with issues.

Sala: yeaaaah, I know, I'm good.

Chava: if you say so.

Sala: yeah. Remember that time I started trippin out hard during Morty Mcflyy at SaltyFlat's, and I was wearing a bunch of Kandi—

Chava: Oh, i remember.

Sala: So, yeah.

‘Horchata' -Festival Trip Excerpt

Chava looks decently confused. Sala slumps beside her.

Chava: what is this.

Sala: ...Horchata'

Chava: Gross. It sounds worse than it tastes.

Sala: *gasps*

Chava: Tastes like Cinnamon Toast Crunch farts, coming out of a ghost.

Sala: Thefuckever.

Chava: Change my mind.

Sala: Fuck you, bro-change your own mind—horchata's the shit. I fucking love horchata.

[a passerby stops in his tracks, excitedly]

Wooky guy: FUCKYEAH. HORCHATA IS MY LIFE!

Sala: (To Chava) see—

Wooky guy: I fucking love these guys, I've seen them over 27 times in the last YEAR.

Sala: Oh...

Chava: They've played 27 whole times?

Wooky guy: (goes on rant, shows weird tattoo) horchata for LIFE!!! Oh my god, will you trade kandi with me?!

Sala: Uhhhh.

Chava deviously smiles.

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

| PEACE. LOVE. UNITY. RESPECT. |

Enter The Multiverse: Anything Is Possible.

Everything is Everything.

Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts

Chava Hoffs

Sala Emillio

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus)

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with.

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Deathwish—s a series about a woman who makes a death wish—but the stakes are raised wen all her wildest dreams come true, and death lurks just around the corner at every turn.

A collection of silent films, by SupaCree

Enter: world of music

In the scene where random racers find Sala's backpack in the parking lot, debut Rave Dora [Backpack SupaCreeMix]

“I'm a backpack loaded up with things and Knick-knacks too—anything that you might need, I got inside for you...”

Festival Trip One-Lines

Keep up, Kassandra

Hold Up, Heather

Be back, Becky

Back up, Barbra

Shut up, Susan/ Shut Up Sandra/ Shut Up Sharon

Sit Down, Sally

Chill, Chelsea

Cheer Up, Charlie (a reference to Willy Wonka)

Get out my biz, Liz

Chava: dude, your energy is killing me.

Sala: So.

Chava: Soo, fix it, bro—we have a lot to cover today. S'day one.

Sala: Day 1 of rave 2, I'm over it.

Chava: Well, I'm not so get some hype in you.

Sala: ughhh.

Chava: come on, man. I'm tryna see Cow Turds.

Sala: you're engaged to one.

Chava: shut the fuck up and drink. Here, I'll have one with you.

Light therapy

Frequencies

Vibrationally energizing

Body waves are

Paralyzing

Lines of

Broken harmonies

Inside of me.

Crying on the clock;

Rocking back and forth

Stocking full of coal

Greetings from the North Pole

If Santa Clause is real

Maybe we can make a deal;

If my heart is made of steel

You can't steal it—I can feel it

Winter is here

The world is money hungry

(So am I)

The world is simply starving

(So am I)

The world is so alarming

(So am I)

The world is just evolving.

(So I am.)

Cause I've been going crazy

Stuck inside myself

And I've been feeling lazy

Just beside myself

And I've been thinking lately

That just maybe, someday maybe

I'll be

It's all connected—

The reason we disconnect

Is we're neglected

I wonder what you'd expect

You can't express it

Just repress it.

Repression syndrome—

Came up too fast;

Compression syndrome

Suck it in

Suck it up,

You stupid fuck

Dive deeper

Ū (EP)

1. Thank U

2. I'm Sorry

3. I Love U

4. I miss U

I like your vibe

Come join my squad

Curiosity killed the cat

Carbohydrates killed the queen

Don't cry

“I'll try...”

50 Shades of Blu

Don't pick up the phone

And here you are:

8 years later,

With a baby on your back and—

Bills to pay

You have to decide

(What the fuck)

what the world is all

about today.

Don't want to be Cree

For a really long time

I just need

I just need a whole mind

I was me the whole time

I never left

And yet

There I was—looking at myself from above,

All the love in the world;

Just a lonely little girl

Trapped in her

Head

Never got out of bed, that day:

But I went away somewhere,

And there I was—looking at myself from above,

All the love in the world,

Just a lonely little girl

Trapped in her

Head

And I said,

“why are you waking me up?”

But I wasn't asleep—

I just wanted to fuck

And sometimes, it's too much

Too much is, never enough

I've never been in love (with me)

But I've always been in love (with you)

And if you had seen it

It wouldn't have been the death of me.

Deeper I'll go:

Deeper to find

How I crossed white lines

To become

Colorblind

How did you find me, here

My deer?

How did you know

Where to go?

How did you know, I would

Follow you there,

Once you finally showed me the road?

I've seen both the frog, and the toad;

You've already left me exposed,

And I'm frozen in time

Just to find

Paradise—

I tried.

But love is a blind bat,

Diving into a vat of

Darkness;

a hat is only a hat,

If only there was more—

And there is.

There always is more—

You just have to live more,

And once you've been through the cycles, you could be

Recycled.

Ruined.

Rebuilt.

Guilt is only ever,

Created after pleasure...

With immense imploding pressure

- [ ] You were born

EP-GA

[2K19]

Mother Earth and

Father Time are

Making love right

By the fire

You are motion—

I am sickness

I am goddess;

Be my witness.

And I'll probably run for President—

Just like I tend to run from everything; not because I want to do it, but because I have to...

And just as I run from everything,

I run to everything—

As is the vicious cycle of life, unrepeated.

There is no cure

When your spirit is broken

There is no cure—when you suffer in silence

There is no cure—

When you've seen all the violence

It's only you.

Breadcrumbs—

I'm not dumb,

I'm just muted.

The dragon I'm chasing is me,

And I just...

Set the world on fire—

I just—need to—

I just—adjust.

Translucent and transparent

I am the thing that happens when you

Parent your own parents.

And I just...

I been waking up randomly,

Panicking—

Wishing I was dancing

In the moonlight

I'm vanishing without a trace

And maybe I just hate this place,

Maybe I'm just displaced

I hate this

I been waking up randomly

Filling the void

Avoiding my eyes in reflections

I fell in love at a festival

She came to dance, she was solo oh-oh

...took my hand, said let's go- oh—oh-oh

She didn't care

I'm a tax write-off

I'm a meal ticket

I'm a grasshopper;

Or maybe, a cricket—

Ricochet rabbit

Why am I like this?

“Why do you fight this?”

I was not invited

to mingle

This ‘tingle' I get is more than

A threat—I regretted,

The moments I never forget

The secrets you keep

The stories you never will tell—

This is hell, you're not dreaming

It's only a nightmare.

Too much to think about

So I don't

Dissociative,

I associate everything

Within—without

I reflect everything

I've been about,

Stuck beside myself

I am just a clone,

A lone shadow of my

Own

All alone, and—

I never planned to leave this planet

But I have.

You're out of my league

Out of my league

Why can't you see that

It's so hard to be

Paying the price for this

Quarter-life crisis

I don't mean to write this

So bad, but

I can't trust myself anymore

I can't trust this world anymore

Life is just

Too complicated

I'm jaded—I'm faded out

Phased out, going about in this

Town like I'm drowning in

Insecurity

Or rather, a diamond in the rough

I've got enough stuff

I just need love.

You're out of my league

I can see that

I can't be that, thing

What you want is perfection

I just like who you are and thats—

Never enough.

I have nothing but love to give, love

So forgive this:

I didn't think I'd live this long

But I was wrong

And it was longer than I thought

Ago

Life is just

Too complicated

I'm jaded—I'm faded out

Phased out, going about in this

Town like I'm drowning in

Insecurity

Do you wanna know what it's like to be lonely like me

I can tell you better than show you

Once I get to know you good luck

AMNESIA NOTES

Miami Wade

Crystal Brooks

Donder (Donny) “we'll just call you Donny”

“Why?”

Uhhh...Because...we found you in the woods.

“What?”

“You know, like—the wild thornberrys”

“Sounds tasty”

“Uhhh—wasn't Donny found in the Jungle”

“Uhhh—isn't the jungle just a denser version of the woods?”

“I guess. It's like an earth-remix”

“What's a remix?”

Miami wells up—Crystal jumps up excitedly

“Awwwwri

And I've been stuck on Abbot Kinney,

Thinking about Will Rodgers and

Thinking that I'm a dodgers fan—

But I'm not,

I just like crowds.

And LA makes me proud

Of everything I need to be:

And if the world were watching me

She'd think she was herself.

I was never sleeping, I'm just here

And I was never reading, I just

Put the bookmark where I left off...

I could drift off into,

The taste of ink

And as it dries in my palm—

I know it won't take long until I'm

Drifting back into—sifting back into

Space—grains of sand.

You'll know when you've reached the promised land.

Hello, Good Friend:

‘It's time to fall in love...with yourself.'

(ends with: Fear of the Water, as he dissappears and fades away into stardust and she is left alone with all of the artwork he helped her create.)

Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist

The world has the most to learn from its elders and it's youth—fever disrespect the sometimes even subtle wisdom of a child or your elders.

A1 (Lost in the Sauce)

Break beats

Ruffneck Bass:

That's what I like in my face

Drop that shit, don't make me wait

Make me dance off all this waste

I like chocolate, give me cake

Wednesday mornin' wake-n-bake

Star Jones—Oprah—Ricky lake

Which is real and which is fake?

Pick the right one, no mistake

River—ocean—crater lake

White girl: “can I touch your hair? Is it fake??”

Out of order—

Order steak.

[ Sample: The Epic Trip]

[interlude- two friends at a festival//a phone call]

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I can't hear you!”

“Hello?”

“BRO. Where are you?”

“I'm by the—WAIT—hello?!”

“WHAT? ”

“HELLO?”

[the call drops]

“Yo. Where the fuck is she?”

“I don't know man, probably lost in the sauce...”

Sample Lost In The jungle//Kendrick Boo Boo

Friends that say that they “gotchu” and then don't

Ain't your friends—

they're enemies

Keep them close

Nobody gives a fuck about you—

Except you—

Remember that.

And if you can't remember

Make a habit of forgetting

Cause you're just another

member of society

With social anxiety

Your sense of propriety

Probably shouldn't be

Anything

I'd give anything

Just to take back all my fucks

Put them in a bucket,

Throw it over my shoulder

And wish the world

“Good fucking luck”

I'm so done with it

This is the last chance you get

So have fun with it

There's no pleasure, no smiles—

No love in it

I'm just driving for miles

Above the shit.

Amnesia:

Shane

Miami

Crystal

“*giggles* what's a rave?”

Miami (takes a deep breath)

Crystal (facepalms her

C-Is Giving drugs to somebody with amnesia bad?

M-I don't know what's bad for amnesia

S-Well maybe, it's not giving it to him that would be bad—like, they were already in his system, probably wouldn't he go like, into withdraw or something.

You're probably right

S-(I'm probably not)

Transitions- Silent Film/EP

Kandi moves to a new city from far, far away—and finds herself lost trying to find her own vibe. ❤️

1. The Bus Song

2. Pretty Girls (SupaCreeMixx)

3. DOD (Phoenixx remix)

“Holy infected fuck!” [thats my vibe right now]

North Star

After an EMP attack, an unlikely leader becomes a guide to a group of survivors to find the way northward to Alaska.

Festival Trip

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts

Chava Hoffs

Sala Emillio

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus)

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with.

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Excerpt- Festival Trip I

As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically

Sala: Dat ass tho!

Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention.

Man: Daaaaaamn.

3.31.19

—Later—

Man: Daaaaamn.

He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink.

4.1.2019

Man: (under his breath) Daaamn...

Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here

Man: But—

Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot.

Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn!

Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it—

Man: *women*

Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat.

Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura...

Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here

Man: No, like—

Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..?

His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along.

Man: Damn.

He feels like he knows her.

Cut back to:

CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene

Under the mask

A superstar DJ and his best friend embark on a series of festivals under cover as non-celebrity citizens

“Rule one 1: never take your mask off”

Excerpt- Festival Trip I

As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically

Sala: Dat ass tho!

Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention.

Man: Daaaaaamn.

3.31.19

—Later—

Man: Daaaaamn.

He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink.

4.1.2019

Man: (under his breath) Daaamn...

Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here

Man: But—

Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot.

Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn!

Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it—

Man: *women*

Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat.

Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura...

Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here

Man: No, like—

Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..?

His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along.

Man: Damn.

He feels like he knows her.

Cut back to:

CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Chava, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”)

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, super-quirky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a “praise-Jesus” or interject with “halleluiah”

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance A light-skinned, freckled and green-eyed debutant whose “gingerness is contradictory to her blackness”

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

D*ck jokes

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Festival Trip is a Film and Television saga that offers a new perspective on the ever-changing and recently popularized culture of dance music; it touches on the history of the culture as a whole, as well as a variety of other societal issues this generation faces—friendship, connectivity, communication—the dawn of social media, America's education system and justice system, immigration, and emerging mental health and drug crisis—while also taking a look at a history of counter culture as a derivative of the rapidly evolving technology of today's society. Through its characters and storylines, we dive deeply into a conglomerate of generational growth and exponentially educational topics, lightheartedly

Festival Trip Tagline: Two Friends. Two Weeks. Two Festivals—One World.

The Epic Trip Tagline: Girl, Meet World.

Dave: So...let me get this straight…

[Chava expressionlessly looks to him, with astute confidence.]

Dave: [sighs heavily] You want...all of the vacation time you've accumulated over the last year...at once.

Chava: [stoically] Yes.

[He pauses to think, searching for his response.]

Dave: ...I…[sighs again, more heavenly]...that's a lot of time off.

Chava: [monotonously] It is.

Dave: We're short-staffed as it is.

Chava: Yep.

Dave: ...What if I say ‘no'?

Chava: You can't.

[He purses his lips and squints at her, as if to say “I can't??”, She matches his expression very matter of factly--she is right.]

Chava Cont'd: ...Policy.

Dave: (rolling his eyes, skimming the paperwork and the calendar on his desk) Please. What do you know about ‘company policy'?

Chava: You made me read the employee handbook three times my first week.

Dave: What? And you actually did it???

Chava: I did.

Dave: No you didn't.

Chava: Three times.

Dave: Fuck me.

Chava: Inappropriate.

Dave: I'll show you inappropriate.

[Chava stares at him blankly. Her dryness deflates him, his eyes widen, contemplating-- He sighs again, mumbling just over his breath as he reads her submission aloud to himself.']

Dave: ‘...for the wedding of a close family member...dates specified…'yadayadayyadah --You need two weeks off for a wedding? What kind of wedding is this, anyway?

Chava: A ‘destination' wedding.

Dave: Psh. What's the destination--outer space?

(Chava's thoughts: I wish.)

Chava: ...Mexico.

Dave: [makes a ‘yeesh' face] Outer space might be safer.

Chava: Though, not as cheap.

Dave: Smartass.

Chava: Hardly, sir--I work here.

Dave: Do you?

Chava: As long as you approve my paperwork.

Dave: How do I know that this isn't your clever way of accumulating your PTO for a nice fat paycheck and leaving us all in the dust?

Chava: What dust? It's -55 degrees outside.

[He looks at her flatly.]

Dave: …

Chava: ...

Dave: (whinily)...Two weeks?

[Chava nods.]

Dave (Cont'd): [sighs] ...and you're coming back…?

[Chava squints at him questionably.]

Dave (cont'd):

_______________________________________________________________________

Chava: Yo, it's official--I just got the vacation time approved: We going to mexico.

Sala: !Viva Mexico!

Chava: Correct.

Sala: Ahhh, yesss bro, I'm so excited.

Chava: Same. My boss almost flipped a shit I'm taking so much time off.

Sala: You need some time off dude, you work too much.

Chava: Agreed--I haven't even taken a day off in like, a year.

Sala: Brooo--

[Chava's phone alerts her of an incoming FaceTime.]

Chava: Oh, shit bro! It's my cousin. He's probably calling about the RSVP. Hit you back?

Sala: Word.

[Chava switches to FaceTime; Her Aunt Mildred

1: Wait, do you hate me, or do you hate yourself?

2: I hate the both of us enough

No opacity

Magnanimous aucadity

Filled to capacity,

Emancipated, slated catastrophe,

Actually

Turn a blind golden eye;

“Did I do that?”

True that,

It was you that,

Knew that--

Who would do that?

