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Back To Back with Willy Joy
294: Dillon Francis

Back To Back with Willy Joy

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2023 88:32


Dillon Francis goes Back To Back! Willy talks with him about the new album 'anti everything' from his nemesis and doppelganger DJ Hanzel, the house music explosion in the US, moombahton memories and his origins as a local DJ in LA, continued education in dance music and going back to school, Eastern European heritage, photography, chasing inspiration, being ahead of the social media curve, luck vs. skill, how he should have been an archaeologist & much more!   Back To Back is sponsored by The Cult Creatives: info@thecultcreatives.com http://thecultcreatives.com/about https://www.instagram.com/p/CngG0pRr6IX/   Join our Discord: http://discord.io/backtobackpod Willy Joy: http://linktr.ee/willyjoy Dillon Francis: https://dillonfrancis.com DJ Hanzel: https://www.instagram.com/djhanzel/     PROTECT REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS: https://abortionfunds.org/funds/ https://www.prochoiceamerica.org/ https://www.sistersong.net/

Royski's Club Compassion Podcast & Royski’s Rad 90’s Alternative Podcast
Episode 299: Club Compassion Podcast #299 (EDM Set) - Royski

Royski's Club Compassion Podcast & Royski’s Rad 90’s Alternative Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 23, 2023 79:22


1. Talking Heads - Psycho Killer (DE SOFFER REMIX)2. Ed Sheeran - Shivers (Dillon Francis)3. Junior Senior - Move Your Feet (Heero Remix)4. Bad Bunny vs Steve Aoki & HRVY - Moscow Mule vs Save Me (Kastra Bootleg)5. Big Tymers vs Joe Stone - Still Fly vs Nothing Else (DJ Grant Bootleg)6. Steff Da Campo & SLVR - PAPASITO7. Swedish House Mafia vs. Tujamo - Don't You Worry Child vs Better Safe Then Sorry (SABER Bootleg)8. Bruno Mars Vs. Dillon Francis, ILLENIUM & EVAN GIIA - Locked Out Of Heaven vs Don't Let Me Go9. Afrika Bambaataa & The Soul Sonic Force - Planet Rock (Sammy Porter Remix)10. ABBA - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) (HAWK Remix)11. Wuki - Edge of Seventeen12. Kim Carnes - Bette Davis Eyes (Xprience House Remix)13. Sam Smith & Kim Petras - Unholy (Nitti Gritti Remix)14. Cardi B ft Bad Bunny & J Balvin vs Axel Boy & Nubass - I Like It vs We House You (Fraze Bootleg)15. Skylin3 - Jumpin Jumpin16. Bee Gees vs Criminal Vibes - You Should Be Dancing It vs Do It (Patrice McBride Bootleg)17. Timbaland ft Nelly Furtado & Justin Timberlake - Give It To Me (Mason Flint & Willo Remix)18. Tim Berg (Avicii) vs Toby Green  - Seek Bromance (Fuseamania 2019 Bootleg)19. Shouse vs Dillon Francis, Valentino Khan - Love Tonight vs Real Love (WLDCT Bootleg)20. Michael Mind vs Tom & Jane - Ride Like The Wind (Mister Gray Bootleg)21. Katy Perry vs BYOR - I Kissed A Girl vs Keep On Dancin (Tiger Toast Mashup)22. Julian Jordan & Will K vs. 50 Cent - How We Do vs The Box23. Coldabank - Things U Said24. Chocolate Puma & Bingo Players - Touch Me  (Bart B More Remix)www.djroyski.comwww.patreon.com/royskiwww.mixcloud.com/djroyskiwww.facebook.com/djroyskiwww.twitter.com/djroyski

Orjan Nilsen – In My Opinion Radio
Orjan Nilsen – In My Opinion Radio (Episode 74)

Orjan Nilsen – In My Opinion Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 18, 2023 60:02


Welcome to the 74'th episode of In My Opinion Radio! In today's show I've got amazing new tracks from BT, Andrew Rayel, Bjorn Akesson, Sunny Lax and many more. And as always a brand new track from In My Opinion, this time by DeathNov & Newmanzrl! Tracklist 00. Intro01. Bicep - Glue (Orkidea Pure Progressive Mix) [White Label]02. BT - Kintsugi (Siskin Remix) [Black Hole]03. Sunny Lax - By My Side [Anjunabeats]TRACK OF THE WEEK:04. Grooveyard - Mary Go Wild (Hel-sløwed Remix) [Spinnin`]05. Andrew Rayel feat. Mike Schmid - Sleepwalking [Find Your Harmony]06. Ben Nicky & Greg Downey feat. Christian Burns - Always [Anjunabeats]07. Pete Tong x Ultra Naté x LP Giobbi x Jules Buckley - Free (Do What You Want To Do) (LP Giobbi Extended Club Edit) [M.O.S]08. Whiteout & Semblance Smile - Transcendence [Crash & Smile]09. Bjorn Akesson - Submerged [BA Origins]10. Vimana - Dreamtime (Daniel Wanrooy Remix) [Elpida Music]IN MY OPINION PREMIERE:11. DeathNov & Newmanzrl - Lightning Storm [In My Opinion]12. AVAO - Whiskey Is My Holy Water [Revealed Recordings]13. Kaka - Can't Stop Us [Revealed Radar]14. Anton By - Slough Of Despond [Trancemission]15. Nenes & Pascal Feliz, Marcel van Houte - Platinum [High Contrast Recordings]16. Dillon Francis & VINNE - Once Again (Roy Orion Remix) [Revealed Recordings]17. Koyah - Comet [FSOE Argento]18. David Guetta vs Benny Benassi - Satisfaction (Hardwell & Maddix Remix) [Spinnin`] ORJAN'S CLASSIC PICK:19. Gaia - Tuvan [Armind] Follow Orjan Nilsen & In My Opinion on Social Media: https://www.facebook.com/OrjanMusic/ https://www.facebook.com/IMOLabel/ https://www.instagram.com/orjann82/https://www.instagram.com/imolabel/ https://bit.ly/SPOrjanhttps://bit.ly/SPIMO YouTube: In My Opinion - Episode 074

Radio Record
Record Party #208 (14-01-2023)

Radio Record

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 14, 2023


01. David Guetta, Benny Benassi - Satisfaction (Record Mix) 02. Oneil, Organ, Favia - Say It Right (Record Mix) 03. Jubel, Neimy, Tiesto - Dancing in the Moonlight (Record Mix) 04. John Summit, Echoes - Human (Record Mix) 05. Disco Fries, Molly Moore - Dumb Things (Record Mix) 06. Oliver Heldens, Riton, Vula - Turn Me On (Record Mix) 07. Alma, Denis First - Summer Really Hurt Us (Record Mix) 08. Dubdogz, Zerky - Sun Goes Down (Sound Of Violence) (Record Mix) 09. Calvin Harris, Benny Blanco - I Found You (Record Mix) 10. Lizot, Ostblockschlampen - Don't Say You Love Me (Record Mix) 11. Firebeatz - Don't Stop Moving (Record Mix) 12. Zhu - Faded (Record Mix) 13. Kav Verhouzer - Safe And Sound (Record Mix) 14. Jack Wins, Joe Stone - Light Up My Life (Record Mix) 15. Sigala, Becky Hill - Wish You Well (Record Mix) 16. Hook N Sling, Galantis, Karen Harding - The Best (Record Mix) 17. Leony, Denis First - Remedy (Record Mix) 18. Faruk Sabanci, Mingue - Your Call (Record Mix) 19. Alok, Ella Eyre, Kenny Dope, Never Dull - Deep Down (Record Mix) 20. Babert, Zsak - Friday Night (Record Mix) 21. Alan Walker, Imanbek - Sweet Dreams (Record Mix) 22. Alis Shuka, Byjoelmichael - Not About Us (Record Mix) 23. Rompasso, Bandana - Insanity (Record Mix) 24. Martin Solveig, Sam White - +1 (Record Mix) 25. Essel, Mila Falls, James Hurr - I Want You (Record Mix) 26. Regard, Years & Years - Hallucination (Record Mix) 27. Topic, Robin Schulz, Nico Santos, Paul Van Dyk - In Your Arms (For An Angel) (Record Mix) 28. Aurora - Cure For Me (Record Mix) 29. Gorgon City, Mk - There for You (Record Mix) 30. Bebe Rexha, Gorgon City - Sacrifice (Record Mix) 31. Artlec - We'll Stay Together (Record Mix) 32. Nils Van Zandt, Julia Van Bergen - Million Miles (Record Mix) 33. Ofenbach, Fast Boy - Love Me Now (Record Mix) 34. C-Bool - Catch You (Record Mix) 35. Tungevaag, Kid Ink, Gabry Ponte - Ride With Me (Record Mix) 36. Jaded - Lost Myself Again (Record Mix) 37. Hiva - Dancin (Record Mix) 38. Cassette - My Way (Record Mix) 39. Lady Gaga, Denis First - Bloody Mary Wednesday (Record Mix) 40. Minelli, R3Hab - Deep Sea (Record Mix) 41. Tiesto, Kshmr, Vassy - Secrets (Record Mix) 42. Bob Sinclar, Steve Edwards, Fisher - World, Hold On (Record Mix) 43. James Hype, Miggy Dela Rosa - Ferrari (Record Mix) 44. Klangkarussell, Denis First - Home (Record Mix) 45. Hi Tack - Silence (Record Mix) 46. Oneil, Kanvises, Smola - Heartbreak (Record Mix) 47. Black Eyed Peas, Shakira, Twocolors - Girl Like Me (Record Mix) 48. Jess Bays, That Kind - Love We Had (Record Mix) 49. Tove Lo, Denis First - How Long (Record Mix) 50. Calvin Harris, John Newman - Blame! (Record Mix) 51. Ava Max - EveryTime I Cry (Record Mix) 52. Alesso, Katy Perry - When I'm Gone (Record Mix) 53. Dvbbs, Gattuso, Alida - Leave The World Behind (Record Mix) 54. Armin Van Buuren, Billen Ted, Jc Stewart - Come Around Again (Record Mix) 55. Sugar, Martini - I'm Just Loving You (Record Mix) 56. Willy William - Trompeta (Record Mix) 57. Bakermat - Madan (King) (Record Mix) 58. Shouse - Won't Forget You (Record Mix) 59. Al-Faris, Superfinger, Genius Jane - Shout (Record Mix) 60. Franky Wah, Arco - Under The Sun (Record Mix) 61. Acraze, Cherish - Do It To It (Record Mix) 62. Atb, Topic, A7S - Your Love (9PM) (Record Mix) 63. Elley Duhe, Denis First - Middle of the Night (Record Mix) 64. Hugel, Stefy De Cicco, Hugo Cantarra, Nikol Apatini - 4 to the Floor (Record Mix) 65. Klaas - The Way (Record Mix) 66. Eastblock Bitches, Ostblockschlampen - Sunglasses at Night (Record Mix) 67. Jax Jones, Martin Solveig, Gracey, Europa - Lonely Heart (Record Mix) 68. Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne - Rather Be (Record Mix) 69. Robin Schulz, David Guetta - On Repeat (Record Mix) 70. Phao, Kaiz - 2 Phut Hon (Record Mix) 71. Milky Chance - Synchronize (Record Mix) 72. Oliver Heldens, Tchami, Anabel Englund - LOW (Record Mix) 73. Paco Caniza - Without You (Record Mix) 74. Denis First - Your Lies (Record Mix) 75. Afrojack, Eva Simons - Take Over Control (Record Mix) 76. Friend Within - Why Don't We Go Somewhere (Record Mix) 77. Crispie, Minelli - Get Get Down (Record Mix) 78. Gaullin, Julian Perretta - Seven Nation Army (Record Mix) 79. Diplo, Miguel - Don't Forget My Love (Record Mix) 80. Alex Gaudino - Destination Calabria (Record Mix) 81. Bodyrox, D Ramirez - Yeah Yeah (Record Mix) 82. Amor - Tell Me (Record Mix) 83. Old Jim, Scarlett - Balenciaga (Record Mix) 84. Dillon Francis, Hayley May, Ferreck Dawn - Over This (Record Mix) 85. Gabry Ponte, Conor Maynard, Jayover - Another Night (Record Mix) 86. Sick Individuals, Jason Walker - Closer Together (Record Mix) 87. Tiesto, Don Diablo - Chemicals (Record Mix) 88. Kungs - Clap Your Hands (Record Mix) 89. Joel Corry, Mnek - Head & Heart (Record Mix) 90. Black Eyed Peas, Anitta, El Alfa - Simply The Best (Record Mix) 91. Calvin Harris - Summer (Record Mix) 92. Killteq, D.Hash, Vallhee - I Like It (Record Mix) 93. Elton John, Britney Spears, Joel Corry - Hold Me Closer (Record Mix) 94. C-Bool, Giang Pham - DJ Is Your Second Name (Record Mix) 95. Redondo, Shayee - Feeling Good (Record Mix) 96. Sigala, Talia Mar - Stay The Night (Record Mix) 97. Beatmount, Oneil - Heads Will Roll (Record Mix) 98. Armin Van Buuren, Simon Ward - Hey (I Miss You) (Record Mix) 99. Lucas & Steve, Alida - Another Life (Record Mix) 100. Meduza, Dermot Kennedy - Paradise (Record Mix) 101. Imanbek, Byor - Belly Dancer (Record Mix) 102. Lost Found - Searching (Record Mix) 103. Maruv, Boosin - Drunk Groove (Record Mix) 104. Vize, R3Hab - One Last Time (Record Mix) 105. Michael Calfan - Treasured Soul (Record Mix) 106. Dj Kuba, Neitan, Bounce Inc. - Watch Out (Record Mix) 107. Sven Fields, Black V Neck, Millean. - Mysterious Feeling (Record Mix) 108. Alok, Hugel, Amber Van Day - I Don't Wanna Talk (Record Mix) 109. David Guetta, Bebe Rexha - I'm Good (Blue) (Record Mix) 110. Ofenbach, Ella Henderson - Hurricane (Record Mix) 111. Philip George - Wish You Were Mine (Record Mix) 112. Becky Hill, Galantis - Run (Record Mix) 113. Just Kiddin - Won't Let You Down (Record Mix) 114. Avicii - Fade into Darkness (Record Mix) 115. Holy Molly - Shot A Friend (Record Mix) 116. Travis Scott, Hvme - Goosebumps (Record Mix) 117. Ron May - Lose Control (Record Mix) 118. Farruko, Robin Schulz - Pepas (Record Mix) 119. Armin Van Buuren, Brennan Heart, Andreas Moe - All On Me (Record Mix) 120. Foushee, Katana Angels - Deep End (Record Mix) 121. Alessia Cara, Mk - I Choose (Record Mix) 122. Bodybangers, Stephen Oaks - See You Again (Record Mix) 123. Martin Solveig, Alma - All Stars (Record Mix) 124. Oliver Heldens, Nile Rodgers, House Gospel Choir - I Was Made For Lovin Yo (Record Mix) 125. Minelli - Confused (Record Mix) 126. Topic, A7S - Breaking Me (Record Mix) 127. Robert Cristian, Dayana - The Sweetest Ass in the World (Record Mix) 128. Chaney - Love Again (Record Mix) 129. Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike, Ne-Yo - Higher Place (Record Mix) 130. Lost Frequencies, Calum Scott - Where Are You Now (Record Mix) 131. Twocolors, Pascal Letoublon - Break Up (Record Mix) 132. Galwaro, Lizot, Gabry Ponte - Like a Prayer (Record Mix) 133. Oden, Fatzo, Claptone - Lauren (I Can't Stay Forever) (Record Mix) 134. Tiesto, Black Eyed Peas - Pump It Louder (Record Mix) 135. Fedde Le Grand, Robert Falcon, Sofia Quinn - Heaven (Record Mix) 136. Jaymes Young, Pretty Young - Infinity (Record Mix) 137. Calvin Harris, Example - We'll Be Coming Back (Record Mix) 138. Le Pedre, Djs From Mars, Mildenhaus - Trouble So Hard (Record Mix) 139. George Cynnamon - You Can Do It (Record Mix) 140. Oneil, Titov - No Stress (Record Mix) 141. Barton, Denis First - Running Up That Hill (Record Mix) 142. Jack Back - Feeling (Record Mix) 143. Imany, Ivan Spell, Daniel Magre - You Will Never Know (Record Mix) 144. C Block, The Distance, Riddick - So Strung Out (Record Mix)

