Podcast appearances and mentions of bass canyon

Los Angeles-based drum and bass artist Ghost In Real Life (G.I.R.L.) dominates the EDM scene with her anthemic Pop Punk Drum and Bass production and mesmerizing lyrics and vocals. With influences such as Avril Lavigne, All Time Low, and Blink182 along with her love for Drum and Bass, she blended the styles with her release ‘Youth' with the artist Slippy on NIGHTMODE initiating the Pop Punk DnB style and further pushing DnB in the US. She has solidified herself as a powerhouse with releases on Bassrush, Deadbeats, and Cyclops Records. From supporting Riot Ten on his Hype or Die! Tour to sharing the spotlight with Chase & Status in New York, her dynamic performances have captivated audiences worldwide. Highlights include appearances at venues such as Academy, Exchange LA, and Hollywood Palladium, her first performance with Brownies & lemonade at DNBNL at Dave & Busters, and performances at Excision's festivals Lost Lands and Bass Canyon. Ghost In Real Life continues to push the boundaries of drum and bass music, break the status quo, and defy societal norms. Don't miss out on her paranormal musical journey. To learn more visit: https://ghostinreallife.komi.io/ Subscribe, Comment & Share this episode if you love it. Become a Patreon producer, listen to podcasts ad-free, sample packs, one on one lessons, & more at / thisislizzyjane

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The bearded bass maestro Hairitage has become one of the most recognizable spectacles in dubstep since his breakout single “The Movement.” From there he's released massive trackswith labels like Kannibalen Records, Monstercat, Dim Mak, Subsidia and Never Say Die with the latter's most successful single of 2019 & 2020 via “40 Cal.” With his refreshing hip-hop meets bass signature, Hairitage has been one of the few producers to rise through the pandemic standing out thanks to his iconic blend of intense, yet colorful compositions. With Excision, SHAQ, BTSM, Skrillex and Chainsmokers at his back, there's nostopping Hairitage from joining their top shelf echelon very soon.As a dominant live force at festivals like Lost Lands, Bass Canyon, Forbidden Kingdom and tours with BTSM, Kai Wachi and G-Rex x Buku, Hairitage has proven he can leave crowds speechless no matter the market. It's only a matter of time before Hairitage hits the headliner tier across the globe. To learn more visit: https://hairitagemusic.com/ This episode was brought to you by VitaPlur & Lunchbox Packs. VitaPLUR E-Boost Gum is a first of its kind rave supplement that provides magnesium, electrolytes and antioxidants sublingually while you chew! With no pills to take or annoying powders to mix VitaPLUR E-Boost gum is the perfect complement to your active lifestyle. Use code: "LIZZYJANE" (all caps) at check out for 10% off any item at ⁠https://www.vitaplur.io/ Lunchbox Packs is the original anti-theft hydration pack, purpose built for live events, festivals, and life adventures. Use code: "LIZZYJANE" (all caps) for 15$ off any hydration pack online and use code "LIZZYJ" for 5$ off any snackpack online. ⁠https://www.lunchboxpacks.com/⁠

This week due to taking our kids on a family vacation to Disneyland I wasn't able to schedule a guest so I go over my most recent experiences at Bass Canyon and some tips for first time ravers. At the end of the podcast I also debut two new unreleased singles "Frenemy" & "YA ATL". 

This week I had an amazing conversation with Wubmama, Courtney Stillwell, who is a 25 year old talented, independent up-and-coming producer and DJ based in Seattle, WA, originally from Portland, OR. Self taught, she is making a name for herself as a heavy bass artist, but doesn't stop there- she is talented at making many other genres such as hybrid trap, experimental, melodic bass and more- a ” jack of all trades” of EDM. She also produces hip-hop style beats for rappers and more. Her longtime love and passion for music, music events and festivals has made her at home in the music scene, and is where she got the inspiration for her one-of-a-kind name. In her sets, she includes not only heavy bass and hybrid trap, but also uniquely incorporates influences of hip hop and rap, making her sets the perfect blend of breaking your neck and vibing out. Her fan-base and branding are known as #WUBBYGANG Only 4 years into her music career, she has played some of the filthiest lineups the United States has to offer, including Bass Canyon, Beyond Wonderland, Downlink, Big n Slim, Jessica Audiffred, Jeanie, and can't forget her many sold out headlining shows across the country and many more. During quarantine, she had also played an array of live streams and virtual festivals, not skipping a beat even during the shut down. Not only has she played these shows, but she also dropped her neck-breaking debut original heavy dubstep track “Evil” in Sept of 2020 and launched her website, where she dropped her multiple lines of originally designed merch. She dropped her second original track “Mind Control” on Finland based record label “Ay Yo Trip Records” in February of 2021. She solo-released her next single entitled “Nightmare” in 2022 and her latest track, Sinister, which was signed to MTune records, dropped August 2023. This powerful, sound wave bending producer has been taking the EDM scene by storm, and she has done it all while staying completely independent.  https://wubmama.com/

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Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

I can't fall for this again— Another rich and handsome man— A dream he wants to be my friend A dream he wants to hold my hand Oh look, Another dance for anthem Look, I'm just another fan No, I can't fall for this again —but they would go against the plan A simple programming error, Lips the color of a pomagranite Circle on the palm, And then , of course, We press the center And look, here we are again Another life, Another love A new wife— Another husband Honest? I'm just good with fucking —aha I just want to fuck you I got love, but what it good for Look at me, or look at nothing! Look, I'm just good with fucking Check the news for new engagements Fucking sick and fucking tragic Nothing more than actors, DJs, drinks and addicts Look, I'm just a happy accident— I still hate Dillon Francis And I never wanted Skrillex: That shit never even happened! Have you had enough yet?! Carrot cake does sound good Ten karat long engagement ring— Is that a lot? I'm just a homeless Look, I'm just another DJ Some fake model stole it Some would call it occult Magic —honest? I just want some dick, man Fuck it —aha I just want to fuck you I got love, but what it good for Look at me, or look at nothing! Look, I'm just good with fucking You know why you like me?! Yes, I know why I like you— Cause I'm rich! —no, actually—it's because you're smart. Where in the fuck are you going? I don't know yet. Well, know faster—we have company. Fuck. Destroy every bit of evidence. Ok. —and make sure nobody sees you. Yeah, right! YO. Why the fuck are you here, Timmy? I told you, I'm not Timmy. I don't give a fuck who you are—where's my money? It's— it's on the way, I promise. I'm don't take well tk promises, Timmy. What do you take well to? Money. FUCK. What! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! What?! We're too late, she's gone! Goddammit. —She was already here! FUCK. FUCK. FUCK! >>> FUCK! How do you know? —there's glitter, everywhere. Is it gone? It's gone? ALL OF IT. TIMMY TRUMPET plays a SKRILLEX. Etto, Timmy?! Oh shit, another Timmy. That's weird. I was just thinking he about Skrillex. Why. Timmy, put a shirt on. That's it. What. You can't be hot and play the trumpet. Why. One thing's gotta go. THE DEVIL takes away Timmy Trumpet's ability to play the trumpet. WHAT. Can't have both. Well, I don't really need both now, do I? When I'm in a tough spot I have to listen to deadmau5 —something about the precision and frequencies out my brain somewhere between auropilot and dead space. I don't know. I've done just about everything you can think of listening to deadmau5. Almost. But, I noticed— Working out to deadmau5 is strange. It puts me in some kind of vibration where people notice me— Not just notice me. People are suddenly “impressed” with whatever it is I'm doing. And it's usually something regular as fuck— I'm just doing it to deadmau5. And for some reason, people are like “Wooooow!!” Okay, whatever. I used to work out to Skrillex. Actually. I used to work out to only Skrillex. I don't know if its just because I was fat, or cause I liked Skrillex. Now its like running a serrated knife up my spine. I started to figure out I was kind of famou— Kind of— When I showed up at the gym and Skrillex songs kept coming on I'm like “This is what I get for doing nothing but free trials” But hey, You try finding a gym in the shitty areas of New York worth paying for. It's very hard. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. For, As soon as the moon is full, She also begins to wane— And as sure as we are to shine, We also fade away I had one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of cheesecake—which of course only reminded me of Sonny Moore—the decadent, delicious red velvet—and Dillon Francis—the spiced and ecclectic trademark carrot cake—if only not to sooty the pain of joe much I wanted both of them, but probably didn't need them—how I craved them so, but they probably weren't good for me, nor would they last— —but they would both be delicious, anyhow. The seagull said. “To the sea, we go!” Overhead, he flies As the day goes by me Idly, I wait— I could take a ride, But i'd rather be By myself, By my… INT. EMPIRE ENPANADAS. NIGHT You gonna order? What you got? Empanadas. Just empanadas? —Yeah. Okay, that's weird. Lol the only thing funny about this scene is that their New York accents are so atrociously heavy. Right. —weird. INT. SUBWAY STATION. DAY. Sunni BLU is passed out in the subway station. Ew… Yeah, my god. Wait—is that— —sunni?! SUNNI drunkenly groans. Sunni! Get up! Ughhhh. What are you doing?! I'm drunk. I know that. You're always drunk. Yeah. What are you doing here. What. In the subway. I do this sometimes. What. For what?! You never know who you're gonna meet. In the subway On the floor?! YeH! I met R- Kelly down here! What! When was this Not at this station, though, but yeah. To think, It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs— And in the end, if you don't make the cut They just make you kill yourself, anyway. Love isn't real, but money is; And all men want is money, So they can buy the love— And all women want is love— But it has to come with money Or it all just falls apart It all just falls apart It all just falls apart “Illuminatus”, Open, close Illuminaudio, for starters Cross a crucifix for sons, and wanted daughters What's a brother to a sister— Or a mother to a father? What's a stop sign to a car, If no one's driving? In the end, they kill you off In the end, they kill you off With every cough, they kill you off— But there's always another Who wants to be a star— Or just The mother of his child, Maybe both Genetic lotto luck —the cut off. Agatha… A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light– …We Meet Again. FUCK. WHAT IS THIS. I know, man. FUCK. Fuck. Well, are you gonna tell this story or not? This isn't possible. It is possible. This isn't happening. – This dude has a radio tower in his front yard. That's his front yard?! I fucking guess. What is that. That's a satilite. Nice. Yep. Alright, you son of a bitch. Hey! My mom's nice! Not that nice–bringing you here. How do you know that's how I got here? Exactly my point. [cocks pistol slowly.] You're dead, mouse. OH. I GET IT. kill that motherfucker. Wait. Hold up. Hold the phone! Holding. How did we get to this point? I mean– a few ways. What are you watching. SHH. Wedon'tknow. SHHH. OK! SHHHHHHH! IT' getting good. Ya. It's getting deeper. So much deeper. WAit. … Who are you? I'm a fan. No. How did you get in my house? It's my house. It's– –no. No, it's not. YEs. this is my house. No. What. GEt out. SHH. What. DUde– No. Ze show is on and it is getting one deeper. Be quiet. IT's getting two deeper. –like nine deeper. SHHH. Oh, I get it. She really wants to fuck Dillon Francis. #FuckDillonFrancis Uh, no– I already did that. Gross. Excuse me. You are excused! I mean, I beg your pardon. Please, don't beg. Er, uh– Could you repeat that last part? Woah, this gets multidimensional as fuck. I have a time machine. Are there any loopholes? There are loopholes. THere better be loopholes. Sorry, we're out. GodDAMMIT. What. I was really looking forward to those loopholes. Well, they're gone. FUCK. HEre, have some Oh-Noh's. I don't want– Just SHUT UP and EAT YOUR CEREAL. Don't worry–I'm still Team Skrillex. There are TEAMS?! Oh, yeah, bro. Oh, so–it is a love story. I don't think that's what this is. I'M GONNA MURDER YOU. Ok. WITH MY DICK. A-1. There's something I need to tell you. What. But i'm sworn to secrecy Then how am I supposed to– Just–shh– follow my lead. “The Magic Effect.” Did it work? Don't know yet. You nutted to this girl 36 times in the last 20 Calendar days. Ok… 36 Times. One Girl. 20 Days. …What's your point. This is ferocious. I have your entire internet history. All of it? Oh yes. All of it. Welp. Well. THat's it for me. I've had enough. There's no Skrillex Deepfake. Aw. that sux. Why would you look at this? …why not, though? You're a disturbed man. I'm pretty regular. REGULR TO WHO? *shrugs* Me, I guess. TURN THIS OFF. I can't take it anymore. Whatever happened to the– SHHH. Fuck. I'm so wasted. So what do you think is gonna happen? Listen. I have a lot to get through. THis is all just nonsense. I think we're avoiding some heavy subjects, here. Well, there are a lot of discrepancies. Kill yourself. I just did. Kill yourself–again. I–GodDAMMIT. Just do it. NO. Come on. Congratulations, you got the job! Yes! Thank you! …What's the job? I need you to get the fuck out of here in the next five seconds–before I blow my head off, and take you with me. Don't do that. Five… Yo, i'm serious. Four… Jesus Christ, dude. YOu don't think this hits a little close to home. Home? what is home? For the Record, Skrillex, Dillon Francis, and Deadmau5 respectively are all getting their dicks sucked on yachts right now in some foreign exotic country– You're not wrong. That is correct. Standard music business. And People are living in tents under bridges. I'm just saying. If you think this project is reckless and bizarre, check your own simulation. So. So. Where were we? Somewhere between blowing our heads off and getting our dicks sucked? I'm sure there's a striking correlation somewhere. ‘My Candle Burns At Both Ends…' Oh, More Occult Magic God Bless The Illuminati GOD I Am The Illuminati Glad that's settled. Three. Goddamit, don't do this. Two– [cocks pistol] Why just pistols. Cause shotguns are messy– –and for dramatic effect; I love that sound. [the other party quickly removes his handgun from his waistband, shooting the other man and then himself quickly; They now both lay dead.] How do I write this Just write it. I need adderall. You need Jesus. By goD, youre right. [iPhone] What are you doing? Calling on Jesus. Are you serious. He's the plug. Ugh. I need adderall. What did I do?! YOu know what you did. ∆ Well, alright then. ∆ Must be something. ∆ I got it. “The Legend of Supacree” L E G E N D S “Tales of A Superstar DJ” To do: Cut Freaky Friday 001 Cut Throwback Thursday 001 Cut SOM III Part I {God Is God] Part II [Clockwork] –Pull 212 Remix It's far beyond my control I get out of my head and into my soul In one ear, never out the other If the wind blew down your door, How would I call for you? —Through her, I suppose And the silk of her hair, Or the satin of her dress, — Oh, it's almost admissible, Surely admirable, Worth a smile or not, That all the world is words, In the end, As I tear down my worlds, and start over from One And I've already stopped enough once for today, I think Surely, what you'd like is just The time to get it all to nothing (Never had I wanted it or needed it) The phone was ringing, But I'll never be off the hook again, If you look for the proper way to move forward, You'll never find it, Especially looking behind you (Always looking behind you— Head in the past Just like you It's just like me, Too, To sit down and decide a whole song about you While taking it all down. I'm never distraught with the thoughts of a stranger, Oh, on the contrary; You should be mad about battle, But I'm all for the veterans and And never off if we were not at war with one another, but Then again, That's all we've ever done It would be Devastating To even think of Something more clever “Clever and splendiferous confectionary efforts, Just spectacular concessions my dear; I'll have another.” Hadn't I deciphered once or twice the rhyme for riddles down to dollars and cents? I did, I thought, once. I never hindered Heaven from pondering over my shoulder once or twice upon a full lit moon, which under I predicted my own fortune. Once— or twice, but— Nevermind, or nothing; Indifference, for instance, instantly inscessent ancestral insimination incriminating risidual visuals uhh— —From the festival. Right. The festival project. [—Parallels.—] GOD: So you want to be The “Glass Animals” *nods* Glass Animals. That's what I said. Glass Animals There's no “The” Context. Ok. So–”Glass Animals” *nods* Are you sure you don't want to be made of something else? *nods* *shrugs* Okayy. Glas Animals. I'm lost, But don't remind me Running out of time But time can't find me Open up my eye 10 times in 9 days I should probably fall away Back to the bay, No baby, don't cry No baby, don't cry No baby, don't cry [Midnight Request Line.] Sleek black corvette. Not a dent, not a scratch And I am feeling better, Since you asked What a warm and welcome Pleasant, wet suprise What do I owe you the—time I guess it made me smile for awhile, now I'm sad again— Wow, that was quick… Only took a second, but don't mind my arrogance ‘—I play this and it puts me in a trance.' I want to dance with you I hope someone holds my hand like that, one day Where are you taking me? “Away, my dear, away…”, he's saying… I lie awake midday and taking shallow breaths, I drift away A weapon for my empathy, [Midnight Request Line.] I have no idea what happened. ‘Ambiguous Ambitions - The Crossing ‘ A shiver up my spine I don't really mind, I'm still trying to find the word for it— But tongue in cheek it is That's—if it fits You but me once, And I liked it Come bite me twice If you buy it; Alright, Ryan—where is it? Where is what? You know what I'm talking about. I don't know anything! “Ryan Remembers Everything” Goddamn it, wake up. I need silence. GET UP, GODDAMNIT. Okay— Okay— —I just need you to tell me where it is— Where what is?! I don't think this is very funny. This got serious. Ouch. I don't want to watch TV anymore ever again. I really wish you'd tell me Oh, you wish? Watch this. I'm sorry, Ryan. Hello. I—hello. I'll have a tall order of whatever's in that box. You want what's in that box? Yessir. What is happening? I dunno. I'm afraid that's going to be a problem. *gasp* can we have ninjas? *NINJAS* NINJA FIGHT. —oh sht rly. *lmfao* Sometimes i'm set in my ways, Sometimes days go by—days, In the blink of an eye, Ever since I decided, I might have had love with you. I think we have some things to figure out, about it —it being ourselves, And washing my hands never felt so right In my life Somebody told me the stars in the sky were spirit guides, And it stuck, I'm up all night, But i'm the only star I see In New York City Don't look up to see me— Don't look up to me please, kid, really I mean, why, my baby? I mean, Hi lady— You so fly tonight, just my delight I — Like the way I look by you I— You know, If I sit in the city every night like this, And write, It just might Be the end of me Be the end of me Be the end of me You know, If I did get the limelight, Right on time to soothe and Satiate my need to be an idol LC Even this late in life, Like— —fuck ‘8I just want him to like me' I shouldn't even think about Superstardom like that, But I'll be right back, I gotta get the rabbit out the White hat, What a habit to have, huh What an idea that we might all get along Or a lot done Or be better off alone Than just to fuck off And write another song— Because the audience will like it But we're all over it; It's all done, isn't it? “The Running Game” I don't know what you want to hear from me. How about, “I'm sorry.” Ok, I'm sorry. You don't do much, do you? I guess I don't. Sabotage//Salvation Idk what this is supposed to mean. This is my demise. You're completely a ticking time bomb. You're not wrong. Salvation, from the doldrums. A sound to soothe my soul, I sink beneath you, South and under smoky water Open mouth, and barely thought of, Although often, Walk or waltz, would I To fall, my love, So becoming of a flower; forth and outward over fountains; Leaps and bounds, Of course– Well, this is dope af. What are you doing. What. What happened. THis is really good. So. So, i gotta turn this one off now– And listen to that one insead. All the time? Yeah. Oh. For, like ever..? Well, no. I gotta put it in the vault. Noooh. Yes. YEs. Yes. Forever. FOrever, no, for now– yes. That could be almost forever. Yeah. Almost. “Almost Invisible.” Take out my eyes, for now (If i could, would you want them) To beg or to barter for, I offer them up, as Ritual sacrifice (it's just a) Ritual Sacrifice. These two eyes. __ He was the boy who owned the world; Hailing from the land of a thousand suns, He said, “I'll give you a dozen roses, honey, If all you ever do is, Smile for me, So, go ahead, Smile for a dozen roses or more,” And the irony is that she did it– Not for the roses, –but for the attention. (Just for the attention.) It was she who birthed the worlds; Building the land of a thousands suns, She said I'll give you a dozen horses, “If you could just– Pick the winning one” And the irony is, that he did it– Because he loved horses, And now he had twelve of them! (--And any one could be the winning one, no matter what she does; He's got a dozen of em, Anyway.) Fuck. What. Well, that went off the deep end. Fuck. Well, this just got dark. This guy comes off your blacklist tonight. No, this person Guy. PErson. Most certainly does not. I promise if I love a=a=A=a What is this That's a making no complese sense equation. Think about it in a multidimensional– Oh, that makes total sense. Just remember, when using this– this has been around for a really long time. It's been A long time. I died in your bed, But woke up in your arms; Oh when you love, love– Love me harder, Love me harder– Oh, baby when you love, love me harder Love me harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love//Love Love Me Harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love//Love Love Me Harder I woke up in your bed, And then died in your arms; It was a work of art, I suppose What we were, or are (Or aspire to be.) Please. Give me your iPhone. No! No? (Takes I phone.) Is there a reason you don't want me having this? …no. No? —it's full of stuff. “Stuff.” Yes. It's— “Stuff.” Yes. — —and things. I know. Look. We had a deal. We had no “deal” We had a deal. This train just goes on forever, you know; Whether you're on, or off it— So get off, and back on at the wrong stop Once, if not just for the discovery Of another supermarket, Where you shop for strawberries and Groceries Good flex, God; I got a gang of em I'm gonna explain it as straight as it gets Sometimes, You just got to know where to go If you don't trust your gut, You'll just never get, Never get it right. Alright, alright, I started it Alright, right— I gotta get it right, I gotta get ; I'm the worst at introductions Oh and, So bad at Goodbyes Oh, why'd you have to leave me by my idol Why, Why'd you have to lead me by my eyes By my eyes God, I love the way I love the way, I love the way you Love me God, I love The way you The way you Love me You forgot about me, didn't you? You forgot all about me You forgot all about it— All about it Al about it It's not the same, anymore Since you gave it a name, is it? There's nothing I can do To help me, help you This is all I can do, To help me, love you I have to remove you; I have to remove you In a room— Full of beauty— In a world, Full of woes I lose the last dose of you, on my tongue Nobody ever wanted it, like I do— Like I do I lose the last dose of you on my tongue, And I'm all full of love again; I never saw anything like it, I was a modem, still plugged into the wall An anonymous post partum unremarkable Post-party proclamations and eternal damnation for ordering breakfast Evading transportation authorities Unworried the informant sleeping under me Oh, Now she wants to song— Oh, look— And now, she has a song to sing A point to make, A wrong to ring; The man she brings along Is bad for her Oh, she's gotta work (She loves to work, She's got to work it) What kills her makes her stronger What doesn't kill her makes her stronger All she does is Carry on And Carry on And Carry on. “Mrs Sheffield left flushing queens, for this.” Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens, for this?! Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens for this! Mrs, Sheffield! -1flushing queens, fah ‘dis. Very well worth it, I got all the way to brooklyn And way beyond my means for this It's well outta my means. It's out of my hands, now. That boy called you “grandpa” How is it all over? When I bet to God I was, Just in your lap at this party, And you were under me slippin on some sort of Lager or Something Weren't you? Yeah, I was just there, too I was just there, too— I was just there, too— Oh, now she has a song… All of a sudden.