Threw a shoe at

the phone line

Phone home time

Festival Trip

List of Fictional DJ's/Character List by Name/Concept

Favorites:

Jeff. (Excision)

Ne(r)d (Dillon Francis--Dillon Frances ((alternate dimension () ) [pronounced NED “the ‘r' is silent']

Shluggy (Snails)

Acid Blaster/LSDemon (LSDream)

UNH. (Rusko)

Devil's Lettuce (Ganja White Night)

Kalvin Kaine (Carl Cox)

Tommy Trombone (Timmy Trumpet)

OGs

CorpseRat (Deadmau5)

Asian Jesus (Steve Aoki)

Morty McFlyy (Martin Garrix)

Voltage (Carnage)

Abracadabra! (Tiesto)

Newbies

CoolWhip (Whipped Cream)

“, said This Guy. (Said The Sky)

Groups

Festival Trip excerpt

C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster.

S- acid blaster?

c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster?

S- ‍♀️ nope

C- fucking lit.

S-do you have to be on acid?

C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable.

S- Hm.

C- have you seen—

-grinlge

-scratch n sniff

-feneglers

-HOWDAREYOU

-coldsauce

-benadryl4breakfast

-That Guy.

-My Name's Not...

-Control + Alt + Delete

-Maybe Later

-LSDemon

-STOP.

-There! Right There.

-Violent Pineapple

-Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch

-SoloHomo

-5tet

-BorGeoIs

-TheNorthHole

-Redd

-Redd's Red

-Poo

-Best Case Scenario

-Worst Case Scenario

- I Dunno, Harry

- Gosh

- Toby

- The Why

- Shoemantics

- Name Me King

- The Artist Formerly Known As Prints

- Crispy Feet

- ¿

- Confucius Say

- Ne(r)d. (Dillon Francis)

-Jeff (Excision)

-Jeffest

-Space Canyon

-Jeff's Wonderdome

-Neckbrace for Nancy

-TrashRat

-Below&Beneath (Above and Beyond)

-Leggolas (Armin Van Buren)

-Tommy Trombone

-Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland)

-BoiToy

-DrippTipp

festival names:

¡Dizzaster!

FlopTop

Todayland

Yesterworld

Shalaham

Epic Music Festival

Ultimate Music Festival

Atomic Jungle

Never-Everland

UNH.

Conch Shella

Stank.

Drop The Ball

Hot Summer

Life is Decent

Underground Railroad

Fuck Fest

-Get Fucked

-GFY

Garden of Eden

(They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous)

Get Out My Face, Jace!

“BRICKS”

Chava: ...so…

Sala...so…?

Chava: You remember that guy, I was telling you about, before…?

Sala: You--? Psh. No. Fucking monogamists and your fucking...loyalty...fuckin'...shit.

Chava: No, I mean--when Sonny and I were broken up, and I had that--

Sala: Ohhhhhh----The rebound?

Chava: ...yeah…? (She doesn't know what to call it.)

Sala: Which one? The super-hot model that got you VIP at The Armani?

Chava: ...I almost forgot about that...

Sala: Or the one with the--uhh--

Chava: --Yeah.

Sala: With the--

Chava: --Yeah.

Sala: With the really big--

Chava: YEAH.

They exchange wide-eyed glances at one another.

Sala: …uh, *yeah*. Tell him come thru.

Chava: You'll take that back.

Sala: Somebody finna get DICKED-DOOOOOWNNN!

Chava: Are you crazy? I need companionship, not a vaganal reconstruction.

Sala: Hot DAMN--it's like that?

Chava: Bro, it's like that.

Sala: Big Dick Energy?

Chava: Times infinity.

Sala: I've got to meet this guy.

Chava: ...yeah, I mean um--he's not really a *guy*, more like a...giant penis with legs.

Sala: Ay, carumba, mija. Think you can actually go through with it this time?

*Chava has an intense flashback of Sonny in bed with the woman*

Chava: ...yeah, maybe.

Sala: Do it.

Chava: *texting* Maybe.

Sala:

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

-U.

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By Insomniac

February 16, 2023

[Your Mother’s Episode.] (SEASON 6- ACT III, PART VII)

25 minutes

Festival Project

A Saga

S Ū P A © R E E ™

One World.

| PEACE. LOVE. UNITY. RESPECT. |

Enter The Multiverse: Anything Is Possible.

Everything is Everything.

Chava Hoffs

Sala Emillio

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus)

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with.

Running Jokes:

-Ridiculous DJ names and Absurd Fictional Festivals

-Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding-Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

-Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

-Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

“Go climb broke-bitch mountain!”

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

[The Break-Up]

Sala: FUCK YOUR BIRTHDAY!

CHAVA: I'M SURE YOU WOULD IF YOU COULD, IF MY BIRTHDAY HAD A PENIS.

Sala: YOUR BIRTHDAY DOES HAVE A PENIS—IT'S YOU, DICK.

CHAVA: THEN SUCK ME, SALLY MAE.

SALA: YOU WISH, WANDA.

CHAVA: Can't make a wish with no fucking candles, Kandace.

SALA: Huh. I would have thought there were candles just judging by hard you fucking BLOW, Bonnie!

CHAVA: Then drive off cliff, Clyde.

A remote, unnamed city near the North Pole, in the Alaskan Arctic Circle.

It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

In the scene where random ravers find Sala's backpack in the parking lot, debut Rave Dora

[Backpack SupaCreeMixx]

“I'm a backpack loaded up with things and Knick-knacks too—anything that you might need, I got inside for you...”

Festival Trip One-Liners/ Slang/ Phrases

Keep up, Kassandra

Hold Up, Heather

Be back, Becky

Back up, Barbra

Shut up, Susan/ Shut Up Sandra/ Shut Up Sharon/

Sit Down, Sally

Shove It, Shelly

Stop It, Stella

Chill, Chelsea

Cheer Up, Charlie (a reference to Willy Wonka)

Get out my biz, Liz

Really Billy?

Excerpt, Act III

Chava: Dude, your energy is killing me.

Sala: So.

Chava: Soo, fix it.

Sala: What do I look like—Bob the Builder?

Chava: More like Wreck-It-Ralphed-All-Over-Yourself

Sala: Fuck you.

Chava: Off limits. I'm the last person on earth you haven't fucked.

Sala: Jealous?

Chava: Of the super-massive black-hole that is your vagina? No. I just wish my camera had a better low-light filter so I had actual photographic proof of an 8th world wonder.

Sala: …fuck you.

Chava: ‘No' Means ‘No'. [blows whistle] Get up.

Sala: Ahhhhh—Get fucked!

Chava: I was—and you ruined it being a hoe—but I'm willing to look past that, because its a beautiful fucking day in Miami and we're about to get lit. C'mon. S'day one.

Sala: Day 1 of rave 2, I'm over it.

Chava: Hoe, I'm over you.

Sala: Get over me, then, bitch—

Chava: I already said I am. Get with it.

Sala: Get with this dick.

Chava: What's a dick without some balls, bro? Pussy.

Sala: …

Chava: You mad?

Sala: I been mad.

Chava: Stay mad, then.

Sala: How about I just stay here.

Chava: Pay here, stay here, bitch—this trip ain't free.

Sala: This trip ain't me. Raves are your thing. I'm not a “festival chick.”

Chava: You are for the next three days.

Sala: …Three…?!

Chava: And counting. Get. Some. Motherfuckin' balls. Here, have some Jesus Juice.

[She extends her arm, holding the bottle in front of Sala]

Sala: Ughhh.

Chava: Come on, man. I'm tryna see Cow Turds.

Sala: You're engaged to one.

Chava: Shut the fuck up and drink. Here, I'll have one with you.

Festival Trip II [First Sequel ]-

It's been a magical year and the breakup is over;

(Use- I'm on my way to heaven, for trailer.)

Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist

Ū [Amnesia/Working Title]

Crystal (Chrys) A short-haired-yet-feminine gender-non-conforming lovable with a dry sense of humor and an eye for art; Music lover and fan of festivals, Miami's “convert” into the rave world.

Samuel/Donnie- Sensei Samurai: An award-winning world-renowned music artist and specialty DJ, the soul-headliner of ‘Magic's Mountain art and Music Festival'

Daz- Sam/Donnie's Manager- (Antagonist)

Samuel: LET ME SEE YOU FUCKING JUMP.

Samuel: --ARE YOU GUYS READY?

[He lights a ciggarette, sips from his cup again as he continues to mix. He nods along to the beat, grooving as he plots his next move, looking into the crowd with hunger in his eye.]

Dez: (speaking into a earpiece) Sammy, take it easy...

[He glances stage left, to where Dez is situated and watching him like a hawk; He nonchalantly shrugs, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air, decisively irritated with the instruction.]

Dez: (Cont'd): I mean it, chill.

Samuel (over the mic) NO CHILL MOTHERFUCKERS. [The music speeds as he prepares for the drop.]

Dez: (forgetting momentarily that he will not be heard) Sam, don't--!

[Too late. Samuel Drops the bass so hard, it hurts, ripping off his headphones and running straight into the crowd, head first to crowd surf. The crowd goes massively, insanely wild.]

Samuel: Thank you Magical Mountain, I Love You Guys!!

The crowd goes wild as Samuel exits the stage, ignoring Dez as he breezes past him.

Dez: (following after him) I thought I said, “No more crowd surfing, no more stage diving.”

Samuel: I thought you said that, too.

Dez: Do you recall “OhMyLanta?”

Samuel: (sarcastically) Oh, you mean that festival in Atlanta?

Dez: Yes.

Samuel: How creative.

Dez: ‘Creative' would describe the legal team's very expensive, very strenuous tactical strategy which weaseled you out of a very serious lawsuit.

Samuel: What? When was this?

Dez: This was when you decided to stage dive wearing goth-pants and your chains got stuck in that kid's earholes

Samuel: They're called Tripp pants.

Dez: Oh yeah...what do you call them after mutilating a teenager with them?

Samuel: Tripp pants I can sell on eBay. I made that kid a star.

Dez: You made him a cripple.

Samuel: --we still talk.

[EXT. A FARAWAY FOREST]

A thud, in the darkness of the forest. Crystal and Serra continue forward, unaware their friend has fallen for a few short moments, leaving Miami behind.

Crystal: ...I told you not to wear those.

Miami: Yo…

Crystal: Yo--*gasps* (she grabs Serra by the shoulder, holding her back.)

Serra: (She notices the body, under her pashmina, spirit hood, and glasses) Ohwhatthefuck. (she takes a few steps back)

Crystal: Don't move.

Serra: Yeah, fuck that. Fuck this. (she wraps the pashmina tightly around her face) [muffled] Fuck this.

Crystal: ...Ami, we should get out of here.

Miami: We should help him.

Crystal: He may be beyond help, honey.

Serra: He's fucking dead. Whatthefuck. Fuck this!

Crystal: ...Is he dead?

Miami: (she looks at him closely, there are no signs of life. she checks for breathing with her hand.) ...I don't know. (she checks again, leaning in closer. she grabs his wrist to check a pulse)

Serra: Don't touch it!

Miami: Shut up, I'm trying to get a pulse (beat) ...he's super cold.

Serra: He's super dead!

Miam: No, no...I don't think so. Crystal, come here--help me turn him over.

Crystal: Are you sure? What if he--wakes up and tries to--??

Miami: (urgently) What if it was you?

Crystal fishes for a flashlight and switchblade in her fanny pack, places the flashlight in her mouth and positioning the knife under her kandi cuffs. She cautiously inches forward.

Crystal: Serra, try to get some cell service so we can call for help.

Crystal: Do you feel anything?

Miami: ...Give me your mirror.

Crystal: Dude, is this…?

Miami: Your mirror.

(she holds the mirror under his nose--a subtle cloud of fog appears; he is, in fact, alive.)

Crystal: Oh, my God.

Miami: He's breathing. Serra!

Crystal: ...This is Sensai Samurai.

Miami: (trying to convince herself) It probably just looks like him….

Crystal: I just took one-hundred close-up photos, dude--like, less than an hour ago--

Miami: Shhhhh! (she frantically begins to check his pockets) He's gotta have a wallet.

Crystal: What, you were going to save him--now you wanna roll him?

Miami: An ID. He's got to have an ID. (she frantically searches him) Hey Serra!

Crystal: Holy fuck. Look.

(she gestures the wrist band and bracelet.)

Miami: ...Artist's wristband. Fuck. It is him.

Crystal:

Girl:(looking over, concerned) ...Is your friend okay?

[He is clearly not. Serra slides her finger up his nose to adjust his glasses, eyeing the girl suspiciously.]

Crystal: [flatly] Yes.

[INT. KITCHEN. DAY.]

-...He's so...domestic.

Crystal -You'd think he'd carry a better tune.

Miami- Cause you'd be belting melodies after waking up out of a drug-induced coma?

Crystal- No--I guess I'd open a bake shop in some random girls' kitchen.

Miami: Donnie?

Donnie: Hmm, yes?

Miami: We...we have some news for you.

Donnie: Oooh! Is it celebrity news?

Miami:...sort of.

Donnie: I hope it's juicy gossip.

Crystal: Believe me--it'll be the talk of the town.

Donnie: This town?

Crystal: Any town.

[ She refills her wine glass first, then prepares two more, never breaking eye contact with donnie; His lighthearted excitement turns to slight confusion, as he furrows his brows,]

Miami: (sighs, taking his hand) Here, lets sit down.

Donnie: But, the macaroons--

Serra-What? That's what you're making?

[Donnie nods.]

Serra-...(to the side) maybe we should let him finish the macaroons, first...what if this like, fucks him all up.

Miami: No, it's time. I feel like we've already waited too long.

Serra-...I feel like he makes really good macaroons.

Miami: Yeah? Like grammy-award-winning macaroons?

-If by ‘Grammy', you mean my Grandmother would approve…

Miami: Your grandmother died of complications from diabetes.

Serra-...and you think macaroons had absolutely nothing to do with that?

Donnie: Before noon?

Crystal- Oh, so you know that rule?

Donnie: I know some things.

Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist

Blue Story

A wayward security officer drunkenly fills out an application to join the police academy, and is accepted—both to his surprise, and dismay.

#SQUAD OUT!- A Mockumentary-Style Comedy following several “tribes”, “squads”, “rave families”, and even solo-ravers surrounding a large group of ravers and friends.

Ū [Amnesia/Working Title]

Amnesia [Working Title]

Crystal (Chrys) A short-haired-yet-feminine gender-non-conforming lovable with a dry sense of humor and an eye for art; Music lover and fan of festivals, Miami's “convert” into the rave world.

DONNIE “*giggles* what's a rave?”

Miami (takes a deep breath)

Crystal (facepalm)

Shane (purses her lips)

C-Is Giving drugs to somebody with amnesia bad?

M-I don't know what's bad for amnesia

S-Well maybe, it's not giving it to him that would be bad—like, they were already in his system, probably wouldn't he go like, into withdraw or something.

You're probably right

S-(I'm probably not)

Samuel/Donnie- Sensei Samurai: An award-winning world-renowned music artist and specialty DJ, the soul-headliner of ‘Magic's Mountain art and Music Festival'

Daz- Sam/Donnie's Manager- (Antagonist-)

Samuel: LET ME SEE YOU FUCKING JUMP.

Samuel: --ARE YOU GUYS READY?

[He lights a ciggarette, sips from his cup again as he continues to mix. He nods along to the beat, grooving as he plots his next move, looking into the crowd with hunger in his eye.]

Dez: (speaking into a earpiece) Sammy, take it easy...

[He glances stage left, to where Dez is situated and watching him like a hawk; He nonchalantly shrugs, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air, decisively irritated with the instruction.]

Dez: (Cont'd): I mean it, chill.

Samuel (over the mic) NO CHILL MOTHERFUCKERS. [The music speeds as he prepares for the drop.]

Dez: (forgetting momentarily that he will not be heard) Sam, don't--!

[Too late. Samuel Drops the bass so hard, it hurts, ripping off his headphones and running straight into the crowd, head first to crowd surf. The crowd goes massively, insanely wild.]

Samuel: Thank you Magical Mountain, I Love You Guys!!

The crowd goes wild as Samuel exits the stage, ignoring Dez as he breezes past him.

Dez: (following after him) I thought I said, “No more crowd surfing, no more stage diving.”

Samuel: I thought you said that, too.

Dez: Do you recall “OhMyLanta?”

Samuel: (sarcastically) Oh, you mean that festival in Atlanta?

Dez: Yes.

Samuel: How creative.

Dez: ‘Creative' would describe the legal team's very expensive, very strenuous tactical strategy which weaseled you out of a very serious lawsuit.