Get Down Radio
Get Down Radio - 046 DJ Jibbs

Get Down Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 13, 2023 59:33


Tracklist:Lose My Sh!t - FirebeatzOne Toca Mayhem (BONKA Mashup) - Timmy Trumpet, Carnage & KSHMR x Matt Watkins and Olly JamesNarco (SQUARED 'Horns' Edit) - Blasterjaxx & Timmy Trumpet vs. DiscoTech                                   Party & Bullshit (Cream Switch Bootleg) - Notorious B.I.G. x Don DiabloPursuit of Happinesss (CRG 2021 'Dashstar' Edit) - Kid Cudi & Steve Aoki vs Knock2Barbra Streisand (JD Live 2020 Hype Bootleg) - Duck Sauce vs Reece LowBizcochito (JD Live Bass House Bootleg) - Rosalia   Too Good (Kaos VIP Inception Baila Bootleg) - Drake x DeorroMe Porto Bonito (Zay Remix) - Bad Bunny    Stereo Love (JD Live 2022 Bootleg) -  Edward Maya vs Neitan & Kuba Antidote - The Dead Prezidents Remix - Swedish House Mafia    EDM O'CLOCK (Chase Me Edit) - TV Noise & Dillon FrancisBehemoth (Michael Sparks Flip) - Svdden Death Laserbeam (Less Lethal Flip) - Ray Volpe Rail Breaker (EXSSV RMX / Dirty) - Riot Ten   One Million - Tujamo Who Let The Dogs Out - Baha Men Gangsta's Paradise - Hypelezz Love Is Gonna Save Us Edit - Coolio ft. L.V.  I Fall Apart (Chunky Dip 'Strobe' Edit) - Post Malone x Deadmau5Satisfaction - Justus Remix - Benny BenassiEverytime We Touch vs When We Were Young (OneWix Mashup) -  Cascada x Dillon Francis x Zomboy  Jefe (ACRAZE VIP Jersey Club Flip) - Boombox CartelPut Your Trap Hands Up (Deville Performance Edit) - Deorro, MAKJ, Max Styler, Yellow ClawLOUDER (CRG 'TrapClub' Edit) - Dr Fresh ft Sian Evans vs Gio NailatiJust Wanna Rock - Lil Uzi VertMove It (4B Remix) - Valentino Khan & Dillon FrancisNumb vs. Gold (Make it Bump MEGA-VIP Mashup) - RL Grime, NGHTMRE vs. Linkin Park vs. IlleniumBoss Up x Lemonade x POWERMOVE (SLICK & CELO Edit) - Ricky Remedy x Don Toliver x Peekaboo & ISOxoHotline Bling x Organ Donor (Danny Diggz Then & Now Bootleg) - DrakeRing The Alarm (Habstrakt Extended Remix) - DJ Snake, Habstrakt, MalaaOver You - Holy Goof x TS7   Whippit - WA-FU     Rattle (Thomas Rush Remix) - Bingo Players  Turn Off The Lights (Ango Festival Edit) - Chris Lake, HI-LO & BURNSBoomerang - Audiorokk Afterparty Edit - DJ Felli Fel ft. AkonStranger Synths - Sikdope

