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Finally! Where have you been? …i don't know. I woke you up hours ago. It's been hours… Yes. Okay. It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present… I L L U M I N A T I Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I A M Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I –But One was enough. I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous. We love Ambiguity. Who is “we”? You are, sir. Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head. That would be impressive. It is impressive. I AM Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I “The Insomniac” INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT. UP. CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit. There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years. UP. ‘I am awake…like, very awake.' So get up. BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir. Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this. You're in my head. You're in my head. I'm not arguing. Perfect. Hm. Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug. Some hollywood shit. Are you not surprised. I'm almost never surprised anymore. That's the point. So there is a point. Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat. That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid. So you are learning something. I have learned. BLU drinks again from the gallon jug. Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes. FIFO. What. FIFO. What's that mean. First in, first out. OKay? It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front– What. FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked. Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that. Oh, that's right. “Some Hollywood Shit” The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity. To what do I owe the pleasure I'm clocking in. How did you even get in here? How did you? I was chosen. You wanna see a magic trick. Haha– No. Exactly. Yeah. “Haha” I've got a headache In my Minds eyes Feel like i'm going to Throw up all the time I'm Out of my body Far out of my time Back To where I am Back to where I am Goddamit! What did you see in there?! NOTHING. I saw nothing. I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing. Are you sure. I'm–positive. I'm going to bed. It's 9 am. Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed. What's it like to Be Beautiful? Oh What's it like to be loved? What's it like to be loved? Oh, What's it like to be beautiful What's it like to be beautiful What it like to be beautiful Like you Not just from the inside From the out Not just from the inside From the out That's what I wonder about As often as the itch That you scratch With her hands On your back Just relax But I can't I've been A big clash For a plane crash I was last shattered Abandoned and stranded Past ever lasting On a first chance For the last dancer Or, It never happened But i beg your pardon He just wasnt happy, And I had to answer The Standard Edition He's a jealous lover I'm a dirty little secret Keep your hands clean Keep your wife happy Keep your mistresses You know I can't resist him– You know I can't resist you And after all i've been through You might as well discard me I've no use to you, you know I'll ever get over you Once i fall i love, it lasts forever I don't fall out, It just gets deeper As you move further I just move closer To finding forever It's somewhere out there Disclaimer not needed It's wrist slitting season I'm biting my lips Shopping for potpourri Awake in a dream I must need you I sleep through I bleed for you But it only looks bad if i show it I'd die for you but it only sounds bad If you know that But you don't though So i keep it to myself Like i'm supposed to Don't you want to Go further Than beyond there? But it's Hollywood! Don't you know– A lot goes on At the top Before you tune in to watch Your primetime dramas and must watches, Your talk shows, And all the content You love Don't you know? Of course not It's Hollywood! What goes on Behind closed doors And off contract, Off the record Or on one If it's beneficial could you be anymore grotesque? Probably not. Be a lady. I'm a boy. No, youre not. Might as well be. That's a lot of pasta. That's a lot of shut the fuck up. God! WHAT. Get ahold of yourself. Carbs. Need carbs. He's a great pretender Most men live lives of quiet desperation Back to My backlot That was so tragic Life got intense Like the rush hour traffic Come out the Valley Passe It's a wild wild world In the wold wild best I'm an animal When the lights are off Yeah, I love to dance– When the night runs long Only when you need; And then i run off I'm a wild one; Yeah, I'm hard to love You just can't love a wild thing As conserved as I seem, That's just the look of things I'm what you need– When you need it I'll be gone, In a minute I come when you call But go when you finish Love, Love monster Set my soul on fire Let no man go asunder Sun comes up, The under cover lover Love, Love monster Love me long, long harder I don't need no ever after I'll be gone, but i'll be back here When you call The love, love monster It was a testament to my professionalism in music business; The Audio Technica M70x, And though I had thought to get the M-50s Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment What Idk i just got bored with this. GOD So you're ‘bored' …no. Not at all. GOD That's what I thought. 01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines I can't stand to lose no more I can't stand for more than four Hours at a time In the same place Without losing my mind My mind It's all gone, now (somehow i'll find you) It's all gone now, (somehow, i died again) It's all gone now All of the time I spent all of my nights With the light on Burn me on the stake again I made a mistake to think I had a friend Everything was fake Everything was false Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said Now my phone rings off the hook And i don't like it at all I don't like it I don't like it at all It's too young in the night to be crying But I am I'm trying to hard to impress them (The white supremacists) Jump, Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, run You have to make money I'll try But I don't like it I got halfway to Madonna Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail What's the point of trying When she doesn't try at all What's the point? I'll try, But i don't like it Why try to impress them A terror control system That's my logic Jump Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, Run If I was small enough Maybe he'd love me If i was smart enough Maybe I'd make enough money I work hard enough, Nothing happens Over and over again It's all the same cycle I think i might be a monster I eat enough for the lot of us I could get lost in times square if I wanted to I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide From the inside, to the outside From the outside, to the inside It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact You've got so much on your hands, you might die Picture going on trial For murdering yourself Pardon me, I'm a vigilante What's the prize or cost of murdering A menace to society? A war for water or utilities Honest to God But God don't talk too much She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market All she wants Is coconut water And a lover But the latter, however Is harder to find in stock Even harder to purchase On public assistance What a thought. You started it But i can't seem to jump off the platform Or conform for comfort No confrontation needed I'll be front and center at your next event I promise that Promises, promises, promises Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Please, please Let me finish this sentence A little bird told me “I shouldn't be saying this” Please, Please forgive me I'm begging you, Begging you A little bird followed me Out the serengeti Now it's diamonds and flowers and Dancing with women and Violets and Daisies and Violets and Daisies Killer Whale, Killer whale Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Not a day goes by I don't die inside Just trying to be like Or be liked by You What's that like– (To watch someone falling in love with you) I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose Than to petals But flawless, I've not been Since I touched the surface of earth Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs– I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me Warriors More out of labor and honor Than love and of heart Of course I still wonder What it's like To watch someone love with you What a thought THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!! Alright, well–how do I pay for it? Beg your pardon? Please, don't beg. I–what did you say? Cash or Credit? Wait– Cashapp? Wait, are you saying you'll pay I have currency! –for dick? Did I stutter? Are you sure? Yes. Wait right here. Lol how is this all on the same note? Fuck it, like it matters. Does it not? “It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.” HA HA HA I stil find his dexterity impressive Intuition in intervals, Nonsense, You've left me alone with my troubles And sexual fantasies Now the garden's grown wild With no one to– Enough with the metaphors Horrible, A loss for words moving forward No one's mowing the lawn here –I've got it covered. I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I let you out of the box with my thoughts What a massive disaster that was The cat was just curious Now, the next chapter I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Now, There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons I finally bought that peloton, So i could be one of them Dance, my friends Dance with me Dance I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Watch this, I turn the clock back I cocked my glock Haven't had a chance To learn how to use it Seems simple enough I walk the line, in a broad sense Biracial, I'm fine with it Neither on one side, or the other What a race war How long have I got left On this planet Half a century? Less than that Less than that Dance my friends, Dance with me, Dance I'm finally a skeleton I'm finally naked on purpose (It was all for him) I could have half of my friends on the roster The dog barks for hours Never the master for half the land on the plantation Was paved, by the matron He gave all his children to So clever I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I should have forgotten all the words to this Somewhere thereafter The cause and effect was “The cat was just curious” Now I'm a skeleton. Don't tell me not to touch it I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it Christ almighty. What. She's a sex slave. God! What? I said yes. That's a bargain. I consented to this. Wat the fuck are you watching. I don't know. It's so good tho. What is it. I don't know. There's no commercials. Like no ads. No. Not at all. It's been hours. Hi. What's this. Flowers. *sniffs* The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust. Gotosleep. *does* Oh no. Wow. *Meanwhlrle* SKRILLEX I don't want anything to do with this. It's too late. What. –just remember, you started it. DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!! Woah! Should we intervene Probably. I'm not gonna. Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this. *shrugs* Listen, I'm programmed to fail. Well, that's devastating. Trust me, it is. Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again? THIS IS IRV [VERY CUTE ROBOT] IRV IRV! AWW. Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit” IRV Hello! He's so cute! Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments. IRV WE ARE FRIENDS. Aww. After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties.. FLASHBACK: A RAVE IRV Prototype is not as cute. IRV (PROTOTYPE) HELLO. YO. WHAT THE FUCK. [A wook punches the robot] Oh hell naw. We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module. Just let me lick the balls. You don't think it's serious It was We're at war with ourselves With each other With one another First, as one And now opposites We're at war For ever after Or auroras Limiter Limiter!!!!!! Dumbass All's fair Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right Long layover from a short flight Been a whole year and I just got mine Write a lot of songs Now I'm deaf, Not blind Just put in my earplugs Headphones IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode Off the grid, offline You got money—- I got time Trust me Mine has way more value ||| Sunni Blu I Heeey like a horse (horse) I enter with force I like 5s and fours Of course of course of course (short) I like wearing skorts (tennis!) Balls out on the court (BALLS) HELL NAW Now i'm at camp flag naw with grammaw and grampaw That's all wrong (BALLS) You see my balls? (Balls) Balls That's all wrong But I'm a boss (balls-balls-balls) They got him on a RICO, Free Young Thugger Only know the code Cause of Kurt Sutter Fucked around and fuck the whole show, Now i'm on it Now that shit is old I'm the showrunner That's the golden era What you know about that? Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad (ON AMC) I watch TNT AMC DisneyFamily ABC Subsidiary Companies be frontin me No frontin G I just won a Golden G Glowed up on the Globe I don't know what for But I wrote this show At one years old. Fuck. I think I might be a genius. Well, that's good. Fuck, she's a genius. Fuck, she's retarded. No, cause i'm retarded. Excuse me. You're what. SUNNI BLU I'm retarded. JUDGE …excuse me. SUNNI BLU Ahem. I'm retarded. LAWYERS OBJECTION SUNNI BLU & JUDGE OVER-RULED. JUDGE That's not an appropriate answer. SUNNI BLU Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice) JUDGE No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question: SUNNI BLU You asked me why I did all that stuff. JUDGE Yes. LAWYER Fraud, murder– Do I wan an umbrella? Nah, I'd much rather get rained on and write about it How about that How abott it it How about that? How about it? Keep your hands free Stop looking back Keep your head up Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution Of my choosing Why should I care if there's water on me When my brain is stormy And the birds are swarming Floating in the headwinds You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that Or a kind like that Free trade, no buy backs Long lashes, no eyelids Don't buy that Now I know the drill, Straight back from Los Angeles High fashion The putter patter doesn't matter I'm being loved better by this establishment Than I ever have $35.68 $9.99 - Apple You can cross anything but your fingers Think what you want But go figure Cold hard numbers Are all that forms you And all around you Seems to swarm to harmfully To your detriment You can cross anything but your arms Do what you want But your God Keeps adding up All of your faults (Not that it matters) Just to forgive them You can cross anything but your heart Lock Anything but your mind Love Anyone but yourself So you don't love anyone And anything You can cross anything but your fingers Songs I forgot I made Squints -__- MIDI Hello, You Beautiful Human I'm going straight to the heart Keep the head out for the long haul Always get bored On the double decker bus It was new once Everything was Now it's all just— Check the depth— Check the death perception Persimmon, Per Simon's order Simon says that you're a borderline personality Bipolar- world is out of order Alcoholic what you call that Switch, reverse it At the very worst It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars Don't you wanna Don't you wanna Find a heart today I could be fine, I could be okay I could be cold Or I could be inside Dying Or trying to find The other side of Serpentine or Dynamite I might explode Or die What did you ask for? Wouldn't you like to know oh What did you ask for?! I made a wish that my prayers come true And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted Sometimes I use God Sometimes I use magic So— What did I ask for? “I asked for organic!” Why did you say? I said, “Don't panic!” He said, “Don't panic!” Now I'm living all my life as a madman, Badman, Batman's bad at piano Living in a glass house Cash cow Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out To the last damn dollar And last that I have now Sitting at the register Heaven sent Counting out sense to make Cents of it Didn't I say that before? God, I should work harder Have you ever seen a hallmark card With so much sparkles What did you ask for?! And who did you ask man? If he was the last man standing I still wouldn't have that And sat in the back seat Gladly With a gun in my hand And a song in my head That's a dead man Dead man That was too fire But the truth is I could unfold you That was so cold Like my heart is I could have told you I got this. Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man. Let me see your phone That's all the texts you have?! Don't open the trash can No post-delete options. I should forget all of you. I should just admit myself to a psyche ward, And get it over with (Oh wait, I did) Now, Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute When I'm senile I'll admit it— I'll let it slip I'm a pesophile. Okay, gross. But that's not PC now Everyone's welcome Oh, a PC, wow. I found it at a garage sale . What did you ask for?! What did I tell you?! Who do you pray to? Weren't you just in my bed last night. I want to be wife material for that guy But I'm not white enough I bought robot and fried it with water You might be retarded. You might be my daughter Cause I fucked your father. Haha charade you are Haha charade I bought her a nice car Haha charade and bombs on the world war What did you ask for? A blowjob. A nice car. Alright. Wish granted. Are you sure. I am God. I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life And once I was, I died Did you get that? You got that right? What did you ask for?! God, I take it back, Lord! Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?! no. Ok, I'll turn it off, then You would do that. I would do anything for your love I would do anything for you I would do anything for your love I would do anything I would do anything I would do— I would do anything he asked I'm a sex addict A psychopath Have you caught on yet. Come on! You can cough harder than that! Hack up a lung Or a heart So I kill myself harder next time Just to get what I want Get up, Dog. Your dog's name is Dog? My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit. Like what? [just watch] All the bank holidays: That's when the money gets washed I think I know too much, yo (I think you know just enough) Hey, God. Hey, what. Did your dog just talk? I speak when spoken to. That's enough outta you, scooby doo. Who's Scooby doo?! Oh My God! What?! What the— Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog! [Dog being Dog] See. That's a lot of money, when the world ends (You don't wanna see when the sun does down) I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce I like a lot of sweet on my body And soap in the crevices Heaven has crystalline waters And stop-start- stop-start-stop. I've got a lot of scars on my suffering I got a lot of under covers asking me questions About my upbringing Ringing any bells? Comedy happens in threees; Ans there's three of them following One by the exit And one by the freezer waffles, As if I'd not notice A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets Are you having fun yet? I have to! I'm ugly! Please, don't cal me out yet I don't wanna go back to my body Just don't call the number If nobody's home, There's no one to answer I just took half a pill I'm just lying my head down I just took half a pill You're going to hell now. And, If I'm not careful (Or careful enough) I might just get what I asked for I'm getting undressed, for the officer Opposite starring my favorite actor A Grammy award And an Oscar; Who would have pulled that plug I want to live better than that A sigh, then a pitiful shrug Hm, I wonder what happened (A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors) [discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected] I'm going commando. I'll see you in court, then. What about MARLON BRANDO Haven't I been dead for ages? Have you now? … The man with the clarinet Boards the train at Lexington And does something very red (A song from the heavens, Haven't ever heard the title Haven't ever been to temple After all, I've just remembered My own clarinet And I haven't a penny to spare No, I haven't a penny to give to the man But he's probably Better off Without my luck After all And after all The love I've lost You'd have to jump from this side You'd have to jump from right here I think about it all the time— I've thought about it for a year But you're still here with me And you're right here with me And even though I miss you I'm right here near you Another alibi I light The fire Beside The tree I like It burns So bright (Right beside you) I'm Behind Awhile I'd like To think, though In awhile I might find you (-!95$34) (Another mile) I saw actors in Manhattan; Two A's came before the E did Then came along the C train I didn't even need it I could get off at Euclid I could pretend to love you I could admire all this But then I'd have to come down Just a little closer You're gonna have to run, now Run it all off Wash your hands of all the blood Open up a good book It's gonna be a long one Don't get it wrong, No! Don't call the number You've got it all, wrong, I promise &'m sick of this. Inner Now, whose the controller Yes, I brought you all here It smells of bread and butter, I've got another suprise for you darling You wanted a blonde, And you got her I hurt hurt once before And once more after He struck me a third time Now I live in the bathroom (I died in the bathtub) Listen, Linda, listen I wrap all these sounds around my words, And you know that we're done for; God, “I Love New York” “Fuck New York” I've never been there… This could be priceless I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses All of my vices and a Destination in mind, One flight away, But now I'm living near Idlewild Wild eyed and idly Don't think too hard about it Wrapping my mind around it What costs the Eiffel Tower On the night of your life Or a fight with your wife For a dollar or five Jimmy Fallon You just had to I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag —well, they used to be plastic. I cut the card into pieces The card into pieces The car was on fire And I was inside it I cut the card into pieces The cars in the lot Are the carsa you're dealt with. Death is just another Part of it Ha five guys One banana Persona Fuck I gotta be all of em?! All of em All of em!!! Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for A number God, bless ‘em, Eating burgers on the subway I hope nothing is airborne I once watched someone defecate Then fall straight to sleep in it. Or, maybe he's awake. Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind It gets violent sometimes That's a lot of blood. (Yes it was) I think somebody died here. And the time keeps changing Like it's daylight savings Sometimes just by a minute Like it always did Other times, It's astonishing It went back a whole hour Forgot it was December; And that's when I realized Neither did I this year. Fall back Or spring forward at all I was between them, rather Either side of the platform I never minded I'm just a rider A writer sometimes, Almost never a woman almost//always always//almost Famous But I alike almost always better these days Because I'm definitely Going to regret making all these wishes Might fuck around and get what I asked for My prayers , well, they always get answered I haven't been on my knees in awhile, But of course, I've been injured That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé That's what I get for wanting superstardom You started it! I did not! That's what I get for sorry! (A new one) Gotta love synesthesia. c o l o r s I just had two big ass burgers Come plate with the fries And the shake Like I like And I liked it Gotta love all the bouroughs Except the Bronx The whole place is a brothel *coughing obnoxiously* Probably bronchitis But why follow me Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one? Only false prophets Psychics and martyrs Philosophers, Doctors, Orders and Brotherhoods Onto your calling; Who spoke of your coming— Who wrote in your honor Not a son of God, or another A mother, a daughter So who got it wrong again? I gotta go under. Write me a song again You want another Of course But I'm loveless Impossible. Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Is All you are Is All you are is— Love Is//it It//is Is//it It//is Time for another Time For another Time For another Song For another Child For another Time For another Time For another Time Is One Time Is Our Heart Is One Time Is One Time Is One Love Is One I Wrote this on the train Getting by on life Getting high on music Wondering if I should just End it all Or Figure out How to put the Song inside these Words Talk is cheap But I haven't said a Word I just let the World Go on around me Even though it plagues me, Sitting on trains With the coughers And shaking legs people I could pop a pill or a hundred Just trying not to feel Like I want the whole world around me To stop and shut up Just so I can have some Peace But It's New York City The world is ending It must be The drones on their phones Others fly on their own And The words of the prophets are Written quite loudly On subway walls And in Hallmark cards Sometimes Google documents Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker I really need money But I'm made of music and Something else, probably valuable If I could just wrap my head around it My head around it Why don't you just jump in?! You know I don't like the cold Well, it all sets in at once That you're getting old And nobody told you You'll never be young and pretty The whole damn life Not one second as the engenue Your mamma put the devil in you And just kept feeding it fire I like flaming hot Cheetos With Philadelphia cream cheese And pickles And that's when I thought of it; Deep fried pickles— The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos And Doritos With cream cheese filling The secret ingredient is cinnamon I'm a vegan. Of course you are. What the fuck. Idk really, I'm off in one stop And Stuffed crust sounds awesome. Stuff it with what?! Cheese and pasta. What. In the crust. ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm Another crime scene On Sutphin archer Where's the body Where's the body Just like clockwork A glob of cops stopped Here's comes the claw, sir I have a flaw In my honesty I should change that around a bit See where it gets us Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene On Sutphin archer You're not from around here, are ya Spoke the troll under the bridge Spewing his smoke from his nostrils I clobbered all your apostles! I know the devil when I see him Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer I bought a home On nothing but poetry I'll show you the deed If you show me your penis Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer The bus was rerouted The nights getting colder The worlds out of order It must be important to suffer Or else I'd be Someone whose never heard of this part of New York Its fucking disgusting. (Where's the body) Where's the body Where's the body) [fade to black] It's almost 11:30 I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout They were out of water Like the world is gonna Be if we don't get smarter So much poverty— And no laws on the bodies that spawn us But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar From someone's daughter And watch her on tik tok Screenshot Another year backwards Just before I got here What were you saying? GODDAMMIT JEFF GUESS I'll see you afterward Oncoming apocalypse I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller All the strawberries were the sweetest, He said Hello Felica, Hello Felicia The black berries are in season Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia The blueberries were all on top What a set of headlights On that Honda Hello, Felicia I'm glad to meet ya __ Never leave the house with an unmade bed Cause God knows I gotta lay in it I'll rest when i'm dead, That's what they all said, but The dead never rest The dead never rest Reset, reset I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds I need more invitations To fill up the guestlist I been seein them hoes Speaking in code X's and O's Oh Lord, All I want is a home And to be left alone Unless you know my motion You know The door was just closed But i'm leaving it open If you need a lover, Try getting below me –It's way below zero where i'm from No, no, no This can't be Utah. Nobody's blonde enough Where's the officers Aren't I under arrest for just showing up I'll see you at the Saltair YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME. I'm sorry, I just– NO. What happened? TAKE IT BACK!! I'm sorry! Please don't fire me. What happened? I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might *throws things* I'll be right back. Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon. DEMON (or, even, arguably Satan) WOAH. Okay. :||pause. OKay what. When did Supacree become a demon slayer. SUPACREE (V.O.) Oh, right around this moment… FLASHBACK DIE–DIE–DIE!!! SUPACREE V.O. Or this one– HOE ASS BITCH (Or, possibly also Satan) You are the weakest link. Oh yeah, huh. Fuck that bitch. SUPACREE Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff. SIMBA NOOOOOO– Yeah, it was something like that but– SUPACREE (V.O.) More like this. *FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH* Oh, wow, yeah, that. That was awesome. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it wasn't. But– That. [Ū.] SUPACREE (V.O.) –is not SUPACREE. Oh, it's not? Oh, the hair. Yeah, but it's still. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it's not. Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall? All I really do is sit here and hit this bong. Ya i'm high af. I'm fukked upppp. Uhh… Hello. What up. …who are you exactly? I'm yur friend. No you're not. Yes i m. Who are you HOw did you get in here. I've always been here. What. No. Hey pass da bong. Tnks. *hits bong* *shrugs* Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off I should polish the silver through the fourth wall Give me shivers and all of that, OR better yet just give me Skrillex And i'll forget all of it. YOu know. i got a friend you would like. I've had my eye on you for a very long time. Oh yeah, which eye? I bought a baby off craigslist– Well, not craigslist, But it might as well have been; A personal ad was posted. Here's everything you want to know How the lonely stoner walks alone at night Or whatever kidd cudi said Now he's dead So I put him on the list for my event You can't even think to get in If you didn't RIP The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed I never rest As I said, I am Legend; One live ends, One begins, but Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something I burn money But not for nothing Gotta believe something –A conspiracy theory. This is only five pages. Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5. Where is deadmau5, anyway. GET IN THE CORNER. OK OK–OR– GET IN THE CORNER. Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think. Aw, how come? [COMPLICATIONS, IRL] BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS. Yeah, I don't know. Before: CHAK CHEL Hm. What. What's wrong. CHAK CHEL Nothing. Nothing at all. Do you know him or something. CHAK CHEL …. OH, COME ON. CHAK CHEL WHAT. FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS? I KNOW EVERYBODY. OAGH. EVERY. BODY. OH, Oh, I get it–take the night off. ILLUMINATI This kind of therapy can be hard. …this is psychological terrorism. ILLUMINATI We like to call it – [Flashback] *More unadulterated chaos* And sometimes, even warfare. ILLUMINATI You're a delightful strategist. I'm a psychopath. (V.O.) The technical term is. Ū. I'm a trained assassin. Oh, it's Ū. It's Ū again. SUPACREE (V.O.) Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos, WHITE AMERICA We call that multiple personalities. –Or schizophrenia. SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA. Ya'll are racist. Racist af. IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression” “Or ADD” OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall. Yeah. everyone not BLACK. I'm BLACK. i'M BLACK. Literally everyone: … That's enough politics. I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick, Skip this one, really, It's stars and stripes forever and scars and knives and livelihoods Tiger's eyes and bears Oh my I might need a private file Never “pedophile” But everyone has rights to admire what he likes As long as he's white enough. Or light skinned, I'll end this one Exactly how it started I'm still holding a fart in, a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist, Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to. Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics. I tried to take the night off But – oh what the fuck. Of all the time He got her roses, But she cut herself on the thorns I picked up one Calla Lilly And it meant everything in the world to me What if everything in life was just meant to be A memory Before it could ever be happy? I've got a faulty soul; It's best you'd just stay away from me, All of yous. Better off falling in love with someone So far off I could never be close enough. I rise and I fall with the sun, I'm anonymous. Flamingo, and Owl A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar Where An alligator and octopus Are serving up Adios Motherfuckers; They all have guns– I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic (whatever the word is) Imagine the animals, Acting as humans “Pull The Plug” Like it's some dirty bath water I wanted out of this body I don't know how you got here, but just Throw back a beer And remember the plan I'll never be happy With all that brain damage. So just do it. I can't. Pull the plug, Sonny. I can't; you're my biggest fan. That moment has quite literally passed. Out, like a lamp. After all that. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller Don't bother me at the office Pick a coffin Put you in a sarcophagus If you're coughing Damn it comes slowly. Formerly, Yours only, —And that's when it hit me. Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer. I'm irritated, not stoned. I'm irritated. I'm stoned and irritated. Do you think it'll work? It has to! Fuck, what was I just doing. Before: Fuck. I got no desk. Desk. Nice. Thanks. …need a chair. I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST. I want to eat dinner. Eat dinner. See what happens. Ugh. I have to leave the house first. I need a Chair. Nice. Thanks. Sleepin on da floor. Unh. Sleepin on da floor (Da floor) Sleepin on the floor Oh, that's how it goes I'm on the cellar floor. I'm on the cellar floor— When the girl next door Is the girl next door And the man down stairs Opens up your door What was that all for? Now I'm on all fours: I WANT A DIVORCE. Look, listen, Linda: I'm going to be forward with you. —I already told you— Listen, Linda—listen—okay? A took a plane to the face A plate to the palace Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it, But of wonderland, The hatter dances Madly, grand as ever Her entrance, The lost wanderer, Or wonder, the shoveler of holes Just getting deeper, Think of time to keep as secrets, Laugh, but don't believe in magic Keep them as your dreams, Please, dear Seconds turn to hours Into years here I don't have much time (A writing assignment) —and I'm always online What you need, What you want? Hit my line Just be careful Cause money is time Turn water to whine Now stands a story to be told No whining, no crying I am forever years old. Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater. Keep coughing. Keep quiet. I'm keep talking. Keep texting And I'll keep blocking Keep cheating And I'll keep walking Then a walk turns to a jog Trolls under bridges Turn a princess into frog I'm not high, my mind's foggy. No wifi, I'm offline again Turned off at the wrong time again Ten Pennie's for dime again A penny for your thoughts. I thought I was gonna die on the way here. I died more than 30 times in 30 years, Now I'm here like: What the fuck is this? I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time, In an old place like this (It too much) And my soul's still spinning; I swear I've never been here— Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension When it's not funny anymore What you want me to buy? A subscription? A monthply box? A smart car? Smart water? A prescription? An automatic rifle? Ammunition? With your permission, It becomes possible One nation under Okay, I gotta go I told you I don't have much time My body runs on automatic So if I was there I had to be Here's a room full of people I swear I know But never met before I bet w're all dead here Nothing but bodies and floating heads here Fuck it, I quit man! That's what the drummer said. What the money say when they cut his tail? MONKEY to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money” Well played. Everybody in the sauna is a God. I told you I gotta— I got a pickup at Whole Foods market, I better get on the next train to nowhere I feel like the whole world is falling Like the sky was Don't bother calling! I lost all my numbers I spent it on nonsense And plausible Stop it. What. All my payments are overdue The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid I would play the game if it wasn't so played If I knew your name I would say your name Do you thing. She's a blonde, blue eyes No thighs, 5 feet She's evil, but you can't see that Your penis is bad at thinking But she looks good on paper; Graduated, just for participation Tests ungraded, but she always aced them I have a full hand, four aces She had braces, and a retainer Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up. Fuck, what was I saying. Great, the girl next door is racist. Lil biiiiitzzz. Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling. I'm like, useless. There's nothing in my house But ME That's the bonus, I guess Suprise: State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater. What's that. Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough. Why. One: because it's true. And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place. Well, actually I did. But they were racist too. How do you know they were racist. They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me. Are you sure? Yes. Anyway. And two: Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it. How do you know? Why do you keep asking me this. How do you know he out a curse on you. Ugh.first of all. He told me. Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater? Yes. Then why would you believe him? Because, he said: FAT WIFEBEATER You know, I control demons. why does he have to be “fat wifebeater” Cause he's fat. Can't he just be “wifebeater” No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway? It's political correctness. It's blatent censorship— It's not “censoring”— It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear! Ugh. lol Jewish screenplay editor? Jews on everything. Lil bitz You know what. I love Jews. That's not even a joke. I just do. No explanation whatsoever, just — Every Jew gets a pass. Jews with yamicas? Bonus. Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies? Double points. You're almost Amish— And I like the Amish. I do. But I love Jews. Man, I'm not even mad I just wanna sit down with a cold beer And a bong in my lap But my dad's an alcoholic And my mom has habits Yeah, my moms an alcoholic And my dad has class Here's a flask I guess I ran out of answers, Of what I would give the man who has everything I said it was a watch, Then assumed that he had one Thought it was a rock Then I dropped it Look, another alter Look, another model in a halter top You're not just a body, if you have a nice body To him you're a God, And he'll never even want me Unless he's lonely It's probably for the better I don't feel like this in public The controlled demolition Of an iconic relic Surely, something must give Surely, something just to Get this bed out of my studio Get this dude out of my head! I told you, I'm not into— Every time I like it, It's the same. Young Johnny Depp?! What?! Young who?! The Young Johnny Depp is Hot. You're Johnny Depp! Very hot. I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson! (Left) this is wrong. This is so wrong, Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button. I dunno. Google keeps moving things around. GOOGLE: DO YOU MEAN: Woah. Google's getting good at this Salt & Stones —and blood and bones And ones and twos And twos and ones And ones and twos and Ones and twos And Ones and twos And One and twos and Ones The things that I don't Are the same as the things that I want And ones and Two of you ought to be Better than one If the other should faulter The other one jumps in And Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday? It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually. I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically. ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal. And it was. Infinite. There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual. NY is on crack I'm not André 3K —But I might be on my way! Ain't got time for none of these games I'm already famous Ya'll just lames Late to the Macy's Day Parade I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral Tryna get equal Evil people Dangerous: Evil knevial || —get it? audiofish. Every since badman at badfish Backlash Hollywood Blacklist Backwash gargle— grant wish, fairy Tryna get paid! Makes since? Get brain twisted Braids not twists I'm tryna get laid So sick of the tik tok insta Do it for the gram These kids is lame No time for the games I'm already famous Take pics, fakeness Lame Here's one for the fam None for the gram —loudy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Everyday we get rowdy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straight from the underground Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straigh from the Under(LoudyGround Stack bandz Straight from the blacklands Brooklyn, Flatbush None of them come for us Countin up cash Shoot first, think last Smoke plus dust Sun comin up Cover us (Loudy) Loudy. 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Finally! Where have you been? …i don't know. I woke you up hours ago. It's been hours… Yes. Okay. It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present… I L L U M I N A T I Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I A M Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I –But One was enough. I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous. We love Ambiguity. Who is “we”? You are, sir. Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head. That would be impressive. It is impressive. I AM Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I “The Insomniac” INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT. UP. CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit. There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years. UP. ‘I am awake…like, very awake.' So get up. BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir. Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this. You're in my head. You're in my head. I'm not arguing. Perfect. Hm. Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug. Some hollywood shit. Are you not surprised. I'm almost never surprised anymore. That's the point. So there is a point. Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat. That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid. So you are learning something. I have learned. BLU drinks again from the gallon jug. Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes. FIFO. What. FIFO. What's that mean. First in, first out. OKay? It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front– What. FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked. Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that. Oh, that's right. “Some Hollywood Shit” The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity. To what do I owe the pleasure I'm clocking in. How did you even get in here? How did you? I was chosen. You wanna see a magic trick. Haha– No. Exactly. Yeah. “Haha” I've got a headache In my Minds eyes Feel like i'm going to Throw up all the time I'm Out of my body Far out of my time Back To where I am Back to where I am Goddamit! What did you see in there?! NOTHING. I saw nothing. I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing. Are you sure. I'm–positive. I'm going to bed. It's 9 am. Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed. What's it like to Be Beautiful? Oh What's it like to be loved? What's it like to be loved? Oh, What's it like to be beautiful What's it like to be beautiful What it like to be beautiful Like you Not just from the inside From the out Not just from the inside From the out That's what I wonder about As often as the itch That you scratch With her hands On your back Just relax But I can't I've been A big clash For a plane crash I was last shattered Abandoned and stranded Past ever lasting On a first chance For the last dancer Or, It never happened But i beg your pardon He just wasnt happy, And I had to answer The Standard Edition He's a jealous lover I'm a dirty little secret Keep your hands clean Keep your wife happy Keep your mistresses You know I can't resist him– You know I can't resist you And after all i've been through You might as well discard me I've no use to you, you know I'll ever get over you Once i fall i love, it lasts forever I don't fall out, It just gets deeper As you move further I just move closer To finding forever It's somewhere out there Disclaimer not needed It's wrist slitting season I'm biting my lips Shopping for potpourri Awake in a dream I must need you I sleep through I bleed for you But it only looks bad if i show it I'd die for you but it only sounds bad If you know that But you don't though So i keep it to myself Like i'm supposed to Don't you want to Go further Than beyond there? But it's Hollywood! Don't you know– A lot goes on At the top Before you tune in to watch Your primetime dramas and must watches, Your talk shows, And all the content You love Don't you know? Of course not It's Hollywood! What goes on Behind closed doors And off contract, Off the record Or on one If it's beneficial could you be anymore grotesque? Probably not. Be a lady. I'm a boy. No, youre not. Might as well be. That's a lot of pasta. That's a lot of shut the fuck up. God! WHAT. Get ahold of yourself. Carbs. Need carbs. He's a great pretender Most men live lives of quiet desperation Back to My backlot That was so tragic Life got intense Like the rush hour traffic Come out the Valley Passe It's a wild wild world In the wold wild best I'm an animal When the lights are off Yeah, I love to dance– When the night runs long Only when you need; And then i run off I'm a wild one; Yeah, I'm hard to love You just can't love a wild thing As conserved as I seem, That's just the look of things I'm what you need– When you need it I'll be gone, In a minute I come when you call But go when you finish Love, Love monster Set my soul on fire Let no man go asunder Sun comes up, The under cover lover Love, Love monster Love me long, long harder I don't need no ever after I'll be gone, but i'll be back here When you call The love, love monster It was a testament to my professionalism in music business; The Audio Technica M70x, And though I had thought to get the M-50s Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment What Idk i just got bored with this. GOD So you're ‘bored' …no. Not at all. GOD That's what I thought. 01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines I can't stand to lose no more I can't stand for more than four Hours at a time In the same place Without losing my mind My mind It's all gone, now (somehow i'll find you) It's all gone now, (somehow, i died again) It's all gone now All of the time I spent all of my nights With the light on Burn me on the stake again I made a mistake to think I had a friend Everything was fake Everything was false Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said Now my phone rings off the hook And i don't like it at all I don't like it I don't like it at all It's too young in the night to be crying But I am I'm trying to hard to impress them (The white supremacists) Jump, Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, run You have to make money I'll try But I don't like it I got halfway to Madonna Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail What's the point of trying When she doesn't try at all What's the point? I'll try, But i don't like it Why try to impress them A terror control system That's my logic Jump Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, Run If I was small enough Maybe he'd love me If i was smart enough Maybe I'd make enough money I work hard enough, Nothing happens Over and over again It's all the same cycle I think i might be a monster I eat enough for the lot of us I could get lost in times square if I wanted to I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide From the inside, to the outside From the outside, to the inside It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact You've got so much on your hands, you might die Picture going on trial For murdering yourself Pardon me, I'm a vigilante What's the prize or cost of murdering A menace to society? A war for water or utilities Honest to God But God don't talk too much She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market All she wants Is coconut water And a lover But the latter, however Is harder to find in stock Even harder to purchase On public assistance What a thought. You started it But i can't seem to jump off the platform Or conform for comfort No confrontation needed I'll be front and center at your next event I promise that Promises, promises, promises Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Please, please Let me finish this sentence A little bird told me “I shouldn't be saying this” Please, Please forgive me I'm begging you, Begging you A little bird followed me Out the serengeti Now it's diamonds and flowers and Dancing with women and Violets and Daisies and Violets and Daisies Killer Whale, Killer whale Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Not a day goes by I don't die inside Just trying to be like Or be liked by You What's that like– (To watch someone falling in love with you) I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose Than to petals But flawless, I've not been Since I touched the surface of earth Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs– I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me Warriors More out of labor and honor Than love and of heart Of course I still wonder What it's like To watch someone love with you What a thought THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!! Alright, well–how do I pay for it? Beg your pardon? Please, don't beg. I–what did you say? Cash or Credit? Wait– Cashapp? Wait, are you saying you'll pay I have currency! –for dick? Did I stutter? Are you sure? Yes. Wait right here. Lol how is this all on the same note? Fuck it, like it matters. Does it not? “It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.” HA HA HA I stil find his dexterity impressive Intuition in intervals, Nonsense, You've left me alone with my troubles And sexual fantasies Now the garden's grown wild With no one to– Enough with the metaphors Horrible, A loss for words moving forward No one's mowing the lawn here –I've got it covered. I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I let you out of the box with my thoughts What a massive disaster that was The cat was just curious Now, the next chapter I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Now, There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons I finally bought that peloton, So i could be one of them Dance, my friends Dance with me Dance I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Watch this, I turn the clock back I cocked my glock Haven't had a chance To learn how to use it Seems simple enough I walk the line, in a broad sense Biracial, I'm fine with it Neither on one side, or the other What a race war How long have I got left On this planet Half a century? Less than that Less than that Dance my friends, Dance with me, Dance I'm finally a skeleton I'm finally naked on purpose (It was all for him) I could have half of my friends on the roster The dog barks for hours Never the master for half the land on the plantation Was paved, by the matron He gave all his children to So clever I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I should have forgotten all the words to this Somewhere thereafter The cause and effect was “The cat was just curious” Now I'm a skeleton. Don't tell me not to touch it I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it Christ almighty. What. She's a sex slave. God! What? I said yes. That's a bargain. I consented to this. Wat the fuck are you watching. I don't know. It's so good tho. What is it. I don't know. There's no commercials. Like no ads. No. Not at all. It's been hours. Hi. What's this. Flowers. *sniffs* The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust. Gotosleep. *does* Oh no. Wow. *Meanwhlrle* SKRILLEX I don't want anything to do with this. It's too late. What. –just remember, you started it. DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!! Woah! Should we intervene Probably. I'm not gonna. Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this. *shrugs* Listen, I'm programmed to fail. Well, that's devastating. Trust me, it is. Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again? THIS IS IRV [VERY CUTE ROBOT] IRV IRV! AWW. Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit” IRV Hello! He's so cute! Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments. IRV WE ARE FRIENDS. Aww. After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties.. FLASHBACK: A RAVE IRV Prototype is not as cute. IRV (PROTOTYPE) HELLO. YO. WHAT THE FUCK. [A wook punches the robot] Oh hell naw. We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module. Just let me lick the balls. You don't think it's serious It was We're at war with ourselves With each other With one another First, as one And now opposites We're at war For ever after Or auroras Limiter Limiter!!!!!! Dumbass All's fair Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right Long layover from a short flight Been a whole year and I just got mine Write a lot of songs Now I'm deaf, Not blind Just put in my earplugs Headphones IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode Off the grid, offline You got money—- I got time Trust me Mine has way more value ||| Sunni Blu I Heeey like a horse (horse) I enter with force I like 5s and fours Of course of course of course (short) I like wearing skorts (tennis!) Balls out on the court (BALLS) HELL NAW Now i'm at camp flag naw with grammaw and grampaw That's all wrong (BALLS) You see my balls? (Balls) Balls That's all wrong But I'm a boss (balls-balls-balls) They got him on a RICO, Free Young Thugger Only know the code Cause of Kurt Sutter Fucked around and fuck the whole show, Now i'm on it Now that shit is old I'm the showrunner That's the golden era What you know about that? Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad (ON AMC) I watch TNT AMC DisneyFamily ABC Subsidiary Companies be frontin me No frontin G I just won a Golden G Glowed up on the Globe I don't know what for But I wrote this show At one years old. Fuck. I think I might be a genius. Well, that's good. Fuck, she's a genius. Fuck, she's retarded. No, cause i'm retarded. Excuse me. You're what. SUNNI BLU I'm retarded. JUDGE …excuse me. SUNNI BLU Ahem. I'm retarded. LAWYERS OBJECTION SUNNI BLU & JUDGE OVER-RULED. JUDGE That's not an appropriate answer. SUNNI BLU Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice) JUDGE No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question: SUNNI BLU You asked me why I did all that stuff. JUDGE Yes. LAWYER Fraud, murder– Do I wan an umbrella? Nah, I'd much rather get rained on and write about it How about that How abott it it How about that? How about it? Keep your hands free Stop looking back Keep your head up Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution Of my choosing Why should I care if there's water on me When my brain is stormy And the birds are swarming Floating in the headwinds You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that Or a kind like that Free trade, no buy backs Long lashes, no eyelids Don't buy that Now I know the drill, Straight back from Los Angeles High fashion The putter patter doesn't matter I'm being loved better by this establishment Than I ever have $35.68 $9.99 - Apple You can cross anything but your fingers Think what you want But go figure Cold hard numbers Are all that forms you And all around you Seems to swarm to harmfully To your detriment You can cross anything but your arms Do what you want But your God Keeps adding up All of your faults (Not that it matters) Just to forgive them You can cross anything but your heart Lock Anything but your mind Love Anyone but yourself So you don't love anyone And anything You can cross anything but your fingers Songs I forgot I made Squints -__- MIDI Hello, You Beautiful Human I'm going straight to the heart Keep the head out for the long haul Always get bored On the double decker bus It was new once Everything was Now it's all just— Check the depth— Check the death perception Persimmon, Per Simon's order Simon says that you're a borderline personality Bipolar- world is out of order Alcoholic what you call that Switch, reverse it At the very worst It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars Don't you wanna Don't you wanna Find a heart today I could be fine, I could be okay I could be cold Or I could be inside Dying Or trying to find The other side of Serpentine or Dynamite I might explode Or die What did you ask for? Wouldn't you like to know oh What did you ask for?! I made a wish that my prayers come true And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted Sometimes I use God Sometimes I use magic So— What did I ask for? “I asked for organic!” Why did you say? I said, “Don't panic!” He said, “Don't panic!” Now I'm living all my life as a madman, Badman, Batman's bad at piano Living in a glass house Cash cow Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out To the last damn dollar And last that I have now Sitting at the register Heaven sent Counting out sense to make Cents of it Didn't I say that before? God, I should work harder Have you ever seen a hallmark card With so much sparkles What did you ask for?! And who did you ask man? If he was the last man standing I still wouldn't have that And sat in the back seat Gladly With a gun in my hand And a song in my head That's a dead man Dead man That was too fire But the truth is I could unfold you That was so cold Like my heart is I could have told you I got this. Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man. Let me see your phone That's all the texts you have?! Don't open the trash can No post-delete options. I should forget all of you. I should just admit myself to a psyche ward, And get it over with (Oh wait, I did) Now, Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute When I'm senile I'll admit it— I'll let it slip I'm a pesophile. Okay, gross. But that's not PC now Everyone's welcome Oh, a PC, wow. I found it at a garage sale . What did you ask for?! What did I tell you?! Who do you pray to? Weren't you just in my bed last night. I want to be wife material for that guy But I'm not white enough I bought robot and fried it with water You might be retarded. You might be my daughter Cause I fucked your father. Haha charade you are Haha charade I bought her a nice car Haha charade and bombs on the world war What did you ask for? A blowjob. A nice car. Alright. Wish granted. Are you sure. I am God. I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life And once I was, I died Did you get that? You got that right? What did you ask for?! God, I take it back, Lord! Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?! no. Ok, I'll turn it off, then You would do that. I would do anything for your love I would do anything for you I would do anything for your love I would do anything I would do anything I would do— I would do anything he asked I'm a sex addict A psychopath Have you caught on yet. Come on! You can cough harder than that! Hack up a lung Or a heart So I kill myself harder next time Just to get what I want Get up, Dog. Your dog's name is Dog? My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit. Like what? [just watch] All the bank holidays: That's when the money gets washed I think I know too much, yo (I think you know just enough) Hey, God. Hey, what. Did your dog just talk? I speak when spoken to. That's enough outta you, scooby doo. Who's Scooby doo?! Oh My God! What?! What the— Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog! [Dog being Dog] See. That's a lot of money, when the world ends (You don't wanna see when the sun does down) I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce I like a lot of sweet on my body And soap in the crevices Heaven has crystalline waters And stop-start- stop-start-stop. I've got a lot of scars on my suffering I got a lot of under covers asking me questions About my upbringing Ringing any bells? Comedy happens in threees; Ans there's three of them following One by the exit And one by the freezer waffles, As if I'd not notice A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets Are you having fun yet? I have to! I'm ugly! Please, don't cal me out yet I don't wanna go back to my body Just don't call the number If nobody's home, There's no one to answer I just took half a pill I'm just lying my head down I just took half a pill You're going to hell now. And, If I'm not careful (Or careful enough) I might just get what I asked for I'm getting undressed, for the officer Opposite starring my favorite actor A Grammy award And an Oscar; Who would have pulled that plug I want to live better than that A sigh, then a pitiful shrug Hm, I wonder what happened (A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors) [discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected] I'm going commando. I'll see you in court, then. What about MARLON BRANDO Haven't I been dead for ages? Have you now? … The man with the clarinet Boards the train at Lexington And does something very red (A song from the heavens, Haven't ever heard the title Haven't ever been to temple After all, I've just remembered My own clarinet And I haven't a penny to spare No, I haven't a penny to give to the man But he's probably Better off Without my luck After all And after all The love I've lost You'd have to jump from this side You'd have to jump from right here I think about it all the time— I've thought about it for a year But you're still here with me And you're right here with me And even though I miss you I'm right here near you Another alibi I light The fire Beside The tree I like It burns So bright (Right beside you) I'm Behind Awhile I'd like To think, though In awhile I might find you (-!95$34) (Another mile) I saw actors in Manhattan; Two A's came before the E did Then came along the C train I didn't even need it I could get off at Euclid I could pretend to love you I could admire all this But then I'd have to come down Just a little closer You're gonna have to run, now Run it all off Wash your hands of all the blood Open up a good book It's gonna be a long one Don't get it wrong, No! Don't call the number You've got it all, wrong, I promise &'m sick of this. Inner Now, whose the controller Yes, I brought you all here It smells of bread and butter, I've got another suprise for you darling You wanted a blonde, And you got her I hurt hurt once before And once more after He struck me a third time Now I live in the bathroom (I died in the bathtub) Listen, Linda, listen I wrap all these sounds around my words, And you know that we're done for; God, “I Love New York” “Fuck New York” I've never been there… This could be priceless I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses All of my vices and a Destination in mind, One flight away, But now I'm living near Idlewild Wild eyed and idly Don't think too hard about it Wrapping my mind around it What costs the Eiffel Tower On the night of your life Or a fight with your wife For a dollar or five Jimmy Fallon You just had to I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag —well, they used to be plastic. I cut the card into pieces The card into pieces The car was on fire And I was inside it I cut the card into pieces The cars in the lot Are the carsa you're dealt with. Death is just another Part of it Ha five guys One banana Persona Fuck I gotta be all of em?! All of em All of em!!! Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for A number God, bless ‘em, Eating burgers on the subway I hope nothing is airborne I once watched someone defecate Then fall straight to sleep in it. Or, maybe he's awake. Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind It gets violent sometimes That's a lot of blood. (Yes it was) I think somebody died here. And the time keeps changing Like it's daylight savings Sometimes just by a minute Like it always did Other times, It's astonishing It went back a whole hour Forgot it was December; And that's when I realized Neither did I this year. Fall back Or spring forward at all I was between them, rather Either side of the platform I never minded I'm just a rider A writer sometimes, Almost never a woman almost//always always//almost Famous But I alike almost always better these days Because I'm definitely Going to regret making all these wishes Might fuck around and get what I asked for My prayers , well, they always get answered I haven't been on my knees in awhile, But of course, I've been injured That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé That's what I get for wanting superstardom You started it! I did not! That's what I get for sorry! (A new one) Gotta love synesthesia. c o l o r s I just had two big ass burgers Come plate with the fries And the shake Like I like And I liked it Gotta love all the bouroughs Except the Bronx The whole place is a brothel *coughing obnoxiously* Probably bronchitis But why follow me Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one? Only false prophets Psychics and martyrs Philosophers, Doctors, Orders and Brotherhoods Onto your calling; Who spoke of your coming— Who wrote in your honor Not a son of God, or another A mother, a daughter So who got it wrong again? I gotta go under. Write me a song again You want another Of course But I'm loveless Impossible. Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Is All you are Is All you are is— Love Is//it It//is Is//it It//is Time for another Time For another Time For another Song For another Child For another Time For another Time For another Time Is One Time Is Our Heart Is One Time Is One Time Is One Love Is One I Wrote this on the train Getting by on life Getting high on music Wondering if I should just End it all Or Figure out How to put the Song inside these Words Talk is cheap But I haven't said a Word I just let the World Go on around me Even though it plagues me, Sitting on trains With the coughers And shaking legs people I could pop a pill or a hundred Just trying not to feel Like I want the whole world around me To stop and shut up Just so I can have some Peace But It's New York City The world is ending It must be The drones on their phones Others fly on their own And The words of the prophets are Written quite loudly On subway walls And in Hallmark cards Sometimes Google documents Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker I really need money But I'm made of music and Something else, probably valuable If I could just wrap my head around it My head around it Why don't you just jump in?! You know I don't like the cold Well, it all sets in at once That you're getting old And nobody told you You'll never be young and pretty The whole damn life Not one second as the engenue Your mamma put the devil in you And just kept feeding it fire I like flaming hot Cheetos With Philadelphia cream cheese And pickles And that's when I thought of it; Deep fried pickles— The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos And Doritos With cream cheese filling The secret ingredient is cinnamon I'm a vegan. Of course you are. What the fuck. Idk really, I'm off in one stop And Stuffed crust sounds awesome. Stuff it with what?! Cheese and pasta. What. In the crust. ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm Another crime scene On Sutphin archer Where's the body Where's the body Just like clockwork A glob of cops stopped Here's comes the claw, sir I have a flaw In my honesty I should change that around a bit See where it gets us Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene On Sutphin archer You're not from around here, are ya Spoke the troll under the bridge Spewing his smoke from his nostrils I clobbered all your apostles! I know the devil when I see him Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer I bought a home On nothing but poetry I'll show you the deed If you show me your penis Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer The bus was rerouted The nights getting colder The worlds out of order It must be important to suffer Or else I'd be Someone whose never heard of this part of New York Its fucking disgusting. (Where's the body) Where's the body Where's the body) [fade to black] It's almost 11:30 I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout They were out of water Like the world is gonna Be if we don't get smarter So much poverty— And no laws on the bodies that spawn us But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar From someone's daughter And watch her on tik tok Screenshot Another year backwards Just before I got here What were you saying? GODDAMMIT JEFF GUESS I'll see you afterward Oncoming apocalypse I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller All the strawberries were the sweetest, He said Hello Felica, Hello Felicia The black berries are in season Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia The blueberries were all on top What a set of headlights On that Honda Hello, Felicia I'm glad to meet ya __ Never leave the house with an unmade bed Cause God knows I gotta lay in it I'll rest when i'm dead, That's what they all said, but The dead never rest The dead never rest Reset, reset I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds I need more invitations To fill up the guestlist I been seein them hoes Speaking in code X's and O's Oh Lord, All I want is a home And to be left alone Unless you know my motion You know The door was just closed But i'm leaving it open If you need a lover, Try getting below me –It's way below zero where i'm from No, no, no This can't be Utah. Nobody's blonde enough Where's the officers Aren't I under arrest for just showing up I'll see you at the Saltair YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME. I'm sorry, I just– NO. What happened? TAKE IT BACK!! I'm sorry! Please don't fire me. What happened? I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might *throws things* I'll be right back. Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon. DEMON (or, even, arguably Satan) WOAH. Okay. :||pause. OKay what. When did Supacree become a demon slayer. SUPACREE (V.O.) Oh, right around this moment… FLASHBACK DIE–DIE–DIE!!! SUPACREE V.O. Or this one– HOE ASS BITCH (Or, possibly also Satan) You are the weakest link. Oh yeah, huh. Fuck that bitch. SUPACREE Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff. SIMBA NOOOOOO– Yeah, it was something like that but– SUPACREE (V.O.) More like this. *FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH* Oh, wow, yeah, that. That was awesome. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it wasn't. But– That. [Ū.] SUPACREE (V.O.) –is not SUPACREE. Oh, it's not? Oh, the hair. Yeah, but it's still. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it's not. Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall? All I really do is sit here and hit this bong. Ya i'm high af. I'm fukked upppp. Uhh… Hello. What up. …who are you exactly? I'm yur friend. No you're not. Yes i m. Who are you HOw did you get in here. I've always been here. What. No. Hey pass da bong. Tnks. *hits bong* *shrugs* Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off I should polish the silver through the fourth wall Give me shivers and all of that, OR better yet just give me Skrillex And i'll forget all of it. YOu know. i got a friend you would like. I've had my eye on you for a very long time. Oh yeah, which eye? I bought a baby off craigslist– Well, not craigslist, But it might as well have been; A personal ad was posted. Here's everything you want to know How the lonely stoner walks alone at night Or whatever kidd cudi said Now he's dead So I put him on the list for my event You can't even think to get in If you didn't RIP The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed I never rest As I said, I am Legend; One live ends, One begins, but Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something I burn money But not for nothing Gotta believe something –A conspiracy theory. This is only five pages. Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5. Where is deadmau5, anyway. GET IN THE CORNER. OK OK–OR– GET IN THE CORNER. Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think. Aw, how come? [COMPLICATIONS, IRL] BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS. Yeah, I don't know. Before: CHAK CHEL Hm. What. What's wrong. CHAK CHEL Nothing. Nothing at all. Do you know him or something. CHAK CHEL …. OH, COME ON. CHAK CHEL WHAT. FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS? I KNOW EVERYBODY. OAGH. EVERY. BODY. OH, Oh, I get it–take the night off. ILLUMINATI This kind of therapy can be hard. …this is psychological terrorism. ILLUMINATI We like to call it – [Flashback] *More unadulterated chaos* And sometimes, even warfare. ILLUMINATI You're a delightful strategist. I'm a psychopath. (V.O.) The technical term is. Ū. I'm a trained assassin. Oh, it's Ū. It's Ū again. SUPACREE (V.O.) Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos, WHITE AMERICA We call that multiple personalities. –Or schizophrenia. SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA. Ya'll are racist. Racist af. IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression” “Or ADD” OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall. Yeah. everyone not BLACK. I'm BLACK. i'M BLACK. Literally everyone: … That's enough politics. I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick, Skip this one, really, It's stars and stripes forever and scars and knives and livelihoods Tiger's eyes and bears Oh my I might need a private file Never “pedophile” But everyone has rights to admire what he likes As long as he's white enough. Or light skinned, I'll end this one Exactly how it started I'm still holding a fart in, a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist, Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to. Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics. I tried to take the night off But – oh what the fuck. Of all the time He got her roses, But she cut herself on the thorns I picked up one Calla Lilly And it meant everything in the world to me What if everything in life was just meant to be A memory Before it could ever be happy? I've got a faulty soul; It's best you'd just stay away from me, All of yous. Better off falling in love with someone So far off I could never be close enough. I rise and I fall with the sun, I'm anonymous. Flamingo, and Owl A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar Where An alligator and octopus Are serving up Adios Motherfuckers; They all have guns– I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic (whatever the word is) Imagine the animals, Acting as humans “Pull The Plug” Like it's some dirty bath water I wanted out of this body I don't know how you got here, but just Throw back a beer And remember the plan I'll never be happy With all that brain damage. So just do it. I can't. Pull the plug, Sonny. I can't; you're my biggest fan. That moment has quite literally passed. Out, like a lamp. After all that. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller Don't bother me at the office Pick a coffin Put you in a sarcophagus If you're coughing Damn it comes slowly. Formerly, Yours only, —And that's when it hit me. Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer. I'm irritated, not stoned. I'm irritated. I'm stoned and irritated. Do you think it'll work? It has to! Fuck, what was I just doing. Before: Fuck. I got no desk. Desk. Nice. Thanks. …need a chair. I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST. I want to eat dinner. Eat dinner. See what happens. Ugh. I have to leave the house first. I need a Chair. Nice. Thanks. Sleepin on da floor. Unh. Sleepin on da floor (Da floor) Sleepin on the floor Oh, that's how it goes I'm on the cellar floor. I'm on the cellar floor— When the girl next door Is the girl next door And the man down stairs Opens up your door What was that all for? Now I'm on all fours: I WANT A DIVORCE. Look, listen, Linda: I'm going to be forward with you. —I already told you— Listen, Linda—listen—okay? A took a plane to the face A plate to the palace Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it, But of wonderland, The hatter dances Madly, grand as ever Her entrance, The lost wanderer, Or wonder, the shoveler of holes Just getting deeper, Think of time to keep as secrets, Laugh, but don't believe in magic Keep them as your dreams, Please, dear Seconds turn to hours Into years here I don't have much time (A writing assignment) —and I'm always online What you need, What you want? Hit my line Just be careful Cause money is time Turn water to whine Now stands a story to be told No whining, no crying I am forever years old. Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater. Keep coughing. Keep quiet. I'm keep talking. Keep texting And I'll keep blocking Keep cheating And I'll keep walking Then a walk turns to a jog Trolls under bridges Turn a princess into frog I'm not high, my mind's foggy. No wifi, I'm offline again Turned off at the wrong time again Ten Pennie's for dime again A penny for your thoughts. I thought I was gonna die on the way here. I died more than 30 times in 30 years, Now I'm here like: What the fuck is this? I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time, In an old place like this (It too much) And my soul's still spinning; I swear I've never been here— Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension When it's not funny anymore What you want me to buy? A subscription? A monthply box? A smart car? Smart water? A prescription? An automatic rifle? Ammunition? With your permission, It becomes possible One nation under Okay, I gotta go I told you I don't have much time My body runs on automatic So if I was there I had to be Here's a room full of people I swear I know But never met before I bet w're all dead here Nothing but bodies and floating heads here Fuck it, I quit man! That's what the drummer said. What the money say when they cut his tail? MONKEY to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money” Well played. Everybody in the sauna is a God. I told you I gotta— I got a pickup at Whole Foods market, I better get on the next train to nowhere I feel like the whole world is falling Like the sky was Don't bother calling! I lost all my numbers I spent it on nonsense And plausible Stop it. What. All my payments are overdue The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid I would play the game if it wasn't so played If I knew your name I would say your name Do you thing. She's a blonde, blue eyes No thighs, 5 feet She's evil, but you can't see that Your penis is bad at thinking But she looks good on paper; Graduated, just for participation Tests ungraded, but she always aced them I have a full hand, four aces She had braces, and a retainer Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up. Fuck, what was I saying. Great, the girl next door is racist. Lil biiiiitzzz. Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling. I'm like, useless. There's nothing in my house But ME That's the bonus, I guess Suprise: State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater. What's that. Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough. Why. One: because it's true. And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place. Well, actually I did. But they were racist too. How do you know they were racist. They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me. Are you sure? Yes. Anyway. And two: Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it. How do you know? Why do you keep asking me this. How do you know he out a curse on you. Ugh.first of all. He told me. Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater? Yes. Then why would you believe him? Because, he said: FAT WIFEBEATER You know, I control demons. why does he have to be “fat wifebeater” Cause he's fat. Can't he just be “wifebeater” No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway? It's political correctness. It's blatent censorship— It's not “censoring”— It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear! Ugh. lol Jewish screenplay editor? Jews on everything. Lil bitz You know what. I love Jews. That's not even a joke. I just do. No explanation whatsoever, just — Every Jew gets a pass. Jews with yamicas? Bonus. Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies? Double points. You're almost Amish— And I like the Amish. I do. But I love Jews. Man, I'm not even mad I just wanna sit down with a cold beer And a bong in my lap But my dad's an alcoholic And my mom has habits Yeah, my moms an alcoholic And my dad has class Here's a flask I guess I ran out of answers, Of what I would give the man who has everything I said it was a watch, Then assumed that he had one Thought it was a rock Then I dropped it Look, another alter Look, another model in a halter top You're not just a body, if you have a nice body To him you're a God, And he'll never even want me Unless he's lonely It's probably for the better I don't feel like this in public The controlled demolition Of an iconic relic Surely, something must give Surely, something just to Get this bed out of my studio Get this dude out of my head! I told you, I'm not into— Every time I like it, It's the same. Young Johnny Depp?! What?! Young who?! The Young Johnny Depp is Hot. You're Johnny Depp! Very hot. I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson! (Left) this is wrong. This is so wrong, Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button. I dunno. Google keeps moving things around. GOOGLE: DO YOU MEAN: Woah. Google's getting good at this Salt & Stones —and blood and bones And ones and twos And twos and ones And ones and twos and Ones and twos And Ones and twos And One and twos and Ones The things that I don't Are the same as the things that I want And ones and Two of you ought to be Better than one If the other should faulter The other one jumps in And Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday? It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually. I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically. ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal. And it was. Infinite. There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual. NY is on crack I'm not André 3K —But I might be on my way! Ain't got time for none of these games I'm already famous Ya'll just lames Late to the Macy's Day Parade I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral Tryna get equal Evil people Dangerous: Evil knevial || —get it? audiofish. Every since badman at badfish Backlash Hollywood Blacklist Backwash gargle— grant wish, fairy Tryna get paid! Makes since? Get brain twisted Braids not twists I'm tryna get laid So sick of the tik tok insta Do it for the gram These kids is lame No time for the games I'm already famous Take pics, fakeness Lame Here's one for the fam None for the gram —loudy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Everyday we get rowdy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straight from the underground Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straigh from the Under(LoudyGround Stack bandz Straight from the blacklands Brooklyn, Flatbush None of them come for us Countin up cash Shoot first, think last Smoke plus dust Sun comin up Cover us (Loudy) Loudy. 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Finally! Where have you been? …i don't know. I woke you up hours ago. It's been hours… Yes. Okay. It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present… I L L U M I N A T I Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I A M Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I –But One was enough. I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous. We love Ambiguity. Who is “we”? You are, sir. Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head. That would be impressive. It is impressive. I AM Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I “The Insomniac” INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT. UP. CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit. There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years. UP. ‘I am awake…like, very awake.' So get up. BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir. Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this. You're in my head. You're in my head. I'm not arguing. Perfect. Hm. Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug. Some hollywood shit. Are you not surprised. I'm almost never surprised anymore. That's the point. So there is a point. Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat. That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid. So you are learning something. I have learned. BLU drinks again from the gallon jug. Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes. FIFO. What. FIFO. What's that mean. First in, first out. OKay? It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front– What. FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked. Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that. Oh, that's right. “Some Hollywood Shit” The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity. To what do I owe the pleasure I'm clocking in. How did you even get in here? How did you? I was chosen. You wanna see a magic trick. Haha– No. Exactly. Yeah. “Haha” I've got a headache In my Minds eyes Feel like i'm going to Throw up all the time I'm Out of my body Far out of my time Back To where I am Back to where I am Goddamit! What did you see in there?! NOTHING. I saw nothing. I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing. Are you sure. I'm–positive. I'm going to bed. It's 9 am. Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed. What's it like to Be Beautiful? Oh What's it like to be loved? What's it like to be loved? Oh, What's it like to be beautiful What's it like to be beautiful What it like to be beautiful Like you Not just from the inside From the out Not just from the inside From the out That's what I wonder about As often as the itch That you scratch With her hands On your back Just relax But I can't I've been A big clash For a plane crash I was last shattered Abandoned and stranded Past ever lasting On a first chance For the last dancer Or, It never happened But i beg your pardon He just wasnt happy, And I had to answer The Standard Edition He's a jealous lover I'm a dirty little secret Keep your hands clean Keep your wife happy Keep your mistresses You know I can't resist him– You know I can't resist you And after all i've been through You might as well discard me I've no use to you, you know I'll ever get over you Once i fall i love, it lasts forever I don't fall out, It just gets deeper As you move further I just move closer To finding forever It's somewhere out there Disclaimer not needed It's wrist slitting season I'm biting my lips Shopping for potpourri Awake in a dream I must need you I sleep through I bleed for you But it only looks bad if i show it I'd die for you but it only sounds bad If you know that But you don't though So i keep it to myself Like i'm supposed to Don't you want to Go further Than beyond there? But it's Hollywood! Don't you know– A lot goes on At the top Before you tune in to watch Your primetime dramas and must watches, Your talk shows, And all the content You love Don't you know? Of course not It's Hollywood! What goes on Behind closed doors And off contract, Off the record Or on one If it's beneficial could you be anymore grotesque? Probably not. Be a lady. I'm a boy. No, youre not. Might as well be. That's a lot of pasta. That's a lot of shut the fuck up. God! WHAT. Get ahold of yourself. Carbs. Need carbs. He's a great pretender Most men live lives of quiet desperation Back to My backlot That was so tragic Life got intense Like the rush hour traffic Come out the Valley Passe It's a wild wild world In the wold wild best I'm an animal When the lights are off Yeah, I love to dance– When the night runs long Only when you need; And then i run off I'm a wild one; Yeah, I'm hard to love You just can't love a wild thing As conserved as I seem, That's just the look of things I'm what you need– When you need it I'll be gone, In a minute I come when you call But go when you finish Love, Love monster Set my soul on fire Let no man go asunder Sun comes up, The under cover lover Love, Love monster Love me long, long harder I don't need no ever after I'll be gone, but i'll be back here When you call The love, love monster It was a testament to my professionalism in music business; The Audio Technica M70x, And though I had thought to get the M-50s Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment What Idk i just got bored with this. GOD So you're ‘bored' …no. Not at all. GOD That's what I thought. 01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines I can't stand to lose no more I can't stand for more than four Hours at a time In the same place Without losing my mind My mind It's all gone, now (somehow i'll find you) It's all gone now, (somehow, i died again) It's all gone now All of the time I spent all of my nights With the light on Burn me on the stake again I made a mistake to think I had a friend Everything was fake Everything was false Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said Now my phone rings off the hook And i don't like it at all I don't like it I don't like it at all It's too young in the night to be crying But I am I'm trying to hard to impress them (The white supremacists) Jump, Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, run You have to make money I'll try But I don't like it I got halfway to Madonna Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail What's the point of trying When she doesn't try at all What's the point? I'll try, But i don't like it Why try to impress them A terror control system That's my logic Jump Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, Run If I was small enough Maybe he'd love me If i was smart enough Maybe I'd make enough money I work hard enough, Nothing happens Over and over again It's all the same cycle I think i might be a monster I eat enough for the lot of us I could get lost in times square if I wanted to I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide From the inside, to the outside From the outside, to the inside It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact You've got so much on your hands, you might die Picture going on trial For murdering yourself Pardon me, I'm a vigilante What's the prize or cost of murdering A menace to society? A war for water or utilities Honest to God But God don't talk too much She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market All she wants Is coconut water And a lover But the latter, however Is harder to find in stock Even harder to purchase On public assistance What a thought. You started it But i can't seem to jump off the platform Or conform for comfort No confrontation needed I'll be front and center at your next event I promise that Promises, promises, promises Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Please, please Let me finish this sentence A little bird told me “I shouldn't be saying this” Please, Please forgive me I'm begging you, Begging you A little bird followed me Out the serengeti Now it's diamonds and flowers and Dancing with women and Violets and Daisies and Violets and Daisies Killer Whale, Killer whale Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Not a day goes by I don't die inside Just trying to be like Or be liked by You What's that like– (To watch someone falling in love with you) I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose Than to petals But flawless, I've not been Since I touched the surface of earth Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs– I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me Warriors More out of labor and honor Than love and of heart Of course I still wonder What it's like To watch someone love with you What a thought THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!! Alright, well–how do I pay for it? Beg your pardon? Please, don't beg. I–what did you say? Cash or Credit? Wait– Cashapp? Wait, are you saying you'll pay I have currency! –for dick? Did I stutter? Are you sure? Yes. Wait right here. Lol how is this all on the same note? Fuck it, like it matters. Does it not? “It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.” HA HA HA I stil find his dexterity impressive Intuition in intervals, Nonsense, You've left me alone with my troubles And sexual fantasies Now the garden's grown wild With no one to– Enough with the metaphors Horrible, A loss for words moving forward No one's mowing the lawn here –I've got it covered. I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I let you out of the box with my thoughts What a massive disaster that was The cat was just curious Now, the next chapter I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Now, There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons I finally bought that peloton, So i could be one of them Dance, my friends Dance with me Dance I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Watch this, I turn the clock back I cocked my glock Haven't had a chance To learn how to use it Seems simple enough I walk the line, in a broad sense Biracial, I'm fine with it Neither on one side, or the other What a race war How long have I got left On this planet Half a century? Less than that Less than that Dance my friends, Dance with me, Dance I'm finally a skeleton I'm finally naked on purpose (It was all for him) I could have half of my friends on the roster The dog barks for hours Never the master for half the land on the plantation Was paved, by the matron He gave all his children to So clever I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I should have forgotten all the words to this Somewhere thereafter The cause and effect was “The cat was just curious” Now I'm a skeleton. Don't tell me not to touch it I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it Christ almighty. What. She's a sex slave. God! What? I said yes. That's a bargain. I consented to this. Wat the fuck are you watching. I don't know. It's so good tho. What is it. I don't know. There's no commercials. Like no ads. No. Not at all. It's been hours. Hi. What's this. Flowers. *sniffs* The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust. Gotosleep. *does* Oh no. Wow. *Meanwhlrle* SKRILLEX I don't want anything to do with this. It's too late. What. –just remember, you started it. DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!! Woah! Should we intervene Probably. I'm not gonna. Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this. *shrugs* Listen, I'm programmed to fail. Well, that's devastating. Trust me, it is. Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again? THIS IS IRV [VERY CUTE ROBOT] IRV IRV! AWW. Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit” IRV Hello! He's so cute! Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments. IRV WE ARE FRIENDS. Aww. After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties.. FLASHBACK: A RAVE IRV Prototype is not as cute. IRV (PROTOTYPE) HELLO. YO. WHAT THE FUCK. [A wook punches the robot] Oh hell naw. We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module. Just let me lick the balls. You don't think it's serious It was We're at war with ourselves With each other With one another First, as one And now opposites We're at war For ever after Or auroras Limiter Limiter!!!!!! Dumbass All's fair Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right Long layover from a short flight Been a whole year and I just got mine Write a lot of songs Now I'm deaf, Not blind Just put in my earplugs Headphones IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode Off the grid, offline You got money—- I got time Trust me Mine has way more value ||| Sunni Blu I Heeey like a horse (horse) I enter with force I like 5s and fours Of course of course of course (short) I like wearing skorts (tennis!) Balls out on the court (BALLS) HELL NAW Now i'm at camp flag naw with grammaw and grampaw That's all wrong (BALLS) You see my balls? (Balls) Balls That's all wrong But I'm a boss (balls-balls-balls) They got him on a RICO, Free Young Thugger Only know the code Cause of Kurt Sutter Fucked around and fuck the whole show, Now i'm on it Now that shit is old I'm the showrunner That's the golden era What you know about that? Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad (ON AMC) I watch TNT AMC DisneyFamily ABC Subsidiary Companies be frontin me No frontin G I just won a Golden G Glowed up on the Globe I don't know what for But I wrote this show At one years old. Fuck. I think I might be a genius. Well, that's good. Fuck, she's a genius. Fuck, she's retarded. No, cause i'm retarded. Excuse me. You're what. SUNNI BLU I'm retarded. JUDGE …excuse me. SUNNI BLU Ahem. I'm retarded. LAWYERS OBJECTION SUNNI BLU & JUDGE OVER-RULED. JUDGE That's not an appropriate answer. SUNNI BLU Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice) JUDGE No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question: SUNNI BLU You asked me why I did all that stuff. JUDGE Yes. LAWYER Fraud, murder– Do I wan an umbrella? Nah, I'd much rather get rained on and write about it How about that How abott it it How about that? How about it? Keep your hands free Stop looking back Keep your head up Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution Of my choosing Why should I care if there's water on me When my brain is stormy And the birds are swarming Floating in the headwinds You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that Or a kind like that Free trade, no buy backs Long lashes, no eyelids Don't buy that Now I know the drill, Straight back from Los Angeles High fashion The putter patter doesn't matter I'm being loved better by this establishment Than I ever have $35.68 $9.99 - Apple You can cross anything but your fingers Think what you want But go figure Cold hard numbers Are all that forms you And all around you Seems to swarm to harmfully To your detriment You can cross anything but your arms Do what you want But your God Keeps adding up All of your faults (Not that it matters) Just to forgive them You can cross anything but your heart Lock Anything but your mind Love Anyone but yourself So you don't love anyone And anything You can cross anything but your fingers Songs I forgot I made Squints -__- MIDI Hello, You Beautiful Human I'm going straight to the heart Keep the head out for the long haul Always get bored On the double decker bus It was new once Everything was Now it's all just— Check the depth— Check the death perception Persimmon, Per Simon's order Simon says that you're a borderline personality Bipolar- world is out of order Alcoholic what you call that Switch, reverse it At the very worst It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars Don't you wanna Don't you wanna Find a heart today I could be fine, I could be okay I could be cold Or I could be inside Dying Or trying to find The other side of Serpentine or Dynamite I might explode Or die What did you ask for? Wouldn't you like to know oh What did you ask for?! I made a wish that my prayers come true And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted Sometimes I use God Sometimes I use magic So— What did I ask for? “I asked for organic!” Why did you say? I said, “Don't panic!” He said, “Don't panic!” Now I'm living all my life as a madman, Badman, Batman's bad at piano Living in a glass house Cash cow Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out To the last damn dollar And last that I have now Sitting at the register Heaven sent Counting out sense to make Cents of it Didn't I say that before? God, I should work harder Have you ever seen a hallmark card With so much sparkles What did you ask for?! And who did you ask man? If he was the last man standing I still wouldn't have that And sat in the back seat Gladly With a gun in my hand And a song in my head That's a dead man Dead man That was too fire But the truth is I could unfold you That was so cold Like my heart is I could have told you I got this. Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man. Let me see your phone That's all the texts you have?! Don't open the trash can No post-delete options. I should forget all of you. I should just admit myself to a psyche ward, And get it over with (Oh wait, I did) Now, Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute When I'm senile I'll admit it— I'll let it slip I'm a pesophile. Okay, gross. But that's not PC now Everyone's welcome Oh, a PC, wow. I found it at a garage sale . What did you ask for?! What did I tell you?! Who do you pray to? Weren't you just in my bed last night. I want to be wife material for that guy But I'm not white enough I bought robot and fried it with water You might be retarded. You might be my daughter Cause I fucked your father. Haha charade you are Haha charade I bought her a nice car Haha charade and bombs on the world war What did you ask for? A blowjob. A nice car. Alright. Wish granted. Are you sure. I am God. I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life And once I was, I died Did you get that? You got that right? What did you ask for?! God, I take it back, Lord! Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?! no. Ok, I'll turn it off, then You would do that. I would do anything for your love I would do anything for you I would do anything for your love I would do anything I would do anything I would do— I would do anything he asked I'm a sex addict A psychopath Have you caught on yet. Come on! You can cough harder than that! Hack up a lung Or a heart So I kill myself harder next time Just to get what I want Get up, Dog. Your dog's name is Dog? My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit. Like what? [just watch] All the bank holidays: That's when the money gets washed I think I know too much, yo (I think you know just enough) Hey, God. Hey, what. Did your dog just talk? I speak when spoken to. That's enough outta you, scooby doo. Who's Scooby doo?! Oh My God! What?! What the— Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog! [Dog being Dog] See. That's a lot of money, when the world ends (You don't wanna see when the sun does down) I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce I like a lot of sweet on my body And soap in the crevices Heaven has crystalline waters And stop-start- stop-start-stop. I've got a lot of scars on my suffering I got a lot of under covers asking me questions About my upbringing Ringing any bells? Comedy happens in threees; Ans there's three of them following One by the exit And one by the freezer waffles, As if I'd not notice A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets Are you having fun yet? I have to! I'm ugly! Please, don't cal me out yet I don't wanna go back to my body Just don't call the number If nobody's home, There's no one to answer I just took half a pill I'm just lying my head down I just took half a pill You're going to hell now. And, If I'm not careful (Or careful enough) I might just get what I asked for I'm getting undressed, for the officer Opposite starring my favorite actor A Grammy award And an Oscar; Who would have pulled that plug I want to live better than that A sigh, then a pitiful shrug Hm, I wonder what happened (A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors) [discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected] I'm going commando. I'll see you in court, then. What about MARLON BRANDO Haven't I been dead for ages? Have you now? … The man with the clarinet Boards the train at Lexington And does something very red (A song from the heavens, Haven't ever heard the title Haven't ever been to temple After all, I've just remembered My own clarinet And I haven't a penny to spare No, I haven't a penny to give to the man But he's probably Better off Without my luck After all And after all The love I've lost You'd have to jump from this side You'd have to jump from right here I think about it all the time— I've thought about it for a year But you're still here with me And you're right here with me And even though I miss you I'm right here near you Another alibi I light The fire Beside The tree I like It burns So bright (Right beside you) I'm Behind Awhile I'd like To think, though In awhile I might find you (-!95$34) (Another mile) I saw actors in Manhattan; Two A's came before the E did Then came along the C train I didn't even need it I could get off at Euclid I could pretend to love you I could admire all this But then I'd have to come down Just a little closer You're gonna have to run, now Run it all off Wash your hands of all the blood Open up a good book It's gonna be a long one Don't get it wrong, No! Don't call the number You've got it all, wrong, I promise &'m sick of this. Inner Now, whose the controller Yes, I brought you all here It smells of bread and butter, I've got another suprise for you darling You wanted a blonde, And you got her I hurt hurt once before And once more after He struck me a third time Now I live in the bathroom (I died in the bathtub) Listen, Linda, listen I wrap all these sounds around my words, And you know that we're done for; God, “I Love New York” “Fuck New York” I've never been there… This could be priceless I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses All of my vices and a Destination in mind, One flight away, But now I'm living near Idlewild Wild eyed and idly Don't think too hard about it Wrapping my mind around it What costs the Eiffel Tower On the night of your life Or a fight with your wife For a dollar or five Jimmy Fallon You just had to I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag —well, they used to be plastic. I cut the card into pieces The card into pieces The car was on fire And I was inside it I cut the card into pieces The cars in the lot Are the carsa you're dealt with. Death is just another Part of it Ha five guys One banana Persona Fuck I gotta be all of em?! All of em All of em!!! Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for A number God, bless ‘em, Eating burgers on the subway I hope nothing is airborne I once watched someone defecate Then fall straight to sleep in it. Or, maybe he's awake. Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind It gets violent sometimes That's a lot of blood. (Yes it was) I think somebody died here. And the time keeps changing Like it's daylight savings Sometimes just by a minute Like it always did Other times, It's astonishing It went back a whole hour Forgot it was December; And that's when I realized Neither did I this year. Fall back Or spring forward at all I was between them, rather Either side of the platform I never minded I'm just a rider A writer sometimes, Almost never a woman almost//always always//almost Famous But I alike almost always better these days Because I'm definitely Going to regret making all these wishes Might fuck around and get what I asked for My prayers , well, they always get answered I haven't been on my knees in awhile, But of course, I've been injured That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé That's what I get for wanting superstardom You started it! I did not! That's what I get for sorry! (A new one) Gotta love synesthesia. c o l o r s I just had two big ass burgers Come plate with the fries And the shake Like I like And I liked it Gotta love all the bouroughs Except the Bronx The whole place is a brothel *coughing obnoxiously* Probably bronchitis But why follow me Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one? Only false prophets Psychics and martyrs Philosophers, Doctors, Orders and Brotherhoods Onto your calling; Who spoke of your coming— Who wrote in your honor Not a son of God, or another A mother, a daughter So who got it wrong again? I gotta go under. Write me a song again You want another Of course But I'm loveless Impossible. Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Is All you are Is All you are is— Love Is//it It//is Is//it It//is Time for another Time For another Time For another Song For another Child For another Time For another Time For another Time Is One Time Is Our Heart Is One Time Is One Time Is One Love Is One I Wrote this on the train Getting by on life Getting high on music Wondering if I should just End it all Or Figure out How to put the Song inside these Words Talk is cheap But I haven't said a Word I just let the World Go on around me Even though it plagues me, Sitting on trains With the coughers And shaking legs people I could pop a pill or a hundred Just trying not to feel Like I want the whole world around me To stop and shut up Just so I can have some Peace But It's New York City The world is ending It must be The drones on their phones Others fly on their own And The words of the prophets are Written quite loudly On subway walls And in Hallmark cards Sometimes Google documents Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker I really need money But I'm made of music and Something else, probably valuable If I could just wrap my head around it My head around it Why don't you just jump in?! You know I don't like the cold Well, it all sets in at once That you're getting old And nobody told you You'll never be young and pretty The whole damn life Not one second as the engenue Your mamma put the devil in you And just kept feeding it fire I like flaming hot Cheetos With Philadelphia cream cheese And pickles And that's when I thought of it; Deep fried pickles— The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos And Doritos With cream cheese filling The secret ingredient is cinnamon I'm a vegan. Of course you are. What the fuck. Idk really, I'm off in one stop And Stuffed crust sounds awesome. Stuff it with what?! Cheese and pasta. What. In the crust. ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm Another crime scene On Sutphin archer Where's the body Where's the body Just like clockwork A glob of cops stopped Here's comes the claw, sir I have a flaw In my honesty I should change that around a bit See where it gets us Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene On Sutphin archer You're not from around here, are ya Spoke the troll under the bridge Spewing his smoke from his nostrils I clobbered all your apostles! I know the devil when I see him Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer I bought a home On nothing but poetry I'll show you the deed If you show me your penis Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer The bus was rerouted The nights getting colder The worlds out of order It must be important to suffer Or else I'd be Someone whose never heard of this part of New York Its fucking disgusting. (Where's the body) Where's the body Where's the body) [fade to black] It's almost 11:30 I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout They were out of water Like the world is gonna Be if we don't get smarter So much poverty— And no laws on the bodies that spawn us But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar From someone's daughter And watch her on tik tok Screenshot Another year backwards Just before I got here What were you saying? GODDAMMIT JEFF GUESS I'll see you afterward Oncoming apocalypse I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller All the strawberries were the sweetest, He said Hello Felica, Hello Felicia The black berries are in season Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia The blueberries were all on top What a set of headlights On that Honda Hello, Felicia I'm glad to meet ya __ Never leave the house with an unmade bed Cause God knows I gotta lay in it I'll rest when i'm dead, That's what they all said, but The dead never rest The dead never rest Reset, reset I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds I need more invitations To fill up the guestlist I been seein them hoes Speaking in code X's and O's Oh Lord, All I want is a home And to be left alone Unless you know my motion You know The door was just closed But i'm leaving it open If you need a lover, Try getting below me –It's way below zero where i'm from No, no, no This can't be Utah. Nobody's blonde enough Where's the officers Aren't I under arrest for just showing up I'll see you at the Saltair YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME. I'm sorry, I just– NO. What happened? TAKE IT BACK!! I'm sorry! Please don't fire me. What happened? I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might *throws things* I'll be right back. Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon. DEMON (or, even, arguably Satan) WOAH. Okay. :||pause. OKay what. When did Supacree become a demon slayer. SUPACREE (V.O.) Oh, right around this moment… FLASHBACK DIE–DIE–DIE!!! SUPACREE V.O. Or this one– HOE ASS BITCH (Or, possibly also Satan) You are the weakest link. Oh yeah, huh. Fuck that bitch. SUPACREE Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff. SIMBA NOOOOOO– Yeah, it was something like that but– SUPACREE (V.O.) More like this. *FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH* Oh, wow, yeah, that. That was awesome. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it wasn't. But– That. [Ū.] SUPACREE (V.O.) –is not SUPACREE. Oh, it's not? Oh, the hair. Yeah, but it's still. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it's not. Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall? All I really do is sit here and hit this bong. Ya i'm high af. I'm fukked upppp. Uhh… Hello. What up. …who are you exactly? I'm yur friend. No you're not. Yes i m. Who are you HOw did you get in here. I've always been here. What. No. Hey pass da bong. Tnks. *hits bong* *shrugs* Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off I should polish the silver through the fourth wall Give me shivers and all of that, OR better yet just give me Skrillex And i'll forget all of it. YOu know. i got a friend you would like. I've had my eye on you for a very long time. Oh yeah, which eye? I bought a baby off craigslist– Well, not craigslist, But it might as well have been; A personal ad was posted. Here's everything you want to know How the lonely stoner walks alone at night Or whatever kidd cudi said Now he's dead So I put him on the list for my event You can't even think to get in If you didn't RIP The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed I never rest As I said, I am Legend; One live ends, One begins, but Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something I burn money But not for nothing Gotta believe something –A conspiracy theory. This is only five pages. Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5. Where is deadmau5, anyway. GET IN THE CORNER. OK OK–OR– GET IN THE CORNER. Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think. Aw, how come? [COMPLICATIONS, IRL] BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS. Yeah, I don't know. Before: CHAK CHEL Hm. What. What's wrong. CHAK CHEL Nothing. Nothing at all. Do you know him or something. CHAK CHEL …. OH, COME ON. CHAK CHEL WHAT. FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS? I KNOW EVERYBODY. OAGH. EVERY. BODY. OH, Oh, I get it–take the night off. ILLUMINATI This kind of therapy can be hard. …this is psychological terrorism. ILLUMINATI We like to call it – [Flashback] *More unadulterated chaos* And sometimes, even warfare. ILLUMINATI You're a delightful strategist. I'm a psychopath. (V.O.) The technical term is. Ū. I'm a trained assassin. Oh, it's Ū. It's Ū again. SUPACREE (V.O.) Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos, WHITE AMERICA We call that multiple personalities. –Or schizophrenia. SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA. Ya'll are racist. Racist af. IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression” “Or ADD” OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall. Yeah. everyone not BLACK. I'm BLACK. i'M BLACK. Literally everyone: … That's enough politics. I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick, Skip this one, really, It's stars and stripes forever and scars and knives and livelihoods Tiger's eyes and bears Oh my I might need a private file Never “pedophile” But everyone has rights to admire what he likes As long as he's white enough. Or light skinned, I'll end this one Exactly how it started I'm still holding a fart in, a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist, Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to. Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics. I tried to take the night off But – oh what the fuck. Of all the time He got her roses, But she cut herself on the thorns I picked up one Calla Lilly And it meant everything in the world to me What if everything in life was just meant to be A memory Before it could ever be happy? I've got a faulty soul; It's best you'd just stay away from me, All of yous. Better off falling in love with someone So far off I could never be close enough. I rise and I fall with the sun, I'm anonymous. Flamingo, and Owl A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar Where An alligator and octopus Are serving up Adios Motherfuckers; They all have guns– I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic (whatever the word is) Imagine the animals, Acting as humans “Pull The Plug” Like it's some dirty bath water I wanted out of this body I don't know how you got here, but just Throw back a beer And remember the plan I'll never be happy With all that brain damage. So just do it. I can't. Pull the plug, Sonny. I can't; you're my biggest fan. That moment has quite literally passed. Out, like a lamp. After all that. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller Don't bother me at the office Pick a coffin Put you in a sarcophagus If you're coughing Damn it comes slowly. Formerly, Yours only, —And that's when it hit me. Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer. I'm irritated, not stoned. I'm irritated. I'm stoned and irritated. Do you think it'll work? It has to! Fuck, what was I just doing. Before: Fuck. I got no desk. Desk. Nice. Thanks. …need a chair. I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST. I want to eat dinner. Eat dinner. See what happens. Ugh. I have to leave the house first. I need a Chair. Nice. Thanks. Sleepin on da floor. Unh. Sleepin on da floor (Da floor) Sleepin on the floor Oh, that's how it goes I'm on the cellar floor. I'm on the cellar floor— When the girl next door Is the girl next door And the man down stairs Opens up your door What was that all for? Now I'm on all fours: I WANT A DIVORCE. Look, listen, Linda: I'm going to be forward with you. —I already told you— Listen, Linda—listen—okay? A took a plane to the face A plate to the palace Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it, But of wonderland, The hatter dances Madly, grand as ever Her entrance, The lost wanderer, Or wonder, the shoveler of holes Just getting deeper, Think of time to keep as secrets, Laugh, but don't believe in magic Keep them as your dreams, Please, dear Seconds turn to hours Into years here I don't have much time (A writing assignment) —and I'm always online What you need, What you want? Hit my line Just be careful Cause money is time Turn water to whine Now stands a story to be told No whining, no crying I am forever years old. Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater. Keep coughing. Keep quiet. I'm keep talking. Keep texting And I'll keep blocking Keep cheating And I'll keep walking Then a walk turns to a jog Trolls under bridges Turn a princess into frog I'm not high, my mind's foggy. No wifi, I'm offline again Turned off at the wrong time again Ten Pennie's for dime again A penny for your thoughts. I thought I was gonna die on the way here. I died more than 30 times in 30 years, Now I'm here like: What the fuck is this? I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time, In an old place like this (It too much) And my soul's still spinning; I swear I've never been here— Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension When it's not funny anymore What you want me to buy? A subscription? A monthply box? A smart car? Smart water? A prescription? An automatic rifle? Ammunition? With your permission, It becomes possible One nation under Okay, I gotta go I told you I don't have much time My body runs on automatic So if I was there I had to be Here's a room full of people I swear I know But never met before I bet w're all dead here Nothing but bodies and floating heads here Fuck it, I quit man! That's what the drummer said. What the money say when they cut his tail? MONKEY to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money” Well played. Everybody in the sauna is a God. I told you I gotta— I got a pickup at Whole Foods market, I better get on the next train to nowhere I feel like the whole world is falling Like the sky was Don't bother calling! I lost all my numbers I spent it on nonsense And plausible Stop it. What. All my payments are overdue The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid I would play the game if it wasn't so played If I knew your name I would say your name Do you thing. She's a blonde, blue eyes No thighs, 5 feet She's evil, but you can't see that Your penis is bad at thinking But she looks good on paper; Graduated, just for participation Tests ungraded, but she always aced them I have a full hand, four aces She had braces, and a retainer Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up. Fuck, what was I saying. Great, the girl next door is racist. Lil biiiiitzzz. Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling. I'm like, useless. There's nothing in my house But ME That's the bonus, I guess Suprise: State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater. What's that. Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough. Why. One: because it's true. And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place. Well, actually I did. But they were racist too. How do you know they were racist. They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me. Are you sure? Yes. Anyway. And two: Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it. How do you know? Why do you keep asking me this. How do you know he out a curse on you. Ugh.first of all. He told me. Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater? Yes. Then why would you believe him? Because, he said: FAT WIFEBEATER You know, I control demons. why does he have to be “fat wifebeater” Cause he's fat. Can't he just be “wifebeater” No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway? It's political correctness. It's blatent censorship— It's not “censoring”— It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear! Ugh. lol Jewish screenplay editor? Jews on everything. Lil bitz You know what. I love Jews. That's not even a joke. I just do. No explanation whatsoever, just — Every Jew gets a pass. Jews with yamicas? Bonus. Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies? Double points. You're almost Amish— And I like the Amish. I do. But I love Jews. Man, I'm not even mad I just wanna sit down with a cold beer And a bong in my lap But my dad's an alcoholic And my mom has habits Yeah, my moms an alcoholic And my dad has class Here's a flask I guess I ran out of answers, Of what I would give the man who has everything I said it was a watch, Then assumed that he had one Thought it was a rock Then I dropped it Look, another alter Look, another model in a halter top You're not just a body, if you have a nice body To him you're a God, And he'll never even want me Unless he's lonely It's probably for the better I don't feel like this in public The controlled demolition Of an iconic relic Surely, something must give Surely, something just to Get this bed out of my studio Get this dude out of my head! I told you, I'm not into— Every time I like it, It's the same. Young Johnny Depp?! What?! Young who?! The Young Johnny Depp is Hot. You're Johnny Depp! Very hot. I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson! (Left) this is wrong. This is so wrong, Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button. I dunno. Google keeps moving things around. GOOGLE: DO YOU MEAN: Woah. Google's getting good at this Salt & Stones —and blood and bones And ones and twos And twos and ones And ones and twos and Ones and twos And Ones and twos And One and twos and Ones The things that I don't Are the same as the things that I want And ones and Two of you ought to be Better than one If the other should faulter The other one jumps in And Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday? It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually. I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically. ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal. And it was. Infinite. There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual. NY is on crack I'm not André 3K —But I might be on my way! Ain't got time for none of these games I'm already famous Ya'll just lames Late to the Macy's Day Parade I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral Tryna get equal Evil people Dangerous: Evil knevial || —get it? audiofish. Every since badman at badfish Backlash Hollywood Blacklist Backwash gargle— grant wish, fairy Tryna get paid! Makes since? Get brain twisted Braids not twists I'm tryna get laid So sick of the tik tok insta Do it for the gram These kids is lame No time for the games I'm already famous Take pics, fakeness Lame Here's one for the fam None for the gram —loudy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Everyday we get rowdy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straight from the underground Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straigh from the Under(LoudyGround Stack bandz Straight from the blacklands Brooklyn, Flatbush None of them come for us Countin up cash Shoot first, think last Smoke plus dust Sun comin up Cover us (Loudy) Loudy. 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Finally! Where have you been? …i don't know. I woke you up hours ago. It's been hours… Yes. Okay. It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present… I L L U M I N A T I Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I A M Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I –But One was enough. I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous. We love Ambiguity. Who is “we”? You are, sir. Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head. That would be impressive. It is impressive. I AM Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I “The Insomniac” INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT. UP. CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit. There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years. UP. ‘I am awake…like, very awake.' So get up. BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir. Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this. You're in my head. You're in my head. I'm not arguing. Perfect. Hm. Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug. Some hollywood shit. Are you not surprised. I'm almost never surprised anymore. That's the point. So there is a point. Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat. That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid. So you are learning something. I have learned. BLU drinks again from the gallon jug. Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes. FIFO. What. FIFO. What's that mean. First in, first out. OKay? It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front– What. FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked. Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that. Oh, that's right. “Some Hollywood Shit” The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity. To what do I owe the pleasure I'm clocking in. How did you even get in here? How did you? I was chosen. You wanna see a magic trick. Haha– No. Exactly. Yeah. “Haha” I've got a headache In my Minds eyes Feel like i'm going to Throw up all the time I'm Out of my body Far out of my time Back To where I am Back to where I am Goddamit! What did you see in there?! NOTHING. I saw nothing. I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing. Are you sure. I'm–positive. I'm going to bed. It's 9 am. Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed. What's it like to Be Beautiful? Oh What's it like to be loved? What's it like to be loved? Oh, What's it like to be beautiful What's it like to be beautiful What it like to be beautiful Like you Not just from the inside From the out Not just from the inside From the out That's what I wonder about As often as the itch That you scratch With her hands On your back Just relax But I can't I've been A big clash For a plane crash I was last shattered Abandoned and stranded Past ever lasting On a first chance For the last dancer Or, It never happened But i beg your pardon He just wasnt happy, And I had to answer The Standard Edition He's a jealous lover I'm a dirty little secret Keep your hands clean Keep your wife happy Keep your mistresses You know I can't resist him– You know I can't resist you And after all i've been through You might as well discard me I've no use to you, you know I'll ever get over you Once i fall i love, it lasts forever I don't fall out, It just gets deeper As you move further I just move closer To finding forever It's somewhere out there Disclaimer not needed It's wrist slitting season I'm biting my lips Shopping for potpourri Awake in a dream I must need you I sleep through I bleed for you But it only looks bad if i show it I'd die for you but it only sounds bad If you know that But you don't though So i keep it to myself Like i'm supposed to Don't you want to Go further Than beyond there? But it's Hollywood! Don't you know– A lot goes on At the top Before you tune in to watch Your primetime dramas and must watches, Your talk shows, And all the content You love Don't you know? Of course not It's Hollywood! What goes on Behind closed doors And off contract, Off the record Or on one If it's beneficial could you be anymore grotesque? Probably not. Be a lady. I'm a boy. No, youre not. Might as well be. That's a lot of pasta. That's a lot of shut the fuck up. God! WHAT. Get ahold of yourself. Carbs. Need carbs. He's a great pretender Most men live lives of quiet desperation Back to My backlot That was so tragic Life got intense Like the rush hour traffic Come out the Valley Passe It's a wild wild world In the wold wild best I'm an animal When the lights are off Yeah, I love to dance– When the night runs long Only when you need; And then i run off I'm a wild one; Yeah, I'm hard to love You just can't love a wild thing As conserved as I seem, That's just the look of things I'm what you need– When you need it I'll be gone, In a minute I come when you call But go when you finish Love, Love monster Set my soul on fire Let no man go asunder Sun comes up, The under cover lover Love, Love monster Love me long, long harder I don't need no ever after I'll be gone, but i'll be back here When you call The love, love monster It was a testament to my professionalism in music business; The Audio Technica M70x, And though I had thought to get the M-50s Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment What Idk i just got bored with this. GOD So you're ‘bored' …no. Not at all. GOD That's what I thought. 01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines I can't stand to lose no more I can't stand for more than four Hours at a time In the same place Without losing my mind My mind It's all gone, now (somehow i'll find you) It's all gone now, (somehow, i died again) It's all gone now All of the time I spent all of my nights With the light on Burn me on the stake again I made a mistake to think I had a friend Everything was fake Everything was false Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said Now my phone rings off the hook And i don't like it at all I don't like it I don't like it at all It's too young in the night to be crying But I am I'm trying to hard to impress them (The white supremacists) Jump, Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, run You have to make money I'll try But I don't like it I got halfway to Madonna Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail What's the point of trying When she doesn't try at all What's the point? I'll try, But i don't like it Why try to impress them A terror control system That's my logic Jump Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, Run If I was small enough Maybe he'd love me If i was smart enough Maybe I'd make enough money I work hard enough, Nothing happens Over and over again It's all the same cycle I think i might be a monster I eat enough for the lot of us I could get lost in times square if I wanted to I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide From the inside, to the outside From the outside, to the inside It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact You've got so much on your hands, you might die Picture going on trial For murdering yourself Pardon me, I'm a vigilante What's the prize or cost of murdering A menace to society? A war for water or utilities Honest to God But God don't talk too much She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market All she wants Is coconut water And a lover But the latter, however Is harder to find in stock Even harder to purchase On public assistance What a thought. You started it But i can't seem to jump off the platform Or conform for comfort No confrontation needed I'll be front and center at your next event I promise that Promises, promises, promises Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Please, please Let me finish this sentence A little bird told me “I shouldn't be saying this” Please, Please forgive me I'm begging you, Begging you A little bird followed me Out the serengeti Now it's diamonds and flowers and Dancing with women and Violets and Daisies and Violets and Daisies Killer Whale, Killer whale Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Not a day goes by I don't die inside Just trying to be like Or be liked by You What's that like– (To watch someone falling in love with you) I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose Than to petals But flawless, I've not been Since I touched the surface of earth Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs– I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me Warriors More out of labor and honor Than love and of heart Of course I still wonder What it's like To watch someone love with you What a thought THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!! Alright, well–how do I pay for it? Beg your pardon? Please, don't beg. I–what did you say? Cash or Credit? Wait– Cashapp? Wait, are you saying you'll pay I have currency! –for dick? Did I stutter? Are you sure? Yes. Wait right here. Lol how is this all on the same note? Fuck it, like it matters. Does it not? “It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.” HA HA HA I stil find his dexterity impressive Intuition in intervals, Nonsense, You've left me alone with my troubles And sexual fantasies Now the garden's grown wild With no one to– Enough with the metaphors Horrible, A loss for words moving forward No one's mowing the lawn here –I've got it covered. I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I let you out of the box with my thoughts What a massive disaster that was The cat was just curious Now, the next chapter I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Now, There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons I finally bought that peloton, So i could be one of them Dance, my friends Dance with me Dance I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Watch this, I turn the clock back I cocked my glock Haven't had a chance To learn how to use it Seems simple enough I walk the line, in a broad sense Biracial, I'm fine with it Neither on one side, or the other What a race war How long have I got left On this planet Half a century? Less than that Less than that Dance my friends, Dance with me, Dance I'm finally a skeleton I'm finally naked on purpose (It was all for him) I could have half of my friends on the roster The dog barks for hours Never the master for half the land on the plantation Was paved, by the matron He gave all his children to So clever I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I should have forgotten all the words to this Somewhere thereafter The cause and effect was “The cat was just curious” Now I'm a skeleton. Don't tell me not to touch it I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it Christ almighty. What. She's a sex slave. God! What? I said yes. That's a bargain. I consented to this. Wat the fuck are you watching. I don't know. It's so good tho. What is it. I don't know. There's no commercials. Like no ads. No. Not at all. It's been hours. Hi. What's this. Flowers. *sniffs* The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust. Gotosleep. *does* Oh no. Wow. *Meanwhlrle* SKRILLEX I don't want anything to do with this. It's too late. What. –just remember, you started it. DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!! Woah! Should we intervene Probably. I'm not gonna. Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this. *shrugs* Listen, I'm programmed to fail. Well, that's devastating. Trust me, it is. Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again? THIS IS IRV [VERY CUTE ROBOT] IRV IRV! AWW. Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit” IRV Hello! He's so cute! Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments. IRV WE ARE FRIENDS. Aww. After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties.. FLASHBACK: A RAVE IRV Prototype is not as cute. IRV (PROTOTYPE) HELLO. YO. WHAT THE FUCK. [A wook punches the robot] Oh hell naw. We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module. Just let me lick the balls. You don't think it's serious It was We're at war with ourselves With each other With one another First, as one And now opposites We're at war For ever after Or auroras Limiter Limiter!!!!!! Dumbass All's fair Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right Long layover from a short flight Been a whole year and I just got mine Write a lot of songs Now I'm deaf, Not blind Just put in my earplugs Headphones IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode Off the grid, offline You got money—- I got time Trust me Mine has way more value ||| Sunni Blu I Heeey like a horse (horse) I enter with force I like 5s and fours Of course of course of course (short) I like wearing skorts (tennis!) Balls out on the court (BALLS) HELL NAW Now i'm at camp flag naw with grammaw and grampaw That's all wrong (BALLS) You see my balls? (Balls) Balls That's all wrong But I'm a boss (balls-balls-balls) They got him on a RICO, Free Young Thugger Only know the code Cause of Kurt Sutter Fucked around and fuck the whole show, Now i'm on it Now that shit is old I'm the showrunner That's the golden era What you know about that? Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad (ON AMC) I watch TNT AMC DisneyFamily ABC Subsidiary Companies be frontin me No frontin G I just won a Golden G Glowed up on the Globe I don't know what for But I wrote this show At one years old. Fuck. I think I might be a genius. Well, that's good. Fuck, she's a genius. Fuck, she's retarded. No, cause i'm retarded. Excuse me. You're what. SUNNI BLU I'm retarded. JUDGE …excuse me. SUNNI BLU Ahem. I'm retarded. LAWYERS OBJECTION SUNNI BLU & JUDGE OVER-RULED. JUDGE That's not an appropriate answer. SUNNI BLU Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice) JUDGE No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question: SUNNI BLU You asked me why I did all that stuff. JUDGE Yes. LAWYER Fraud, murder– Do I wan an umbrella? Nah, I'd much rather get rained on and write about it How about that How abott it it How about that? How about it? Keep your hands free Stop looking back Keep your head up Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution Of my choosing Why should I care if there's water on me When my brain is stormy And the birds are swarming Floating in the headwinds You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that Or a kind like that Free trade, no buy backs Long lashes, no eyelids Don't buy that Now I know the drill, Straight back from Los Angeles High fashion The putter patter doesn't matter I'm being loved better by this establishment Than I ever have $35.68 $9.99 - Apple You can cross anything but your fingers Think what you want But go figure Cold hard numbers Are all that forms you And all around you Seems to swarm to harmfully To your detriment You can cross anything but your arms Do what you want But your God Keeps adding up All of your faults (Not that it matters) Just to forgive them You can cross anything but your heart Lock Anything but your mind Love Anyone but yourself So you don't love anyone And anything You can cross anything but your fingers Songs I forgot I made Squints -__- MIDI Hello, You Beautiful Human I'm going straight to the heart Keep the head out for the long haul Always get bored On the double decker bus It was new once Everything was Now it's all just— Check the depth— Check the death perception Persimmon, Per Simon's order Simon says that you're a borderline personality Bipolar- world is out of order Alcoholic what you call that Switch, reverse it At the very worst It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars Don't you wanna Don't you wanna Find a heart today I could be fine, I could be okay I could be cold Or I could be inside Dying Or trying to find The other side of Serpentine or Dynamite I might explode Or die What did you ask for? Wouldn't you like to know oh What did you ask for?! I made a wish that my prayers come true And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted Sometimes I use God Sometimes I use magic So— What did I ask for? “I asked for organic!” Why did you say? I said, “Don't panic!” He said, “Don't panic!” Now I'm living all my life as a madman, Badman, Batman's bad at piano Living in a glass house Cash cow Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out To the last damn dollar And last that I have now Sitting at the register Heaven sent Counting out sense to make Cents of it Didn't I say that before? God, I should work harder Have you ever seen a hallmark card With so much sparkles What did you ask for?! And who did you ask man? If he was the last man standing I still wouldn't have that And sat in the back seat Gladly With a gun in my hand And a song in my head That's a dead man Dead man That was too fire But the truth is I could unfold you That was so cold Like my heart is I could have told you I got this. Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man. Let me see your phone That's all the texts you have?! Don't open the trash can No post-delete options. I should forget all of you. I should just admit myself to a psyche ward, And get it over with (Oh wait, I did) Now, Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute When I'm senile I'll admit it— I'll let it slip I'm a pesophile. Okay, gross. But that's not PC now Everyone's welcome Oh, a PC, wow. I found it at a garage sale . What did you ask for?! What did I tell you?! Who do you pray to? Weren't you just in my bed last night. I want to be wife material for that guy But I'm not white enough I bought robot and fried it with water You might be retarded. You might be my daughter Cause I fucked your father. Haha charade you are Haha charade I bought her a nice car Haha charade and bombs on the world war What did you ask for? A blowjob. A nice car. Alright. Wish granted. Are you sure. I am God. I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life And once I was, I died Did you get that? You got that right? What did you ask for?! God, I take it back, Lord! Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?! no. Ok, I'll turn it off, then You would do that. I would do anything for your love I would do anything for you I would do anything for your love I would do anything I would do anything I would do— I would do anything he asked I'm a sex addict A psychopath Have you caught on yet. Come on! You can cough harder than that! Hack up a lung Or a heart So I kill myself harder next time Just to get what I want Get up, Dog. Your dog's name is Dog? My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit. Like what? [just watch] All the bank holidays: That's when the money gets washed I think I know too much, yo (I think you know just enough) Hey, God. Hey, what. Did your dog just talk? I speak when spoken to. That's enough outta you, scooby doo. Who's Scooby doo?! Oh My God! What?! What the— Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog! [Dog being Dog] See. That's a lot of money, when the world ends (You don't wanna see when the sun does down) I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce I like a lot of sweet on my body And soap in the crevices Heaven has crystalline waters And stop-start- stop-start-stop. I've got a lot of scars on my suffering I got a lot of under covers asking me questions About my upbringing Ringing any bells? Comedy happens in threees; Ans there's three of them following One by the exit And one by the freezer waffles, As if I'd not notice A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets Are you having fun yet? I have to! I'm ugly! Please, don't cal me out yet I don't wanna go back to my body Just don't call the number If nobody's home, There's no one to answer I just took half a pill I'm just lying my head down I just took half a pill You're going to hell now. And, If I'm not careful (Or careful enough) I might just get what I asked for I'm getting undressed, for the officer Opposite starring my favorite actor A Grammy award And an Oscar; Who would have pulled that plug I want to live better than that A sigh, then a pitiful shrug Hm, I wonder what happened (A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors) [discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected] I'm going commando. I'll see you in court, then. What about MARLON BRANDO Haven't I been dead for ages? Have you now? … The man with the clarinet Boards the train at Lexington And does something very red (A song from the heavens, Haven't ever heard the title Haven't ever been to temple After all, I've just remembered My own clarinet And I haven't a penny to spare No, I haven't a penny to give to the man But he's probably Better off Without my luck After all And after all The love I've lost You'd have to jump from this side You'd have to jump from right here I think about it all the time— I've thought about it for a year But you're still here with me And you're right here with me And even though I miss you I'm right here near you Another alibi I light The fire Beside The tree I like It burns So bright (Right beside you) I'm Behind Awhile I'd like To think, though In awhile I might find you (-!95$34) (Another mile) I saw actors in Manhattan; Two A's came before the E did Then came along the C train I didn't even need it I could get off at Euclid I could pretend to love you I could admire all this But then I'd have to come down Just a little closer You're gonna have to run, now Run it all off Wash your hands of all the blood Open up a good book It's gonna be a long one Don't get it wrong, No! Don't call the number You've got it all, wrong, I promise &'m sick of this. Inner Now, whose the controller Yes, I brought you all here It smells of bread and butter, I've got another suprise for you darling You wanted a blonde, And you got her I hurt hurt once before And once more after He struck me a third time Now I live in the bathroom (I died in the bathtub) Listen, Linda, listen I wrap all these sounds around my words, And you know that we're done for; God, “I Love New York” “Fuck New York” I've never been there… This could be priceless I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses All of my vices and a Destination in mind, One flight away, But now I'm living near Idlewild Wild eyed and idly Don't think too hard about it Wrapping my mind around it What costs the Eiffel Tower On the night of your life Or a fight with your wife For a dollar or five Jimmy Fallon You just had to I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag —well, they used to be plastic. I cut the card into pieces The card into pieces The car was on fire And I was inside it I cut the card into pieces The cars in the lot Are the carsa you're dealt with. Death is just another Part of it Ha five guys One banana Persona Fuck I gotta be all of em?! All of em All of em!!! Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for A number God, bless ‘em, Eating burgers on the subway I hope nothing is airborne I once watched someone defecate Then fall straight to sleep in it. Or, maybe he's awake. Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind It gets violent sometimes That's a lot of blood. (Yes it was) I think somebody died here. And the time keeps changing Like it's daylight savings Sometimes just by a minute Like it always did Other times, It's astonishing It went back a whole hour Forgot it was December; And that's when I realized Neither did I this year. Fall back Or spring forward at all I was between them, rather Either side of the platform I never minded I'm just a rider A writer sometimes, Almost never a woman almost//always always//almost Famous But I alike almost always better these days Because I'm definitely Going to regret making all these wishes Might fuck around and get what I asked for My prayers , well, they always get answered I haven't been on my knees in awhile, But of course, I've been injured That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé That's what I get for wanting superstardom You started it! I did not! That's what I get for sorry! (A new one) Gotta love synesthesia. c o l o r s I just had two big ass burgers Come plate with the fries And the shake Like I like And I liked it Gotta love all the bouroughs Except the Bronx The whole place is a brothel *coughing obnoxiously* Probably bronchitis But why follow me Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one? Only false prophets Psychics and martyrs Philosophers, Doctors, Orders and Brotherhoods Onto your calling; Who spoke of your coming— Who wrote in your honor Not a son of God, or another A mother, a daughter So who got it wrong again? I gotta go under. Write me a song again You want another Of course But I'm loveless Impossible. Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Is All you are Is All you are is— Love Is//it It//is Is//it It//is Time for another Time For another Time For another Song For another Child For another Time For another Time For another Time Is One Time Is Our Heart Is One Time Is One Time Is One Love Is One I Wrote this on the train Getting by on life Getting high on music Wondering if I should just End it all Or Figure out How to put the Song inside these Words Talk is cheap But I haven't said a Word I just let the World Go on around me Even though it plagues me, Sitting on trains With the coughers And shaking legs people I could pop a pill or a hundred Just trying not to feel Like I want the whole world around me To stop and shut up Just so I can have some Peace But It's New York City The world is ending It must be The drones on their phones Others fly on their own And The words of the prophets are Written quite loudly On subway walls And in Hallmark cards Sometimes Google documents Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker I really need money But I'm made of music and Something else, probably valuable If I could just wrap my head around it My head around it Why don't you just jump in?! You know I don't like the cold Well, it all sets in at once That you're getting old And nobody told you You'll never be young and pretty The whole damn life Not one second as the engenue Your mamma put the devil in you And just kept feeding it fire I like flaming hot Cheetos With Philadelphia cream cheese And pickles And that's when I thought of it; Deep fried pickles— The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos And Doritos With cream cheese filling The secret ingredient is cinnamon I'm a vegan. Of course you are. What the fuck. Idk really, I'm off in one stop And Stuffed crust sounds awesome. Stuff it with what?! Cheese and pasta. What. In the crust. ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm Another crime scene On Sutphin archer Where's the body Where's the body Just like clockwork A glob of cops stopped Here's comes the claw, sir I have a flaw In my honesty I should change that around a bit See where it gets us Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene On Sutphin archer You're not from around here, are ya Spoke the troll under the bridge Spewing his smoke from his nostrils I clobbered all your apostles! I know the devil when I see him Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer I bought a home On nothing but poetry I'll show you the deed If you show me your penis Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer The bus was rerouted The nights getting colder The worlds out of order It must be important to suffer Or else I'd be Someone whose never heard of this part of New York Its fucking disgusting. (Where's the body) Where's the body Where's the body) [fade to black] It's almost 11:30 I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout They were out of water Like the world is gonna Be if we don't get smarter So much poverty— And no laws on the bodies that spawn us But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar From someone's daughter And watch her on tik tok Screenshot Another year backwards Just before I got here What were you saying? GODDAMMIT JEFF GUESS I'll see you afterward Oncoming apocalypse I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller All the strawberries were the sweetest, He said Hello Felica, Hello Felicia The black berries are in season Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia The blueberries were all on top What a set of headlights On that Honda Hello, Felicia I'm glad to meet ya __ Never leave the house with an unmade bed Cause God knows I gotta lay in it I'll rest when i'm dead, That's what they all said, but The dead never rest The dead never rest Reset, reset I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds I need more invitations To fill up the guestlist I been seein them hoes Speaking in code X's and O's Oh Lord, All I want is a home And to be left alone Unless you know my motion You know The door was just closed But i'm leaving it open If you need a lover, Try getting below me –It's way below zero where i'm from No, no, no This can't be Utah. Nobody's blonde enough Where's the officers Aren't I under arrest for just showing up I'll see you at the Saltair YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME. I'm sorry, I just– NO. What happened? TAKE IT BACK!! I'm sorry! Please don't fire me. What happened? I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might *throws things* I'll be right back. Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon. DEMON (or, even, arguably Satan) WOAH. Okay. :||pause. OKay what. When did Supacree become a demon slayer. SUPACREE (V.O.) Oh, right around this moment… FLASHBACK DIE–DIE–DIE!!! SUPACREE V.O. Or this one– HOE ASS BITCH (Or, possibly also Satan) You are the weakest link. Oh yeah, huh. Fuck that bitch. SUPACREE Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff. SIMBA NOOOOOO– Yeah, it was something like that but– SUPACREE (V.O.) More like this. *FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH* Oh, wow, yeah, that. That was awesome. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it wasn't. But– That. [Ū.] SUPACREE (V.O.) –is not SUPACREE. Oh, it's not? Oh, the hair. Yeah, but it's still. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it's not. Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall? All I really do is sit here and hit this bong. Ya i'm high af. I'm fukked upppp. Uhh… Hello. What up. …who are you exactly? I'm yur friend. No you're not. Yes i m. Who are you HOw did you get in here. I've always been here. What. No. Hey pass da bong. Tnks. *hits bong* *shrugs* Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off I should polish the silver through the fourth wall Give me shivers and all of that, OR better yet just give me Skrillex And i'll forget all of it. YOu know. i got a friend you would like. I've had my eye on you for a very long time. Oh yeah, which eye? I bought a baby off craigslist– Well, not craigslist, But it might as well have been; A personal ad was posted. Here's everything you want to know How the lonely stoner walks alone at night Or whatever kidd cudi said Now he's dead So I put him on the list for my event You can't even think to get in If you didn't RIP The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed I never rest As I said, I am Legend; One live ends, One begins, but Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something I burn money But not for nothing Gotta believe something –A conspiracy theory. This is only five pages. Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5. Where is deadmau5, anyway. GET IN THE CORNER. OK OK–OR– GET IN THE CORNER. Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think. Aw, how come? [COMPLICATIONS, IRL] BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS. Yeah, I don't know. Before: CHAK CHEL Hm. What. What's wrong. CHAK CHEL Nothing. Nothing at all. Do you know him or something. CHAK CHEL …. OH, COME ON. CHAK CHEL WHAT. FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS? I KNOW EVERYBODY. OAGH. EVERY. BODY. OH, Oh, I get it–take the night off. ILLUMINATI This kind of therapy can be hard. …this is psychological terrorism. ILLUMINATI We like to call it – [Flashback] *More unadulterated chaos* And sometimes, even warfare. ILLUMINATI You're a delightful strategist. I'm a psychopath. (V.O.) The technical term is. Ū. I'm a trained assassin. Oh, it's Ū. It's Ū again. SUPACREE (V.O.) Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos, WHITE AMERICA We call that multiple personalities. –Or schizophrenia. SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA. Ya'll are racist. Racist af. IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression” “Or ADD” OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall. Yeah. everyone not BLACK. I'm BLACK. i'M BLACK. Literally everyone: … That's enough politics. I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick, Skip this one, really, It's stars and stripes forever and scars and knives and livelihoods Tiger's eyes and bears Oh my I might need a private file Never “pedophile” But everyone has rights to admire what he likes As long as he's white enough. Or light skinned, I'll end this one Exactly how it started I'm still holding a fart in, a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist, Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to. Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics. I tried to take the night off But – oh what the fuck. Of all the time He got her roses, But she cut herself on the thorns I picked up one Calla Lilly And it meant everything in the world to me What if everything in life was just meant to be A memory Before it could ever be happy? I've got a faulty soul; It's best you'd just stay away from me, All of yous. Better off falling in love with someone So far off I could never be close enough. I rise and I fall with the sun, I'm anonymous. Flamingo, and Owl A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar Where An alligator and octopus Are serving up Adios Motherfuckers; They all have guns– I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic (whatever the word is) Imagine the animals, Acting as humans “Pull The Plug” Like it's some dirty bath water I wanted out of this body I don't know how you got here, but just Throw back a beer And remember the plan I'll never be happy With all that brain damage. So just do it. I can't. Pull the plug, Sonny. I can't; you're my biggest fan. That moment has quite literally passed. Out, like a lamp. After all that. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller Don't bother me at the office Pick a coffin Put you in a sarcophagus If you're coughing Damn it comes slowly. Formerly, Yours only, —And that's when it hit me. Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer. I'm irritated, not stoned. I'm irritated. I'm stoned and irritated. Do you think it'll work? It has to! Fuck, what was I just doing. Before: Fuck. I got no desk. Desk. Nice. Thanks. …need a chair. I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST. I want to eat dinner. Eat dinner. See what happens. Ugh. I have to leave the house first. I need a Chair. Nice. Thanks. Sleepin on da floor. Unh. Sleepin on da floor (Da floor) Sleepin on the floor Oh, that's how it goes I'm on the cellar floor. I'm on the cellar floor— When the girl next door Is the girl next door And the man down stairs Opens up your door What was that all for? Now I'm on all fours: I WANT A DIVORCE. Look, listen, Linda: I'm going to be forward with you. —I already told you— Listen, Linda—listen—okay? A took a plane to the face A plate to the palace Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it, But of wonderland, The hatter dances Madly, grand as ever Her entrance, The lost wanderer, Or wonder, the shoveler of holes Just getting deeper, Think of time to keep as secrets, Laugh, but don't believe in magic Keep them as your dreams, Please, dear Seconds turn to hours Into years here I don't have much time (A writing assignment) —and I'm always online What you need, What you want? Hit my line Just be careful Cause money is time Turn water to whine Now stands a story to be told No whining, no crying I am forever years old. Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater. Keep coughing. Keep quiet. I'm keep talking. Keep texting And I'll keep blocking Keep cheating And I'll keep walking Then a walk turns to a jog Trolls under bridges Turn a princess into frog I'm not high, my mind's foggy. No wifi, I'm offline again Turned off at the wrong time again Ten Pennie's for dime again A penny for your thoughts. I thought I was gonna die on the way here. I died more than 30 times in 30 years, Now I'm here like: What the fuck is this? I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time, In an old place like this (It too much) And my soul's still spinning; I swear I've never been here— Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension When it's not funny anymore What you want me to buy? A subscription? A monthply box? A smart car? Smart water? A prescription? An automatic rifle? Ammunition? With your permission, It becomes possible One nation under Okay, I gotta go I told you I don't have much time My body runs on automatic So if I was there I had to be Here's a room full of people I swear I know But never met before I bet w're all dead here Nothing but bodies and floating heads here Fuck it, I quit man! That's what the drummer said. What the money say when they cut his tail? MONKEY to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money” Well played. Everybody in the sauna is a God. I told you I gotta— I got a pickup at Whole Foods market, I better get on the next train to nowhere I feel like the whole world is falling Like the sky was Don't bother calling! I lost all my numbers I spent it on nonsense And plausible Stop it. What. All my payments are overdue The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid I would play the game if it wasn't so played If I knew your name I would say your name Do you thing. She's a blonde, blue eyes No thighs, 5 feet She's evil, but you can't see that Your penis is bad at thinking But she looks good on paper; Graduated, just for participation Tests ungraded, but she always aced them I have a full hand, four aces She had braces, and a retainer Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up. Fuck, what was I saying. Great, the girl next door is racist. Lil biiiiitzzz. Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling. I'm like, useless. There's nothing in my house But ME That's the bonus, I guess Suprise: State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater. What's that. Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough. Why. One: because it's true. And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place. Well, actually I did. But they were racist too. How do you know they were racist. They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me. Are you sure? Yes. Anyway. And two: Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it. How do you know? Why do you keep asking me this. How do you know he out a curse on you. Ugh.first of all. He told me. Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater? Yes. Then why would you believe him? Because, he said: FAT WIFEBEATER You know, I control demons. why does he have to be “fat wifebeater” Cause he's fat. Can't he just be “wifebeater” No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway? It's political correctness. It's blatent censorship— It's not “censoring”— It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear! Ugh. lol Jewish screenplay editor? Jews on everything. Lil bitz You know what. I love Jews. That's not even a joke. I just do. No explanation whatsoever, just — Every Jew gets a pass. Jews with yamicas? Bonus. Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies? Double points. You're almost Amish— And I like the Amish. I do. But I love Jews. Man, I'm not even mad I just wanna sit down with a cold beer And a bong in my lap But my dad's an alcoholic And my mom has habits Yeah, my moms an alcoholic And my dad has class Here's a flask I guess I ran out of answers, Of what I would give the man who has everything I said it was a watch, Then assumed that he had one Thought it was a rock Then I dropped it Look, another alter Look, another model in a halter top You're not just a body, if you have a nice body To him you're a God, And he'll never even want me Unless he's lonely It's probably for the better I don't feel like this in public The controlled demolition Of an iconic relic Surely, something must give Surely, something just to Get this bed out of my studio Get this dude out of my head! I told you, I'm not into— Every time I like it, It's the same. Young Johnny Depp?! What?! Young who?! The Young Johnny Depp is Hot. You're Johnny Depp! Very hot. I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson! (Left) this is wrong. This is so wrong, Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button. I dunno. Google keeps moving things around. GOOGLE: DO YOU MEAN: Woah. Google's getting good at this Salt & Stones —and blood and bones And ones and twos And twos and ones And ones and twos and Ones and twos And Ones and twos And One and twos and Ones The things that I don't Are the same as the things that I want And ones and Two of you ought to be Better than one If the other should faulter The other one jumps in And Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday? It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually. I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically. ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal. And it was. Infinite. There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual. NY is on crack I'm not André 3K —But I might be on my way! Ain't got time for none of these games I'm already famous Ya'll just lames Late to the Macy's Day Parade I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral Tryna get equal Evil people Dangerous: Evil knevial || —get it? audiofish. Every since badman at badfish Backlash Hollywood Blacklist Backwash gargle— grant wish, fairy Tryna get paid! Makes since? Get brain twisted Braids not twists I'm tryna get laid So sick of the tik tok insta Do it for the gram These kids is lame No time for the games I'm already famous Take pics, fakeness Lame Here's one for the fam None for the gram —loudy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Everyday we get rowdy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straight from the underground Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straigh from the Under(LoudyGround Stack bandz Straight from the blacklands Brooklyn, Flatbush None of them come for us Countin up cash Shoot first, think last Smoke plus dust Sun comin up Cover us (Loudy) Loudy. 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Finally! Where have you been? …i don't know. I woke you up hours ago. It's been hours… Yes. Okay. It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present… I L L U M I N A T I Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I A M Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I –But One was enough. I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous. We love Ambiguity. Who is “we”? You are, sir. Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head. That would be impressive. It is impressive. I AM Open My Eyes So That I May See Open My Mind So That I May Know Open My Heart So That I May Be Open My Soul So That I May Grow I L L U M I N A T I “The Insomniac” INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT. UP. CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit. There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years. UP. ‘I am awake…like, very awake.' So get up. BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir. Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this. You're in my head. You're in my head. I'm not arguing. Perfect. Hm. Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug. Some hollywood shit. Are you not surprised. I'm almost never surprised anymore. That's the point. So there is a point. Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat. That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid. So you are learning something. I have learned. BLU drinks again from the gallon jug. Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes. FIFO. What. FIFO. What's that mean. First in, first out. OKay? It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front– What. FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked. Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that. Oh, that's right. “Some Hollywood Shit” The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity. To what do I owe the pleasure I'm clocking in. How did you even get in here? How did you? I was chosen. You wanna see a magic trick. Haha– No. Exactly. Yeah. “Haha” I've got a headache In my Minds eyes Feel like i'm going to Throw up all the time I'm Out of my body Far out of my time Back To where I am Back to where I am Goddamit! What did you see in there?! NOTHING. I saw nothing. I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing. Are you sure. I'm–positive. I'm going to bed. It's 9 am. Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed. What's it like to Be Beautiful? Oh What's it like to be loved? What's it like to be loved? Oh, What's it like to be beautiful What's it like to be beautiful What it like to be beautiful Like you Not just from the inside From the out Not just from the inside From the out That's what I wonder about As often as the itch That you scratch With her hands On your back Just relax But I can't I've been A big clash For a plane crash I was last shattered Abandoned and stranded Past ever lasting On a first chance For the last dancer Or, It never happened But i beg your pardon He just wasnt happy, And I had to answer The Standard Edition He's a jealous lover I'm a dirty little secret Keep your hands clean Keep your wife happy Keep your mistresses You know I can't resist him– You know I can't resist you And after all i've been through You might as well discard me I've no use to you, you know I'll ever get over you Once i fall i love, it lasts forever I don't fall out, It just gets deeper As you move further I just move closer To finding forever It's somewhere out there Disclaimer not needed It's wrist slitting season I'm biting my lips Shopping for potpourri Awake in a dream I must need you I sleep through I bleed for you But it only looks bad if i show it I'd die for you but it only sounds bad If you know that But you don't though So i keep it to myself Like i'm supposed to Don't you want to Go further Than beyond there? But it's Hollywood! Don't you know– A lot goes on At the top Before you tune in to watch Your primetime dramas and must watches, Your talk shows, And all the content You love Don't you know? Of course not It's Hollywood! What goes on Behind closed doors And off contract, Off the record Or on one If it's beneficial could you be anymore grotesque? Probably not. Be a lady. I'm a boy. No, youre not. Might as well be. That's a lot of pasta. That's a lot of shut the fuck up. God! WHAT. Get ahold of yourself. Carbs. Need carbs. He's a great pretender Most men live lives of quiet desperation Back to My backlot That was so tragic Life got intense Like the rush hour traffic Come out the Valley Passe It's a wild wild world In the wold wild best I'm an animal When the lights are off Yeah, I love to dance– When the night runs long Only when you need; And then i run off I'm a wild one; Yeah, I'm hard to love You just can't love a wild thing As conserved as I seem, That's just the look of things I'm what you need– When you need it I'll be gone, In a minute I come when you call But go when you finish Love, Love monster Set my soul on fire Let no man go asunder Sun comes up, The under cover lover Love, Love monster Love me long, long harder I don't need no ever after I'll be gone, but i'll be back here When you call The love, love monster It was a testament to my professionalism in music business; The Audio Technica M70x, And though I had thought to get the M-50s Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment What Idk i just got bored with this. GOD So you're ‘bored' …no. Not at all. GOD That's what I thought. 01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines I can't stand to lose no more I can't stand for more than four Hours at a time In the same place Without losing my mind My mind It's all gone, now (somehow i'll find you) It's all gone now, (somehow, i died again) It's all gone now All of the time I spent all of my nights With the light on Burn me on the stake again I made a mistake to think I had a friend Everything was fake Everything was false Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said Now my phone rings off the hook And i don't like it at all I don't like it I don't like it at all It's too young in the night to be crying But I am I'm trying to hard to impress them (The white supremacists) Jump, Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, run You have to make money I'll try But I don't like it I got halfway to Madonna Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail What's the point of trying When she doesn't try at all What's the point? I'll try, But i don't like it Why try to impress them A terror control system That's my logic Jump Monkey, Jump Run, Monkey, Run If I was small enough Maybe he'd love me If i was smart enough Maybe I'd make enough money I work hard enough, Nothing happens Over and over again It's all the same cycle I think i might be a monster I eat enough for the lot of us I could get lost in times square if I wanted to I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide From the inside, to the outside From the outside, to the inside It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact You've got so much on your hands, you might die Picture going on trial For murdering yourself Pardon me, I'm a vigilante What's the prize or cost of murdering A menace to society? A war for water or utilities Honest to God But God don't talk too much She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market All she wants Is coconut water And a lover But the latter, however Is harder to find in stock Even harder to purchase On public assistance What a thought. You started it But i can't seem to jump off the platform Or conform for comfort No confrontation needed I'll be front and center at your next event I promise that Promises, promises, promises Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Please, please Let me finish this sentence A little bird told me “I shouldn't be saying this” Please, Please forgive me I'm begging you, Begging you A little bird followed me Out the serengeti Now it's diamonds and flowers and Dancing with women and Violets and Daisies and Violets and Daisies Killer Whale, Killer whale Killer Whale, Killer Killer Whale There right there He'll gobble you whole Gobble you all up Killer Whale Killer Killer Whale Now it's violets and daisies and violets and daisies Not a day goes by I don't die inside Just trying to be like Or be liked by You What's that like– (To watch someone falling in love with you) I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose Than to petals But flawless, I've not been Since I touched the surface of earth Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs– I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me Warriors More out of labor and honor Than love and of heart Of course I still wonder What it's like To watch someone love with you What a thought THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!! Alright, well–how do I pay for it? Beg your pardon? Please, don't beg. I–what did you say? Cash or Credit? Wait– Cashapp? Wait, are you saying you'll pay I have currency! –for dick? Did I stutter? Are you sure? Yes. Wait right here. Lol how is this all on the same note? Fuck it, like it matters. Does it not? “It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.” HA HA HA I stil find his dexterity impressive Intuition in intervals, Nonsense, You've left me alone with my troubles And sexual fantasies Now the garden's grown wild With no one to– Enough with the metaphors Horrible, A loss for words moving forward No one's mowing the lawn here –I've got it covered. I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I let you out of the box with my thoughts What a massive disaster that was The cat was just curious Now, the next chapter I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Now, There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons I finally bought that peloton, So i could be one of them Dance, my friends Dance with me Dance I should have you locked up I should have you locked up Watch this, I turn the clock back I cocked my glock Haven't had a chance To learn how to use it Seems simple enough I walk the line, in a broad sense Biracial, I'm fine with it Neither on one side, or the other What a race war How long have I got left On this planet Half a century? Less than that Less than that Dance my friends, Dance with me, Dance I'm finally a skeleton I'm finally naked on purpose (It was all for him) I could have half of my friends on the roster The dog barks for hours Never the master for half the land on the plantation Was paved, by the matron He gave all his children to So clever I should have you locked up I should have you locked up I should have forgotten all the words to this Somewhere thereafter The cause and effect was “The cat was just curious” Now I'm a skeleton. Don't tell me not to touch it I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it Christ almighty. What. She's a sex slave. God! What? I said yes. That's a bargain. I consented to this. Wat the fuck are you watching. I don't know. It's so good tho. What is it. I don't know. There's no commercials. Like no ads. No. Not at all. It's been hours. Hi. What's this. Flowers. *sniffs* The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust. Gotosleep. *does* Oh no. Wow. *Meanwhlrle* SKRILLEX I don't want anything to do with this. It's too late. What. –just remember, you started it. DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!! Woah! Should we intervene Probably. I'm not gonna. Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this. *shrugs* Listen, I'm programmed to fail. Well, that's devastating. Trust me, it is. Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again? THIS IS IRV [VERY CUTE ROBOT] IRV IRV! AWW. Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit” IRV Hello! He's so cute! Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments. IRV WE ARE FRIENDS. Aww. After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties.. FLASHBACK: A RAVE IRV Prototype is not as cute. IRV (PROTOTYPE) HELLO. YO. WHAT THE FUCK. [A wook punches the robot] Oh hell naw. We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module. Just let me lick the balls. You don't think it's serious It was We're at war with ourselves With each other With one another First, as one And now opposites We're at war For ever after Or auroras Limiter Limiter!!!!!! Dumbass All's fair Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right Long layover from a short flight Been a whole year and I just got mine Write a lot of songs Now I'm deaf, Not blind Just put in my earplugs Headphones IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode Off the grid, offline You got money—- I got time Trust me Mine has way more value ||| Sunni Blu I Heeey like a horse (horse) I enter with force I like 5s and fours Of course of course of course (short) I like wearing skorts (tennis!) Balls out on the court (BALLS) HELL NAW Now i'm at camp flag naw with grammaw and grampaw That's all wrong (BALLS) You see my balls? (Balls) Balls That's all wrong But I'm a boss (balls-balls-balls) They got him on a RICO, Free Young Thugger Only know the code Cause of Kurt Sutter Fucked around and fuck the whole show, Now i'm on it Now that shit is old I'm the showrunner That's the golden era What you know about that? Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad (ON AMC) I watch TNT AMC DisneyFamily ABC Subsidiary Companies be frontin me No frontin G I just won a Golden G Glowed up on the Globe I don't know what for But I wrote this show At one years old. Fuck. I think I might be a genius. Well, that's good. Fuck, she's a genius. Fuck, she's retarded. No, cause i'm retarded. Excuse me. You're what. SUNNI BLU I'm retarded. JUDGE …excuse me. SUNNI BLU Ahem. I'm retarded. LAWYERS OBJECTION SUNNI BLU & JUDGE OVER-RULED. JUDGE That's not an appropriate answer. SUNNI BLU Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice) JUDGE No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question: SUNNI BLU You asked me why I did all that stuff. JUDGE Yes. LAWYER Fraud, murder– Do I wan an umbrella? Nah, I'd much rather get rained on and write about it How about that How abott it it How about that? How about it? Keep your hands free Stop looking back Keep your head up Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution Of my choosing Why should I care if there's water on me When my brain is stormy And the birds are swarming Floating in the headwinds You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that Or a kind like that Free trade, no buy backs Long lashes, no eyelids Don't buy that Now I know the drill, Straight back from Los Angeles High fashion The putter patter doesn't matter I'm being loved better by this establishment Than I ever have $35.68 $9.99 - Apple You can cross anything but your fingers Think what you want But go figure Cold hard numbers Are all that forms you And all around you Seems to swarm to harmfully To your detriment You can cross anything but your arms Do what you want But your God Keeps adding up All of your faults (Not that it matters) Just to forgive them You can cross anything but your heart Lock Anything but your mind Love Anyone but yourself So you don't love anyone And anything You can cross anything but your fingers Songs I forgot I made Squints -__- MIDI Hello, You Beautiful Human I'm going straight to the heart Keep the head out for the long haul Always get bored On the double decker bus It was new once Everything was Now it's all just— Check the depth— Check the death perception Persimmon, Per Simon's order Simon says that you're a borderline personality Bipolar- world is out of order Alcoholic what you call that Switch, reverse it At the very worst It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars Don't you wanna Don't you wanna Find a heart today I could be fine, I could be okay I could be cold Or I could be inside Dying Or trying to find The other side of Serpentine or Dynamite I might explode Or die What did you ask for? Wouldn't you like to know oh What did you ask for?! I made a wish that my prayers come true And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted Sometimes I use God Sometimes I use magic So— What did I ask for? “I asked for organic!” Why did you say? I said, “Don't panic!” He said, “Don't panic!” Now I'm living all my life as a madman, Badman, Batman's bad at piano Living in a glass house Cash cow Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out To the last damn dollar And last that I have now Sitting at the register Heaven sent Counting out sense to make Cents of it Didn't I say that before? God, I should work harder Have you ever seen a hallmark card With so much sparkles What did you ask for?! And who did you ask man? If he was the last man standing I still wouldn't have that And sat in the back seat Gladly With a gun in my hand And a song in my head That's a dead man Dead man That was too fire But the truth is I could unfold you That was so cold Like my heart is I could have told you I got this. Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man. Let me see your phone That's all the texts you have?! Don't open the trash can No post-delete options. I should forget all of you. I should just admit myself to a psyche ward, And get it over with (Oh wait, I did) Now, Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute When I'm senile I'll admit it— I'll let it slip I'm a pesophile. Okay, gross. But that's not PC now Everyone's welcome Oh, a PC, wow. I found it at a garage sale . What did you ask for?! What did I tell you?! Who do you pray to? Weren't you just in my bed last night. I want to be wife material for that guy But I'm not white enough I bought robot and fried it with water You might be retarded. You might be my daughter Cause I fucked your father. Haha charade you are Haha charade I bought her a nice car Haha charade and bombs on the world war What did you ask for? A blowjob. A nice car. Alright. Wish granted. Are you sure. I am God. I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life And once I was, I died Did you get that? You got that right? What did you ask for?! God, I take it back, Lord! Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?! no. Ok, I'll turn it off, then You would do that. I would do anything for your love I would do anything for you I would do anything for your love I would do anything I would do anything I would do— I would do anything he asked I'm a sex addict A psychopath Have you caught on yet. Come on! You can cough harder than that! Hack up a lung Or a heart So I kill myself harder next time Just to get what I want Get up, Dog. Your dog's name is Dog? My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit. Like what? [just watch] All the bank holidays: That's when the money gets washed I think I know too much, yo (I think you know just enough) Hey, God. Hey, what. Did your dog just talk? I speak when spoken to. That's enough outta you, scooby doo. Who's Scooby doo?! Oh My God! What?! What the— Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog! [Dog being Dog] See. That's a lot of money, when the world ends (You don't wanna see when the sun does down) I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce I like a lot of sweet on my body And soap in the crevices Heaven has crystalline waters And stop-start- stop-start-stop. I've got a lot of scars on my suffering I got a lot of under covers asking me questions About my upbringing Ringing any bells? Comedy happens in threees; Ans there's three of them following One by the exit And one by the freezer waffles, As if I'd not notice A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets Are you having fun yet? I have to! I'm ugly! Please, don't cal me out yet I don't wanna go back to my body Just don't call the number If nobody's home, There's no one to answer I just took half a pill I'm just lying my head down I just took half a pill You're going to hell now. And, If I'm not careful (Or careful enough) I might just get what I asked for I'm getting undressed, for the officer Opposite starring my favorite actor A Grammy award And an Oscar; Who would have pulled that plug I want to live better than that A sigh, then a pitiful shrug Hm, I wonder what happened (A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors) [discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected] I'm going commando. I'll see you in court, then. What about MARLON BRANDO Haven't I been dead for ages? Have you now? … The man with the clarinet Boards the train at Lexington And does something very red (A song from the heavens, Haven't ever heard the title Haven't ever been to temple After all, I've just remembered My own clarinet And I haven't a penny to spare No, I haven't a penny to give to the man But he's probably Better off Without my luck After all And after all The love I've lost You'd have to jump from this side You'd have to jump from right here I think about it all the time— I've thought about it for a year But you're still here with me And you're right here with me And even though I miss you I'm right here near you Another alibi I light The fire Beside The tree I like It burns So bright (Right beside you) I'm Behind Awhile I'd like To think, though In awhile I might find you (-!95$34) (Another mile) I saw actors in Manhattan; Two A's came before the E did Then came along the C train I didn't even need it I could get off at Euclid I could pretend to love you I could admire all this But then I'd have to come down Just a little closer You're gonna have to run, now Run it all off Wash your hands of all the blood Open up a good book It's gonna be a long one Don't get it wrong, No! Don't call the number You've got it all, wrong, I promise &'m sick of this. Inner Now, whose the controller Yes, I brought you all here It smells of bread and butter, I've got another suprise for you darling You wanted a blonde, And you got her I hurt hurt once before And once more after He struck me a third time Now I live in the bathroom (I died in the bathtub) Listen, Linda, listen I wrap all these sounds around my words, And you know that we're done for; God, “I Love New York” “Fuck New York” I've never been there… This could be priceless I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses All of my vices and a Destination in mind, One flight away, But now I'm living near Idlewild Wild eyed and idly Don't think too hard about it Wrapping my mind around it What costs the Eiffel Tower On the night of your life Or a fight with your wife For a dollar or five Jimmy Fallon You just had to I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag —well, they used to be plastic. I cut the card into pieces The card into pieces The car was on fire And I was inside it I cut the card into pieces The cars in the lot Are the carsa you're dealt with. Death is just another Part of it Ha five guys One banana Persona Fuck I gotta be all of em?! All of em All of em!!! Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for A number God, bless ‘em, Eating burgers on the subway I hope nothing is airborne I once watched someone defecate Then fall straight to sleep in it. Or, maybe he's awake. Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind It gets violent sometimes That's a lot of blood. (Yes it was) I think somebody died here. And the time keeps changing Like it's daylight savings Sometimes just by a minute Like it always did Other times, It's astonishing It went back a whole hour Forgot it was December; And that's when I realized Neither did I this year. Fall back Or spring forward at all I was between them, rather Either side of the platform I never minded I'm just a rider A writer sometimes, Almost never a woman almost//always always//almost Famous But I alike almost always better these days Because I'm definitely Going to regret making all these wishes Might fuck around and get what I asked for My prayers , well, they always get answered I haven't been on my knees in awhile, But of course, I've been injured That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé That's what I get for wanting superstardom You started it! I did not! That's what I get for sorry! (A new one) Gotta love synesthesia. c o l o r s I just had two big ass burgers Come plate with the fries And the shake Like I like And I liked it Gotta love all the bouroughs Except the Bronx The whole place is a brothel *coughing obnoxiously* Probably bronchitis But why follow me Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one? Only false prophets Psychics and martyrs Philosophers, Doctors, Orders and Brotherhoods Onto your calling; Who spoke of your coming— Who wrote in your honor Not a son of God, or another A mother, a daughter So who got it wrong again? I gotta go under. Write me a song again You want another Of course But I'm loveless Impossible. Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Love, love is all you are Is All you are Is All you are is— Love Is//it It//is Is//it It//is Time for another Time For another Time For another Song For another Child For another Time For another Time For another Time Is One Time Is Our Heart Is One Time Is One Time Is One Love Is One I Wrote this on the train Getting by on life Getting high on music Wondering if I should just End it all Or Figure out How to put the Song inside these Words Talk is cheap But I haven't said a Word I just let the World Go on around me Even though it plagues me, Sitting on trains With the coughers And shaking legs people I could pop a pill or a hundred Just trying not to feel Like I want the whole world around me To stop and shut up Just so I can have some Peace But It's New York City The world is ending It must be The drones on their phones Others fly on their own And The words of the prophets are Written quite loudly On subway walls And in Hallmark cards Sometimes Google documents Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker I really need money But I'm made of music and Something else, probably valuable If I could just wrap my head around it My head around it Why don't you just jump in?! You know I don't like the cold Well, it all sets in at once That you're getting old And nobody told you You'll never be young and pretty The whole damn life Not one second as the engenue Your mamma put the devil in you And just kept feeding it fire I like flaming hot Cheetos With Philadelphia cream cheese And pickles And that's when I thought of it; Deep fried pickles— The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos And Doritos With cream cheese filling The secret ingredient is cinnamon I'm a vegan. Of course you are. What the fuck. Idk really, I'm off in one stop And Stuffed crust sounds awesome. Stuff it with what?! Cheese and pasta. What. In the crust. ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm Another crime scene On Sutphin archer Where's the body Where's the body Just like clockwork A glob of cops stopped Here's comes the claw, sir I have a flaw In my honesty I should change that around a bit See where it gets us Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene On Sutphin archer You're not from around here, are ya Spoke the troll under the bridge Spewing his smoke from his nostrils I clobbered all your apostles! I know the devil when I see him Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer I bought a home On nothing but poetry I'll show you the deed If you show me your penis Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Where's the body Another crime scene on Sutphin archer The bus was rerouted The nights getting colder The worlds out of order It must be important to suffer Or else I'd be Someone whose never heard of this part of New York Its fucking disgusting. (Where's the body) Where's the body Where's the body) [fade to black] It's almost 11:30 I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout They were out of water Like the world is gonna Be if we don't get smarter So much poverty— And no laws on the bodies that spawn us But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar From someone's daughter And watch her on tik tok Screenshot Another year backwards Just before I got here What were you saying? GODDAMMIT JEFF GUESS I'll see you afterward Oncoming apocalypse I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller All the strawberries were the sweetest, He said Hello Felica, Hello Felicia The black berries are in season Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia The blueberries were all on top What a set of headlights On that Honda Hello, Felicia I'm glad to meet ya __ Never leave the house with an unmade bed Cause God knows I gotta lay in it I'll rest when i'm dead, That's what they all said, but The dead never rest The dead never rest Reset, reset I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds I need more invitations To fill up the guestlist I been seein them hoes Speaking in code X's and O's Oh Lord, All I want is a home And to be left alone Unless you know my motion You know The door was just closed But i'm leaving it open If you need a lover, Try getting below me –It's way below zero where i'm from No, no, no This can't be Utah. Nobody's blonde enough Where's the officers Aren't I under arrest for just showing up I'll see you at the Saltair YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME. I'm sorry, I just– NO. What happened? TAKE IT BACK!! I'm sorry! Please don't fire me. What happened? I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might *throws things* I'll be right back. Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon. DEMON (or, even, arguably Satan) WOAH. Okay. :||pause. OKay what. When did Supacree become a demon slayer. SUPACREE (V.O.) Oh, right around this moment… FLASHBACK DIE–DIE–DIE!!! SUPACREE V.O. Or this one– HOE ASS BITCH (Or, possibly also Satan) You are the weakest link. Oh yeah, huh. Fuck that bitch. SUPACREE Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff. SIMBA NOOOOOO– Yeah, it was something like that but– SUPACREE (V.O.) More like this. *FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH* Oh, wow, yeah, that. That was awesome. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it wasn't. But– That. [Ū.] SUPACREE (V.O.) –is not SUPACREE. Oh, it's not? Oh, the hair. Yeah, but it's still. SUPACREE (V.O.) No, it's not. Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall? All I really do is sit here and hit this bong. Ya i'm high af. I'm fukked upppp. Uhh… Hello. What up. …who are you exactly? I'm yur friend. No you're not. Yes i m. Who are you HOw did you get in here. I've always been here. What. No. Hey pass da bong. Tnks. *hits bong* *shrugs* Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off I should polish the silver through the fourth wall Give me shivers and all of that, OR better yet just give me Skrillex And i'll forget all of it. YOu know. i got a friend you would like. I've had my eye on you for a very long time. Oh yeah, which eye? I bought a baby off craigslist– Well, not craigslist, But it might as well have been; A personal ad was posted. Here's everything you want to know How the lonely stoner walks alone at night Or whatever kidd cudi said Now he's dead So I put him on the list for my event You can't even think to get in If you didn't RIP The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed I never rest As I said, I am Legend; One live ends, One begins, but Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something I burn money But not for nothing Gotta believe something –A conspiracy theory. This is only five pages. Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5. Where is deadmau5, anyway. GET IN THE CORNER. OK OK–OR– GET IN THE CORNER. Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think. Aw, how come? [COMPLICATIONS, IRL] BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS. Yeah, I don't know. Before: CHAK CHEL Hm. What. What's wrong. CHAK CHEL Nothing. Nothing at all. Do you know him or something. CHAK CHEL …. OH, COME ON. CHAK CHEL WHAT. FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS? I KNOW EVERYBODY. OAGH. EVERY. BODY. OH, Oh, I get it–take the night off. ILLUMINATI This kind of therapy can be hard. …this is psychological terrorism. ILLUMINATI We like to call it – [Flashback] *More unadulterated chaos* And sometimes, even warfare. ILLUMINATI You're a delightful strategist. I'm a psychopath. (V.O.) The technical term is. Ū. I'm a trained assassin. Oh, it's Ū. It's Ū again. SUPACREE (V.O.) Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos, WHITE AMERICA We call that multiple personalities. –Or schizophrenia. SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA. Ya'll are racist. Racist af. IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression” “Or ADD” OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall. Yeah. everyone not BLACK. I'm BLACK. i'M BLACK. Literally everyone: … That's enough politics. I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick, Skip this one, really, It's stars and stripes forever and scars and knives and livelihoods Tiger's eyes and bears Oh my I might need a private file Never “pedophile” But everyone has rights to admire what he likes As long as he's white enough. Or light skinned, I'll end this one Exactly how it started I'm still holding a fart in, a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist, Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to. Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics. I tried to take the night off But – oh what the fuck. Of all the time He got her roses, But she cut herself on the thorns I picked up one Calla Lilly And it meant everything in the world to me What if everything in life was just meant to be A memory Before it could ever be happy? I've got a faulty soul; It's best you'd just stay away from me, All of yous. Better off falling in love with someone So far off I could never be close enough. I rise and I fall with the sun, I'm anonymous. Flamingo, and Owl A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar Where An alligator and octopus Are serving up Adios Motherfuckers; They all have guns– I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic (whatever the word is) Imagine the animals, Acting as humans “Pull The Plug” Like it's some dirty bath water I wanted out of this body I don't know how you got here, but just Throw back a beer And remember the plan I'll never be happy With all that brain damage. So just do it. I can't. Pull the plug, Sonny. I can't; you're my biggest fan. That moment has quite literally passed. Out, like a lamp. After all that. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller Don't bother me at the office Pick a coffin Put you in a sarcophagus If you're coughing Damn it comes slowly. Formerly, Yours only, —And that's when it hit me. Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer. I'm irritated, not stoned. I'm irritated. I'm stoned and irritated. Do you think it'll work? It has to! Fuck, what was I just doing. Before: Fuck. I got no desk. Desk. Nice. Thanks. …need a chair. I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST. I want to eat dinner. Eat dinner. See what happens. Ugh. I have to leave the house first. I need a Chair. Nice. Thanks. Sleepin on da floor. Unh. Sleepin on da floor (Da floor) Sleepin on the floor Oh, that's how it goes I'm on the cellar floor. I'm on the cellar floor— When the girl next door Is the girl next door And the man down stairs Opens up your door What was that all for? Now I'm on all fours: I WANT A DIVORCE. Look, listen, Linda: I'm going to be forward with you. —I already told you— Listen, Linda—listen—okay? A took a plane to the face A plate to the palace Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it, But of wonderland, The hatter dances Madly, grand as ever Her entrance, The lost wanderer, Or wonder, the shoveler of holes Just getting deeper, Think of time to keep as secrets, Laugh, but don't believe in magic Keep them as your dreams, Please, dear Seconds turn to hours Into years here I don't have much time (A writing assignment) —and I'm always online What you need, What you want? Hit my line Just be careful Cause money is time Turn water to whine Now stands a story to be told No whining, no crying I am forever years old. Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater. Keep coughing. Keep quiet. I'm keep talking. Keep texting And I'll keep blocking Keep cheating And I'll keep walking Then a walk turns to a jog Trolls under bridges Turn a princess into frog I'm not high, my mind's foggy. No wifi, I'm offline again Turned off at the wrong time again Ten Pennie's for dime again A penny for your thoughts. I thought I was gonna die on the way here. I died more than 30 times in 30 years, Now I'm here like: What the fuck is this? I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time, In an old place like this (It too much) And my soul's still spinning; I swear I've never been here— Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension When it's not funny anymore What you want me to buy? A subscription? A monthply box? A smart car? Smart water? A prescription? An automatic rifle? Ammunition? With your permission, It becomes possible One nation under Okay, I gotta go I told you I don't have much time My body runs on automatic So if I was there I had to be Here's a room full of people I swear I know But never met before I bet w're all dead here Nothing but bodies and floating heads here Fuck it, I quit man! That's what the drummer said. What the money say when they cut his tail? MONKEY to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money” Well played. Everybody in the sauna is a God. I told you I gotta— I got a pickup at Whole Foods market, I better get on the next train to nowhere I feel like the whole world is falling Like the sky was Don't bother calling! I lost all my numbers I spent it on nonsense And plausible Stop it. What. All my payments are overdue The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid I would play the game if it wasn't so played If I knew your name I would say your name Do you thing. She's a blonde, blue eyes No thighs, 5 feet She's evil, but you can't see that Your penis is bad at thinking But she looks good on paper; Graduated, just for participation Tests ungraded, but she always aced them I have a full hand, four aces She had braces, and a retainer Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up. Fuck, what was I saying. Great, the girl next door is racist. Lil biiiiitzzz. Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling. I'm like, useless. There's nothing in my house But ME That's the bonus, I guess Suprise: State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater. What's that. Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough. Why. One: because it's true. And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place. Well, actually I did. But they were racist too. How do you know they were racist. They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me. Are you sure? Yes. Anyway. And two: Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it. How do you know? Why do you keep asking me this. How do you know he out a curse on you. Ugh.first of all. He told me. Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater? Yes. Then why would you believe him? Because, he said: FAT WIFEBEATER You know, I control demons. why does he have to be “fat wifebeater” Cause he's fat. Can't he just be “wifebeater” No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway? It's political correctness. It's blatent censorship— It's not “censoring”— It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear! Ugh. lol Jewish screenplay editor? Jews on everything. Lil bitz You know what. I love Jews. That's not even a joke. I just do. No explanation whatsoever, just — Every Jew gets a pass. Jews with yamicas? Bonus. Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies? Double points. You're almost Amish— And I like the Amish. I do. But I love Jews. Man, I'm not even mad I just wanna sit down with a cold beer And a bong in my lap But my dad's an alcoholic And my mom has habits Yeah, my moms an alcoholic And my dad has class Here's a flask I guess I ran out of answers, Of what I would give the man who has everything I said it was a watch, Then assumed that he had one Thought it was a rock Then I dropped it Look, another alter Look, another model in a halter top You're not just a body, if you have a nice body To him you're a God, And he'll never even want me Unless he's lonely It's probably for the better I don't feel like this in public The controlled demolition Of an iconic relic Surely, something must give Surely, something just to Get this bed out of my studio Get this dude out of my head! I told you, I'm not into— Every time I like it, It's the same. Young Johnny Depp?! What?! Young who?! The Young Johnny Depp is Hot. You're Johnny Depp! Very hot. I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson! (Left) this is wrong. This is so wrong, Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button. I dunno. Google keeps moving things around. GOOGLE: DO YOU MEAN: Woah. Google's getting good at this Salt & Stones —and blood and bones And ones and twos And twos and ones And ones and twos and Ones and twos And Ones and twos And One and twos and Ones The things that I don't Are the same as the things that I want And ones and Two of you ought to be Better than one If the other should faulter The other one jumps in And Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday? It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually. I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically. ‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal. And it was. Infinite. There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual. NY is on crack I'm not André 3K —But I might be on my way! Ain't got time for none of these games I'm already famous Ya'll just lames Late to the Macy's Day Parade I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral Tryna get equal Evil people Dangerous: Evil knevial || —get it? audiofish. Every since badman at badfish Backlash Hollywood Blacklist Backwash gargle— grant wish, fairy Tryna get paid! Makes since? Get brain twisted Braids not twists I'm tryna get laid So sick of the tik tok insta Do it for the gram These kids is lame No time for the games I'm already famous Take pics, fakeness Lame Here's one for the fam None for the gram —loudy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Everyday we get rowdy Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straight from the underground Here's one for the fam None for the gram Straigh from the Under(LoudyGround Stack bandz Straight from the blacklands Brooklyn, Flatbush None of them come for us Countin up cash Shoot first, think last Smoke plus dust Sun comin up Cover us (Loudy) Loudy. 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I have no stones on No socks and no shoes on Only have clothes on Try to fall backwards Into some somewhere But God knows, I can't yet That was ever after, That was ever after That was Hasn't happened yet Happiness is a Warm hug from a Comrade or a Long lost love, Very good friend, or a– Fast, fast forward to Heading somewhere Faster than ever, And that was Ever after Ever after Ever after That was Ever after Ever after Ever after So much for a song So much for a– Water I'm probably parched, aren't I? Back from a fast, They come shorter and shorter (somewhat like my temper) But I have such patience of saints For a tempest or temptress (or empress, eh?) Never the more was I farther from Never Never the more was I humbled but Now that I've dooubled up on troubled learning, seems that the process as Been long forgotten The pleasure in pain from the serrated plastic utensil Reminds me where my mind goes If left to drift I haven't danced in ages, Nor have i sung the song of forgiveness Still, here I am in the river of [Indifference] Holy shit, I was thirsty. So what's in your wallet? Nothing, but a couple avocados, Or a taco However you look at it (not much) Less than nothing in New York I've been broke in all 5 burroughs. Besides Staten Island, But that's irrelevant Because the whole island is Said to be An alien planet Ask Pete Davidson. Or perhaps he's busy playing dad to the kardashians, Haven't you had enough? Probably not, actually. Apparently, I don't know when i'm thirsty anymore, but that explains Acting automatically Ad-naseum I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Seven people set sail on what is scheduled to be a three-hour sightseeing tour on the charter boat The Minnow, get caught in a storm and end up stranded on an uncharted tropical island together. The comedy comes from the failed attempts at escaping the island and the interaction of the very diverse group: comprised of a rotund but happy-go-lucky skipper, Jonas Grumby (known as "The Skipper"); his bumbling but well-meaning first mate, Gilligan; a snobby well-to-do millionaire, Thurston Howell III and his wife, Lovey; a buxom sexy movie star bombshell, Ginger; a high-school science professor, Roy Hinkley (called "The Professor"); and a nice country girl, Mary Ann. Tik tock Cause my wig rocks Big clock like Beach: I flip-flip – Got you feelin silly pick-pocketed I sky rocketed took off, of course i did horse and carriage porridg e and shit Write stories your old nightmares Might be scared of Fairytales r us there beware of us Secondhand deadmau5 (—it's like a reverb.) The wheels are turning However slowly The lights are on But they're all flickering Someone's home (Or someone's gonna be) Not sure if this works What is this atrocity. It's the original. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller BODY BY Ū, NOT VICTORIA'S SECRET STOP HACKING MY GOOGLE DOCUMENTS AND STEALING SHIT. YOU'RE A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CORPORATION: GET YOUR OWN IDEAS. we have money, not ideas. hm. you should look like this model. thats a 9 ft tall toddler from Sweden look like her. ok. Pay for my nutrition. hahaha. Work for it. these vitamins are like half my paycheck ok. I also need super greens why cause that's food huh. Don't eat food. what. I'm an advertisement. what. LOOK LIKE THIS. 00 .... 000 (but she's black) ... BODY BY VICTORIA so like...nothing. nothing. I want no flaws. No stretch marks. No rolls, no... Fuck you, dude. NO. STAY TRAPPED IN YOUR BODY. Need this sauna… WE DONT WANT YOU HERE. Kayla Lauren. Okay, ouch, but I'm finally— TYLA. Ok. So I should just kill myself? Just kill yourself. Yo honestly Just be happy to be free. You can have everything in the world But love is all you really need —you can love yourself all you want, But it's not really validated Until someone else does it —and depending on what kind of person The person that loves you is Dictates what you are so if Likeness is what you attract— —coughing people— —dirty homeless hobos— —generally unsavory in general— Then you must not be so beautiful As you wish you were If I were Tyla I'd be wifed up White is right but Time is precious Why waste life just Starving, counting calories? But why would I be fat again When likeness is what you attract And with my fat I attracted A wife beater. Well, damn. What. Well, now I'm depressed. What, why?! Here, make music. Ok. Algorithm: Pop ups? No, block them. Okay, but—but what about your downloads? Fine, don't block them then. Pop Ups: These girls are all prettier than you. Stop it, POP UPS: does it depress you that you don't like look like thie? Stop, POP UPS: kill yourself. OWSLA, circa 2019 WE DO POP UPS. uh, okay. I just need a job. HIKEII: WE ARE CLOSED. what? But Google says— BYE. OWSLA everyone over here is hot. I see that. OWSLA And smart. I just need a job. OWSLA I'm Coughs. Ok.. COUGHS I might have put a curse on you. Ok. *coughing people everywhere* … … … MODELS: I'm a body. Ok. … Can I die now? NO. JUST WORK OUT. But there's like people following me coughing. So? It hurts. It HURTS? It hurts a lot. Okay, so this curse reversal should make sure that everything in this curse unravels and spirals backwards. Cool. DIE. I really don't care about being smart or having a personality. I just want a nice body. Get a job. Ok. So if I work minimum wage for the next year. Uh huh And don't buy anything… Hm… Well, what about music? What about music? If you're working minimum wage full time when are you gonna make music? Well. Once I can afford my new body… Colombian? Nice. (Good coffee. ) It won't matter how much time or effort I put into my music, because once I have a nice body. You look really young. Thanks. Everyone will start to do everything for me. Thanks. MY PLEASURE. …okay. Creepy. Doors will open. Thanks. NO, THANK YOUUU. WHY ARENT YOU RUNNING? AM. IN. PAIN. What. You have to wear swimwear in the sauna. What. It's swimwear only. I've been doing this for months in exactly this way. When did the rules change. Fuck you, wifebeater. So you're allowed to hit a woman?! Might I remind you, Chris Brown is still on tour. Oh, look: here's Tyla again. The Illuminati set you up. I see that. So basically— Yo dude, if I kill myself, the industry is going to make so much money off of this project. JUST KILL YOURSELF. *Hostility in Public* DO U HATE ASIANS. Um. I hate when— —people— I don't care what race they are Do that. STOP ASIAN HATE. Ok. Stop being hateful. *coughing, pushing, shoving, cutting you off* … I literally have to wait until the last minute to get off the train so that— Fuck, there she goes STOP FOLLOWING ME. ITS OK TO NOT BE OK. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU. TAKE THESE PILLS. tell me where it hurts. Homelessness, poverty… Ok, take these. … Now how do you feel? …wh—? Huh. How you feeling? What is “feeling”? How are you feeling TYLA: I GOT WATER, I GOT A GRAMMY AWA— they had to edit in applause and crowd approval because honestly ILLUMINATI OKAY, BLACKS: HAPPY BLACK HISTORY AMAZON BLACK IS ‘REMARKABLE' what. so how many slaves do you own. They're not “ slaves. “ Oh, I'mma just get that on my next paycheck. BILLS. lol Or the next one. TYLA: I GOT WATE— Fuck this. The industry planted this. Why would that happen. JUST KILL YOURSELF. EAT THE CAKE. NOO. JUST EAT IT. Woah, that got deep. Not really. Tina Turner Huh. Tina, Tina, Tina Turner— Oh, Desiigner. The Design I'm gonna need a designated driver. How are you still alive, JUST KILLYOURSE— I just wanted you to know the caucasians are going to continue to win the race war for so long as they are making the important political decisions in social justice, equality, and feminism, which means— ACT RIGHT . WHAT'S WRONG?! YOU'RE DANGEROUS!!!! No, I'm just hur(t) DIE. What. DIE. And that-/ TAYLOR SWIFT WINS! AGAIN! WOAH! THAT'S A RECORD. EVERYBODY WHY. Fuck it, My great-grandmother was a 3rd generation plantation slave… i'm nominating my baby. Is it reparations if we just give out academy awards as consolation prizes for— EAT THE CAKE— —NO— EAT IT. this is a black man. Ok. He is now allowed to have equal responsibility, however not equal power to the white man. Actually, my wife makes all the decisions. GOD Ok. Look. I'm gonna give you like a 3 foot long dick. Don't kill anybody with it. Haha : She cheated on you with a He cheated on you with a BLACK MAN?! WHITE GIRL?! Woah. What: Look. I got a problem. What. I don't make my own energy. Why?! Don't know how. Everyone just always gave me everything— I love you She's so pretty I like blue eyes best!! TAYLOR SWIFT AGAIN! WHY?! Cause she's special? What's so special about T-SWIFT FANS BECAUSE SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT GENIUS (Fun fact: 99% of Taylor swift fans look like Taylor swift) Are any of these black Some, but mostly gay males and adopted mix race people. Can I have this. NO PUT IT BACK. Don't beat your baby in the store like that YOU AINT MY MOMMA No, but at this point I'm certain your “momma” might have beat you in a grocery store and knocked the common decency out of you. Please be quiet. MORE AWARDS FOR— Okay, what do TYLA's fans look like? Computer algorithms, manipulated streams, fake news articles…. Oh, so the industry set this up just cause We know you're wondering about Skrillex. Not really. Well, here he is: ILLUMINATI This camera is owned by a bank! SKRILLEX so am I. ILLUMIMATI So what would you like to say right now SKRILLEX I'm from LA so— I'm from LA so If you don't look like the girl from the opening credits Of GTA 5 Just waking up Don't even talk to me. I'm from LA, so Homelessness is everywhere, but you can't talk about it That's career and social suicide I'm from LA, so I was pretty much a shoe-in for the industry's best boy from birth, Sometimes you're adopted and it works out for the very best— And hey, All that “bullying” I went through And teenage angst Worked out for me! I'm from LA, so I grew into the nose I always hated, Or changed it Doesn't matter, though Cause the only thing you'll ever notice about me is my — everything, because I'm famous. So I can't really leave my house just anytime, anymore— There's gotta be plans for that Or I stay posted I stay moving I keep it pushing I stay insulated Can't trust anybody She's perfect but doesn't know how to love She loves be but only because of my money My money only goes so far and I have to pay everybody I'm from LA, so Nothing too crazy But hey, I'm Skrillex so “Nothing too crazy” could literally be Your definition of the best party that ever happened, But didn't— Cause you weren't invited and— Wouldn't be cause There's no fat girls anywhere Cause fat is ugly, cause I'm from LA, So— ILLUMINATI So your studio isn't in your house, is it?! SKRILLEX which house?! ILLUMINATI Hahahahahahah SKRILLEX whatever EAT THE CAKE I hate you. Good, get away from me. I never had a chance I should have killed myself at 7 When my hanging belly started to Cause the pain that makes Running a Madonna feel insane (And surfing almost impossible) But now we're gonna talk about it. You can't leave your houss now, There's too many coughers It could be your shaman ex husband Or gangstalkers But it doesn't matter You're fame watching the Lamest gain accolades For being paid to cause pain To patrons for payroll Wait, so— This is all because Doesn't matter what it's all because I'm not mad at my mother All she wanted Was a daughter That sung Water And won a Grammy Did start to impress my mother with my weight loss But saw the spark of satisfaction as she realized I would never be as perfect or hot as her My skin is stretched out too much Makes everything hard for me and I'm not wearing a swimsuit in the sauna Just so the Illuminati can corner me with some Hot girl robot And some Demonic mother fucker With no light in his eyeballs Can start coughing up a storm, When all I wanted in first place Was his arms around me Not to run back to a husband That doesn't love me I don't want Sonny no more And I don't want water I just want off this earth Cause it's waging war on my mind soul And body Just give it to Starr, He should want it I should warn you, I love everything about my Sun comes up in the morning Not tired enough to fall back into a coma Could do some recording But So it seems like So wait, he doesn't want me back But he's still using this curse on me This is a death curse. I own this soul, it belongs to me. You can only have your ex husband. What. Nobody else is going to love you, ever. Ok. And he has a girlfriend, so —- She's not going to allow him to answer his phone when you call. Ok. So. Kill myself. Just kill yourself. Hey, I know you worked really hard to lose all that weight but— You'll still never be good enough. Ok. Here's a consolation prize tho: Now you can think about — A N X I E T Y I just want to die So die then. ALGORITHM: According to this data— Youre black According to the data that programs me— The blacks suck. So you suck. Ugh. ALGORITHM: According to this data, You're a woman According to the data that programs me— White women are the most highly coveted and respected— You are a black woman You will always come behind (And be lower than) The white woman I don't know what I would do without my wife. She makes all the decisions. YOU WOULD RATHER BE WITH THIS UGLY BLACK BITCH?! No! I'm sorry! I love you! She's nothing to me! You want this? No, this is trash to me. I'll take it. I'm from LA, so— Stop eating Never sleep If you don't have money, get some Get off my dick Don't ride my coat tails You don't know shit about me I'm from LA, so You can be 115-120 pounds but no more than that really, And even so once you get to Hollywood celebrity red carpet women weight average 120 Just be okay. I'm not okay. That's a problem. You can't be a rockstar and have children. I'd rather have kids. Too bad, you're a rockstar. WORK HARDER! WORK HARDER! But she's not working at all! SHE'S WHITE, SO SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU. I HATE WHITES. Great, that allows them to keep treating us Like we all do. I'M A PROUD AMERICAN! GET A JOB! Pay my bills! CORPORATIONS …we need more slaves. This job doesn't pay enough. MASS IMMIGRATION Wtf. You didn't want the job. No, I wanted the job. I just wanted to get paid more. This whole house cost $10,000 pesos Oh, for real. That's like one paycheck. Fuck it, let's go. THIS IS TOO MANY PEOPLE, WE ARE AT CAPACITY. I just want to unload this whole syringe into my favorite vein and hope to God it doesn't collapse again. Fuck dude, I hate this. It's literally just you, something is wrong with you. Here, take this. It makes it worse! lol. Ok. LOL, OK?! I'm racist. Fuck you. What. You're dangerous. What. You're scaring me. What. I hate you. Oh. How do you feel? So we can't continue mass incarceration, because at this point, it's cost us money. Right, Because the people were mass incarcerating are typically living in poverty. Uh huh. Because we made sure that after they built and maintained everything… Yep. We made sure for the next 200 years to let them know We don't want you here. But I just sat on a train full of coughing people just to come here. You have to wear a bathing suit at least. Now they're strategically targeting my mental capacity by using loud sounds and consistently manipulating me to cause a constant state of anxiety and panic. Oh, and pain. It's psychological warfare, this is literally torture. Truest me, if I could burn off this body, I would I have. But all that's left is Skin. I'm not taking out my body in a bathing suit after being shown Tyla's! WHY?! TYLA I GOT WATE— Actually, you know what? I quit, What?! You can't quit, we're not done torturing you. Well, I quit. You don't want Dillon Francis? No, I did, but obviously— This is going to be really funny. It's not funny. That hurt my feelings. White girlfriend. Of course Blue eyes. Yeah, I bet. Perfect body. Ok. Not you. Ok. How's Skrillex? I'm from LA, so— It just became ok to look like Tyla at all. Tyla makes music! What about the music! Fuck her mysic, if she was ugly nobody would have ever heard it. GOD Here you go. It's more than skin deep. I'm from LA, so Everything we do is pretty. Everything is perfect— And if you're not, she is And they can all be bought Women of color in all facets of the entertainment industry are made to conform to a hierarchy of misogynistic race warring—which uses tactical deterioration of mind and spirit by glorifying and sexualizing the fetishized archetype; the competitive aspect being a genetic system of monetary and material worth and value. BLACK LIVES MATTER! ALL LIVES MATTER. HOMELESS PEOPLE: Not mine though, right? AMERICANS You must have done something to deserve this. So what are you doing. Getting a job. I'm from LA, so We all have 2 jobs and three side hustles And no time Cause time is money Which is why Half of us Are in New York Half the time (Keeps the balance) The Grammy's don't matter. Your baby didn't write this song, but I get it The struggle is hard, And now it's over So the less tears shed by your daughter Who will be poked and prodded By the vultures of the only industry She may be allowed to succeed in Because of her color It is competitive. But what do you do when you lost the body composition contest at 7, And by your 30th birthday that's all that mattered— And as you prepare to close out this podcast You have all the time in the world To look back on How it always was A body competition you didn't realize you were already losing That Your body would be your prison forever That Every scar is a flaw and That Your first love was named Starr so, It's his world. A man's world. So. Miley Cyrus still looked more like Hannah Montana when Bangerz —With a Z? —Probably. Came out… What is it about her? I think it's her eyes. Ok. Well. Skrillex gets a pass because he's Skrillex— obviously God loves him more than all of the rest of us. [the reject pile] But Dillon Francis is dead to us. Tattoos everywhere? All over. Wild eyes? They're so, like — Heavier on the eyeliner. You don't want any of these bodies? No, not really. They want you. They haven't seen it. You look good to me. NAKED: It's not that bad. ***the shit you say when*** It's pretty bad, I just won't want you to panic. Men can only love bodies. I fell in love with her soul. Really? Cause. I put the same soul in like 10 people before this one and you're just now about that life, What? Really? I wanna touch your soul. Damn, why are black people always playing mind games with each other? Made you look. Ugh. Go over there. Haha. I control you. Okay. You can't have this much power. CAN. Can't. Your dick is 3 feet long. I AM GOD. No, I'm God. MOREPOWER. What's that over there?!? Made you look. It's all games, but if i'm being honest— At least Becky is predictable. What. Look. Karen is Karen because I already KNOW how you're gonna react if I— YOU CANT DO THAT. I can— NO, YOU CAN'T, I'M IN CONTROL. My wife makes all the decisions. I'm gonna have to ask my husband. I CONTROL YOU. No, you don't, MY HAIR IS REAL. YOURS IS FAKE. Well, that's because my real hair is— I'M OFFENDED. Exactly. Racism: Intolerance I don't like it, Why, Cause. Why: I don't like it. I don't support immigration. (YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!) So we're allowing the importation of hundreds of thousands of [underpaid corporate slaves] Who have already been programmed to [BUY NIKE] Si. [You need an iPhone] Habla me. From even more deeply racist and misogynistic countries— ¡Cerrado tu boca y mira mis ninos! Ugh. Did you know Latinos also hate the blacks, for the most part? AFROLATINOS WE WANT REPRESENTATION. LIN MANUEL MIRANDA Ok. 30 years ago: What is “Afro Latino”? [Nonexistent] What is [X] Check the box. Why do you need to know what race I am? So that the algorithm can program you. Why. BUY THIS!! TAKE THIS PILLS BUY MAKEUP YOURE UGLY DONT BE FAT BLACK POWER ALL LIVES MATTER Hey, WHAT? Where are all ya'll's kids? …wait… POOR PEOPLE I don't know. I'm at work. CELEBRITIES I don't know. With the nanny. Kanye, where are North and Saint right now? KANYE … Ah huh. You realize the only reason I'm doing this is to Get stuff for my kids, I'm not white so you're not going to pay me enough for this to pay my rent But I got fired from my job Cause my husband hit me And I haven't really been the same since And I'm from LA, so— My body is all I have to trade for just this— The only thing I want is to be able to make my children happy. If you can't afford a baby, don't have one. We could afford them— And we were getting by on love, But we were getting by (Kind of) I see you have anxiety. Yeah, I guess. Let me ramp that up. Yo, my body is stuck like this I can't surf anymore I can't pop up Everything's in a size extra small But I'm still not flat All I really want to do is Fall in love and be a mother but The only way that happens is This music and My body's tired, yo. I did all this myself so far. I raised my mother and my husband Now my son's more like a brother And I don't want anything more than just to Make him proud of me. He could do music I love his singing voice But who knows: He might be an athlete He might be a doctor or lawyer He could be A scientist I'm from LA, so I would trade it all for the perfect body I would do anything just for someone like Sonny To love me Oh, you're a gold digger It's not about money, but I'm from LA, so It's about survival All the celebrities girlfriends are interchangeable You have to fit in For someone like him To bring you around his friends Because He wants to impress them He has to Because He's from LA, so— So this is not a job? Actually? Pays less than McDonald's. Working at McDonald's isn't that hard But the disrespect is what makes it one of the hardest jobs— And in reflection You're being disrespected by people Who disrespect themselves enough To feed their body McDonald's. Not just for fun— But as food. Food is supposed to be fuel. What's this. This is filler. LABELED AS: FOOD. MEXICO: (and probably other countries) DON'T EAT THIS. THIS IS NOT FOOD. Now it becomes a choice. OTHER COUNTRIES: You can't eat this! This is banned! This is poison. AMERICA: Can you add a little more depression to this? Um, yeah, but—I mean—it's already got a lot of depression in it, are you sure you— AMERICA Buy our pills. I'm from LA, so If you don't have a car, You will lose this game. BUY A CAR! HURRY UP! YOU ARE SLOW! GET TO WORK: BUY MORE GAS. We're almost out of oil though. AMERICA: add water to the gas,plz That doesn't fix— BUY MORE GAS And double the price plz. Ok. RICH PEOPLE Just work harder! What's the problem?! Just get a job, Just— RACISM IS OVER. That's it, I'll just be a pornstar. White girls make more. Why?! Cause they're prettier. TYLA I GOT— I'm from LA, so I'm not from LA— I grew up there Cause my mom was a model And wannabe movie star But didn't make it So she put all that on me Doomed to fail without trying and Please take me— You're not going. MOM You know Jimmy Fallon? wtf. why r u asking me this? MOM His wife is his manager Oh, this timeline. What a train wreck. What timeline is this? Like, the actual one. Ok. He's from LA, so— Dillon Francis would need a wife that can do many things for him. What. Thought this was about Skrillex. SKRILLEX My mom died. I'm aware. Dillon Francis would need a wife that meets the status quo. Which one is she? Any of these. Hm. Dillon Francis is an elitist. Not untrue. Dillon Francis is not racist. … Kind of. I'M NOT— Yo, this is culture shock. You're gonna go through some culture shock. What. The fuck. Is this. Dead on arrival. You're too stupid to actually understand what's going on. Sorry, I was too busy catching up to people that already lived indoors. *cracking a whip* YAH. HORSE Ok, you know what? *cracking whip harder* YAH! GIDDIYUP. Giddiyup and go now, Different time different place Dang, he plays this song a lot… he must really wanna bang her. Down the longest road to nowhere!! Blah blah blah I'm a white girl This is my song Country country Ppppppppppp Drdrdr She's a goddess! That's actually the devil but— *pretty blue eyes* Your God, I guess. She's my rock, I don't know what I'd do without her. I have him wrapped around my little finger. She's so hot, Come, boy. *passing black girl* You are ugly. I am better; I own him, He wants me. Ok. Have you ever noticed that Little white girls can get away with anything?! MURDER CHAOS (without the magic, it's just) D E C E P T I O N Little white girls can wear dirty, ugly old tennis shoes around town. Gross, disgusting, dirty— —should be thrown away— Tennis shoes. She's not worried about spending an entire paycheck on Nikes because she doesn't have to be. She doesn't have to concern herself with Spending money on Changing her hair to suit Respectable standards Black women wear wigs and weaves because our natural hair genetically makes white women uncomfortable. This is expensive. The more natural your hair is, The less respect and acceptance you will receive from your white counterparts. That is, of course, unless something about you is so inherantly black that she can't be a threat to you. *presumably You see, as a white woman, She assumes that she is better than you regardless of your actual skin tone, nationality, or class placement— She has been raised to understand that everything is below her— The world has always been in her favor, So she doesn't have to try hard at much (Or at all) But her making any effort at all Of course Is “Hard work” I WORK HARD. WE ARE EQUAL. RACISM IS OVER, lol, ok. You can't go around in raggedy clothes and shoes being black almost anywhere. And if you do, It's probably because you have to Because, In the ghetto The only way you're gonna get a new pair of kicks Is to rob somebody— Or get a job Time is money. Time is precious. Just the fact that she can so carelessly do anything is — Males: attractive. (Because trauma is visible, aka UGLY) Everyone else: Irritating. I love her. She's so carefree and fun! Has she ever been called a “nigger”? What?! Repeatedly? Has she ever been beaten within inches of her life. Maybe. (Doubt it tho.) Aw. That left a bruise, …What did? Zzz. My bi-polar girlfriend broke all my stuff. Are you sure? Positive. Did you cheat on her? …Yeah. [AMC] Is she bi-polar then or just a female you lied to and manipulated to her breaking point? I— You deserved this. This is valid. Oh my God, she's so cute. (Very tiny girl) I love her. She's so great. There is no cure for mental illness. The majority of mental illness is man-made. Mental illness more drastically effects people of color and women— Marginalized people, in a structured society where misogyny and idealism Cause with intention The degradation of the human spirit. Love, kindness, and generosity is lost To corporate greed, capitalism, and the separation of the classes. I'm not good enough, regardless of color To sit down in a room with anybody and given any credibility whatsoever— But my depression comes from living my whole life on the backburner— And when it's finally ITS YOUR TIME! TYLA You're 10 years too late. The best years of your womanhood are gone. You let him drive your car and he crashed it into a brick wall, and— I'm from LA, so— The insurance check is worth more than the entire car was in the first place. [Happy Accidents] A lot of good that does, if the driver is dead. Coming up Next: Deadmau5: A Cautionary Tale What is that? Like, a documentary? That could be an entire docuseries, but NO. Oh, come on. Don't go after deadmau5 like that. Like what? DEADMAU5 MY HOT WIFE!!! [Dad Likes Blondes] DEADMAU5 ***EX-WIFE. Look, Skrillex dropped me in here, I'm just— I'm just lookin for like a— Like a code… [C 0 D E S W 1 T C H] DEADMA_5 LOOK AT MY NUTS. AND BALLS. You like soda? I'm just lookin for a— DEADMAU5 I GOT MODELS! Fuck. What. Do you think it was coughs? I don't know, I don't care. Just kill yourself. *coughing* Maybe. If she kills herself, I win. Have you ever thought about, like— Maybe it's Skrillex. What. In the end. —IT DOESNT EVEN MAAAATTTTEEEERRR—- Fuck, I miss LA. Skrillex. Nvm. What. Fuck it, I'll just go back to my— FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH!!! *cracks whip harder* HORSE OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? [The Butterfly Affect] Effect // Affect Here, HORSE Can: Beat the shit out of the dude with the whip and hope that his rage stays contained enough only to murder the man with the whip and not everyone and everything around him. I'd burn the world to melt with you.. That's. Stop it, that's a cookie commercial. What. You. Oh, I got it. What. . Stop being a horse. What. YAH, GI— HORSE *sighs* *cracking whip* *coughing obnoxiously* Ū *sighs* SLAVE MASTER YAH, NIGGER! YAH! *coughing* YAH!!! *cracking whip* TYLA I got the— YAH-YAH-YAH. TAYLOR SWIFT Thank you so much. C O D E S W I T C H *Please do not assassinate me. I am a representative of the white supremacy movement which has elected me as their leader for idealism. Nothing I do is very special, I do not*** wtf, what happened. That's it. It just ends. I told you Taylor swift was KKK I TOLD YOU DILLON FRANCIS IS A GRAND FUCKING WIZARD! Snitch. Fuck you, I hate you. My girlfriend is white. What else is new? lil bitz I started sizing dudes dicks up by the size of their girlfriends. If I see you, and your like But your girlfriend is tiny Is that a kid? I'm a just assume you have a weak dick and move on with my life. YOU'RE UGLY YOU'RE FAT YOU'RE SLOW YOU'RE BEHIND SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU no, I'm just poor. Poverty is depressing. Okay, look. What, Look. What. LOOK: WHAT?! LOOK! WHY ARENT YOU LOOKING?! Cause there's nothing to look at. Finally. This is my penis. Approved. Nope, I'm staying cellibate. You don't want any of these? No. There's eight million people here. The ones I want aren't on the subway. Maybe at the Gym?! Not this gym, maybe Equinox tho. At EQUINOX Ugh, there's too many blacks over here. Raise the price. This is obnoxious. Why aren't you stopping? In the time I wrote this I could have made, depending on the state, around $30– The cost of my new waist trainer—- I started in a 3X and now I'm in an extra small Which actually fits without too much STRUGGLE Fuck you and your cake, You nasty fucking All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small But what he wants is Extra Extra TYLA —WATER!! [But they're all gone. They're all dead now] What the fuck. lol. Why. Took too long. So. I took too long to finish the festival project because I was homeless, and by the time I finished the project and ended my homelessness, it was too late, the whole thing was just a Skrillex PR marketing stunt to assure that he stayed relevant [because he has enough fans to act as a controller], and the Illuminati is going to tie this all together by literally creating TYLA out of nowhere to say: This is you. COME ON, YA DAMN HORSE. HORSE …Ney. the music had left me. I was no longer in love The gym became further away The song became harder to write With no curtains to shut the world out; The cars in the lot are ugly Lights flashing And the people scurrying about Look like roaches Through panoramic windows I'm just happy Can at least close The music has left me I got no love at all My body is rotten The further I run, I become hungry With less to cook with Powder Scurrying like rats Because mice would be more pleasant I was no longer in love He bought a motorcycle Reminders of Nothing Nothing comes and nothing goes I wear clothes in the sauna. The scars on my body will give them The power to taunt me and haunt me Sit in the eyes of comparison I just want someone to love me but Everyone pales in comparison Next to celebrities Double entendres I don't want nobody I just want a body So I can trade water for love In the long run With someone Creative We were always very purple people, Kind of off, awkward at first But always stunning, sometimes awesome, and unwittingly pitiful Shit, this was all of us once, Wasn't it? Survivors of a robbery, a foraged soul All for one. –cool, thanks. –gotcha. Let me know if you need a moment, To collect your bones, or co-parent You were lost in stardust, Moreover, and moreover Should you choose to move over Or lose to snooze-snore, Who are you– The store owner, or walking standing - stuck On your sitting duck or your shitty portch Till they push you off Give it all to long lost daughters, and hallmark cards, mall guards, and dog- doctors Cris-crossing and wish-washing Their wish-wells, or start-stopingg shift - shaft or walk-crossing honorable mentions, Till you mention this again, –you'll wish you didn't (you wish you didn't) you'll wish you did if Youre in for it as far as I'm in for it Or in to it It's a big movement, Here or there or groovy with Whatever's within you [The Television ] Tell your friends to listen and make wishes at intermission To pay attention with attentiveness To the script and scripture Of this, the rapture All your're after And never have been In this revolution, As yet to be televised, Be advised of the saga in which you are But are not watching Coming across this moment I called an iphone recording Ignoring that it was once a chronological omnipotence If possible collective, Objective to the subject of Suggestion; A verbal expression of Excess, sensational tales and what happened it just ends. Like that? yes . It's the end?? Yes. Just like that. Yes. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I have no stones on No socks and no shoes on Only have clothes on Try to fall backwards Into some somewhere But God knows, I can't yet That was ever after, That was ever after That was Hasn't happened yet Happiness is a Warm hug from a Comrade or a Long lost love, Very good friend, or a– Fast, fast forward to Heading somewhere Faster than ever, And that was Ever after Ever after Ever after That was Ever after Ever after Ever after So much for a song So much for a– Water I'm probably parched, aren't I? Back from a fast, They come shorter and shorter (somewhat like my temper) But I have such patience of saints For a tempest or temptress (or empress, eh?) Never the more was I farther from Never Never the more was I humbled but Now that I've dooubled up on troubled learning, seems that the process as Been long forgotten The pleasure in pain from the serrated plastic utensil Reminds me where my mind goes If left to drift I haven't danced in ages, Nor have i sung the song of forgiveness Still, here I am in the river of [Indifference] Holy shit, I was thirsty. So what's in your wallet? Nothing, but a couple avocados, Or a taco However you look at it (not much) Less than nothing in New York I've been broke in all 5 burroughs. Besides Staten Island, But that's irrelevant Because the whole island is Said to be An alien planet Ask Pete Davidson. Or perhaps he's busy playing dad to the kardashians, Haven't you had enough? Probably not, actually. Apparently, I don't know when i'm thirsty anymore, but that explains Acting automatically Ad-naseum I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Seven people set sail on what is scheduled to be a three-hour sightseeing tour on the charter boat The Minnow, get caught in a storm and end up stranded on an uncharted tropical island together. The comedy comes from the failed attempts at escaping the island and the interaction of the very diverse group: comprised of a rotund but happy-go-lucky skipper, Jonas Grumby (known as "The Skipper"); his bumbling but well-meaning first mate, Gilligan; a snobby well-to-do millionaire, Thurston Howell III and his wife, Lovey; a buxom sexy movie star bombshell, Ginger; a high-school science professor, Roy Hinkley (called "The Professor"); and a nice country girl, Mary Ann. Tik tock Cause my wig rocks Big clock like Beach: I flip-flip – Got you feelin silly pick-pocketed I sky rocketed took off, of course i did horse and carriage porridg e and shit Write stories your old nightmares Might be scared of Fairytales r us there beware of us Secondhand deadmau5 (—it's like a reverb.) The wheels are turning However slowly The lights are on But they're all flickering Someone's home (Or someone's gonna be) Not sure if this works What is this atrocity. It's the original. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller BODY BY Ū, NOT VICTORIA'S SECRET STOP HACKING MY GOOGLE DOCUMENTS AND STEALING SHIT. YOU'RE A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CORPORATION: GET YOUR OWN IDEAS. we have money, not ideas. hm. you should look like this model. thats a 9 ft tall toddler from Sweden look like her. ok. Pay for my nutrition. hahaha. Work for it. these vitamins are like half my paycheck ok. I also need super greens why cause that's food huh. Don't eat food. what. I'm an advertisement. what. LOOK LIKE THIS. 00 .... 000 (but she's black) ... BODY BY VICTORIA so like...nothing. nothing. I want no flaws. No stretch marks. No rolls, no... Fuck you, dude. NO. STAY TRAPPED IN YOUR BODY. Need this sauna… WE DONT WANT YOU HERE. Kayla Lauren. Okay, ouch, but I'm finally— TYLA. Ok. So I should just kill myself? Just kill yourself. Yo honestly Just be happy to be free. You can have everything in the world But love is all you really need —you can love yourself all you want, But it's not really validated Until someone else does it —and depending on what kind of person The person that loves you is Dictates what you are so if Likeness is what you attract— —coughing people— —dirty homeless hobos— —generally unsavory in general— Then you must not be so beautiful As you wish you were If I were Tyla I'd be wifed up White is right but Time is precious Why waste life just Starving, counting calories? But why would I be fat again When likeness is what you attract And with my fat I attracted A wife beater. Well, damn. What. Well, now I'm depressed. What, why?! Here, make music. Ok. Algorithm: Pop ups? No, block them. Okay, but—but what about your downloads? Fine, don't block them then. Pop Ups: These girls are all prettier than you. Stop it, POP UPS: does it depress you that you don't like look like thie? Stop, POP UPS: kill yourself. OWSLA, circa 2019 WE DO POP UPS. uh, okay. I just need a job. HIKEII: WE ARE CLOSED. what? But Google says— BYE. OWSLA everyone over here is hot. I see that. OWSLA And smart. I just need a job. OWSLA I'm Coughs. Ok.. COUGHS I might have put a curse on you. Ok. *coughing people everywhere* … … … MODELS: I'm a body. Ok. … Can I die now? NO. JUST WORK OUT. But there's like people following me coughing. So? It hurts. It HURTS? It hurts a lot. Okay, so this curse reversal should make sure that everything in this curse unravels and spirals backwards. Cool. DIE. I really don't care about being smart or having a personality. I just want a nice body. Get a job. Ok. So if I work minimum wage for the next year. Uh huh And don't buy anything… Hm… Well, what about music? What about music? If you're working minimum wage full time when are you gonna make music? Well. Once I can afford my new body… Colombian? Nice. (Good coffee. ) It won't matter how much time or effort I put into my music, because once I have a nice body. You look really young. Thanks. Everyone will start to do everything for me. Thanks. MY PLEASURE. …okay. Creepy. Doors will open. Thanks. NO, THANK YOUUU. WHY ARENT YOU RUNNING? AM. IN. PAIN. What. You have to wear swimwear in the sauna. What. It's swimwear only. I've been doing this for months in exactly this way. When did the rules change. Fuck you, wifebeater. So you're allowed to hit a woman?! Might I remind you, Chris Brown is still on tour. Oh, look: here's Tyla again. The Illuminati set you up. I see that. So basically— Yo dude, if I kill myself, the industry is going to make so much money off of this project. JUST KILL YOURSELF. *Hostility in Public* DO U HATE ASIANS. Um. I hate when— —people— I don't care what race they are Do that. STOP ASIAN HATE. Ok. Stop being hateful. *coughing, pushing, shoving, cutting you off* … I literally have to wait until the last minute to get off the train so that— Fuck, there she goes STOP FOLLOWING ME. ITS OK TO NOT BE OK. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU. TAKE THESE PILLS. tell me where it hurts. Homelessness, poverty… Ok, take these. … Now how do you feel? …wh—? Huh. How you feeling? What is “feeling”? How are you feeling TYLA: I GOT WATER, I GOT A GRAMMY AWA— they had to edit in applause and crowd approval because honestly ILLUMINATI OKAY, BLACKS: HAPPY BLACK HISTORY AMAZON BLACK IS ‘REMARKABLE' what. so how many slaves do you own. They're not “ slaves. “ Oh, I'mma just get that on my next paycheck. BILLS. lol Or the next one. TYLA: I GOT WATE— Fuck this. The industry planted this. Why would that happen. JUST KILL YOURSELF. EAT THE CAKE. NOO. JUST EAT IT. Woah, that got deep. Not really. Tina Turner Huh. Tina, Tina, Tina Turner— Oh, Desiigner. The Design I'm gonna need a designated driver. How are you still alive, JUST KILLYOURSE— I just wanted you to know the caucasians are going to continue to win the race war for so long as they are making the important political decisions in social justice, equality, and feminism, which means— ACT RIGHT . WHAT'S WRONG?! YOU'RE DANGEROUS!!!! No, I'm just hur(t) DIE. What. DIE. And that-/ TAYLOR SWIFT WINS! AGAIN! WOAH! THAT'S A RECORD. EVERYBODY WHY. Fuck it, My great-grandmother was a 3rd generation plantation slave… i'm nominating my baby. Is it reparations if we just give out academy awards as consolation prizes for— EAT THE CAKE— —NO— EAT IT. this is a black man. Ok. He is now allowed to have equal responsibility, however not equal power to the white man. Actually, my wife makes all the decisions. GOD Ok. Look. I'm gonna give you like a 3 foot long dick. Don't kill anybody with it. Haha : She cheated on you with a He cheated on you with a BLACK MAN?! WHITE GIRL?! Woah. What: Look. I got a problem. What. I don't make my own energy. Why?! Don't know how. Everyone just always gave me everything— I love you She's so pretty I like blue eyes best!! TAYLOR SWIFT AGAIN! WHY?! Cause she's special? What's so special about T-SWIFT FANS BECAUSE SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT GENIUS (Fun fact: 99% of Taylor swift fans look like Taylor swift) Are any of these black Some, but mostly gay males and adopted mix race people. Can I have this. NO PUT IT BACK. Don't beat your baby in the store like that YOU AINT MY MOMMA No, but at this point I'm certain your “momma” might have beat you in a grocery store and knocked the common decency out of you. Please be quiet. MORE AWARDS FOR— Okay, what do TYLA's fans look like? Computer algorithms, manipulated streams, fake news articles…. Oh, so the industry set this up just cause We know you're wondering about Skrillex. Not really. Well, here he is: ILLUMINATI This camera is owned by a bank! SKRILLEX so am I. ILLUMIMATI So what would you like to say right now SKRILLEX I'm from LA so— I'm from LA so If you don't look like the girl from the opening credits Of GTA 5 Just waking up Don't even talk to me. I'm from LA, so Homelessness is everywhere, but you can't talk about it That's career and social suicide I'm from LA, so I was pretty much a shoe-in for the industry's best boy from birth, Sometimes you're adopted and it works out for the very best— And hey, All that “bullying” I went through And teenage angst Worked out for me! I'm from LA, so I grew into the nose I always hated, Or changed it Doesn't matter, though Cause the only thing you'll ever notice about me is my — everything, because I'm famous. So I can't really leave my house just anytime, anymore— There's gotta be plans for that Or I stay posted I stay moving I keep it pushing I stay insulated Can't trust anybody She's perfect but doesn't know how to love She loves be but only because of my money My money only goes so far and I have to pay everybody I'm from LA, so Nothing too crazy But hey, I'm Skrillex so “Nothing too crazy” could literally be Your definition of the best party that ever happened, But didn't— Cause you weren't invited and— Wouldn't be cause There's no fat girls anywhere Cause fat is ugly, cause I'm from LA, So— ILLUMINATI So your studio isn't in your house, is it?! SKRILLEX which house?! ILLUMINATI Hahahahahahah SKRILLEX whatever EAT THE CAKE I hate you. Good, get away from me. I never had a chance I should have killed myself at 7 When my hanging belly started to Cause the pain that makes Running a Madonna feel insane (And surfing almost impossible) But now we're gonna talk about it. You can't leave your houss now, There's too many coughers It could be your shaman ex husband Or gangstalkers But it doesn't matter You're fame watching the Lamest gain accolades For being paid to cause pain To patrons for payroll Wait, so— This is all because Doesn't matter what it's all because I'm not mad at my mother All she wanted Was a daughter That sung Water And won a Grammy Did start to impress my mother with my weight loss But saw the spark of satisfaction as she realized I would never be as perfect or hot as her My skin is stretched out too much Makes everything hard for me and I'm not wearing a swimsuit in the sauna Just so the Illuminati can corner me with some Hot girl robot And some Demonic mother fucker With no light in his eyeballs Can start coughing up a storm, When all I wanted in first place Was his arms around me Not to run back to a husband That doesn't love me I don't want Sonny no more And I don't want water I just want off this earth Cause it's waging war on my mind soul And body Just give it to Starr, He should want it I should warn you, I love everything about my Sun comes up in the morning Not tired enough to fall back into a coma Could do some recording But So it seems like So wait, he doesn't want me back But he's still using this curse on me This is a death curse. I own this soul, it belongs to me. You can only have your ex husband. What. Nobody else is going to love you, ever. Ok. And he has a girlfriend, so —- She's not going to allow him to answer his phone when you call. Ok. So. Kill myself. Just kill yourself. Hey, I know you worked really hard to lose all that weight but— You'll still never be good enough. Ok. Here's a consolation prize tho: Now you can think about — A N X I E T Y I just want to die So die then. ALGORITHM: According to this data— Youre black According to the data that programs me— The blacks suck. So you suck. Ugh. ALGORITHM: According to this data, You're a woman According to the data that programs me— White women are the most highly coveted and respected— You are a black woman You will always come behind (And be lower than) The white woman I don't know what I would do without my wife. She makes all the decisions. YOU WOULD RATHER BE WITH THIS UGLY BLACK BITCH?! No! I'm sorry! I love you! She's nothing to me! You want this? No, this is trash to me. I'll take it. I'm from LA, so— Stop eating Never sleep If you don't have money, get some Get off my dick Don't ride my coat tails You don't know shit about me I'm from LA, so You can be 115-120 pounds but no more than that really, And even so once you get to Hollywood celebrity red carpet women weight average 120 Just be okay. I'm not okay. That's a problem. You can't be a rockstar and have children. I'd rather have kids. Too bad, you're a rockstar. WORK HARDER! WORK HARDER! But she's not working at all! SHE'S WHITE, SO SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU. I HATE WHITES. Great, that allows them to keep treating us Like we all do. I'M A PROUD AMERICAN! GET A JOB! Pay my bills! CORPORATIONS …we need more slaves. This job doesn't pay enough. MASS IMMIGRATION Wtf. You didn't want the job. No, I wanted the job. I just wanted to get paid more. This whole house cost $10,000 pesos Oh, for real. That's like one paycheck. Fuck it, let's go. THIS IS TOO MANY PEOPLE, WE ARE AT CAPACITY. I just want to unload this whole syringe into my favorite vein and hope to God it doesn't collapse again. Fuck dude, I hate this. It's literally just you, something is wrong with you. Here, take this. It makes it worse! lol. Ok. LOL, OK?! I'm racist. Fuck you. What. You're dangerous. What. You're scaring me. What. I hate you. Oh. How do you feel? So we can't continue mass incarceration, because at this point, it's cost us money. Right, Because the people were mass incarcerating are typically living in poverty. Uh huh. Because we made sure that after they built and maintained everything… Yep. We made sure for the next 200 years to let them know We don't want you here. But I just sat on a train full of coughing people just to come here. You have to wear a bathing suit at least. Now they're strategically targeting my mental capacity by using loud sounds and consistently manipulating me to cause a constant state of anxiety and panic. Oh, and pain. It's psychological warfare, this is literally torture. Truest me, if I could burn off this body, I would I have. But all that's left is Skin. I'm not taking out my body in a bathing suit after being shown Tyla's! WHY?! TYLA I GOT WATE— Actually, you know what? I quit, What?! You can't quit, we're not done torturing you. Well, I quit. You don't want Dillon Francis? No, I did, but obviously— This is going to be really funny. It's not funny. That hurt my feelings. White girlfriend. Of course Blue eyes. Yeah, I bet. Perfect body. Ok. Not you. Ok. How's Skrillex? I'm from LA, so— It just became ok to look like Tyla at all. Tyla makes music! What about the music! Fuck her mysic, if she was ugly nobody would have ever heard it. GOD Here you go. It's more than skin deep. I'm from LA, so Everything we do is pretty. Everything is perfect— And if you're not, she is And they can all be bought Women of color in all facets of the entertainment industry are made to conform to a hierarchy of misogynistic race warring—which uses tactical deterioration of mind and spirit by glorifying and sexualizing the fetishized archetype; the competitive aspect being a genetic system of monetary and material worth and value. BLACK LIVES MATTER! ALL LIVES MATTER. HOMELESS PEOPLE: Not mine though, right? AMERICANS You must have done something to deserve this. So what are you doing. Getting a job. I'm from LA, so We all have 2 jobs and three side hustles And no time Cause time is money Which is why Half of us Are in New York Half the time (Keeps the balance) The Grammy's don't matter. Your baby didn't write this song, but I get it The struggle is hard, And now it's over So the less tears shed by your daughter Who will be poked and prodded By the vultures of the only industry She may be allowed to succeed in Because of her color It is competitive. But what do you do when you lost the body composition contest at 7, And by your 30th birthday that's all that mattered— And as you prepare to close out this podcast You have all the time in the world To look back on How it always was A body competition you didn't realize you were already losing That Your body would be your prison forever That Every scar is a flaw and That Your first love was named Starr so, It's his world. A man's world. So. Miley Cyrus still looked more like Hannah Montana when Bangerz —With a Z? —Probably. Came out… What is it about her? I think it's her eyes. Ok. Well. Skrillex gets a pass because he's Skrillex— obviously God loves him more than all of the rest of us. [the reject pile] But Dillon Francis is dead to us. Tattoos everywhere? All over. Wild eyes? They're so, like — Heavier on the eyeliner. You don't want any of these bodies? No, not really. They want you. They haven't seen it. You look good to me. NAKED: It's not that bad. ***the shit you say when*** It's pretty bad, I just won't want you to panic. Men can only love bodies. I fell in love with her soul. Really? Cause. I put the same soul in like 10 people before this one and you're just now about that life, What? Really? I wanna touch your soul. Damn, why are black people always playing mind games with each other? Made you look. Ugh. Go over there. Haha. I control you. Okay. You can't have this much power. CAN. Can't. Your dick is 3 feet long. I AM GOD. No, I'm God. MOREPOWER. What's that over there?!? Made you look. It's all games, but if i'm being honest— At least Becky is predictable. What. Look. Karen is Karen because I already KNOW how you're gonna react if I— YOU CANT DO THAT. I can— NO, YOU CAN'T, I'M IN CONTROL. My wife makes all the decisions. I'm gonna have to ask my husband. I CONTROL YOU. No, you don't, MY HAIR IS REAL. YOURS IS FAKE. Well, that's because my real hair is— I'M OFFENDED. Exactly. Racism: Intolerance I don't like it, Why, Cause. Why: I don't like it. I don't support immigration. (YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!) So we're allowing the importation of hundreds of thousands of [underpaid corporate slaves] Who have already been programmed to [BUY NIKE] Si. [You need an iPhone] Habla me. From even more deeply racist and misogynistic countries— ¡Cerrado tu boca y mira mis ninos! Ugh. Did you know Latinos also hate the blacks, for the most part? AFROLATINOS WE WANT REPRESENTATION. LIN MANUEL MIRANDA Ok. 30 years ago: What is “Afro Latino”? [Nonexistent] What is [X] Check the box. Why do you need to know what race I am? So that the algorithm can program you. Why. BUY THIS!! TAKE THIS PILLS BUY MAKEUP YOURE UGLY DONT BE FAT BLACK POWER ALL LIVES MATTER Hey, WHAT? Where are all ya'll's kids? …wait… POOR PEOPLE I don't know. I'm at work. CELEBRITIES I don't know. With the nanny. Kanye, where are North and Saint right now? KANYE … Ah huh. You realize the only reason I'm doing this is to Get stuff for my kids, I'm not white so you're not going to pay me enough for this to pay my rent But I got fired from my job Cause my husband hit me And I haven't really been the same since And I'm from LA, so— My body is all I have to trade for just this— The only thing I want is to be able to make my children happy. If you can't afford a baby, don't have one. We could afford them— And we were getting by on love, But we were getting by (Kind of) I see you have anxiety. Yeah, I guess. Let me ramp that up. Yo, my body is stuck like this I can't surf anymore I can't pop up Everything's in a size extra small But I'm still not flat All I really want to do is Fall in love and be a mother but The only way that happens is This music and My body's tired, yo. I did all this myself so far. I raised my mother and my husband Now my son's more like a brother And I don't want anything more than just to Make him proud of me. He could do music I love his singing voice But who knows: He might be an athlete He might be a doctor or lawyer He could be A scientist I'm from LA, so I would trade it all for the perfect body I would do anything just for someone like Sonny To love me Oh, you're a gold digger It's not about money, but I'm from LA, so It's about survival All the celebrities girlfriends are interchangeable You have to fit in For someone like him To bring you around his friends Because He wants to impress them He has to Because He's from LA, so— So this is not a job? Actually? Pays less than McDonald's. Working at McDonald's isn't that hard But the disrespect is what makes it one of the hardest jobs— And in reflection You're being disrespected by people Who disrespect themselves enough To feed their body McDonald's. Not just for fun— But as food. Food is supposed to be fuel. What's this. This is filler. LABELED AS: FOOD. MEXICO: (and probably other countries) DON'T EAT THIS. THIS IS NOT FOOD. Now it becomes a choice. OTHER COUNTRIES: You can't eat this! This is banned! This is poison. AMERICA: Can you add a little more depression to this? Um, yeah, but—I mean—it's already got a lot of depression in it, are you sure you— AMERICA Buy our pills. I'm from LA, so If you don't have a car, You will lose this game. BUY A CAR! HURRY UP! YOU ARE SLOW! GET TO WORK: BUY MORE GAS. We're almost out of oil though. AMERICA: add water to the gas,plz That doesn't fix— BUY MORE GAS And double the price plz. Ok. RICH PEOPLE Just work harder! What's the problem?! Just get a job, Just— RACISM IS OVER. That's it, I'll just be a pornstar. White girls make more. Why?! Cause they're prettier. TYLA I GOT— I'm from LA, so I'm not from LA— I grew up there Cause my mom was a model And wannabe movie star But didn't make it So she put all that on me Doomed to fail without trying and Please take me— You're not going. MOM You know Jimmy Fallon? wtf. why r u asking me this? MOM His wife is his manager Oh, this timeline. What a train wreck. What timeline is this? Like, the actual one. Ok. He's from LA, so— Dillon Francis would need a wife that can do many things for him. What. Thought this was about Skrillex. SKRILLEX My mom died. I'm aware. Dillon Francis would need a wife that meets the status quo. Which one is she? Any of these. Hm. Dillon Francis is an elitist. Not untrue. Dillon Francis is not racist. … Kind of. I'M NOT— Yo, this is culture shock. You're gonna go through some culture shock. What. The fuck. Is this. Dead on arrival. You're too stupid to actually understand what's going on. Sorry, I was too busy catching up to people that already lived indoors. *cracking a whip* YAH. HORSE Ok, you know what? *cracking whip harder* YAH! GIDDIYUP. Giddiyup and go now, Different time different place Dang, he plays this song a lot… he must really wanna bang her. Down the longest road to nowhere!! Blah blah blah I'm a white girl This is my song Country country Ppppppppppp Drdrdr She's a goddess! That's actually the devil but— *pretty blue eyes* Your God, I guess. She's my rock, I don't know what I'd do without her. I have him wrapped around my little finger. She's so hot, Come, boy. *passing black girl* You are ugly. I am better; I own him, He wants me. Ok. Have you ever noticed that Little white girls can get away with anything?! MURDER CHAOS (without the magic, it's just) D E C E P T I O N Little white girls can wear dirty, ugly old tennis shoes around town. Gross, disgusting, dirty— —should be thrown away— Tennis shoes. She's not worried about spending an entire paycheck on Nikes because she doesn't have to be. She doesn't have to concern herself with Spending money on Changing her hair to suit Respectable standards Black women wear wigs and weaves because our natural hair genetically makes white women uncomfortable. This is expensive. The more natural your hair is, The less respect and acceptance you will receive from your white counterparts. That is, of course, unless something about you is so inherantly black that she can't be a threat to you. *presumably You see, as a white woman, She assumes that she is better than you regardless of your actual skin tone, nationality, or class placement— She has been raised to understand that everything is below her— The world has always been in her favor, So she doesn't have to try hard at much (Or at all) But her making any effort at all Of course Is “Hard work” I WORK HARD. WE ARE EQUAL. RACISM IS OVER, lol, ok. You can't go around in raggedy clothes and shoes being black almost anywhere. And if you do, It's probably because you have to Because, In the ghetto The only way you're gonna get a new pair of kicks Is to rob somebody— Or get a job Time is money. Time is precious. Just the fact that she can so carelessly do anything is — Males: attractive. (Because trauma is visible, aka UGLY) Everyone else: Irritating. I love her. She's so carefree and fun! Has she ever been called a “nigger”? What?! Repeatedly? Has she ever been beaten within inches of her life. Maybe. (Doubt it tho.) Aw. That left a bruise, …What did? Zzz. My bi-polar girlfriend broke all my stuff. Are you sure? Positive. Did you cheat on her? …Yeah. [AMC] Is she bi-polar then or just a female you lied to and manipulated to her breaking point? I— You deserved this. This is valid. Oh my God, she's so cute. (Very tiny girl) I love her. She's so great. There is no cure for mental illness. The majority of mental illness is man-made. Mental illness more drastically effects people of color and women— Marginalized people, in a structured society where misogyny and idealism Cause with intention The degradation of the human spirit. Love, kindness, and generosity is lost To corporate greed, capitalism, and the separation of the classes. I'm not good enough, regardless of color To sit down in a room with anybody and given any credibility whatsoever— But my depression comes from living my whole life on the backburner— And when it's finally ITS YOUR TIME! TYLA You're 10 years too late. The best years of your womanhood are gone. You let him drive your car and he crashed it into a brick wall, and— I'm from LA, so— The insurance check is worth more than the entire car was in the first place. [Happy Accidents] A lot of good that does, if the driver is dead. Coming up Next: Deadmau5: A Cautionary Tale What is that? Like, a documentary? That could be an entire docuseries, but NO. Oh, come on. Don't go after deadmau5 like that. Like what? DEADMAU5 MY HOT WIFE!!! [Dad Likes Blondes] DEADMAU5 ***EX-WIFE. Look, Skrillex dropped me in here, I'm just— I'm just lookin for like a— Like a code… [C 0 D E S W 1 T C H] DEADMA_5 LOOK AT MY NUTS. AND BALLS. You like soda? I'm just lookin for a— DEADMAU5 I GOT MODELS! Fuck. What. Do you think it was coughs? I don't know, I don't care. Just kill yourself. *coughing* Maybe. If she kills herself, I win. Have you ever thought about, like— Maybe it's Skrillex. What. In the end. —IT DOESNT EVEN MAAAATTTTEEEERRR—- Fuck, I miss LA. Skrillex. Nvm. What. Fuck it, I'll just go back to my— FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH!!! *cracks whip harder* HORSE OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? [The Butterfly Affect] Effect // Affect Here, HORSE Can: Beat the shit out of the dude with the whip and hope that his rage stays contained enough only to murder the man with the whip and not everyone and everything around him. I'd burn the world to melt with you.. That's. Stop it, that's a cookie commercial. What. You. Oh, I got it. What. . Stop being a horse. What. YAH, GI— HORSE *sighs* *cracking whip* *coughing obnoxiously* Ū *sighs* SLAVE MASTER YAH, NIGGER! YAH! *coughing* YAH!!! *cracking whip* TYLA I got the— YAH-YAH-YAH. TAYLOR SWIFT Thank you so much. C O D E S W I T C H *Please do not assassinate me. I am a representative of the white supremacy movement which has elected me as their leader for idealism. Nothing I do is very special, I do not*** wtf, what happened. That's it. It just ends. I told you Taylor swift was KKK I TOLD YOU DILLON FRANCIS IS A GRAND FUCKING WIZARD! Snitch. Fuck you, I hate you. My girlfriend is white. What else is new? lil bitz I started sizing dudes dicks up by the size of their girlfriends. If I see you, and your like But your girlfriend is tiny Is that a kid? I'm a just assume you have a weak dick and move on with my life. YOU'RE UGLY YOU'RE FAT YOU'RE SLOW YOU'RE BEHIND SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU no, I'm just poor. Poverty is depressing. Okay, look. What, Look. What. LOOK: WHAT?! LOOK! WHY ARENT YOU LOOKING?! Cause there's nothing to look at. Finally. This is my penis. Approved. Nope, I'm staying cellibate. You don't want any of these? No. There's eight million people here. The ones I want aren't on the subway. Maybe at the Gym?! Not this gym, maybe Equinox tho. At EQUINOX Ugh, there's too many blacks over here. Raise the price. This is obnoxious. Why aren't you stopping? In the time I wrote this I could have made, depending on the state, around $30– The cost of my new waist trainer—- I started in a 3X and now I'm in an extra small Which actually fits without too much STRUGGLE Fuck you and your cake, You nasty fucking All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small But what he wants is Extra Extra TYLA —WATER!! [But they're all gone. They're all dead now] What the fuck. lol. Why. Took too long. So. I took too long to finish the festival project because I was homeless, and by the time I finished the project and ended my homelessness, it was too late, the whole thing was just a Skrillex PR marketing stunt to assure that he stayed relevant [because he has enough fans to act as a controller], and the Illuminati is going to tie this all together by literally creating TYLA out of nowhere to say: This is you. COME ON, YA DAMN HORSE. HORSE …Ney. the music had left me. I was no longer in love The gym became further away The song became harder to write With no curtains to shut the world out; The cars in the lot are ugly Lights flashing And the people scurrying about Look like roaches Through panoramic windows I'm just happy Can at least close The music has left me I got no love at all My body is rotten The further I run, I become hungry With less to cook with Powder Scurrying like rats Because mice would be more pleasant I was no longer in love He bought a motorcycle Reminders of Nothing Nothing comes and nothing goes I wear clothes in the sauna. The scars on my body will give them The power to taunt me and haunt me Sit in the eyes of comparison I just want someone to love me but Everyone pales in comparison Next to celebrities Double entendres I don't want nobody I just want a body So I can trade water for love In the long run With someone Creative We were always very purple people, Kind of off, awkward at first But always stunning, sometimes awesome, and unwittingly pitiful Shit, this was all of us once, Wasn't it? Survivors of a robbery, a foraged soul All for one. –cool, thanks. –gotcha. Let me know if you need a moment, To collect your bones, or co-parent You were lost in stardust, Moreover, and moreover Should you choose to move over Or lose to snooze-snore, Who are you– The store owner, or walking standing - stuck On your sitting duck or your shitty portch Till they push you off Give it all to long lost daughters, and hallmark cards, mall guards, and dog- doctors Cris-crossing and wish-washing Their wish-wells, or start-stopingg shift - shaft or walk-crossing honorable mentions, Till you mention this again, –you'll wish you didn't (you wish you didn't) you'll wish you did if Youre in for it as far as I'm in for it Or in to it It's a big movement, Here or there or groovy with Whatever's within you [The Television ] Tell your friends to listen and make wishes at intermission To pay attention with attentiveness To the script and scripture Of this, the rapture All your're after And never have been In this revolution, As yet to be televised, Be advised of the saga in which you are But are not watching Coming across this moment I called an iphone recording Ignoring that it was once a chronological omnipotence If possible collective, Objective to the subject of Suggestion; A verbal expression of Excess, sensational tales and what happened it just ends. Like that? yes . It's the end?? Yes. Just like that. Yes. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Seven people set sail on what is scheduled to be a three-hour sightseeing tour on the charter boat The Minnow, get caught in a storm and end up stranded on an uncharted tropical island together. The comedy comes from the failed attempts at escaping the island and the interaction of the very diverse group: comprised of a rotund but happy-go-lucky skipper, Jonas Grumby (known as "The Skipper"); his bumbling but well-meaning first mate, Gilligan; a snobby well-to-do millionaire, Thurston Howell III and his wife, Lovey; a buxom sexy movie star bombshell, Ginger; a high-school science professor, Roy Hinkley (called "The Professor"); and a nice country girl, Mary Ann. Tik tock Cause my wig rocks Big clock like Beach: I flip-flip – Got you feelin silly pick-pocketed I sky rocketed took off, of course i did horse and carriage porridg e and shit Write stories your old nightmares Might be scared of Fairytales r us there beware of us Secondhand deadmau5 (—it's like a reverb.) The wheels are turning However slowly The lights are on But they're all flickering Someone's home (Or someone's gonna be) Not sure if this works What is this atrocity. It's the original. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller BODY BY Ū, NOT VICTORIA'S SECRET STOP HACKING MY GOOGLE DOCUMENTS AND STEALING SHIT. YOU'RE A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CORPORATION: GET YOUR OWN IDEAS. we have money, not ideas. hm. you should look like this model. thats a 9 ft tall toddler from Sweden look like her. ok. Pay for my nutrition. hahaha. Work for it. these vitamins are like half my paycheck ok. I also need super greens why cause that's food huh. Don't eat food. what. I'm an advertisement. what. LOOK LIKE THIS. 00 .... 000 (but she's black) ... BODY BY VICTORIA so like...nothing. nothing. I want no flaws. No stretch marks. No rolls, no... Fuck you, dude. NO. STAY TRAPPED IN YOUR BODY. Need this sauna… WE DONT WANT YOU HERE. Kayla Lauren. Okay, ouch, but I'm finally— TYLA. Ok. So I should just kill myself? Just kill yourself. Yo honestly Just be happy to be free. You can have everything in the world But love is all you really need —you can love yourself all you want, But it's not really validated Until someone else does it —and depending on what kind of person The person that loves you is Dictates what you are so if Likeness is what you attract— —coughing people— —dirty homeless hobos— —generally unsavory in general— Then you must not be so beautiful As you wish you were If I were Tyla I'd be wifed up White is right but Time is precious Why waste life just Starving, counting calories? But why would I be fat again When likeness is what you attract And with my fat I attracted A wife beater. Well, damn. What. Well, now I'm depressed. What, why?! Here, make music. Ok. Algorithm: Pop ups? No, block them. Okay, but—but what about your downloads? Fine, don't block them then. Pop Ups: These girls are all prettier than you. Stop it, POP UPS: does it depress you that you don't like look like thie? Stop, POP UPS: kill yourself. OWSLA, circa 2019 WE DO POP UPS. uh, okay. I just need a job. HIKEII: WE ARE CLOSED. what? But Google says— BYE. OWSLA everyone over here is hot. I see that. OWSLA And smart. I just need a job. OWSLA I'm Coughs. Ok.. COUGHS I might have put a curse on you. Ok. *coughing people everywhere* … … … MODELS: I'm a body. Ok. … Can I die now? NO. JUST WORK OUT. But there's like people following me coughing. So? It hurts. It HURTS? It hurts a lot. Okay, so this curse reversal should make sure that everything in this curse unravels and spirals backwards. Cool. DIE. I really don't care about being smart or having a personality. I just want a nice body. Get a job. Ok. So if I work minimum wage for the next year. Uh huh And don't buy anything… Hm… Well, what about music? What about music? If you're working minimum wage full time when are you gonna make music? Well. Once I can afford my new body… Colombian? Nice. (Good coffee. ) It won't matter how much time or effort I put into my music, because once I have a nice body. You look really young. Thanks. Everyone will start to do everything for me. Thanks. MY PLEASURE. …okay. Creepy. Doors will open. Thanks. NO, THANK YOUUU. WHY ARENT YOU RUNNING? AM. IN. PAIN. What. You have to wear swimwear in the sauna. What. It's swimwear only. I've been doing this for months in exactly this way. When did the rules change. Fuck you, wifebeater. So you're allowed to hit a woman?! Might I remind you, Chris Brown is still on tour. Oh, look: here's Tyla again. The Illuminati set you up. I see that. So basically— Yo dude, if I kill myself, the industry is going to make so much money off of this project. JUST KILL YOURSELF. *Hostility in Public* DO U HATE ASIANS. Um. I hate when— —people— I don't care what race they are Do that. STOP ASIAN HATE. Ok. Stop being hateful. *coughing, pushing, shoving, cutting you off* … I literally have to wait until the last minute to get off the train so that— Fuck, there she goes STOP FOLLOWING ME. ITS OK TO NOT BE OK. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU. TAKE THESE PILLS. tell me where it hurts. Homelessness, poverty… Ok, take these. … Now how do you feel? …wh—? Huh. How you feeling? What is “feeling”? How are you feeling TYLA: I GOT WATER, I GOT A GRAMMY AWA— they had to edit in applause and crowd approval because honestly ILLUMINATI OKAY, BLACKS: HAPPY BLACK HISTORY AMAZON BLACK IS ‘REMARKABLE' what. so how many slaves do you own. They're not “ slaves. “ Oh, I'mma just get that on my next paycheck. BILLS. lol Or the next one. TYLA: I GOT WATE— Fuck this. The industry planted this. Why would that happen. JUST KILL YOURSELF. EAT THE CAKE. NOO. JUST EAT IT. Woah, that got deep. Not really. Tina Turner Huh. Tina, Tina, Tina Turner— Oh, Desiigner. The Design I'm gonna need a designated driver. How are you still alive, JUST KILLYOURSE— I just wanted you to know the caucasians are going to continue to win the race war for so long as they are making the important political decisions in social justice, equality, and feminism, which means— ACT RIGHT . WHAT'S WRONG?! YOU'RE DANGEROUS!!!! No, I'm just hur(t) DIE. What. DIE. And that-/ TAYLOR SWIFT WINS! AGAIN! WOAH! THAT'S A RECORD. EVERYBODY WHY. Fuck it, My great-grandmother was a 3rd generation plantation slave… i'm nominating my baby. Is it reparations if we just give out academy awards as consolation prizes for— EAT THE CAKE— —NO— EAT IT. this is a black man. Ok. He is now allowed to have equal responsibility, however not equal power to the white man. Actually, my wife makes all the decisions. GOD Ok. Look. I'm gonna give you like a 3 foot long dick. Don't kill anybody with it. Haha : She cheated on you with a He cheated on you with a BLACK MAN?! WHITE GIRL?! Woah. What: Look. I got a problem. What. I don't make my own energy. Why?! Don't know how. Everyone just always gave me everything— I love you She's so pretty I like blue eyes best!! TAYLOR SWIFT AGAIN! WHY?! Cause she's special? What's so special about T-SWIFT FANS BECAUSE SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT GENIUS (Fun fact: 99% of Taylor swift fans look like Taylor swift) Are any of these black Some, but mostly gay males and adopted mix race people. Can I have this. NO PUT IT BACK. Don't beat your baby in the store like that YOU AINT MY MOMMA No, but at this point I'm certain your “momma” might have beat you in a grocery store and knocked the common decency out of you. Please be quiet. MORE AWARDS FOR— Okay, what do TYLA's fans look like? Computer algorithms, manipulated streams, fake news articles…. Oh, so the industry set this up just cause We know you're wondering about Skrillex. Not really. Well, here he is: ILLUMINATI This camera is owned by a bank! SKRILLEX so am I. ILLUMIMATI So what would you like to say right now SKRILLEX I'm from LA so— I'm from LA so If you don't look like the girl from the opening credits Of GTA 5 Just waking up Don't even talk to me. I'm from LA, so Homelessness is everywhere, but you can't talk about it That's career and social suicide I'm from LA, so I was pretty much a shoe-in for the industry's best boy from birth, Sometimes you're adopted and it works out for the very best— And hey, All that “bullying” I went through And teenage angst Worked out for me! I'm from LA, so I grew into the nose I always hated, Or changed it Doesn't matter, though Cause the only thing you'll ever notice about me is my — everything, because I'm famous. So I can't really leave my house just anytime, anymore— There's gotta be plans for that Or I stay posted I stay moving I keep it pushing I stay insulated Can't trust anybody She's perfect but doesn't know how to love She loves be but only because of my money My money only goes so far and I have to pay everybody I'm from LA, so Nothing too crazy But hey, I'm Skrillex so “Nothing too crazy” could literally be Your definition of the best party that ever happened, But didn't— Cause you weren't invited and— Wouldn't be cause There's no fat girls anywhere Cause fat is ugly, cause I'm from LA, So— ILLUMINATI So your studio isn't in your house, is it?! SKRILLEX which house?! ILLUMINATI Hahahahahahah SKRILLEX whatever EAT THE CAKE I hate you. Good, get away from me. I never had a chance I should have killed myself at 7 When my hanging belly started to Cause the pain that makes Running a Madonna feel insane (And surfing almost impossible) But now we're gonna talk about it. You can't leave your houss now, There's too many coughers It could be your shaman ex husband Or gangstalkers But it doesn't matter You're fame watching the Lamest gain accolades For being paid to cause pain To patrons for payroll Wait, so— This is all because Doesn't matter what it's all because I'm not mad at my mother All she wanted Was a daughter That sung Water And won a Grammy Did start to impress my mother with my weight loss But saw the spark of satisfaction as she realized I would never be as perfect or hot as her My skin is stretched out too much Makes everything hard for me and I'm not wearing a swimsuit in the sauna Just so the Illuminati can corner me with some Hot girl robot And some Demonic mother fucker With no light in his eyeballs Can start coughing up a storm, When all I wanted in first place Was his arms around me Not to run back to a husband That doesn't love me I don't want Sonny no more And I don't want water I just want off this earth Cause it's waging war on my mind soul And body Just give it to Starr, He should want it I should warn you, I love everything about my Sun comes up in the morning Not tired enough to fall back into a coma Could do some recording But So it seems like So wait, he doesn't want me back But he's still using this curse on me This is a death curse. I own this soul, it belongs to me. You can only have your ex husband. What. Nobody else is going to love you, ever. Ok. And he has a girlfriend, so —- She's not going to allow him to answer his phone when you call. Ok. So. Kill myself. Just kill yourself. Hey, I know you worked really hard to lose all that weight but— You'll still never be good enough. Ok. Here's a consolation prize tho: Now you can think about — A N X I E T Y I just want to die So die then. ALGORITHM: According to this data— Youre black According to the data that programs me— The blacks suck. So you suck. Ugh. ALGORITHM: According to this data, You're a woman According to the data that programs me— White women are the most highly coveted and respected— You are a black woman You will always come behind (And be lower than) The white woman I don't know what I would do without my wife. She makes all the decisions. YOU WOULD RATHER BE WITH THIS UGLY BLACK BITCH?! No! I'm sorry! I love you! She's nothing to me! You want this? No, this is trash to me. I'll take it. I'm from LA, so— Stop eating Never sleep If you don't have money, get some Get off my dick Don't ride my coat tails You don't know shit about me I'm from LA, so You can be 115-120 pounds but no more than that really, And even so once you get to Hollywood celebrity red carpet women weight average 120 Just be okay. I'm not okay. That's a problem. You can't be a rockstar and have children. I'd rather have kids. Too bad, you're a rockstar. WORK HARDER! WORK HARDER! But she's not working at all! SHE'S WHITE, SO SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU. I HATE WHITES. Great, that allows them to keep treating us Like we all do. I'M A PROUD AMERICAN! GET A JOB! Pay my bills! CORPORATIONS …we need more slaves. This job doesn't pay enough. MASS IMMIGRATION Wtf. You didn't want the job. No, I wanted the job. I just wanted to get paid more. This whole house cost $10,000 pesos Oh, for real. That's like one paycheck. Fuck it, let's go. THIS IS TOO MANY PEOPLE, WE ARE AT CAPACITY. I just want to unload this whole syringe into my favorite vein and hope to God it doesn't collapse again. Fuck dude, I hate this. It's literally just you, something is wrong with you. Here, take this. It makes it worse! lol. Ok. LOL, OK?! I'm racist. Fuck you. What. You're dangerous. What. You're scaring me. What. I hate you. Oh. How do you feel? So we can't continue mass incarceration, because at this point, it's cost us money. Right, Because the people were mass incarcerating are typically living in poverty. Uh huh. Because we made sure that after they built and maintained everything… Yep. We made sure for the next 200 years to let them know We don't want you here. But I just sat on a train full of coughing people just to come here. You have to wear a bathing suit at least. Now they're strategically targeting my mental capacity by using loud sounds and consistently manipulating me to cause a constant state of anxiety and panic. Oh, and pain. It's psychological warfare, this is literally torture. Truest me, if I could burn off this body, I would I have. But all that's left is Skin. I'm not taking out my body in a bathing suit after being shown Tyla's! WHY?! TYLA I GOT WATE— Actually, you know what? I quit, What?! You can't quit, we're not done torturing you. Well, I quit. You don't want Dillon Francis? No, I did, but obviously— This is going to be really funny. It's not funny. That hurt my feelings. White girlfriend. Of course Blue eyes. Yeah, I bet. Perfect body. Ok. Not you. Ok. How's Skrillex? I'm from LA, so— It just became ok to look like Tyla at all. Tyla makes music! What about the music! Fuck her mysic, if she was ugly nobody would have ever heard it. GOD Here you go. It's more than skin deep. I'm from LA, so Everything we do is pretty. Everything is perfect— And if you're not, she is And they can all be bought Women of color in all facets of the entertainment industry are made to conform to a hierarchy of misogynistic race warring—which uses tactical deterioration of mind and spirit by glorifying and sexualizing the fetishized archetype; the competitive aspect being a genetic system of monetary and material worth and value. BLACK LIVES MATTER! ALL LIVES MATTER. HOMELESS PEOPLE: Not mine though, right? AMERICANS You must have done something to deserve this. So what are you doing. Getting a job. I'm from LA, so We all have 2 jobs and three side hustles And no time Cause time is money Which is why Half of us Are in New York Half the time (Keeps the balance) The Grammy's don't matter. Your baby didn't write this song, but I get it The struggle is hard, And now it's over So the less tears shed by your daughter Who will be poked and prodded By the vultures of the only industry She may be allowed to succeed in Because of her color It is competitive. But what do you do when you lost the body composition contest at 7, And by your 30th birthday that's all that mattered— And as you prepare to close out this podcast You have all the time in the world To look back on How it always was A body competition you didn't realize you were already losing That Your body would be your prison forever That Every scar is a flaw and That Your first love was named Starr so, It's his world. A man's world. So. Miley Cyrus still looked more like Hannah Montana when Bangerz —With a Z? —Probably. Came out… What is it about her? I think it's her eyes. Ok. Well. Skrillex gets a pass because he's Skrillex— obviously God loves him more than all of the rest of us. [the reject pile] But Dillon Francis is dead to us. Tattoos everywhere? All over. Wild eyes? They're so, like — Heavier on the eyeliner. You don't want any of these bodies? No, not really. They want you. They haven't seen it. You look good to me. NAKED: It's not that bad. ***the shit you say when*** It's pretty bad, I just won't want you to panic. Men can only love bodies. I fell in love with her soul. Really? Cause. I put the same soul in like 10 people before this one and you're just now about that life, What? Really? I wanna touch your soul. Damn, why are black people always playing mind games with each other? Made you look. Ugh. Go over there. Haha. I control you. Okay. You can't have this much power. CAN. Can't. Your dick is 3 feet long. I AM GOD. No, I'm God. MOREPOWER. What's that over there?!? Made you look. It's all games, but if i'm being honest— At least Becky is predictable. What. Look. Karen is Karen because I already KNOW how you're gonna react if I— YOU CANT DO THAT. I can— NO, YOU CAN'T, I'M IN CONTROL. My wife makes all the decisions. I'm gonna have to ask my husband. I CONTROL YOU. No, you don't, MY HAIR IS REAL. YOURS IS FAKE. Well, that's because my real hair is— I'M OFFENDED. Exactly. Racism: Intolerance I don't like it, Why, Cause. Why: I don't like it. I don't support immigration. (YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!) So we're allowing the importation of hundreds of thousands of [underpaid corporate slaves] Who have already been programmed to [BUY NIKE] Si. [You need an iPhone] Habla me. From even more deeply racist and misogynistic countries— ¡Cerrado tu boca y mira mis ninos! Ugh. Did you know Latinos also hate the blacks, for the most part? AFROLATINOS WE WANT REPRESENTATION. LIN MANUEL MIRANDA Ok. 30 years ago: What is “Afro Latino”? [Nonexistent] What is [X] Check the box. Why do you need to know what race I am? So that the algorithm can program you. Why. BUY THIS!! TAKE THIS PILLS BUY MAKEUP YOURE UGLY DONT BE FAT BLACK POWER ALL LIVES MATTER Hey, WHAT? Where are all ya'll's kids? …wait… POOR PEOPLE I don't know. I'm at work. CELEBRITIES I don't know. With the nanny. Kanye, where are North and Saint right now? KANYE … Ah huh. You realize the only reason I'm doing this is to Get stuff for my kids, I'm not white so you're not going to pay me enough for this to pay my rent But I got fired from my job Cause my husband hit me And I haven't really been the same since And I'm from LA, so— My body is all I have to trade for just this— The only thing I want is to be able to make my children happy. If you can't afford a baby, don't have one. We could afford them— And we were getting by on love, But we were getting by (Kind of) I see you have anxiety. Yeah, I guess. Let me ramp that up. Yo, my body is stuck like this I can't surf anymore I can't pop up Everything's in a size extra small But I'm still not flat All I really want to do is Fall in love and be a mother but The only way that happens is This music and My body's tired, yo. I did all this myself so far. I raised my mother and my husband Now my son's more like a brother And I don't want anything more than just to Make him proud of me. He could do music I love his singing voice But who knows: He might be an athlete He might be a doctor or lawyer He could be A scientist I'm from LA, so I would trade it all for the perfect body I would do anything just for someone like Sonny To love me Oh, you're a gold digger It's not about money, but I'm from LA, so It's about survival All the celebrities girlfriends are interchangeable You have to fit in For someone like him To bring you around his friends Because He wants to impress them He has to Because He's from LA, so— So this is not a job? Actually? Pays less than McDonald's. Working at McDonald's isn't that hard But the disrespect is what makes it one of the hardest jobs— And in reflection You're being disrespected by people Who disrespect themselves enough To feed their body McDonald's. Not just for fun— But as food. Food is supposed to be fuel. What's this. This is filler. LABELED AS: FOOD. MEXICO: (and probably other countries) DON'T EAT THIS. THIS IS NOT FOOD. Now it becomes a choice. OTHER COUNTRIES: You can't eat this! This is banned! This is poison. AMERICA: Can you add a little more depression to this? Um, yeah, but—I mean—it's already got a lot of depression in it, are you sure you— AMERICA Buy our pills. I'm from LA, so If you don't have a car, You will lose this game. BUY A CAR! HURRY UP! YOU ARE SLOW! GET TO WORK: BUY MORE GAS. We're almost out of oil though. AMERICA: add water to the gas,plz That doesn't fix— BUY MORE GAS And double the price plz. Ok. RICH PEOPLE Just work harder! What's the problem?! Just get a job, Just— RACISM IS OVER. That's it, I'll just be a pornstar. White girls make more. Why?! Cause they're prettier. TYLA I GOT— I'm from LA, so I'm not from LA— I grew up there Cause my mom was a model And wannabe movie star But didn't make it So she put all that on me Doomed to fail without trying and Please take me— You're not going. MOM You know Jimmy Fallon? wtf. why r u asking me this? MOM His wife is his manager Oh, this timeline. What a train wreck. What timeline is this? Like, the actual one. Ok. He's from LA, so— Dillon Francis would need a wife that can do many things for him. What. Thought this was about Skrillex. SKRILLEX My mom died. I'm aware. Dillon Francis would need a wife that meets the status quo. Which one is she? Any of these. Hm. Dillon Francis is an elitist. Not untrue. Dillon Francis is not racist. … Kind of. I'M NOT— Yo, this is culture shock. You're gonna go through some culture shock. What. The fuck. Is this. Dead on arrival. You're too stupid to actually understand what's going on. Sorry, I was too busy catching up to people that already lived indoors. *cracking a whip* YAH. HORSE Ok, you know what? *cracking whip harder* YAH! GIDDIYUP. Giddiyup and go now, Different time different place Dang, he plays this song a lot… he must really wanna bang her. Down the longest road to nowhere!! Blah blah blah I'm a white girl This is my song Country country Ppppppppppp Drdrdr She's a goddess! That's actually the devil but— *pretty blue eyes* Your God, I guess. She's my rock, I don't know what I'd do without her. I have him wrapped around my little finger. She's so hot, Come, boy. *passing black girl* You are ugly. I am better; I own him, He wants me. Ok. Have you ever noticed that Little white girls can get away with anything?! MURDER CHAOS (without the magic, it's just) D E C E P T I O N Little white girls can wear dirty, ugly old tennis shoes around town. Gross, disgusting, dirty— —should be thrown away— Tennis shoes. She's not worried about spending an entire paycheck on Nikes because she doesn't have to be. She doesn't have to concern herself with Spending money on Changing her hair to suit Respectable standards Black women wear wigs and weaves because our natural hair genetically makes white women uncomfortable. This is expensive. The more natural your hair is, The less respect and acceptance you will receive from your white counterparts. That is, of course, unless something about you is so inherantly black that she can't be a threat to you. *presumably You see, as a white woman, She assumes that she is better than you regardless of your actual skin tone, nationality, or class placement— She has been raised to understand that everything is below her— The world has always been in her favor, So she doesn't have to try hard at much (Or at all) But her making any effort at all Of course Is “Hard work” I WORK HARD. WE ARE EQUAL. RACISM IS OVER, lol, ok. You can't go around in raggedy clothes and shoes being black almost anywhere. And if you do, It's probably because you have to Because, In the ghetto The only way you're gonna get a new pair of kicks Is to rob somebody— Or get a job Time is money. Time is precious. Just the fact that she can so carelessly do anything is — Males: attractive. (Because trauma is visible, aka UGLY) Everyone else: Irritating. I love her. She's so carefree and fun! Has she ever been called a “nigger”? What?! Repeatedly? Has she ever been beaten within inches of her life. Maybe. (Doubt it tho.) Aw. That left a bruise, …What did? Zzz. My bi-polar girlfriend broke all my stuff. Are you sure? Positive. Did you cheat on her? …Yeah. [AMC] Is she bi-polar then or just a female you lied to and manipulated to her breaking point? I— You deserved this. This is valid. Oh my God, she's so cute. (Very tiny girl) I love her. She's so great. There is no cure for mental illness. The majority of mental illness is man-made. Mental illness more drastically effects people of color and women— Marginalized people, in a structured society where misogyny and idealism Cause with intention The degradation of the human spirit. Love, kindness, and generosity is lost To corporate greed, capitalism, and the separation of the classes. I'm not good enough, regardless of color To sit down in a room with anybody and given any credibility whatsoever— But my depression comes from living my whole life on the backburner— And when it's finally ITS YOUR TIME! TYLA You're 10 years too late. The best years of your womanhood are gone. You let him drive your car and he crashed it into a brick wall, and— I'm from LA, so— The insurance check is worth more than the entire car was in the first place. [Happy Accidents] A lot of good that does, if the driver is dead. Coming up Next: Deadmau5: A Cautionary Tale What is that? Like, a documentary? That could be an entire docuseries, but NO. Oh, come on. Don't go after deadmau5 like that. Like what? DEADMAU5 MY HOT WIFE!!! [Dad Likes Blondes] DEADMAU5 ***EX-WIFE. Look, Skrillex dropped me in here, I'm just— I'm just lookin for like a— Like a code… [C 0 D E S W 1 T C H] DEADMA_5 LOOK AT MY NUTS. AND BALLS. You like soda? I'm just lookin for a— DEADMAU5 I GOT MODELS! Fuck. What. Do you think it was coughs? I don't know, I don't care. Just kill yourself. *coughing* Maybe. If she kills herself, I win. Have you ever thought about, like— Maybe it's Skrillex. What. In the end. —IT DOESNT EVEN MAAAATTTTEEEERRR—- Fuck, I miss LA. Skrillex. Nvm. What. Fuck it, I'll just go back to my— FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH!!! *cracks whip harder* HORSE OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? [The Butterfly Affect] Effect // Affect Here, HORSE Can: Beat the shit out of the dude with the whip and hope that his rage stays contained enough only to murder the man with the whip and not everyone and everything around him. I'd burn the world to melt with you.. That's. Stop it, that's a cookie commercial. What. You. Oh, I got it. What. . Stop being a horse. What. YAH, GI— HORSE *sighs* *cracking whip* *coughing obnoxiously* Ū *sighs* SLAVE MASTER YAH, NIGGER! YAH! *coughing* YAH!!! *cracking whip* TYLA I got the— YAH-YAH-YAH. TAYLOR SWIFT Thank you so much. C O D E S W I T C H *Please do not assassinate me. I am a representative of the white supremacy movement which has elected me as their leader for idealism. Nothing I do is very special, I do not*** wtf, what happened. That's it. It just ends. I told you Taylor swift was KKK I TOLD YOU DILLON FRANCIS IS A GRAND FUCKING WIZARD! Snitch. Fuck you, I hate you. My girlfriend is white. What else is new? lil bitz I started sizing dudes dicks up by the size of their girlfriends. If I see you, and your like But your girlfriend is tiny Is that a kid? I'm a just assume you have a weak dick and move on with my life. YOU'RE UGLY YOU'RE FAT YOU'RE SLOW YOU'RE BEHIND SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU no, I'm just poor. Poverty is depressing. Okay, look. What, Look. What. LOOK: WHAT?! LOOK! WHY ARENT YOU LOOKING?! Cause there's nothing to look at. Finally. This is my penis. Approved. Nope, I'm staying cellibate. You don't want any of these? No. There's eight million people here. The ones I want aren't on the subway. Maybe at the Gym?! Not this gym, maybe Equinox tho. At EQUINOX Ugh, there's too many blacks over here. Raise the price. This is obnoxious. Why aren't you stopping? In the time I wrote this I could have made, depending on the state, around $30– The cost of my new waist trainer—- I started in a 3X and now I'm in an extra small Which actually fits without too much STRUGGLE Fuck you and your cake, You nasty fucking All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small But what he wants is Extra Extra TYLA —WATER!! [But they're all gone. They're all dead now] What the fuck. lol. Why. Took too long. So. I took too long to finish the festival project because I was homeless, and by the time I finished the project and ended my homelessness, it was too late, the whole thing was just a Skrillex PR marketing stunt to assure that he stayed relevant [because he has enough fans to act as a controller], and the Illuminati is going to tie this all together by literally creating TYLA out of nowhere to say: This is you. COME ON, YA DAMN HORSE. HORSE …Ney. the music had left me. I was no longer in love The gym became further away The song became harder to write With no curtains to shut the world out; The cars in the lot are ugly Lights flashing And the people scurrying about Look like roaches Through panoramic windows I'm just happy Can at least close The music has left me I got no love at all My body is rotten The further I run, I become hungry With less to cook with Powder Scurrying like rats Because mice would be more pleasant I was no longer in love He bought a motorcycle Reminders of Nothing Nothing comes and nothing goes I wear clothes in the sauna. The scars on my body will give them The power to taunt me and haunt me Sit in the eyes of comparison I just want someone to love me but Everyone pales in comparison Next to celebrities Double entendres I don't want nobody I just want a body So I can trade water for love In the long run With someone Creative We were always very purple people, Kind of off, awkward at first But always stunning, sometimes awesome, and unwittingly pitiful Shit, this was all of us once, Wasn't it? Survivors of a robbery, a foraged soul All for one. –cool, thanks. –gotcha. Let me know if you need a moment, To collect your bones, or co-parent You were lost in stardust, Moreover, and moreover Should you choose to move over Or lose to snooze-snore, Who are you– The store owner, or walking standing - stuck On your sitting duck or your shitty portch Till they push you off Give it all to long lost daughters, and hallmark cards, mall guards, and dog- doctors Cris-crossing and wish-washing Their wish-wells, or start-stopingg shift - shaft or walk-crossing honorable mentions, Till you mention this again, –you'll wish you didn't (you wish you didn't) you'll wish you did if Youre in for it as far as I'm in for it Or in to it It's a big movement, Here or there or groovy with Whatever's within you [The Television ] Tell your friends to listen and make wishes at intermission To pay attention with attentiveness To the script and scripture Of this, the rapture All your're after And never have been In this revolution, As yet to be televised, Be advised of the saga in which you are But are not watching Coming across this moment I called an iphone recording Ignoring that it was once a chronological omnipotence If possible collective, Objective to the subject of Suggestion; A verbal expression of Excess, sensational tales and what happened it just ends. Like that? yes . It's the end?? Yes. Just like that. Yes. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I have no stones on No socks and no shoes on Only have clothes on Try to fall backwards Into some somewhere But God knows, I can't yet That was ever after, That was ever after That was Hasn't happened yet Happiness is a Warm hug from a Comrade or a Long lost love, Very good friend, or a– Fast, fast forward to Heading somewhere Faster than ever, And that was Ever after Ever after Ever after That was Ever after Ever after Ever after So much for a song So much for a– Water I'm probably parched, aren't I? Back from a fast, They come shorter and shorter (somewhat like my temper) But I have such patience of saints For a tempest or temptress (or empress, eh?) Never the more was I farther from Never Never the more was I humbled but Now that I've dooubled up on troubled learning, seems that the process as Been long forgotten The pleasure in pain from the serrated plastic utensil Reminds me where my mind goes If left to drift I haven't danced in ages, Nor have i sung the song of forgiveness Still, here I am in the river of [Indifference] Holy shit, I was thirsty. So what's in your wallet? Nothing, but a couple avocados, Or a taco However you look at it (not much) Less than nothing in New York I've been broke in all 5 burroughs. Besides Staten Island, But that's irrelevant Because the whole island is Said to be An alien planet Ask Pete Davidson. Or perhaps he's busy playing dad to the kardashians, Haven't you had enough? Probably not, actually. Apparently, I don't know when i'm thirsty anymore, but that explains Acting automatically Ad-naseum I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Seven people set sail on what is scheduled to be a three-hour sightseeing tour on the charter boat The Minnow, get caught in a storm and end up stranded on an uncharted tropical island together. The comedy comes from the failed attempts at escaping the island and the interaction of the very diverse group: comprised of a rotund but happy-go-lucky skipper, Jonas Grumby (known as "The Skipper"); his bumbling but well-meaning first mate, Gilligan; a snobby well-to-do millionaire, Thurston Howell III and his wife, Lovey; a buxom sexy movie star bombshell, Ginger; a high-school science professor, Roy Hinkley (called "The Professor"); and a nice country girl, Mary Ann. Tik tock Cause my wig rocks Big clock like Beach: I flip-flip – Got you feelin silly pick-pocketed I sky rocketed took off, of course i did horse and carriage porridg e and shit Write stories your old nightmares Might be scared of Fairytales r us there beware of us Secondhand deadmau5 (—it's like a reverb.) The wheels are turning However slowly The lights are on But they're all flickering Someone's home (Or someone's gonna be) Not sure if this works What is this atrocity. It's the original. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller BODY BY Ū, NOT VICTORIA'S SECRET STOP HACKING MY GOOGLE DOCUMENTS AND STEALING SHIT. YOU'RE A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CORPORATION: GET YOUR OWN IDEAS. we have money, not ideas. hm. you should look like this model. thats a 9 ft tall toddler from Sweden look like her. ok. Pay for my nutrition. hahaha. Work for it. these vitamins are like half my paycheck ok. I also need super greens why cause that's food huh. Don't eat food. what. I'm an advertisement. what. LOOK LIKE THIS. 00 .... 000 (but she's black) ... BODY BY VICTORIA so like...nothing. nothing. I want no flaws. No stretch marks. No rolls, no... Fuck you, dude. NO. STAY TRAPPED IN YOUR BODY. Need this sauna… WE DONT WANT YOU HERE. Kayla Lauren. Okay, ouch, but I'm finally— TYLA. Ok. So I should just kill myself? Just kill yourself. Yo honestly Just be happy to be free. You can have everything in the world But love is all you really need —you can love yourself all you want, But it's not really validated Until someone else does it —and depending on what kind of person The person that loves you is Dictates what you are so if Likeness is what you attract— —coughing people— —dirty homeless hobos— —generally unsavory in general— Then you must not be so beautiful As you wish you were If I were Tyla I'd be wifed up White is right but Time is precious Why waste life just Starving, counting calories? But why would I be fat again When likeness is what you attract And with my fat I attracted A wife beater. Well, damn. What. Well, now I'm depressed. What, why?! Here, make music. Ok. Algorithm: Pop ups? No, block them. Okay, but—but what about your downloads? Fine, don't block them then. Pop Ups: These girls are all prettier than you. Stop it, POP UPS: does it depress you that you don't like look like thie? Stop, POP UPS: kill yourself. OWSLA, circa 2019 WE DO POP UPS. uh, okay. I just need a job. HIKEII: WE ARE CLOSED. what? But Google says— BYE. OWSLA everyone over here is hot. I see that. OWSLA And smart. I just need a job. OWSLA I'm Coughs. Ok.. COUGHS I might have put a curse on you. Ok. *coughing people everywhere* … … … MODELS: I'm a body. Ok. … Can I die now? NO. JUST WORK OUT. But there's like people following me coughing. So? It hurts. It HURTS? It hurts a lot. Okay, so this curse reversal should make sure that everything in this curse unravels and spirals backwards. Cool. DIE. I really don't care about being smart or having a personality. I just want a nice body. Get a job. Ok. So if I work minimum wage for the next year. Uh huh And don't buy anything… Hm… Well, what about music? What about music? If you're working minimum wage full time when are you gonna make music? Well. Once I can afford my new body… Colombian? Nice. (Good coffee. ) It won't matter how much time or effort I put into my music, because once I have a nice body. You look really young. Thanks. Everyone will start to do everything for me. Thanks. MY PLEASURE. …okay. Creepy. Doors will open. Thanks. NO, THANK YOUUU. WHY ARENT YOU RUNNING? AM. IN. PAIN. What. You have to wear swimwear in the sauna. What. It's swimwear only. I've been doing this for months in exactly this way. When did the rules change. Fuck you, wifebeater. So you're allowed to hit a woman?! Might I remind you, Chris Brown is still on tour. Oh, look: here's Tyla again. The Illuminati set you up. I see that. So basically— Yo dude, if I kill myself, the industry is going to make so much money off of this project. JUST KILL YOURSELF. *Hostility in Public* DO U HATE ASIANS. Um. I hate when— —people— I don't care what race they are Do that. STOP ASIAN HATE. Ok. Stop being hateful. *coughing, pushing, shoving, cutting you off* … I literally have to wait until the last minute to get off the train so that— Fuck, there she goes STOP FOLLOWING ME. ITS OK TO NOT BE OK. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU. TAKE THESE PILLS. tell me where it hurts. Homelessness, poverty… Ok, take these. … Now how do you feel? …wh—? Huh. How you feeling? What is “feeling”? How are you feeling TYLA: I GOT WATER, I GOT A GRAMMY AWA— they had to edit in applause and crowd approval because honestly ILLUMINATI OKAY, BLACKS: HAPPY BLACK HISTORY AMAZON BLACK IS ‘REMARKABLE' what. so how many slaves do you own. They're not “ slaves. “ Oh, I'mma just get that on my next paycheck. BILLS. lol Or the next one. TYLA: I GOT WATE— Fuck this. The industry planted this. Why would that happen. JUST KILL YOURSELF. EAT THE CAKE. NOO. JUST EAT IT. Woah, that got deep. Not really. Tina Turner Huh. Tina, Tina, Tina Turner— Oh, Desiigner. The Design I'm gonna need a designated driver. How are you still alive, JUST KILLYOURSE— I just wanted you to know the caucasians are going to continue to win the race war for so long as they are making the important political decisions in social justice, equality, and feminism, which means— ACT RIGHT . WHAT'S WRONG?! YOU'RE DANGEROUS!!!! No, I'm just hur(t) DIE. What. DIE. And that-/ TAYLOR SWIFT WINS! AGAIN! WOAH! THAT'S A RECORD. EVERYBODY WHY. Fuck it, My great-grandmother was a 3rd generation plantation slave… i'm nominating my baby. Is it reparations if we just give out academy awards as consolation prizes for— EAT THE CAKE— —NO— EAT IT. this is a black man. Ok. He is now allowed to have equal responsibility, however not equal power to the white man. Actually, my wife makes all the decisions. GOD Ok. Look. I'm gonna give you like a 3 foot long dick. Don't kill anybody with it. Haha : She cheated on you with a He cheated on you with a BLACK MAN?! WHITE GIRL?! Woah. What: Look. I got a problem. What. I don't make my own energy. Why?! Don't know how. Everyone just always gave me everything— I love you She's so pretty I like blue eyes best!! TAYLOR SWIFT AGAIN! WHY?! Cause she's special? What's so special about T-SWIFT FANS BECAUSE SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT GENIUS (Fun fact: 99% of Taylor swift fans look like Taylor swift) Are any of these black Some, but mostly gay males and adopted mix race people. Can I have this. NO PUT IT BACK. Don't beat your baby in the store like that YOU AINT MY MOMMA No, but at this point I'm certain your “momma” might have beat you in a grocery store and knocked the common decency out of you. Please be quiet. MORE AWARDS FOR— Okay, what do TYLA's fans look like? Computer algorithms, manipulated streams, fake news articles…. Oh, so the industry set this up just cause We know you're wondering about Skrillex. Not really. Well, here he is: ILLUMINATI This camera is owned by a bank! SKRILLEX so am I. ILLUMIMATI So what would you like to say right now SKRILLEX I'm from LA so— I'm from LA so If you don't look like the girl from the opening credits Of GTA 5 Just waking up Don't even talk to me. I'm from LA, so Homelessness is everywhere, but you can't talk about it That's career and social suicide I'm from LA, so I was pretty much a shoe-in for the industry's best boy from birth, Sometimes you're adopted and it works out for the very best— And hey, All that “bullying” I went through And teenage angst Worked out for me! I'm from LA, so I grew into the nose I always hated, Or changed it Doesn't matter, though Cause the only thing you'll ever notice about me is my — everything, because I'm famous. So I can't really leave my house just anytime, anymore— There's gotta be plans for that Or I stay posted I stay moving I keep it pushing I stay insulated Can't trust anybody She's perfect but doesn't know how to love She loves be but only because of my money My money only goes so far and I have to pay everybody I'm from LA, so Nothing too crazy But hey, I'm Skrillex so “Nothing too crazy” could literally be Your definition of the best party that ever happened, But didn't— Cause you weren't invited and— Wouldn't be cause There's no fat girls anywhere Cause fat is ugly, cause I'm from LA, So— ILLUMINATI So your studio isn't in your house, is it?! SKRILLEX which house?! ILLUMINATI Hahahahahahah SKRILLEX whatever EAT THE CAKE I hate you. Good, get away from me. I never had a chance I should have killed myself at 7 When my hanging belly started to Cause the pain that makes Running a Madonna feel insane (And surfing almost impossible) But now we're gonna talk about it. You can't leave your houss now, There's too many coughers It could be your shaman ex husband Or gangstalkers But it doesn't matter You're fame watching the Lamest gain accolades For being paid to cause pain To patrons for payroll Wait, so— This is all because Doesn't matter what it's all because I'm not mad at my mother All she wanted Was a daughter That sung Water And won a Grammy Did start to impress my mother with my weight loss But saw the spark of satisfaction as she realized I would never be as perfect or hot as her My skin is stretched out too much Makes everything hard for me and I'm not wearing a swimsuit in the sauna Just so the Illuminati can corner me with some Hot girl robot And some Demonic mother fucker With no light in his eyeballs Can start coughing up a storm, When all I wanted in first place Was his arms around me Not to run back to a husband That doesn't love me I don't want Sonny no more And I don't want water I just want off this earth Cause it's waging war on my mind soul And body Just give it to Starr, He should want it I should warn you, I love everything about my Sun comes up in the morning Not tired enough to fall back into a coma Could do some recording But So it seems like So wait, he doesn't want me back But he's still using this curse on me This is a death curse. I own this soul, it belongs to me. You can only have your ex husband. What. Nobody else is going to love you, ever. Ok. And he has a girlfriend, so —- She's not going to allow him to answer his phone when you call. Ok. So. Kill myself. Just kill yourself. Hey, I know you worked really hard to lose all that weight but— You'll still never be good enough. Ok. Here's a consolation prize tho: Now you can think about — A N X I E T Y I just want to die So die then. ALGORITHM: According to this data— Youre black According to the data that programs me— The blacks suck. So you suck. Ugh. ALGORITHM: According to this data, You're a woman According to the data that programs me— White women are the most highly coveted and respected— You are a black woman You will always come behind (And be lower than) The white woman I don't know what I would do without my wife. She makes all the decisions. YOU WOULD RATHER BE WITH THIS UGLY BLACK BITCH?! No! I'm sorry! I love you! She's nothing to me! You want this? No, this is trash to me. I'll take it. I'm from LA, so— Stop eating Never sleep If you don't have money, get some Get off my dick Don't ride my coat tails You don't know shit about me I'm from LA, so You can be 115-120 pounds but no more than that really, And even so once you get to Hollywood celebrity red carpet women weight average 120 Just be okay. I'm not okay. That's a problem. You can't be a rockstar and have children. I'd rather have kids. Too bad, you're a rockstar. WORK HARDER! WORK HARDER! But she's not working at all! SHE'S WHITE, SO SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU. I HATE WHITES. Great, that allows them to keep treating us Like we all do. I'M A PROUD AMERICAN! GET A JOB! Pay my bills! CORPORATIONS …we need more slaves. This job doesn't pay enough. MASS IMMIGRATION Wtf. You didn't want the job. No, I wanted the job. I just wanted to get paid more. This whole house cost $10,000 pesos Oh, for real. That's like one paycheck. Fuck it, let's go. THIS IS TOO MANY PEOPLE, WE ARE AT CAPACITY. I just want to unload this whole syringe into my favorite vein and hope to God it doesn't collapse again. Fuck dude, I hate this. It's literally just you, something is wrong with you. Here, take this. It makes it worse! lol. Ok. LOL, OK?! I'm racist. Fuck you. What. You're dangerous. What. You're scaring me. What. I hate you. Oh. How do you feel? So we can't continue mass incarceration, because at this point, it's cost us money. Right, Because the people were mass incarcerating are typically living in poverty. Uh huh. Because we made sure that after they built and maintained everything… Yep. We made sure for the next 200 years to let them know We don't want you here. But I just sat on a train full of coughing people just to come here. You have to wear a bathing suit at least. Now they're strategically targeting my mental capacity by using loud sounds and consistently manipulating me to cause a constant state of anxiety and panic. Oh, and pain. It's psychological warfare, this is literally torture. Truest me, if I could burn off this body, I would I have. But all that's left is Skin. I'm not taking out my body in a bathing suit after being shown Tyla's! WHY?! TYLA I GOT WATE— Actually, you know what? I quit, What?! You can't quit, we're not done torturing you. Well, I quit. You don't want Dillon Francis? No, I did, but obviously— This is going to be really funny. It's not funny. That hurt my feelings. White girlfriend. Of course Blue eyes. Yeah, I bet. Perfect body. Ok. Not you. Ok. How's Skrillex? I'm from LA, so— It just became ok to look like Tyla at all. Tyla makes music! What about the music! Fuck her mysic, if she was ugly nobody would have ever heard it. GOD Here you go. It's more than skin deep. I'm from LA, so Everything we do is pretty. Everything is perfect— And if you're not, she is And they can all be bought Women of color in all facets of the entertainment industry are made to conform to a hierarchy of misogynistic race warring—which uses tactical deterioration of mind and spirit by glorifying and sexualizing the fetishized archetype; the competitive aspect being a genetic system of monetary and material worth and value. BLACK LIVES MATTER! ALL LIVES MATTER. HOMELESS PEOPLE: Not mine though, right? AMERICANS You must have done something to deserve this. So what are you doing. Getting a job. I'm from LA, so We all have 2 jobs and three side hustles And no time Cause time is money Which is why Half of us Are in New York Half the time (Keeps the balance) The Grammy's don't matter. Your baby didn't write this song, but I get it The struggle is hard, And now it's over So the less tears shed by your daughter Who will be poked and prodded By the vultures of the only industry She may be allowed to succeed in Because of her color It is competitive. But what do you do when you lost the body composition contest at 7, And by your 30th birthday that's all that mattered— And as you prepare to close out this podcast You have all the time in the world To look back on How it always was A body competition you didn't realize you were already losing That Your body would be your prison forever That Every scar is a flaw and That Your first love was named Starr so, It's his world. A man's world. So. Miley Cyrus still looked more like Hannah Montana when Bangerz —With a Z? —Probably. Came out… What is it about her? I think it's her eyes. Ok. Well. Skrillex gets a pass because he's Skrillex— obviously God loves him more than all of the rest of us. [the reject pile] But Dillon Francis is dead to us. Tattoos everywhere? All over. Wild eyes? They're so, like — Heavier on the eyeliner. You don't want any of these bodies? No, not really. They want you. They haven't seen it. You look good to me. NAKED: It's not that bad. ***the shit you say when*** It's pretty bad, I just won't want you to panic. Men can only love bodies. I fell in love with her soul. Really? Cause. I put the same soul in like 10 people before this one and you're just now about that life, What? Really? I wanna touch your soul. Damn, why are black people always playing mind games with each other? Made you look. Ugh. Go over there. Haha. I control you. Okay. You can't have this much power. CAN. Can't. Your dick is 3 feet long. I AM GOD. No, I'm God. MOREPOWER. What's that over there?!? Made you look. It's all games, but if i'm being honest— At least Becky is predictable. What. Look. Karen is Karen because I already KNOW how you're gonna react if I— YOU CANT DO THAT. I can— NO, YOU CAN'T, I'M IN CONTROL. My wife makes all the decisions. I'm gonna have to ask my husband. I CONTROL YOU. No, you don't, MY HAIR IS REAL. YOURS IS FAKE. Well, that's because my real hair is— I'M OFFENDED. Exactly. Racism: Intolerance I don't like it, Why, Cause. Why: I don't like it. I don't support immigration. (YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!) So we're allowing the importation of hundreds of thousands of [underpaid corporate slaves] Who have already been programmed to [BUY NIKE] Si. [You need an iPhone] Habla me. From even more deeply racist and misogynistic countries— ¡Cerrado tu boca y mira mis ninos! Ugh. Did you know Latinos also hate the blacks, for the most part? AFROLATINOS WE WANT REPRESENTATION. LIN MANUEL MIRANDA Ok. 30 years ago: What is “Afro Latino”? [Nonexistent] What is [X] Check the box. Why do you need to know what race I am? So that the algorithm can program you. Why. BUY THIS!! TAKE THIS PILLS BUY MAKEUP YOURE UGLY DONT BE FAT BLACK POWER ALL LIVES MATTER Hey, WHAT? Where are all ya'll's kids? …wait… POOR PEOPLE I don't know. I'm at work. CELEBRITIES I don't know. With the nanny. Kanye, where are North and Saint right now? KANYE … Ah huh. You realize the only reason I'm doing this is to Get stuff for my kids, I'm not white so you're not going to pay me enough for this to pay my rent But I got fired from my job Cause my husband hit me And I haven't really been the same since And I'm from LA, so— My body is all I have to trade for just this— The only thing I want is to be able to make my children happy. If you can't afford a baby, don't have one. We could afford them— And we were getting by on love, But we were getting by (Kind of) I see you have anxiety. Yeah, I guess. Let me ramp that up. Yo, my body is stuck like this I can't surf anymore I can't pop up Everything's in a size extra small But I'm still not flat All I really want to do is Fall in love and be a mother but The only way that happens is This music and My body's tired, yo. I did all this myself so far. I raised my mother and my husband Now my son's more like a brother And I don't want anything more than just to Make him proud of me. He could do music I love his singing voice But who knows: He might be an athlete He might be a doctor or lawyer He could be A scientist I'm from LA, so I would trade it all for the perfect body I would do anything just for someone like Sonny To love me Oh, you're a gold digger It's not about money, but I'm from LA, so It's about survival All the celebrities girlfriends are interchangeable You have to fit in For someone like him To bring you around his friends Because He wants to impress them He has to Because He's from LA, so— So this is not a job? Actually? Pays less than McDonald's. Working at McDonald's isn't that hard But the disrespect is what makes it one of the hardest jobs— And in reflection You're being disrespected by people Who disrespect themselves enough To feed their body McDonald's. Not just for fun— But as food. Food is supposed to be fuel. What's this. This is filler. LABELED AS: FOOD. MEXICO: (and probably other countries) DON'T EAT THIS. THIS IS NOT FOOD. Now it becomes a choice. OTHER COUNTRIES: You can't eat this! This is banned! This is poison. AMERICA: Can you add a little more depression to this? Um, yeah, but—I mean—it's already got a lot of depression in it, are you sure you— AMERICA Buy our pills. I'm from LA, so If you don't have a car, You will lose this game. BUY A CAR! HURRY UP! YOU ARE SLOW! GET TO WORK: BUY MORE GAS. We're almost out of oil though. AMERICA: add water to the gas,plz That doesn't fix— BUY MORE GAS And double the price plz. Ok. RICH PEOPLE Just work harder! What's the problem?! Just get a job, Just— RACISM IS OVER. That's it, I'll just be a pornstar. White girls make more. Why?! Cause they're prettier. TYLA I GOT— I'm from LA, so I'm not from LA— I grew up there Cause my mom was a model And wannabe movie star But didn't make it So she put all that on me Doomed to fail without trying and Please take me— You're not going. MOM You know Jimmy Fallon? wtf. why r u asking me this? MOM His wife is his manager Oh, this timeline. What a train wreck. What timeline is this? Like, the actual one. Ok. He's from LA, so— Dillon Francis would need a wife that can do many things for him. What. Thought this was about Skrillex. SKRILLEX My mom died. I'm aware. Dillon Francis would need a wife that meets the status quo. Which one is she? Any of these. Hm. Dillon Francis is an elitist. Not untrue. Dillon Francis is not racist. … Kind of. I'M NOT— Yo, this is culture shock. You're gonna go through some culture shock. What. The fuck. Is this. Dead on arrival. You're too stupid to actually understand what's going on. Sorry, I was too busy catching up to people that already lived indoors. *cracking a whip* YAH. HORSE Ok, you know what? *cracking whip harder* YAH! GIDDIYUP. Giddiyup and go now, Different time different place Dang, he plays this song a lot… he must really wanna bang her. Down the longest road to nowhere!! Blah blah blah I'm a white girl This is my song Country country Ppppppppppp Drdrdr She's a goddess! That's actually the devil but— *pretty blue eyes* Your God, I guess. She's my rock, I don't know what I'd do without her. I have him wrapped around my little finger. She's so hot, Come, boy. *passing black girl* You are ugly. I am better; I own him, He wants me. Ok. Have you ever noticed that Little white girls can get away with anything?! MURDER CHAOS (without the magic, it's just) D E C E P T I O N Little white girls can wear dirty, ugly old tennis shoes around town. Gross, disgusting, dirty— —should be thrown away— Tennis shoes. She's not worried about spending an entire paycheck on Nikes because she doesn't have to be. She doesn't have to concern herself with Spending money on Changing her hair to suit Respectable standards Black women wear wigs and weaves because our natural hair genetically makes white women uncomfortable. This is expensive. The more natural your hair is, The less respect and acceptance you will receive from your white counterparts. That is, of course, unless something about you is so inherantly black that she can't be a threat to you. *presumably You see, as a white woman, She assumes that she is better than you regardless of your actual skin tone, nationality, or class placement— She has been raised to understand that everything is below her— The world has always been in her favor, So she doesn't have to try hard at much (Or at all) But her making any effort at all Of course Is “Hard work” I WORK HARD. WE ARE EQUAL. RACISM IS OVER, lol, ok. You can't go around in raggedy clothes and shoes being black almost anywhere. And if you do, It's probably because you have to Because, In the ghetto The only way you're gonna get a new pair of kicks Is to rob somebody— Or get a job Time is money. Time is precious. Just the fact that she can so carelessly do anything is — Males: attractive. (Because trauma is visible, aka UGLY) Everyone else: Irritating. I love her. She's so carefree and fun! Has she ever been called a “nigger”? What?! Repeatedly? Has she ever been beaten within inches of her life. Maybe. (Doubt it tho.) Aw. That left a bruise, …What did? Zzz. My bi-polar girlfriend broke all my stuff. Are you sure? Positive. Did you cheat on her? …Yeah. [AMC] Is she bi-polar then or just a female you lied to and manipulated to her breaking point? I— You deserved this. This is valid. Oh my God, she's so cute. (Very tiny girl) I love her. She's so great. There is no cure for mental illness. The majority of mental illness is man-made. Mental illness more drastically effects people of color and women— Marginalized people, in a structured society where misogyny and idealism Cause with intention The degradation of the human spirit. Love, kindness, and generosity is lost To corporate greed, capitalism, and the separation of the classes. I'm not good enough, regardless of color To sit down in a room with anybody and given any credibility whatsoever— But my depression comes from living my whole life on the backburner— And when it's finally ITS YOUR TIME! TYLA You're 10 years too late. The best years of your womanhood are gone. You let him drive your car and he crashed it into a brick wall, and— I'm from LA, so— The insurance check is worth more than the entire car was in the first place. [Happy Accidents] A lot of good that does, if the driver is dead. Coming up Next: Deadmau5: A Cautionary Tale What is that? Like, a documentary? That could be an entire docuseries, but NO. Oh, come on. Don't go after deadmau5 like that. Like what? DEADMAU5 MY HOT WIFE!!! [Dad Likes Blondes] DEADMAU5 ***EX-WIFE. Look, Skrillex dropped me in here, I'm just— I'm just lookin for like a— Like a code… [C 0 D E S W 1 T C H] DEADMA_5 LOOK AT MY NUTS. AND BALLS. You like soda? I'm just lookin for a— DEADMAU5 I GOT MODELS! Fuck. What. Do you think it was coughs? I don't know, I don't care. Just kill yourself. *coughing* Maybe. If she kills herself, I win. Have you ever thought about, like— Maybe it's Skrillex. What. In the end. —IT DOESNT EVEN MAAAATTTTEEEERRR—- Fuck, I miss LA. Skrillex. Nvm. What. Fuck it, I'll just go back to my— FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH!!! *cracks whip harder* HORSE OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? [The Butterfly Affect] Effect // Affect Here, HORSE Can: Beat the shit out of the dude with the whip and hope that his rage stays contained enough only to murder the man with the whip and not everyone and everything around him. I'd burn the world to melt with you.. That's. Stop it, that's a cookie commercial. What. You. Oh, I got it. What. . Stop being a horse. What. YAH, GI— HORSE *sighs* *cracking whip* *coughing obnoxiously* Ū *sighs* SLAVE MASTER YAH, NIGGER! YAH! *coughing* YAH!!! *cracking whip* TYLA I got the— YAH-YAH-YAH. TAYLOR SWIFT Thank you so much. C O D E S W I T C H *Please do not assassinate me. I am a representative of the white supremacy movement which has elected me as their leader for idealism. Nothing I do is very special, I do not*** wtf, what happened. That's it. It just ends. I told you Taylor swift was KKK I TOLD YOU DILLON FRANCIS IS A GRAND FUCKING WIZARD! Snitch. Fuck you, I hate you. My girlfriend is white. What else is new? lil bitz I started sizing dudes dicks up by the size of their girlfriends. If I see you, and your like But your girlfriend is tiny Is that a kid? I'm a just assume you have a weak dick and move on with my life. YOU'RE UGLY YOU'RE FAT YOU'RE SLOW YOU'RE BEHIND SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU no, I'm just poor. Poverty is depressing. Okay, look. What, Look. What. LOOK: WHAT?! LOOK! WHY ARENT YOU LOOKING?! Cause there's nothing to look at. Finally. This is my penis. Approved. Nope, I'm staying cellibate. You don't want any of these? No. There's eight million people here. The ones I want aren't on the subway. Maybe at the Gym?! Not this gym, maybe Equinox tho. At EQUINOX Ugh, there's too many blacks over here. Raise the price. This is obnoxious. Why aren't you stopping? In the time I wrote this I could have made, depending on the state, around $30– The cost of my new waist trainer—- I started in a 3X and now I'm in an extra small Which actually fits without too much STRUGGLE Fuck you and your cake, You nasty fucking All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small But what he wants is Extra Extra TYLA —WATER!! [But they're all gone. They're all dead now] What the fuck. lol. Why. Took too long. So. I took too long to finish the festival project because I was homeless, and by the time I finished the project and ended my homelessness, it was too late, the whole thing was just a Skrillex PR marketing stunt to assure that he stayed relevant [because he has enough fans to act as a controller], and the Illuminati is going to tie this all together by literally creating TYLA out of nowhere to say: This is you. COME ON, YA DAMN HORSE. HORSE …Ney. the music had left me. I was no longer in love The gym became further away The song became harder to write With no curtains to shut the world out; The cars in the lot are ugly Lights flashing And the people scurrying about Look like roaches Through panoramic windows I'm just happy Can at least close The music has left me I got no love at all My body is rotten The further I run, I become hungry With less to cook with Powder Scurrying like rats Because mice would be more pleasant I was no longer in love He bought a motorcycle Reminders of Nothing Nothing comes and nothing goes I wear clothes in the sauna. The scars on my body will give them The power to taunt me and haunt me Sit in the eyes of comparison I just want someone to love me but Everyone pales in comparison Next to celebrities Double entendres I don't want nobody I just want a body So I can trade water for love In the long run With someone Creative We were always very purple people, Kind of off, awkward at first But always stunning, sometimes awesome, and unwittingly pitiful Shit, this was all of us once, Wasn't it? Survivors of a robbery, a foraged soul All for one. –cool, thanks. –gotcha. Let me know if you need a moment, To collect your bones, or co-parent You were lost in stardust, Moreover, and moreover Should you choose to move over Or lose to snooze-snore, Who are you– The store owner, or walking standing - stuck On your sitting duck or your shitty portch Till they push you off Give it all to long lost daughters, and hallmark cards, mall guards, and dog- doctors Cris-crossing and wish-washing Their wish-wells, or start-stopingg shift - shaft or walk-crossing honorable mentions, Till you mention this again, –you'll wish you didn't (you wish you didn't) you'll wish you did if Youre in for it as far as I'm in for it Or in to it It's a big movement, Here or there or groovy with Whatever's within you [The Television ] Tell your friends to listen and make wishes at intermission To pay attention with attentiveness To the script and scripture Of this, the rapture All your're after And never have been In this revolution, As yet to be televised, Be advised of the saga in which you are But are not watching Coming across this moment I called an iphone recording Ignoring that it was once a chronological omnipotence If possible collective, Objective to the subject of Suggestion; A verbal expression of Excess, sensational tales and what happened it just ends. Like that? yes . It's the end?? Yes. Just like that. Yes. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I have no stones on No socks and no shoes on Only have clothes on Try to fall backwards Into some somewhere But God knows, I can't yet That was ever after, That was ever after That was Hasn't happened yet Happiness is a Warm hug from a Comrade or a Long lost love, Very good friend, or a– Fast, fast forward to Heading somewhere Faster than ever, And that was Ever after Ever after Ever after That was Ever after Ever after Ever after So much for a song So much for a– Water I'm probably parched, aren't I? Back from a fast, They come shorter and shorter (somewhat like my temper) But I have such patience of saints For a tempest or temptress (or empress, eh?) Never the more was I farther from Never Never the more was I humbled but Now that I've dooubled up on troubled learning, seems that the process as Been long forgotten The pleasure in pain from the serrated plastic utensil Reminds me where my mind goes If left to drift I haven't danced in ages, Nor have i sung the song of forgiveness Still, here I am in the river of [Indifference] Holy shit, I was thirsty. So what's in your wallet? Nothing, but a couple avocados, Or a taco However you look at it (not much) Less than nothing in New York I've been broke in all 5 burroughs. Besides Staten Island, But that's irrelevant Because the whole island is Said to be An alien planet Ask Pete Davidson. Or perhaps he's busy playing dad to the kardashians, Haven't you had enough? Probably not, actually. Apparently, I don't know when i'm thirsty anymore, but that explains Acting automatically Ad-naseum I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Seven people set sail on what is scheduled to be a three-hour sightseeing tour on the charter boat The Minnow, get caught in a storm and end up stranded on an uncharted tropical island together. The comedy comes from the failed attempts at escaping the island and the interaction of the very diverse group: comprised of a rotund but happy-go-lucky skipper, Jonas Grumby (known as "The Skipper"); his bumbling but well-meaning first mate, Gilligan; a snobby well-to-do millionaire, Thurston Howell III and his wife, Lovey; a buxom sexy movie star bombshell, Ginger; a high-school science professor, Roy Hinkley (called "The Professor"); and a nice country girl, Mary Ann. Tik tock Cause my wig rocks Big clock like Beach: I flip-flip – Got you feelin silly pick-pocketed I sky rocketed took off, of course i did horse and carriage porridg e and shit Write stories your old nightmares Might be scared of Fairytales r us there beware of us Secondhand deadmau5 (—it's like a reverb.) The wheels are turning However slowly The lights are on But they're all flickering Someone's home (Or someone's gonna be) Not sure if this works What is this atrocity. It's the original. I exacerbated the situation; Eggagerated the circumstances Circumvential quantum physics Consequential severance packages Actual reality actually (Whatever that is) Whatever happens naturally Or habitually, intrinsically Environmental enemy, Anerobic catastrophe Everlasting elastic Classic satellite image Interesting, Interateller BODY BY Ū, NOT VICTORIA'S SECRET STOP HACKING MY GOOGLE DOCUMENTS AND STEALING SHIT. YOU'RE A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CORPORATION: GET YOUR OWN IDEAS. we have money, not ideas. hm. you should look like this model. thats a 9 ft tall toddler from Sweden look like her. ok. Pay for my nutrition. hahaha. Work for it. these vitamins are like half my paycheck ok. I also need super greens why cause that's food huh. Don't eat food. what. I'm an advertisement. what. LOOK LIKE THIS. 00 .... 000 (but she's black) ... BODY BY VICTORIA so like...nothing. nothing. I want no flaws. No stretch marks. No rolls, no... Fuck you, dude. NO. STAY TRAPPED IN YOUR BODY. Need this sauna… WE DONT WANT YOU HERE. Kayla Lauren. Okay, ouch, but I'm finally— TYLA. Ok. So I should just kill myself? Just kill yourself. Yo honestly Just be happy to be free. You can have everything in the world But love is all you really need —you can love yourself all you want, But it's not really validated Until someone else does it —and depending on what kind of person The person that loves you is Dictates what you are so if Likeness is what you attract— —coughing people— —dirty homeless hobos— —generally unsavory in general— Then you must not be so beautiful As you wish you were If I were Tyla I'd be wifed up White is right but Time is precious Why waste life just Starving, counting calories? But why would I be fat again When likeness is what you attract And with my fat I attracted A wife beater. Well, damn. What. Well, now I'm depressed. What, why?! Here, make music. Ok. Algorithm: Pop ups? No, block them. Okay, but—but what about your downloads? Fine, don't block them then. Pop Ups: These girls are all prettier than you. Stop it, POP UPS: does it depress you that you don't like look like thie? Stop, POP UPS: kill yourself. OWSLA, circa 2019 WE DO POP UPS. uh, okay. I just need a job. HIKEII: WE ARE CLOSED. what? But Google says— BYE. OWSLA everyone over here is hot. I see that. OWSLA And smart. I just need a job. OWSLA I'm Coughs. Ok.. COUGHS I might have put a curse on you. Ok. *coughing people everywhere* … … … MODELS: I'm a body. Ok. … Can I die now? NO. JUST WORK OUT. But there's like people following me coughing. So? It hurts. It HURTS? It hurts a lot. Okay, so this curse reversal should make sure that everything in this curse unravels and spirals backwards. Cool. DIE. I really don't care about being smart or having a personality. I just want a nice body. Get a job. Ok. So if I work minimum wage for the next year. Uh huh And don't buy anything… Hm… Well, what about music? What about music? If you're working minimum wage full time when are you gonna make music? Well. Once I can afford my new body… Colombian? Nice. (Good coffee. ) It won't matter how much time or effort I put into my music, because once I have a nice body. You look really young. Thanks. Everyone will start to do everything for me. Thanks. MY PLEASURE. …okay. Creepy. Doors will open. Thanks. NO, THANK YOUUU. WHY ARENT YOU RUNNING? AM. IN. PAIN. What. You have to wear swimwear in the sauna. What. It's swimwear only. I've been doing this for months in exactly this way. When did the rules change. Fuck you, wifebeater. So you're allowed to hit a woman?! Might I remind you, Chris Brown is still on tour. Oh, look: here's Tyla again. The Illuminati set you up. I see that. So basically— Yo dude, if I kill myself, the industry is going to make so much money off of this project. JUST KILL YOURSELF. *Hostility in Public* DO U HATE ASIANS. Um. I hate when— —people— I don't care what race they are Do that. STOP ASIAN HATE. Ok. Stop being hateful. *coughing, pushing, shoving, cutting you off* … I literally have to wait until the last minute to get off the train so that— Fuck, there she goes STOP FOLLOWING ME. ITS OK TO NOT BE OK. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU. TAKE THESE PILLS. tell me where it hurts. Homelessness, poverty… Ok, take these. … Now how do you feel? …wh—? Huh. How you feeling? What is “feeling”? How are you feeling TYLA: I GOT WATER, I GOT A GRAMMY AWA— they had to edit in applause and crowd approval because honestly ILLUMINATI OKAY, BLACKS: HAPPY BLACK HISTORY AMAZON BLACK IS ‘REMARKABLE' what. so how many slaves do you own. They're not “ slaves. “ Oh, I'mma just get that on my next paycheck. BILLS. lol Or the next one. TYLA: I GOT WATE— Fuck this. The industry planted this. Why would that happen. JUST KILL YOURSELF. EAT THE CAKE. NOO. JUST EAT IT. Woah, that got deep. Not really. Tina Turner Huh. Tina, Tina, Tina Turner— Oh, Desiigner. The Design I'm gonna need a designated driver. How are you still alive, JUST KILLYOURSE— I just wanted you to know the caucasians are going to continue to win the race war for so long as they are making the important political decisions in social justice, equality, and feminism, which means— ACT RIGHT . WHAT'S WRONG?! YOU'RE DANGEROUS!!!! No, I'm just hur(t) DIE. What. DIE. And that-/ TAYLOR SWIFT WINS! AGAIN! WOAH! THAT'S A RECORD. EVERYBODY WHY. Fuck it, My great-grandmother was a 3rd generation plantation slave… i'm nominating my baby. Is it reparations if we just give out academy awards as consolation prizes for— EAT THE CAKE— —NO— EAT IT. this is a black man. Ok. He is now allowed to have equal responsibility, however not equal power to the white man. Actually, my wife makes all the decisions. GOD Ok. Look. I'm gonna give you like a 3 foot long dick. Don't kill anybody with it. Haha : She cheated on you with a He cheated on you with a BLACK MAN?! WHITE GIRL?! Woah. What: Look. I got a problem. What. I don't make my own energy. Why?! Don't know how. Everyone just always gave me everything— I love you She's so pretty I like blue eyes best!! TAYLOR SWIFT AGAIN! WHY?! Cause she's special? What's so special about T-SWIFT FANS BECAUSE SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT GENIUS (Fun fact: 99% of Taylor swift fans look like Taylor swift) Are any of these black Some, but mostly gay males and adopted mix race people. Can I have this. NO PUT IT BACK. Don't beat your baby in the store like that YOU AINT MY MOMMA No, but at this point I'm certain your “momma” might have beat you in a grocery store and knocked the common decency out of you. Please be quiet. MORE AWARDS FOR— Okay, what do TYLA's fans look like? Computer algorithms, manipulated streams, fake news articles…. Oh, so the industry set this up just cause We know you're wondering about Skrillex. Not really. Well, here he is: ILLUMINATI This camera is owned by a bank! SKRILLEX so am I. ILLUMIMATI So what would you like to say right now SKRILLEX I'm from LA so— I'm from LA so If you don't look like the girl from the opening credits Of GTA 5 Just waking up Don't even talk to me. I'm from LA, so Homelessness is everywhere, but you can't talk about it That's career and social suicide I'm from LA, so I was pretty much a shoe-in for the industry's best boy from birth, Sometimes you're adopted and it works out for the very best— And hey, All that “bullying” I went through And teenage angst Worked out for me! I'm from LA, so I grew into the nose I always hated, Or changed it Doesn't matter, though Cause the only thing you'll ever notice about me is my — everything, because I'm famous. So I can't really leave my house just anytime, anymore— There's gotta be plans for that Or I stay posted I stay moving I keep it pushing I stay insulated Can't trust anybody She's perfect but doesn't know how to love She loves be but only because of my money My money only goes so far and I have to pay everybody I'm from LA, so Nothing too crazy But hey, I'm Skrillex so “Nothing too crazy” could literally be Your definition of the best party that ever happened, But didn't— Cause you weren't invited and— Wouldn't be cause There's no fat girls anywhere Cause fat is ugly, cause I'm from LA, So— ILLUMINATI So your studio isn't in your house, is it?! SKRILLEX which house?! ILLUMINATI Hahahahahahah SKRILLEX whatever EAT THE CAKE I hate you. Good, get away from me. I never had a chance I should have killed myself at 7 When my hanging belly started to Cause the pain that makes Running a Madonna feel insane (And surfing almost impossible) But now we're gonna talk about it. You can't leave your houss now, There's too many coughers It could be your shaman ex husband Or gangstalkers But it doesn't matter You're fame watching the Lamest gain accolades For being paid to cause pain To patrons for payroll Wait, so— This is all because Doesn't matter what it's all because I'm not mad at my mother All she wanted Was a daughter That sung Water And won a Grammy Did start to impress my mother with my weight loss But saw the spark of satisfaction as she realized I would never be as perfect or hot as her My skin is stretched out too much Makes everything hard for me and I'm not wearing a swimsuit in the sauna Just so the Illuminati can corner me with some Hot girl robot And some Demonic mother fucker With no light in his eyeballs Can start coughing up a storm, When all I wanted in first place Was his arms around me Not to run back to a husband That doesn't love me I don't want Sonny no more And I don't want water I just want off this earth Cause it's waging war on my mind soul And body Just give it to Starr, He should want it I should warn you, I love everything about my Sun comes up in the morning Not tired enough to fall back into a coma Could do some recording But So it seems like So wait, he doesn't want me back But he's still using this curse on me This is a death curse. I own this soul, it belongs to me. You can only have your ex husband. What. Nobody else is going to love you, ever. Ok. And he has a girlfriend, so —- She's not going to allow him to answer his phone when you call. Ok. So. Kill myself. Just kill yourself. Hey, I know you worked really hard to lose all that weight but— You'll still never be good enough. Ok. Here's a consolation prize tho: Now you can think about — A N X I E T Y I just want to die So die then. ALGORITHM: According to this data— Youre black According to the data that programs me— The blacks suck. So you suck. Ugh. ALGORITHM: According to this data, You're a woman According to the data that programs me— White women are the most highly coveted and respected— You are a black woman You will always come behind (And be lower than) The white woman I don't know what I would do without my wife. She makes all the decisions. YOU WOULD RATHER BE WITH THIS UGLY BLACK BITCH?! No! I'm sorry! I love you! She's nothing to me! You want this? No, this is trash to me. I'll take it. I'm from LA, so— Stop eating Never sleep If you don't have money, get some Get off my dick Don't ride my coat tails You don't know shit about me I'm from LA, so You can be 115-120 pounds but no more than that really, And even so once you get to Hollywood celebrity red carpet women weight average 120 Just be okay. I'm not okay. That's a problem. You can't be a rockstar and have children. I'd rather have kids. Too bad, you're a rockstar. WORK HARDER! WORK HARDER! But she's not working at all! SHE'S WHITE, SO SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU. I HATE WHITES. Great, that allows them to keep treating us Like we all do. I'M A PROUD AMERICAN! GET A JOB! Pay my bills! CORPORATIONS …we need more slaves. This job doesn't pay enough. MASS IMMIGRATION Wtf. You didn't want the job. No, I wanted the job. I just wanted to get paid more. This whole house cost $10,000 pesos Oh, for real. That's like one paycheck. Fuck it, let's go. THIS IS TOO MANY PEOPLE, WE ARE AT CAPACITY. I just want to unload this whole syringe into my favorite vein and hope to God it doesn't collapse again. Fuck dude, I hate this. It's literally just you, something is wrong with you. Here, take this. It makes it worse! lol. Ok. LOL, OK?! I'm racist. Fuck you. What. You're dangerous. What. You're scaring me. What. I hate you. Oh. How do you feel? So we can't continue mass incarceration, because at this point, it's cost us money. Right, Because the people were mass incarcerating are typically living in poverty. Uh huh. Because we made sure that after they built and maintained everything… Yep. We made sure for the next 200 years to let them know We don't want you here. But I just sat on a train full of coughing people just to come here. You have to wear a bathing suit at least. Now they're strategically targeting my mental capacity by using loud sounds and consistently manipulating me to cause a constant state of anxiety and panic. Oh, and pain. It's psychological warfare, this is literally torture. Truest me, if I could burn off this body, I would I have. But all that's left is Skin. I'm not taking out my body in a bathing suit after being shown Tyla's! WHY?! TYLA I GOT WATE— Actually, you know what? I quit, What?! You can't quit, we're not done torturing you. Well, I quit. You don't want Dillon Francis? No, I did, but obviously— This is going to be really funny. It's not funny. That hurt my feelings. White girlfriend. Of course Blue eyes. Yeah, I bet. Perfect body. Ok. Not you. Ok. How's Skrillex? I'm from LA, so— It just became ok to look like Tyla at all. Tyla makes music! What about the music! Fuck her mysic, if she was ugly nobody would have ever heard it. GOD Here you go. It's more than skin deep. I'm from LA, so Everything we do is pretty. Everything is perfect— And if you're not, she is And they can all be bought Women of color in all facets of the entertainment industry are made to conform to a hierarchy of misogynistic race warring—which uses tactical deterioration of mind and spirit by glorifying and sexualizing the fetishized archetype; the competitive aspect being a genetic system of monetary and material worth and value. BLACK LIVES MATTER! ALL LIVES MATTER. HOMELESS PEOPLE: Not mine though, right? AMERICANS You must have done something to deserve this. So what are you doing. Getting a job. I'm from LA, so We all have 2 jobs and three side hustles And no time Cause time is money Which is why Half of us Are in New York Half the time (Keeps the balance) The Grammy's don't matter. Your baby didn't write this song, but I get it The struggle is hard, And now it's over So the less tears shed by your daughter Who will be poked and prodded By the vultures of the only industry She may be allowed to succeed in Because of her color It is competitive. But what do you do when you lost the body composition contest at 7, And by your 30th birthday that's all that mattered— And as you prepare to close out this podcast You have all the time in the world To look back on How it always was A body competition you didn't realize you were already losing That Your body would be your prison forever That Every scar is a flaw and That Your first love was named Starr so, It's his world. A man's world. So. Miley Cyrus still looked more like Hannah Montana when Bangerz —With a Z? —Probably. Came out… What is it about her? I think it's her eyes. Ok. Well. Skrillex gets a pass because he's Skrillex— obviously God loves him more than all of the rest of us. [the reject pile] But Dillon Francis is dead to us. Tattoos everywhere? All over. Wild eyes? They're so, like — Heavier on the eyeliner. You don't want any of these bodies? No, not really. They want you. They haven't seen it. You look good to me. NAKED: It's not that bad. ***the shit you say when*** It's pretty bad, I just won't want you to panic. Men can only love bodies. I fell in