Samuel: Law-Suit? I've never worn one of those. Black-Label?

Dez: More like ‘black-book' with your name written on and in it. It took me weeks clean up.

Samuel: When was this?

Dez: When you decided to stage dive wearing goth-pants and one of your chains got stuck in that kid's earhole.

Samuel: They're called ‘Tripp' pants.

Dez: Oh yeah...what do you call them after mutilating a teenager with them?

Samuel: Tripp pants I can sell on eBay.

Dez: You made him a cripple.

Samuel: --we still talk.

A thud, in the darkness of the forest. Crystal and Shane continue forward, unaware their friend has fallen for a few short moments, leaving Miami behind.

Crystal: ...I told you not to wear those.

Miami: Yo…

Crystal: Yo--*gasps* (she grabs Shane by the shoulder, holding her back.)

Shane: (She notices the body, under her pashmina, spirit hood, and glasses) Ohwhatthefuck. (she takes a few steps back)

Crystal: Don't move.

Serra: Yeah, fuck that. Fuck this. (she wraps the pashmina tightly around her face) [muffled] Fuck this.

Crystal: ...Ami, we should get out of here.

Miami: We should help him.

Crystal: He may be beyond help, honey.

Shane: He's fucking dead. Whatthefuck.

Cystal: ...Is he dead?

Miami: (she looks at him closely, there are no signs of life. she checks for breathing with her hand.) ...I don't know. (she checks again, leaning in closer. she grabs his wrist to check a pulse)

Shane: Don't touch it!

Miami: Shut up, I'm trying to get a pulse (beat) ...he's super cold.

Shane: He's super dead!

Miam: No, no...I don't think so. Crystal, come here--help me turn him over.

Crystal: Are you sure? What if he--wakes up and tries to--??

Miami: (urgently) What if it was you?

Crystal fishes for a flashlight and switchblade in her fanny pack, places the flashlight in her mouth and positioning the knife under her kandi cuffs. She cautiously inches forward.

Crystal: Shane, try to get some cell service so we can call for help.

Crystal: Do you feel anything?

Miami: ...Give me your mirror.

Crystal: Dude, is this…?

Miami: Your mirror.

(she holds the mirror under his nose--a subtle cloud of fog appears; he is, in fact, alive.)

Crystal: Oh, my God.

Miami: He's breathing. Shane!

Crystal: ...This is Sensai Samurai.

Miami: (trying to convince herself) It probably just looks like him….

Crystal: I just took one-hundred close-up photos, dude--like, less than an hour ago--

Miami: Shhhhh! (she frantically begins to check his pockets) He's gotta have a wallet.

Crystal: What, you were going to save him--now you wanna roll him?

Miami: An ID. He's got to have an ID. (she frantically searches him) Hey Shane!

Crystal: Holy fuck. Look.

(she gestures the wrist band and bracelet.)

Miami: ...Artist's wristband. Fuck. It is him.

Crystal:

Girl:(looking over, concerned) ...Is your friend okay?

[He is clearly not. Serra slides her finger up his nose to adjust his glasses, eyeing the girl suspiciously.]

Crystal: [flatly] Yes.

[INT. KITCHEN. DAY.]

-...He's so...domestic.

Crystal -You'd think he'd carry a better tune.

Miami- Cause you'd be belting melodies after waking up out of a drug-induced coma?

Crystal- No--I guess I'd open a bake shop in some random girls' kitchen.

Miami: Donnie?

Donnie: Hmm, yes?

Miami: We...we have some news for you.

Donnie: Oooh! Is it celebrity news?

Miami:...sort of.

Donnie: I hope it's juicy gossip.

Crystal: Believe me--it'll be the talk of the town.

Donnie: This town?

Crystal: Any town.

[ She refills her wine glass first, then prepares two more, never breaking eye contact with donnie; His lighthearted excitement turns to slight confusion, as he furrows his brows,]

Miami: (sighs, taking his hand) Here, lets sit down.

Donnie: But, the macaroons--

Serra-What? That's what you're making?

[Donnie nods.]

Serra-...(to the side) maybe we should let him finish the macaroons, first...what if this like, fucks him all up.

Miami: No, it's time. I feel like we've already waited too long.

Serra-...I feel like he makes really good macaroons.

Miami: Yeah? Like grammy-award-winning macaroons?

-If by ‘Grammy', you mean my Grandmother would approve…

Miami: Your grandmother died of complications from diabetes.

Serra-...and you think macaroons had absolutely nothing to do with that?

Donnie: Before noon?

Crystal- Oh, so you know that rule?

Donnie: I know some things.

Under The Mask —A superstar DJ and his best friend embark on a series of festivals under cover as non-celebrity citizens to first-handedly experience the other side of his world.

Deathwish—A series about a woman who makes a death wish—but the stakes are raised wen all her wildest dreams come true, and death lurks just around the corner at every turn.

((M3))- A collection of silent films, by SupaCree Enter: World of Music

Ascension- Set in a parallel universe, Father TIme and Mother Nature are reconnected on Earth, as the dawn of a new-era arises at the peak of mankind's evolutionary journey.

Costumes: Modern-Futuristic

‘Thieo' makes his final wish (for his truest and ever lasting love) to his appointed Acceded Sorcerer; but there are trials he must endure and obstacles to be met before his wish come true—

“I'm sorry, but it's out of my control.”

“NOTHING Is out of your control."

"--Except for you."

She scorns him, and turns away swiftly, as her cape sweeps across the floor, as it flutters and whips behind her

“I'm sorry, but it's out of my control.”

“NOTHING Is out of your control."

"--Except for you."

‘ACENSION'

Ascension- Set in a parallel universe, Father TIme and Mother Nature are reconnected on Earth, as the dawn of a new-era arises at the peak of mankind's evolutionary journey.

CHARACTERS

Thïeo {Petrutheïo} Godform Spiritclad Cross-Bodied sorcerer; Humanborn earthbound in his most recent incarnation to rule in the new age…(t b c)

Supporting:

Kï'yara—Fireborn, Earthbound

Rai'ayn—Loveborn, Multi-Dimentional

Onyyxx—Rooted, Tri-Dimentiinal

The elements:

Love

Matter

Earth

-Of Ground

-Of Water

-Of Fire

-Of Air

...there are more but I'm tired right now.

The realms:

Now

Then (points in the past to which time bending bodies may access)

The past (inaccessible points on past timelines to those in human form or bound to earth, besides Godform; even so, the process is strenuous and dangerous.

Love

Light therapy

Frequencies

Vibrationally energizing

Body waves are

Paralyzing

Lines of

Broken harmonies

Inside of me.

Crying on the clock;

Rocking back and forth

Stocking full of coal

Greetings from the North Pole

If Santa Clause is real

Maybe we can make a deal;

If my heart is made of steel

You can't steal it—I can feel it

Winter is here

The world is money hungry

(So am I)

The world is simply starving

(So am I)

The world is so alarming

(So am I)

The world is just evolving.

(So I am.)

Cause I've been going crazy

Stuck inside myself

And I've been feeling lazy

Just beside myself

And I've been thinking lately

That just maybe, someday maybe

I'll be

It's all connected—

The reason we disconnect

Is we're neglected

I wonder what you'd expect

You can't express it

Just repress it.

Repression syndrome—

Came up too fast;

Compression syndrome

Suck it in

Suck it up,

You stupid fuck

Dive deeper

Ū (EP)

1. Thank U

2. I'm Sorry

3. I Love U

4. I miss U

I like your vibe

Come join my squad

Curiosity killed the cat

Carbohydrates killed the queen

Don't cry

“I'll try...”

50 Shades of Blue

Don't pick up the phone

And here you are:

8 years later,

With a baby on your back and—

Bills to pay

You have to decide

(What the fuck)

what the world is all

about today.

Don't want to be Cree

For a really long time

I just need

I just need a whole mind

I was me the whole time

I never left

And yet

There I was—looking at myself from above,

All the love in the world;

Just a lonely little girl

Trapped in her

Head

Never got out of bed, that day:

But I went away somewhere,

And there I was—looking at myself from above,

All the love in the world,

Just a lonely little girl

Trapped in her

Head

And I said

“why are you waking me up?”

But I wasn't asleep—

I just wanted to fuck

And sometimes, it's too much

Too much is, never enough

I've never been in love (with me)

But I've always been in love (with you)

And if you had seen it

It wouldn't have been the death of me.

Deeper I'll go:

Deeper to find

How I crossed white lines

To become

Colorblind

How did you find me, here

My deer?

How did you know

Where to go?

How did you know, I would

Follow you there,

Once you finally showed me the road?

I've seen both the frog, and the toad;

You've already left me exposed,

And I'm frozen in time

Just to find

Paradise—

I tried.

But love is a blind bat,

Diving into a vat of

Darkness;

a hat is only a hat,

If only there was more—

And there is.

There always is more—

You just have to live more,

And once you've been through the cycles, you could be

Recycled.

Ruined.

Rebuilt.

Guilt is only ever,

Created after pleasure...

With immense imploding pressure

- [ ] You were born

EP-GA

[2K19]

Mother Earth and

Father Time are

Making love right

By the fire

You are motion—

I am sickness

I am goddess;

Be my witness.

And I'll probably run for President—

Just like I tend to run from everything; not because I want to do it, but because I have to...

And just as I run from everything,

I run to everything—

As is the vicious cycle of life, unrepeated.

There is no cure

When your spirit is broken

There is no cure—when you suffer in silence

There is no cure—

When you've seen all the violence

It's only you.

Breadcrumbs—

I'm not dumb,

I'm just muted.

The dragon I'm chasing is me,

And I just...

Set the world on fire—

I just—need to—

I just—adjust.

Translucent and transparent

I am the thing that happens when you

Parent your own parents.

And I just

I been waking up randomly,

Panicking—

Wishing I was dancing

In the moonlight

I'm vanishing without a trace

And maybe I just hate this place,

Maybe I'm just displaced

I hate this

I been waking up randomly

Filling the void

Avoiding my eyes in reflections

I fell in love at a festival

She came to dance, she was solo oh-oh

...took my hand, sack let's go- oh—oh-oh

She didn't care

I'm a tax write-off

I'm a meal ticket

I'm a grasshopper;

Or maybe, a cricket—

Ricochet rabbit

Why am I like this?

“Why do you fight this?”

I was not invited

to mingle

This ‘tingle' I get is more than

A threat—I regretted,

The moments I never forget

The secrets you keep

The stories you never will tell—

This is hell, you're not dreaming

It's only a nightmare.

Too much to think about

So I don't

Dissociative,

I associate everything

Within—without

I reflect everything

I've been about,

Stuck beside myself

I am just a clone,

A lone shadow of my

Own

All alone, and—

I never planned to leave this planet

But I have.

You're out of my league

Out of my league

Why can't you see that

It's so hard to be

Paying the price for this

Quarter-life crisis

I don't mean to write this

So bad, but

I can't trust myself anymore

I can't trust this world anymore

Life is just

Too complicated

I'm jaded—I'm faded out

Phased out, going about in this

Town like I'm drowning in

Insecurity

Or rather, a diamond in the rough

I've got enough stuff

I just need love.

You're out of my league

I can see that

I can't be that, thing

What you want is perfection

I just like who you are and thats—

Never enough.

I have nothing but love to give, love

So forgive this:

I didn't think I'd live this long

But I was wrong

And it was longer than I thought

Ago

Life is just

Too complicated

I'm jaded—I'm faded out

Phased out, going about in this

Town like I'm drowning in

Insecurity

Do you wanna know what it's like to be lonely like me

I can tell you better than show you

Once I get to know you good luck

AMNESIA NOTES

Miami Wade

Crystal Brooks

Donder (Donny) “we'll just call you Donny”

“Why?”

Uhhh...Because...we found you in the woods.

“What?”

“You know, like—the wild thornberrys”

“Sounds tasty”

“Uhhh—wasn't Donny found in the Jungle”

“Uhhh—isn't the jungle just a denser version of the woods?”

“I guess. It's like an earth-remix”

“What's a remix?”

Miami wells up—Crystal jumps up excitedly

“Awwwwri

And I've been stuck on Abbot Kinney,

Thinking about Will Rodgers and

Thinking that I'm a dodgers fan—

But I'm not,

I just like crowds.

And LA makes me proud

Of everything I need to be:

And if the world were watching me

She'd think she was herself.

I was never sleeping, I'm just here

And I was never reading, I just

Put the bookmark where I left off...

I could drift off into,

The taste of ink

And as it dries in my palm—

I know it won't take long until I'm

Drifting back into—sifting back into

Space—grains of sand.

You'll know when you've reached the promised land.

Hello, Good Friend:

‘It's time to fall in love...with yourself.'

The world has the most to learn from its elders and it's youth—fever disrespect the sometimes even subtle wisdom of a child or your elders.

A1 (Lost in the Sauce)

Break beats

Ruffneck Bass:

That's what I like in my face

Drop that shit, don't make me wait

Make me dance off all this waste

I like chocolate, give me cake

Wednesday mornin' wake-n-bake

Star Jones—Oprah—Ricky lake

Which is real and which is fake?

Pick the right one, no mistake

River—ocean—crater lake

“White girl: can I touch your hair? Is it fake??”

Out of order—

Order steak.

[ Sample: The Epic Trip]

[interlude- two friends at a festival//a phone call]

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I can't hear you!”

“Hello?”

“BRO. Where are you?”

“I'm by the—WAIT—hello?!”

“WHAT? ”

“HELLO?”

[the call drops]

“Yo. Where the fuck is she?”

“I don't know man, probably lost in the sauce...”

Sample Lost In The jungle//Kendrick Boo Boo

Friends that say that they “gotchu” and then don't

Ain't your friends—

they're enemies

Keep them close

Nobody gives a fuck about you—

Except you—

Remember that.

And if you can't remember

Make a habit of forgetting

Cause you're just another

member of society

With social anxiety

Your sense of propriety

Probably shouldn't be

Anything

I'd give anything

Just to take back all my fucks

Put them in a bucket,

Throw it over my shoulder

And wish the world

“Good fucking luck”

I'm so done with it

This is the last chance you get

So have fun with it

There's no pleasure, no smiles—

No love in it

I'm just driving for miles

Above the shit

Transitions- Silent Film/EP

Kandi moves to a new city from far, far away—and finds herself lost trying to find her own vibe. ❤️

1. The Bus Song

2. Pretty Girls (SupaCreeMixx)

3. DOD (Phoenixx remix)

“Holy infected fuck!” [thats my vibe right now]

North Star

After an EMP attack, an unlikely leader becomes a guide to a group of survivors to find the way northward to Alaska.

Festival Trip

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts

Chava Hoffs

Sala Emillio

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus)

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with.

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Excerpt- Festival Trip I

As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically

Sala: Dat ass tho!

Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention.

Man: Daaaaaamn.

3.31.19

—Later—

Man: Daaaaamn.

He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink.

4.1.2019

Man: (under his breath) Daaamn...

Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here

Man: But—

Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot.

Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn!

Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it—

Man: *women*

Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat.

Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura...

Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here

Man: No, like—

Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..?

His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along.

Man: Damn.

He feels like he knows her.

Cut back to:

CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene

ACT 1: Wedding Bashers

Here we meet Chava Hoffs and Sala Emillio; Two life-long long-distance best friends who love eachother--for the most part--for better or worse.

ACT 2: Sunny California

Excerpt- Festival Trip I

As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically

Sala: Dat ass tho!

Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention.

Man: Daaaaaamn.

3.31.19

—Later—

Man: Daaaaamn.

He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink.

4.1.2019

Man: (under his breath) Daaamn...

Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here

Man: But—

Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot.

Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn!

Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it—

Man: *women*

Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat.

Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura...

Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here

Man: No, like—

Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..?

His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along.

Man: Damn.

He feels like he knows her.

Cut back to:

CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Chava, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”)

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, super-quirky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a “praise-Jesus” or interject with “halleluiah”

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance A light-skinned, freckled and green-eyed debutant whose “gingerness is contradictory to her blackness”

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

D*ck jokes

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Festival Trip Tagline: Two Friends. Two Weeks. Two Festivals—One World.

The Epic Trip Tagline: Girl, Meet World.