[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]
Some Hollywood Shit

[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 5, 2023 26:36


In each of the three previous worlds, humanity was destroyed by destructive practices and wars. In the most common version of the story the Spider Grandmother (Kookyangso'wuuti) caused a reed to grow into the sky, and it emerged in the Fourth World at the sipapu, a small tunnel or inter-dimensional passage. As the end of one world draws near the sipapu appears to lead the Hopi into the next phase of the world.[10] That explains this. –and that dream. Why do the spirits call upon me? To bring about a The New World. I told you, it's The fourth world. Oh. I just thought I was the 4th Skrillex. Maybe, that, too. Meh, we'll see. Just–keep writing. I told the spider I'd write it! What are you writing, anyway? I don't know yet. Look up Homer! Don't forget Makaevli! Ugh, I'm behind on my studies. Don't forget about that deadline. Fuck Dillon Francis. Aha, I win! Are you retarded? I mean, maybe; Does that mean I get a free pass at this? No free rides. No free admission. No free love. Well, there it is. Hm. Interesting. Writing to Skrillex helped me mull-out a disastrous amount of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Uh-huh… And writing to deadmau5 helps me write–uh–what is this? A memoir, I guess. A memoir? I'm not dead yet. No, I'm infinite. And increasingly ancient. The Universe's Expansion. What did I call it? Perhaps, The Insomniac? Oh, shit–did we ever figure out exactly what Pasquale wants out of this? –or wanted– Why past-tense? You just so happen to be an nflammatory racist. I'm not racist! Blue eyed people DO lie more than everybody else! It's not racist; it's a statistic! Why is this? I don't know! Maybe cause they can usually get away with it! What do those cards say again? I want seconds. deadmau5 saves lives. Now. First of all, nobody's claiming to be the living incarnation of Jesus. Except all these guys over here: Ah, yes, them– And like, a handful of rappers. Maybe that's what's so unattractive to me about black men. Not their skin? No, not really. Not their features? No, that's not it. Then what is it? Ego is unattractive. It can be. No, it is. So is this. It's just skin. I can admit I was always more beautiful inwardly than outwardly attractive. ALSO, IN THIS EPISODE: Hey Hey? What is THIS? It's a DeLorean. I see that. Good Get in. Uhm. I always wanted to ride in a DeLorean. —and, Ir gets real cold at night, And, We've all been spread too thin, And, I'm not trying to fit in, really; Just want it to end, But it's infinite It is It's definitely endless It is I don't even make ends meat… (More like rib tips) Goddamnit, just went vegan Skate, Might eat shit But I still won't buy or eat these chips —even if I could afford it. This life ain't worth it ; Pictures are worth 1,000 words, they said So I take portraits This world hurts, it Ain't worth it Mother of Earth isn't worthless— Just covered in dirt (And piss) And plastic, Damn, all this trash, and this damage, but— Where do we put it? Humans are stupid; But still wake up and do this, Can't move, shit, But why would I want to I'm not Blū today, I'm just used up, I'm sorry I screwed up I bought it, The wrong one Returned it, Refund Like this 28 cents bout to turn into something I wish it was summer I run here, umbrella You could call it undercover Lost my love somewhere around here Hope somebody picks it up; It cost a fortune But I'm fortunate— Loveless— But fortunate; I wondered what a fortune was, Then earned it I don't feel so special anymore, no I don't feel so special anymore, though I keep telling God I just want to come home Now I'm Ice cold Now I'm ice cold I had slept all day—that is, from around 8 AM until 9 PM; and though it had been weeks since I had set any alarms, I always woke up exactly when I needed to—so I figured I must have needed to, and considered that if I didn't, I didn't need to for some, or any eesson whatsoever. After falling asleep for just moments before waking up to scarf down my cold tater tots, accompanied by a green smoothie, I had agreed with myself that living the way I was, wherever in Los Ángeles or anywhere else was simply unsustainable—I no longer had the motivation or energy to spend 80 hours working for people who I could only imagine had it so much better than I did, calculating the numbers as I worked between the mimimum wage salaries I was being paid, the amount of inventory which was kept in each store, and the horrible working conditions of 2 out of the 5 stores total which I had been employed, not even accounting for the 6th store, which I had “obstinately” dissappeared from once my intelligence had been insulted past the point of beyond repair, and having my schedule changed to a midday jaunt that only allowed for a window of 2-hours of sleep on either side, which—turned out to be either less-or-none, with four roommates, one of them who had quit both her jobs and never left the room anymore, taking the justice of using her ex boyfriend's credit card to pay for her stay, and focusing on her “art”, which apparently meant scrolling all day through social media and shining her phone's flashlight in my face whenever I did begin to finally rest. At that point, I was almost entirely too tired to remember to tie the bandana I wore daily over my eyes as a block to the sunlight and her other shenanigans, plus any of the clamoring of the other two roommates—I had learned by now to, however, always keep my ears tightly plugged with foam, as she also liked to talk on the phone, and again, hadn't left the room in seemingly days, besides to get junk food to eat in bed—not that I had room to judge—I hadn't another place besides bed to comfortably eat, either, however, nor did I have the luxury of a boyfriend's credit card to afford my stay, and thus, kept working a full and steady full time, for so much less than I was worth that I couldn't stand myself, let alone afford the things I needed and God forbid the things I wanted. I needed a lot, actually—all of my bills were overdue, and my measly paychecks only had added up to barely afford me the 4-bed-shared dorm, which I had realized was more than luxurious and at the very least clean, which was the highlight of it—and as my 22-year-old-bunk mate became clearly rather depressed and irritating, she had become messy and careless, my empathy an offset, and my lack of time accumulating with the disorganization of hating a less than 100-square-foot with at least 3-busy people and one entitled brat, became an overwhelming push to move rooms and downsize even more than I had; now, the entirety of my belongings fit neatly into the back of a Prius with no qualms—but, understsnding the endless cyclical poverty of Los Ángeles, and though I was no longer truly homeless, paying upwards of $2,000 a month to share a space with four strangers, but still unwualifled to rent an apartment for even $1,000 a month, the minimum income for such being $3,500 a month, and falling short by far of the lump sum needef for the application fee, deposit, first, and last months, I had become desperate to leave again, however not to Mexico, or any other 3rd world country where I might be able to afford a cozy space alone, but would be unable to make money at all, by comparison, and would have to fight constantly not to be taken advantage of. (Not that I wasn't at least in some way doing so in Los Ángeles, in an of course, slightly less-hostile way.) All of my coworkers were tired, overworked, and miserable—complained of the horrid work conditions and high expectations of the minimum wage position, which of course provided only accessories for the many spectrums of dependency the city had to offer—besides oil burners, of course, which didn't keep away the methheads looking for them, calling about them, or buying nectar collectors as replacements—by any means. It was almost comical, the daily happenings of each store—and each of the 10 employees were sent between the storefronts sprinkled across the downtown Los Ángeles metropolitan landscape; It was the darkest tragedy-turned-comedy I had ever lived, or written, as I jotted down only the most perfect and seemingly divinely inspired occursnces—from crackheads snatching bags of chips, to gangster rappers and their ghetto fabulous entourages—and of course, the ever mystifying magicians which seemed to use the shop as a portal into my Inter dimensional madterpiece simply by being, accompanied of course by the occasional celebrity just in at the top of the midnight hour to by whippets—which one would think could be delivered, however—I was only grateful for the chaotic collision of wonderful imaginary circumstances which might cause one to have to write about it. When Timmy turned about 16, he started wishin for weird shit, ma —does line/takes shot, hits vape Cosmo, you should slow down, man. —?! Cannonball! —- well, We gotta get going. What. No! Don't go! We gotta go. It's getting late. No! Don't go! We gotta go. What? I can get more whippets! No, that's okay. See you, Cosmo. [the other fairies leave hurriedly, leaving Cosmo alone, deflated] Man, he's just not the same since Wanda left, man. It be that way sometimes. Yeah, I know. Poor guy. YeH. Oh well. Oh, are we still on this timeline? Yeah, I guess. So, what's next? I dunno, I gotta find something cool for Emma Watson to do, I guess. INT. KREAM. NIGHT AS FUCK. BLŪ is working alone. CUT TO: SUPACREE I always work alone. Play dead, bitch. SUPACREE I don't “play” Then be dead. CUT BACK TO: Three mysterious figures enter the storefront, adorned with dark Ray Bans Sunglasses. Two customers follow behind as they slowly walk through the store. CUSTOMER Holy shit, is that Emma Watson? OTHER CUSTOMER I dunno, looks kinda like her… CUSTOMER Holy shit—hey, yo—Emma! The three mysterious shoppers continue browsing, unaffected. The first customer approaches the only female of the trio. CUSTOMER CONT'D Yo, Emma—Emma Watson? An awkward silence, without movement; Blū quietly observes, standing at the register. CUSTOMER CONT'D UH, nevermind. Let's go, dude. OTHER CUSTOMER I told you it wasn't hers CUSTOMER That was embarrassing. The two customers exit the store, leaving BLŪ and the mysterious trio in the store. what was that? I dunno , Harry. … BLŪ squints over the golden rims of her sunglasses—suddenly, a large van with no windows screeches to a stop outside the door. Pause. Okay. What the fuck is this. {Enter The Multiverse} (We've been on the Harry Potter Timeline since like Season 1) ((Really)) (Yes.) CUT TO: ANANDAR. CUT BACK TO: Okay— And LEGENDS. Fuck. I'm stuck. Well, get unstuck. Okay. There's three hours on my shift left. I'm sure I'll come up with something. What are you doing with any of this? I don't know, I publish some of it on my podcast— —Uh Huh— But lately I've been trying to figure out how to get to the top of the U.S. Bank Tower. What's up there? CUT TO: “DEATHWISH” Oh yeah, that series. It's short lived. (Literally) NATALIE is attempting suicide by jumping from the roof of the U.S. BANK TOWER Oh no. Wait a second. We're already paused. Okay, so, what's going on? They'll figure it out. If I get plagiarized again without getting paid for it… What? I don't know. No more suicides. No more suicides. So whatever. Just copyright it. Even THAT costs money. Lots of money. This whole project costs lots of money. (Potentially) Are we done now? I guess. I mean— I know what happens after… THE DEVIL gives SUNNI BLŪ their soul back Lol. Why. (I know why) Here. What—*gasp* IS THAT MY SOUL? Shh. Just take it. NO. Just take it! NO, Devil. I'm rich and famous now. I know that. A deal's a deal! Just take it! Okay?! Shit—you can keep it, you can keep—everything—just—fuck, man! I'm a “they” You can take whatever you want, you can keep all this shit— All of it?! —I just, don't want it, don't need it. Just take it. Ok. Okay? Yes. Cool. [beat] Just sign this. Okay. And this. Alright. And this— What is this? It's a non-disclosure agreement. I'm not having sex with you. Yeah, but I don't want you to fuck me. Alright, alright. And—one more here— Alright… And…YO MORGAN. What sunni. Can I get a notary in here? For what now?! Just—come see. [MORGAN enters, irritated] Oh, hey Satan. Hey Melissa. What's up, dude. Nothin' . Lol. MEANWHILE uh oh DILLON FRANCIS is buried alive, after being kidnapped and placed into a wooden coffin. Oh shit. I love this scene. He really is a good actor. DILLON FRANCIS CAN SUCK MY NUTZ. Yo. Lol. Why does everybody hate him. Idk. He must really hate himself or something. My roommate had been kind enough to give me a tarot reading before I left for new years weekend, exclaiming, “There's a Capricorn entering your midsts, but you must give him permission.” “Oh shit, the Capricorn?! Really? “ The rest of the reading became a humble lull in the back of my mind, as The Amethyst in my bra began to buzz unlike the way it had ever before; it had rang, pulsated, and even sometimes shook itself—but had never quite buzzed the way that it did this day, and so, impulsively, as she finished the reading, filling my mind up with what I was sure was nonsense about a greater love than I had ever known on the horizon with a mysterious Capricorn, I took the stone from my brazziere, holding it for a moment in my left palm, and placing it on the wooden post between our beds—her eyes widened as they drew to the stone, as I explained: “I've carried this stone for a very long time—nobody touches it but me.” “Okay”, she said, still fixated and almost enamored with the stone. “You can touch it, if you want.” “I really want to” “Cool,” I said, picking up my DJ equipment and exiting towards the rooftop to play. “Hold onto it, I'll be back in an hour.” , I said. , reaching for the door. “Okay”, she beamed with excitement. “You got the Capricorn ; Now, tell me about the Libra. October 5th.” I said, opening the door and slowly exiting, my DJ equipment obscuring the door from closing. “See you soon.” After a string of robberies, TIMMY TURNER is apprehended and arrested near the scene of the crime… w—- THE DELOREAN arrives with a bang. WHAT THE FUCK. Oh hell no. Well, let's go. yo. YOOOOOO! What the FUCK. I brought the DeLorean. ARE YOU CRAZY?! YES. —in front of all these PEOPLE. They're mostly NPCs! …I gotta call my mom. ITS A BOMB! ITS THE END OF THE WORLD! …it's just another night in downtown Los Angeles. I can't help it! It's a DeLorean! It just “shows up” like that!!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! HELL! Pasquale, I told you! Hanzel I looked there. You vwerent there. I wvas there. You just didn't see me. Here's this, by the way. S/he produces the cloak of invisibility. THAT's where that was. Nowhere. Yeah, literally, nowhere. YOU HAD THIS THE WHOLE TIME. Yes, dude, stop yelling at me. WHERE IS SUPACREE?! —where's Skrillex?! UGH. Stop asking that. Well. Find him, maybe, then everyone'll stop asking where he's at. WHERE IS SUPACREE. Looking for SKRILLEX. Duh. *hits vape* fucking assholes. You're an asshole. Try again—motherfucker. what. WVAT. WHAT. Yup. Just made captain. Fuck ya'll hoes. HOES Where the whippets at? This guy's house! Everybody, get in the car!! The Hoes single file into the car. Here's the keys. You fucking dick. You're welcome. MEANWHILE SUPACREE hosts an ALL-MALE DISCO PARTY OH. You HEATHENS. THINK MCFLY! THINK!!! Oh shit, are we still doing that one?! It's 2:22– BLŪ passes by a group of partygoers, turning for a moment to think Almost 2023 You can't just follow people to a rave these days; It's a new world. But for the first time I'm years I felt as if I was missing something. Maybe I was. Or maybe. It's part of me was there anyway… After tearfully crossing the way, she passes the HORSE MEAT DISCO Oh my god. Yes. Yes God. Yes. SUPACREE has just hosted the horse meat disco. This is also 3D. My notebook is 3D? Somewhere in The Universe, Yess. In Tthis universe? At least in this Universe. I don't have a way to feel about that. fine. AND DEN? ASHTON KUTCHER is a secret fan of THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE; and has recently discovered ENTER THE MYLTIVERSE; Now he devises a series of plots to be written into the show LEGENDS. ASHTON KUTCHER I'll be right back, babe— I gotta go to the ups store. MILA KUNIS You mean the UPS store? ASHTON KUTCHER The ups-store. MILA Whatever, shut up. ASHTON KUTCHER (Rushed) I'll be right back! MILA KUNIS Wait—PICK ME UP AN ELFBAR. That doesn't sound right. We'll get back to that later. Okay. Find the key. ok. ‘It never stops for anything…' Are you still stuck in that thing? It's another long one, Posted up at the shop; Isn't it obvious? I fuckiing love this l— Fucking hate this job Just another long one But in the long run, I'm the wrong one, I just don't give a fuck! I just don't give a fuck about love, hun I'm on a long one It's another long one I'm shaking, cold now I'm shaking in my boots I'm shaking it out Shaking it out Shaking it out Out of shape, And thanks— I'm out of time, I gotta run from spot to spot— It's just an alternate, It's just an option, It's just a can of pop, I just can't stop it. Stop it! None of these dudes wanna be just friends I promise, I'm just tryna make ends It never ends I need a band, I need a room at the Wynn Don't mean to be rude, but What the fuck was the plan Not standard. Stand there, Looking like a man Goddamn, that's random Check out the fandom, then I'm a phantom {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Gerald’s World.
Some Hollywood Shit.

Gerald’s World.