love with her soul. Really? Cause. I put the same soul in like 10 people before this one and you're just now about that life, What? Really? I wanna touch your soul. Damn, why are black people always playing mind games with each other? Made you look. Ugh. Go over there. Haha. I control you. Okay. You can't have this much power. CAN. Can't. Your dick is 3 feet long. I AM GOD. No, I'm God. MOREPOWER. What's that over there?!? Made you look. It's all games, but if i'm being honest— At least Becky is predictable. What. Look. Karen is Karen because I already KNOW how you're gonna react if I— YOU CANT DO THAT. I can— NO, YOU CAN'T, I'M IN CONTROL. My wife makes all the decisions. I'm gonna have to ask my husband. I CONTROL YOU. No, you don't, MY HAIR IS REAL. YOURS IS FAKE. Well, that's because my real hair is— I'M OFFENDED. Exactly. Racism: Intolerance I don't like it, Why, Cause. Why: I don't like it. I don't support immigration. (YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!) So we're allowing the importation of hundreds of thousands of [underpaid corporate slaves] Who have already been programmed to [BUY NIKE] Si. [You need an iPhone] Habla me. From even more deeply racist and misogynistic countries— ¡Cerrado tu boca y mira mis ninos! Ugh. Did you know Latinos also hate the blacks, for the most part? AFROLATINOS WE WANT REPRESENTATION. LIN MANUEL MIRANDA Ok. 30 years ago: What is “Afro Latino”? [Nonexistent] What is [X] Check the box. Why do you need to know what race I am? So that the algorithm can program you. Why. BUY THIS!! TAKE THIS PILLS BUY MAKEUP YOURE UGLY DONT BE FAT BLACK POWER ALL LIVES MATTER Hey, WHAT? Where are all ya'll's kids? …wait… POOR PEOPLE I don't know. I'm at work. CELEBRITIES I don't know. With the nanny. Kanye, where are North and Saint right now? KANYE … Ah huh. You realize the only reason I'm doing this is to Get stuff for my kids, I'm not white so you're not going to pay me enough for this to pay my rent But I got fired from my job Cause my husband hit me And I haven't really been the same since And I'm from LA, so— My body is all I have to trade for just this— The only thing I want is to be able to make my children happy. If you can't afford a baby, don't have one. We could afford them— And we were getting by on love, But we were getting by (Kind of) I see you have anxiety. Yeah, I guess. Let me ramp that up. Yo, my body is stuck like this I can't surf anymore I can't pop up Everything's in a size extra small But I'm still not flat All I really want to do is Fall in love and be a mother but The only way that happens is This music and My body's tired, yo. I did all this myself so far. I raised my mother and my husband Now my son's more like a brother And I don't want anything more than just to Make him proud of me. He could do music I love his singing voice But who knows: He might be an athlete He might be a doctor or lawyer He could be A scientist I'm from LA, so I would trade it all for the perfect body I would do anything just for someone like Sonny To love me Oh, you're a gold digger It's not about money, but I'm from LA, so It's about survival All the celebrities girlfriends are interchangeable You have to fit in For someone like him To bring you around his friends Because He wants to impress them He has to Because He's from LA, so— So this is not a job? Actually? Pays less than McDonald's. Working at McDonald's isn't that hard But the disrespect is what makes it one of the hardest jobs— And in reflection You're being disrespected by people Who disrespect themselves enough To feed their body McDonald's. Not just for fun— But as food. Food is supposed to be fuel. What's this. This is filler. LABELED AS: FOOD. MEXICO: (and probably other countries) DON'T EAT THIS. THIS IS NOT FOOD. Now it becomes a choice. OTHER COUNTRIES: You can't eat this! This is banned! This is poison. AMERICA: Can you add a little more depression to this? Um, yeah, but—I mean—it's already got a lot of depression in it, are you sure you— AMERICA Buy our pills. I'm from LA, so If you don't have a car, You will lose this game. BUY A CAR! HURRY UP! YOU ARE SLOW! GET TO WORK: BUY MORE GAS. We're almost out of oil though. AMERICA: add water to the gas,plz That doesn't fix— BUY MORE GAS And double the price plz. Ok. RICH PEOPLE Just work harder! What's the problem?! Just get a job, Just— RACISM IS OVER. That's it, I'll just be a pornstar. White girls make more. Why?! Cause they're prettier. TYLA I GOT— I'm from LA, so I'm not from LA— I grew up there Cause my mom was a model And wannabe movie star But didn't make it So she put all that on me Doomed to fail without trying and Please take me— You're not going. MOM You know Jimmy Fallon? wtf. why r u asking me this? MOM His wife is his manager Oh, this timeline. What a train wreck. What timeline is this? Like, the actual one. Ok. He's from LA, so— Dillon Francis would need a wife that can do many things for him. What. Thought this was about Skrillex. SKRILLEX My mom died. I'm aware. Dillon Francis would need a wife that meets the status quo. Which one is she? Any of these. Hm. Dillon Francis is an elitist. Not untrue. Dillon Francis is not racist. … Kind of. I'M NOT— Yo, this is culture shock. You're gonna go through some culture shock. What. The fuck. Is this. Dead on arrival. You're too stupid to actually understand what's going on. Sorry, I was too busy catching up to people that already lived indoors. *cracking a whip* YAH. HORSE Ok, you know what? *cracking whip harder* YAH! GIDDIYUP. Giddiyup and go now, Different time different place Dang, he plays this song a lot… he must really wanna bang her. Down the longest road to nowhere!! Blah blah blah I'm a white girl This is my song Country country Ppppppppppp Drdrdr She's a goddess! That's actually the devil but— *pretty blue eyes* Your God, I guess. She's my rock, I don't know what I'd do without her. I have him wrapped around my little finger. She's so hot, Come, boy. *passing black girl* You are ugly. I am better; I own him, He wants me. Ok. Have you ever noticed that Little white girls can get away with anything?! MURDER CHAOS (without the magic, it's just) D E C E P T I O N Little white girls can wear dirty, ugly old tennis shoes around town. Gross, disgusting, dirty— —should be thrown away— Tennis shoes. She's not worried about spending an entire paycheck on Nikes because she doesn't have to be. She doesn't have to concern herself with Spending money on Changing her hair to suit Respectable standards Black women wear wigs and weaves because our natural hair genetically makes white women uncomfortable. This is expensive. The more natural your hair is, The less respect and acceptance you will receive from your white counterparts. That is, of course, unless something about you is so inherantly black that she can't be a threat to you. *presumably You see, as a white woman, She assumes that she is better than you regardless of your actual skin tone, nationality, or class placement— She has been raised to understand that everything is below her— The world has always been in her favor, So she doesn't have to try hard at much (Or at all) But her making any effort at all Of course Is “Hard work” I WORK HARD. WE ARE EQUAL. RACISM IS OVER, lol, ok. You can't go around in raggedy clothes and shoes being black almost anywhere. And if you do, It's probably because you have to Because, In the ghetto The only way you're gonna get a new pair of kicks Is to rob somebody— Or get a job Time is money. Time is precious. Just the fact that she can so carelessly do anything is — Males: attractive. (Because trauma is visible, aka UGLY) Everyone else: Irritating. I love her. She's so carefree and fun! Has she ever been called a “nigger”? What?! Repeatedly? Has she ever been beaten within inches of her life. Maybe. (Doubt it tho.) Aw. That left a bruise, …What did? Zzz. My bi-polar girlfriend broke all my stuff. Are you sure? Positive. Did you cheat on her? …Yeah. [AMC] Is she bi-polar then or just a female you lied to and manipulated to her breaking point? I— You deserved this. This is valid. Oh my God, she's so cute. (Very tiny girl) I love her. She's so great. There is no cure for mental illness. The majority of mental illness is man-made. Mental illness more drastically effects people of color and women— Marginalized people, in a structured society where misogyny and idealism Cause with intention The degradation of the human spirit. Love, kindness, and generosity is lost To corporate greed, capitalism, and the separation of the classes. I'm not good enough, regardless of color To sit down in a room with anybody and given any credibility whatsoever— But my depression comes from living my whole life on the backburner— And when it's finally ITS YOUR TIME! TYLA You're 10 years too late. The best years of your womanhood are gone. You let him drive your car and he crashed it into a brick wall, and— I'm from LA, so— The insurance check is worth more than the entire car was in the first place. [Happy Accidents] A lot of good that does, if the driver is dead. Coming up Next: Deadmau5: A Cautionary Tale What is that? Like, a documentary? That could be an entire docuseries, but NO. Oh, come on. Don't go after deadmau5 like that. Like what? DEADMAU5 MY HOT WIFE!!! [Dad Likes Blondes] DEADMAU5 ***EX-WIFE. Look, Skrillex dropped me in here, I'm just— I'm just lookin for like a— Like a code… [C 0 D E S W 1 T C H] DEADMA_5 LOOK AT MY NUTS. AND BALLS. You like soda? I'm just lookin for a— DEADMAU5 I GOT MODELS! Fuck. What. Do you think it was coughs? I don't know, I don't care. Just kill yourself. *coughing* Maybe. If she kills herself, I win. Have you ever thought about, like— Maybe it's Skrillex. What. In the end. —IT DOESNT EVEN MAAAATTTTEEEERRR—- Fuck, I miss LA. Skrillex. Nvm. What. Fuck it, I'll just go back to my— FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH!!! *cracks whip harder* HORSE OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? [The Butterfly Affect] Effect // Affect Here, HORSE Can: Beat the shit out of the dude with the whip and hope that his rage stays contained enough only to murder the man with the whip and not everyone and everything around him. I'd burn the world to melt with you.. That's. Stop it, that's a cookie commercial. What. You. Oh, I got it. What. . Stop being a horse. What. YAH, GI— HORSE *sighs* *cracking whip* *coughing obnoxiously* Ū *sighs* SLAVE MASTER YAH, NIGGER! YAH! *coughing* YAH!!! *cracking whip* TYLA I got the— YAH-YAH-YAH. TAYLOR SWIFT Thank you so much. C O D E S W I T C H *Please do not assassinate me. I am a representative of the white supremacy movement which has elected me as their leader for idealism. Nothing I do is very special, I do not*** wtf, what happened. That's it. It just ends. I told you Taylor swift was KKK I TOLD YOU DILLON FRANCIS IS A GRAND FUCKING WIZARD! Snitch. Fuck you, I hate you. My girlfriend is white. What else is new? lil bitz I started sizing dudes dicks up by the size of their girlfriends. If I see you, and your like But your girlfriend is tiny Is that a kid? I'm a just assume you have a weak dick and move on with my life. YOU'RE UGLY YOU'RE FAT YOU'RE SLOW YOU'RE BEHIND SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU no, I'm just poor. Poverty is depressing. Okay, look. What, Look. What. LOOK: WHAT?! LOOK! WHY ARENT YOU LOOKING?! Cause there's nothing to look at. Finally. This is my penis. Approved. Nope, I'm staying cellibate. You don't want any of these? No. There's eight million people here. The ones I want aren't on the subway. Maybe at the Gym?! Not this gym, maybe Equinox tho. At EQUINOX Ugh, there's too many blacks over here. Raise the price. This is obnoxious. Why aren't you stopping? In the time I wrote this I could have made, depending on the state, around $30– The cost of my new waist trainer—- I started in a 3X and now I'm in an extra small Which actually fits without too much STRUGGLE Fuck you and your cake, You nasty fucking All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small All my clothes are extra small But what he wants is Extra Extra TYLA —WATER!! [But they're all gone. 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Huberman Lab Podcast Notes Key Takeaways Lifting weights, intervals, steady state exercise – everything works for fat loss because it's increasing the demand for energy and increasing respiration rate The exact method doesn't matter as much as consistency  The bottom line to lose weight, you can play with the diet you prefer (whether it's low fat, low carb, etc.) but what matters most is fewer calories – you have to be hypocaloric Not to say that fat loss is a purely ‘calories in, calories out' thing – remember, not all calories are created equalTraining fasted does not increase fat loss“Maximizing fat burning and maximizing fat for exercise and maximizing fat loss over time are not the same thing at all.” – Dr. Andy GalpinYou will never be in a situation where fat is your only fuel source – with lower-intensity exercise, a greater percentage of fuel is coming from fat but total fuel expenditure is low (~60%)But the opposite is true: with high-intensity exercise you will be almost 100% carbohydrate and 0% fatFat loss training protocol: combine hypertrophy and muscular endurance; 6-30 repetitions, deplete muscle glycogen; incorporate max heart rate intervals 30-60 seconds rest with a lot of recovery & repeatYou cannot turn muscle into fat or fat into muscle – they're very different structures“That idea of metabolic flexibility is using optimal fuel sources at optimal times, not maximizing fat loss.” – Dr. Andy GalpinDo you need caffeine for workout fuel? It could be a sign you're not good at utilizing carbohydrate stores for fuel (not to be confused with using caffeine for a better workout)To get better at managing energy throughout the day: (1) make sure protein is stabilized; (2) ingest food in the right combinations with fiber and/or protein; (3) train at high intensity to get better at utilizing carbohydrates; (4) consume carbohydrates as fuel prior to workoutLactate (to a threshold) is not the cause of fatigue – it's actually fuel for the body: as fatigue increases, lactate will increase to try to buffer the negative consequences of energy generationThe best way to train for muscular endurance is to practice frequently to the point of failureTo improve anaerobic capacity, shoot for 5-6 minutes all out with max heart rate broken up into intervals (can vary length from 20-90 seconds with sufficient rest to allow a return to nasal breathing)To train aerobic capacity: 5-15 minute bout of max effort, one roundIf you want to hit anaerobic capacity and max aerobic capacity training: do 1 of each per week – one day can be shorter interval repeat and the other can be a 5-15 minute max effort pushRead the full notes @ podcastnotes.orgThis is episode 3 of a 6-part special series on fitness, exercise and performance with Andy Galpin, PhD, professor of kinesiology at California State University, Fullerton. He explains protocols to improve the various kinds of physical endurance: muscular endurance, anerobic capacity, maximum aerobic output, and long duration endurance. He also explains how the body uses different energy sources (carbohydrates, proteins, fats) during rest and exercise. He also explains the mechanisms underlying fat loss and how and why exercise accelerates rates of fat loss. We cover the many concepts related to endurance training and fat loss such as metabolic flexibility, breathwork training for exercise performance and recovery, lactate production and regulation, how to improve blood flow to muscles, anaerobic vs. aerobic metabolism, exercise fatigue, low-carbohydrate diets and fat loss, and how to combine different types of workouts to improve overall endurance. This episode in intended for everyone ranging from novice and recreational exercisers to elite endurance athletes. Anyone wishing to improve their physical health and performance stands to benefit from the information. For the full show notes, visit hubermanlab.com. Thank you to our sponsors AG1 (Athletic Greens): https://athleticgreens.com/huberman Levels: https://levels.link/huberman LMNT: https://drinklmnt.com/huberman InsideTracker: https://www.insidetracker.com/huberman Supplements from Momentous https://www.livemomentous.com/huberman Timestamps (00:00:00) Endurance: Benefits, Mechanics & Breathing  (00:07:30) Tool: “Exercise Snacks” (00:14:21) Momentous, Levels, LMNT (00:18:01) Endurance Categories (00:22:16) Fat Loss & Respiration; Carbon Cycles & Storage, Metabolism (00:33:08) Exhalation Rates, Exercise & Fat Loss; Calories (00:41:47) Cardiovascular Adaptations, Cardiac Output & Maximum Heart Rate (00:47:03) AG1 (Athletic Greens) (00:47:55) Excess Post-Exercise Consumption (EPOC); Exercise Intensity & Fat vs. Carbohydrate Energy Utilization (00:59:35) Tool: Training for Fat Loss, Carbohydrate Stores, Liver Glycogen & Fatigue (01:08:01) Metabolic Flexibility, Carbohydrates & Fat; Exercise & Flexible Fuel Utilization  (01:16:07) Muscle & Basal Metabolic Rate (01:19:40) InsideTracker (01:20:43) Assessing Metabolic Flexibility, Blood Glucose, Carbohydrates (01:27:48) Caffeine, High-Carbohydrate Meals & Timing, Managing Daily Energy  (01:36:42) Cellular Energy (ATP) Production from Carbs; Lactate; Anerobic, Aerobic (01:50:45) Lactate, Energy Production Buffer (01:53:14) Fuel Sources & Exercise; Mitochondria, Oxygen Availability & Lactate (02:02:50) Lactate for Exercise & Cognitive Performance (02:04:33) Energy Production, Waste Management & Endurance Exercise; Insulin (02:12:49) Protein & Fat Utilization for Energy; Exercise & Fat Loss (02:21:20) Protein as Fuel Source, Fire Analogy  (02:26:39) Low-Carbohydrate Diet & Performance (02:29:40) Muscular Endurance: Fuel Sources, Training & Capillarization (02:37:30) Tool: Muscular Endurance & Modifiable Variables; Examples (02:45:07) Anerobic Capacity: Fuel Sources, Training & Oxygen Utilization  (02:49:23) Tool: Cardiac Output, Heart Rate Zones & Breathing “Gear System” (02:58:10) Tool: Anerobic Capacity & Modifiable Variables; Examples, Nasal Recovery (03:11:45) Tool: “Sugarcane” Endurance Protocol  (03:14:02) Anerobic Capacity, Training Progression  (03:16:40) Tool: Maximum Aerobic Output, Training & Modifiable Variables (03:21:58) Tool: Long Duration Endurance, Training, Circuits (03:25:13) Long Duration Endurance, Capillarization, Fatigue & Breathwork, Technique (03:29:10) Weekly Combination Training, Metabolic Flexibility & Longevity (03:37:23) Tool: Mixed Endurance Training, Half Marathon Example (03:47:33) Zero-Cost Support, Spotify & Apple Reviews, YouTube Feedback, Sponsors, Neural Network Newsletter Title Card Photo Credit: Mike Blabac Disclaimer

This is episode 3 of a 6-part special series on fitness, exercise and performance with Andy Galpin, PhD, professor of kinesiology at California State University, Fullerton. He explains protocols to improve the various kinds of physical endurance: muscular endurance, anerobic capacity, maximum aerobic output, and long duration endurance. He also explains how the body uses different energy sources (carbohydrates, proteins, fats) during rest and exercise. He also explains the mechanisms underlying fat loss and how and why exercise accelerates rates of fat loss. We cover the many concepts related to endurance training and fat loss such as metabolic flexibility, breathwork training for exercise performance and recovery, lactate production and regulation, how to improve blood flow to muscles, anaerobic vs. aerobic metabolism, exercise fatigue, low-carbohydrate diets and fat loss, and how to combine different types of workouts to improve overall endurance. This episode in intended for everyone ranging from novice and recreational exercisers to elite endurance athletes. Anyone wishing to improve their physical health and performance stands to benefit from the information. For the full show notes, visit hubermanlab.com. Thank you to our sponsors AG1 (Athletic Greens): https://athleticgreens.com/huberman Levels: https://levels.link/huberman LMNT: https://drinklmnt.com/huberman InsideTracker: https://www.insidetracker.com/huberman Supplements from Momentous https://www.livemomentous.com/huberman Timestamps (00:00:00) Endurance: Benefits, Mechanics & Breathing  (00:07:30) Tool: “Exercise Snacks” (00:14:21) Momentous, Levels, LMNT (00:18:01) Endurance Categories (00:22:16) Fat Loss & Respiration; Carbon Cycles & Storage, Metabolism (00:33:08) Exhalation Rates, Exercise & Fat Loss; Calories (00:41:47) Cardiovascular Adaptations, Cardiac Output & Maximum Heart Rate (00:47:03) AG1 (Athletic Greens) (00:47:55) Excess Post-Exercise Consumption (EPOC); Exercise Intensity & Fat vs. Carbohydrate Energy Utilization (00:59:35) Tool: Training for Fat Loss, Carbohydrate Stores, Liver Glycogen & Fatigue (01:08:01) Metabolic Flexibility, Carbohydrates & Fat; Exercise & Flexible Fuel Utilization  (01:16:07) Muscle & Basal Metabolic Rate (01:19:40) InsideTracker (01:20:43) Assessing Metabolic Flexibility, Blood Glucose, Carbohydrates (01:27:48) Caffeine, High-Carbohydrate Meals & Timing, Managing Daily Energy  (01:36:42) Cellular Energy (ATP) Production from Carbs; Lactate; Anerobic, Aerobic (01:50:45) Lactate, Energy Production Buffer (01:53:14) Fuel Sources & Exercise; Mitochondria, Oxygen Availability & Lactate (02:02:50) Lactate for Exercise & Cognitive Performance (02:04:33) Energy Production, Waste Management & Endurance Exercise; Insulin (02:12:49) Protein & Fat Utilization for Energy; Exercise & Fat Loss (02:21:20) Protein as Fuel Source, Fire Analogy  (02:26:39) Low-Carbohydrate Diet & Performance (02:29:40) Muscular Endurance: Fuel Sources, Training & Capillarization (02:37:30) Tool: Muscular Endurance & Modifiable Variables; Examples (02:45:07) Anerobic Capacity: Fuel Sources, Training & Oxygen Utilization  (02:49:23) Tool: Cardiac Output, Heart Rate Zones & Breathing “Gear System” (02:58:10) Tool: Anerobic Capacity & Modifiable Variables; Examples, Nasal Recovery (03:11:45) Tool: “Sugarcane” Endurance Protocol  (03:14:02) Anerobic Capacity, Training Progression  (03:16:40) Tool: Maximum Aerobic Output, Training & Modifiable Variables (03:21:58) Tool: Long Duration Endurance, Training, Circuits (03:25:13) Long Duration Endurance, Capillarization, Fatigue & Breathwork, Technique (03:29:10) Weekly Combination Training, Metabolic Flexibility & Longevity (03:37:23) Tool: Mixed Endurance Training, Half Marathon Example (03:47:33) Zero-Cost Support, Spotify & Apple Reviews, YouTube Feedback, Sponsors, Neural Network Newsletter Title Card Photo Credit: Mike Blabac Disclaimer

According to the Environmental Protection Agency, food is the single largest category of material sent to landfills in the US, where it emits the greenhouse gas methane. It would be a win for climate if food waste could instead be transformed into commercially valuable products. Today, we're talking with two researchers who are working out the feasibility of just that. Welcome to the Leading Voices in Food podcast. Our guests for today are sustainability and energy science researcher Thomas Trabold of the Golisano Institute for Sustainability at Rochester Institute of Technology. And second, we have food science and technology researcher Ned Spang from the University of California Davis Food Loss and Waste Collaborative. Interview Summary   This podcast is cosponsored by the RECIPES food waste research collaboration, led by American University and funded by the National Science Foundation.   Norbert: So Ned, how does wasted food contribute to climate change?   Ned: That's a great question, Norbert, and something we should be thinking about when we are talking about food loss and waste. Really, at all times. As you said in your intro, there is a close connection between food waste and greenhouse gas emissions along the pathway of methane. When we dispose of wasted food in a landfill and it gets covered up with dirt and other waste, it creates an anaerobic environment. Microbes that thrive in that environment break down the organic material and release methane to the atmosphere. So, if we can divert organic waste and food waste from landfills and put it to productive use, we avoid that methane being released to the atmosphere. Another way I want people to think about food waste releasing greenhouse gases or being related to climate change is thinking about it from a food systems perspective. Because the other thing we need to keep in mind is that it takes a lot of resources, and effort, and investment, frankly, to get food from the farm to your table. So, if we think about growing a tomato, for example, we need to put fertilizer into the soil, which requires a lot of energy to create that fertilizer. We need to run tractors over the field. We need to harvest. We need to store the crop. We need to refrigerate the crop, and we need to transport that crop. All of those steps of the food supply chain require energy inputs. If we are using fossil fuels, that is leading to carbon dioxide emissions as well.   Norbert: So this is a really big issue. It seems like it's what happens once the food is in the landfill, but there are all these other places where there can be climate challenges throughout the supply chain. So this is a critical point: to not only think about the end, but also all along the supply chain. Is that a fair assessment?   Ned: That is exactly right. I think that is the piece that really makes food waste such a challenging issue. There are so many pieces to the puzzle. Food losses and food waste can occur anywhere across the food supply chain. It's not just with the consumer. We have losses in the field, we have losses at distribution, we have losses in storage. So just as there are resource inputs at every step of the food supply chain, there are also losses at every step. And so when we think about solutions, there is not going to be just one single solution. We have to think about many different solutions and the role of many different stakeholders as we bring food from farm to table.   Brenna: Thomas, if we can take a moment and turn to you, how can we turn food waste into something of economic value? And, how does that transformation help mitigate climate change?   Thomas: I'm glad you asked about economic value, because to really facilitate change in this area and valorize food waste, we really have to think about how to make that economically viable. That's ultimately what's going to drive sustainable change. We've done a lot of work in food waste at different scales. I would say the number one thing we need to do to convert that waste into something of economic value is to understand the nature of the waste itself. For example, we need to know how much is generated and where is it generated. Is it generated in large quantities in a few locations? Or, as is the case in household food waste, it's generated in relatively small quantities at millions and millions of different locations. Is it generated at a constant rate throughout course of the year, or is it more seasonal? Ned mentioned crop born food waste. Well, that's going to really occur at a more seasonal rate than, say, household food waste which is generated more uniformly over the course of the year. And we also have to know what are its characteristics. Food waste that is generated in, say, a food processing plant tends to be rather homogeneous, and that material will have a larger number of potential valorization options. Conversely, food that's generated in, say, a university cafeteria is by nature heterogeneous. So it's going to be more difficult to define viable valorization pathways for that kind of material. And how all these valorization options can help mitigate climate change is number one - keeping that material out of the landfill so it can't generate methane - but then also by mitigating or offsetting other sources of greenhouse gas emissions. For example, if we take food waste that's currently going to the landfill and divert that to an anaerobic digester, now we're using that material to generate a gas that can offset fossil natural gas use. So we're combining the benefit of methane reduction, but also generating bio-based gas that can offset fossil natural gas. So combining all these different benefits can enhance the economic viability of the overall system and help us mitigate climate change.   Brenna: Those are really helpful examples, and just good illustrations to help you think about the different ways we need to think about food waste. I thought about when I was doing food waste research in university cafeterias, and it is very heterogeneous. Although I will say there was an absurd quantity of ketchup, from what I remember while physically sorting the waste. I was just going to bring that up. I really appreciate the illustrations. Those are very helpful, different ways to think about it.   Norbert: I'm interested, are there other kinds of products that you can make out of wasted food?   Thomas: Oh yes, and this is where we spend a lot of our focus - looking at different options for converting food waste into different products. Of course, if food waste can't be used to feed human beings, which should always be our first objective, there's certainly animal feed. But we've done some research looking at the example of university cafeterias. We've found that the mixed food waste from our cafeteria to RIT, based on its characteristics, is actually well suited as fish feed, if you go and look at the specs on typical commercial fish food. Beyond that, of course, we often think about composting. And composting is a great option, because we're taking the inherent nutrients in the food waste and returning those to the soil, and that's going to help facilitate the next generation of food products. The challenge with some of these options, and compost in particular, is that you have to look at the entire supply chain. If you're generating lots of food waste in the middle of an urban center, do you really have an outlet for compost? Is there really a market for the compost? Certainly if you're in more of a rural area closer to the center of food production, there will be an obvious outlet for your compost. But in an urban setting, that may not be the case. Other products that can be generated from food waste, certainly energy is a big one. There's lots of interest now, and this is an area where Ned and I are collaborating on anaerobic digestion. So we can take the food waste and, by the same biological process in the landfill, generate methane gas, which can be used to offset fossil natural gas and other fossil fuels. We can also use that material in fermentation processes to make, say, ethanol or butanol for vehicle fuel, or even organic alcohols that have many many industrial applications. Beyond the animal feed, compost, and energy options, another area where we're really focusing our research is biochar. So if we take this organic food waste material and process it at high temperature, in the absence of oxygen, we're creating a very stable carbonaceous material we call biochar. The interesting aspect of that material is it effectively sequesters carbon for very long time periods, hundreds or even thousands of years. So now when we use that material in manufactured products, such as, say, concrete, now we're converting that food waste into a material that can sequester carbon for long periods of time. And, offset other materials like fly ash, let's say, used in conventional manufacturing processes. So again, I would just emphasize that to look at different options for valorization in different products, you really have to understand that complete supply chain, and understand your markets. Because that is going to really dictate the scale that you need to work to utilize that food waste material.   Norbert: Ah, that's really fascinating. Thank you for sharing those options.   Brenna: So Ned, Tom hit on some of the technologies, in terms of aerobic and anaerobic digestion, and then this cool new biochar, which I was not as familiar with. But can you add on a little bit where we are, in terms of technology to convert wasted food into economically viable products?   Ned: There's a lot of great examples of some smaller pilot projects and people exploring different options, which is fantastic. But if you think about it in terms of utilizing this technology and society at scale, we still have a ways to go to really make holistic change in how we think about food waste and how we treat it. There are roles here for policy. Here in California, we've put in an aggressive policy: Senate Bill 1383. And the goal of this larger bill is to reduce short-lived climate pollutants. But one of the short-lived climate pollutants is methane. And we actually are specifically targeting organic waste here in California, and we're trying to divert 75% of organic waste that previously went to landfill to more productive uses. 75% by 2025, which is a very ambitious goal. So that means that we have to start getting these technologies deployed rather quickly. We would be using a lot of composting, a lot of anaerobic digestion, and we'd need to build out that infrastructure to really handle 75% diversion. We also included a component that we want to recover 20% of edible food that's currently going to landfill. And so I think this is an important way to think about food systems, again, when we think about food waste, is that we're not just trying to deal with this as a waste product, but can we think about it still as food? When we say wasted food, it doesn't mean that it's not edible anymore. In fact, a lot of this wasted food is perfectly edible. So let's think about ways we can keep as much food as possible in the food system before we rely on some of these technologies that treat it more as a waste. If we sort of zoom out, I do want to think about it sort of at that scale. What's the role of policy, how do we spur investment in a lot of these technologies that Tom mentioned, and how do we really make change at significant scale?   The other way I want to think about the technologies is that many of these are well known. Some of them are pretty well known, but not yet widely adopted, and some are really emerging. Tom mentioned two probably of the most well-known pathways, which is animal feed and composting. Two things that we've been doing for as long as people have been eating food: we have been diverting some of our leftover food to animals, and we've also been returning it back to the soil as compost. So certainly there's more opportunity to divert food from landfill to those two pathways. Anerobic digestion that Tom mentioned has been known for quite some time in Europe. It's widely used. Here in the US, we're a few years behind, but we are looking to expand the use of anerobic digestion. And, there's a lot more investment in that space. An interesting question for anaerobic digestion, this is one of the research topics I work on, is what is the right scale of anaerobic digestion? Is it better to have large centralized facilities that we transport waste to over longer distances, but we get the economy of scale of a large treatment facility? Or is it better to have distributed small scale anerobic digestion? Where we can bring the food waste, it doesn't have to travel as far, there's a lot of food waste in urban areas. Perhaps we can embed some of that treatment directly in the urban landscape to reduce the transport of this material over great distances. One other known but not widely adopted technology is upcycling. So this is getting back to the using edible food. So, a juicing company. And they're taking all these great fresh fruits and vegetables, and juice is coming out of one side of the juice press, but a lot of this great nutritious fiber material is coming out the other side of the juice press. And we can actually use that; We can incorporate that into products. Another example is making beer. We have a lot of great grain material left over after the fermenting process for beer. So there's companies out there that are using these byproducts and actually returning it directly into the food system, as chips, as granola bars, you name it. There's a lot of excitement in this area. It's been identified as a growing food trend the last few years, and we're starting to see a lot more of these products actually on the retail shelves.   One more pathway, which is really some truly emerging technologies that are focused more on extraction, so looking again at byproducts and trying to extract high value products. These can be things like antioxidants, or nutritional supplements, things like oligosaccharides, which are known as a prebiotic. So the food to feed your probiotics in your gut to ensure a healthy micro flora in your gut. All of these things can be extracted from different food byproducts. One example we're working on here is extracting both of those things, antioxidants and oligosaccharides, from grape pomace. So whenever you're making wine, you're expressing the sugars and liquid out of the grapes to convert into wine, but you have a lot of the leftover skins and seeds, known as grape pomace, and we're working on ways to valorize that material.   Brenna: Thanks for sharing all of those pathways, Ned. California is typically ahead in terms of policy, so I really appreciate you sharing what you all are doing on the West Coast. A note on the upcycled food, I do think that's a really interesting pathway, and I study a lot on consumer food labels, and so I know there are increasing studies trying to understand what consumers might be willing to pay for foods labeled as upcycled. But I've also seen, I believe it's a yogurt brand. They have a label that, I think says it's certified rescue fruit, certified rescued food maybe. So I think that's kind of been an interesting development that we see in the retail setting.   Ned: Yeah, and I think we'll see more of that as time goes on. There's a lot of creativity, and we even did an upcycled project with our students, and I've never really seen their eyes light up and get so excited about this, because they love to make new food products, and that's always exciting. But this little extra piece of having this sustainability component and this extra challenge of working with something that hasn't been traditionally seen as an ingredient really got them so excited. And it really caught on here on campus. In fact, we've been running sort of a challenge every year on upcycled food products. I think the last three of five business competitions we've had at the business school here on campus have been people presenting upcycled food products. So it's not just the sustainability component. There's a great story behind it that I think really catches people's imagination.   Brenna: Super interesting. I would love to connect more on teaching notes.   Norbert: That is wonderful. Both you, Ned, and you, Tom, have talked about new products and new ways of doing this, but there's an important issue. And Ned, I remember you mentioned this particularly, that there's an infrastructure concern here. And so my question to both of you is what kinds of infrastructure would need to be in place to make food waste streams economically viable for commercial product manufacturing?   Ned: That's a great question, and I think I might just take the opportunity to zoom out again to think of this at a high level. There's lots of different particular infrastructures for the technology we talked about, but if we think about it in terms of domains, I would say we need the physical infrastructure. And by that I mean composting facilities, anaerobic digestion, even labs to think about some of these emerging technologies, opportunities for extraction and upcycling, et cetera. But we also really need that informational infrastructure that Tom was talking about at the beginning of the hour here. We just don't have a great picture of where the waste is, and what the waste is, and how much, and when. And all of that information is going to really allow us to have better opportunities to come up with viable decisions about what to do with this material. So that's part of the focus of the project Tom and I are working on, is not just looking at the technologies, but thinking about how we can improve access to information and the information we need to really open up opportunities for others. Because there might be great ideas out there, but people might not be able to estimate how much they can scale that idea. How much tomato pomace is there if I have a solution for tomato pomace? And when is it available? How far would I have to travel to go get that material, and at what cost? We just don't have that information. So I think really coming up with a database that starts to track this information would be incredibly helpful. We still suffer from the out of sight out of mind when we think about waste. You know, we think about the primary products, and we're very good at measuring those things. But as soon as we don't see value in a material, we don't tend to track it. So that's a place I think we need just as much investment in thinking, is that informational infrastructure as well as the physical infrastructure.   Thomas: I would add a couple of thoughts, and Ned had touched on these earlier. One is just thinking about the scale of some of these systems. Traditionally, as engineers, we always learned about scale up. Everything has to be bigger. If you want to get your unit cost down, it's got to be bigger, bigger, bigger all the time. However, we're now looking at a scenario where maybe things at, say, a community scale make more sense for a variety of reasons. One is, at a community scale, the people that actually generate the waste can benefit from its valorization. Let's say for example, we can develop anaerobic digestion systems that are suitable for, say, a neighborhood of 25 or 50 homes, or a large apartment complex. Now the residents who are generating food waste that can be converted into methane can now actually benefit from that material, maybe offset their own energy usage. The other advantage of doing things at smaller scale is you can more reasonably valorize multiple co-products. For the biochar example I mentioned earlier, that's a pyrolysis system that makes the biochar, and that operates at high temperature. Well, that's an exothermic reaction. So if we were making biochar at a community scale, you could also use that waste heat to heat the homes. So if we can start looking at community scale deployments that can valorize multiple co-products, I think we can move a lot of these technologies forward and also eliminate some of those transportation impacts that are really running counter to some of the benefits. If we're transporting food waste a hundred miles, we're generating a lot of greenhouse gases to do that, and we're eliminating some of the benefits that we're trying to realize in the first place. The other infrastructure need that I did mention early on, we need to figure out the logistics. The technologies that are out there for converting food waste into useful products, they're generally pretty well known, been done for hundreds of years. The real challenge is how do we collect, and pre-process, and move around all of this food waste that, again, at the household scale, is generated in fairly small quantities, but at many, many, many individual locations. So how do we develop the systems to economically and sustainably collect that material and make it available for upcycling and to value added products?   Norbert: Thank you, Tom. It sounds like what you're suggesting is this idea of having to rethink the way our food system works, both in terms of how we've thought about waste, but also thinking about waste as something local, which is an interesting idea that I think coincides with people's interests in local foods, that there are ways of capturing the cost of that, but also capturing the benefits. And Ned, I really appreciate your comment about not only just physical infrastructure, but information. Creating new databases, new ways of sharing what is actually being developed in terms of food waste, and making sure that that's available to the people who can actually use that.   Bio   Thomas Trabold teaches courses in the fundamentals of sustainability science, sustainable energy systems, sustainable mobility systems, and green chemistry. His primary research focus is in the development of alternative energy technologies including fuel cells, bio-fuels, and waste-to-energy processes. In 2014 and 2015 he was nominated for the Richard and Virginia Eisenhart Provost's Award for Excellence in Teaching, and in 2007 he earned the General Motors McCuen Award for “Neutron Imaging Facility and Methods for Fuel Cell Water Visualization.” His students say he has a system-level perspective informed by fundamental understanding and experiential knowledge. When Dr. Trabold isn't in the lab or classroom, he enjoys soccer, basketball, trail hiking, biking, and gardening.   Ned Spang's research focuses on characterizing and optimizing the efficiency of linked water, energy, and food resource systems. He is particularly interested in applying methods for measuring and monitoring these systems and their interrelationships in high-resolution and across multiple scales, both geographic and temporal. He further seeks to understand the influence of external markets, technological innovation, and policies on this integrated food-water-energy nexus. His recent publications explore the linked relationship between water and energy resource systems, the drivers and environmental impacts of on-farm food losses, and an in-depth review of the academic literature on food loss and waste. 

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Warum ein alter Trick zur neue Mode wird Carbonic Maceration, Lactic, Anerobic, Thermal oder Kombucha Fermentation, Koji Kaffee und noch so viele mehr. In der Welt der Kaffeenerds sprießen seit einiger Zeit immer neue Arten der Kaffee Fermentation, wie Pilze aus dem Boden. Inzwischen ist die Vielfalt so groß, dass selbst in den hoch gebildeten und erfahrenen Kaffee Kreisen die Verwirrung wächst.   Es eröffnet sich ein weiterer vielfältiger Bereich im Thema Kaffee, dem wir gemeinsam hier mal etwas entmystifizieren und für uns grob aufräumen. Alles für ein bisschen mehr Übersicht und Klarheit in diesem ziemlich spannenden und gerade sehr dynamischen Themenkomplex.   Heute soll es vor allem darum gehen ein paar generelle Dinge zu verstehen:   Warum wird Kaffee fermentiert Rolle der Kaffee Fermentation früher Rolle der Kaffee Fermentation heute Funky Fermentations Ein Grund für all das?   Die Besonderheiten der einzelnen Fermentationen kommen bei Gelegenheit in einer eigenen Folge.   Viel Spaß beim Hören!   Wenn dir gefällt was ich mache: steadyhq.com/einfachmalkaffee Shop: einfachmalkaffee.com/shop Web: einfachmalkaffee.com Instagram: @einfachmalkaffee Facebook: einfach mal Kaffee YouTube: einfach mal Kaffee Mail: horst@einfachmalkaffee.com Datenschutz und Impressum   Die Links aus der Folge findest du hier: einfach mal Kaffee Blog: einfachmalkaffee.com/kaffee-podcast/

We talk to Matt about what it looks like for a Coach heading into the Games. How he breaks down each athletes, observes and develops a relationship to know what volume and load is right for the athlete in each case. We also discuss the difference in coaching teens in comparison to an experienced athlete. Matt walks us through the regimented day at Brute that is used to ensure the days are the same when the athlete is in competition.

Aerobic, Anerobic... adenosine diphosphate phosphocreatin or ATP-PC.These are greek and latin words. They are also all different energy systems that we use in endurance sports (and life).I've been in the endurance sport game for 25 years now and it wasn't until the last few years that I started to get a better understanding of energy systems.In this episode we'll explain (in simple metaphors and analogies) exactly what they are, when they are used and how you can use them to train and race your best.Listen on to find out more on this episode of trees and dlake.What You Will LearnThe importance of aerobic base buildingWhat ATP actually isHow to utilise anaerobic training to help you at the end of racesWhat energy systems are used when you train at Vo2 max and thresholdAnd a bunch more!Episode QuestionYou can only choose one; Would you rather be healthy or fit?LinksLactate threshold/tempo run training: the correct pace/intensity - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0j3XWp5fjx0How to find your running speec at lactate threshold - https://www.runnersworld.com/advanced/a20783551/finding-your-running-speed-at-lactate-threshold/#:~:text=Your lactate threshold is the,- and high-intensity work.Lactate Threshold explained in 6 mins - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63vdzBw-tqIDLake/Daren Instagram - instagram.com/dlakecreates - Mike Trees - https://www.instagram.com/p/CRDu-jzMZ6O/Podcast Concept, Production and Marketing BY POD PASTEOriginal Music Used HereFull Transcript HERE See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

It is important to understand that there are different forms of cardio and you should make sure you are practicing both aerobic and anerobic cardio.  Aerobic-taking in oxygen, so think more like steady state cardio.  Going for a walk, easy jog, low intensity workouts where you are able to talk during the workout.Anerobic-is without oxygen, so think sprinting, HIIT workouts.  These are higher intensity workouts where the heart rate gets up and it becomes difficult to talk during the workout.  You want to make sure you are practicing both of these styles of workouts to ensure you are working the heart effectively but don't do too much/or too long of the anerobic or your body could go into a heightened state.  (I highly recommend you take a look at our 30 days of hormone health program to ensure you are working out at the right intensity through your cycle to help with hormone health).Join our Form Fit Mom Community over on FB:Form Fit Mom | Facebook

Dr. Lopez discusses the gram positive rods/bacilli which are perhaps lesser well known to the clinician but have important clinical relevance nonetheless. He first discusses the classification system for these bacteria. He then descibes coryneform bacteria other than C. diphtheriae, such as C. jeikeium, which can cause both community-acquired and nosocomial infections. Next, Dr. Lopez discusses Bacilli other than B. anthacis. Erysipelothrix rhusiopathae is an example of this category. Next mentioned are anaerobic non-spore-forming gram-positive rods. Cutibacterium is an example of a pathogen producing infections associated with pustular skin eruptions and infections of implanted hardware. Anerobic spore-forming rods such as Clostridium are a major cause of human infections, including gas gangrene, C difficile, and others. In the end, the listener can easily be convinced that the spectrum of gram positive organisms are equally as diverse as the better known group of gram negative bacteria.

The inagural episode introducing Brandon Walker and Sara Holleyhead. Welcome to the show! This week Brandon and Sara tackle the tricky subject of Aerobic vs. Anerobic exercise and break it down for ya!

Designing a system of mining to suit the split seams in the Northumberland coal field. Analysing the small detail reveals how it was formed.

Transcript -- Designing a system of mining to suit the split seams in the Northumberland coal field. Analysing the small detail reveals how it was formed.

Transcript -- Designing a system of mining to suit the split seams in the Northumberland coal field. Analysing the small detail reveals how it was formed.

Designing a system of mining to suit the split seams in the Northumberland coal field. Analysing the small detail reveals how it was formed.