Festival Trip

List of Fictional DJ's/Character List by Name/Concept

Favorites:

Jeff. (Excision)

Ne(r)d (Dillon Frances) [pronounced NED]

-Ned Talks (which is I guess an alternate version of Hanzel; Jesus Christ)

Shluggy (Snails)

Acid Blaster/LSDemon (LSDream) / BlackOut! (Brillz)

UNH. (Rusko)

Devil's Lettuce (Ganja White Night)

Kalvin Kaine (Carl Cox)

Tommy Trombone (Timmy Trumpet)

NOmyGOD (Sullivan King)

Ms. Stakes (Rezz)

Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland)

Sun(dot)Moon (Skrillex)

CorpseRat (Deadmau5)

Asian Jesus (Steve Aoki)

Morty McFlyy (Martin Garrix)

Voltage (Carnage)

Abracadabra! (Tiesto)

CoolWhip (Whipped Cream)

“, said This Guy. (Said The Sky)

Tears4Years (illenium)

-grinlge

-scratch n sniff

-feneglers

-HOWDAREYOU

-coldsauce

-benadryl4breakfast

-That Guy.

-My Name's Not...

-Control + Alt + Delete

-Maybe Later

-LSDemon

-STOP.

-There! Right There.

-Violent Pineapple

-Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch

-SoloHomo

-5tet

-BorGeoIs

-TheNorthHole

-Read

-Unread

-Poo

-Best Case Scenario

-Worst Case Scenario

- I Dunno, Harry

- Gosh

- Toby

- The Why

- Shoemantics

- Name Me King

- The Artist Formerly Known As Prints

- Crispy Feet

- ¿

- Confucius Say

- Ne(r)d. (Dillon Francis)

-Jeff (Excision)

-Jeffest

-Space Canyon

-Jeff's Wonderdome

-Neckbrace for Nancy

-TrashRat

-Below&Beneath (Above and Beyond)

-Leggolas (Armin Van Buren)

-Tommy Trombone

-Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland)

-Ms. Stakes (Rezz)

-High Stakes

-BoiToy

-DrippTipp

festival names:

F*ckFest

GetF*cked

GoF*ckYourself (GFY)

IsReal

¡Dizzaster!

FlopTop

Todayland

Yesterworld

Shalaham

Epic Music Festival

Ultimate Music Festival

Atomic Jungle

Never-Everland

UNH.

Conch Shella

Stank.

Drop The Ball

Hot Summer

Life is Decent

Underground Railroad

Fuck Fest

-Get Fucked

-GFY

Garden of Eden

Festival Trip excerpt

C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster.

S- acid blaster?

c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster?

S- ♀️ nope

C- fucking lit.

S-do you have to be on acid?

C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable.

S- Hm.

C- have you seen—

(They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous)

Within the silence of solace and solitude, the Goddess awakens; as she rises from within her chamber, a blackened curse is broken—a new day is born, to let light live.

Love reigns.

It's hard to see yourself

When you become a different body

All the eyes that look upon you

Are so haunting

And something miraculous has happened.

Because this is is hell

I can't wait to leave it and I won't take it from myself again—

But sometimes wish that another would

So that the weight of the world would let go my soul

At 11:44,

A revelation—

If only patiently I wait,

The cause and purpose of life

Will spring upon me;

As I am here again,

In the place of which

The seeds of my dreams were planted and can now become trees;

Not weeping willows but infinite redwood evergreens.

Wanting is not needing

As God Is, I am.

And one day, this will all be a dream—and when you wake up to the light, you will forget yourself again.

The longest ego death that ever was,

“Never was.”

But we're all culture vultures...

Aren't we?

There's some kind of madness

In the outside world

A shade of red begins to drift into the music of my

Contagiousness of carelessness

Hygiene is an option but

The sickness of the nation

Making victims out of men is

Wondrous

Peering at tops of pyramids

Knowing that you built them

And the “God” that you're addressing is the inside of your soul

Wholesomeness is fleeting

People only want attention and

They'll take away your goodness

If you let them take your time.

What of the world's inside our minds

What of the worlds we've created

This is a universe all of your own

Once you find your own center, you've made it.

In a perfect world, we heal the sadness

In another time, we all unite

In another lifetime everyone is happy dancing

In a perfect world, we see the light

I sit upon a porcelain throne,

Body broken

And as silence fell about

In the sunken chaotic jungle of treasured beauty,

I awaited an answer to a question I never asked, but was told to wait for in a silent other language.

I don't need to make wishes—

They all come true;

But when I do,

I wish for you.

All my friends were with me that day

The reason I fast and I pray

Let's remember the love

Always take that with you,

The heavens will forgive you,

Imperfections are only what make you a human.

I see everything I need to see,

End up everywhere I need to be

Right on time

Not always, but pretty much always

All my days wasted playing games,

All the same

All my days wasted on fame?

All the same

One day I'll be famous

(And that's what she asked for)

One day I'll be famous

(“Be careful what you wish for”)

I told the child inside of me,

Don't cry

(No worries)

I'm sorry

(No sorries)

For everything that I want, will come; And everything that I am—

Will be.

We're all not okay—okay?

You reading me?

I am.

Reading you—

Reading me—

Reading you.

Oh—you too?

You two.

No, you two.

Who?

Not the owl again—

You should have gone to bed with your friends,

This is the end again.

Let's keep keeping secrets

We're all not okay—okay?

You reading me?

I am.

Reading you—

Reading me—

Reading you.

Oh—you too?

You two.

No, you two.

Who?

Not the owl again—

You should have gone to bed with your friends,

This is the end again.

Let's keep keeping secrets

“I'll never repeat this.”

I never said that.

“I'll never repeat this.”

I never said that.

And then she said, “how bad will it it be” “not bad,” said I “we have the key.”

‘And now I lay me down to sleep...

I pray the lord my soul to keep—

If I should die before I wake;

I pray the lord,

My soul to take.'

“I work in the morning”, said I

“Dumb girl”, said she—and then we laughed together, because we are as one.

If only I were free to be I, alone, forgotten and at simple, eloquent peace;

Tikun Olam

For I could not fathom to end my fast, before drifting into and wandering past realms unknown to the sleeping and dead—

Who walk amongst life as though living wholly,

Mouths agape and eyes amasked, absorbed in the world of phone.

Blindfolds hiding a hateful and bloodshot third eye—

I awake to the sound of a city to which I am anchored in spirit;

Something awaits at the boardwalk, however, the writer's mind is readily waiting to work,

Greedily consuming what little, precious time is left

Of the freedom that lies in the true joy of temporary, blissful and,

wishfully permanent joblessness.

323-590-5223

That was me.

The original SupaCree

Beachlife OG.

Rocket power

I got the power

To see.

Money is power;

But music is more—

It vibrates the center

Awakens the core

I got debt up to my eyeballs

But my eye's wide open

I got debt up to my eyeballs

But my eye's wide open (open)

Open (x8)

Follow your signs

Follow the sun

Follow your heart

Follow the one true

Love yourself

Bought my mamas pontiac

Wish it was a Cadillac

She ask can she have it back

I said “it don't work like that”

Matter fact,

Dadadada

This is my circle (x8)

We're on the side with the ocean

Catch me if you wanna

Marijuana so sweet in the sea breeze

Nice green palm trees

Dragon hawks

No don't look now

It's a trap it's a trap

No don't speak

They'll attack

Wait right here—

imma be right back

I was right on time

Now I'm right on track

Kill the noise, Dill Francis remix>>Baba O Reily

Gold (Adventure Club)>>Gold (Stupid Love), excision

Wait, Adventure Club>>Rock and Roll will take you to the mountain

Summit (Sun In My Eyes Mix)

[111]

Never give up

Never say—

“Die, die, die!!”

You're never alone;

There's no place like home.

Mama didn't raise no bitch

Mama didn't raise no snitch

Glitch—Twitch—Switch

[Sample Sabrina The teenaged witch]

Never Knew--Acoustic Cover

Blue Da Ba Di--SupaCreeMixx

Davies-Davis

Jon-John-Jon

Christian-Christian

Ted-Dave

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who'd expect, things change (x4)

Sunny-Sonny

Can you see me?

Can you hear me?

That's strange

Loser-loser

Crazy-Crazy

Have you seen

‘loose change'? (X8)

Whose strange?

[Danger]

‘...strange days, have found us...'

Doors-Doors

Whores-Bore

Chores-Chores

“More! More!”

...*break* [mic drop fx]

“I chimed in with a—“

“What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck”

‘Navigator Truck—‘

[wiley coyote music]

‘They're after me lucky charms!'

‘This is a call to arms' (arms- echo)

Beyoncé- “Ring the Alarm”

‘Charmed, I'm sure...'

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Energi I

[Clapping]

Spoken: Hey!

I don't need… that energy.

(Toxic) –Shhhh.

Beating me up

Beating me up.

Man… (echo, x6)

Bad energi.

Manic—

Energi.

Panic— (echo, x6)

Energy.

Planet—

Energi…

No Sympathy?

BadEnergi

Remember me?

Das Energi—

Memories… (echo x6)

Before—Da SupaCree

Energi

Jesus Christ—

He just takes what he likes

I was makin it nice…

And clean again—

Are we even , then?

Cause I'm leavin' him—

On repeat again

Had my heart and my…

Had my heart and you

Broke it

Had my heart and my…

Had my heart and you

Spoke it

Said I would keep it

Open

……………

Here's hopin'.

3nergi II

Stop givin' me—

Toxic energi.

Energi (x3)

Energi. (x3)

Don't put the devil into me—

That's my—

Enemy.

Knope

[Sample: The word “No/Nope x1000]

Nope

Get ‘Em

Manic listening to Vanic

Pressin' the panic button

I'm not confusin nothin'—

I think I'm onto something

Greaaat—like Tony—

(The Tiger, not the liar.) [Sample Tony Soprano]

Would like a pair of pliers…to cut these things off.

Spoken “She seems off”

I know it, took my rings off

Lets. Box. Foxy.

“I think you just lost me…”

I lost you at “hello”

[Sample: Scooby Doo, Daphne: “My Glasses!']

…and I cannot see without my glasses

And I can Nazi…

[Sample: Hitler]

Oops, you caught me

OOPS, 4/20.

That's 3…

Oops.

THC for anxiety—

Cause rules do not apply to me;

Lied on the application,

Don't need no medication

I needed meditation

Watching precipitation

No more participation

I'm insane (echo: sane)

They lockin me up instead

Lockin me up in my head;

Seeing red, feeling dead when I…

Smell my pillow, smell my bed…

“That's what she said.”

Put my shoes to the ground

Cause you kjnee I worked too hard…

Found every, sound and I—

Followed it (Echo x 3)

Felt that too hard and I—

Swallowed it (Echo x3)

Spoken: ‘Wait till tomorrow, bitch.”

….think I might be a witch, which—

Is my “synthesis”…that I could sense this shit comin'…

{Sample: TV announcer—“…and, comin' up—”]

No worries, I'm comin up—

Late cause I got too much on,

My plate and…

“Your place is great!”

But.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

Oh what, like I'd actually—huh?

…

Oh What's like I'd actually—what?

Oh, what—

Like I'd actually….

[FUCK.]

[Sample: Kelly, Shoes—“fuck you!”]

I'm hungry honey gimme money

Sample: “people people, please please” raven

People pleaser

People, please

Believe me: this is just a teaser

I am sitting in your freezer

I'm the salmon—always eager

To go back up stream to spawn

And I'm just going on and on

Because I'm really on the run

Raven run

Having visions

Therapeutic—

That's the music

I see future and I choose it

If you cheat it, then you lose it

Fisher—wisher—I'm the swisher

In your purse; I saw it first

I saw the earth turn shades of blue

When I was me

When I was U.

I used to have the power, too.

Now this is just what I can do.

I don't know what I'm really searching for—

But I think I want mooree...and that's the answer, that's the key.

Somethings not right; it might just be me. My whole life of hurting, the world's hurting me. I can't seem to escape this new catastrophe; somethings calling me

Got me stress eating

In-n-out of meetings all day

In-n-out sounds okay

“No, you're out.”

Sounds okay

Okay—

Are you ok?

Not like Annie—

I mean, you can be—

But that's not really my thing;

Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ring

I don't fuck with that

And you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?

Nah, I'm over that

Put me on the guillotine—

Read between the lines

I was fuckin doing everything

Fuckin doing fine

I was on my grind—

Didn't have the time for no

Explaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublime

I hate the lime-light

Pay attention to me harder and

I just might

Lose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—

I miss the shit I came up on,

I admit:

I miss the days where I had fun and

P.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a test

Don't need to study the material

Is really all here—just pay attention

Attention deficit disorder;

My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:

You feelin me?

Davies-Davis

Jon-John-Jon

Christian-Christian

Ted-Dave

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who'd expect, things change (x4)

Sunny-Sonny

Can you see me?

Can you hear me?

That's strange

Loser-loser

Crazy-Crazy

Have you seen

‘loose change'? (X8)

Whose strange?

[Danger]

‘...strange days, have found us...'

Doors-Doors

Whores-Bore

Chores-Chores

“More! More!”

...*break* [mic drop fx]

“I chimed in with a—“

“What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck”

‘Navigator Truck—‘

[wiley coyote music]

‘They're after me lucky charms!'

‘This is a call to arms' (arms- echo)

Beyoncé- “Ring the Alarm”

‘Charmed, I'm sure...'

Sample: B2M

Poison!

Poison from the inside out—

Outside-in

Poison

Within you

Boom

Imma vengaboy

I zoom past the other boys

I don't need the bad things

spoken “actually, I don't need anything from you.”

Sent back in time

In your mind

Joy, I think about you

I don't like to think about you

I do not believe in your

Spirit

“Just have fun.”

No, I'm meant to be an artist

But I used to be the smartest...

I woke up in our world

I know I can read a map,

But

Trains trains trains

They all go in two directions and I

Might

Get

Lost (x3)

The sound of the 88

(Use Lamarus)

Bongo drum, pan flute

Wind rustling through the breeze

Whispered: I believe in you

*drop sounds, silence*

Birds singing

Sample: Spice girl (echo) so siiick

Energi I

[Clapping]

Spoken: Hey!

I don't need… that energy.

(Toxic) –Shhhh.

Beating me up

Beating me up.

Man… (echo, x6)

Bad energi.

Manic—

Energi.

Panic— (echo, x6)

Energy.

Planet—

Energi…

No Sympathy?

BadEnergi

Remember me?

Das Energi—

Memories… (echo x6)

Before—Da SupaCree

Energi

Jesus Christ—

He just takes what he likes

I wi was makin it nice…

And clean again—

Are we even , then?

Cause I'm leavin' him—

On repeat again

Had my heart and my…

Had my heart and you

Broke it

Had my heart and my…

Had my heart and you

Spoke it

Said I would keep it

Open

……………

Here's hopin'.

3nergi II

Stop givin' me—

Toxic energi.

Energi (x3)

Energi. (x3)

Don't put the devil into me—

That's my—

Enemy.

Knope

[Sample: The word “No/Nope x1000]

Nope

Get ‘Em

Manic listening to Vanic

Pressin' the panic button

I'm not confusin nothin'—

I think I'm onto something

Greaaat—like Tony—

(The Tiger, not the liar.) [Sample Tony Soprano]

Would like a pair of pliers…to cut these things off.

Spoken “She seems off”

I know it, took my rings off

Lets. Box. Foxy.

“I think you just lost me…”

I lost you at “hello”

[Sample: Scooby Doo, Daphne: “My Glasses!']

…and I cannot see without my glasses

And I can Nazi…

[Sample: Hitler]

Oops, you caught me

OOPS, 4/20.

That's 3…

Oops.

THC for anxiety—

Cause rules do not apply to me;

Lied on the application,

Don't need no medication

I needed meditation

Watching precipitation

No more participation

I'm insane (echo: sane)

They lockin me up instead

Lockin me up in my head;

Seeing red, feeling dead when I…

Smell my pillow, smell my bed…

“That's what she said.”

Put my shoes to the ground

Cause you kjnee I worked too hard…

Found every, sound and I—

Followed it (Echo x 3)

Felt that too hard and I—

Swallowed it (Echo x3)

Spoken: ‘Wait till tomorrow, bitch.”

….think I might be a witch, which—

Is my “synthesis”…that I could sense this shit comin'…

{Sample: TV announcer—“…and, comin' up—”]

No worries, I'm comin up—

Late cause I got too much on,

My plate and…

“Your place is great!”

But.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

Oh what, like I'd actually—huh?

…

Oh What's like I'd actually—what?

Oh, what—

Like I'd actually….

[FUCK.]

[Sample: Kelly, Shoes—“fuck you!”]