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 5, 2023 26:36


In each of the three previous worlds, humanity was destroyed by destructive practices and wars. In the most common version of the story the Spider Grandmother (Kookyangso'wuuti) caused a reed to grow into the sky, and it emerged in the Fourth World at the sipapu, a small tunnel or inter-dimensional passage. As the end of one world draws near the sipapu appears to lead the Hopi into the next phase of the world.[10] That explains this. –and that dream. Why do the spirits call upon me? To bring about a The New World. I told you, it's The fourth world. Oh. I just thought I was the 4th Skrillex. Maybe, that, too. Meh, we'll see. Just–keep writing. I told the spider I'd write it! What are you writing, anyway? I don't know yet. Look up Homer! Don't forget Makaevli! Ugh, I'm behind on my studies. Don't forget about that deadline. Fuck Dillon Francis. Aha, I win! Are you retarded? I mean, maybe; Does that mean I get a free pass at this? No free rides. No free admission. No free love. Well, there it is. Hm. Interesting. Writing to Skrillex helped me mull-out a disastrous amount of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Uh-huh… And writing to deadmau5 helps me write–uh–what is this? A memoir, I guess. A memoir? I'm not dead yet. No, I'm infinite. And increasingly ancient. The Universe's Expansion. What did I call it? Perhaps, The Insomniac? Oh, shit–did we ever figure out exactly what Pasquale wants out of this? –or wanted– Why past-tense? You just so happen to be an nflammatory racist. I'm not racist! Blue eyed people DO lie more than everybody else! It's not racist; it's a statistic! Why is this? I don't know! Maybe cause they can usually get away with it! What do those cards say again? I want seconds. deadmau5 saves lives. Now. First of all, nobody's claiming to be the living incarnation of Jesus. Except all these guys over here: Ah, yes, them– And like, a handful of rappers. Maybe that's what's so unattractive to me about black men. Not their skin? No, not really. Not their features? No, that's not it. Then what is it? Ego is unattractive. It can be. No, it is. So is this. It's just skin. I can admit I was always more beautiful inwardly than outwardly attractive. ALSO, IN THIS EPISODE: Hey Hey? What is THIS? It's a DeLorean. I see that. Good Get in. Uhm. I always wanted to ride in a DeLorean. —and, Ir gets real cold at night, And, We've all been spread too thin, And, I'm not trying to fit in, really; Just want it to end, But it's infinite It is It's definitely endless It is I don't even make ends meat… (More like rib tips) Goddamnit, just went vegan Skate, Might eat shit But I still won't buy or eat these chips —even if I could afford it. This life ain't worth it ; Pictures are worth 1,000 words, they said So I take portraits This world hurts, it Ain't worth it Mother of Earth isn't worthless— Just covered in dirt (And piss) And plastic, Damn, all this trash, and this damage, but— Where do we put it? Humans are stupid; But still wake up and do this, Can't move, shit, But why would I want to I'm not Blū today, I'm just used up, I'm sorry I screwed up I bought it, The wrong one Returned it, Refund Like this 28 cents bout to turn into something I wish it was summer I run here, umbrella You could call it undercover Lost my love somewhere around here Hope somebody picks it up; It cost a fortune But I'm fortunate— Loveless— But fortunate; I wondered what a fortune was, Then earned it I don't feel so special anymore, no I don't feel so special anymore, though I keep telling God I just want to come home Now I'm Ice cold Now I'm ice cold I had slept all day—that is, from around 8 AM until 9 PM; and though it had been weeks since I had set any alarms, I always woke up exactly when I needed to—so I figured I must have needed to, and considered that if I didn't, I didn't need to for some, or any eesson whatsoever. After falling asleep for just moments before waking up to scarf down my cold tater tots, accompanied by a green smoothie, I had agreed with myself that living the way I was, wherever in Los Ángeles or anywhere else was simply unsustainable—I no longer had the motivation or energy to spend 80 hours working for people who I could only imagine had it so much better than I did, calculating the numbers as I worked between the mimimum wage salaries I was being paid, the amount of inventory which was kept in each store, and the horrible working conditions of 2 out of the 5 stores total which I had been employed, not even accounting for the 6th store, which I had “obstinately” dissappeared from once my intelligence had been insulted past the point of beyond repair, and having my schedule changed to a midday jaunt that only allowed for a window of 2-hours of sleep on either side, which—turned out to be either less-or-none, with four roommates, one of them who had quit both her jobs and never left the room anymore, taking the justice of using her ex boyfriend's credit card to pay for her stay, and focusing on her “art”, which apparently meant scrolling all day through social media and shining her phone's flashlight in my face whenever I did begin to finally rest. At that point, I was almost entirely too tired to remember to tie the bandana I wore daily over my eyes as a block to the sunlight and her other shenanigans, plus any of the clamoring of the other two roommates—I had learned by now to, however, always keep my ears tightly plugged with foam, as she also liked to talk on the phone, and again, hadn't left the room in seemingly days, besides to get junk food to eat in bed—not that I had room to judge—I hadn't another place besides bed to comfortably eat, either, however, nor did I have the luxury of a boyfriend's credit card to afford my stay, and thus, kept working a full and steady full time, for so much less than I was worth that I couldn't stand myself, let alone afford the things I needed and God forbid the things I wanted. I needed a lot, actually—all of my bills were overdue, and my measly paychecks only had added up to barely afford me the 4-bed-shared dorm, which I had realized was more than luxurious and at the very least clean, which was the highlight of it—and as my 22-year-old-bunk mate became clearly rather depressed and irritating, she had become messy and careless, my empathy an offset, and my lack of time accumulating with the disorganization of hating a less than 100-square-foot with at least 3-busy people and one entitled brat, became an overwhelming push to move rooms and downsize even more than I had; now, the entirety of my belongings fit neatly into the back of a Prius with no qualms—but, understsnding the endless cyclical poverty of Los Ángeles, and though I was no longer truly homeless, paying upwards of $2,000 a month to share a space with four strangers, but still unwualifled to rent an apartment for even $1,000 a month, the minimum income for such being $3,500 a month, and falling short by far of the lump sum needef for the application fee, deposit, first, and last months, I had become desperate to leave again, however not to Mexico, or any other 3rd world country where I might be able to afford a cozy space alone, but would be unable to make money at all, by comparison, and would have to fight constantly not to be taken advantage of. (Not that I wasn't at least in some way doing so in Los Ángeles, in an of course, slightly less-hostile way.) All of my coworkers were tired, overworked, and miserable—complained of the horrid work conditions and high expectations of the minimum wage position, which of course provided only accessories for the many spectrums of dependency the city had to offer—besides oil burners, of course, which didn't keep away the methheads looking for them, calling about them, or buying nectar collectors as replacements—by any means. It was almost comical, the daily happenings of each store—and each of the 10 employees were sent between the storefronts sprinkled across the downtown Los Ángeles metropolitan landscape; It was the darkest tragedy-turned-comedy I had ever lived, or written, as I jotted down only the most perfect and seemingly divinely inspired occursnces—from crackheads snatching bags of chips, to gangster rappers and their ghetto fabulous entourages—and of course, the ever mystifying magicians which seemed to use the shop as a portal into my Inter dimensional madterpiece simply by being, accompanied of course by the occasional celebrity just in at the top of the midnight hour to by whippets—which one would think could be delivered, however—I was only grateful for the chaotic collision of wonderful imaginary circumstances which might cause one to have to write about it. When Timmy turned about 16, he started wishin for weird shit, ma —does line/takes shot, hits vape Cosmo, you should slow down, man. —?! Cannonball! —- well, We gotta get going. What. No! Don't go! We gotta go. It's getting late. No! Don't go! We gotta go. What? I can get more whippets! No, that's okay. See you, Cosmo. [the other fairies leave hurriedly, leaving Cosmo alone, deflated] Man, he's just not the same since Wanda left, man. It be that way sometimes. Yeah, I know. Poor guy. YeH. Oh well. Oh, are we still on this timeline? Yeah, I guess. So, what's next? I dunno, I gotta find something cool for Emma Watson to do, I guess. INT. KREAM. NIGHT AS FUCK. BLŪ is working alone. CUT TO: SUPACREE I always work alone. Play dead, bitch. SUPACREE I don't “play” Then be dead. CUT BACK TO: Three mysterious figures enter the storefront, adorned with dark Ray Bans Sunglasses. Two customers follow behind as they slowly walk through the store. CUSTOMER Holy shit, is that Emma Watson? OTHER CUSTOMER I dunno, looks kinda like her… CUSTOMER Holy shit—hey, yo—Emma! The three mysterious shoppers continue browsing, unaffected. The first customer approaches the only female of the trio. CUSTOMER CONT'D Yo, Emma—Emma Watson? An awkward silence, without movement; Blū quietly observes, standing at the register. CUSTOMER CONT'D UH, nevermind. Let's go, dude. OTHER CUSTOMER I told you it wasn't hers CUSTOMER That was embarrassing. The two customers exit the store, leaving BLŪ and the mysterious trio in the store. what was that? I dunno , Harry. … BLŪ squints over the golden rims of her sunglasses—suddenly, a large van with no windows screeches to a stop outside the door. Pause. Okay. What the fuck is this. {Enter The Multiverse} (We've been on the Harry Potter Timeline since like Season 1) ((Really)) (Yes.) CUT TO: ANANDAR. CUT BACK TO: Okay— And LEGENDS. Fuck. I'm stuck. Well, get unstuck. Okay. There's three hours on my shift left. I'm sure I'll come up with something. What are you doing with any of this? I don't know, I publish some of it on my podcast— —Uh Huh— But lately I've been trying to figure out how to get to the top of the U.S. Bank Tower. What's up there? CUT TO: “DEATHWISH” Oh yeah, that series. It's short lived. (Literally) NATALIE is attempting suicide by jumping from the roof of the U.S. BANK TOWER Oh no. Wait a second. We're already paused. Okay, so, what's going on? They'll figure it out. If I get plagiarized again without getting paid for it… What? I don't know. No more suicides. No more suicides. So whatever. Just copyright it. Even THAT costs money. Lots of money. This whole project costs lots of money. (Potentially) Are we done now? I guess. I mean— I know what happens after… THE DEVIL gives SUNNI BLŪ their soul back Lol. Why. (I know why) Here. What—*gasp* IS THAT MY SOUL? Shh. Just take it. NO. Just take it! NO, Devil. I'm rich and famous now. I know that. A deal's a deal! Just take it! Okay?! Shit—you can keep it, you can keep—everything—just—fuck, man! I'm a “they” You can take whatever you want, you can keep all this shit— All of it?! —I just, don't want it, don't need it. Just take it. Ok. Okay? Yes. Cool. [beat] Just sign this. Okay. And this. Alright. And this— What is this? It's a non-disclosure agreement. I'm not having sex with you. Yeah, but I don't want you to fuck me. Alright, alright. And—one more here— Alright… And…YO MORGAN. What sunni. Can I get a notary in here? For what now?! Just—come see. [MORGAN enters, irritated] Oh, hey Satan. Hey Melissa. What's up, dude. Nothin' . Lol. MEANWHILE uh oh DILLON FRANCIS is buried alive, after being kidnapped and placed into a wooden coffin. Oh shit. I love this scene. He really is a good actor. DILLON FRANCIS CAN SUCK MY NUTZ. Yo. Lol. Why does everybody hate him. Idk. He must really hate himself or something. My roommate had been kind enough to give me a tarot reading before I left for new years weekend, exclaiming, “There's a Capricorn entering your midsts, but you must give him permission.” “Oh shit, the Capricorn?! Really? “ The rest of the reading became a humble lull in the back of my mind, as The Amethyst in my bra began to buzz unlike the way it had ever before; it had rang, pulsated, and even sometimes shook itself—but had never quite buzzed the way that it did this day, and so, impulsively, as she finished the reading, filling my mind up with what I was sure was nonsense about a greater love than I had ever known on the horizon with a mysterious Capricorn, I took the stone from my brazziere, holding it for a moment in my left palm, and placing it on the wooden post between our beds—her eyes widened as they drew to the stone, as I explained: “I've carried this stone for a very long time—nobody touches it but me.” “Okay”, she said, still fixated and almost enamored with the stone. “You can touch it, if you want.” “I really want to” “Cool,” I said, picking up my DJ equipment and exiting towards the rooftop to play. “Hold onto it, I'll be back in an hour.” , I said. , reaching for the door. “Okay”, she beamed with excitement. “You got the Capricorn ; Now, tell me about the Libra. October 5th.” I said, opening the door and slowly exiting, my DJ equipment obscuring the door from closing. “See you soon.” After a string of robberies, TIMMY TURNER is apprehended and arrested near the scene of the crime… w—- THE DELOREAN arrives with a bang. WHAT THE FUCK. Oh hell no. Well, let's go. yo. YOOOOOO! What the FUCK. I brought the DeLorean. ARE YOU CRAZY?! YES. —in front of all these PEOPLE. They're mostly NPCs! …I gotta call my mom. ITS A BOMB! ITS THE END OF THE WORLD! …it's just another night in downtown Los Angeles. I can't help it! It's a DeLorean! It just “shows up” like that!!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! HELL! Pasquale, I told you! Hanzel I looked there. You vwerent there. I wvas there. You just didn't see me. Here's this, by the way. S/he produces the cloak of invisibility. THAT's where that was. Nowhere. Yeah, literally, nowhere. YOU HAD THIS THE WHOLE TIME. Yes, dude, stop yelling at me. WHERE IS SUPACREE?! —where's Skrillex?! UGH. Stop asking that. Well. Find him, maybe, then everyone'll stop asking where he's at. WHERE IS SUPACREE. Looking for SKRILLEX. Duh. *hits vape* fucking assholes. You're an asshole. Try again—motherfucker. what. WVAT. WHAT. Yup. Just made captain. Fuck ya'll hoes. HOES Where the whippets at? This guy's house! Everybody, get in the car!! The Hoes single file into the car. Here's the keys. You fucking dick. You're welcome. MEANWHILE SUPACREE hosts an ALL-MALE DISCO PARTY OH. You HEATHENS. THINK MCFLY! THINK!!! Oh shit, are we still doing that one?! It's 2:22– BLŪ passes by a group of partygoers, turning for a moment to think Almost 2023 You can't just follow people to a rave these days; It's a new world. But for the first time I'm years I felt as if I was missing something. Maybe I was. Or maybe. It's part of me was there anyway… After tearfully crossing the way, she passes the HORSE MEAT DISCO Oh my god. Yes. Yes God. Yes. SUPACREE has just hosted the horse meat disco. This is also 3D. My notebook is 3D? Somewhere in The Universe, Yess. In Tthis universe? At least in this Universe. I don't have a way to feel about that. fine. AND DEN? ASHTON KUTCHER is a secret fan of THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE; and has recently discovered ENTER THE MYLTIVERSE; Now he devises a series of plots to be written into the show LEGENDS. ASHTON KUTCHER I'll be right back, babe— I gotta go to the ups store. MILA KUNIS You mean the UPS store? ASHTON KUTCHER The ups-store. MILA Whatever, shut up. ASHTON KUTCHER (Rushed) I'll be right back! MILA KUNIS Wait—PICK ME UP AN ELFBAR. That doesn't sound right. We'll get back to that later. Okay. Find the key. ok. ‘It never stops for anything…' Are you still stuck in that thing? It's another long one, Posted up at the shop; Isn't it obvious? I fuckiing love this l— Fucking hate this job Just another long one But in the long run, I'm the wrong one, I just don't give a fuck! I just don't give a fuck about love, hun I'm on a long one It's another long one I'm shaking, cold now I'm shaking in my boots I'm shaking it out Shaking it out Shaking it out Out of shape, And thanks— I'm out of time, I gotta run from spot to spot— It's just an alternate, It's just an option, It's just a can of pop, I just can't stop it. Stop it! None of these dudes wanna be just friends I promise, I'm just tryna make ends It never ends I need a band, I need a room at the Wynn Don't mean to be rude, but What the fuck was the plan Not standard. Stand there, Looking like a man Goddamn, that's random Check out the fandom, then I'm a phantom {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