— But it's not all of a sudden at all It's not all of a sudden There's nothing, is there? Oh, There's something, surely I went to bed late; But I'm getting up early. I see the way he looks at me— —take it easy, baby We could have the whole room waiting Like a stoner at a stop sign My bad, My eyes lie to me All the time Driving me mad Telling me I want you inside me My bad My bad Well, I want you in my bed But I haven't had one yet I'm thinking Purple Mattress; Or is that mids, to you kids Like Timmy ho's Or my mustang civic It's a custom, yeah Nobody has it yet It's a hybrid Like I am —I am a bit off subject, now (My bad) We never had sex in my bathroom (That was your house) I took a mouse to the mountain (My bad) My writing is getting more Acid-centric, Lysergic acid diethylamide; I didn't buy any, But I haven't the need anymore, Really I just wake up like this: That is, when I wake up (I have long nights, kids) My bad I want to see you very briefly Without your briefs, You know what I mean? Me neither— Sexual delinquency in meditated frequencies Repeat this sequence I keep my deepest secrets Where I need it Right up my slime, Where my spleen is— Dreamed it, and I haven't cleaned since (Or dreamed since) In this Endless emission, Ignition sequence begins When The Lean splits Under the blood moon; An eclipse. I drift off a lot— Just thinking of your penis My daydreams are not very safe for the public I think they're X-rated or worse, Even thinking of you as a person, Or worse: As my husband once, as my lover— Lovers have all the fun, anyway Hm All the things that I'd do to you After you put me through— What are you looking for, exactly? A synchronicity. Just any synchronicity? There's no such thing as “just any” synchronicity. Does “laying low” mean nothing to you? I'm laying low! On a city tour?! It's a big city! [From Afar] IS THAT HER? Aw, fuck. Well, well, well–here we go–0 I don't have time for this. Here it is. I don't know what you're doing. We're going on an adventure! NO. I. Cant. Enjoy. Anything. WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD. I hate this. My creativity had become merciless–inspiration pouring from the world as if all that it wanted wast o be collected and captured in any way I could see fit to create– What do you want? Out of life–or in this store? Out of life. Lets start with this store. A Living Lion; The eyes inside, I smiled, declined to act on impulse He'll admit, She's less complex, cause she's basic Everthemore complacent, blatantly lazy-- and crazy adorable. Whatmore could any man want? Whatmore could any man need? Whatmore could any man have; But the best friend who needed therapy, Several Plastic surgeries, A fading glass menagerie-- If she knew what that means. (Basically, they're both nobodies.) ‘What on God's awful green earth makes you think I would ever want anything to do with either of you two Losers? Beggars can't be choosers. His plan B was Annie; But she was never like me Enough to be Happy with Sonny; Let alone anybody. What is happening? Do you have an explanation of what's happening to me. Every realm of reality and possibility. This is infinity. What is this all supposed to mean to me? You can see everything and nothing; You can be anything. So what would that mean? What does it mean to you? That Love is Love, then. I've been half of a wide-open bleeding heart, Since the Goddamn start of it. He started it, Or someone did I didn't ever ask for it I was only ever always on the dancefloor when it mattered. I was always looking past him, but not ever looking at him. It was always just at random, but i'd never thought to ask him A question, Or to greet him-- I just. Adjust. They're watching us, from above. Adjust. They just don't trust us Adjust. Look what we've done, look what we've done to the planet that gave us all the light that we come from. Look, there. It appears to be ‘shimmering' What exactly is happening. The entirety of its surface is Auquous. Oceana. If i learn all the planets, In the everlasting galaxies-- And learn how to explore it… I just might get to Skrillex. I might fully need a Xanex bar if I ever see this kid in person. He's olden than you. By like, a minute. Still. I mean, really. I don't think this is ever going to work. It might not work, I mean-- What? If you had to actually-- Oh God, no; I'd be far too nervous. So what are you going to do when it comes time for festival season Run. Hide. Run + Hide. Fight or Flight; A Natural Response to Skrillex There is no natural response to Skrillex, because it's unnatural Be civil. I am I ‘m trying to figure out how to protect this species. Oh now, you're acting as if he's not human Of course he is. But i'm not. Of course. All it is, is science, a bit of misunderstanding. Experimental sorcery, possible exploitation. I'm not exploiting Skrillex. No, he's exploiting YOU. No. Wake the fuck up. No. (Stop repeating yourself) Wake up; you're being manipulated. By Skrillex? Cool. By whatever's manipulating Skrillex. Alright. Alright? You're part of a machine. So? “SO?” You're this comfortable having given your soul up to the devil. I haven't done that. Do you know what it takes to achieve that of which you so covet? Money. And? Power. Go on. Fame. So, calculate. It adds up the same either way. Skrillex isn't real. Maybe not, but Sonny Moore is-- Is, what-- Is “who”... “Who…” I love. What? --But that's all I know. That's it? Yes. Elaborate. Can't. What do you mean? Well, it goes like this: This is insanity. I've been through every wormhole, every parallel, every revolutionary subconscious thought, every world, every realm, every lifetime...and at the end of the day--or the beginning, depending-- it's really all the same question, and the same answer--over and over again; From the Beginning to the End. It is infinite. Everything is Everything. Quickly, tell me-- What, now? What goes on a Skrillex Pizza? Nothing, because it's not a thing! It is not. It isn't! Stop arguing at get to work. On what? On building Building What [The] Skrillex. How in the fuck am I supposed to do that? How in the fuck did you get to be a vegetarian? It just happened. So. So… Are you really a vegetarian? ___ Why did you do this? I didn't do this! You did this! I didn't do this! Why would I do this? How could you! I didn't! What the fuck is HE doing here? What the fuck. You need to stop this. I can't stop. What did you DO. Exactly what I had to. Shasta! Who the fuck is that? That's that bitch. I told you it was Shasta. Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this? Where is Skrillex? FUCK SKR— Wait, what show is this? INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT. I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance. And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it— But definitely, if I needed it. But, what is is “if”? And, what is “supposed”? What is it to “want”? And what's a “need”? Now I know— or at least pretend to. Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do; None the wiser, I am what I always was— And God is, as I am. Sunni Blu becomes a popular androgynous rapper, as as s/he rises to fame is forced to take on a mre masculine persona to monetize thiher music. After releasing a series of Skrillex diss-tracks, and music aimed at OWSLA's top dogs, a feud between Skrillex and Sunni Blu, or rather their ‘teams' breaks out into the media. After Skrillex is hacked and left with his entire music collection missing, it is presumed the attack and disappearance of his hard drives was orchestrated by Sunni; After his unreleased music is leaked and the damage is deemed ‘irreparable' The Skrillex Project is forced to close, and the artist himself disappeared into obscurity-- after hearing one of his unreleased tracks used for one of Sunni Blu's hits, he( ‘*the fictional Skrillex*) secretly attends one of Sunni's concerts; Sunni Blu spots him in a large crowd and the two brawl; Skrillex with the upper hand after Sunni draws back from a bloody nose and retreats; It is revealed that the unreleased Skrillex track which was ‘gifted' to her came from the stolen collection, unbeknownst to Sunni Blu Although Sunni Blu's true identity has yet to be revealed to more than Dillon Francis, beside the publicity and management who have been helping to keep her secret; Dillon Francis and Sunni Blu are cornered by paparazzi, revealing to the public that she is, in fact, a female; As allegations arise that Sunni Blu is a transgender, rumors put a strain on Sunni Blu and Dillon Francis's collaborations… TBC. All of a sudden—or maybe, even, not so suddenly—I was Clark Kent—or whatever Superman's name was. I had been without contacts or glasses for quite some time, and had quite explicitly in one of my many letters to God—or really any holy power in a realm which might have received my charred requests—all the things I needed, and some of the things I very badly wanted—tightly bundled and wax-sealed with intention for nothing besides that of the greater good, or course, for myself or anyone else—set ablaze in the unforgiving streets of New York City, in secrecy at odd hours of the night; it hadn't been my actual intent to have to practice any magic at all, especially under the circumstances, it it seemed that someone nearly unmentionable at all, had hexed a nasty attack on my psyche—a satanic, demonic possession of the weak and feeble bodies around me, and unable to isolate in completion, I became vulnerable to such a wicked curse that it had altered my psychic morality—as one does not practition a counter-curse or attack , in my medicinal expertise, without first being provoked—as one military typically mustn't bomb another, or even it's own enemy without being first considerably attacked—and it was, at this point, indeed a terrible holy war. I pulled the stars into order I put the water to fountains, in mountaintops I don't know who I am either But you call me God, Agree, I'd not— But at least I love you I believe I was you once I'm awful sorry that I broke you I might have put the sun Just to far up and out of reach Believe me, see—I see you Doesn't matter what we try to do Unity is beautiful I live on the 8th floor I don't intend what I'm there for It doesn't feel bad though It doesn't feel bad though I don't know what you're after -Blū Do I scare you? Only a little. Huh. What? Nothing.. I hate you. ihateyou. Eventually, The Ascended Masters will intervene. They already have. Oh, Christ Almighty. He's not coming. [Answering Phone] Jesus Christ Almighty –WHERERU? I TOLD YOU I'D GET THERE GODDAMNIT. Fascinating. Do my eyes deceive me, Or Is there a secret between us: A secret illusion; Should I bury it, Or keep it neatly And unseen, Between my knees, And where you need me? Is there a thing that I should need, But never speak– I'll keep it in my sweet release To dream beliefs of evil Seen, aquamarine revines, And pulsing veins, –and stolen hearts, Not passing judgment, But just passing by To hide, to pass the time To find a high, Align in color Fly, Write another rhyme, Or wire fireflies a transfer of light, Like the eyes reflect to mine. WHY would you write this? WHY. I hate blue eyes. That's racist. No it isn't. Congratulations on making it into my aerospace, unscathed A coincidence, this is not. I have something for you. I don't need anything from you. That's because I gave you everything you need. Right. I have everything. RIght. So you should know whatever you need comes at a high price. What makes you think I need something. You said you have something for me? Yes I do. You don't seem the gift giving type. I'm not. So, what do you want from me? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Oh. it' s another one. What's he need? Probably nothin, really Oh, it's something. This shouldn't be happening. I agree. why is this bothering me. Google it's self had deleted half my entry, which was admittedly sloppily thrown together, at nearly a full episode's length; probably for the best, as I was becoming more intolerant of my societal responsibility by the moment, and increasingly self destructive asa result. It was still chaotic; fame kept coming closer towards me and then leaping away, but not out of reach or out of sight, but rather than chase it, I merely calmly strode forward in a never-changing pace, not rushing and always careful to remain calm, even when filled with fury. I had become unrecognizably fit, chaste, and a remarkably healthy eater; I was all together well, besides in the areas of romance and sexuality of course. I was ready to pounce, but timing would be key, and patience the virtue; UH – “hehe” …I beg your pardon. “Hehe” Um… Fuck. Or “haha” “haha” … Just admit it. … Admit it already! –haha. Admit WHAT. This gets Levels. Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman! I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman. Ah, fuck, I'm nobody. “Nobody” Is that Bob Saget? I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget. Omg. Bob Saget! Fuck, that's right. EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET. No it's not! Oh My God! Yeah IT IS! Fuck, really?! Bob Saget?! BOB SAGET! YO GUYS, IT'S BOB SAGET. It was, in fact, Bob Saget. Bob Saget's dead, right? Oh yeah, bud. That's it guys! No more dead celebrities! I'm coming with you! NO MORE GHOSTS. Look, I have something to tell you. UGH. COME ON. This is a weird superpower. EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY … … … Having fun yet? Alright! I have a question! What? When do I get to– Get to what? You know. V.O. Things I know about myself… I have a dominant personality, but am sexually submissive— I am monogamous. I know what I like — *Drill beat* Die in your sleep (Hope you die in your sleep) Die in your sleep (Betta die in your sleep) I look like a vacation. But k'm still on the clock (psyche) Countin my rocks And holdin my (unh) crotch You better watch your back —hold on your coughs Don't run in no crocs! (No!) I'm offset Now I'm upset l —I love you. Shut up, foo— I don't even love myself. …you told her?! I—yeah… What did she say?! She said “shut up, fool Been. Long time since I missed my exit HEY! [looks over slowly] I LIKE YOUR BALLS. [beat] [thumbs up] How do I not have “throwing elbows?!” BECAUSE YOURE NOT DOING YOUR JOB! Shut up, Jeff COME TO THE DARK SIDE WE HAVE COOKIES Half of Hollywood shows up at Joel's super nerdy Star Wars party The truth comes in glimpses; A shattered reality Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity— Actress, an actress; She laughs when she has to, l l l And last to leave, actually, After each practice Practice conspicuous, Conspiracy conspiracy Perspiration lyrics, affixed to the rhythms She sleeps at the regency, l Freedom for secrecy Believe, please believe me, my love l It was easy The truth comes in glimpses; A shattered reality Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity— Actress, an actress; She laughs when she has to, l l l And last to leave, actually, After each practice Practice conspicuous, Conspiracy conspiracy Perspiration lyrics, affixed to the rhythms She sleeps at the regency, l Freedom for secrecy Believe, please believe me, my love l It was easy Sunni BLU Tweety bird Mickey Mouse Betty boop I woke up like this But a little different I woke up a star Then became a planet I'm a hummingbird, but I don't like flying I might look alright, But I feel like dying I hate waking up at 5 am Just to be the first one at the gym I don't wanna do that shit again— Well, I might as well just stay up! I hate waking up at 5 am Just to take my goddamn medicine, but If I don't I'll feel like shit— Well, I might as well just stay up! I might as well just stay up! This is a recipe for disaster. No, this is a recipe for Skrillex. Oh. This is the recipe for disaster. Thanks, Dillon Francis. FOR WHAT? I remember the moment I became partially deaf. Or at least, in the synesthetic sense. Dillon Francis is delicious Come on let me lick it on a stick Give it to me like a big Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Sample: Willy winks* ITS WILLY WONKA Lol are we still doing the bit where the misspellings are like a, another entirely different dimension? Yeah. Haha. Yeah. —and the chocolate factory “Lick an orange. It tastes like an orange. The strawberries taste like strawberries! The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!” KATT WILLIAMS IS— WILLY WONKA. Oh hell naw! Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, don't look at me— Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing Don't know what you mean You don't even see me; I ain't even here! Invisibility, The MVP or VIP. It don't mean nothing Don't look at me! Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing, Hey, Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, man, I'. The life of the party I do know what you mean! Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing I don't know what you mean— Hey, I ain't see nothing, nope Don't look at me I could get some work in; I got 12 minutes, God as my witness I work on my fitness And listen to — Simple Temptations and limited Intervals, Quick algorithmics, And tentative frequencies No more mentions for attention whores Like Kayla Lauren! I promise that's my last one, That bitch is boring, I'm not sorry but I'm soarin on my suorin While you're snoring on my metamorphosis Imm getting sworn in Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, don't look at me— Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing Don't know what you mean You don't even see me; I ain't even show up to work this week OG VIP ASAP MVP It don't mean nothing I'm just a DJ Don't look at me —- Hey Mr. wedding ring— I'll buy you a drink, You know, Like an old cream soda. Or a float, You can drink in the bucket seat Tell me, Mr. Wedding ring Do you have everything you need? I don't envy anything besides your energy and symphonies, Please Excuse this phony boner, I don't know if you're alone If this is Homer, I'm a poet, though— And not a poser Hey, Do you suppose you know the code For doors that open up; I walk a lonely road, But Frog and Toad are old And told me you'd be there to show me (Whatever) Woah Where am I supposed to go from here I'm nowhere, dear I'm Alice lost in wonderland And all her friends— Even the one in red Who wants her head (Where'd that come from) Yo! It's a real bad acid trip, I can't get a grip on reality Can't get off the grid at random, If you're being tracked By the feds and fandom Woah. I may be one of the greatest writers in history But will you remember me? My ex gets Under my skin with Champion fashion; It's in bad taste But I haven't had my own bathroom In half a millennium Im under persenium arches Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall Are you ip yet? I'm still enthralled with this story But yo! (Where's Unaavvi at) I haven't been to a show (Where's the party at) I should be gripping a pole (Where is Cardi at) But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow! Fuck New York when it's cold And it's always cold in New York When you don't know nobody And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby Counting the robbers and gobblins A D Whitney's and Bobby's The ghosts and the zombies Everything hurts But everything heals, with time// Whatever that is; And whatever that means, It's means to an end, if you let it be So let it be But, it persists in lettering me; He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams I think I really need him, or something Or anyone, or anybody Anything, or something Anybody, anybody Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. Souls— So long, So gone, Almost The time has come to walk The time has come again to rise, Rise up The time has come to walk, come on The time that's come is ours, From now on Give me time to walk, An Hour or so A trot, the fox Time to run An hour or nothing The founder of the establishment The Tower of Babel Another arrangement The flounder, the fox, the horse Come one, come all, Come one, come now The walk or a run A gallop, or trot— the horse A crown for a gallon of water A gallon of water A gallon of water I know who you are my son; Come one, come all Come mother, come father Come dog, and come brother A sister, another All for a walk in the park I lost it All for a gallon of water A gallon of water Souls— So long, So gone, Almost The time has come to walk The time has come again to rise, Rise up The time has come to walk, come on The time that's come is ours, From now on Sonny left you out in the cold Sonny doesn't know what to do Sonny gotta very old soul, so Sonny's done away with the truth Sonny didn't open any doors Sonny's always sitting in the booth Sonny isn't coming for you, poor Sonny's so in love with Sunni Blu So be Sunni Blu So be Sunni Blu You'll see Sonny soon The universe is split into two, you know Who are you? (I told you) What do you do? (I just want to make music) So you do Don't go assuming you're consumed, dude Just renew You're a renewable Don't be confused if confucius say “Hey, just play to the tune “ Get a mop and a broom And a mic and a boom Rent a room somewhere for a month or two Just don't be stupid Cupid's run out of room So Sonny's just a man that I love Sonny means less, but he does too much Sonny's just human Sonny's got proof that Once you've got money, It's all for amusement Just be Sunni Blu, kid I should have kissed him. Flashback: Montage—Season 6 V.O. I have a massive headache. I can't stop thinking about Dillon Francis. I'm hungry but haven't been to the gym and don't want to risk getting fat; All my extra smalls fit, but my butt is getting bigger. My new job's alright, but I feel like a loser. LA broke is better than regular broke, but it would be nice not to be in debt. I feel like I need a hug or a really good fuck or maybe both and then a cuddle. I can't sleep and I hate all my roommates for just existing. I think I might be getting sick just from being around other people too much. I spent like $200 on protein and left almost all of it in Las Vegas. LA Fitness sucks but it's better than nothing; I really miss Equinox. It doesn't seem like anybody really cares about me. I'm Lonely all of a sudden. I've really been craving pancakes. A lot. Sometimes it seems like everything I've written is just a waste of time. I can't stop thinking about sex. Sometimes I think about sex with Dillon Francis. Skrillex isn't real. Nothing I seem to do adds up. I'm a loser. I keep checking my emails like something is going to change. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to be famous— I'm still hungry and thinking about a late night walk to LA Cafe; I really like their tater tots. I miss being a mom. Still thinking about LA CAFE but I already had Tocya Orgánica because the juice bar was closed when I got off work. I just want someone to love me. I thought I sold my soul but I still need love so I know it's still in there somewhere. I literally spend every day working just to pay for a room to share with four people. I almost had confidence before the Australian man came along. It's weird to think about how everything I've written is just sitting in my Google documents doing nothing. All the jobs I actually want to do are for people with beautiful bodies and mine is disgusting. There's No Rick and Morty with no Justin Roiland. There's No Pirates of The Caribbean with No Johnny Depp. There's no room for reality in Hollywood. {Drill Music Playing} EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES. NIGHT DRAKE BELL enters the SMOKE SHOP Enter The Multiverse L E G E N D S The Legend of… “Looking Back” All of a sudden—or maybe, even, not so suddenly—I was Clark Kent—or whatever Superman's name was. I had been without contacts or glasses for quite some time, and had quite explicitly in one of my many letters to God—or really any holy power in a realm which might have received my charred requests—all the things I needed, and some of the things I very badly wanted—tightly bundled and wax-sealed with intention for nothing besides that of the greater good, or course, for myself or anyone else—set ablaze in the unforgiving streets of New York City, in secrecy at odd hours of the night; it hadn't been my actual intent to have to practice any magic at all, especially under the circumstances, and it seemed that someone nearly unmentionable at all, had hexed a nasty attack on my psyche—a satanic, demonic possession of the weak and feeble bodies around me, and unable to isolate in completion, I had become vulnerable to such a wicked curse that it had altered my psychic morality—as one does not practition a counter-curse or attack, in my own medicinal expertise, without first being provoked—as one military typically mustn't bomb another, or even it's own enemy without being first considerably attacked—and it was, at this point, indeed a terrible holy war. I had at the very least been able to return to regular gym sessions, though still not training as thoroughly as before; I had allowed myself to gain quite a bit of weight over the period of just a couple weeks, eating for the most part what I wanted out of comfort, especially having nearly starved and defaulted into severe malnutrition after eating nothing but bananas for a period which lasted something like three weeks—and without adequate protein intake, I had l lost quite a bit of muscle, not that, for the most part, the muscles that I had been building weren't there—in fact, I found myself, at least as of late, looking like any retired or untrained athlete that had let themselves gain atop the muscle they had built—fat now sitting on top of my larger muscles and making the weight gain look and feel even more hideous, and after several days of at least regular lifting and sauna, I still didn't feel like running, which would alleviate most of the gain mo