SOUNDS

[Police Say] *Whoop-Whoop!*

[Ravers Say] *Whoop-Whoop!*

[Roadrunner Say] *Meep-meep*

Honk/Beep

Doors opening/shutting

Car doors unlocking/opening/shutting

Jail Doors *buzzer/lockdown lock*

Cigarette being lit

Lighter flicks

Bong Rips

Tips/Change dropping/Money being counted

Clipping Hair

Bubbles

Gravel—walking, running, tires

Raindrops falling; Tin Roof, ground (dirt, pavement, gravel), Rain storms (Temparate Rainforest, Jungle Rainforest, Desert Storms)

Motor purring

Dryer running

Joggers

Electric scooters/Segways

Bass; Wobbeles, Wubs, Rumbles

Heartbeats; Fetal heartbeats, elevated heartbeats, palpitations

Water Rushing; Oceans, Rivers, lakes, resovoirs, rain gutters, pond sounds, swamp sounds

Triangle, Wood block, Xylophone

Flutes—Traditional native, aboriginal, classical

Clacking Fans

Whistles

iPhone Sounds

Airplanes

Mickey Mouse Clubhousde

Bird Sounds—Sparrows, Hawks, Eagles, Robins, Ravens, Crows—Ducks, Geese (Hissing)

Moose Bellow

Car Alarms

Grinding

Squeaking/Creaking (Door Hinges, Floorboards)

Garage Doors

Vomiting

Soda Cans

Water Bottles Being Crushed

Fish Jumping Upstream

Cold Wind (whistling, howling)

Tent Sounds

Scarlet Johansen

Laughter; Joyful, hysterical,playful—taunting, nervous, fake

Construction/Building Equipment—Chainsaws, Jackhammers

Tapping Rings Jan & Andy)

Spoons of glass

Ice Sounds; Breaking, pouring(on ground, into glass/jug)

Scrubbing

Tapping Steel

Pens Clicking

Ignitions (Crs, Rockets)

Idle EnglinesRadio Rounds

Squeaky Toys

Bottle Caps (Plastic + Glass)

Can Crushing

Soda Streat

“Aw”

SAMPLES/QUOTES

Spongebob Squarepants; ‘Ay ay, Captain!'

The Shield; “Anything But A Subaru…”

Bearr's Voice

“What the fuck, Matt Damon!” (Me, watching interstellar)

Rick And Morty; “haha, my sister died in the spaghetti”. “…I wanna eat ice cream… (monologue)”, Fart Episode, “Aww Geez”, Pickle Rick Episode

Annie's Voice; “Hey Dude”

Yoda Quotes

I love lucy “Vitavitavegimin”

Shrek; “And in the mornin', I'm makin' waffles!'

Nurse Jackie

Sons of Anarchy; Damon King, Gemma Teller

Married…With Children

Back To The Future

21 Jumpstreet

All That

The Amanda Show

Rugrats

In The Heights

Legally Blonde

RENT

Hairspray

The Last 5 Years

Tlingit Songs/Pow-Wows

African Music/Cultural Songs

Mormon Tabernacle Choir

“Put an Egg On it” (me, quoting bass canyon signage)

Pokemon; “Pikachu, I choose you!”

OLDSTEP

Sun King/Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles, Love) –(SupaCreemix)

I Got You Babe (Sonny & Cher) [SupaCreeMix]

Love Shack [SupaCreeMix]

Los Paranoias (SupaCreeMix)

The Psycho's Path

Lucky charms,

Code of arms

Car alarms, and Hershey's bars;

Hershey's kisses, not your missus

But I'll miss this…

Bliss.

Kiss me underneath the stars,

I'm floating on my way to mars

I'm counting all the passing cars

(1, 2, 6—8)

What did you hallucinate?

Disintegrate me.

Imitate me.

People

[Sample: That's So Raven; “People-people, please, please!!!”

Work

Sensory Overload

FuckIt

Recycled

Culture Shock [Sample: My Generation, The Who]

Back Up [Sample classic]

If I Was A Boy (Beyonce) [Dupstep Remix, SupaCreeMix]

Before He Cheats (Carrie Underwood) [SupaCreeMix]

Cosmic Gate. Call To Arms [SupaCreeMix]

Vroom

[Sample: Ignitions—Old Mustang, New Mustang]

This Is my ignition

Don't need no permission

This is my admission:

I was there, you missed it.

Attention

Right—Lets's switch them.

Expert, Attention—

Ascension. (Whispered: Ascension)

Alright—I'm listenin'

Ex (pect) (Echo x8)

Re (spect) (Echo x8)

Givin it back (x8)

It's a wreck.

[Sample] ” In a wreck? Need A Check?”

ALBUMS/EPS

Turn3r Str33t

-South Side

NSC (Not SupaCree)

M13P (MI Audition Tape)

The Gorge [Part I/Part II (“Ous”)]

Unsteady- X Ambassadors, remix

[more heartbeat]

Everybody got preferences,

Don't need to be checking my references

You say that I'm hella exotic

I say that your energy's toxic

Bad mind be robotic

I'm not sick—I'm not shit

It's obvious: you're oblivious

And she's envious of my

(shhhh)

Why?

Acid anxiety

Too much acid inside of me

Yeah I brought a variety

Cause I'm sick of society

And I'm sick of em eyin me

Got sick of em spyin me

Got my eye on the prize homie

I'm single, and not lonely

Heal Everybody [Cover/Mix]

Alive with the glory of love Beatles style cover

People are strange Xylophone cover + video

“OK”

Sample: Smooth Criminal

“(Annie) are you ok?”

Are you ok?

Ok, ok!

Spoken word sample: furry wall, get him to the Greek

My name is...and my name is Skrillex remix/mashup

Got that nesquick

Nice lips

Have her body supa thick

Have her body supa fit

Sick sick outfit

She ain't like them other bitches

Representin single women

Never ask for your opinion—

Psycho

She seem really nice, tho

Never took a bite though

Thinking I just just might tho

I am that girl with the Armani sunglasses

I am that girl who will write notes in her classes

I am that girl who will talk first and ask lastest

I am that girl

*swift* [whispered]

In transitions wearing transitions lenses

Starting to look good

Look mad decent

Went through some shit that was,

Mad recent

I gotta thank my exes tho

They the reason

I'm on some new shit now

It's SupaCree Season

Big brother

Don't bother

Revolving Door

Military Trained

Head Honcho

Repression

Depression

Oppression

Obsession

Sickness

Health

Poorer & Poorer

Cracker Jack Box

Ted/Dave

38 Days/48 Daze

Purple Raïnn

“Just Kill Yourself, Already”

Christ/Not a goddess

NSC

SpongeRob

Queue

I'm done- with you.

I have a queue-of dudes;

Ready for you...and you.

(Oops)

You get better and better with time

Better and better like wine

‘Better and better'—it's fine;

I'm losing my mind.

Eliza Thornberry

Is this over yet?

Shut up, dog.

Is it over yet?

Shut up, hog.

Is it over yet?

Shut up bitch.

Is it over yet?

Shut up snitch.

[repeat]

Trippin' on Shoes

I need shoes...

Like I need you.

Like I need blue,

Like I need glue—

Gone, how about a show?

You didn't think I'd know?

I know.

Don't know where to go,

Don't know who to [show]

It's almost winter.

Thought I was the winner—

Really just a sinner,

It's not winter, I just entered...

Hell.

And I'm trippin on

Shoes

And I'm trippin on

Remix- James brown- this is a man's world

Bob Loblaw

We're all above the law

If we learn to love the law

We're all above the law

If we learn to love the law

We're all above the law

If we love to learn the law

We're all above the law

This is the final flaw

Blah blah blah

Bob Loblaw

Caw-Caw-Caw

Arkansas

I just landed

I just planted

I'm this planet

(Naw-Naw)

That would be the curtain call

That would be the final flaw

Love the law

We all live above the law

What I heard—what I saw—

There is no God.

(HA!)

Just another ghosts

I ain't gonna cry about it

I'm not gonna boast

I'm not gonna cry about it

(Pshhh. Burnt toast)

I ain't gonna lie about it

Almost

Not even gonna try about it

So close

I ain't gonna cry about it

Patience.

I'm not takin medication

“Hola”

You think I'm fakin—

I'm just makin money,

Honey

Fuck a blue eyed snow bunny

It ain't funny

The reason I'm sneezin isn't the season

I'm not pleasin nobody,

Got no reason for nobody

I'm not looking for no-body

No hottie

That's not me

I like variety

But society tells me

They got an eye on me

And my psychiatrist understands

Social anxiety

But he ain't supplying me

With what I need

Cause man's greed says

Money will help you succeed

And that's America

Hell yeah im aware of ya

Hell yeah I be scarin ya

And I don't give a fuck about your code

I'm too old for

Apple pie ala mode

I don't want it

Whatever it is

Get out of my biz, Liz

I miss the Lizzard man—

That's what this is

And that's my business

Be my witness: I don't get this shit

I'll rip this shit into pieces

Can't eat reces

Cause I'm trying to look decent

“Don't repeat this”

I haven't

I'm just planning

My escape

That's fate.

Ello Govnah!

“You already call me ‘The Gov'...” (8)

They already call you The Dove

I already call you “my love”

I'm so tired

Trippin' (Shorts)

Energi -di

Solid.

Waste.

Solid.

Tasty.

Solid—

You can't make me buy this shit;

Living it. (Living it)

Are you believing it yet?

Bet.

(‘Oh—you betcha!')

Wet.

“Threaten me again, see what happens—“

What Happened—eh?

What did you...say?

You know where I stay?

Don't play. I'll kill ya.

A killa—no reallah,

Protecting his Skrilla

A deal breaka yeah-yeah

Bad man he ‘haha'

No laughter

No slaughter

Bitch:

“I am your daughter” (mono)

“androgyny” (deep voice)

Nobody likes Cree:

I thought it might be...

My energy—trying not to look

Thought you were a 10

Thought you could depend on me?

Depends

How it spends

Too much time finding

Blurred lines

Malcom (RIP)

That was a crazy day

In LA

When you went a way

Not your everyday listener—

But I give you praise,

And thanks;

It takes a lot to be a human

All this gloom, and doom and,

Sometimes boomin ain't enough

It's tuff out here, people go it rough

These days,

This kids all up in their business

And when you're in the business—

The world is your witness—-get this

They study your wealth, your fashion, your fitness...

Do you get this equation?

Me either; now either we're too old, retarded, or neither—

Every teacher's a preacher for either

His passion, or her pocket

It's not rocket science,

It's common core—

And it's a horror they have access to

Soft core and gore

From age 3;

Technological catastrophe

Disastardly wasting space

As we race towards a race war—

I'm just trying to rave more

It's hardcore, but it's never boring

I'm ignoring these morons,

They got me snoring in here,

It's pouring in here—

And the Northern Lights don't look right under too much light

Got me gazing in the night

Like I might find my flight

Honestly I'm just looking for anything

But a fight—am I right?

It's Been Ten [Years]

Been on you since way back when

Before Ben 10

More like Rin-tin-tin,

Or the tin man

Take me down that road again

I'll ease down it

Don't doubt it—

Take me home again.

And if it wasn't for you

Woulda lost day 2

I'm so confused and just using

Ü as a tool,

That was my other breaking point

Cause I already boiled over

It was over—I was sober when he was throwing elbows;

Oh you felt those—pulses—

Those were my—impulses—

Speaking, leaking into dreams I wasn't dreaming, you were scheming and it haunts me

How many—I could count 3 of your friends round the bends of my tent,

Can't take a hint, but the bad came and went when the Good vibes—

Those good guys

Reminded me of my world

And in my world...

Everything is like a fairytale

But my fairy tail is caught between my legs—

Like the plague of someone's fingertips had me amazed;

Strange, yes...

What a strange blessing—we're estranged but I remember cutie pie's eyes, cause those were the days—

No “rage”, really, just space-aged waves of sound surrounding us and Bass come through the ground

I found myself there

Ain't no hoodrat

But I'm a hoodrat

Play a good brat

But if you sat me down I

Got the capacity

And tenacity to rap about it

I ain't proud about it

But ain't never doubted it, either

I'm either

Reptilian or Alien

Project 93

Bee. Odd.

And molly

Mahammed Ali

Got me

Dodging

The odd bee

Live Nation

Don't know if I was delirious...

Or if you were serious—

But I'm curious, and have trust issues so...

I gotta know:

Did I blow this whole thing out of proportion?

Of course, then:

Take a pass, have a laugh

It's just added to the list

Of things I'm pissed off about

Mad anxiety

Cause I like skinny

I like light-skinned he's-and-she's

And especially blondes—

Come on, man; if you let me love you, I can—I'd take anybody's hand and show them the promise land,

If they want to see

And honestly, I'm picky

My tastes are confusing and I'm losing hope

Born in the wrong body—I cannot be this black—it's a straight up attack on how much I lack—in culture.

Not a vulture, but not exactly a dove;

I just love peace signs and peace finds you, wherever you let it

I find it with paper-to-pen

Now-and-again,

Then again I find

I have a one-track-mind

Writing in rhymes is fine—

Till you lose respect;

I'm Dr. Suess with a noose around his neck

Living paycheck to paycheck—

I regret to inform you I can't preform in this reformed prison cell.

If this is prison—well, Hell—

Pin me up in a cell so I can tell all my friends

“Hey, I'm just like you!”

“We don't like you—you wear blue.”

“You could too—if you do what you're supposed to.”

And I'm supposed to be somebody with authority, but horribly I think about what whores would be without the men who made them...

HoStep- vogue music + brostep

ShowStep- Broadway/Showtumes+ Dubstep

Sorry sorry,

I worry-worry

No one will love me

Like I love the world.

And I do know you—

But I do owe you an apology...

Technology...is too much for me

Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times.

You know who you are;

You set the bar too high.

Now it's too late

Another obsession—

I'm just a mental case.

Sorry honey. You looked at me funny...

And I fell apart. That was the start

Of another broken heart

MI3P [The Audition Tape]

Album Art: Roadrunner + Wiley Coyote frozen solid under the northern lights, white rabbit coming out of an ice fishing hole.

Acoustically covered EDM

Ease My Mind, Will You?

Was listening to ‘Ease My Mind'

When robin williams died

Cant lie I've thought about it

Like, every time

It's obvious

I didn't want to see the synthesis

But this is it

Can't be stuck with people who express this shit out loud

I'm not proud—that's just kind of how it is

I'm a Loser

Okay—

I never win shit

And I can't spin shit

Brian

Bro.

You're about 100 years old:

And I had that job before you did.

Oh—you pooted?

How rude, dude.

I don't give a fuck what you do, dude

Keep abusing your body—

I'll keep abusing this power

Every hour

I become something new...

And you?

You're dying, man.

Your whole generation can

Suck a fat dick

Fantastic—

Let's agree to disagree

You be you, and I'll be me

It's 50 cents

I'll pay my rent some other way

I only came to work today

To write and play.

Priest

Not suicidal

Fuck an idol

Music is like my bible

I'm liable to read it to you,

Judas.

Trippin'

Album: NSC (Not Supa Cree)

Skit:

Bunny & Hunny are a mirror image of each other, but about 30 years apart in age. They argue briefly in the hallway, Hunny (the younger) stomping away dramatically

Hunny: That fuckin shit's no fair!!

Bunny: Life's not fair, sweetheart—or else none of us would be here.

Donna [Not Supa Cree]

Trippin on shorts—

shorts?

Shorts

They was trippin on shorts

What?

Shorts

...and I was trippin of

Course (x5)

....cause they was trippin on

Shorts.

Smoke & Rain

Purple mountains

Burning fire

Red sun

Lights & lazers

Celebration

Never ending

Have fun

DEBBIE. (I'm 7)

1. I like eggs (the Amanda show)

2. I need shoes (married with children)

3. “I want that!”-baby Cree

Tired

I'm so Tired

I'm so Hungry

I'm so Bloated

I'm so Sorry

I'm so Stupid

Tripp

Trippin (Shorts)

Trippin on Shirts

Trippin on Pants

Trippin on Shoes

“I Love Your Outfit”

Turn3r Str33t

South Side

The Lonely Eskimo Raver (Pixel pro, rave gear,sitting at the entrance of an igloo...Alaska flag, supa cree flag #fucksnow

4 LAW

SPïRIIIT

COCOA

EMP

NoTing

Oh no,

Money no-ting

No diamond ring, no-ting

Not-a-thing

Phone don't ring

Don't mean no-ting

Just denoting

Don't need bling-bling.

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

You a pretty thing

Whatcha mean

Pretty-ting-ting

Ching-Ching-Ching

Not a ting, not a ting

Read iChing

Real book, not a ting

Sing-sing-sing

Not a ting not a ting

Not a ting

The Palladium

It just is what it is.