In each of the three previous worlds, humanity was destroyed by destructive practices and wars. In the most common version of the story the Spider Grandmother (Kookyangso'wuuti) caused a reed to grow into the sky, and it emerged in the Fourth World at the sipapu, a small tunnel or inter-dimensional passage. As the end of one world draws near the sipapu appears to lead the Hopi into the next phase of the world.[10] That explains this. –and that dream. Why do the spirits call upon me? To bring about a The New World. I told you, it's The fourth world. Oh. I just thought I was the 4th Skrillex. Maybe, that, too. Meh, we'll see. Just–keep writing. I told the spider I'd write it! What are you writing, anyway? I don't know yet. Look up Homer! Don't forget Makaevli! Ugh, I'm behind on my studies. Don't forget about that deadline. Fuck Dillon Francis. Aha, I win! Are you retarded? I mean, maybe; Does that mean I get a free pass at this? No free rides. No free admission. No free love. Well, there it is. Hm. Interesting. Writing to Skrillex helped me mull-out a disastrous amount of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Uh-huh… And writing to deadmau5 helps me write–uh–what is this? A memoir, I guess. A memoir? I'm not dead yet. No, I'm infinite. And increasingly ancient. The Universe's Expansion. What did I call it? Perhaps, The Insomniac? Oh, shit–did we ever figure out exactly what Pasquale wants out of this? –or wanted– Why past-tense? You just so happen to be an nflammatory racist. I'm not racist! Blue eyed people DO lie more than everybody else! It's not racist; it's a statistic! Why is this? I don't know! Maybe cause they can usually get away with it! What do those cards say again? I want seconds. deadmau5 saves lives. Now. First of all, nobody's claiming to be the living incarnation of Jesus. Except all these guys over here: Ah, yes, them– And like, a handful of rappers. Maybe that's what's so unattractive to me about black men. Not their skin? No, not really. Not their features? No, that's not it. Then what is it? Ego is unattractive. It can be. No, it is. So is this. It's just skin. I can admit I was always more beautiful inwardly than outwardly attractive. ALSO, IN THIS EPISODE: Hey Hey? What is THIS? It's a DeLorean. I see that. Good Get in. Uhm. I always wanted to ride in a DeLorean. —and, Ir gets real cold at night, And, We've all been spread too thin, And, I'm not trying to fit in, really; Just want it to end, But it's infinite It is It's definitely endless It is I don't even make ends meat… (More like rib tips) Goddamnit, just went vegan Skate, Might eat shit But I still won't buy or eat these chips —even if I could afford it. This life ain't worth it ; Pictures are worth 1,000 words, they said So I take portraits This world hurts, it Ain't worth it Mother of Earth isn't worthless— Just covered in dirt (And piss) And plastic, Damn, all this trash, and this damage, but— Where do we put it? Humans are stupid; But still wake up and do this, Can't move, shit, But why would I want to I'm not Blū today, I'm just used up, I'm sorry I screwed up I bought it, The wrong one Returned it, Refund Like this 28 cents bout to turn into something I wish it was summer I run here, umbrella You could call it undercover Lost my love somewhere around here Hope somebody picks it up; It cost a fortune But I'm fortunate— Loveless— But fortunate; I wondered what a fortune was, Then earned it I don't feel so special anymore, no I don't feel so special anymore, though I keep telling God I just want to come home Now I'm Ice cold Now I'm ice cold I had slept all day—that is, from around 8 AM until 9 PM; and though it had been weeks since I had set any alarms, I always woke up exactly when I needed to—so I figured I must have needed to, and considered that if I didn't, I didn't need to for some, or any eesson whatsoever. After falling asleep for just moments before waking up to scarf down my cold tater tots, accompanied by a green smoothie, I had agreed with myself that living the way I was, wherever in Los Ángeles or anywhere else was simply unsustainable—I no longer had the motivation or energy to spend 80 hours working for people who I could only imagine had it so much better than I did, calculating the numbers as I worked between the mimimum wage salaries I was being paid, the amount of inventory which was kept in each store, and the horrible working conditions of 2 out of the 5 stores total which I had been employed, not even accounting for the 6th store, which I had “obstinately” dissappeared from once my intelligence had been insulted past the point of beyond repair, and having my schedule changed to a midday jaunt that only allowed for a window of 2-hours of sleep on either side, which—turned out to be either less-or-none, with four roommates, one of them who had quit both her jobs and never left the room anymore, taking the justice of using her ex boyfriend's credit card to pay for her stay, and focusing on her “art”, which apparently meant scrolling all day through social media and shining her phone's flashlight in my face whenever I did begin to finally rest. At that point, I was almost entirely too tired to remember to tie the bandana I wore daily over my eyes as a block to the sunlight and her other shenanigans, plus any of the clamoring of the other two roommates—I had learned by now to, however, always keep my ears tightly plugged with foam, as she also liked to talk on the phone, and again, hadn't left the room in seemingly days, besides to get junk food to eat in bed—not that I had room to judge—I hadn't another place besides bed to comfortably eat, either, however, nor did I have the luxury of a boyfriend's credit card to afford my stay, and thus, kept working a full and steady full time, for so much less than I was worth that I couldn't stand myself, let alone afford the things I needed and God forbid the things I wanted. I needed a lot, actually—all of my bills were overdue, and my measly paychecks only had added up to barely afford me the 4-bed-shared dorm, which I had realized was more than luxurious and at the very least clean, which was the highlight of it—and as my 22-year-old-bunk mate became clearly rather depressed and irritating, she had become messy and careless, my empathy an offset, and my lack of time accumulating with the disorganization of hating a less than 100-square-foot with at least 3-busy people and one entitled brat, became an overwhelming push to move rooms and downsize even more than I had; now, the entirety of my belongings fit neatly into the back of a Prius with no qualms—but, understsnding the endless cyclical poverty of Los Ángeles, and though I was no longer truly homeless, paying upwards of $2,000 a month to share a space with four strangers, but still unwualifled to rent an apartment for even $1,000 a month, the minimum income for such being $3,500 a month, and falling short by far of the lump sum needef for the application fee, deposit, first, and last months, I had become desperate to leave again, however not to Mexico, or any other 3rd world country where I might be able to afford a cozy space alone, but would be unable to make money at all, by comparison, and would have to fight constantly not to be taken advantage of. (Not that I wasn't at least in some way doing so in Los Ángeles, in an of course, slightly less-hostile way.) All of my coworkers were tired, overworked, and miserable—complained of the horrid work conditions and high expectations of the minimum wage position, which of course provided only accessories for the many spectrums of dependency the city had to offer—besides oil burners, of course, which didn't keep away the methheads looking for them, calling about them, or buying nectar collectors as replacements—by any means. It was almost comical, the daily happenings of each store—and each of the 10 employees were sent between the storefronts sprinkled across the downtown Los Ángeles metropolitan landscape; It was the darkest tragedy-turned-comedy I had ever lived, or written, as I jotted down only the most perfect and seemingly divinely inspired occursnces—from crackheads snatching bags of chips, to gangster rappers and their ghetto fabulous entourages—and of course, the ever mystifying magicians which seemed to use the shop as a portal into my Inter dimensional madterpiece simply by being, accompanied of course by the occasional celebrity just in at the top of the midnight hour to by whippets—which one would think could be delivered, however—I was only grateful for the chaotic collision of wonderful imaginary circumstances which might cause one to have to write about it. When Timmy turned about 16, he started wishin for weird shit, ma —does line/takes shot, hits vape Cosmo, you should slow down, man. —?! Cannonball! —- well, We gotta get going. What. No! Don't go! We gotta go. It's getting late. No! Don't go! We gotta go. What? I can get more whippets! No, that's okay. See you, Cosmo. [the other fairies leave hurriedly, leaving Cosmo alone, deflated] Man, he's just not the same since Wanda left, man. It be that way sometimes. Yeah, I know. Poor guy. YeH. Oh well. Oh, are we still on this timeline? Yeah, I guess. So, what's next? I dunno, I gotta find something cool for Emma Watson to do, I guess. INT. KREAM. NIGHT AS FUCK. BLŪ is working alone. CUT TO: SUPACREE I always work alone. Play dead, bitch. SUPACREE I don't “play” Then be dead. CUT BACK TO: Three mysterious figures enter the storefront, adorned with dark Ray Bans Sunglasses. Two customers follow behind as they slowly walk through the store. CUSTOMER Holy shit, is that Emma Watson? OTHER CUSTOMER I dunno, looks kinda like her… CUSTOMER Holy shit—hey, yo—Emma! The three mysterious shoppers continue browsing, unaffected. The first customer approaches the only female of the trio. CUSTOMER CONT'D Yo, Emma—Emma Watson? An awkward silence, without movement; Blū quietly observes, standing at the register. CUSTOMER CONT'D UH, nevermind. Let's go, dude. OTHER CUSTOMER I told you it wasn't hers CUSTOMER That was embarrassing. The two customers exit the store, leaving BLŪ and the mysterious trio in the store. what was that? I dunno , Harry. … BLŪ squints over the golden rims of her sunglasses—suddenly, a large van with no windows screeches to a stop outside the door. Pause. Okay. What the fuck is this. {Enter The Multiverse} (We've been on the Harry Potter Timeline since like Season 1) ((Really)) (Yes.) CUT TO: ANANDAR. CUT BACK TO: Okay— And LEGENDS. Fuck. I'm stuck. Well, get unstuck. Okay. There's three hours on my shift left. I'm sure I'll come up with something. What are you doing with any of this? I don't know, I publish some of it on my podcast— —Uh Huh— But lately I've been trying to figure out how to get to the top of the U.S. Bank Tower. What's up there? CUT TO: “DEATHWISH” Oh yeah, that series. It's short lived. (Literally) NATALIE is attempting suicide by jumping from the roof of the U.S. BANK TOWER Oh no. Wait a second. We're already paused. Okay, so, what's going on? They'll figure it out. If I get plagiarized again without getting paid for it… What? I don't know. No more suicides. No more suicides. So whatever. Just copyright it. Even THAT costs money. Lots of money. This whole project costs lots of money. (Potentially) Are we done now? I guess. I mean— I know what happens after… THE DEVIL gives SUNNI BLŪ their soul back Lol. Why. (I know why) Here. What—*gasp* IS THAT MY SOUL? Shh. Just take it. NO. Just take it! NO, Devil. I'm rich and famous now. I know that. A deal's a deal! Just take it! Okay?! Shit—you can keep it, you can keep—everything—just—fuck, man! I'm a “they” You can take whatever you want, you can keep all this shit— All of it?! —I just, don't want it, don't need it. Just take it. Ok. Okay? Yes. Cool. [beat] Just sign this. Okay. And this. Alright. And this— What is this? It's a non-disclosure agreement. I'm not having sex with you. Yeah, but I don't want you to fuck me. Alright, alright. And—one more here— Alright… And…YO MORGAN. What sunni. Can I get a notary in here? For what now?! Just—come see. [MORGAN enters, irritated] Oh, hey Satan. Hey Melissa. What's up, dude. Nothin' . Lol. MEANWHILE uh oh DILLON FRANCIS is buried alive, after being kidnapped and placed into a wooden coffin. Oh shit. I love this scene. He really is a good actor. DILLON FRANCIS CAN SUCK MY NUTZ. Yo. Lol. Why does everybody hate him. Idk. He must really hate himself or something. My roommate had been kind enough to give me a tarot reading before I left for new years weekend, exclaiming, “There's a Capricorn entering your midsts, but you must give him permission.” “Oh shit, the Capricorn?! Really? “ The rest of the reading became a humble lull in the back of my mind, as The Amethyst in my bra began to buzz unlike the way it had ever before; it had rang, pulsated, and even sometimes shook itself—but had never quite buzzed the way that it did this day, and so, impulsively, as she finished the reading, filling my mind up with what I was sure was nonsense about a greater love than I had ever known on the horizon with a mysterious Capricorn, I took the stone from my brazziere, holding it for a moment in my left palm, and placing it on the wooden post between our beds—her eyes widened as they drew to the stone, as I explained: “I've carried this stone for a very long time—nobody touches it but me.” “Okay”, she said, still fixated and almost enamored with the stone. “You can touch it, if you want.” “I really want to” “Cool,” I said, picking up my DJ equipment and exiting towards the rooftop to play. “Hold onto it, I'll be back in an hour.” , I said. , reaching for the door. “Okay”, she beamed with excitement. “You got the Capricorn ; Now, tell me about the Libra. October 5th.” I said, opening the door and slowly exiting, my DJ equipment obscuring the door from closing. “See you soon.” After a string of robberies, TIMMY TURNER is apprehended and arrested near the scene of the crime… w—- THE DELOREAN arrives with a bang. WHAT THE FUCK. Oh hell no. Well, let's go. yo. YOOOOOO! What the FUCK. I brought the DeLorean. ARE YOU CRAZY?! YES. —in front of all these PEOPLE. They're mostly NPCs! …I gotta call my mom. ITS A BOMB! ITS THE END OF THE WORLD! …it's just another night in downtown Los Angeles. I can't help it! It's a DeLorean! It just “shows up” like that!!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! HELL! Pasquale, I told you! Hanzel I looked there. You vwerent there. I wvas there. You just didn't see me. Here's this, by the way. S/he produces the cloak of invisibility. THAT's where that was. Nowhere. Yeah, literally, nowhere. YOU HAD THIS THE WHOLE TIME. Yes, dude, stop yelling at me. WHERE IS SUPACREE?! —where's Skrillex?! UGH. Stop asking that. Well. Find him, maybe, then everyone'll stop asking where he's at. WHERE IS SUPACREE. Looking for SKRILLEX. Duh. *hits vape* fucking assholes. You're an asshole. Try again—motherfucker. what. WVAT. WHAT. Yup. Just made captain. Fuck ya'll hoes. HOES Where the whippets at? This guy's house! Everybody, get in the car!! The Hoes single file into the car. Here's the keys. You fucking dick. You're welcome. MEANWHILE SUPACREE hosts an ALL-MALE DISCO PARTY OH. You HEATHENS. THINK MCFLY! THINK!!! Oh shit, are we still doing that one?! It's 2:22– BLŪ passes by a group of partygoers, turning for a moment to think Almost 2023 You can't just follow people to a rave these days; It's a new world. But for the first time I'm years I felt as if I was missing something. Maybe I was. Or maybe. It's part of me was there anyway… After tearfully crossing the way, she passes the HORSE MEAT DISCO Oh my god. Yes. Yes God. Yes. SUPACREE has just hosted the horse meat disco. This is also 3D. My notebook is 3D? Somewhere in The Universe, Yess. In Tthis universe? At least in this Universe. I don't have a way to feel about that. fine. AND DEN? ASHTON KUTCHER is a secret fan of THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE; and has recently discovered ENTER THE MYLTIVERSE; Now he devises a series of plots to be written into the show LEGENDS. ASHTON KUTCHER I'll be right back, babe— I gotta go to the ups store. MILA KUNIS You mean the UPS store? ASHTON KUTCHER The ups-store. MILA Whatever, shut up. ASHTON KUTCHER (Rushed) I'll be right back! MILA KUNIS Wait—PICK ME UP AN ELFBAR. That doesn't sound right. We'll get back to that later. Okay. Find the key. ok. ‘It never stops for anything…' Are you still stuck in that thing? It's another long one, Posted up at the shop; Isn't it obvious? I fuckiing love this l— Fucking hate this job Just another long one But in the long run, I'm the wrong one, I just don't give a fuck! I just don't give a fuck about love, hun I'm on a long one It's another long one I'm shaking, cold now I'm shaking in my boots I'm shaking it out Shaking it out Shaking it out Out of shape, And thanks— I'm out of time, I gotta run from spot to spot— It's just an alternate, It's just an option, It's just a can of pop, I just can't stop it. Stop it! None of these dudes wanna be just friends I promise, I'm just tryna make ends It never ends I need a band, I need a room at the Wynn Don't mean to be rude, but What the fuck was the plan Not standard. Stand there, Looking like a man Goddamn, that's random Check out the fandom, then I'm a phantom {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Royski's Club Compassion Podcast & Royski's Ride The 80's Wave Podcast
Episode 298: Club Compassion Podcast #298 (EDM Set) - Royski