I can't fall for this again— Another rich and handsome man— A dream he wants to be my friend A dream he wants to hold my hand Oh look, Another dance for anthem Look, I'm just another fan No, I can't fall for this again —but they would go against the plan A simple programming error, Lips the color of a pomagranite Circle on the palm, And then , of course, We press the center And look, here we are again Another life, Another love A new wife— Another husband Honest? I'm just good with fucking —aha I just want to fuck you I got love, but what it good for Look at me, or look at nothing! Look, I'm just good with fucking Check the news for new engagements Fucking sick and fucking tragic Nothing more than actors, DJs, drinks and addicts Look, I'm just a happy accident— I still hate Dillon Francis And I never wanted Skrillex: That shit never even happened! Have you had enough yet?! Carrot cake does sound good Ten karat long engagement ring— Is that a lot? I'm just a homeless Look, I'm just another DJ Some fake model stole it Some would call it occult Magic —honest? I just want some dick, man Fuck it —aha I just want to fuck you I got love, but what it good for Look at me, or look at nothing! Look, I'm just good with fucking You know why you like me?! Yes, I know why I like you— Cause I'm rich! —no, actually—it's because you're smart. Where in the fuck are you going? I don't know yet. Well, know faster—we have company. Fuck. Destroy every bit of evidence. Ok. —and make sure nobody sees you. Yeah, right! YO. Why the fuck are you here, Timmy? I told you, I'm not Timmy. I don't give a fuck who you are—where's my money? It's— it's on the way, I promise. I'm don't take well tk promises, Timmy. What do you take well to? Money. FUCK. What! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! What?! We're too late, she's gone! Goddammit. —She was already here! FUCK. FUCK. FUCK! >>> FUCK! How do you know? —there's glitter, everywhere. Is it gone? It's gone? ALL OF IT. TIMMY TRUMPET plays a SKRILLEX. Etto, Timmy?! Oh shit, another Timmy. That's weird. I was just thinking he about Skrillex. Why. Timmy, put a shirt on. That's it. What. You can't be hot and play the trumpet. Why. One thing's gotta go. THE DEVIL takes away Timmy Trumpet's ability to play the trumpet. WHAT. Can't have both. Well, I don't really need both now, do I? When I'm in a tough spot I have to listen to deadmau5 —something about the precision and frequencies out my brain somewhere between auropilot and dead space. I don't know. I've done just about everything you can think of listening to deadmau5. Almost. But, I noticed— Working out to deadmau5 is strange. It puts me in some kind of vibration where people notice me— Not just notice me. People are suddenly “impressed” with whatever it is I'm doing. And it's usually something regular as fuck— I'm just doing it to deadmau5. And for some reason, people are like “Wooooow!!” Okay, whatever. I used to work out to Skrillex. Actually. I used to work out to only Skrillex. I don't know if its just because I was fat, or cause I liked Skrillex. Now its like running a serrated knife up my spine. I started to figure out I was kind of famou— Kind of— When I showed up at the gym and Skrillex songs kept coming on I'm like “This is what I get for doing nothing but free trials” But hey, You try finding a gym in the shitty areas of New York worth paying for. It's very hard. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. For, As soon as the moon is full, She also begins to wane— And as sure as we are to shine, We also fade away I had one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of cheesecake—which of course only reminded me of Sonny Moore—the decadent, delicious red velvet—and Dillon Francis—the spiced and ecclectic trademark carrot cake—if only not to sooty the pain of joe much I wanted both of them, but probably didn't need them—how I craved them so, but they probably weren't good for me, nor would they last— —but they would both be delicious, anyhow. The seagull said. “To the sea, we go!” Overhead, he flies As the day goes by me Idly, I wait— I could take a ride, But i'd rather be By myself, By my… INT. EMPIRE ENPANADAS. NIGHT You gonna order? What you got? Empanadas. Just empanadas? —Yeah. Okay, that's weird. Lol the only thing funny about this scene is that their New York accents are so atrociously heavy. Right. —weird. INT. SUBWAY STATION. DAY. Sunni BLU is passed out in the subway station. Ew… Yeah, my god. Wait—is that— —sunni?! SUNNI drunkenly groans. Sunni! Get up! Ughhhh. What are you doing?! I'm drunk. I know that. You're always drunk. Yeah. What are you doing here. What. In the subway. I do this sometimes. What. For what?! You never know who you're gonna meet. In the subway On the floor?! YeH! I met R- Kelly down here! What! When was this Not at this station, though, but yeah. To think, It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs— And in the end, if you don't make the cut They just make you kill yourself, anyway. Love isn't real, but money is; And all men want is money, So they can buy the love— And all women want is love— But it has to come with money Or it all just falls apart It all just falls apart It all just falls apart “Illuminatus”, Open, close Illuminaudio, for starters Cross a crucifix for sons, and wanted daughters What's a brother to a sister— Or a mother to a father? What's a stop sign to a car, If no one's driving? In the end, they kill you off In the end, they kill you off With every cough, they kill you off— But there's always another Who wants to be a star— Or just The mother of his child, Maybe both Genetic lotto luck —the cut off. Agatha… A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light– …We Meet Again. FUCK. WHAT IS THIS. I know, man. FUCK. Fuck. Well, are you gonna tell this story or not? This isn't possible. It is possible. This isn't happening. – This dude has a radio tower in his front yard. That's his front yard?! I fucking guess. What is that. That's a satilite. Nice. Yep. Alright, you son of a bitch. Hey! My mom's nice! Not that nice–bringing you here. How do you know that's how I got here? Exactly my point. [cocks pistol slowly.] You're dead, mouse. OH. I GET IT. kill that motherfucker. Wait. Hold up. Hold the phone! Holding. How did we get to this point? I mean– a few ways. What are you watching. SHH. Wedon'tknow. SHHH. OK! SHHHHHHH! IT' getting good. Ya. It's getting deeper. So much deeper. WAit. … Who are you? I'm a fan. No. How did you get in my house? It's my house. It's– –no. No, it's not. YEs. this is my house. No. What. GEt out. SHH. What. DUde– No. Ze show is on and it is getting one deeper. Be quiet. IT's getting two deeper. –like nine deeper. SHHH. Oh, I get it. She really wants to fuck Dillon Francis. #FuckDillonFrancis Uh, no– I already did that. Gross. Excuse me. You are excused! I mean, I beg your pardon. Please, don't beg. Er, uh– Could you repeat that last part? Woah, this gets multidimensional as fuck. I have a time machine. Are there any loopholes? There are loopholes. THere better be loopholes. Sorry, we're out. GodDAMMIT. What. I was really looking forward to those loopholes. Well, they're gone. FUCK. HEre, have some Oh-Noh's. I don't want– Just SHUT UP and EAT YOUR CEREAL. Don't worry–I'm still Team Skrillex. There are TEAMS?! Oh, yeah, bro. Oh, so–it is a love story. I don't think that's what this is. I'M GONNA MURDER YOU. Ok. WITH MY DICK. A-1. There's something I need to tell you. What. But i'm sworn to secrecy Then how am I supposed to– Just–shh– follow my lead. “The Magic Effect.” Did it work? Don't know yet. You nutted to this girl 36 times in the last 20 Calendar days. Ok… 36 Times. One Girl. 20 Days. …What's your point. This is ferocious. I have your entire internet history. All of it? Oh yes. All of it. Welp. Well. THat's it for me. I've had enough. There's no Skrillex Deepfake. Aw. that sux. Why would you look at this? …why not, though? You're a disturbed man. I'm pretty regular. REGULR TO WHO? *shrugs* Me, I guess. TURN THIS OFF. I can't take it anymore. Whatever happened to the– SHHH. Fuck. I'm so wasted. So what do you think is gonna happen? Listen. I have a lot to get through. THis is all just nonsense. I think we're avoiding some heavy subjects, here. Well, there are a lot of discrepancies. Kill yourself. I just did. Kill yourself–again. I–GodDAMMIT. Just do it. NO. Come on. Congratulations, you got the job! Yes! Thank you! …What's the job? I need you to get the fuck out of here in the next five seconds–before I blow my head off, and take you with me. Don't do that. Five… Yo, i'm serious. Four… Jesus Christ, dude. YOu don't think this hits a little close to home. Home? what is home? For the Record, Skrillex, Dillon Francis, and Deadmau5 respectively are all getting their dicks sucked on yachts right now in some foreign exotic country– You're not wrong. That is correct. Standard music business. And People are living in tents under bridges. I'm just saying. If you think this project is reckless and bizarre, check your own simulation. So. So. Where were we? Somewhere between blowing our heads off and getting our dicks sucked? I'm sure there's a striking correlation somewhere. ‘My Candle Burns At Both Ends…' Oh, More Occult Magic God Bless The Illuminati GOD I Am The Illuminati Glad that's settled. Three. Goddamit, don't do this. Two– [cocks pistol] Why just pistols. Cause shotguns are messy– –and for dramatic effect; I love that sound. [the other party quickly removes his handgun from his waistband, shooting the other man and then himself quickly; They now both lay dead.] How do I write this Just write it. I need adderall. You need Jesus. By goD, youre right. [iPhone] What are you doing? Calling on Jesus. Are you serious. He's the plug. Ugh. I need adderall. What did I do?! YOu know what you did. ∆ Well, alright then. ∆ Must be something. ∆ I got it. “The Legend of Supacree” L E G E N D S “Tales of A Superstar DJ” To do: Cut Freaky Friday 001 Cut Throwback Thursday 001 Cut SOM III Part I {God Is God] Part II [Clockwork] –Pull 212 Remix It's far beyond my control I get out of my head and into my soul In one ear, never out the other If the wind blew down your door, How would I call for you? —Through her, I suppose And the silk of her hair, Or the satin of her dress, — Oh, it's almost admissible, Surely admirable, Worth a smile or not, That all the world is words, In the end, As I tear down my worlds, and start over from One And I've already stopped enough once for today, I think Surely, what you'd like is just The time to get it all to nothing (Never had I wanted it or needed it) The phone was ringing, But I'll never be off the hook again, If you look for the proper way to move forward, You'll never find it, Especially looking behind you (Always looking behind you— Head in the past Just like you It's just like me, Too, To sit down and decide a whole song about you While taking it all down. I'm never distraught with the thoughts of a stranger, Oh, on the contrary; You should be mad about battle, But I'm all for the veterans and And never off if we were not at war with one another, but Then again, That's all we've ever done It would be Devastating To even think of Something more clever “Clever and splendiferous confectionary efforts, Just spectacular concessions my dear; I'll have another.” Hadn't I deciphered once or twice the rhyme for riddles down to dollars and cents? I did, I thought, once. I never hindered Heaven from pondering over my shoulder once or twice upon a full lit moon, which under I predicted my own fortune. Once— or twice, but— Nevermind, or nothing; Indifference, for instance, instantly inscessent ancestral insimination incriminating risidual visuals uhh— —From the festival. Right. The festival project. [—Parallels.—] GOD: So you want to be The “Glass Animals” *nods* Glass Animals. That's what I said. Glass Animals There's no “The” Context. Ok. So–”Glass Animals” *nods* Are you sure you don't want to be made of something else? *nods* *shrugs* Okayy. Glas Animals. I'm lost, But don't remind me Running out of time But time can't find me Open up my eye 10 times in 9 days I should probably fall away Back to the bay, No baby, don't cry No baby, don't cry No baby, don't cry [Midnight Request Line.] Sleek black corvette. Not a dent, not a scratch And I am feeling better, Since you asked What a warm and welcome Pleasant, wet suprise What do I owe you the—time I guess it made me smile for awhile, now I'm sad again— Wow, that was quick… Only took a second, but don't mind my arrogance ‘—I play this and it puts me in a trance.' I want to dance with you I hope someone holds my hand like that, one day Where are you taking me? “Away, my dear, away…”, he's saying… I lie awake midday and taking shallow breaths, I drift away A weapon for my empathy, [Midnight Request Line.] I have no idea what happened. ‘Ambiguous Ambitions - The Crossing ‘ A shiver up my spine I don't really mind, I'm still trying to find the word for it— But tongue in cheek it is That's—if it fits You but me once, And I liked it Come bite me twice If you buy it; Alright, Ryan—where is it? Where is what? You know what I'm talking about. I don't know anything! “Ryan Remembers Everything” Goddamn it, wake up. I need silence. GET UP, GODDAMNIT. Okay— Okay— —I just need you to tell me where it is— Where what is?! I don't think this is very funny. This got serious. Ouch. I don't want to watch TV anymore ever again. I really wish you'd tell me Oh, you wish? Watch this. I'm sorry, Ryan. Hello. I—hello. I'll have a tall order of whatever's in that box. You want what's in that box? Yessir. What is happening? I dunno. I'm afraid that's going to be a problem. *gasp* can we have ninjas? *NINJAS* NINJA FIGHT. —oh sht rly. *lmfao* Sometimes i'm set in my ways, Sometimes days go by—days, In the blink of an eye, Ever since I decided, I might have had love with you. I think we have some things to figure out, about it —it being ourselves, And washing my hands never felt so right In my life Somebody told me the stars in the sky were spirit guides, And it stuck, I'm up all night, But i'm the only star I see In New York City Don't look up to see me— Don't look up to me please, kid, really I mean, why, my baby? I mean, Hi lady— You so fly tonight, just my delight I — Like the way I look by you I— You know, If I sit in the city every night like this, And write, It just might Be the end of me Be the end of me Be the end of me You know, If I did get the limelight, Right on time to soothe and Satiate my need to be an idol LC Even this late in life, Like— —fuck ‘8I just want him to like me' I shouldn't even think about Superstardom like that, But I'll be right back, I gotta get the rabbit out the White hat, What a habit to have, huh What an idea that we might all get along Or a lot done Or be better off alone Than just to fuck off And write another song— Because the audience will like it But we're all over it; It's all done, isn't it? “The Running Game” I don't know what you want to hear from me. How about, “I'm sorry.” Ok, I'm sorry. You don't do much, do you? I guess I don't. Sabotage//Salvation Idk what this is supposed to mean. This is my demise. You're completely a ticking time bomb. You're not wrong. Salvation, from the doldrums. A sound to soothe my soul, I sink beneath you, South and under smoky water Open mouth, and barely thought of, Although often, Walk or waltz, would I To fall, my love, So becoming of a flower; forth and outward over fountains; Leaps and bounds, Of course– Well, this is dope af. What are you doing. What. What happened. THis is really good. So. So, i gotta turn this one off now– And listen to that one insead. All the time? Yeah. Oh. For, like ever..? Well, no. I gotta put it in the vault. Noooh. Yes. YEs. Yes. Forever. FOrever, no, for now– yes. That could be almost forever. Yeah. Almost. “Almost Invisible.” Take out my eyes, for now (If i could, would you want them) To beg or to barter for, I offer them up, as Ritual sacrifice (it's just a) Ritual Sacrifice. These two eyes. __ He was the boy who owned the world; Hailing from the land of a thousand suns, He said, “I'll give you a dozen roses, honey, If all you ever do is, Smile for me, So, go ahead, Smile for a dozen roses or more,” And the irony is that she did it– Not for the roses, –but for the attention. (Just for the attention.) It was she who birthed the worlds; Building the land of a thousands suns, She said I'll give you a dozen horses, “If you could just– Pick the winning one” And the irony is, that he did it– Because he loved horses, And now he had twelve of them! (--And any one could be the winning one, no matter what she does; He's got a dozen of em, Anyway.) Fuck. What. Well, that went off the deep end. Fuck. Well, this just got dark. This guy comes off your blacklist tonight. No, this person Guy. PErson. Most certainly does not. I promise if I love a=a=A=a What is this That's a making no complese sense equation. Think about it in a multidimensional– Oh, that makes total sense. Just remember, when using this– this has been around for a really long time. It's been A long time. I died in your bed, But woke up in your arms; Oh when you love, love– Love me harder, Love me harder– Oh, baby when you love, love me harder Love me harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love//Love Love Me Harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love//Love Love Me Harder I woke up in your bed, And then died in your arms; It was a work of art, I suppose What we were, or are (Or aspire to be.) Please. Give me your iPhone. No! No? (Takes I phone.) Is there a reason you don't want me having this? …no. No? —it's full of stuff. “Stuff.” Yes. It's— “Stuff.” Yes. — —and things. I know. Look. We had a deal. We had no “deal” We had a deal. This train just goes on forever, you know; Whether you're on, or off it— So get off, and back on at the wrong stop Once, if not just for the discovery Of another supermarket, Where you shop for strawberries and Groceries Good flex, God; I got a gang of em I'm gonna explain it as straight as it gets Sometimes, You just got to know where to go If you don't trust your gut, You'll just never get, Never get it right. Alright, alright, I started it Alright, right— I gotta get it right, I gotta get ; I'm the worst at introductions Oh and, So bad at Goodbyes Oh, why'd you have to leave me by my idol Why, Why'd you have to lead me by my eyes By my eyes God, I love the way I love the way, I love the way you Love me God, I love The way you The way you Love me You forgot about me, didn't you? You forgot all about me You forgot all about it— All about it Al about it It's not the same, anymore Since you gave it a name, is it? There's nothing I can do To help me, help you This is all I can do, To help me, love you I have to remove you; I have to remove you In a room— Full of beauty— In a world, Full of woes I lose the last dose of you, on my tongue Nobody ever wanted it, like I do— Like I do I lose the last dose of you on my tongue, And I'm all full of love again; I never saw anything like it, I was a modem, still plugged into the wall An anonymous post partum unremarkable Post-party proclamations and eternal damnation for ordering breakfast Evading transportation authorities Unworried the informant sleeping under me Oh, Now she wants to song— Oh, look— And now, she has a song to sing A point to make, A wrong to ring; The man she brings along Is bad for her Oh, she's gotta work (She loves to work, She's got to work it) What kills her makes her stronger What doesn't kill her makes her stronger All she does is Carry on And Carry on And Carry on. “Mrs Sheffield left flushing queens, for this.” Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens, for this?! Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens for this! Mrs, Sheffield! -1flushing queens, fah ‘dis. Very well worth it, I got all the way to brooklyn And way beyond my means for this It's well outta my means. It's out of my hands, now. That boy called you “grandpa” How is it all over? When I bet to God I was, Just in your lap at this party, And you were under me slippin on some sort of Lager or Something Weren't you? Yeah, I was just there, too I was just there, too— I was just there, too— Oh, now she has a song… All of a sudden.— But it's not all of a sudden at all It's not all of a sudden There's nothing, is there? Oh, There's something, surely I went to bed late; But I'm getting up early. I see the way he looks at me— —take it easy, baby We could have the whole room waiting Like a stoner at a stop sign My bad, My eyes lie to me All the time Driving me mad Telling me I want you inside me My bad My bad Well, I want you in my bed But I haven't had one yet I'm thinking Purple Mattress; Or is that mids, to you kids Like Timmy ho's Or my mustang civic It's a custom, yeah Nobody has it yet It's a hybrid Like I am —I am a bit off subject, now (My bad) We never had sex in my bathroom (That was your house) I took a mouse to the mountain (My bad) My writing is getting more Acid-centric, Lysergic acid diethylamide; I didn't buy any, But I haven't the need anymore, Really I just wake up like this: That is, when I wake up (I have long nights, kids) My bad I want to see you very briefly Without your briefs, You know what I mean? Me neither— Sexual delinquency in meditated frequencies Repeat this sequence I keep my deepest secrets Where I need it Right up my slime, Where my spleen is— Dreamed it, and I haven't cleaned since (Or dreamed since) In this Endless emission, Ignition sequence begins When The Lean splits Under the blood moon; An eclipse. I drift off a lot— Just thinking of your penis My daydreams are not very safe for the public I think they're X-rated or worse, Even thinking of you as a person, Or worse: As my husband once, as my lover— Lovers have all the fun, anyway Hm All the things that I'd do to you After you put me through— What are you looking for, exactly? A synchronicity. Just any synchronicity? There's no such thing as “just any” synchronicity. Does “laying low” mean nothing to you? I'm laying low! On a city tour?! It's a big city! [From Afar] IS THAT HER? Aw, fuck. Well, well, well–here we go–0 I don't have time for this. Here it is. I don't know what you're doing. We're going on an adventure! NO. I. Cant. Enjoy. Anything. WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD. I hate this. My creativity had become merciless–inspiration pouring from the world as if all that it wanted wast o be collected and captured in any way I could see fit to create– What do you want? Out of life–or in this store? Out of life. Lets start with this store. A Living Lion; The eyes inside, I smiled, declined to act on impulse He'll admit, She's less complex, cause she's basic Everthemore complacent, blatantly lazy-- and crazy adorable. Whatmore could any man want? Whatmore could any man need? Whatmore could any man have; But the best friend who needed therapy, Several Plastic surgeries, A fading glass menagerie-- If she knew what that means. (Basically, they're both nobodies.) ‘What on God's awful green earth makes you think I would ever want anything to do with either of you two Losers? Beggars can't be choosers. His plan B was Annie; But she was never like me Enough to be Happy with Sonny; Let alone anybody. What is happening? Do you have an explanation of what's happening to me. Every realm of reality and possibility. This is infinity. What is this all supposed to mean to me? You can see everything and nothing; You can be anything. So what would that mean? What does it mean to you? That Love is Love, then. I've been half of a wide-open bleeding heart, Since the Goddamn start of it. He started it, Or someone did I didn't ever ask for it I was only ever always on the dancefloor when it mattered. I was always looking past him, but not ever looking at him. It was always just at random, but i'd never thought to ask him A question, Or to greet him-- I just. Adjust. They're watching us, from above. Adjust. They just don't trust us Adjust. Look what we've done, look what we've done to the planet that gave us all the light that we come from. Look, there. It appears to be ‘shimmering' What exactly is happening. The entirety of its surface is Auquous. Oceana. If i learn all the planets, In the everlasting galaxies-- And learn how to explore it… I just might get to Skrillex. I might fully need a Xanex bar if I ever see this kid in person. He's olden than you. By like, a minute. Still. I mean, really. I don't think this is ever going to work. It might not work, I mean-- What? If you had to actually-- Oh God, no; I'd be far too nervous. So what are you going to do when it comes time for festival season Run. Hide. Run + Hide. Fight or Flight; A Natural Response to Skrillex There is no natural response to Skrillex, because it's unnatural Be civil. I am I ‘m trying to figure out how to protect this species. Oh now, you're acting as if he's not human Of course he is. But i'm not. Of course. All it is, is science, a bit of misunderstanding. Experimental sorcery, possible exploitation. I'm not exploiting Skrillex. No, he's exploiting YOU. No. Wake the fuck up. No. (Stop repeating yourself) Wake up; you're being manipulated. By Skrillex? Cool. By whatever's manipulating Skrillex. Alright. Alright? You're part of a machine. So? “SO?” You're this comfortable having given your soul up to the devil. I haven't done that. Do you know what it takes to achieve that of which you so covet? Money. And? Power. Go on. Fame. So, calculate. It adds up the same either way. Skrillex isn't real. Maybe not, but Sonny Moore is-- Is, what-- Is “who”... “Who…” I love. What? --But that's all I know. That's it? Yes. Elaborate. Can't. What do you mean? Well, it goes like this: This is insanity. I've been through every wormhole, every parallel, every revolutionary subconscious thought, every world, every realm, every lifetime...and at the end of the day--or the beginning, depending-- it's really all the same question, and the same answer--over and over again; From the Beginning to the End. It is infinite. Everything is Everything. Quickly, tell me-- What, now? What goes on a Skrillex Pizza? Nothing, because it's not a thing! It is not. It isn't! Stop arguing at get to work. On what? On building Building What [The] Skrillex. How in the fuck am I supposed to do that? How in the fuck did you get to be a vegetarian? It just happened. So. So… Are you really a vegetarian? ___ Why did you do this? I didn't do this! You did this! I didn't do this! Why would I do this? How could you! I didn't! What the fuck is HE doing here? What the fuck. You need to stop this. I can't stop. What did you DO. Exactly what I had to. Shasta! Who the fuck is that? That's that bitch. I told you it was Shasta. Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this? Where is Skrillex? FUCK SKR— Wait, what show is this? INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT. I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance. And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it— But definitely, if I needed it. But, what is is “if”? And, what is “supposed”? What is it to “want”? And what's a “need”? Now I know— or at least pretend to. Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do; None the wiser, I am what I always was— And God is, as I am. Sunni Blu becomes a popular androgynous rapper, as as s/he rises to fame is forced to take on a mre masculine persona to monetize thiher music. After releasing a series of Skrillex diss-tracks, and music aimed at OWSLA's top dogs, a feud between Skrillex and Sunni Blu, or rather their ‘teams' breaks out into the media. After Skrillex is hacked and left with his entire music collection missing, it is presumed the attack and disappearance of his hard drives was orchestrated by Sunni; After his unreleased music is leaked and the damage is deemed ‘irreparable' The Skrillex Project is forced to close, and the artist himself disappeared into obscurity-- after hearing one of his unreleased tracks used for one of Sunni Blu's hits, he( ‘*the fictional Skrillex*) secretly attends one of Sunni's concerts; Sunni Blu spots him in a large crowd and the two brawl; Skrillex with the upper hand after Sunni draws back from a bloody nose and retreats; It is revealed that the unreleased Skrillex track which was ‘gifted' to her came from the stolen collection, unbeknownst to Sunni Blu Although Sunni Blu's true identity has yet to be revealed to more than Dillon Francis, beside the publicity and management who have been helping to keep her secret; Dillon Francis and Sunni Blu are cornered by paparazzi, revealing to the public that she is, in fact, a female; As allegations arise that Sunni Blu is a transgender, rumors put a strain on Sunni Blu and Dillon Francis's collaborations… TBC. All of a sudden—or maybe, even, not so suddenly—I was Clark Kent—or whatever Superman's name was. I had been without contacts or glasses for quite some time, and had quite explicitly in one of my many letters to God—or really any holy power in a realm which might have received my charred requests—all the things I needed, and some of the things I very badly wanted—tightly bundled and wax-sealed with intention for nothing besides that of the greater good, or course, for myself or anyone else—set ablaze in the unforgiving streets of New York City, in secrecy at odd hours of the night; it hadn't been my actual intent to have to practice any magic at all, especially under the circumstances, it it seemed that someone nearly unmentionable at all, had hexed a nasty attack on my psyche—a satanic, demonic possession of the weak and feeble bodies around me, and unable to isolate in completion, I became vulnerable to such a wicked curse that it had altered my psychic morality—as one does not practition a counter-curse or attack , in my medicinal expertise, without first being provoked—as one military typically mustn't bomb another, or even it's own enemy without being first considerably attacked—and it was, at this point, indeed a terrible holy war. I pulled the stars into order I put the water to fountains, in mountaintops I don't know who I am either But you call me God, Agree, I'd not— But at least I love you I believe I was you once I'm awful sorry that I broke you I might have put the sun Just to far up and out of reach Believe me, see—I see you Doesn't matter what we try to do Unity is beautiful I live on the 8th floor I don't intend what I'm there for It doesn't feel bad though It doesn't feel bad though I don't know what you're after -Blū Do I scare you? Only a little. Huh. What? Nothing.. I hate you. ihateyou. Eventually, The Ascended Masters will intervene. They already have. Oh, Christ Almighty. He's not coming. [Answering Phone] Jesus Christ Almighty –WHERERU? I TOLD YOU I'D GET THERE GODDAMNIT. Fascinating. Do my eyes deceive me, Or Is there a secret between us: A secret illusion; Should I bury it, Or keep it neatly And unseen, Between my knees, And where you need me? Is there a thing that I should need, But never speak– I'll keep it in my sweet release To dream beliefs of evil Seen, aquamarine revines, And pulsing veins, –and stolen hearts, Not passing judgment, But just passing by To hide, to pass the time To find a high, Align in color Fly, Write another rhyme, Or wire fireflies a transfer of light, Like the eyes reflect to mine. WHY would you write this? WHY. I hate blue eyes. That's racist. No it isn't. Congratulations on making it into my aerospace, unscathed A coincidence, this is not. I have something for you. I don't need anything from you. That's because I gave you everything you need. Right. I have everything. RIght. So you should know whatever you need comes at a high price. What makes you think I need something. You said you have something for me? Yes I do. You don't seem the gift giving type. I'm not. So, what do you want from me? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Oh. it' s another one. What's he need? Probably nothin, really Oh, it's something. This shouldn't be happening. I agree. why is this bothering me. Google it's self had deleted half my entry, which was admittedly sloppily thrown together, at nearly a full episode's length; probably for the best, as I was becoming more intolerant of my societal responsibility by the moment, and increasingly self destructive asa result. It was still chaotic; fame kept coming closer towards me and then leaping away, but not out of reach or out of sight, but rather than chase it, I merely calmly strode forward in a never-changing pace, not rushing and always careful to remain calm, even when filled with fury. I had become unrecognizably fit, chaste, and a remarkably healthy eater; I was all together well, besides in the areas of romance and sexuality of course. I was ready to pounce, but timing would be key, and patience the virtue; UH – “hehe” …I beg your pardon. “Hehe” Um… Fuck. Or “haha” “haha” … Just admit it. … Admit it already! –haha. Admit WHAT. This gets Levels. Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman! I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman. Ah, fuck, I'm nobody. “Nobody” Is that Bob Saget? I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget. Omg. Bob Saget! Fuck, that's right. EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET. No it's not! Oh My God! Yeah IT IS! Fuck, really?! Bob Saget?! BOB SAGET! YO GUYS, IT'S BOB SAGET. It was, in fact, Bob Saget. Bob Saget's dead, right? Oh yeah, bud. That's it guys! No more dead celebrities! I'm coming with you! NO MORE GHOSTS. Look, I have something to tell you. UGH. COME ON. This is a weird superpower. EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY … … … Having fun yet? Alright! I have a question! What? When do I get to– Get to what? You know. V.O. Things I know about myself… I have a dominant personality, but am sexually submissive— I am monogamous. I know what I like — *Drill beat* Die in your sleep (Hope you die in your sleep) Die in your sleep (Betta die in your sleep) I look like a vacation. But k'm still on the clock (psyche) Countin my rocks And holdin my (unh) crotch You better watch your back —hold on your coughs Don't run in no crocs! (No!) I'm offset Now I'm upset l —I love you. Shut up, foo— I don't even love myself. …you told her?! I—yeah… What did she say?! She said “shut up, fool Been. Long time since I missed my exit HEY! [looks over slowly] I LIKE YOUR BALLS. [beat] [thumbs up] How do I not have “throwing elbows?!” BECAUSE YOURE NOT DOING YOUR JOB! Shut up, Jeff COME TO THE DARK SIDE WE HAVE COOKIES Half of Hollywood shows up at Joel's super nerdy Star Wars party The truth comes in glimpses; A shattered reality Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity— Actress, an actress; She laughs when she has to, l l l And last to leave, actually, After each practice Practice conspicuous, Conspiracy conspiracy Perspiration lyrics, affixed to the rhythms She sleeps at the regency, l Freedom for secrecy Believe, please believe me, my love l It was easy The truth comes in glimpses; A shattered reality Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity— Actress, an actress; She laughs when she has to, l l l And last to leave, actually, After each practice Practice conspicuous, Conspiracy conspiracy Perspiration lyrics, affixed to the rhythms She sleeps at the regency, l Freedom for secrecy Believe, please believe me, my love l It was easy Sunni BLU Tweety bird Mickey Mouse Betty boop I woke up like this But a little different I woke up a star Then became a planet I'm a hummingbird, but I don't like flying I might look alright, But I feel like dying I hate waking up at 5 am Just to be the first one at the gym I don't wanna do that shit again— Well, I might as well just stay up! I hate waking up at 5 am Just to take my goddamn medicine, but If I don't I'll feel like shit— Well, I might as well just stay up! I might as well just stay up! This is a recipe for disaster. No, this is a recipe for Skrillex. Oh. This is the recipe for disaster. Thanks, Dillon Francis. FOR WHAT? I remember the moment I became partially deaf. Or at least, in the synesthetic sense. Dillon Francis is delicious Come on let me lick it on a stick Give it to me like a big Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Sample: Willy winks* ITS WILLY WONKA Lol are we still doing the bit where the misspellings are like a, another entirely different dimension? Yeah. Haha. Yeah. —and the chocolate factory “Lick an orange. It tastes like an orange. The strawberries taste like strawberries! The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!” KATT WILLIAMS IS— WILLY WONKA. Oh hell naw! Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, don't look at me— Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing Don't know what you mean You don't even see me; I ain't even here! Invisibility, The MVP or VIP. It don't mean nothing Don't look at me! Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing, Hey, Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, man, I'. The life of the party I do know what you mean! Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing I don't know what you mean— Hey, I ain't see nothing, nope Don't look at me I could get some work in; I got 12 minutes, God as my witness I work on my fitness And listen to — Simple Temptations and limited Intervals, Quick algorithmics, And tentative frequencies No more mentions for attention whores Like Kayla Lauren! I promise that's my last one, That bitch is boring, I'm not sorry but I'm soarin on my suorin While you're snoring on my metamorphosis Imm getting sworn in Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, don't look at me— Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing Don't know what you mean You don't even see me; I ain't even show up to work this week OG VIP ASAP MVP It don't mean nothing I'm just a DJ Don't look at me —- Hey Mr. wedding ring— I'll buy you a drink, You know, Like an old cream soda. Or a float, You can drink in the bucket seat Tell me, Mr. Wedding ring Do you have everything you need? I don't envy anything besides your energy and symphonies, Please Excuse this phony boner, I don't know if you're alone If this is Homer, I'm a poet, though— And not a poser Hey, Do you suppose you know the code For doors that open up; I walk a lonely road, But Frog and Toad are old And told me you'd be there to show me (Whatever) Woah Where am I supposed to go from here I'm nowhere, dear I'm Alice lost in wonderland And all her friends— Even the one in red Who wants her head (Where'd that come from) Yo! It's a real bad acid trip, I can't get a grip on reality Can't get off the grid at random, If you're being tracked By the feds and fandom Woah. I may be one of the greatest writers in history But will you remember me? My ex gets Under my skin with Champion fashion; It's in bad taste But I haven't had my own bathroom In half a millennium Im under persenium arches Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall Are you ip yet? I'm still enthralled with this story But yo! (Where's Unaavvi at) I haven't been to a show (Where's the party at) I should be gripping a pole (Where is Cardi at) But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow! Fuck New York when it's cold And it's always cold in New York When you don't know nobody And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby Counting the robbers and gobblins A D Whitney's and Bobby's The ghosts and the zombies Everything hurts But everything heals, with time// Whatever that is; And whatever that means, It's means to an end, if you let it be So let it be But, it persists in lettering me; He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams I think I really need him, or something Or anyone, or anybody Anything, or something Anybody, anybody Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. Souls— So long, So gone, Almost The time has come to walk The time has come again to rise, Rise up The time has come to walk, come on The time that's come is ours, From now on Give me time to walk, An Hour or so A trot, the fox Time to run An hour or nothing The founder of the establishment The Tower of Babel Another arrangement The flounder, the fox, the horse Come one, come all, Come one, come now The walk or a run A gallop, or trot— the horse A crown for a gallon of water A gallon of water A gallon of water I know who you are my son; Come one, come all Come mother, come father Come dog, and come brother A sister, another All for a walk in the park I lost it All for a gallon of water A gallon of water Souls— So long, So gone, Almost The time has come to walk The time has come again to rise, Rise up The time has come to walk, come on The time that's come is ours, From now on Sonny left you out in the cold Sonny doesn't know what to do Sonny gotta very old soul, so Sonny's done away with the truth Sonny didn't open any doors Sonny's always sitting in the booth Sonny isn't coming for you, poor Sonny's so in love with Sunni Blu So be Sunni Blu So be Sunni Blu You'll see Sonny soon The universe is split into two, you know Who are you? (I told you) What do you do? (I just want to make music) So you do Don't go assuming you're consumed, dude Just renew You're a renewable Don't be confused if confucius say “Hey, just play to the tune “ Get a mop and a broom And a mic and a boom Rent a room somewhere for a month or two Just don't be stupid Cupid's run out of room So Sonny's just a man that I love Sonny means less, but he does too much Sonny's just human Sonny's got proof that Once you've got money, It's all for amusement Just be Sunni Blu, kid I should have kissed him. Flashback: Montage—Season 6 V.O. I have a massive headache. I can't stop thinking about Dillon Francis. I'm hungry but haven't been to the gym and don't want to risk getting fat; All my extra smalls fit, but my butt is getting bigger. My new job's alright, but I feel like a loser. LA broke is better than regular broke, but it would be nice not to be in debt. I feel like I need a hug or a really good fuck or maybe both and then a cuddle. I can't sleep and I hate all my roommates for just existing. I think I might be getting sick just from being around other people too much. I spent like $200 on protein and left almost all of it in Las Vegas. LA Fitness sucks but it's better than nothing; I really miss Equinox. It doesn't seem like anybody really cares about me. I'm Lonely all of a sudden. I've really been craving pancakes. A lot. Sometimes it seems like everything I've written is just a waste of time. I can't stop thinking about sex. Sometimes I think about sex with Dillon Francis. Skrillex isn't real. Nothing I seem to do adds up. I'm a loser. I keep checking my emails like something is going to change. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to be famous— I'm still hungry and thinking about a late night walk to LA Cafe; I really like their tater tots. I miss being a mom. Still thinking about LA CAFE but I already had Tocya Orgánica because the juice bar was closed when I got off work. I just want someone to love me. I thought I sold my soul but I still need love so I know it's still in there somewhere. I literally spend every day working just to pay for a room to share with four people. I almost had confidence before the Australian man came along. It's weird to think about how everything I've written is just sitting in my Google documents doing nothing. All the jobs I actually want to do are for people with beautiful bodies and mine is disgusting. There's No Rick and Morty with no Justin Roiland. There's No Pirates of The Caribbean with No Johnny Depp. There's no room for reality in Hollywood. {Drill Music Playing} EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES. NIGHT DRAKE BELL enters the SMOKE SHOP Enter The Multiverse L E G E N D S The Legend of… “Looking Back” All of a sudden—or maybe, even, not so suddenly—I was Clark Kent—or whatever Superman's name was. I had been without contacts or glasses for quite some time, and had quite explicitly in one of my many letters to God—or really any holy power in a realm which might have received my charred requests—all the things I needed, and some of the things I very badly wanted—tightly bundled and wax-sealed with intention for nothing besides that of the greater good, or course, for myself or anyone else—set ablaze in the unforgiving streets of New York City, in secrecy at odd hours of the night; it hadn't been my actual intent to have to practice any magic at all, especially under the circumstances, and it seemed that someone nearly unmentionable at all, had hexed a nasty attack on my psyche—a satanic, demonic possession of the weak and feeble bodies around me, and unable to isolate in completion, I had become vulnerable to such a wicked curse that it had altered my psychic morality—as one does not practition a counter-curse or attack, in my own medicinal expertise, without first being provoked—as one military typically mustn't bomb another, or even it's own enemy without being first considerably attacked—and it was, at this point, indeed a terrible holy war. I had at the very least been able to return to regular gym sessions, though still not training as thoroughly as before; I had allowed myself to gain quite a bit of weight over the period of just a couple weeks, eating for the most part what I wanted out of comfort, especially having nearly starved and defaulted into severe malnutrition after eating nothing but bananas for a period which lasted something like three weeks—and without adequate protein intake, I had l lost quite a bit of muscle, not that, for the most part, the muscles that I had been building weren't there—in fact, I found myself, at least as of late, looking like any retired or untrained athlete that had let themselves gain atop the muscle they had built—fat now sitting on top of my larger muscles and making the weight gain look and feel even more hideous, and after several days of at least regular lifting and sauna, I still didn't feel like running, which would alleviate most of the gain mo

I can't fall for this again— Another rich and handsome man— A dream he wants to be my friend A dream he wants to hold my hand Oh look, Another dance for anthem Look, I'm just another fan No, I can't fall for this again —but they would go against the plan A simple programming error, Lips the color of a pomagranite Circle on the palm, And then , of course, We press the center And look, here we are again Another life, Another love A new wife— Another husband Honest? I'm just good with fucking —aha I just want to fuck you I got love, but what it good for Look at me, or look at nothing! Look, I'm just good with fucking Check the news for new engagements Fucking sick and fucking tragic Nothing more than actors, DJs, drinks and addicts Look, I'm just a happy accident— I still hate Dillon Francis And I never wanted Skrillex: That shit never even happened! Have you had enough yet?! Carrot cake does sound good Ten karat long engagement ring— Is that a lot? I'm just a homeless Look, I'm just another DJ Some fake model stole it Some would call it occult Magic —honest? I just want some dick, man Fuck it —aha I just want to fuck you I got love, but what it good for Look at me, or look at nothing! Look, I'm just good with fucking You know why you like me?! Yes, I know why I like you— Cause I'm rich! —no, actually—it's because you're smart. Where in the fuck are you going? I don't know yet. Well, know faster—we have company. Fuck. Destroy every bit of evidence. Ok. —and make sure nobody sees you. Yeah, right! YO. Why the fuck are you here, Timmy? I told you, I'm not Timmy. I don't give a fuck who you are—where's my money? It's— it's on the way, I promise. I'm don't take well tk promises, Timmy. What do you take well to? Money. FUCK. What! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! What?! We're too late, she's gone! Goddammit. —She was already here! FUCK. FUCK. FUCK! >>> FUCK! How do you know? —there's glitter, everywhere. Is it gone? It's gone? ALL OF IT. TIMMY TRUMPET plays a SKRILLEX. Etto, Timmy?! Oh shit, another Timmy. That's weird. I was just thinking he about Skrillex. Why. Timmy, put a shirt on. That's it. What. You can't be hot and play the trumpet. Why. One thing's gotta go. THE DEVIL takes away Timmy Trumpet's ability to play the trumpet. WHAT. Can't have both. Well, I don't really need both now, do I? When I'm in a tough spot I have to listen to deadmau5 —something about the precision and frequencies out my brain somewhere between auropilot and dead space. I don't know. I've done just about everything you can think of listening to deadmau5. Almost. But, I noticed— Working out to deadmau5 is strange. It puts me in some kind of vibration where people notice me— Not just notice me. People are suddenly “impressed” with whatever it is I'm doing. And it's usually something regular as fuck— I'm just doing it to deadmau5. And for some reason, people are like “Wooooow!!” Okay, whatever. I used to work out to Skrillex. Actually. I used to work out to only Skrillex. I don't know if its just because I was fat, or cause I liked Skrillex. Now its like running a serrated knife up my spine. I started to figure out I was kind of famou— Kind of— When I showed up at the gym and Skrillex songs kept coming on I'm like “This is what I get for doing nothing but free trials” But hey, You try finding a gym in the shitty areas of New York worth paying for. It's very hard. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. For, As soon as the moon is full, She also begins to wane— And as sure as we are to shine, We also fade away I had one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of cheesecake—which of course only reminded me of Sonny Moore—the decadent, delicious red velvet—and Dillon Francis—the spiced and ecclectic trademark carrot cake—if only not to sooty the pain of joe much I wanted both of them, but probably didn't need them—how I craved them so, but they probably weren't good for me, nor would they last— —but they would both be delicious, anyhow. The seagull said. “To the sea, we go!” Overhead, he flies As the day goes by me Idly, I wait— I could take a ride, But i'd rather be By myself, By my… INT. EMPIRE ENPANADAS. NIGHT You gonna order? What you got? Empanadas. Just empanadas? —Yeah. Okay, that's weird. Lol the only thing funny about this scene is that their New York accents are so atrociously heavy. Right. —weird. INT. SUBWAY STATION. DAY. Sunni BLU is passed out in the subway station. Ew… Yeah, my god. Wait—is that— —sunni?! SUNNI drunkenly groans. Sunni! Get up! Ughhhh. What are you doing?! I'm drunk. I know that. You're always drunk. Yeah. What are you doing here. What. In the subway. I do this sometimes. What. For what?! You never know who you're gonna meet. In the subway On the floor?! YeH! I met R- Kelly down here! What! When was this Not at this station, though, but yeah. To think, It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs— And in the end, if you don't make the cut They just make you kill yourself, anyway. Love isn't real, but money is; And all men want is money, So they can buy the love— And all women want is love— But it has to come with money Or it all just falls apart It all just falls apart It all just falls apart “Illuminatus”, Open, close Illuminaudio, for starters Cross a crucifix for sons, and wanted daughters What's a brother to a sister— Or a mother to a father? What's a stop sign to a car, If no one's driving? In the end, they kill you off In the end, they kill you off With every cough, they kill you off— But there's always another Who wants to be a star— Or just The mother of his child, Maybe both Genetic lotto luck —the cut off. Agatha… A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light– …We Meet Again. FUCK. WHAT IS THIS. I know, man. FUCK. Fuck. Well, are you gonna tell this story or not? This isn't possible. It is possible. This isn't happening. – This dude has a radio tower in his front yard. That's his front yard?! I fucking guess. What is that. That's a satilite. Nice. Yep. Alright, you son of a bitch. Hey! My mom's nice! Not that nice–bringing you here. How do you know that's how I got here? Exactly my point. [cocks pistol slowly.] You're dead, mouse. OH. I GET IT. kill that motherfucker. Wait. Hold up. Hold the phone! Holding. How did we get to this point? I mean– a few ways. What are you watching. SHH. Wedon'tknow. SHHH. OK! SHHHHHHH! IT' getting good. Ya. It's getting deeper. So much deeper. WAit. … Who are you? I'm a fan. No. How did you get in my house? It's my house. It's– –no. No, it's not. YEs. this is my house. No. What. GEt out. SHH. What. DUde– No. Ze show is on and it is getting one deeper. Be quiet. IT's getting two deeper. –like nine deeper. SHHH. Oh, I get it. She really wants to fuck Dillon Francis. #FuckDillonFrancis Uh, no– I already did that. Gross. Excuse me. You are excused! I mean, I beg your pardon. Please, don't beg. Er, uh– Could you repeat that last part? Woah, this gets multidimensional as fuck. I have a time machine. Are there any loopholes? There are loopholes. THere better be loopholes. Sorry, we're out. GodDAMMIT. What. I was really looking forward to those loopholes. Well, they're gone. FUCK. HEre, have some Oh-Noh's. I don't want– Just SHUT UP and EAT YOUR CEREAL. Don't worry–I'm still Team Skrillex. There are TEAMS?! Oh, yeah, bro. Oh, so–it is a love story. I don't think that's what this is. I'M GONNA MURDER YOU. Ok. WITH MY DICK. A-1. There's something I need to tell you. What. But i'm sworn to secrecy Then how am I supposed to– Just–shh– follow my lead. “The Magic Effect.” Did it work? Don't know yet. You nutted to this girl 36 times in the last 20 Calendar days. Ok… 36 Times. One Girl. 20 Days. …What's your point. This is ferocious. I have your entire internet history. All of it? Oh yes. All of it. Welp. Well. THat's it for me. I've had enough. There's no Skrillex Deepfake. Aw. that sux. Why would you look at this? …why not, though? You're a disturbed man. I'm pretty regular. REGULR TO WHO? *shrugs* Me, I guess. TURN THIS OFF. I can't take it anymore. Whatever happened to the– SHHH. Fuck. I'm so wasted. So what do you think is gonna happen? Listen. I have a lot to get through. THis is all just nonsense. I think we're avoiding some heavy subjects, here. Well, there are a lot of discrepancies. Kill yourself. I just did. Kill yourself–again. I–GodDAMMIT. Just do it. NO. Come on. Congratulations, you got the job! Yes! Thank you! …What's the job? I need you to get the fuck out of here in the next five seconds–before I blow my head off, and take you with me. Don't do that. Five… Yo, i'm serious. Four… Jesus Christ, dude. YOu don't think this hits a little close to home. Home? what is home? For the Record, Skrillex, Dillon Francis, and Deadmau5 respectively are all getting their dicks sucked on yachts right now in some foreign exotic country– You're not wrong. That is correct. Standard music business. And People are living in tents under bridges. I'm just saying. If you think this project is reckless and bizarre, check your own simulation. So. So. Where were we? Somewhere between blowing our heads off and getting our dicks sucked? I'm sure there's a striking correlation somewhere. ‘My Candle Burns At Both Ends…' Oh, More Occult Magic God Bless The Illuminati GOD I Am The Illuminati Glad that's settled. Three. Goddamit, don't do this. Two– [cocks pistol] Why just pistols. Cause shotguns are messy– –and for dramatic effect; I love that sound. [the other party quickly removes his handgun from his waistband, shooting the other man and then himself quickly; They now both lay dead.] How do I write this Just write it. I need adderall. You need Jesus. By goD, youre right. [iPhone] What are you doing? Calling on Jesus. Are you serious. He's the plug. Ugh. I need adderall. What did I do?! YOu know what you did. ∆ Well, alright then. ∆ Must be something. ∆ I got it. “The Legend of Supacree” L E G E N D S “Tales of A Superstar DJ” To do: Cut Freaky Friday 001 Cut Throwback Thursday 001 Cut SOM III Part I {God Is God] Part II [Clockwork] –Pull 212 Remix It's far beyond my control I get out of my head and into my soul In one ear, never out the other If the wind blew down your door, How would I call for you? —Through her, I suppose And the silk of her hair, Or the satin of her dress, — Oh, it's almost admissible, Surely admirable, Worth a smile or not, That all the world is words, In the end, As I tear down my worlds, and start over from One And I've already stopped enough once for today, I think Surely, what you'd like is just The time to get it all to nothing (Never had I wanted it or needed it) The phone was ringing, But I'll never be off the hook again, If you look for the proper way to move forward, You'll never find it, Especially looking behind you (Always looking behind you— Head in the past Just like you It's just like me, Too, To sit down and decide a whole song about you While taking it all down. I'm never distraught with the thoughts of a stranger, Oh, on the contrary; You should be mad about battle, But I'm all for the veterans and And never off if we were not at war with one another, but Then again, That's all we've ever done It would be Devastating To even think of Something more clever “Clever and splendiferous confectionary efforts, Just spectacular concessions my dear; I'll have another.” Hadn't I deciphered once or twice the rhyme for riddles down to dollars and cents? I did, I thought, once. I never hindered Heaven from pondering over my shoulder once or twice upon a full lit moon, which under I predicted my own fortune. Once— or twice, but— Nevermind, or nothing; Indifference, for instance, instantly inscessent ancestral insimination incriminating risidual visuals uhh— —From the festival. Right. The festival project. [—Parallels.