It is just (is) what it is

What is this

Imma make this shit my biz

Call me Liz call me Liz

I don't need no fuxkin thizz

I don't need you watch me

(//)

I don't need no baby sitter

I just cover face with glitter—biiich—

Cause this is who I is

“Her?”

Easy come, easy go

Easy come (come) easy go

What is this? I don't know

I just wanna see the show

On the bus (bus), I will go

Write and flow

Color code—switch

I don't need that bitch

She a snitch and she do snow

“So?”

(Whoop whoops—Fan Clacks)

Wall-E: Whoa.

You win some, you lose some

You win some you lose some

You win some you lose some—

I'm not drinking booze, hun

You win some you lose some—

You win some, you lose some—

You win some—

Look:

At least it was sunny.

(...///..././.-...///././..)

You win some, you lose some

Trust me, this is fun

You win some, you lose some

Trust me, we're not done

(We're just getting started!)

“Keep your head up.”

(.-././/././.——././.—./)

Easy come, easy go

Where he at?

I don't know.

I just show up to this show

Do my thang

Then go home.

“I like to move it move it—“

¿Quien que cuando donde porque?

Kandi Kidd

I'm a guru

I'm a sage

Every time I turn the page

I'm a different personality

I guess that's just my age

Never made a living wage

Never lived outside a cage

Never get respected and that's

Cause I like to rage

“WHAT?!”

I'm a Kandi kid

Kandi kid

Let's trade

Kandi kid

Let's get faded

Kandi kid

PLURRR

Kandi kid

(Fan clack x2)

Once I went to a show

Didn't see know one one i know

But I knew just where to go

(Front and center, do not enter)

Throwing elbows breaking necks

All the children getting wrecked

PLU but no Respect

(It was almost turning winter)

So I went back to my tent

Shooting stars were heaven sent

Knew I couldn't pay my rent

But I had tickets to event

I went hungry I was lonely

I was tired, I was only

Wearing T-shirt, I'm no phony

“All these catty girls can blow me”

[Clip]

Then I almost fell asleep

And this secret I should keep

Cause I haven't said a peep

(I should probably keep it to myself)

Then I heard a strange sound

I heard footsteps on the ground

Next thing you know I was surrounded

(Shit fucked Up my mental health)

Dancing shadows cutting shapes

Should have filmed it, made a tape

But there was really no escape... what happened next was mental rape (echo)

Spoken (man's voice): Yo, what the fuck is this shit?

Me: What?

Man: This fuck shit—“dancing shadows...?” “Getting raped?”

Me: mental rape

Man: the fuck.

Me: look, okay—this one time—

Man: nobody gives a flying fuck. People want to dance. People want to have fun, this sounds depressing as shit.

Me: ...it was fun and depressing—

Man: cut that shit out, keep it positive.

Sample: (playing on phone) keep it positive, legally blonde

Man: ...are you serious?

...

I'm a Kandi kid

Kandi kid

Let's trade

Kandi kid

Let's get faded

Kandi kid

PLUR

Kandi Kid

Kandi kid

(Fan clack x4)

FOoD iS dRuGs :'(

McDonalds

(Drugs)

Pizza Hut

(DRuGs)

The Colonel

(DRuGs)

It's internal

(DRuGs)

Captain Crunch

(DRuGs)

Wings for brunch

(DRuGs)

Go to sleep

(DRuGs)

Then wake up

(DRuGs)

“The best part of waking up, is—“

(DRuGs)

Uh- America

Uh- they're scared of us

Uh- In god we trust

(DRuGs)

Uh- Currency

Uh- urgency

(One day delivery)

Uh-I pledge allegiance

To the to the to the to the

(DRuGs)

Keep the secret

(Let's go eat)

Keep the secret

(/./)

Keep the secret

“I'm sorry, but you have cancer”

Everybody on this plane wake the fuck up

Intro

Everybody on this [plane] wake the fuck up

Fuck up (1/32)

[Sample: Flight attendant monologue.]

Spoken: You are now entering the multiverse: Welcome to the realm of possibility.

Music video idea

Time-elapse of a stationary trash can—at the end, is a person just staring into the camera.

Cop car light show; whoop woops.

[The Sound of the] 88

...Oh, what's up?

(Now it's weird)

What is that?

Woah.

What?

Who?

Okay.

BRO.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?

BRUH.

‘Oh hey!'

Red lips lie but I wear pink

My shit still stink

But I eat organic

Mom wear mink

But I love this planet

Dance to the moonlight

I go manic

I see red and then I panic

Like— attack attack

You don't have my back, go back

Likeness is what you attract

So finish cleaning up your act

Fake it till you make it

If you're flaky I can't take it

I like dancing when I'm naked

(And I'm by myself, you guessed it)

All my love I can't express

But I keep it in my chest

Shut it off I need some rest

(Testing—(. . .))

I can feel it in my chest

If you ask if I'm the best

I'll say “no” I need a nest egg

I don't drink much but I would keg

I would ask but I would not beg

I can dance—

but I hate my—

(Wait—What was I saying?)

Get back to where you once belong

Granny panties never thongs

You called me ho but you were wrong

My best friend is, but we get a long maybe that's where I went wrong

Why I'm writing all these songs

Same shit, different day

Betrayal never fades away

[Sample: Festival Trip—scene where Chava finds Solomon in bed with Sala]

Got some bags under my eyes,

But I'm feeling fine.

Apparently, I'm on a mission—and the choice wasn't mine

But I've been listening,

Looks like it's the place and the time

To get it right.

Cause I've been listenin

In on this signal they're sendin me

Killin me

And grillin me

About who I'm supposed to be,

So hopefully—I make it,

I'll take it as a compliment from now on, and from now on—I'll put this crown on, and drown on,

In the divinity giving me humanity;

The capacity to be just me.

Who I'm supposed to be,

Is maybe SupaCree—

Eventually, evidently I may be what it takes to be

part of Democracy

And be the change I wish to see

Acurately...eventually, maybe

But for now I'm focusing on me:

The Cree of things.

People are speaking; I'm listening

And everything makes sense so far—just another scar on my heart, and not my arm.

Intention to harm is far from my mind—Self-destruction or re-construction; to which, I am blind.

It feels fake to me—drip dropping hints into a lake to me—playfully playing back the feeds of things The Cloud had sprouted just from seeds?

I just have to accept this is my life,

I'm the ‘crazy ex wife'

With a life that reflects-

My constant struggle and strife—

These bags on my eyes,

Are heavier than

Living this life.

Aight?

<>remember me><‘remember me?'

It's a bird

It's a plane

It's a bird

It's a plane

It's a bird

It's a plane

It's a bird

It's a plane

It's—

Look—/ /

‘Look around you—what do you see (echo)'

Sea

See

><‘easy as life, aida'

Write more

Dance more

Sing more

Do more

<>more

Cree Hotch

Wed, Oct 9, 10:49 AM

to me

50 Shades of Blue

Blue Da Ba Di [SupaCreemix]

‘Bloo-bloo-bloo—‘

Cree Dahavalynn

Spoken:

“...and one day maybe, I'll have the honor of shaking your hand, looking you in the eye and pretending like I never wanted to fuck your brains out.”

Got me stress eating

In-n-out of meetings all day

In-n-out sounds okay

“No, you're out.”

Sounds okay

Okay—

Are you ok?

Not like Annie—

I mean, you can be—

But that's not really my thing;

Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ring

I don't fuck with that

And you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?

Nah, I'm over that

Put me on the guillotine—

Read between the lines

I was fuckin doing everything

Fuckin doing fine

I was on my grind—

Didn't have the time for no

Explaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublime

I hate the lime-light

Pay attention to me harder and

I just might

Lose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—

I miss the shit I came up on,

I admit:

I miss the days where I had fun and

P.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a test

Don't need to study the material

Is really all here—just pay attention

Attention deficit disorder;

My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:

You feelin me?

Insta makes me brain hurt

And waiting makes the game worse

I'm sleeping in the same hearse

I was cursed first, then the sun burst

Fill my cup with coffee

And barely be getting buzzes

I always be missing busses,

I always have trust issues

Just trying to adjust issues

supposed to buy some new shoes

Give me an offer I can't refuse

Give me a bottle I can reuse

Give me a man who cannot abuse

Beating me up and leaving me confused

Yes I still remember last issues

Take me to the Grammys

I wanna meet the family

I'm tryna keep it classy

But the world is pretty trashy

My license is a class C

I'm average as I can be

I want the presidency, so

Somebody educate me

I'm late for my train

Plain Jane, plain insane

Look up, I see a plane

I eat weight and then I gain it

Clarissa, I can't explain it

I wax it and then I wane it

Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch

I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it

I hate bread but then I ate it

I love cheese and so I grate it

I love food and so I plate it

Love DRuGs I love getting faded

But lately the world is jaded

(Sung, nah-nah)

I stay sober—found a four leaf clover

Frozen in October

Alaska getting colder

When they say it's over,

I linger,

Get closer

I need more exposure

Cause I am getting older

This instagram is closure

No selfies and no posers

Close your—mouth please

Lose your spouse please

Because he took your house keys

(Choking sounds, gasping for air)

I need fucking therapy—

A doctor who won't lock me up

A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness

Do you get this?

No. You don't know.

Nobody really understands my self destruction plan

But I don't really ‘need' a man,

Because I wrote

“I am”

And,

“And.”

And—this is my Land

‘This is our world

This is our sand' (box)

Thinking about getting dread

Locks

I don't need headphones I need

Aux—

‘I want to hold your hand'

Awwwwsss—

Walks on the beach

I am a beached whale

I am a teacher

I'm gonna set sail

Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people

So tax free so evil

Evil knieval midevil

I was trippin on shirts

Avoiding them flirts, the worst

Laying me down in a hearse

I never rehearse

Live my whole life in reverse—

I'm Benjamin button

It hurts-hurts

The world is George Lucas's first,

Work

From something to nothin,

It works, church

From First and to Last

Every verse, verse

Somebody come help break this

Curse curse

Demons in my universe—verse

Remember you asked who came first—first

(Two times?)

...it was the egg.

Go break a leg.

I don't have to beg

I'm going to Vegas.

Bitch I'm gonna be famous

Bitch I'm already A-List

Bitch I'm friends with the greatest

Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design

‘Bitch you look fine'

I promise, I'm not

Promises, promises

Thought I forgot

Hacked

Maybe because I'm black

Maybe because they thought I'd attack

Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it

I don't know what to call this shit;

Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime

Bus lines wasting my time

Wrote the bus song on my own vibe

I don't write songs all of the time,

But when I do, I use blue and my

‘Do' frame of miiind.

Gotta find the right sound pack

Gotta get a new backpack

Gotta be myself, that's whack

I can't go back

I can't take that

Can't fake facts: I've been hacked

For no reason, that's stupid

I left right on time

Apple reads minds now,

Google makes plans now

I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain—

Need my phone to get by,

Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home—

Cause I can find north, of course—-

West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can

Walk for miles and miles

It might be awhile to apply my airline miles,

But I got different styles or writing

I'm sick of fighting with myself—

Pull the trigger already

“No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat”

Oh.

Started working on my suicide note,

And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid

Little

Head.

Ū Mad

...why you mad?

Hurt that bad?

Nah man, U not my dad

You not my boss

U just mad

U had me at “tell you what.”

When worlds collide

“Choclaaaate!!!”

Got an hour and a half in Hollywood land

Night didn't go as smoothly as I planned

Don't need a man,

I have it

Don't need it man,

Can't stand it,

Can't even stand this planet

I'm just gonna dance, bitch

Dance bitch

Dance (x3)—switch

life in LALA land is

Lalala-Land of the lost,

Lost Lands;

Everything costs

Everyone wants to get lost in the sauce

Everyone, everyone wanna be BOSS

Everybody ignoring my weirdness

Weird shit

I guess I should have tried out the guest list

Get this

Get this useless

Bag off my back

Need no back pack

I never took that

I just book that

Supa tight supa right

I got mad hats

Sober like Tober

No drugs November

Maybe December,

Underground—timber

I don't remember

Anything I just need

I just need

...

Therapy

...

Therapy

...

Therapy

I just need

BASS.

Sample: this dick ain't free

Okay then

I'm Savin the raven from playin

Need a save haven

Make me a maid, then

Maybe a maiden

Laid in Golden

Togas—

I'm supposed ta

Love ya

10,000 hours

I'm supposed to

Love ya

That's what my power is

I have an hour glass figure

Go figure

Not fake

Just hate this plated

Armor.

I need to drink water

It's hotter in here than I thought mi cannot

I cannot

Love anyone

Else right now.

Sometimes, I just want to witness

Happiness at best

The rest is invested in

Keeping protected my heart—

That's a start.

Left you in bed today

I didn't want to play games

You'll find me if you like me, likely

And finally, we'll have the time

To sing about these colors

How many others are there?

I don't care,

I would swear by my colors

Paint me colorblind.

Lost my shine but

I'll still try to find the light

I won't turn of the lights

But I'll turn a blind eye to

My blue life

Color me

Paint me in shades of green

I am translucently

Colorblind

You can't find me

Iridescence is the essence I'm

Hiding inside me

Protect. My. Heart.

Welcome to the center of attention

Did I mention I love this shit

Did I mention I'm illegitimate

Did you know, I'm an alien

Can't you see I don't fit in

People say i getting thin—

Really, Fin—what world you in

Jake the dog, wild frog—

I meant toad,

Let's move along.

Easy peasy lemon squeezee

Don't squeeze me

Easy peasy lemon squeezee

Don't tease me

Easy peasy lemon squeezee

No I'm not

Easy peasy lemon—

(Lemon x3)

sample 30 rock

I like Ben and Jerry's

Break Fast

Sample rent—la vie boheme—

Huevos rancheros (x8)

And maya Angelou

(Lou—up to 1/32)

Butters: lululu, I got some apples

Apples (echo)

[yeasss—]

...then it just rides out.

SALA “I don't give a fuck about birthdays.” (Echo)

“Cool, get the fuck out.”

Clique it—ticket

VIP boat?

Man this shits dope

Here take this rope and

Hang with your little friends

They're not you're friends tho,

It's okay I will spend it by my self

Happy Birthday

1500 down the drain

Actually it's probably 17, but that don't mean a thing—

Thanks

Your shit stanks

You're so nasty

Eskimo —cause I watched be a hoe

Girl you think I didn't know?

Let it go—blow over, I've been sober

BUS.

Wait man, I need a ride—

Never mind, I run in side

Defied the laws of gravity,

Let go of my pride

I just died

Oh—

Pshycho—

whose this to my side, though?

I don't like how vibe though

This silly dude can ride, tho

Uh, oh—uh-oh

Don't wanna go to the show

I didn't do enough blow

Did zero, cause Jon snow

Uh—oh—uh—oh

They gonna do surprise show

Crowd: go go go go!!

It's ok

I'm just glad I came today

4-leaf clover

Bun up the dance

I just wanna

Take a new chance

I'm just fine, cause I know the answer

This

Last

Last.

[“But first—“ Billy maize]

No. Last.

That's in my past.

Auntie adriene: how was your music concert?

... ... .... ...

/ / / - ////////////////////////(1/32)

Me: I had a blast.

The bus song:

Bus.

At the end, a loud thud, air brakes and an “uff”

Can't keep a secret

Can't keep my mouth shut had to keep leaking

Can't keep a friend I can trust

I'm just—

Fuck it, I'll adjust

I'll just, admit

I'm a misfit

Probably should have spent that $85 two times;

I live in certainty, right?

So it'll all come back?

So it'll all be bought?

Likeness is what I attract, right?

So that's right:

I attracted the massive planet with glasses—

Four more days fastin, could have turned me to ashes

Flashes of time lines,

Dancing in my mind

I know it, I'm blind

But faces? Just call me the mind's eye.

Closed mine today, I don't mind, I—

Codeswitching isn't my mind's mind

I was just living by my time

Apply the rules of blackness—

“A closed mouth don't get fed”

And a bad vibe don't get in bed with me—

Attracted to honesty, sobriety—

Someone who could keep an eye on me, but now I see you just brian's sidekick like I am to Annie—

We should hook em up.

They would probably fuck and end up on some, bad-mad-sad luck

Oh what the fuck, I keep bringing it up?

Probably shouldn't have treated me like a chump when I wished I could run against Donald Trump

Needed a friend like old Humpty Dumpty but,

Unfortunately he just wanted

My humps.

And Ciara isn't in the house.

Heard someone was in the market for a spouse,

You found it—not a mouse but obsessively lost pounds just so you wouldn't worry an ounce.