Royski's Club Compassion Podcast & Royski's Ride The 80's Wave Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 2, 2023 77:51


1. Marshmello - Before U2. Dillon Francis, ILLENIUM & EVAN GIIA - Don't Let Me Let Go3. Kanye West & Jay-Z - Niggas In Paris (Mastamonk Festival)4. Post Malone - I Fall Apart (Dollar Bear)5. Dorrough  - Ice Cream Paint Job (Mastamonk)6. Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill (DJ RAP Drum & Bass)7. Naughty By Nature - O.P.P.8. David Guetta & Bebe Rexha vs Eiffel 65 - I'm Good vs Blue9. SIDEPIECE - Acrobatic (Alex Amaro Remix)10. Rihanna vs Martin Eriksson - Please Don't Stop The Music vs To The Edge (AUDIO1)11. Riton vs Nightcrawlers ft Mufasa vs Mr Black - Friday vs After Party (Danny Diggz)12. Justin Bieber vs Daft Punk - Ghost vs One More Time (Scooter Bootleg)13. Sickick vs Rick James - Super Freak (tiktok Sickmix Bootleg Remix)14. Krewella vs WildVibes & Neyra - Alive vs Now or Never (AUDIO1)15. Lady Gaga vs 4B vs Chuwe - Bad Romance vs Turn It Up (DJ Grant)16. ATB & Topic vs A7S - Your Love (9PM) (Tiesto RMX) (Danny Diggz)17. Avicii & Sebastien Drums - My Feelings For You18. Avicii vs Nicky Romero - I Could Be The One19. Kanye West vs Martin Garrix & Breathe Carolinna - Stronger vs Something (Rye & Josh Stylez)20. Waka Flocka Flame vs Tiesto vs Yeah Yeah Yeahs vs A-Trak - No Hands vs The Business vs Heads Will Roll (Christian LaGrotteria)21. Moksi feat. Chocolate Puma vs Who Da Funk - You Lose Nothing vs Disco Balls (SABER Bootleg)22. Rihanna vs. Pajane - Pon De Replay vs Back Once More (Danny Diggz)23. Alexandra Stan vs Tiesto - Mr. Saxobeat vs Baila Conmigo (AUDIO1)24. Zedd ft. Matthew Koma vs. Tiesto & Deorro vs Kevin Drew - Find You vs Savage (Olive Oil & DJ Kel)www.djroyski.comwww.patreon.com/royskiwww.mixcloud.com/djroyskiwww.facebook.com/djroyskiwww.twitter.com/djroyski

Royski's Club Compassion Podcast & Royski’s Rad 90’s Alternative Podcast
Episode 298: Club Compassion Podcast #298 (EDM Set) - Royski

Royski's Club Compassion Podcast & Royski’s Rad 90’s Alternative Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 2, 2023 77:51


1. Marshmello - Before U2. Dillon Francis, ILLENIUM & EVAN GIIA - Don't Let Me Let Go3. Kanye West & Jay-Z - Niggas In Paris (Mastamonk Festival)4. Post Malone - I Fall Apart (Dollar Bear)5. Dorrough  - Ice Cream Paint Job (Mastamonk)6. Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill (DJ RAP Drum & Bass)7. Naughty By Nature - O.P.P.8. David Guetta & Bebe Rexha vs Eiffel 65 - I'm Good vs Blue9. SIDEPIECE - Acrobatic (Alex Amaro Remix)10. Rihanna vs Martin Eriksson - Please Don't Stop The Music vs To The Edge (AUDIO1)11. Riton vs Nightcrawlers ft Mufasa vs Mr Black - Friday vs After Party (Danny Diggz)12. Justin Bieber vs Daft Punk - Ghost vs One More Time (Scooter Bootleg)13. Sickick vs Rick James - Super Freak (tiktok Sickmix Bootleg Remix)14. Krewella vs WildVibes & Neyra - Alive vs Now or Never (AUDIO1)15. Lady Gaga vs 4B vs Chuwe - Bad Romance vs Turn It Up (DJ Grant)16. ATB & Topic vs A7S - Your Love (9PM) (Tiesto RMX) (Danny Diggz)17. Avicii & Sebastien Drums - My Feelings For You18. Avicii vs Nicky Romero - I Could Be The One19. Kanye West vs Martin Garrix & Breathe Carolinna - Stronger vs Something (Rye & Josh Stylez)20. Waka Flocka Flame vs Tiesto vs Yeah Yeah Yeahs vs A-Trak - No Hands vs The Business vs Heads Will Roll (Christian LaGrotteria)21. Moksi feat. Chocolate Puma vs Who Da Funk - You Lose Nothing vs Disco Balls (SABER Bootleg)22. Rihanna vs. Pajane - Pon De Replay vs Back Once More (Danny Diggz)23. Alexandra Stan vs Tiesto - Mr. Saxobeat vs Baila Conmigo (AUDIO1)24. Zedd ft. Matthew Koma vs. Tiesto & Deorro vs Kevin Drew - Find You vs Savage (Olive Oil & DJ Kel)www.djroyski.comwww.patreon.com/royskiwww.mixcloud.com/djroyskiwww.facebook.com/djroyskiwww.twitter.com/djroyski

DJ Peeti-V's Podcast
Episode 59: DJ Peeti-V - "2022 Wrap-Up Mix"

DJ Peeti-V's Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 1, 2023 45:22


Fresh off the press is a new mix for you that captures 52 of the hottest mainstream open-format tracks from the glorious year of 2022. Tracks include everything from House, Dance, Latin, Reggaeton, Afrobeats, R&B, Hip-Hop, Pop, Trap, etc. I hope you enjoy the mix! Happy New Year! 1.     Lady Gaga X Mau P -  Bloody Mary [Drugs] From Amsterdam (Rudeejay & Da Brozz Mash-Boot)2.     Lizzo Vs Tujamo -  About Damn Time (Dj Scene Xl Drop That Low Edit)3.     Shenseea & Megan The Stallion -  Lick - Etx Coolie Culo Dance Riddim Edit 4.     Daddy Yankee & Pitbull, Lil Jon, Deville -  Hot (Smassh Extra Hot Hype Edit) 5.     Gayle Vs Avicii -  Abcdefu X Levels (Scooter Vs Sir Gio Bootleg)6.     James Hype & Miggy Dela Rosa -  Ferrari 7.     Dua Lipa Vs Axwell & Dirty South Vs Temper Trap Vs Crunkz -  Sweetest Pie (Smassh Sweet Disposition & Unknown Peak Hour Bootleg) 8.     Diplo & Miguel X Alesso -  Dont Forget My Love [If I Lose Myself Tonight] (Joe Maz Edit)9.     Tiesto -  Baila Conmigo10.  Drake Vs. Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, Moguai -  Massive (Beatbreaker Edit)11.  David Guetta Ft Becky Hill & Ella Henderson -  Crazy What Love Can Do (A7s Remix) 12.  City Girls Ft. Usher -  Good Love - Trentino Remix 13.  Megan Thee Stallion -  Flamin' Hottie - Dj Serg Sniper Push It Intro 14.  Tiesto & Black Eyed Peas -  Pump It Louder - Mark Anthony Dashstar* Edit15.  David Guetta & Bebe Rexha -  Im Good (Blue) - Cheyenne Giles Remix 16.  Kate Bush -  Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) - Landis & Joe Max Remix - Dj Peeti_V Bootleg17.  Tiesto & Charli Xcx -  Hot In It 18.  Dillon Francis, Lil Jon -  Goodies (Deville Hype Personal Edit) 19.  Imanbek & Byor -  Belly Dancer20.  Bad Bunny -  Titi Me Pregunto (Dj Od Club Edit) 21.  Tyga -  Booty Dancer 22.  Tyga -  Fantastic - Kidcutup Beats Knockin Edit 23.  Jack Harlow Vs Saweetie -  First Class X My Type (Scooter Blend)24.  Drake -  Circo Loco (Joe Maz Remix)25.  Yg -  Toxic - Dj Valid Remix 26.  Post Malone & Doja Cat -  I Like You (A Happier Song) 27.  Aitch & Ashanti -  Baby 28.  Tyga, Jhene Aiko & Pop Smoke -  Sunshine 29.  Burna Boy -  Last Last (Booty Patrol Remix)30.  Bad Bunny & Chencho Corleone -  Me Porto Bonito 31.  Bad Bunny & Rauw Alejandro -  Party (Alex Dynamix Hype Edit) 32.  Fireboy Dml & Ed Sheeran -  Peru Truffle Butter (Starjack Epic Suprise Blend)33.  David Guetta & Afrojack Ft. Missy Elliott, Iamdoechii & Bia -  Trampoline - Kidcutup Hype Intro 34.  Kid Ink Feat. Ism -  Go Mode 35.  Armani White -  Billie Eilish. 36.  Yg, Tyga, Drake & Migos -  Run (Dj Joe Green Wordplay Intro) 37.  Post Malone & Roddy Ricch -  Cooped Up (Saber Bootleg)38.  Drake & 21 Savage -  Rich Flex - Markcutz Slam Intro 39.  Drake & 21 Savage Vs Coolio -  Rich Flex (Refresh Gangstas Paradise Blend) 40.  Jack Harlow -  Dua Lipa 41.  Hitkidd & Glorilla -  F.N.F. (Let's Go) 42.  Cardi B Ft Kanye West & Lil Durk -  Hot Shit (Smassh 'This Is Why I'm Hot' Intro) 43.  Gunna & Future Ft. Young Thug -  Pushin P 44.  Drake Ft 21 Savage -  Jimmy Cooks 45.  Bad Bunny -  Despues De La Playa (Smassh Hype Edit) 46.  Central Cee -  Doja 47.  Jack Harlow -  Nail Tech48.  Justin Bieber Feat Don Toliver -  Honest 49.  Megan Thee Stallion Feat. Future -  Pressurelicious 50.  Nicki Minaj Feat. Lil Baby -  Bussin 51.  Drake -  Sticky 52.  Nghtmre & Slander Feat. Dylan Matthew -  Fall Into MeAlso, make sure to look me up in iTunes to get my mixes automatically and visit my webpage at www.djpeetiv.com. 