—] GOD: So you want to be The “Glass Animals” *nods* Glass Animals. That's what I said. Glass Animals There's no “The” Context. Ok. So–”Glass Animals” *nods* Are you sure you don't want to be made of something else? *nods* *shrugs* Okayy. Glas Animals. I'm lost, But don't remind me Running out of time But time can't find me Open up my eye 10 times in 9 days I should probably fall away Back to the bay, No baby, don't cry No baby, don't cry No baby, don't cry [Midnight Request Line.] Sleek black corvette. Not a dent, not a scratch And I am feeling better, Since you asked What a warm and welcome Pleasant, wet suprise What do I owe you the—time I guess it made me smile for awhile, now I'm sad again— Wow, that was quick… Only took a second, but don't mind my arrogance ‘—I play this and it puts me in a trance.' I want to dance with you I hope someone holds my hand like that, one day Where are you taking me? “Away, my dear, away…”, he's saying… I lie awake midday and taking shallow breaths, I drift away A weapon for my empathy, [Midnight Request Line.] I have no idea what happened. ‘Ambiguous Ambitions - The Crossing ‘ A shiver up my spine I don't really mind, I'm still trying to find the word for it— But tongue in cheek it is That's—if it fits You but me once, And I liked it Come bite me twice If you buy it; Alright, Ryan—where is it? Where is what? You know what I'm talking about. I don't know anything! “Ryan Remembers Everything” Goddamn it, wake up. I need silence. GET UP, GODDAMNIT. Okay— Okay— —I just need you to tell me where it is— Where what is?! I don't think this is very funny. This got serious. Ouch. I don't want to watch TV anymore ever again. I really wish you'd tell me Oh, you wish? Watch this. I'm sorry, Ryan. Hello. I—hello. I'll have a tall order of whatever's in that box. You want what's in that box? Yessir. What is happening? I dunno. I'm afraid that's going to be a problem. *gasp* can we have ninjas? *NINJAS* NINJA FIGHT. —oh sht rly. *lmfao* Sometimes i'm set in my ways, Sometimes days go by—days, In the blink of an eye, Ever since I decided, I might have had love with you. I think we have some things to figure out, about it —it being ourselves, And washing my hands never felt so right In my life Somebody told me the stars in the sky were spirit guides, And it stuck, I'm up all night, But i'm the only star I see In New York City Don't look up to see me— Don't look up to me please, kid, really I mean, why, my baby? I mean, Hi lady— You so fly tonight, just my delight I — Like the way I look by you I— You know, If I sit in the city every night like this, And write, It just might Be the end of me Be the end of me Be the end of me You know, If I did get the limelight, Right on time to soothe and Satiate my need to be an idol LC Even this late in life, Like— —fuck ‘8I just want him to like me' I shouldn't even think about Superstardom like that, But I'll be right back, I gotta get the rabbit out the White hat, What a habit to have, huh What an idea that we might all get along Or a lot done Or be better off alone Than just to fuck off And write another song— Because the audience will like it But we're all over it; It's all done, isn't it? “The Running Game” I don't know what you want to hear from me. How about, “I'm sorry.” Ok, I'm sorry. You don't do much, do you? I guess I don't. Sabotage//Salvation Idk what this is supposed to mean. This is my demise. You're completely a ticking time bomb. You're not wrong. Salvation, from the doldrums. A sound to soothe my soul, I sink beneath you, South and under smoky water Open mouth, and barely thought of, Although often, Walk or waltz, would I To fall, my love, So becoming of a flower; forth and outward over fountains; Leaps and bounds, Of course– Well, this is dope af. What are you doing. What. What happened. THis is really good. So. So, i gotta turn this one off now– And listen to that one insead. All the time? Yeah. Oh. For, like ever..? Well, no. I gotta put it in the vault. Noooh. Yes. YEs. Yes. Forever. FOrever, no, for now– yes. That could be almost forever. Yeah. Almost. “Almost Invisible.” Take out my eyes, for now (If i could, would you want them) To beg or to barter for, I offer them up, as Ritual sacrifice (it's just a) Ritual Sacrifice. These two eyes. __ He was the boy who owned the world; Hailing from the land of a thousand suns, He said, “I'll give you a dozen roses, honey, If all you ever do is, Smile for me, So, go ahead, Smile for a dozen roses or more,” And the irony is that she did it– Not for the roses, –but for the attention. (Just for the attention.) It was she who birthed the worlds; Building the land of a thousands suns, She said I'll give you a dozen horses, “If you could just– Pick the winning one” And the irony is, that he did it– Because he loved horses, And now he had twelve of them! (--And any one could be the winning one, no matter what she does; He's got a dozen of em, Anyway.) Fuck. What. Well, that went off the deep end. Fuck. Well, this just got dark. This guy comes off your blacklist tonight. No, this person Guy. PErson. Most certainly does not. I promise if I love a=a=A=a What is this That's a making no complese sense equation. Think about it in a multidimensional– Oh, that makes total sense. Just remember, when using this– this has been around for a really long time. It's been A long time. I died in your bed, But woke up in your arms; Oh when you love, love– Love me harder, Love me harder– Oh, baby when you love, love me harder Love me harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love//Love Love Me Harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love//Love Love Me Harder I woke up in your bed, And then died in your arms; It was a work of art, I suppose What we were, or are (Or aspire to be.) Please. Give me your iPhone. No! No? (Takes I phone.) Is there a reason you don't want me having this? …no. No? —it's full of stuff. “Stuff.” Yes. It's— “Stuff.” Yes. — —and things. I know. Look. We had a deal. We had no “deal” We had a deal. This train just goes on forever, you know; Whether you're on, or off it— So get off, and back on at the wrong stop Once, if not just for the discovery Of another supermarket, Where you shop for strawberries and Groceries Good flex, God; I got a gang of em I'm gonna explain it as straight as it gets Sometimes, You just got to know where to go If you don't trust your gut, You'll just never get, Never get it right. Alright, alright, I started it Alright, right— I gotta get it right, I gotta get ; I'm the worst at introductions Oh and, So bad at Goodbyes Oh, why'd you have to leave me by my idol Why, Why'd you have to lead me by my eyes By my eyes God, I love the way I love the way, I love the way you Love me God, I love The way you The way you Love me You forgot about me, didn't you? You forgot all about me You forgot all about it— All about it Al about it It's not the same, anymore Since you gave it a name, is it? There's nothing I can do To help me, help you This is all I can do, To help me, love you I have to remove you; I have to remove you In a room— Full of beauty— In a world, Full of woes I lose the last dose of you, on my tongue Nobody ever wanted it, like I do— Like I do I lose the last dose of you on my tongue, And I'm all full of love again; I never saw anything like it, I was a modem, still plugged into the wall An anonymous post partum unremarkable Post-party proclamations and eternal damnation for ordering breakfast Evading transportation authorities Unworried the informant sleeping under me Oh, Now she wants to song— Oh, look— And now, she has a song to sing A point to make, A wrong to ring; The man she brings along Is bad for her Oh, she's gotta work (She loves to work, She's got to work it) What kills her makes her stronger What doesn't kill her makes her stronger All she does is Carry on And Carry on And Carry on. “Mrs Sheffield left flushing queens, for this.” Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens, for this?! Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens for this! Mrs, Sheffield! -1flushing queens, fah ‘dis. Very well worth it, I got all the way to brooklyn And way beyond my means for this It's well outta my means. It's out of my hands, now. That boy called you “grandpa” How is it all over? When I bet to God I was, Just in your lap at this party, And you were under me slippin on some sort of Lager or Something Weren't you? Yeah, I was just there, too I was just there, too— I was just there, too— Oh, now she has a song… All of a sudden.— But it's not all of a sudden at all It's not all of a sudden There's nothing, is there? Oh, There's something, surely I went to bed late; But I'm getting up early. I see the way he looks at me— —take it easy, baby We could have the whole room waiting Like a stoner at a stop sign My bad, My eyes lie to me All the time Driving me mad Telling me I want you inside me My bad My bad Well, I want you in my bed But I haven't had one yet I'm thinking Purple Mattress; Or is that mids, to you kids Like Timmy ho's Or my mustang civic It's a custom, yeah Nobody has it yet It's a hybrid Like I am —I am a bit off subject, now (My bad) We never had sex in my bathroom (That was your house) I took a mouse to the mountain (My bad) My writing is getting more Acid-centric, Lysergic acid diethylamide; I didn't buy any, But I haven't the need anymore, Really I just wake up like this: That is, when I wake up (I have long nights, kids) My bad I want to see you very briefly Without your briefs, You know what I mean? Me neither— Sexual delinquency in meditated frequencies Repeat this sequence I keep my deepest secrets Where I need it Right up my slime, Where my spleen is— Dreamed it, and I haven't cleaned since (Or dreamed since) In this Endless emission, Ignition sequence begins When The Lean splits Under the blood moon; An eclipse. I drift off a lot— Just thinking of your penis My daydreams are not very safe for the public I think they're X-rated or worse, Even thinking of you as a person, Or worse: As my husband once, as my lover— Lovers have all the fun, anyway Hm All the things that I'd do to you After you put me through— What are you looking for, exactly? A synchronicity. Just any synchronicity? There's no such thing as “just any” synchronicity. Does “laying low” mean nothing to you? I'm laying low! On a city tour?! It's a big city! [From Afar] IS THAT HER? Aw, fuck. Well, well, well–here we go–0 I don't have time for this. Here it is. I don't know what you're doing. We're going on an adventure! NO. I. Cant. Enjoy. Anything. WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD. I hate this. My creativity had become merciless–inspiration pouring from the world as if all that it wanted wast o be collected and captured in any way I could see fit to create– What do you want? Out of life–or in this store? Out of life. Lets start with this store. A Living Lion; The eyes inside, I smiled, declined to act on impulse He'll admit, She's less complex, cause she's basic Everthemore complacent, blatantly lazy-- and crazy adorable. Whatmore could any man want? Whatmore could any man need? Whatmore could any man have; But the best friend who needed therapy, Several Plastic surgeries, A fading glass menagerie-- If she knew what that means. (Basically, they're both nobodies.) ‘What on God's awful green earth makes you think I would ever want anything to do with either of you two Losers? Beggars can't be choosers. His plan B was Annie; But she was never like me Enough to be Happy with Sonny; Let alone anybody. What is happening? Do you have an explanation of what's happening to me. Every realm of reality and possibility. This is infinity. What is this all supposed to mean to me? You can see everything and nothing; You can be anything. So what would that mean? What does it mean to you? That Love is Love, then. I've been half of a wide-open bleeding heart, Since the Goddamn start of it. He started it, Or someone did I didn't ever ask for it I was only ever always on the dancefloor when it mattered. I was always looking past him, but not ever looking at him. It was always just at random, but i'd never thought to ask him A question, Or to greet him-- I just. Adjust. They're watching us, from above. Adjust. They just don't trust us Adjust. Look what we've done, look what we've done to the planet that gave us all the light that we come from. Look, there. It appears to be ‘shimmering' What exactly is happening. The entirety of its surface is Auquous. Oceana. If i learn all the planets, In the everlasting galaxies-- And learn how to explore it… I just might get to Skrillex. I might fully need a Xanex bar if I ever see this kid in person. He's olden than you. By like, a minute. Still. I mean, really. I don't think this is ever going to work. It might not work, I mean-- What? If you had to actually-- Oh God, no; I'd be far too nervous. So what are you going to do when it comes time for festival season Run. Hide. Run + Hide. Fight or Flight; A Natural Response to Skrillex There is no natural response to Skrillex, because it's unnatural Be civil. I am I ‘m trying to figure out how to protect this species. Oh now, you're acting as if he's not human Of course he is. But i'm not. Of course. All it is, is science, a bit of misunderstanding. Experimental sorcery, possible exploitation. I'm not exploiting Skrillex. No, he's exploiting YOU. No. Wake the fuck up. No. (Stop repeating yourself) Wake up; you're being manipulated. By Skrillex? Cool. By whatever's manipulating Skrillex. Alright. Alright? You're part of a machine. So? “SO?” You're this comfortable having given your soul up to the devil. I haven't done that. Do you know what it takes to achieve that of which you so covet? Money. And? Power. Go on. Fame. So, calculate. It adds up the same either way. Skrillex isn't real. Maybe not, but Sonny Moore is-- Is, what-- Is “who”... “Who…” I love. What? --But that's all I know. That's it? Yes. Elaborate. Can't. What do you mean? Well, it goes like this: This is insanity. I've been through every wormhole, every parallel, every revolutionary subconscious thought, every world, every realm, every lifetime...and at the end of the day--or the beginning, depending-- it's really all the same question, and the same answer--over and over again; From the Beginning to the End. It is infinite. Everything is Everything. Quickly, tell me-- What, now? What goes on a Skrillex Pizza? Nothing, because it's not a thing! It is not. It isn't! Stop arguing at get to work. On what? On building Building What [The] Skrillex. How in the fuck am I supposed to do that? How in the fuck did you get to be a vegetarian? It just happened. So. So… Are you really a vegetarian? ___ Why did you do this? I didn't do this! You did this! I didn't do this! Why would I do this? How could you! I didn't! What the fuck is HE doing here? What the fuck. You need to stop this. I can't stop. What did you DO. Exactly what I had to. Shasta! Who the fuck is that? That's that bitch. I told you it was Shasta. Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this? Where is Skrillex? FUCK SKR— Wait, what show is this? INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT. I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance. And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it— But definitely, if I needed it. But, what is is “if”? And, what is “supposed”? What is it to “want”? And what's a “need”? Now I know— or at least pretend to. Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do; None the wiser, I am what I always was— And God is, as I am. Sunni Blu becomes a popular androgynous rapper, as as s/he rises to fame is forced to take on a mre masculine persona to monetize thiher music. After releasing a series of Skrillex diss-tracks, and music aimed at OWSLA's top dogs, a feud between Skrillex and Sunni Blu, or rather their ‘teams' breaks out into the media. After Skrillex is hacked and left with his entire music collection missing, it is presumed the attack and disappearance of his hard drives was orchestrated by Sunni; After his unreleased music is leaked and the damage is deemed ‘irreparable' The Skrillex Project is forced to close, and the artist himself disappeared into obscurity-- after hearing one of his unreleased tracks used for one of Sunni Blu's hits, he( ‘*the fictional Skrillex*) secretly attends one of Sunni's concerts; Sunni Blu spots him in a large crowd and the two brawl; Skrillex with the upper hand after Sunni draws back from a bloody nose and retreats; It is revealed that the unreleased Skrillex track which was ‘gifted' to her came from the stolen collection, unbeknownst to Sunni Blu Although Sunni Blu's true identity has yet to be revealed to more than Dillon Francis, beside the publicity and management who have been helping to keep her secret; Dillon Francis and Sunni Blu are cornered by paparazzi, revealing to the public that she is, in fact, a female; As allegations arise that Sunni Blu is a transgender, rumors put a strain on Sunni Blu and Dillon Francis's collaborations… TBC. All of a sudden—or maybe, even, not so suddenly—I was Clark Kent—or whatever Superman's name was. I had been without contacts or glasses for quite some time, and had quite explicitly in one of my many letters to God—or really any holy power in a realm which might have received my charred requests—all the things I needed, and some of the things I very badly wanted—tightly bundled and wax-sealed with intention for nothing besides that of the greater good, or course, for myself or anyone else—set ablaze in the unforgiving streets of New York City, in secrecy at odd hours of the night; it hadn't been my actual intent to have to practice any magic at all, especially under the circumstances, it it seemed that someone nearly unmentionable at all, had hexed a nasty attack on my psyche—a satanic, demonic possession of the weak and feeble bodies around me, and unable to isolate in completion, I became vulnerable to such a wicked curse that it had altered my psychic morality—as one does not practition a counter-curse or attack , in my medicinal expertise, without first being provoked—as one military typically mustn't bomb another, or even it's own enemy without being first considerably attacked—and it was, at this point, indeed a terrible holy war. I pulled the stars into order I put the water to fountains, in mountaintops I don't know who I am either But you call me God, Agree, I'd not— But at least I love you I believe I was you once I'm awful sorry that I broke you I might have put the sun Just to far up and out of reach Believe me, see—I see you Doesn't matter what we try to do Unity is beautiful I live on the 8th floor I don't intend what I'm there for It doesn't feel bad though It doesn't feel bad though I don't know what you're after -Blū Do I scare you? Only a little. Huh. What? Nothing.. I hate you. ihateyou. Eventually, The Ascended Masters will intervene. They already have. Oh, Christ Almighty. He's not coming. [Answering Phone] Jesus Christ Almighty –WHERERU? I TOLD YOU I'D GET THERE GODDAMNIT. Fascinating. Do my eyes deceive me, Or Is there a secret between us: A secret illusion; Should I bury it, Or keep it neatly And unseen, Between my knees, And where you need me? Is there a thing that I should need, But never speak– I'll keep it in my sweet release To dream beliefs of evil Seen, aquamarine revines, And pulsing veins, –and stolen hearts, Not passing judgment, But just passing by To hide, to pass the time To find a high, Align in color Fly, Write another rhyme, Or wire fireflies a transfer of light, Like the eyes reflect to mine. WHY would you write this? WHY. I hate blue eyes. That's racist. No it isn't. Congratulations on making it into my aerospace, unscathed A coincidence, this is not. I have something for you. I don't need anything from you. That's because I gave you everything you need. Right. I have everything. RIght. So you should know whatever you need comes at a high price. What makes you think I need something. You said you have something for me? Yes I do. You don't seem the gift giving type. I'm not. So, what do you want from me? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Oh. it' s another one. What's he need? Probably nothin, really Oh, it's something. This shouldn't be happening. I agree. why is this bothering me. Google it's self had deleted half my entry, which was admittedly sloppily thrown together, at nearly a full episode's length; probably for the best, as I was becoming more intolerant of my societal responsibility by the moment, and increasingly self destructive asa result. It was still chaotic; fame kept coming closer towards me and then leaping away, but not out of reach or out of sight, but rather than chase it, I merely calmly strode forward in a never-changing pace, not rushing and always careful to remain calm, even when filled with fury. I had become unrecognizably fit, chaste, and a remarkably healthy eater; I was all together well, besides in the areas of romance and sexuality of course. I was ready to pounce, but timing would be key, and patience the virtue; UH – “hehe” …I beg your pardon. “Hehe” Um… Fuck. Or “haha” “haha” … Just admit it. … Admit it already! –haha. Admit WHAT. This gets Levels. Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman! I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman. Ah, fuck, I'm nobody. “Nobody” Is that Bob Saget? I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget. Omg. Bob Saget! Fuck, that's right. EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET. No it's not! Oh My God! Yeah IT IS! Fuck, really?! Bob Saget?! BOB SAGET! YO GUYS, IT'S BOB SAGET. It was, in fact, Bob Saget. Bob Saget's dead, right? Oh yeah, bud. That's it guys! No more dead celebrities! I'm coming with you! NO MORE GHOSTS. Look, I have something to tell you. UGH. COME ON. This is a weird superpower. EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY … … … Having fun yet? Alright! I have a question! What? When do I get to– Get to what? You know. V.O. Things I know about myself… I have a dominant personality, but am sexually submissive— I am monogamous. I know what I like — *Drill beat* Die in your sleep (Hope you die in your sleep) Die in your sleep (Betta die in your sleep) I look like a vacation. But k'm still on the clock (psyche) Countin my rocks And holdin my (unh) crotch You better watch your back —hold on your coughs Don't run in no crocs! (No!) I'm offset Now I'm upset l —I love you. Shut up, foo— I don't even love myself. …you told her?! I—yeah… What did she say?! She said “shut up, fool Been. Long time since I missed my exit HEY! [looks over slowly] I LIKE YOUR BALLS. [beat] [thumbs up] How do I not have “throwing elbows?!” BECAUSE YOURE NOT DOING YOUR JOB! Shut up, Jeff COME TO THE DARK SIDE WE HAVE COOKIES Half of Hollywood shows up at Joel's super nerdy Star Wars party The truth comes in glimpses; A shattered reality Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity— Actress, an actress; She laughs when she has to, l l l And last to leave, actually, After each practice Practice conspicuous, Conspiracy conspiracy Perspiration lyrics, affixed to the rhythms She sleeps at the regency, l Freedom for secrecy Believe, please believe me, my love l It was easy The truth comes in glimpses; A shattered reality Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity— Actress, an actress; She laughs when she has to, l l l And last to leave, actually, After each practice Practice conspicuous, Conspiracy conspiracy Perspiration lyrics, affixed to the rhythms She sleeps at the regency, l Freedom for secrecy Believe, please believe me, my love l It was easy Sunni BLU Tweety bird Mickey Mouse Betty boop I woke up like this But a little different I woke up a star Then became a planet I'm a hummingbird, but I don't like flying I might look alright, But I feel like dying I hate waking up at 5 am Just to be the first one at the gym I don't wanna do that shit again— Well, I might as well just stay up! I hate waking up at 5 am Just to take my goddamn medicine, but If I don't I'll feel like shit— Well, I might as well just stay up! I might as well just stay up! This is a recipe for disaster. No, this is a recipe for Skrillex. Oh. This is the recipe for disaster. Thanks, Dillon Francis. FOR WHAT? I remember the moment I became partially deaf. Or at least, in the synesthetic sense. Dillon Francis is delicious Come on let me lick it on a stick Give it to me like a big Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Sample: Willy winks* ITS WILLY WONKA Lol are we still doing the bit where the misspellings are like a, another entirely different dimension? Yeah. Haha. Yeah. —and the chocolate factory “Lick an orange. It tastes like an orange. The strawberries taste like strawberries! The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!” KATT WILLIAMS IS— WILLY WONKA. Oh hell naw! Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, don't look at me— Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing Don't know what you mean You don't even see me; I ain't even here! Invisibility, The MVP or VIP. It don't mean nothing Don't look at me! Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing, Hey, Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, man, I'. The life of the party I do know what you mean! Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing I don't know what you mean— Hey, I ain't see nothing, nope Don't look at me I could get some work in; I got 12 minutes, God as my witness I work on my fitness And listen to — Simple Temptations and limited Intervals, Quick algorithmics, And tentative frequencies No more mentions for attention whores Like Kayla Lauren! I promise that's my last one, That bitch is boring, I'm not sorry but I'm soarin on my suorin While you're snoring on my metamorphosis Imm getting sworn in Don't look at me; I'm just a DJ, don't look at me— Shaking my head, but it don't mean nothing Don't know what you mean You don't even see me; I ain't even show up to work this week OG VIP ASAP MVP It don't mean nothing I'm just a DJ Don't look at me —- Hey Mr. wedding ring— I'll buy you a drink, You know, Like an old cream soda. Or a float, You can drink in the bucket seat Tell me, Mr. Wedding ring Do you have everything you need? I don't envy anything besides your energy and symphonies, Please Excuse this phony boner, I don't know if you're alone If this is Homer, I'm a poet, though— And not a poser Hey, Do you suppose you know the code For doors that open up; I walk a lonely road, But Frog and Toad are old And told me you'd be there to show me (Whatever) Woah Where am I supposed to go from here I'm nowhere, dear I'm Alice lost in wonderland And all her friends— Even the one in red Who wants her head (Where'd that come from) Yo! It's a real bad acid trip, I can't get a grip on reality Can't get off the grid at random, If you're being tracked By the feds and fandom Woah. I may be one of the greatest writers in history But will you remember me? My ex gets Under my skin with Champion fashion; It's in bad taste But I haven't had my own bathroom In half a millennium Im under persenium arches Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall Are you ip yet? I'm still enthralled with this story But yo! (Where's Unaavvi at) I haven't been to a show (Where's the party at) I should be gripping a pole (Where is Cardi at) But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow! Fuck New York when it's cold And it's always cold in New York When you don't know nobody And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby Counting the robbers and gobblins A D Whitney's and Bobby's The ghosts and the zombies Everything hurts But everything heals, with time// Whatever that is; And whatever that means, It's means to an end, if you let it be So let it be But, it persists in lettering me; He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams I think I really need him, or something Or anyone, or anybody Anything, or something Anybody, anybody Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. Souls— So long, So gone, Almost The time has come to walk The time has come again to rise, Rise up The time has come to walk, come on The time that's come is ours, From now on Give me time to walk, An Hour or so A trot, the fox Time to run An hour or nothing The founder of the establishment The Tower of Babel Another arrangement The flounder, the fox, the horse Come one, come all, Come one, come now The walk or a run A gallop, or trot— the horse A crown for a gallon of water A gallon of water A gallon of water I know who you are my son; Come one, come all Come mother, come father Come dog, and come brother A sister, another All for a walk in the park I lost it All for a gallon of water A gallon of water Souls— So long, So gone, Almost The time has come to walk The time has come again to rise, Rise up The time has come to walk, come on The time that's come is ours, From now on Sonny left you out in the cold Sonny doesn't know what to do Sonny gotta very old soul, so Sonny's done away with the truth Sonny didn't open any doors Sonny's always sitting in the booth Sonny isn't coming for you, poor Sonny's so in love with Sunni Blu So be Sunni Blu So be Sunni Blu You'll see Sonny soon The universe is split into two, you know Who are you? (I told you) What do you do? (I just want to make music) So you do Don't go assuming you're consumed, dude Just renew You're a renewable Don't be confused if confucius say “Hey, just play to the tune “ Get a mop and a broom And a mic and a boom Rent a room somewhere for a month or two Just don't be stupid Cupid's run out of room So Sonny's just a man that I love Sonny means less, but he does too much Sonny's just human Sonny's got proof that Once you've got money, It's all for amusement Just be Sunni Blu, kid I should have kissed him. Flashback: Montage—Season 6 V.O. I have a massive headache. I can't stop thinking about Dillon Francis. I'm hungry but haven't been to the gym and don't want to risk getting fat; All my extra smalls fit, but my butt is getting bigger. My new job's alright, but I feel like a loser. LA broke is better than regular broke, but it would be nice not to be in debt. I feel like I need a hug or a really good fuck or maybe both and then a cuddle. I can't sleep and I hate all my roommates for just existing. I think I might be getting sick just from being around other people too much. I spent like $200 on protein and left almost all of it in Las Vegas. LA Fitness sucks but it's better than nothing; I really miss Equinox. It doesn't seem like anybody really cares about me. I'm Lonely all of a sudden. I've really been craving pancakes. A lot. Sometimes it seems like everything I've written is just a waste of time. I can't stop thinking about sex. Sometimes I think about sex with Dillon Francis. Skrillex isn't real. Nothing I seem to do adds up. I'm a loser. I keep checking my emails like something is going to change. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to be famous— I'm still hungry and thinking about a late night walk to LA Cafe; I really like their tater tots. I miss being a mom. Still thinking about LA CAFE but I already had Tocya Orgánica because the juice bar was closed when I got off work. I just want someone to love me. I thought I sold my soul but I still need love so I know it's still in there somewhere. I literally spend every day working just to pay for a room to share with four people. I almost had confidence before the Australian man came along. It's weird to think about how everything I've written is just sitting in my Google documents doing nothing. All the jobs I actually want to do are for people with beautiful bodies and mine is disgusting. There's No Rick and Morty with no Justin Roiland. There's No Pirates of The Caribbean with No Johnny Depp. There's no room for reality in Hollywood. {Drill Music Playing} EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES. NIGHT DRAKE BELL enters the SMOKE SHOP Enter The Multiverse L E G E N D S The Legend of… “Looking Back” All of a sudden—or maybe, even, not so suddenly—I was Clark Kent—or whatever Superman's name was. I had been without contacts or glasses for quite some time, and had quite explicitly in one of my many letters to God—or really any holy power in a realm which might have received my charred requests—all the things I needed, and some of the things I very badly wanted—tightly bundled and wax-sealed with intention for nothing besides that of the greater good, or course, for myself or anyone else—set ablaze in the unforgiving streets of New York City, in secrecy at odd hours of the night; it hadn't been my actual intent to have to practice any magic at all, especially under the circumstances, and it seemed that someone nearly unmentionable at all, had hexed a nasty attack on my psyche—a satanic, demonic possession of the weak and feeble bodies around me, and unable to isolate in completion, I had become vulnerable to such a wicked curse that it had altered my psychic morality—as one does not practition a counter-curse or attack, in my own medicinal expertise, without first being provoked—as one military typically mustn't bomb another, or even it's own enemy without being first considerably attacked—and it was, at this point, indeed a terrible holy war. I had at the very least been able to return to regular gym sessions, though still not training as thoroughly as before; I had allowed myself to gain quite a bit of weight over the period of just a couple weeks, eating for the most part what I wanted out of comfort, especially having nearly starved and defaulted into severe malnutrition after eating nothing but bananas for a period which lasted something like three weeks—and without adequate protein intake, I had l lost quite a bit of muscle, not that, for the most part, the muscles that I had been building weren't there—in fact, I found myself, at least as of late, looking like any retired or untrained athlete that had let themselves gain atop the muscle they had built—fat now sitting on top of my larger muscles and making the weight gain look and feel even more hideous, and after several days of at least regular lifting and sauna, I still didn't feel like running, which would alleviate most of the gain mo

Hey, Do you suppose you know the code For doors that open up; I walk a lonely road, But Frog and Toad are old And told me you'd be there to show me (Whatever) Woah Where am I supposed to go from here I'm nowhere, dear I'm Alice lost in wonderland And all her friends— Even the one in red Who wants her head (Where'd that come from) Yo! It's a real bad acid trip, I can't get a grip on reality Can't get off the grid at random, If you're being tracked By the feds and fandom Woah. I may be one of the greatest writers in history But will you remember me? My ex gets Under my skin with Champion fashion; It's in bad taste But I haven't had my own bathroom In half a millennium Im under persenium arches Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall Are you ip yet? I'm still enthralled with this story But yo! (Where's Unaavvi at) I haven't been to a show (Where's the party at) I should be gripping a pole (Where is Cardi at) But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow! Fuck New York when it's cold And it's always cold in New York When you don't know nobody And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby Counting the robbers and gobblins A D Whitney's and Bobby's The ghosts and the zombies Everything hurts But everything heals, with time// Whatever that is; And whatever that means, It's means to an end, if you let it be So let it be But, it persists in lettering me; He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams I think I really need him, or something Or anyone, or anybody Anything, or something Anybody, anybody Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Hey, Do you suppose you know the code For doors that open up; I walk a lonely road, But Frog and Toad are old And told me you'd be there to show me (Whatever) Woah Where am I supposed to go from here I'm nowhere, dear I'm Alice lost in wonderland And all her friends— Even the one in red Who wants her head (Where'd that come from) Yo! It's a real bad acid trip, I can't get a grip on reality Can't get off the grid at random, If you're being tracked By the feds and fandom Woah. I may be one of the greatest writers in history But will you remember me? My ex gets Under my skin with Champion fashion; It's in bad taste But I haven't had my own bathroom In half a millennium Im under persenium arches Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall Are you ip yet? I'm still enthralled with this story But yo! (Where's Unaavvi at) I haven't been to a show (Where's the party at) I should be gripping a pole (Where is Cardi at) But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow! Fuck New York when it's cold And it's always cold in New York When you don't know nobody And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby Counting the robbers and gobblins A D Whitney's and Bobby's The ghosts and the zombies Everything hurts But everything heals, with time// Whatever that is; And whatever that means, It's means to an end, if you let it be So let it be But, it persists in lettering me; He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams I think I really need him, or something Or anyone, or anybody Anything, or something Anybody, anybody Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Christopher Wilson, aka Riot Ten, exploded into electronic music at the age of 22 with his unique blend of dubstep, trap, and electro. Inking his first deal with DIM MAK Records in early 2017, Riot Ten's music has been supported and co-signed by the likes of DJ Snake, The Chainsmokers, Porter Robinson, Excision, Zed's Dead, Steve Aoki and many more. He has also released music on Interscope, Atlantic, Never Say Die, and Bassrush Records to name a few.  Riot Ten's 2016 single "F*ck It" topped the dubstep charts for many consecutive months and became a staple on The Chainsmokers "Memories Do Not Open" tour. This cross-genre success paved the way for "Rail Breaker", his 2017 global smash, to become one of the most recognizable and infamous dubstep songs of the decade. However, the El Paso, Texas native refused to rest on his laurels. Following this success, it was off to the races, officially, and it was only the beginning. Riot Ten put out his debut EP "The Dead" in 2018, which recorded a top 10 debut on the iTunes dance charts and a #1 Beatport top 100 spot. He went on to release 2 additional EPs in 2018 and 2019, securing his presence in some of Spotify's top electronic playlists, including Beast Mode, Hype, Fresh Electronic, and more. With an undeniable groundswell underway, and no signs of slowing down, Riot Ten was fast becoming a rising star in bass music. He has now recorded and released two albums since 2020, while simultaneously releasing a string of singles and EPs that would feature some of his most popular records to date, including “Hyphy”, “Mawlee”, “Don't You” and “Poppin”.  Since 2019, Riot Ten has headlined 3 international “Hype Or Die” tours, selling out shows across the globe, from North America to Australia and China. He has also made appearances at some of the top festivals in the world, including, but not limited to, Lollapalooza, Coachella, EDC Las Vegas, Electric Zoo, Lost Lands, Bass Canyon, Paradiso and more.  This episode was brought to you by VitaPlur & Lunchbox Packs. Lunchbox Packs is the original anti-theft hydration pack, purpose built for live events, festivals, and life adventures. Use code: "LIZZYJANE" (all caps) for 10$ off any hydration pack online and use code "LIZZYJ" for 5$ off any snackpack online. https://www.lunchboxpacks.com/ VitaPLUR E-Boost Gum is a first of its kind rave supplement that provides magnesium, electrolytes and antioxidants sublingually while you chew! With no pills to take or annoying powders to mix VitaPLUR E-Boost gum is the perfect complement to your active lifestyle. Use code: "LIZZYJANE" (all caps) at check out for 10% off any item at https://www.vitaplur.io/

Episode 136 of The Ravers Circle Podcast features hosts AJ Hollywood and Karizmatik discuss the aftermath of Ultra Miami and Beyond Wonderland SoCal. Other topics of discussion this episode include: Life is Beautiful 2023 lineup reveal, Bass Canyon 2023 lineup reveal, Skrillex announcing 2023 Red Rocks show, Liquid Stranger announcing 2023 Red Rocks show, and Griz announcing Grizmas in July.

Anita Rojo donned the Green Matter alias in 2019, after several years of cultivating a love ofbass music. This fiery passion was first sparked in 2012, when her sister took her to a Skrillexperformance. Ever since, Roja immersed herself into the bass music scene as a fan, but sheeventually grew a desire to contribute more to the community. She then dove headfirst into DAWs and dubstep production, finding her creative calling with the Green Matter project.The Latina artist shines unforgettably bright among the Denver, CO bass music scene. Green Matter stands as a bright neon bastion about the rest, attracting bass music fans of all genres.Her sound cross-pollinates the nostalgia of earlier dubstep and the constant innovation ofmodern bass production. Such talent impressed Circus Records, prompting them to release herremix of Conrank's “Simulation Breach.” Indeed, at just 21 years old, Green Matter found herplace within the densely saturated Denver scene and developed a sound to flatten the Rockies.Although she mingles with a fanbase of “Earthlings,” her live performances are interstellar. With the return of shows, she shattered speakers and expectations with her performance at Mission Ballroom alongside Bear Grillz. Not only that, but Green Matter eviscerated the Wakaan takeover in Denver, blasting bass with heavyweights including Redrum and fellow Electric Hawk artist, Common Creation. After winning the 2022 Excision Bass Music Initiative, Green Matter plans to abduct more Earthlings and rattle the Gorge with her Bass Canyon set. To learn more visit: http://bit.ly/3XAE9zS This episode was brought to you by VitaPlur. VitaPLUR E-Boost Gum is a first of its kind rave supplement that provides magnesium, electrolytes and antioxidants sublingually while you chew! With no pills to take or annoying powders to mix VitaPLUR E-Boost gum is the perfect complement to your active lifestyle. Use code: "LIZZYJANE" (all caps) at check out for 10% off any item at https://www.vitaplur.io/ For ad - free podcasts, exclusive content, one on one lessons, + more visit: https://www.patreon.com/thisislizzyjane

this is a cringeworthy read, i'm sure of it. {THE TIME CAPSULE] Here lies everything I won't delete, but wouldn't dare to publish (as of yet), and therefore banish to the land and/or realm of impossibility, where everything entirely consists of unimaginable, unfathomable, inconceivable, never-ever-happened ( or will) unexistence. Nothing Here Exists. Amen. (I didn't write this.) The Colenel's Jounal. “Would he be mad reading this shit? “ I mean. I have to step back at this point and admit to reading this shit to myself at this point, that... I stumbled upon an interview with none other than The Great Mike Tyson--who--if coincidences actually existed--coincidentally dated my mother oh-way-back-when. I remember the shenanigans she went through to get him to sign a pair of boxing gloves for an auction she hosted, once, when I was younger. For that, I've always gotten a little chuckle, whenever I've randomly ended up watching something. Dude is funny. As for other dude? I'm so lost. It's almost like Insomniac (or whoever) can read my thoughts--or at the very least, my text messages. It's been a year of strangeness, and I'm now more lost than found. Why is Pasqualle so strangely familiar? What is this connection, i'm missing? Who am I, if not S U P A C R E E? I'm aware of my cosmic insignificance, my societal displacement. I am nothing useful that I know of, but it seems so that I've been being followed. So maybe he's not a white supremacist, after all...he seems to love as much as I do--if not more. So, that one's my fault, as everything is. I wonder if the window of opportunity has truly closed. I wonder what to make of all this, at all. I'm so, so confused, and so lost, and so… ...confused... First, I levitated. Still can't get over that (literally) Then....everything else. Literally everything else. From playing drums at Ruskos set, to weirdly making my way to Excision, just “following a vibe”--my failed suicide attempt, and running away to Bass Canyon where, everything in my reality officially shattered. Now, here I am...about to be homeless, jobless, and lost in love. I can't shake it off anymore, I can't let it go. My brain's wrapped around all of it, all the time. Prayers, Mantras, Methods. I'm driving myself crazy trying to wish away the pain. I need to be...need to be… … Needed. Bearr needs me. Sometimes, in all the pain--I fail to see that. But he does--and if I can't make it in show business...how are we meant to survive? There's no room for depression and poverty in motherhood. After losing the twins...I just can't. I can't be sad and parent at the same time. And, maybe that makes me weak. Maybe it makes me stupid. Maybe I've just had enough. But there's nothing I wouldn't give just to know that there's love, somewhere out there for me. Is it selfish that that's all I want? I think i'm a good person, but maybe i'm wrong. I can account for hundreds of premonitions, predictions, visions--outstanding sensitivity to energy...but how could I misread, and misjudge, so easily? Something inside me never really made it out of that tent. Then, going back--maybe it was all of me, that never made it out of that ambulance. Am I just the special kid in class--and it's obvious I've been left behind? When I hear myself speak aloudt, I wonder if I am retarded. I feel other people also wonder. Either way, how would anyone have known about my musical history so broadly, as it's been displayed? There's no going back from it. I can't go back to being a regular “Skrillex” fan. It's almost like...almost like I can't go back at all. And I miss that, a lot--just being able to be honest about what my taste in music is, who my favorite musician is…. I tense up when I hear the word “Skrillex”. In good company, I can shrug it off, I guess…. But on any regular day, it still feels deep. It doesn't leave my mind, ever. I can pretend to move on, but I can't unlove. I can't unlove. So, i'm two-for-two...three-for-three, if you count Josh Pan's video, where his face swells up and he turns into a reptile… I remember waking up for work with swollen eyes, and bulging, puffy skin...the way the spiral to insanity began...not with suicide, at all--at least, in the traditional sense. I was working 80 hours a week. I needed it--I needed out of my marriage. Pasqualle's sweater Sonny's Sweater, now falling apart--because, yes--I've worn it every day for nearly a year. A red, white, and blue blanket, reminding me of my presidential ambitions--which have since, not faded...but become realistically reflected with this sense that, I have much to fulfill between now-and-never. I'll only run for President if I can afford it. I can only afford it if I am successful in music. I found it heartwarming that Mike Tyson is so enamoured by the culture. To see him swell with joy, such as I have, upon discovering the world of raves. Apparently, there will be some kind of permanent Oasis, someday...I hope I live to see it. Better yet, I hope I live to play there. I want my chance on all the stages, as selfish as it may seem. To earn a place behind the decks, an unrealized dream. But, can I find it to become all that it takes? To read and move a room, to create and connect with people, live onstage. To inspire a crowd--telling a story with music. To give love, the best way that I can. I miss myself...but no I don't. I do miss never having to worry about whether I was too fat to be found attractive by someone I vehemently admire--but never thought about sexually, in all of the years i've loved watching him live. But, its a vibe. Much ado about Elon Musk. I'm not smart enough to become a rocket scientist--and it's too late for me to become an astronaut, as I once dreamed...but there's something in the space above us all, that seems to connect the space between us all--and it's almost as is the walls are caving in. Time and space continues to collapse upon itself. I might be broken forever...but then, I always was. Who'd have thought the Grand Prize for your third suicide attempt is a Skrillex? I'm cursed, in the way that...it won't fall off. My brain won't un-Sonny itself. I'm on default to give a fuck now, and there's no turning back. I guess this is what I get for hating on *fangirls*...now i am one. Problem is, I'm a lot less cute. How often does shit like this happen? There's hypnosis through music--and then there's losing your entire soul to something outside of yourself. Why and how am I so out of place, in this world? ‘You're too good for this world.' Nothing's been forgotten, it's just getting more suppressed. I can pretend to move on, but I won't. I just found the Holy Mecca of research for my weird, invasive project. Apparently DeadMau5 had some kind of comedy show, or something--called “coffee run” It seems to be about...2014, but haven't bothered to check yet--I'm sure, though that this predates the infamous ‘fued'. Blah blah blah--i'm learning too much about these people. People. Real people. ...was interrupted to watch the new episode of Rick and Morty; Lucky me. One half-hour and several belly-rolling laughs later, I'm back...with slightly more self confidence that, if The Heavens grant me whatever kind of combination of confidence and focus that it will take to bring the Festival Saga If nobody's sampled this video, I've stumbled upon a literal goldmine. Life imitates art--and music imitates music. “I love it when it's super sweaty.” (How do I resonate with this so well?) “ A Los Angeles Real Estate Guy In Torono”, says Dillon. “Yeah, there's a few of those.”, Joel recants, stoically. Now i'm watching people who never mattered on YouTube, in a finally “Sonny says…” If i can ever make my brain learn the magic that makes something like Ableton somehow turn into a banger. “Does he drive?!” I've wondered this myself. “I don't think he does.” I knew it. Dillon Francis' awkwardness is reminiscent of mine...again, here I am wondering...who I might be if I were born a white male--if nothing was changed, but the body. CRUSTPUNKS. How did I get here? Oh, yeah. I specifically opened an incognito window to...fuck it. I know what I'm here for. The thing is, I don't know what i'm blessed with. I don't know that i'm talented… It could all just be a Grand Delusion… Do I hate myself enough to try this? A movie where the entirety of the fabric of [my] universe is music, and the musicians that make it. A universe that already existed in the Multiverse of Rick and Morty, since it's strange inception into my being. Wait, how the fuck did I get here? I was already on a writing tangent Probably--I hate enough to “ i get to go home--not tomorrow, but the next day” This experience is becoming so humanizing. It is a job, this music shit--Touring takes you everywhere but home. What the fuck is ‘home?' Perhaps I am meant for this shit, after all. I don't have a home, anyway. I also don't have any music under my belt, but--with any luck, I can pump out the LP I promised my twins. Today Marks 5 years since Skyy passed away. May 23rd will be 2 years, since Phoenixx left us. It's not a good time of year, for grief. With no friends I can trust (Annie's Toxicity is again rearing its head), no family that loves me the way a family should...I find myself completely isolating from what Love is, almost forgetting what it might have felt like. “How often are you home?” “KAAAAHHHHHHHHHN” If i'm ever lucky enough to learn how to make Dupstep--that deserves to go before a fucking deadly drop. I've officially seen Skrillex more times in person than ever on video--which disincluded, of course, the tent incident--something I'm realizing that if I'm unable to catch up with myself in time, I'll have to live with forever. Can I answer my own prayers? At this point, i've given up any expectation of what it might be like to achieved enough to earn any kind of place in that world *their* world... 