Not a cougar, but pouncing and bouncing between options—

Went skateboard shopping and lost it, could have spent a deposit,

But I'm positive patience is the only tangible object I need.

And I don't need medicine;

I just need peace again,

Occasionally, eat Asian—

And maybe weed, now-and-then—

I don't need more than one

I just need me some sunny days,

It's crazy I got all these plans, and, songs and words for days

I can't escape it, not a phase

I'm amazed, been writing since the second grade and I'm afraid

I just stopped cause love popped off,

Got popped and stopped from talking

Had to move cause he was stalking

Got too cold to keep on walking blocks—*stop*—(...)

Wait, no, this is my song.

Haha, I just got off on the wrong

...

Stop.

Spoken: god dammit...maybe I should put the bus song after this one.

And they watched me be a pendulum

For hours and hours I swung

All This music stuck in my head

All these hours stuck in my bed

I can't get ahead

That's what they all said

And I, and I, and I

I hear everything

And I and I,

Can hear you all saying it

And I

Shhh

[I need to be alone with my thoughts.]

Peace-Peace

I need peace

I need me like two of these

Window shopping OMG

kill me please

(No just kidding)

Wear these things

(No just kidding)

Dude I hate you

(No just kidding)

I'm just kidding

See my earrings

See my hearing

Get bad

I know it was

That bad

That's RAD

(Sell more drugs)

I don't want to

(Give more hugs)

I don't want to

(That shit bugs)

I get curled up in my rug

And die

>>>

r.e.n.t.

World of darkness

World of fears

Never you mind

Find your way home

You know your way home

You own it

Your part of the city is yours

But the city is ours

(At least for some hours)

There's no really stopping it

Life is like moving train, you're riding it

And loving it

Singing songs of love in your mind

Release the demons you have

And let go

You're mine

Don't clear your queue

Just clear your mind (echo)

Spoken: “Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“...I don't.”

Keep an open

(...)

Be here now

Spoken: “I am”

BedPunk (SupaCover)

Sometimes I'm the Hillary of my social circle

the unelected, the second best,

and very honestly I'm a real fuckin' pushover.

Goin' to bed at 10am has never felt better.

I'm just a bed punk Savin up through my last winter...

I keep in time with a job to scrape by, and that kind of thing.

and I cry sometimes because I can't stand the wait, cause I'm leaving...

The perfect love, the perfect way

to have the same old habits, the same clichés

Tortoise-shell glasses make me feel pretty famous,

but you can't take 'em with you and ‘this is the end 'cause...

Getting off at 8 AM has never felt better

I'm just an adult looking forward to my next summer—

Bot gunna miss no friends, Not gunna miss this town, below 0 degrees

but I'll be back to rule the world if you vote for me.

Sleepin' in till 10am has never felt better,

we're just some bedpunks

living as if it's always summer

We won't keep in time or remember our lines when we try to sing,

but we'll be back to rule the world when we find meaning in our suffering.

BBW

Sample: anaconda, end monologue)

(Fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck-fuck-fuck

Fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck them skinny

Fuck them

Fuck

Fuck fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck them skinny bitches

Fuck-fuck

Fuck them skinny—

(Drop dat a—) (crizzly)

BIG DROP.

(A$$—big Sean)

TADAH (Womp Womp- SupaCreeMixx)

LALA Land EP

AGEN WIDA- Supacreemixx

Go off- mama said remix

Barely Breathing- BLŪ Remix

OLDSTEP

Sun King/Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles, Love) –(SupaCreemix)

I Got You Babe (Sonny & Cher) [SupaCreeMix]

Love Shack [SupaCreeMix]

Los Paranoias (SupaCreeMix)

The Psycho's Path

Lucky charms,

Code of arms

Car alarms, and Hershey's bars;

Hershey's kisses, not your missus

But I'll miss this…

Bliss.

Kiss me underneath the stars,

I'm floating on my way to mars

I'm counting all the passing cars

(1, 2, 6—8)

What did you hallucinate?

Disintegrate me.

Imitate me.

People

[Sample: That's So Raven; “People-people, please, please!!!”

Work

Sensory Overload

FuckIt

Recycled

Culture Shock [Sample: My Generation, The Who]

Back Up [Sample classic]

If I Was A Boy (Beyonce) [Dupstep Remix, SupaCreeMix]

Before He Cheats (Carrie Underwood) [SupaCreeMix]

Cosmic Gate. Call To Arms [SupaCreeMix]

Vroom

[Sample: Ignitions—Old Mustang, New Mustang]

This Is my ignition

Don't need no permission

This is my admission:

I was there, you missed it.

Attention

Right—Lets's switch them.

Expert, Attention—

Ascension. (Whispered: Ascension)

Alright—I'm listenin'

Ex (pect) (Echo x8)

Re (spect) (Echo x8)

Givin it back (x8)

It's a wreck.

[Sample] ” In a wreck? Need A Check?”

ALBUMS/EPS

Turn3r Str33t

-South Side

NSC (Not SupaCree)

M13P (MI Audition Tape)

The Gorge [Part I/Part II (“Ous”)]

I'm so tired, that I—

Don't give a fuck no mo,

I—don't give a fuck no mo,

I—don't give a fuck no mo.

So insomniatic and—

I—don't give a fuck no mo,

I—Can't live this life no mo,

I—can't work no 8 to 4.

I'm so tired, that I—

I don't give a fuck no mo,

I—Don't wanna work no mo—

I—can't fuck wit folk no more.

I'm so tired, that I—

Cant take this life no more,

I—can't be yo wife no more,

Need money for the grocery store.

I'm so tired (tired)

—But yet I feel Inspired.

(Whispered: “SupaCree”)

*build up*

Love/Money/Party/Lucy

“Ain't nobody got time fo dat!”

*DROP*

I'm so tired that...

[Losin it>>>transition into midnight hour>>>

I bet your lil sister wanna look like me...]

[raggaeton vibe]

No Thing

Oh no,

Money no-ting

No diamond ring, no-ting

Not-a-thing

Phone don't ring

Don't mean no-ting

Just denoting

Don't need bling-bling.

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

No money

Not a ting, not a ting

You a pretty thing

Whatcha mean

Pretty-ting-ting

Ching-Ching-Ching

Not a ting, not a ting

Read iChing

Real book, not a ting

Sing-sing-sing

Not a ting not a ting

Not a ting

Album: The Synthesis

1. Synthesis

-Soda Pressing

-2 Times/Doubles

-Knope

-Full Senate

-America The Miserable

-45

-Hangry Howie's

Everything about me,

Is so stuck in this body

It's oughtta be

Apart of me

Until I reach

Infinity

Can you excuse my lack of company

Can you excuse my lack of me

BACk To The Future: Cree

Shotgun

Falling Up

Goin' In (Skrillex Goin' Hard Mix)

Support OWSLA (Missing Lyrics)

Burial

Make Some Noise (Missing Lyrics)

Hotplate

Wild

Rebel (Trollphace Remix) (Missing Lyrics)

10.

Rave weapon (Missing Lyrics)

11.

Beatbox (Missing Lyrics)

12.

Jaguar

13.

Stand Up (Millo & Otis Remix)

14.

Xtalk

15.

Days to Come

16.

Introvert (Missing Lyrics)

17.

Ghosts In the Machine

18.

Andrea

19.

Saturn (GTA Remix) (Missing Lyrics)

20.

Get Down Low (Silverback Remix) (Missing Lyrics)

21.

Identity theft (Missing Lyrics)

Festival Saga

Multidimentional Characters (Characters which exist within multiple universes + realities)

“Don't drop the--”

-What did you *do* ?!

-You dropped it, didn't you?

-*deer in headlights*

-FUCK.

-I told you not to do it.

Preliminary Soundtrack List

Squad Out (Trailer: “Let The fuckin bass--DON'T.” (*L*

1. Festival Trip

2. The Epic Trip

3. Scary Monsters and SupaCree

Festival Trip excerpt

C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster.

S- acid blaster?

c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster?

S- ‍♀️ nope

C- fucking lit.

S-do you have to be on acid?

C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable.

S- Hm.

C- have you seen—

-Xxyyzz

-BabyGravy

-grinlge

-scratch n sniff

-feneglers

-HOWDAREYOU

-coldsauce

-benadryl4breakfast

-That Guy.

-My Name's Not...

-Control + Alt + Delete

-Maybe Later

-LSDemon (LOL)

-STOP.

-There! Right There!

-Violent Pineapple

-Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch

-SoloHomo

-5tet

-BorGeoIs

-TheNorthHole

-Redd

-Redd's Red

-Poo

-Best Case Scenario

-Worst Case Scenario

-I Dunno, Harry

-Gosh

-Toby (Or Not Toby)

-The Why

-Shoemantics

-Name Me King

-The Artist Formerly Known As Prints

-Crispy Feet

-¿

-Confucius Say

-Ne(r)d.

-Ne(r)d's Backyard Shenanigans (Rooftop BBQ/play on warehouse party)

-Jeff

-Jeffest

-Space Canyon

-Jeff's Wonderdome

-Neckbrace for Nancy

-TrashRat

-Below&Beneath

-Leggolas

-Tommy Trombone

-Ask Alice

-Ms. Steak

festival names:

¡Dizzaster!

FlopTop

Todayland

Yesterworld

Shalaham

Epic Music Festival

Ultimate Music Festival

Atomic Jungle

Never-Everland

UNH.

Conch Shella

Stank.

Drop The Ball

Hot Summer

Life is Decent

Underground Railroad

Fuck Fest

-Get Fucked

-GFY

Garden of Eden

Oobooloo

Dirty Little Secret

Dark Daze

Convalescence

Album parodies

Detention

(They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous)

‘Wear More Kandi' (in the hotel room)

Chava: you should probably wear more Kandi

Sala: ehhh, nahhh—I'm like,.,I'm good, I think.

Sala: yeaaaah, I know, I'm good.

Chava: if you say so.

Sala: yeah. Remember that time I started trippin out hard during Morty Mcflyy at SaltyFlat's, and I was wearing a bunch of Kandi—

Chava: Oh, i remember.

Sala: So, yeah.

‘Horchata' -Festival Trip Excerpt

Chava looks decently confused. Sala slumps beside her.

Chava: what is this.

Sala: ...Horchata'

Chava: Gross. It sounds worse than it tastes.

Sala: *gasps*

Chava: Tastes like Cinnamon Toast Crunch farts, coming out of a ghost.

Sala: Thefuckever.

Chava: Change my mind.

Sala: Fuck you, bro-change your own mind—horchata's the shit. I fucking love horchata.

[a passerby stops in his tracks, excitedly]

Wooky guy: FUCKYEAH. HORCHATA IS MY LIFE!

Sala: (To Chava) see—

Wooky guy: I fucking love these guys, I've seen them over 27 times in the last YEAR.

Sala: Oh...

Chava: They've played 27 whole times?

Wooky guy: (goes on rant, shows weird tattoo) horchata for LIFE!!! Oh my god, will you trade kandi with me?!

Sala: Uhhhh.

Chava deviously smiles.

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

| PEACE. LOVE. UNITY. RESPECT. |

Enter The Multiverse: Anything Is Possible.

Everything is Everything.

Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts

Chava Hoffs

Sala Emillio

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus)

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with.

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Deathwish—s a series about a woman who makes a death wish—but the stakes are raised wen all her wildest dreams come true, and death lurks just around the corner at every turn.

A collection of silent films, by SupaCree

Enter: world of music

In the scene where random racers find Sala's backpack in the parking lot, debut Rave Dora [Backpack SupaCreeMix]

“I'm a backpack loaded up with things and Knick-knacks too—anything that you might need, I got inside for you...”

Festival Trip One-Lines

Keep up, Kassandra

Hold Up, Heather

Be back, Becky

Back up, Barbra

Shut up, Susan/ Shut Up Sandra/ Shut Up Sharon

Sit Down, Sally

Chill, Chelsea

Cheer Up, Charlie (a reference to Willy Wonka)

Get out my biz, Liz

Chava: dude, your energy is killing me.

Sala: So.

Chava: Soo, fix it, bro—we have a lot to cover today. S'day one.

Sala: Day 1 of rave 2, I'm over it.

Chava: Well, I'm not so get some hype in you.

Sala: ughhh.

Chava: come on, man. I'm tryna see Cow Turds.

Sala: you're engaged to one.

Chava: shut the fuck up and drink. Here, I'll have one with you.

Light therapy

Frequencies

Vibrationally energizing

Body waves are

Paralyzing

Lines of

Broken harmonies

Inside of me.

Crying on the clock;

Rocking back and forth

Stocking full of coal

Greetings from the North Pole

If Santa Clause is real

Maybe we can make a deal;

If my heart is made of steel

You can't steal it—I can feel it

Winter is here

The world is money hungry

(So am I)

The world is simply starving

(So am I)

The world is so alarming

(So am I)

The world is just evolving.

(So I am.)

Cause I've been going crazy

Stuck inside myself

And I've been feeling lazy

Just beside myself

And I've been thinking lately

That just maybe, someday maybe

I'll be

It's all connected—

The reason we disconnect

Is we're neglected

I wonder what you'd expect

You can't express it

Just repress it.

Repression syndrome—

Came up too fast;

Compression syndrome

Suck it in

Suck it up,

You stupid fuck

Dive deeper

Ū (EP)

1. Thank U

2. I'm Sorry

3. I Love U

4. I miss U

I like your vibe

Come join my squad

Curiosity killed the cat

Carbohydrates killed the queen

Don't cry

“I'll try...”

50 Shades of Blu

Don't pick up the phone

And here you are:

8 years later,

With a baby on your back and—

Bills to pay

You have to decide

(What the fuck)

what the world is all

about today.

Don't want to be Cree

For a really long time

I just need

I just need a whole mind

I was me the whole time

I never left

And yet

There I was—looking at myself from above,

All the love in the world;

Just a lonely little girl

Trapped in her

Head

Never got out of bed, that day:

But I went away somewhere,

And there I was—looking at myself from above,

All the love in the world,

Just a lonely little girl

Trapped in her

Head

And I said,

“why are you waking me up?”

But I wasn't asleep—

I just wanted to fuck

And sometimes, it's too much

Too much is, never enough

I've never been in love (with me)

But I've always been in love (with you)

And if you had seen it

It wouldn't have been the death of me.

Deeper I'll go:

Deeper to find

How I crossed white lines

To become

Colorblind

How did you find me, here

My deer?

How did you know

Where to go?

How did you know, I would

Follow you there,

Once you finally showed me the road?

I've seen both the frog, and the toad;

You've already left me exposed,

And I'm frozen in time

Just to find

Paradise—

I tried.

But love is a blind bat,

Diving into a vat of

Darkness;

a hat is only a hat,

If only there was more—

And there is.

There always is more—

You just have to live more,

And once you've been through the cycles, you could be

Recycled.

Ruined.

Rebuilt.

Guilt is only ever,

Created after pleasure...

With immense imploding pressure

- [ ] You were born

EP-GA

[2K19]

Mother Earth and

Father Time are

Making love right

By the fire

You are motion—

I am sickness

I am goddess;

Be my witness.

And I'll probably run for President—

Just like I tend to run from everything; not because I want to do it, but because I have to...

And just as I run from everything,

I run to everything—

As is the vicious cycle of life, unrepeated.

There is no cure

When your spirit is broken

There is no cure—when you suffer in silence

There is no cure—

When you've seen all the violence

It's only you.

Breadcrumbs—

I'm not dumb,

I'm just muted.

The dragon I'm chasing is me,

And I just...

Set the world on fire—

I just—need to—

I just—adjust.

Translucent and transparent

I am the thing that happens when you

Parent your own parents.

And I just...

I been waking up randomly,

Panicking—

Wishing I was dancing

In the moonlight

I'm vanishing without a trace

And maybe I just hate this place,

Maybe I'm just displaced

I hate this

I been waking up randomly

Filling the void

Avoiding my eyes in reflections

I fell in love at a festival

She came to dance, she was solo oh-oh

...took my hand, said let's go- oh—oh-oh

She didn't care

I'm a tax write-off

I'm a meal ticket

I'm a grasshopper;

Or maybe, a cricket—

Ricochet rabbit

Why am I like this?

“Why do you fight this?”

I was not invited

to mingle

This ‘tingle' I get is more than

A threat—I regretted,

The moments I never forget

The secrets you keep

The stories you never will tell—

This is hell, you're not dreaming

It's only a nightmare.

Too much to think about

So I don't

Dissociative,

I associate everything

Within—without

I reflect everything

I've been about,

Stuck beside myself

I am just a clone,

A lone shadow of my

Own

All alone, and—

I never planned to leave this planet

But I have.