DJ BEATZILLA PODCAST
Bedroom Bangerz - December 2022 | Pop/Hip-Hop Remixes

DJ BEATZILLA PODCAST

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 30, 2022 44:02


The December mix is here. - TRACKLIST - 1. Avicii - Levels (Dainjazone Remix) 2. Drake - Pussy & Millions (Lemi Vice Remix) 3. Migos vs SMACK - Bad & Boujee (Smassh 2022 Edit) 4. Rihanna vs Cheyenne Giles - We Found Love vs Dont Stop (DJ ALEXX K Edit) 5. Icona Pop vs Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, Martin Garrix vs Cheyenne Giles - I Love Tremor (Smassh 2022 Bootleg) 6. Sam Smith vs Disclosure vs Nitti Gritti - Unholy (JD Live Club Edit) 7. Britney Spears vs Nicky Romero - Hit Me Baby One More Time (Rye & Josh Stylez Edit) 8. DMX vs L3N - Party Up (Dre Llamo Bootleg) 9. Lil Nas X, Jack Harlow - INDUSTRY BABY (Sterbinszky x MYNEA Remix) 10. Topic & A7S - Kernkraft 400 (A Better Day) (BRNY & B00ST Remix) 11. David Guetta ft Kid Cudi - Memories (Kealen Remix) 12. MAKJ, Lil Jon vs. Valentino Khan - Lets Get Fucked Up (SQUARED 'Goin Up' Edit) 13. ACRAZE feat. Cherish - Do It To It (Habstrakt Remix) 14. Breach vs. Alok - Jack (Rye & Josh Stylez 'Kill Me' Edit) 15. Chuckie & Silvio Ecomo, Afrojack - Moombah (Beatz Freq & Sir Gio 2022 Edit) 16. SABER & Noise Cans - Fiyah 17. Valentino Khan & Dillon Francis vs. Nina Sky- Move It (NOVA ‘Move Ya Body' Edit) 18. Zedd feat. Foxes vs. Raven & Kreyn & BIGMOO - Clarity (Rye ‘Welcome To The Future' Edit) 19. Shouse vs. Olive Oil - Love Tonight (SQUARED Edit) 20. SMACK & Swanky Tunes feat. Ayah Marar - Ready Or Not 21. Cobra Starship feat. Sabi vs. Pickle - You Make Me Feel (Gin and Sonic ‘Body Heat' Edit) 22. LMFAO - Sexy And I Know It (B00ST & Bashkin 2022 VIP Edit) 23. Robert Falcon - Shake Milk 24. Robin S - Show Me Love (Riggi & Piros 2021 Remix) 25. Kesha, SMACK - Tik Tok (Deville 2023 Big Room Bootleg) 26. Post Malone ft Doja Cat - I Like You (Jed Harper Remix) 27. Jeremih, 50 Cent, Steve Aoki & Lodato - Down On Me (DJ OD 2022 Bootleg) 28. Kanye West, Jengi - Lamborghini Bel Mercy (Deville Vocal Club Edit) 29. Sebastian Ingrosso, Tommy Trash & John Martin vs Cedric Gervais, Joel Corry - Reload (Rye & Josh Stylez Molly Edit)

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

“The Fame Game “ Seven Secret contestants are chosen by a quiet collective of wealthy individuals, scientists, andywole elite to compete through the inter dimensions o reality:!9'lu three will remain in the final round—one will be chosen to be given an unknown series of tasks, set to unlock a golden oracle. Wasn't I about to write something? If I was, I forgot what it was already Don't miss breakfast. I wanted tater tots. I know what you wanted. That's a lot of tater tots. I know. … … … Do you have any sauce? Alright, Dillon Francis Yea. What's up. Nothin. It's like a fucked up Cheaper By The Dozen, With more kids, And mormons; And doesn't make sense, in the beginning ; Then you'll get it What's this one? It's The Adventures of… A FIRE grows astonishingly quickly at a campsite in the forest. STOP IT. We gotta put it out somehow. You're making it WORSE. You started it. But you're making it WORSE. Fine. Fix it yourself, then. [CC leaves DJ as the fire grows rapidly.] Wait. CC! [CC continues walking away calmly.] CC! LATER [DJ Enters the driver's seat of his van, as CC sits texting, aloof, on her phone. He shuts the door, motionlessl staring forward, face blackened with ash. CC looks up from her phone, her eyes obscured from behind her dark sunglasses.] [beat] …Did you put it out? …Yes. [She nods and goes back to her phone. DJ reaches for his sunglasses, covering his ash-swept eyes, starts the van, and drives slowly forward.] Lol. what's this shit? Idk. It's with Dillon Francis and some girl What girl. idk . Is it funny? It's on Netflix. So binge watch it? That's the plan. WHAT. What if it's on Amazon Prime?! Nothing's on Amazon Prime. Animal House is. What is ANIMAL HOUSE CLIPS Woah. That's a lot. That's so much. ANYWAY What. What i it's on Hulu? FUCK HULU A HULU ORIGINAL SERIES Whaaaaaat. What is this THe AdventuresOf… PAUSE. I gotta break this fast. Yeah, that's enough. What the fuck is this guy doing with his magic. Let's start slow: Smart Water, and probiotics, Some nonsense plot; Then, my scar lights up like Harry Potter's “Ah, shit. Not again.” I wanna saw off my noggin and watch Nick And pop ten rocks, If it's toxic enough To get me off this rock, quick! Eminem?! Nah, it's Marshall; You went off in the project And forgot what the next remark was. Fuck. Uhhhhhm…. I lost it. Fuck. My heart stopped, As I name-dropped a lot of stars, Another cougher, I just want the deposit on a loft , Or an Oscar, Either one works. Fuck. I forgot what the words were, What hurts more? TO be apart, or forgotten? The knot slipped? Better not go tie another; “My brother, my son, But never my love, Nor my father”, the promise: An obstacle A box, And she hasn't stopped since The clock rocked her walking on water, and stop watches Watch this: Fuck: I bet i forgot what the plot was, It's hunger, Better off a breakfast, Than at the wrong brunch. Fucking A. What was it. Welcome to the land of bad habits, And addicts, White rabbits, Cabbage patch kids, with no parents Pageant winners and panty sniffers It's not a tragedy, as Grabbitz said, It happens as I planned, Turns out the demon is your friend; The only enemy you have is Dillon Francis. Oh. That took a turn WHATDOESHEDOWITHHISMAGIC. look what he does with his magic. Wow. ‘Don't waste my time' It's playtime, I guess Speak in rhymes, And write whatever's in my head, At the time, The eye turns red, like fire: Guess who I am. … DJ and CC have been best friends since 7th Grade. I don't know how to write this scene, Lol. SHIA LABEOUFF Uh oh. That's not right. Don' google it. I know, huh. Uhh. It's okay. I got this. SHIA LaBeouf* lol Worst last name ever Anyway SHIA LABEOUF JUST DO IT. Ok. The former child stars of the LATE 90's EARLY 2000's era Lol, how do you write something like this idk. Here: A STRANGE CULT has gathered, a large tabernacle-like choir chanting ceremoniously, cloaked beneath the long robes and thick plumes of smoke, hidden deep within the confines of a candlelit cavern, adorned with mystifying and mysterious objects. Yeah, that does it. Lol. Don't put me around famous people, guys. I'm not right. Especially ones I like. Kesha blew my mind like 4 years ago and it still keeps me up at night. I'm telling you. It's not right. Just write. The Chanting reaches it's peak and comes to a close, as a– Wait. What. Economically speaking Uh huh. How much money is it going to take to get all of these people in a room together at one time. A lot. We can do cut takes. No cut takes! WHAT THE FUCK DRAKE. I TOLD YOU NO CUPCAKES. I brought–cupcakes. I TOLD EVERYONE THERE WOULD BE COOKIES. I brought cupcakes. COOKIES. NOT CUPCAKES. YOU'RE INVITED Ooh. what's this. COME TO THE DARK SIDE WE HAVE COOKIES. DUMMMMMMB. This is reckless. Stop doing whippets. No. What? Why not. Hoes Love Whippets. CARRYING ON. Josh– I SAID, CARRYING ON. Why Does Josh Peck talk in all caps? Typecasting. AnYwAyS So– is she– ‘The Forgotten One' CULT, UNANIMOUSLY “The Forgotten One” The shadowy figure removes his hood to reveal himself as DRAKE BELL (gasp) Yeah, she's one of us. DUDE. You're not supposed to take your hood off! It's hot under here: SO! Everything's on fire and I had to run around and get cupcakes! –And that's where we left off: JOSH PECK also removes his hood, revealing himself to the audience. Woah. what episode of Drake and Josh is THIS A new one. No fucking way. JOSH PECK WHAT THE FUCK DRAKE. I TOLD YOU NO CUPCAKES. I brought–cupcakes. I TOLD EVERYONE THERE WOULD BE COOKIES. I brought cupcakes. COOKIES. NOT CUPCAKES. (From The Crowd) Aw, what–there's no cookies? (Crowd disapproval; everyone deflates and begins taking off their hoods and cloaks, clamoring.) THE DISNEY CHANNEL CIRCLE OF STARS Enter Dramatically through every possible entrance, much like the cas of a critically-acclaimed Broadway musical. Which Broadway musical? Uh. One where the cast enters through the aisle. Duh. Ugh, these guys. Who invited them? I did. For what? That was the whole point. After a large MUSIC/DANCE number. Lol Hold the phone What How are we gonna get ALL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS CUT TAKES NO CUT TAKES. BRO. HM. IGOTIT, SUPACREE wakes up at a mysterious RAVE. Oh shit. Throw a party. Celebrities loooooooove parties. That's all they do. … … … Yeah–that too, but we don't like to think about that. DISNEY. I'll take it. SOLD. Wait, this is on Disney? Or one of it's subsidiaries, none of which are NICKELODEON. We'll take it. SOLD. Wait. What. You Auctioned Off The Festival Project on The Black Market? Yeah. WHY? I don't know. Something about cookies. At the height of the chaos, SUPACREE strolls in. Ah shit, cupcakes! I love these. THE FORGOTTEN ONE. Are these Vegan? (gasps and whispers, whippets in the back) Pause. OKay. Deep thought process collison Go on… Either someone's a genius and set this whole thing up That's making sense Or Hollywood just fucks people up enough that Whippets. I need more whippets. For what? Whippets. Everyone's on drugs. oh golly, everyone's fucked up. Orrrr, orr–they're just having fun. Should I be worried? Nah. … … … Coincidences don't exist. JOSH PECK A COINCIDENCE THIS IS NOT. How are you this deep in my consciousness. Maybe I'm Not. Oh yeah, I watched The Wackness. Oh yeah, huh. Fuck. So wait. Everyone's just real hot– Money's not a problem, And everyone's on drugs. Yeah. Sign me up! Okay, You're up. Excuse me, I'm what? You're on Go. Uhhh— Just…talk. This is stalking. Don't stop writing OMG WHAT'S IN THE DUFFEL BAG . What's in the pinata? This is NOT THAT SHOW. Of Course it is. It's not. THIS IS AAAAAAALL THAT THIS iS AAAAALLL THAAAAAAT. yeah. HOW MUCH IS THIS GONNA COST??? Can we please have a stereotypically jewish accountant for this project? On it. Rodger. What's up, guys. Uh. These are good. … … … Can you see us? Yeah. All of us. I think so. Especially Amanda Bynes. Hey, AMAND BYNES —she KNOWS who I AM. Duh. WOO. [takes a whippet] Wow. How are you not freaking out?! I have cupcakes. Fiar. Besides, it's just a dream. What? I'm dreaming. None of this is real. Uh–it's not a dream. Maybe multiple dreams. Ew. Don't be gross. I can be gross. It's my dream. You don't understand. No, you don't understand. Because you're in my dream; But i”m dreaming. I'll probably just wake up in a couple of minutes when I'm finished with this cupcake…and really want cupcakes. How did you even get here?! What reality do you think this is? It's not reality. IT iS–REALITY. THIS IS REAL. FLASHBACK: HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA 2010 Woah, hold the phone. Yes, I'll hold. Nothing really matters anymore, No more words, now Try to lay down Try to phaseout my Drastic, disasterful thoughts With croissants And the words to a song, Or a new work of art in The Festival Project I'm not God, yet; I'm only his daughter A doctor, I work at the smokeshop Look, go back to Hollywood– Now you're a subject. Went to Fame School, But just started fame college I'll need that doctorate to call Drake and Josh up –Honestly, don't come back. I filled up half a chapter (Don't want your autograph) I wrote a paragraph after, 10 songs, and wanted a cocktail For watching you Buy your own canister Jesus Almighty And Kevin McCallister Candidly answer a Call from the darkness: “Heaven Help Hollywood, Please, Heaven Help Us. “ [The Festival Project] The Legenf of… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Steve Smooth Podcast
Best of 2022

Steve Smooth Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 28, 2022 50:46


32 of the Biggest songs of 2022 mixed by Steve Smooth featuring songs by Dillon Francis, Wuki, FISHER, David Guetta, Tiësto, Alok, Freejak, MEDUZA, Diplo, Joel Corry, Vice, James Hype, Oliver Heldens, SIDEPIECE, Lee Foss, Purple Disco Machine, Dom Dolla, Imanbek & More.