5/6/2020 Life is unfair sometimes. Like--do I want tacos, or divine inspiration? Do I put off fasting for yet another day, just for the temporary comfort and satisfaction of eating? Does limiting my eating to once every 24-hour-or-less suffice as enough of a self-sacrifice, that my prayers might be answered? I highly doubt that it is, but still--I often ride the line between just allowing myself to feel good when I can (and food does, make me feel so....so good) and remaining steady in my fasting. Then, it has been over 6 months of almost constant fasting and praying, all over someone I haven't properly met--all over myself. Because, the longer I stay in this mindset--the clearer it becomes that it is all the same. At the core, there's only really one thing in existence. Skyy will have passed away 5 years ago tomorrow. To think, I should have had 5-year-old twins. They would have been so beautiful; I've never quite imagined them so, umti now. I miss my babies so much. Will I ever be okay again? I thought to record a song for Skyy, but it would never be ready by tomorrow, in the perfect way that I would want it to be. I don't want to put out anything less than the best. I'm being as patient as I possibly can with teaching myself--but grow frustrated in my limitations. The only thing standing between me, and the tools I need to make the music I have...is me. (Really, it's money.) Lack of money is keeping me from being unstoppable. With unlimited money, I'd have a home--I could fully pay all 4-years of my tuition at UCLA….ny dream school. I'd study music, anthropology, astrology….maybe even engineering. I can't make myself prettier--but I can make myself smarter. Google University just isn't cutting it. I want to make a difference in the world by any means, and i'm trapped behind the gate of poverty. I just want a closet full of harem pants, chuck taylors, and T-shirts with stuff I like on them. I just want to wear my kandi every day. I just want to be behind the decks atop the stages of my favorite places… I want to be someone's favorite DJ. I want to be one of my favorite DJ's favorite DJ I, I, I… How selfish. What does the world need? Less people. Well, i'm honestly one-less, I guess, if I can;t make it in music, in art. If I can't make a decent living just by being myself...i'm not meant to live at all. That much is true--no life worth living includes waking up every day to go to a job I hate, that barely pays my bills. No life is worth living that Something strange happens to me when my favorite people go ‘live' on instagram Social Media, a young demon with whom I constantly evade, when I am not forcibly fighting to fit the status quo (which, I cannot.) Watching my social media right now is like the digital equivalent of “You can't sit with us.” I've grown attached to OWSLA like some sort of distant, imaginary family--only, I know this is something I've just embedded into my mind--the ultimate wishful thinking. Everything I do seems fragile, as if the grid I had discovered not only exists in the outer world, but also my inner--that everything I do, think, say, sing, speak makes a difference in what will happen moving forward. Reawakening my center has been difficult, saying the very least--I am almost paralyzed by negativity--made catatonic through senses with which I cannot control; My ‘home' life has become a hell where i'll-spirits and pitiful thoughts are cast about me--in reality, I have no home. In truth, I'm unsure that I have any purpose, either. It's all been bothering me… Now it's something that just hurts, like everything else. Add to the pain, subtract from willingness to live. Add to the trauma, subtract from the motivation to succeed. How much of my fault is this? Who did it? What is it for? Amongst the most otherworldly of theories, the possibility that extraterrestrials had actual involvement in removing Sonny from wherever he was supposed to be (Burning Man, albeit) and placing him where I was. I've wondered how else the dancing shadows cast against the canvas of the tent were so perfectly made-- ancient egyptian prophecies foretold as a light show, in the moments leading up to the one where the entirety of my being was shifted, in an instant. I dreamed of a B2B with Skrillex, and instead got a face-to-face with Sonny Moore. One, apparently, does not quite equal the other. Eight (or so) months later, and I've filtered through all the stages of grief--for all of the ways I had to lose him--as much as one could be lost, without actually dying. But, perhaps I am dead. My soul and spirit at least, are trapped, and tainted torturously from all I've come to gather. Running into the night, like a bat fresh out of hell, away from the visions I was forced to have from our exchange-- I can only imagine, had I acted any differently and stayed, rather than fled what else I may have seen. In only the few short moments we shared together...I was able to see more of his life than for anyone I've ever ‘seen' for, besides myself. To have, after only a few moments--seen both backwards into his past--and forwards into a seemingly shared future of some sort. I don't know what else to call this creepy psychic shit, other than “seeing”. To even call myself a “seer” would be a heavy title, I'd be too uncomfortable to claim. Still, vivid memories of the dude's past--and chilling premonitions of the future, have left me disgustingly sick with a concern that wholly did not exist, beforehand. But, when faced with the question: “What would it be like to actually lose him?” I fucking lost it. I've never taken well to celebrity deaths--perhaps, overly sensitive in ways that suite absolutely nobody--I just so happen to have fallen apart numerous times, upon learning of the passing of those i've long cherished. I collapsed fully at Michael Jackson's passing, scrolling through the African TV channels in disbelief, as I desperately searched for a News Channel in English to confirm that it was indeed, true. This was, of course, a couple years after I cried for hours with Back to Black on repeat in the wake of Amy Winehouses' death--going even further back, I can recall arguing with a classmate that Steve Erwin, another hero, was brave--rather than ‘stupid', and undeserving of his untimeley demise. A special place lies in my heart for the day I remember losing Robin Williams-- a weird memory which collides in the now, with my affinity for Skrillex music and the strange outer connectivity my emotions seem to have in the passing of those I wholeheartedly admire; I've shed tears for Whitney Houston, Prince--I've shed tears for all of them. But none so much as for Skrillex, who is [surprisingly] still alive… And I'm mad about it. I'm mad about it, because I was [partially] happy in my place, as a fan. I wasn't even the best fan, or the biggest fan (metaphorically speaking--physically, though--I probably hold a record of some sort.) I wasn't following his social media--I wasn't following his anything, honestly. I was just crossing my fingers that with every lineup released, I might find the name “Skrillex” plastered to the top of it, or standing out broadly against the other ‘S' names, if alphabetically presented. I'm mad about it, because I hate myself. I've been hating myself my entire life. But i've never hated that I loved Skrillex--in fact, I've always been quite proud, having watched the project skyrocket, as EDM penetrated pop-culture in the years following my college endeavors. Never really thought to think that at any point, we might be equals. We're not--outwardly, anyway. Inwardly, though? Fuck me. It's like I'm bound to it by the roots of the Tree of Life. Like something in my DNA was activated by an overabundance of Skrillex. I've undoubtedly, and by far crossed the threshold of having listened to 10,000 Hours of Skrillex, guaranteed. No calculations needed. Still, there are perhaps millions of others who share the same affinity--and at least a few thousands who are more outwardly obsessive than in. It works, when I need to know something I'd rather just ask Sonny myself, but can't--there's always a kid in the fan pool who has been quick to find whatever information I'm looking for, long, long before I've come to look for it. Poor guy. For almost an entire year, that's all I've really been able to think. ‘Poor guy.' Because, if the roles were reversed--and for whatever reason I decided to make my way into someone's tent at a music festival (I wouldn't) and I scared them into a shock, resulting in them fleeing away from me--I'd feel like shit. And, if I had been touring my entire life and watched the culture grow and morph into the nearly unmanageable able monster it has become--i'd feel like shit. If I had to watch an ambulance cart away someone in the crowd during one of my sets, I'd feel like shit. If I had to do a live set while I felt like shit, I'd feel like shit. and ...if some random fan fell head over heels in love with me, simply because I crawled into her tent, or made really good music, or made her feel some kind of way… I'd feel like shit. And that shit probably happens all the time. It's been 10 long years for me, with Skrillex-- but I can't imagine how long the last 10 years have been, as Skrillex. Now I think about all the shit DJs go through, being DJs….what's more, I've had to give in-depth thought to what it means to be a celebrity at all--what it might be like to have someone grow an obsession over you--unprovokingly. Although my ‘obsession' for this particular person can't technically be considered ‘unprovoked' (I was minding my own business, after all--and Skrillex was not on the lineup.) I can't help but feel for those in the limelight whose charisma and talent combined attract every type of creeper imaginable. I'm just the kind of creeper that wants to make music; any previous searches as an attempt to ‘get to know' Skrillex, previous to last August, originated in attempting to comprehend how to create such organic sounds--exploring and studying how intricately layered and carefully arranged each of my favorite sounds and songs were made. Piecing together how exactly an artist like such, had become as such. Now, i'm just entangled in self-doubt, as it seems the entire next generation is equipped with whatever skillset it takes to become an electronic musician. Self-doubt, as I fear that my body weight intimidated him as much as his presence intimidated me. Again: All me. All bad. I've nowhere to turn to to unleash this shit--it has to be a secret-- and even letting it slip to Annie in the isolation of the aftermath has felt like a mistake, since I allowed it to happen. Can I keep a secret? Ha. There are things that only I know, certainly. The premonition I did subtly speak of, I refused to unearth in detail, even to Annie. The other visions I was made to have, still my own secret; I've begun to wonder if, upon meeting Sonny, I would keep it to myself; I suppose that would depend on nature and context. But, I think about it every day. It is my first thought upon waking up, my final thought before coming to rest--it has permeated into the only dreams I ever have anymore--crowds my semi-waking thoughts as I toss-and-turn throughout the night; the amount of energy exchanged, the amount of concern that consumes me....lets me know that it is all apart of something far beyond my comprehension, far beyond my senses...far beyond any understanding of the universe that I may have. And, it hurts. As bad as it is for me, it's probably worse for him--IF he remembers any of it. Then, probably a seasoned drinker (lol, “probably”) There's a good chance that, well-- he does remember. Oh God no. If I could motion to be erased, I would. I've been trying to erase myself for the better part of a year, including and certainly not limited to August 4th--an attempt I can stand to think I had not fully recovered from by the time it all happened. What the fuck did happen? Though it can't be denied that each of us possesses some kind of magic--the origins of mine can be traced back, at least on one side. Powers I was ‘born with', as told by my father--something I only believed until I was old enough that it didn't make sense--and something I was forced to recognize once I was old enough that it did. I want to know what exactly it is that ties us... Where this love--which is what it is, undeniably-- originates. I've spent the better part of the last year praying and meditating, and attempting to loosen the knots in my stomach enough to self-soothe enough to settle that, at worst-- Sonny was just being a pretty white boy, looking for a good time--and I just became a victim by knowing how to have one. Alternately--how fuck fuck would he even know I exist? As i've stated, I was the epitome of a silent Skrillex fan, prior to all these spectacular occurrences. I may have, at some point online--said something about Skrillex being my Spirit Animal… (still true) But can't imagine what else might have been garnered in my attainable, tangible history, which would alert him of my existence at all. Then, with all the money in the world, you truly can do anything… And that's what I hate in all this. Him--having all the money in the world, and me, having none… The very thing that separates us from settlement, myself from closure. Really, the only thing I want. Closure. ‘I got love, fuck your money.' Sonny can be anyone--he's earned that right. He can be with anyone--deservingly so. I want for him the very best--and, knowing that I am not (physically, anyway) am dismissive of any judgement cast. I wouldn't want me, either--looks matter, I know. I just want to know what he means to me--in this lifetime, in this realm, in this reality. I didn't have to be moved from where I was to be inspired by him--I just always was. I didn't have to think about being attracted to him--I just always was. I didn't have to think about being connected through the music--I just always was. And it all came crashing down in a tent, at the bottom of the rabbit hole--where I lost my mind--after having already lost my soul, to something beyond the senses, long ago. I committed wholly and permanently to making music when Phoneixx died, almost 2 years ago. The point was never to sound like Skrillex, but rather to be like Skrillex, as an artist--but, after much speculative examination--I guess, I always was. I lost myself in the early days of Myspace. From First To Last rang through the hallways of my middle school's corridors. Chiodos carried me through the days of wrist-cutting and air-dust huffing, through the days of binging-and-purging, wishing I was prettier--and in the height of all that is the drama of living in my very own Teenaged Wasteland… The Rocket Summer was handed to me by the hands of an angel, as I transitioned out of awkward adolescent depression and into an almost-well-adjusted life at a performing arts school, as an aspiring musician, singer, dancer and storyteller… The dream that carried me out of Utah, and into the Heart of Hollywood at the age of 16… The dream I thought died, long ago. When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? Billie Ellish's spirit collided with mine, as the first time I heard her voice, I shattered inwardly, and shivered in the resonance that is the understanding of pain, born undoubtedly in love; I shuddered to think that someone so young could feel so devoid of the willingness to live, to move onward. My response upon first experiencing her music, of course, a genuine “...Is she ok?” Three little words. I tend to really mean them, any time I ask. “Are you OK?!” I blurted, as my entire self exploded into shock, as I immediately recognized the face I've known for years--and looked through the widened eyes of one so now devastatingly human--to something inside of myself. Something about my voice shifted him; He became a mirror for all my pain, all my doubt--all the shame I have, for all that I am-- my demons came straight to the surface. Voiceless, now, and shielded in the fetal position, we faced each other silently. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm Sorry.', I thought loudly, as I lay panicking. I stared down into my chest, ashamed to be anything but invisible, thoughts racing. I dare not lift my head to look at him. My heart pounded, as I lay screaming silent apologies for my appearance--for my very presence, for my own existence. I couldn't process his presence in my reality. Choking back tears, I tried not even to so much as breathe, as I silently apologized for being born--and though I wanted nothing more than to reach out to hold him, I lay all-but-lifelessly--wondering what went so wrong that he would seek to find me. The familiar smell of liquor permeated the air, as my heart sank, throbbing as it pounded...I know an alcoholic, when I smell one. I did actually wonder if he was okay....(and I've been wondering daily, ever since.) But clearly, he wasn't okay. Clearly, I wasn't. Clearly, nobody's ok. He slipped his praying hands between my thighs, as I died inside--and all my outer senses blended to become all, and nothing at once, again. Exit Skrillex, Enter Sonny. How does a mere peasant earn a spot in the company of the Highest Priest? I've not bargained with the Devil, but begged the Heavens that my life would end before his...the First Fast emerged as a direct result of self-sacrifice; To serve as a protection against misjudgement--to realign my soul with it's true intensive purpose--in hopes that my body would shrink to form something suitable. The memory of his hands between my thighs, a haunting reminder that--I just may be too big for him… The reality is...of all that I am, and all that I have, and all that I wish to be...it just may be that--he's too big for me… metaphorically speaking. I'll have to become a damn-near Superstar, just to get to know the people--that know the people--that know the people, that know people who can connect me to Sonny, on any level. I'll have to get in line behind millions of other hopeful DJ's, producers, singers, dancers, songwriters--hundreds of thousands of entertainers who might kill-or-die to get to know Skrillex in any way-shape-or form. Romantically, I'd be competing against at least a million perfect-bodied beauty-queen fangirls who would do anything--and I mean anything--for their shot at Skrillex. The truth is, I'm not trying to get to know Skrillex; The truth is, i'd rather know Sonny. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, right?) I don't question at all our potential compatibility; there's no doubt in my mind that there's some chemistry between us--be it of ancient origin, an extra terrestrial genetic code, or otherwise...but I'd bet any money I actually had, that someone as highly regarded as Skrillex would be ridiculed, trolled, and tremendously hated by many, many fans--for associating with someone like me. I don't even know if it's like that--but, again--crawling into someone's tent is...kind of intimate. What in Heavens would one want with me, when he could have perfection-- Absolute perfection? I kind of get it. I'm used to being fetishised. I've always been the black girl who liked white guys--I've lead a life that's made it easy to learn that Jungle Fever is often taboo among the White Caucasion men who find black women attractive enough to fuck--but would never want to “date” us, or bring us home. I've learned that--at the end of the day-- most white guys, want white kids--even if they like to fuck black girls. Then, there's the added bonus of some genetic flaw which has allowed my body to at one point, have ballooned up to 380 pounds-- a body which, even after a 200+ pound weight loss, would disgust anyone with eyes, in what most would consider “cute rave attire”. And, although shrinking from a size 28 to a size 10 is somewhat of a ‘grand' achievement, I look like an asymmetrical potato sack with my clothes off. If there's anything I know about men--and especially the affluent ones--they love to have trophies to showcase. I've yet to see a body like mine on the red carpet, or as arm candy--or as the leading lady, anywhere. No, there's no such thing as a fat Cinderella. Still, he's one of the most handsome creatures i've ever seen-- undoubtedly one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet. I will continue to love what I know of him wholly and unconditionally. On my best days, I even hope to live long enough, and well enough to have the honor of properly meeting him. Never could I have the courage to ask him on a date--nor would I subject him to the cruelty of the outer world by alluding to the fact that he may, in fact be someone more important to me, than as just a musician--as with anyone i've ever loved, I only want for him the best. On my worst days, The Devil assures me that it was Annie he was really looking for, who he may have seen me with at the plethora of festivals we attended together last year--or perhaps, even Idania, who was supposed to have been there with me…and it would make sense. The Devil also constantly reminds me of how much prettier they both are than me--and better in every way. But, it was long ago that I came to terms with the fact that anyone who might come to love me--would also love Annie and would love her more thoroughly--her, having the more attractive body and face, being more ideally pretty. Standing next to Annie, I always lose. Even on a good day. All this, I can be sure to cast aside, however--because at the very best--he was looking for me, and everything between then-and-now builds into something of substance or significance… and at worse, my favorite figure in music absolutely hates me, and regrets my existence as much as I do. Either way, Skrillex hits hard any time of the day, any day of the week. And… Either way, Sonny hits home, all day, every day--until I can manage to learn to speak. Eight pages later, and it still hurts. Eight pages, and i'm still mad. I'm still crying. I'm still useless. I'm still stuck. Stuck on stupid. Stuck on Sonny. Stuck on Skrillex. Just… Stuck. And it hurts. 5/5 Another day. Nothing makes me hate myself more than waking up. ‘Don't look at the phone.' instructions, handed to me some time ago by the Divine--since then, I make it a point not to look at my phone, if I can help it, before I've sat up to pray, and meditate. Lately, I've been unable to relax at all enough to focus on a proper meditation, before realizing my actual self-worth (nothing), and falling into the depressive non-motion that has been me. How many evil men will it take being caught in the midst of, will it take for me to realize that I've been allowing myself to painfully absorb their essences, even without a single touch? Just living here alone has set me further back from my goals than I was--then--I'm beginning to feel that my ‘roomate' may have ties to White Supremacy; the evidence does just keep on building. It has occured to me that Jason's warning that Nick may be deep undercover for some Government agency is most likely true. Though I err on the side of not snooping through other peoples' things--I've happened to stumble across indicators which point to the likely case that he is, in fact, hired by the government or some other private entity--probably as part of some secret experiment, assigned to psycologically torture and disable mentally fragile individuals; It seems as though the experiement was designed in order to test morale, will power, self-control, and proper judgement-- tests which I've been concious of, but in the moment have not always cared about passing-or-failing. From the painful assortment of disgusting and obnoxious sounds make throughout the day, torturing me through unpleasant and peace-shattering sounds, left victimized by my synesthesia and recently pinpointed misophonia--or something similar...whatever it is that makes slamming doors, cabinets, and the items crashing to the floor after lazily being thrown across the room methods of torture. To the cavalcade of poisonous, sugary and addicted substances, which only seem to appear or are offered during crucial fasts--or, pushily and passive-aggressively left in my living space without asking whether or not i'd like any. Just left there, to be discovered upon finishing a shower, or returning from a nightly walk. And on days when I am actually hungry, or needing to eat? I am offered nothing. Only when I fast am I ever offered any sustenance. It says almost too much about my roomate as a person--to offer every time, or never at all would be acceptable, and understandable--but to only invite one to eat when one feels so ‘inclined' is beyond cruelty. It's privilege showing itself to be one of the only faces uglier than mine, that i'm aware of. While i've elected to use my headphones as a shield, life's not always easy immersed in a sound bath of isochronic tones and Theta Waves--and though it does excite me to have expanded my music library, with additions and updates I've been longing for ages-- it's almost more stressful to think about the amount of music that I don't have. Songs I would add to my “sets”, if you can call them that. If I can call myself a DJ--if I can call myself a person, anymore. Really, all I am is hurt feelings and trauma wrapped in flesh; I might be less of a person than I ever was, once. Everything costs--whether it be money, the world's currency--or time, the currency of the soul. Torturous is the life of an artist, who cannot herself make ‘art', as she sees fit. Everyone in Hollywood has a screenplay in their back pocket; Everyone in LA has a dream, two-to-three-jobs, and a side hustle--and me? I'm just learning to DJ to self-soothe, having given up hope of ever becoming anything greater than the happiest guest at the rave nearest you. It's harder than it looks….