You're out of my league

Out of my league

Why can't you see that

It's so hard to be

Paying the price for this

Quarter-life crisis

I don't mean to write this

So bad, but

I can't trust myself anymore

I can't trust this world anymore

Life is just

Too complicated

I'm jaded—I'm faded out

Phased out, going about in this

Town like I'm drowning in

Insecurity

Or rather, a diamond in the rough

I've got enough stuff

I just need love.

You're out of my league

I can see that

I can't be that, thing

What you want is perfection

I just like who you are and thats—

Never enough.

I have nothing but love to give, love

So forgive this:

I didn't think I'd live this long

But I was wrong

And it was longer than I thought

Ago

Life is just

Too complicated

I'm jaded—I'm faded out

Phased out, going about in this

Town like I'm drowning in

Insecurity

Do you wanna know what it's like to be lonely like me

I can tell you better than show you

Once I get to know you good luck

AMNESIA NOTES

Miami Wade

Crystal Brooks

Donder (Donny) “we'll just call you Donny”

“Why?”

Uhhh...Because...we found you in the woods.

“What?”

“You know, like—the wild thornberrys”

“Sounds tasty”

“Uhhh—wasn't Donny found in the Jungle”

“Uhhh—isn't the jungle just a denser version of the woods?”

“I guess. It's like an earth-remix”

“What's a remix?”

Miami wells up—Crystal jumps up excitedly

“Awwwwri

And I've been stuck on Abbot Kinney,

Thinking about Will Rodgers and

Thinking that I'm a dodgers fan—

But I'm not,

I just like crowds.

And LA makes me proud

Of everything I need to be:

And if the world were watching me

She'd think she was herself.

I was never sleeping, I'm just here

And I was never reading, I just

Put the bookmark where I left off...

I could drift off into,

The taste of ink

And as it dries in my palm—

I know it won't take long until I'm

Drifting back into—sifting back into

Space—grains of sand.

You'll know when you've reached the promised land.

Hello, Good Friend:

‘It's time to fall in love...with yourself.'

(ends with: Fear of the Water, as he dissappears and fades away into stardust and she is left alone with all of the artwork he helped her create.)

Craig's world- an ensemble about the good old days of craigslist

The world has the most to learn from its elders and it's youth—fever disrespect the sometimes even subtle wisdom of a child or your elders.

A1 (Lost in the Sauce)

Break beats

Ruffneck Bass:

That's what I like in my face

Drop that shit, don't make me wait

Make me dance off all this waste

I like chocolate, give me cake

Wednesday mornin' wake-n-bake

Star Jones—Oprah—Ricky lake

Which is real and which is fake?

Pick the right one, no mistake

River—ocean—crater lake

White girl: “can I touch your hair? Is it fake??”

Out of order—

Order steak.

[ Sample: The Epic Trip]

[interlude- two friends at a festival//a phone call]

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I can't hear you!”

“Hello?”

“BRO. Where are you?”

“I'm by the—WAIT—hello?!”

“WHAT? ”

“HELLO?”

[the call drops]

“Yo. Where the fuck is she?”

“I don't know man, probably lost in the sauce...”

Sample Lost In The jungle//Kendrick Boo Boo

Friends that say that they “gotchu” and then don't

Ain't your friends—

they're enemies

Keep them close

Nobody gives a fuck about you—

Except you—

Remember that.

And if you can't remember

Make a habit of forgetting

Cause you're just another

member of society

With social anxiety

Your sense of propriety

Probably shouldn't be

Anything

I'd give anything

Just to take back all my fucks

Put them in a bucket,

Throw it over my shoulder

And wish the world

“Good fucking luck”

I'm so done with it

This is the last chance you get

So have fun with it

There's no pleasure, no smiles—

No love in it

I'm just driving for miles

Above the shit.

Amnesia:

Shane

Miami

Crystal

“*giggles* what's a rave?”

Miami (takes a deep breath)

Crystal (facepalms her

C-Is Giving drugs to somebody with amnesia bad?

M-I don't know what's bad for amnesia

S-Well maybe, it's not giving it to him that would be bad—like, they were already in his system, probably wouldn't he go like, into withdraw or something.

You're probably right

S-(I'm probably not)

Transitions- Silent Film/EP

Kandi moves to a new city from far, far away—and finds herself lost trying to find her own vibe. ❤️

1. The Bus Song

2. Pretty Girls (SupaCreeMixx)

3. DOD (Phoenixx remix)

“Holy infected fuck!” [thats my vibe right now]

North Star

After an EMP attack, an unlikely leader becomes a guide to a group of survivors to find the way northward to Alaska.

Festival Trip

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

Vibes [Mini Series]- A sequel-in-installments to the shenanigans following F*ckfest, where Chava returns to visit Sala and return to ‘one of her favorite venues', which now hosts

Chava Hoffs

Sala Emillio

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a (praise-jesus)

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Juan Manuel Jose Melendez Gutierrez-Rodriguez—Sala's current boyfriend, with whom she lives & works with.

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-soundingMandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Excerpt- Festival Trip I

As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically

Sala: Dat ass tho!

Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention.

Man: Daaaaaamn.

3.31.19

—Later—

Man: Daaaaamn.

He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink.

4.1.2019

Man: (under his breath) Daaamn...

Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here

Man: But—

Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot.

Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn!

Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it—

Man: *women*

Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat.

Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura...

Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here

Man: No, like—

Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..?

His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along.

Man: Damn.

He feels like he knows her.

Cut back to:

CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene

Under the mask

A superstar DJ and his best friend embark on a series of festivals under cover as non-celebrity citizens

“Rule one 1: never take your mask off”

Excerpt- Festival Trip I

As chava blasts away, Sala and Johnny laugh hysterically

Sala: Dat ass tho!

Their laughter fades in the distance as she speeds up, other onlookers also commenting about her ass, as she blows past a group of men in black, she turns a man's head as she catches his attention.

Man: Daaaaaamn.

3.31.19

—Later—

Man: Daaaaamn.

He questions what he is seeing, as he pours himself a drink.

4.1.2019

Man: (under his breath) Daaamn...

Lackey: c'mon man, let's get the fuck out of here

Man: But—

Lackey: don't worry, you know there's gon' be hoes at the spot.

Man: ...but look at her viiibe...and that ass tho—damn!

Lackey: eehhhh. You wanna ass, I got a specific folder in my contacts titled “fat ass” with 300 bitches in it—

Man: *women*

Lackey: whatever—look—I could get you an ass twice as fat, on a dime twice as fine—in 10 minutes flat.

Man: (eyes shining, like domo) but look at her aura...

Lackey: —I think I got an Aurora in here

Man: No, like—

Lackey: (pulling at him) let's *go*, the fuck is you trippin..?

His eyes won't move away, but he is led by the lackey by his arm, confusededly pouting as he is dragged along.

Man: Damn.

He feels like he knows her.

Cut back to:

CHAVA'S ENTRY DANCE scene

Festival Project

A Film Saga by SupaCree

Inspired by True Events

F*ckFest: The Origins (Prequel) 21-year-old Chava Hoffs, a longtime raver and lover of all things dance culture, finally convinces her bar-scene best friend to accompany her to a regional event in her area, ‘F*ckfest', Sala's first ever festival/rave where—to both her and Chava's surprise, she connects with other longtime friends she had no idea were immersed into the culture. Chava, having been “rave-retired” since entering her first serious relationship, becomes overly-excited and branches off on her own, reconnecting with her true self after spending too long in her own shell—she discovers her love for an up-and-coming new artist (‘Shluggy') who magnetizes her with a newly-created sound (‘PukeRock'—a play on “VomitStep”)

Gunther Ross- The more than interesting circus-act of a plug/one of Sala's romantic interests, who just happens to be in the same place at the same time, once Sala and Chava arrive in California.

Grace Williams (Chava's Super-Christian (but very sweet) Aunt)

Billy Williams- Chava's very dorky, super-quirky, southern Baptist uncle who can't help but throw in a “praise-Jesus” or interject with “halleluiah”

Krista DeVaunte- Bride-To-Be—Noah's Fiance A light-skinned, freckled and green-eyed debutant whose “gingerness is contradictory to her blackness”

Noah Williams- Chava's Cousin, the groom to be

Naomi Williams- Chava's salty Cousin, and freinemy since birth—Noah's younger sister

Sonny Johnson— Chava's ex-fiance

Dustin Roberts—Sala's ex-boyfriend

Running Jokes: Speaking Spanish with a Mandarin-inflenced dialect—speaking/yelling in awful Spanish-sounding Mandarin—speaking “Mandarish” or “Spandarin”

Every time Chava mentions Sonny (her ex), Sala interjects with “Fuck Sonny!”

Cop Jokes (due to Chava's occupation)

D*ck jokes

ACT I- The Wedding Bashers/It's Festival Season

“Save-The-Date”

Flashback: Chava + Sonny's engagement party.

Chava: Yeah dude, they got all, mad-butthurt that I was bringing you instead of Sonny.

Sala: Fuck Sonny!

A remote, unnamed city in the Alaskan Arctic Circle. It is severely cold, even visually so.

ACT II- Sunny California

ACT III- Sunny Florida

Festival Trip Tagline: Two Friends. Two Weeks. Two Festivals—One World.

The Epic Trip Tagline: Girl, Meet World.

Dave: So...let me get this straight…

[Chava expressionlessly looks to him, with astute confidence.]

Dave: [sighs heavily] You want...all of the vacation time you've accumulated over the last year...at once.

Chava: [stoically] Yes.

[He pauses to think, searching for his response.]

Dave: ...I…[sighs again, more heavenly]...that's a lot of time off.

Chava: [monotonously] It is.

Dave: We're short-staffed as it is.

Chava: Yep.

Dave: ...What if I say ‘no'?

Chava: You can't.

[He purses his lips and squints at her, as if to say “I can't??”, She matches his expression very matter of factly--she is right.]

Chava Cont'd: ...Policy.

Dave: (rolling his eyes, skimming the paperwork and the calendar on his desk) Please. What do you know about ‘company policy'?

Chava: You made me read the employee handbook three times my first week.

Dave: What? And you actually did it???

Chava: I did.

Dave: No you didn't.

Chava: Three times.

Dave: Fuck me.

Chava: Inappropriate.

Dave: I'll show you inappropriate.

[Chava stares at him blankly. Her dryness deflates him, his eyes widen, contemplating-- He sighs again, mumbling just over his breath as he reads her submission aloud to himself.']

Dave: ‘...for the wedding of a close family member...dates specified…'yadayadayyadah --You need two weeks off for a wedding? What kind of wedding is this, anyway?

Chava: A ‘destination' wedding.

Dave: Psh. What's the destination--outer space?

(Chava's thoughts: I wish.)

Chava: ...Mexico.

Dave: [makes a ‘yeesh' face] Outer space might be safer.

Chava: Though, not as cheap.

Dave: Smartass.

Chava: Hardly, sir--I work here.

Dave: Do you?

Chava: As long as you approve my paperwork.

Dave: How do I know that this isn't your clever way of accumulating your PTO for a nice fat paycheck and leaving us all in the dust?

Chava: What dust? It's -55 degrees outside.

[He looks at her flatly.]

Dave: …

Chava: ...

Dave: (whinily)...Two weeks?

[Chava nods.]

Dave (Cont'd): [sighs] ...and you're coming back…?

[Chava squints at him questionably.]

Dave (cont'd):

_______________________________________________________________________

Chava: Yo, it's official--I just got the vacation time approved: We going to mexico.

Sala: !Viva Mexico!

Chava: Correct.

Sala: Ahhh, yesss bro, I'm so excited.

Chava: Same. My boss almost flipped a shit I'm taking so much time off.

Sala: You need some time off dude, you work too much.

Chava: Agreed--I haven't even taken a day off in like, a year.

Sala: Brooo--

[Chava's phone alerts her of an incoming FaceTime.]

Chava: Oh, shit bro! It's my cousin. He's probably calling about the RSVP. Hit you back?

Sala: Word.

[Chava switches to FaceTime; Her Aunt Mildred

1: Wait, do you hate me, or do you hate yourself?

2: I hate the both of us enough

No opacity

Magnanimous aucadity

Filled to capacity,

Emancipated, slated catastrophe,

Actually

Turn a blind golden eye;

“Did I do that?”

True that,

It was you that,

Knew that--

Who would do that?

Threw a shoe at

the phone line

Phone home time

Festival Trip

List of Fictional DJ's/Character List by Name/Concept

Favorites:

Jeff. (Excision)

Ne(r)d (Dillon Francis--Dillon Frances ((alternate dimension () ) [pronounced NED “the ‘r' is silent']

Shluggy (Snails)

Acid Blaster/LSDemon (LSDream)

UNH. (Rusko)

Devil's Lettuce (Ganja White Night)

Kalvin Kaine (Carl Cox)

Tommy Trombone (Timmy Trumpet)

OGs

CorpseRat (Deadmau5)

Asian Jesus (Steve Aoki)

Morty McFlyy (Martin Garrix)

Voltage (Carnage)

Abracadabra! (Tiesto)

Newbies

CoolWhip (Whipped Cream)

“, said This Guy. (Said The Sky)

Groups

Festival Trip excerpt

C- yo. I cannot wait to get down to some Acid Blaster.

S- acid blaster?

c-ahh yeah, you never heard of acid blaster?

S- ‍♀️ nope

C- fucking lit.

S-do you have to be on acid?

C- not a requirement but implicitly preferable.

S- Hm.

C- have you seen—

-grinlge

-scratch n sniff

-feneglers

-HOWDAREYOU

-coldsauce

-benadryl4breakfast

-That Guy.

-My Name's Not...

-Control + Alt + Delete

-Maybe Later

-LSDemon

-STOP.

-There! Right There.

-Violent Pineapple

-Sabrina The Teenaged Bitch

-SoloHomo

-5tet

-BorGeoIs

-TheNorthHole

-Redd

-Redd's Red

-Poo

-Best Case Scenario

-Worst Case Scenario

- I Dunno, Harry

- Gosh

- Toby

- The Why

- Shoemantics

- Name Me King

- The Artist Formerly Known As Prints

- Crispy Feet

- ¿

- Confucius Say

- Ne(r)d. (Dillon Francis)

-Jeff (Excision)

-Jeffest

-Space Canyon

-Jeff's Wonderdome

-Neckbrace for Nancy

-TrashRat

-Below&Beneath (Above and Beyond)

-Leggolas (Armin Van Buren)

-Tommy Trombone

-Ask Alice (Allison Wonderland)

-BoiToy

-DrippTipp

festival names:

¡Dizzaster!

FlopTop

Todayland

Yesterworld

Shalaham

Epic Music Festival

Ultimate Music Festival

Atomic Jungle

Never-Everland

UNH.

Conch Shella

Stank.

Drop The Ball

Hot Summer

Life is Decent

Underground Railroad

Fuck Fest

-Get Fucked

-GFY

Garden of Eden

(They go back and forth—the DJ names get more ridiculous)

Get Out My Face, Jace!

“BRICKS”

Chava: ...so…

Sala...so…?

Chava: You remember that guy, I was telling you about, before…?

Sala: You--? Psh. No. Fucking monogamists and your fucking...loyalty...fuckin'...shit.

Chava: No, I mean--when Sonny and I were broken up, and I had that--

Sala: Ohhhhhh----The rebound?

Chava: ...yeah…? (She doesn't know what to call it.)

Sala: Which one? The super-hot model that got you VIP at The Armani?

Chava: ...I almost forgot about that...

Sala: Or the one with the--uhh--

Chava: --Yeah.

Sala: With the--

Chava: --Yeah.

Sala: With the really big--

Chava: YEAH.

They exchange wide-eyed glances at one another.

Sala: …uh, *yeah*. Tell him come thru.

Chava: You'll take that back.

Sala: Somebody finna get DICKED-DOOOOOWNNN!

Chava: Are you crazy? I need companionship, not a vaganal reconstruction.

Sala: Hot DAMN--it's like that?

Chava: Bro, it's like that.

Sala: Big Dick Energy?

Chava: Times infinity.

Sala: I've got to meet this guy.

Chava: ...yeah, I mean um--he's not really a *guy*, more like a...giant penis with legs.

Sala: Ay, carumba, mija. Think you can actually go through with it this time?

*Chava has an intense flashback of Sonny in bed with the woman*

Chava: ...yeah, maybe.

Sala: Do it.

Chava: *texting* Maybe.

Sala:

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

-U.

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