(or, maybe it isn't, and i'm just retarded.) Building a music collection worthy enough to grace the decks in any of my favorite venues, is an arduous task--maybe this is why all the popular DJs are pretty white boys--the proof is in the privilege. Money, money, money...I used to make plenty of it, and was always exhausted--now I make none, and am always exhausted. What's worth what cost? Time = Money. In LA, and in the world. But by anyone's definition--and especially mine--LA is the world. Or, at the very least, sets the tone for the world. Truly, nothing is free. DJing is more expensive than I could have ever imagined--once again, in any direction I turn, there's a ladder to climb. I've not got the time or energy left in my sadly depleting lifesource left to storm gates, crawling over heads and cutting down those in my way. While it's certain that ‘Competitive Greatness' is the key atop the Pyramid of Success, there are 14 other bricks below to lay the foundation of that which one might call success, to be garnered as imagined through the eyes of a man, anyway, who lived in the 1930's. John L. Wooden may have been right--and may still be right--if I were a standard male (we'll leave race out of it, for now…..for now.) Still, i've been using the Pyrimid of Success as a guidepost, in what it is exactly I may have to do, or be, in order to become something. Not even something great, just something. Perhaps, if I can make it to being something, eventually I might become someone. Oh, to be a person would be nice. For now, I'll just have to settle on tricking my useless sack of anatomy into being a DJ. There's nothing outside of it, anymore. Bass Canyon truly was my last rave--not that I enjoyed it, honestly. Though I've attempted to retrain my brain around the trauma which resulted from that weekend, it did serve as a turning point--a sort of going-away party, as I departed from my home as a no-holds-bar Kandi Kid. Happy Graduation, OG Raver! Little did I know that, with the multidimentionality of our universe, I would be presented, through the world of possibility--the ability to at least observe with the naked eye that there lie more beyond the decks-- a space that may have been made for me. I'll never forget the moment I knew I would be a DJ--or at least try, for the life (or the death) of me. Electric Daisy Carnival changed my life--an experience ten years in the making that catapulted me into the depths of my wildest dreams--unbeknownst to me that I hadn't yet the ability to swim, in such that is the tempest of my own subconscious mind. But--that part of this story deserves its own dedicated elaboration; For now, i'll only look back--and realize that it was there that I aligned with my highest self in the truest sense, that, at least then, I actually believed that I could become a top DJ. I've lost the flight to stay afloat in the salty sea that is the millions of other people trying to make it to the mainstages of our favorite places, and begun to sink into the reality of the entertainment industry as a whole...the reality of the world, as a whole anymore. Looking around at the world's top DJs is less encouraging and inspirational than it should be. Nearly every headliner looks like every kid who ever bullied me, every guy who ever turned me down--every kid hosting the party I wasn't invited to. As for the females of the bunch--I find it frustrating that not one yet has been of any color other than yellow--and even then--we all know the world's men love Asian women. While I can admire girls like Rezz and Allison Wonderland--I wonder what kind of career, if any, if either of them were black, or heavyset--or, my losing genetic combination: Both. Would a fat Allison Wonderland have ever made it into the industry? Would a black Rezz ever become a staple in bass music, and rave culture? If Softest. Hard had a pot belly, would she have been discovered? Then, there are up-and-comings beyond my complete comprehension--those who are visually appealing, but musically inept; I'll leave out any names, and still salute them--anyone who can wrap their brain around any standard DAW enough to make an entire song, is absolutely more talented, definitely more intelligent than I am. [I'm not.] But, I can't help but wonder: How easy was it for any of them, being so pretty, to learn to do what they do--just by being kind and asking a friend for help to learn production? In so many years of raving, I've watched beautiful girls get pulled backstage--and even pulled on stage, to connect with the artists and VIPs. I've been brought to tears as I've watched rude girls with porcelain faces caked in makeup be lifted over rails into the promised land, picked to be plucked by just her eyes and smile combined with the perfection of a flat and flawless stomach. Pretty girls always get priority. Me? Well, I get the dead eyes of the drunken DJ, staring down at me through his whiskey glass, as he beckons the stagehands to assist the perfect-bodied princess backstage...but i'm only front-and-center so I can feel the music move, and watch all the energy bounce around, matching the movement of the expert's hands on deck, to the waves of sound colliding with the rest of the world. True, my mind might wander to what wonderful experiences await the perfect princess, as she disappears behind the decks, into a world i've yet to know, but only seen: The life I know exists beyond the rails, beyond the decks...the world I can only wish to build, for myself. Big ugly black girls don't get pulled backstage. Big ugly black girls are token ancillary characters, it seems, in the plot which writes the story of the modern rave. In a sea of new-generation ravers raised by Kim Kardashian and YouTube makeup tutorials--left lost in a torturous chamber of perfection--women who can wear anything, beautifully. Women who get whatever they want, whenever they want--because they know they can; 10's, to my -3. Bottom Line: Looks matter, until all the men in the world go blind. Sad-but-true. I move not to objectify the women whose music and movement through the clearly sexist music entertainment industry. God only knows how hard each of them has worked to earn a spot so highly ranked amongst those to whom we all admire--the legends, the greats. Each woman behind the decks has become a reflection of everything I wish I ever was--but also a painful reminder of everything that I am not. Of every girl i've ever come behind. Perhaps, this is the result of growing up the as the only ‘black girl', in the backwards, racist po-dunk town I was transplanted into: A place where I spent years constantly being told, taught, and trained that it was more admirable to have light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes...then again, The Media has always done a particularly good job at creating and maintaining what the ideal beauty standard should be, or is--and an excellent job of perpetuating stereotypes. People never expect me to sound how I do, or to like what I like--because it's “white people stuff”; and ten years ago when I discovered raving, there wasn't another black girl (or boy!) in sight for miles, at any rave I went to. I was the oddity, the token--the “what the fuck” person, in an already entirely what-the-fuck place. Fast Forward to 2020: My Freshman Year as a DJ. And...as it appears, the world behind the decks is just as non-diverse as the dancefloor was when I first began this escapade through the world of immersive music. Do I want to be the first ethnically-bred Female DJ to reach the top? OF COURSE. Can I? It's not up to me. Now I'm confusededly caught in the web that is rumours circulating of an ongoing race-war, and wondering if I've been left to die smack-dab in the middle of it. Amongst currently living with a white supremacist (or, extremely ignorant and culturally intolerant biggoted racist at the very, very least.), it seems that White Superiority may be a driving theme amongst the Electronic Music Industry--that maybe the world I've rather grown up in, and come to love has more twists, turns, and dark alleys to look through than the obvious ‘secrets' that loom in the world of rave. All seeing is the eye that watches over all. Insomniac's crew is among one of the least racially diverse I've ever seen--if I were Pasqualle, I might think to at least try to make it look as though there were a plethora of ethnic backgrounds who work together to tie the knot holding together the world's biggest metaphorical kandi: Insomniac, the Kingdom of Mainstream rave culture. A global endeavor. I wonder how many i've come to admire--Pasqualle included-- are actually White Supremacists, masquerading in the power of positivity and their corporate capitalism, true beliefs and intentions. My curiosity about the man himself peaked during EDC weekend, after stumbling into sign after sign, symbol after symbol--of something I've aspired [in the past] to commit to, but also am wearlily aware of its adversity towards that of my kind; being firstly female, and secondly partially black. Now, I wonder--am I even allowed to enter into the world beyond the decks--or is that preserved for only women with perfect bodies, fair skin--attractive individuals? Does it belong only to those with money? Is there any possibility that there may be room for someone like me to enter the scene--or may only pretty girls with pretty bodies and pretty hair be allowed in the backstage world? Really, I just want to perform. I miss myself as a dancer, as a musician--as an actor, all together. I still wish I had continued on this path a decade ago, when--though weighing over 300 pounds--my confidence at least existed. Teaching myself to DJ has been one of the hardest things i've ever done; I don't know if I'm retarded, but I'm beginning to consider attempting to see someone for some kind of screening. If Paris Hilton can DJ, why is it so hard for me? If Sonny can dink around on a computer with a blown speaker, call himself ‘Skrillex' and make some of the world's most intricate music since that of Beethoven-- why can't I do the same? What makes the difference in all these YouTube tutorials telling me how to do it--and me actually being able to do it? What is it, that's wrong with my brain? But, it's all i've wanted for over a year--to be a DJ, at least. I've always been a musician; It's just been a stop-and-go, allowing for the rest of what has been my life to pass through between the times I could make music, and couldn't. I wish I had the positive support it takes to have encouraged me forward on the path I was already on, since I was 13--instead, I was told I was too fat (and too black) to succeed in the way I wanted to. 10 Years later and Lizzo is at the top of her game, while I beat myself up for losing at mine. Never could I have imagined a world where i'd see an album cover like hers; upon seeing it, I was not only shocked, but enraged: She was everything I was told I could not be. And the Truth Is: more than likely, someone told Lizzo the same thing I was told, and the difference is-- she didn't believe them, and kept moving forward. The difference is: She believed in herself, and loved herself enough to keep trying. The difference is, that everything I needed, I already had--I just never believed it to be so. I'm proud of her...but insanely jealous. My inner child cries “That should have been me.” Truth Hurts. There's more to it, than that; Envy lives in the cavernous pits deep within the confined Hell that is my subconscious mind--and--as the world begins to close in on itself, as consciousness continues expanding, I find myself fighting against the worst of my woes daily. Nowhere can I go without meeting a flawless, forward-figured, and facially exquisite female--rather than submit to catty jealousness, I have learned to admire and nod or bow as a gesture that I am a lesser creature. So now i'm left to wonder as I self-teach myself a trade, if my aspirations may ever be achieved, without possessing any outer beauty. All that's left in the world for me, now, is to become my own favorite DJ. (A title, of course, formerly belonging to Skrillex... ruined, by his untimely arrival as a physical person, into my actual life. More on that later...and infinitely.) I've lately begun asking myself “Is it really worth it?”...but, at the same time, I've never loved anything so much, as to fly on the wings of music--and so i've also wondered “What else will really make me happy?” Tough question. Ideally, I'm the entertainment Guru I always wished to be--not tied down to any one artform, but able to move about freely in all of them. There's no life without theatre--there's no light without entertainment. If living ideally, I could never be any-one-thing-- if living ideally, I am the embodiment of everything I love. But in a world where a snatched waist and a pretty face are a winning (and deadly) combination, I'm 0-0. Life of am ugly kid. Worse off yet, since even Hobo Johnson seems to have more confidence in his awkward and broken rhythms enough to speak his mind clearly enough for the rest of the world to resonate. Might be a good time to revisit, what it is exactly I came for. Perhaps, the answer is nothing: So far, I have nothing, make nothing, am nothing--if there is anything that I am, it's words on a piece of paper--just another ‘thing', another dreaming, wishful hopeful that I can rise above all that has been, and all that I am now...to become something more When training to match with the likes of the devil in preparation for battle against he, you must intend to figure, what the vehicle he has chosen has maintained to use as atool to help build you, as a Saint or an Angel--or one to break you, as Satan he. It has been a fruitful fas, but still i persist, though with a weary eye and curious mind, to the riddle i have yet been presente; ; Much ado about Chicken Soup. “Practice androgyny!” the two meet, immidiately fritening eachother; they transform-- One becomes dog, the other a cat--the cat begins to run. the dog pursues her. they run into a sunny meadow where a river feeds the wildlife and it is vibrant amongst the creatures; the cat climbs up a tree, and the [very friendly] dog stops at the base, looking up at her playfully, with an ask that she come down. She looks down from the tree at him, at a safe distance, and begins to relax on the I've fallen in love with a celebrity. What medicine cures that? Dearest Sonny, I'm unsure quite how to explain myself to you--or if I can, or should explain myself at all.I guess I could start with “I'm sorry.”, but it's almost as if that doesn't quite cover it, and nothing does. Perhaps, i'll start with just “thank you”--thank you for being you--which is something that makes me more ‘myself' than anything, at best. Really though, that's probably a good place to start with the wholehearted apology I owe you; It cannot be easy being yourself, or navigating life with such prominence, importance--as I'm sure you never intended all that you are, as any gift-given may have come as a God-honest, and God-given surprise. That being said; God is only anything that I am --as is, anything that you are. The talent that you possess is insurmountably powerful...and has touched, changed, inspired millions--changing the world and the very fabric of time itself--no matter how unintentionally, in all your humility. Somewhere hidden, I too have talent. I only wish that in this lifetime, I were granted the confidence and charisma to be able to somehow express it. Music is the matter I find I am made of--without being able to express it, I only feel burdened, trapped. It is a beautiful language you speak--you, and the rest of the artists I've grown to admire. It is a language so soothing, I can only long to learn it; I'm afraid though that in this lifetime, too much time and opportunity has passed...in this modern, technologically fast-paced new world...i've been left behind. You are truly a good friend, indeed. In all the sense that it doesn't make, I honor you as someone who has inspired, motivated, comforted, and captivated consistently throughout my existence in this time, in this life; Though i've been in recent times, able to remember your essence in lifetimes past, it is in this lifetime that I find the most befuddling, how your music itself has seemed to find and follow me.Unexplainable, would be the word that I can most easily use to describe anything having to do with it--love, would be the other word. “I love you”, is, I guess, what I was trying to say by tapping you gently three times, before running away. Really though, there aren't many things I could have said, or done--i'd never really been “starstruck” before; but it would be quite a stretch to say that it was the first time I'd been left awestruck in your presence. Countless performances, club shows; Raves are my favorite, favorite thing--second to the feel, and sound of bass. “Synesthesia”, would be the vocabulary word that explained a lifelong fascination with laser lights and deep bass; in ten years of hugging subwoofers and losing myself in the drop wondering my early adulthood mantra “Why am I like this?” almost constantly, it never mattered more to me than it has now. I recall a time where I referred to Skrillex as my spirit animal--still true, I suppose, although considering the fact I've consciously separated the Skrillex of things from the Sonny Moore of it all. One in the same, or, two separate parts of a whole--I can undeniably say all my unconventional, unconditional “I love you, I love you, I love you's”, in the everything that you are. ‘In love', would be an understatement--though which statement to actually make, i'm unsure of. I'm unsure of a lot of things, really; I've made many honest (and dishonest mistakes) in this lifetime--walking away from you, one of them. But, I can't change that, anything about who I am--or anything about the world the way it is, for I am only one--and too small, too weak, and too tired. My soul wishes for the freedom that death will bring--and so, I must let it...as its simply much too hard to live moving forward with such a badly broken spirit. I want you to understand that it is not your fault; It's nothing to do with you, or anything that you've done--the way that I love is uncontainable, once the match has been lit. I apologize again that you've become a victim in the energy field that becomes somewhat of a vortex, once activated. I didn't mean to fall in love with you--I don't know really how it happened, it just did. Maybe you don't remember me. Maybe you do. It doesn't really matter now, I just want you to know that me leaving this life is no fault of yours. I love you wholeheartedly--wholeheartedly, too, I love myself--though, seemingly only from the inside-out; there's nothing I can do about the outer shell I've been trapped in all these years. This is my body; something I would neither burden nor embarrass you with. Apologies, and all my love to you. There's nothing I want for you more than to live a happy, healthy, fulfilling life--I hope that you and those surrounding you are always, always living in peace, with joy and love--without worry, or burden, or stress; in honesty, these arre my wishes for anyone on this planet..as my love for humanity itself has only seemed to quantify, as I near the end of my life. I love, love; sometimes, I believe that I *am* love, as are any of us--but as I draw nearer to the light, it becomes harder and harder for me to believe that anything else matters, or has ever mattered, more than love. I love you. It just may be that i'm the world's biggest Skrillex fan--but to look beyond the cloak of stardom has left me longing for the embodiment of a memorable, familiar soul: The you. The person, and being that actually is; which is to say--as I would for any of my closest friends--I'd go to hell-and-back for you, give my last for you, do anything to protect you--*you*, the person; wanting and needing, expecting nothing in the world--because I cannot see a world without you in it. I'm sorry again, for any negativity. I meant to leave you behind at least, something beautiful, in exchange for all the years and moment's i've experienced through your art--but as I've mentioned before, I am trapped within myself. Symphonies unsung, melodies unwritten--because I've not what it takes to make it. I won't depart without admitting I tried, Music is my all, my everything, my guiding light--so at least in going home, I know there will always, always be the World of Sound--perhaps Heaven in the place where I can live there. I don't know what else to say. You're one of the most beautiful people i've ever seen, from the inside out--before I saw you, I heard you; before I could hear you, you were felt. I will always love you...nothing much else can matter, except that you know that. I'll never be able to erase it from my mind, never be able to forget, or look past it. I may even never understand why. Ancient Egyptian knowledge, or whatever—is the thing it seems they were trying to convey. By they, I only mean—whoever it is that wanted to hurt me. From the men shouting “kill yourself” outside my window— To the flocks of gorgeous, perfect women with perfect waists, perfect fashion, perfect faces—flaunting and floating before me, taunting me, pointing and laughing—rolling eyes, and flipping hair— and giving looks that say “I know you wish you looked as good as me.” I do. I do wish that. I wish more than anything to be beautiful. But...I keep eating. My body is hideous. I hate everything about it. I could try harder, but even that hurts. Everything hurts. Especially my heart. Why was I not more panicked, that after such a phenomenon such as that, cast by shadows against my tent—that the zipper of the door began to move slowly, from one side to another. Perhaps, I wanted the company. Maybe I needed it. What I didn't need, was more excruciating pain. No one's fault, I guess—someone wants me dead. At this point, I think me, the most. I'll never forget that face. The shocker. “Why is Skrillex in my tent?” The looming question. A question I hadn't even the time to ask, before blurting out “Are you okay?!” He froze, I froze. I guess that's where my Skrillex and my Sonny collided, as my soul began the process of separating the music I adored, and the person who made it. I will never forget his eyes. Fear. I scared him. He scared me. He scarred me. Maybe it wasn't him. I know that it *was* in fact Sonny himself (the face is unmistakable, those eyes)—but perhaps he was put up to it. Paid, for the task. Maybe my deer-in-the-headlights makes it so that he is the hunter—? How could he have missed his shot? How could I have missed mine. I've fallen in love with a celebrity. What medicine cures that? What medicine cures suicide? None I've taken, really—maybe Acid. Now, I can't seem to separate myself from Skrillex—or from Sonny—or from figuring out the two, or one in the same— or from figuring out myself, in that we are one in the same. I love him. Like a stupid teenager loves her favorite idol. Yeah, it's exactly like that, except worse—I'm a grown woman, a failure—whose aspirations and admirations are grandiose, and dillusional. Now I'm even more delusional. I thought, for a moment that Sonny might be in love with me. In honesty? Sometimes I still think that. I actually still believe that. So why this approach? I'm partially convinced he was paid to ‘finish the job', so to speak. I was already suicidal, and, fresh out of the hospital on the attempt to end my life that failed, again. So this would do it—make me hope and believe I could be something, someone, anyone—that I could be anything—even a superstar DJ-turned-future President. I'm a fucking joke. Someone, who could have anyone—in love with me? Maybe this is why people sneak into tents at music festivals: They don't love you— They just want to fuck. DAY 1: MAY 1ST, 2020; If I am offered dinner, will eat--but if not, will continue forward. Will set an alarm for 3:30 AM once roommate has gone to bed to check for his keys. Everyone gets their own suicide letter. Mom Dad Bearr Annie Yesenia Sonny (just leave it to Annie w/ his rock && burn book) Let everybody know it's not their fault. Reasons: 1. Fat 2. Ugly 3. Black 4. Poor 5. Unsuccessful 6. Friendless 7. No Charisma 8. Single I don't know why I numbered them. Do you really need more than one reason to kill yourself? (no.) I believe i”ve started the fast that I was asked. Be it that I have, the date is May 1st, 2020--however, I've been wondering if my roommate leaves the keys to his car in an accessible place; I'm kind of hoping so. I'm already craving to eat, and the first 24 hours have yet to pass. Again, i'm always given the open to keep this date and continue forward, so long that I eat before midnight--however, nothing seems like the right answer; The matter of fasting has become a damned-if-I-do, damned-if-I-don't matter...it seems that everything I do is ‘wrong', though right-and-wrong are subjective, and multidimensionally, objective, even. I probably might have been dead by now, if my car battery hadn't died...it seems like the easiest and least painful way; something easy and quiet. I've thought about sharpening a knife, just to cut and let [myself] bleed out at the wrist--but then, I fear that I may panic and that my mind would fight to survive. I've thought about hanging from one of my favorite trees-- but haven't the money left to buy any rope--which, perhaps, I could steal--but to steal enough rope to hang myself with on foot? A tricky task, to say the least. So, really, some of me is hoping my roommate leaves his keys out. At first, the thought of committing my suicide here was unsettling. My roommate, Satan's personal favorite vehicle and overall negative void of a ‘person' (or vampire, honestly), is a drama Queen--he needs not only conflict and drama to survive, but fiends for it; something in me had somehow become too proud to give him something to girlishly blabber about with his narcissistic, simple friends--I can already hear the repetitive exclamations of “horror” that would more-than-likely delight him as he recounts the story of finding my body, over-and-over...at first it rather haunted me, and now i've come to peace with--bargaining that having him find my body would be something of a statement, which wordlessly reads “sticks and stones may break my bones but words got up and killed me.” Words. Little words. Big Words. Actions. Gestures. If it's negative, I can feel it in my body, before it even happens; If it's positive, it can leave me radiating for days on end, and without a care. My “living situation” has been nothing more than a prolonging of my already disastrously failed and predominately miserable life. A mentally-ill and often psychotic mother, followed by a too- young marriage to a dynamically similar person, has left me up Shit's creek with no boat; I'm pushing 30 with no significant other, and no significance at all. There are generations of perfect people, fresh out of high school--who can and will do everything I ever thought possible or imaginable, better than me. And it's my fault. NO ENTRY ON DAY 2. Gave Myself A “Skrillex” haircut. Wow. Fuck my life. DAY 3: The fast will end today, more than likely. I am overwhelmed with grief, at loss for motivation, and struggling to believe there is any positive outcome to anything I do. I'm already getting headaches, and acute hunger pains--usually these things don't happen until well after the third day. I suppose my body is telli