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

Fuck it, then— It's over when it's over; If you ask me for a soda, It's “No” —but I might give you water. God, that's an awful lots of stuff In that storefront, Honest, I got a dollar. But it's part of my deposit, Honest— I've only got a moment to offer —I'm not what you want, But I'm all for the love— —if you got it. All I want —is to be wanted All I want Is just an apology, Starbursts, A car, An apartment.. I'm the talk of the town “The Apostle” Comma, apostrophe— I put it all in Call me when you're lonely (Or call me when you're on one) I'm off when the sun comes up. I love LA. I work at a smokeshop— —actually, I work at 3. Yeah. More on that later. So, it's like 3 AM— In downtown Los Ángeles. Right. This was so LA. Okay. So it's three in the morning— (In downtown LA) I'm just reminding you of where I'm at— So you know, I see some VERY LA shit—round the clock We're open 24/7 Yep. So I see some high-level LA shit all the time, But this dude reminded me of how LA LA gets. So dude comes in like “Can I park my bird in here?” [pause] “Yeah dude” Then I look at him—good and hard, too—and I'm like “Okay, what is this dude up to” He is wearing— a full-length fur coat— Not faux fur, guys, no— —over a black wife-beater— Okay? And some skin-tight adidas, Red ones— Yeah. With a white stripe— Uh-huh— And some boujee ass flip flops— Thank god, no socks. You socks with sandals wearing motherfuckers are gonna die and go straight to hell—and you're gonna get there and wonder what the fuck you did, and Satan, the dark lord himself is gonna look at you, dead in the eyes, wirh his cold, soulless self and say “Champion slides and white socks” AAHAHAHAH— —and then you'll burn for an eternity. I gotta get the bag Gotta put it in the bag I gotta get the bag Ya, I put it in the bag Yea—put it in the bag— Put your hands up; Put it in the bag! Ya, I'm on the eleven to seven Like a glamorous 7-11 Call me @ Kream—- We got everything, man Everything… Except toothbrushes—we don't have that. Seriously? Yeah. We don't have that. Sorry about that. —-But— I hope you have a good night—I— I gotta get get the bag Gotta put it in the bag I gotta get the bag Ya, I put it in the bag Yea, Put it in the bag Put your hands up: Put it in the bag Eyyy— What's the rent In this bitch?! Don't make dollars— —don't make sense/cents I gotta get Gotta get I gotta get the bag! SKRILLEX okay. So we're gonna stage a robbery! DILLON FRANCIS that's the worst idea ever. What about the other timeline. Okay. Here. DRAKE okay. JOSH what. DRAKE I got it JOSH what?! DRAKE We're gonna stage a robbery. JOSH That's the worst idea ever. What. It's multidimensionality. How does that make sense? Just wait for it. A mock robbery has been staged to scare SUPACREE into quitting her job to pursue her true dreams and passions INT. KREAM. 3 AM SUPACREE halts an attempted robbery with an entire canister of police-strength pepper spray. AGHHHHHH WHAT THe FUUUUUCK NOOOOO—AGHHHHHH AAAGAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA [crying and reeling for a full 5 minutes] SUPACREE ties up the assailants, taking their wallets and purchasing a large amount of high priced items, sitting down to vape and write for a moment: as the pepper spray wears off, she unloads another round of spray, emptying the can entirely. MY EYES!! I'M BLIND! I'M BLIND! SUPACREE youre not blind—you're just stupid. AGH, MY EYES. (GUY FROM SPONGEBOJ, from outside: AH! MY LEG!) SUPACREE closes the store, places paper page over the assailant's heads before dragging then up the spiral staircase. How much do you know? (Know, know) How much do you care (Care, care) Would you carry me home? (Home, home) Would you take me there? —take me there ——take me there ——-take me there What if this were all mine? What if I were all yours? What if I were always on your mind, Like you're on mine? Am I—? Am I on your mind Am I— (Am I on your mind?) All night, This is where I am (This is where I'll be) This is where I am EXT/INT- KREAM- 6:15 AM A HOMELESS WOMAN enters the store, snatching several bags of snacks; BLŪ follows her out of the store and onto the sidewalk BLŪ …you have to pay for that. HOMELESS WOMAN AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!! I ONLY HAVE 40 CENTS! BLŪ throws up her arms in amazement—the security guards across the street shrug nonchalantly. Before I close my eyes I had to find the time to write this To tell you I like— Love you Before I say goodnight; Before you catch your flight I have to find the time to write.. cause I ——- Love you Don't pass me by Don't leave me on this island Don't die (Without me) I—- Here's this place Full of things That you want —but you don't need —you don't need ——-you don't need ——-you don't need You don't see me Don't see me Don't see me Don't see I don't need (Don't need, don't need) To eat (Don't need, don't need) For at least a week (Don't need) —but I need ti keep you in my dreams ; I'll keep you between my needs Until I need them To pray. —For LA. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential
FAME. {Enter The Multiverse}

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 27, 2022 47:32


THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after ridin THE HELLEVATOR// THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors; The real like DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame, SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force The Devil?! No! Ok. Probably the Illuminati THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry. *The World Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS. where is skrillex. I don't know. TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness DILLON FRANCIS is a mess. Lol. It's not funny. It is funny. I have his piñata. GERALD I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA. I know yur not, hush Gerald. GERALD Fuck Dillon Francis. Fuck Dillon Francis. HANZEL —fuck Dillon Francis. Aha. ANYWAY After THE ARMENIAN MOB The Armenian Mob?! yeah. Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT THE US GOVERNMENT?! YES Illuminati Confirmed. great. A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate AUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE Ahem. What Write a song. Ok. I'm so— I'm so Jealous of your girlfriend (I'm jealous of your girlfriend) She's so She's so Worth it I'm so Jealous of your girlfriend (I'm jealous of your girlfriend) What's a girl got to give (Give in, to give in) Just to sit in the back of the— (You get it: you get it) What's a girl got to give To get your attention Get your attention?! (You have my attention) Is she Attentive Bet She's a ten Yep, Damn, IMm so jealous of your Jealous of your —I'm jealous of your girlfriend Oh, woah I'm jealous of your girlfriend Woah Woah, oh I'm jealous of your girlfriend Woah, Woah, oh I'm jealous of your— I'm so jealous of your life; I'm so over this! I just want to be a (Nevermind, it's not worth it) Can't— C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken I'm all alone, And you're over here showing her Love! (To the wrong one, Is she a blonde?! Oh!) No! I'm! So! Jealous of your girlfriend Anyway. TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of SIN. Is this religious? No, i just meant, it's finished. THE END. “The Noir Episode” I first saw her at the Equinox. I didn't know who she was then, But I thought to myself— She must be somebody. Aww, that's sweet. So I followed her to the Whole Foods market. Okay, that's stalking. —where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water. TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground. MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED. WOAH. Yup. POLICE GET ON THE GROUND ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW. JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—- Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP Hi, josh pan. whatever. Earlier: Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets. —for what? WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT. that's so dumb. WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora! Oh, it's nice. It's very nice. I live here. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

[The LA Standard] Oh, You're on my mind Your on my mind My mind My, my You're on my mind You're on my— My, my— You're on my— You're in my My—mind You're on my mind You're in my mind You're on my Thought I should say That I just like the way you Say my name Then you walk away— Thought I should say Oh baby You really drive me crazy Thought I should seize the day But now I can't escape Now at night I lay away and think of you (Think of you) Now I know there's nothing else left to do Why'd you have to all in With that look on your face That you always had Goddamn, had to laugh It has been a long time “The Dead Mouse” As I trailed behind -king, silently waking in synchronicity and cadence in a triangular formation with his friend, not really a musician but more of a third wheel, the squirming of a small creature under the sole of my special edition Air Force One's which I could only feel, and not hear sent shivers rom up the base of my foot into the bottom of my spine. I thought to myself , “that's a dead mouse.” Not even realizing the semi-humor in it; I was running at full speed away from anything I had thought to love, but honestly God had been working on it's sense of humor in almost-delectable ways. “Oh, I get it .”, i thought to myself once more, before piping out into the silence of the Long Beach air, “You picked the wrong day, Mr. Mouse,” chucking, but under my breath for some reason worried that Deadmau5, or Joel, whichever thing, seemed to be foraging its way deeper into my conscious mind, and further out of my subconscious, where I kept almost everything, especially after Dillon Francis. I hate him. Okay. i guess we hate him. I hate all of them. What? no… I HATE MEN. But that–wasn't true. I loved men—I just hated that they all seemed to need so many women–or plain and simply just one, but that ‘one' was never me, unfortunately, either in their mind, or mine; like -king; Entering his dilapidated apartment, I of course had the urge to clean and remedy it, Egyptian hymns scryed into the walls and the cosmic lights of the universe cast into the ceilings–but, the space was in desperate need of a feminine touch–one I knew not to give to just anyone anymore, as I had done with my first love and all the others, becoming entangled more in the needs of man than my own; Then, I was, as Nick said, a true submissive, and I had been given specific instructions to be weary of the darkness that would result from submitting to the wrong kind–and-while in my mind All Is One, I was all in-and-nothing in love with whatever I had created in my own mind with lust, sapiosexuality, and the love of creativity and imagination all rolled into the goulish overkill of what might have been with any or all of them, had I been born with the right skin tone, the right figure–and of course, the right connections. I woke up the next morning–Saturday morning, Christmas Eve, pissed as all get out–all of my roommates were scrolling drones–room dwellers with less to do than just sit on their phones in bed, not moving much and taking up way too much of my precious alone time, which was rare; I had been given a bunch of particularly annoying roommates; One, a 22-year-old from New York who liked to talk on the phone and drink too much–who apparently had a boyfriend kind enough to pay for her room, but was nowhere to be found, and just-as-well was probably getting along with someone else, as she seemed to need more male attention than I could even stand. I thought, “Maybe some Techno music will make her leave.” “Earplugs still firmly planted in my brain, I queued up ‘Techno House Elephant”, probably opting for something even harder–something like ‘The Shell', by Snails, if she decided to stay around beyond the 30 or 40 minute playtime of the EP- but then again, I myself might just leave by then, as it was reaching towards noon, and, after a disappointing Acai bowl just the night before, I was craving a more put-together one–and though my aversion to the Whole Foods across the way which I still loved, I was growing tired of the place, and probably of all y surroundings–I was stuck with too many people who I didn't like, with no other choice at all really but to just sit through it, unable to afford more privacy and my body unable to work two full time minimum wage jobs. I was horny, hair disheveled, and in bad need of a manicure and pedicure, which I could afford, but hadn't the energy to pursue; It had been a long week, and I was haunted by my failed dreams of becoming someone, anyone other than who I was -likable, of course, but not pretty enough to have any real fun in the city, and of course, anything I was attracted to at all only reminded me of y awful placement as a black girl in a white girl's world. I hadn't thought to be jealous, at least, of jy roommate , which seemed to be her placement in the Matrix: making me jealous that she was beyond petite, toting a child's figure, which of course men seemed to adore – the notion of pedophelia being a blurred line between attraction and sexuality I still had yet to understand. The men I seemed to find myself particularly attracted to were of course out of my league, my sapiosexuality of course always getting the better of me– and now, a new tipping point in the alt-right insanity that had to have been the confines of my inner mind itself. It shouldn't have been bothering me as much as it was, but it was–and there was going to have to be an elemental change in my coping mechanisms, before I altogether dropped off into an intricate world that seemed to be designed to torment me with remnants from an old world; though I was no longer married, it seemed as though there was nothing else really in the world left for me It wasn't working. My roommate had asked very nicely twice for me to turn down my music, but I just wanted her to leave. I needed a moment of calm and clarity to myself, after a week of too much nonsense at all to make anything worth it, I wasn't making any real music, and my mixtape series had come to a plateau, after posting [The Next Level] and feeling that the energy of that mix couldn't be topped– if I was going to be a real DJ, I knew I needed to play that way every time, but it seemed that day that a new energy entirely had taken over for exactly 1 hour 8 minutes, and had resulted in the perfect mix. Now my other callings were beckoning–remembering that I was, in fact, a gifted writer, having just the day before publisted a telling entry based on my surreality, merged with my sexuality coming to a peak and noone to be found in my realm worth breaking my celibacy for; It wasn't fair at all that Drake Bell had to buy his own whippets–nor that I had to be the reciprocate, working at the smokeshop with just enough time to be reminded of my own failures, my childhood dreams, or what seemed to be the curse of a body literally not even a mother could love. I wasn't pretty or well to do enough for anyone I actually liked, and though I could have at any point easily gone to the dark side for what may have been decent dick, It wouldn't have been worth it in any effect to lay down with anyone who actually wanted to lay down with me–or at least who had made it apparent, of course–black dudes I would have been happy to keep just as friends, as if there ever was such a thing between myself, apparently in a body attractive to black men, and repellant to my type “Goddammit” I thought. Drake Bell looked good: too good, actually– the reason I had ignored him intentionally the first time he came into the store, and before I had realized who he was; not that I would have believed Nick if he hadn't come back a couple nights later. “Fuck this.” What's a girl to do in the midsts of being reminded of What? Nevermind. What. I don't know how to word this. Well, try. ‘Nick' Get it? Very funny, God. But God is Funny, Undoubtedly. WHY. Why what? WHY would you do this? By the end of The Shell, I was ready to leave myself; I wanted an acai bowl, and had no intentions of heading towards the gym, but needed to– I was, at least for the moment, okay with my figure–though something about the experience had pissed me off just enough to know that I needed to return to ‘The Hollywood Diet' ; there seemed to be an attraction to the vibration of fame and fortune that was ever fleeting, and with a plethora of one-dimentional fuck-boxes that paraded around in model hot bodies, spending upwards of thousands in whippets – of course, there were the upper echelon women, too– the high bar, classy and well-achieving type I knew I wouldn't see any time between the Graveyard hours of tomfuckery at which I was posted in this Downtown Los Angeles Smokeshop–and it was surprising even to me that I had chosen this employer over Aziz, who had insulted my intelligence enough that I felt no need to explain my disappearance–but now God was playing tricks with my mind. WHY GOD. Because. WHY. Because. IT ISN'T REAL. A strange thing was happening inside my sick and twisted mind ; Repressed sexuality collided with rage in the seat of my soul, and there could be only one thing left to blame for any of it. Hollywood. It's always Hollywood. And it was–always Hollywood. They know how to pick ‘em. That's the point. The miniature pinata, my only real prize from having worked at Higher Livin, for all and none of what it was worth; I felt myself sinking into an abyss of carelessness, on the verge of a bender of sorts, sexual or otherwise–I had again fallen victim to the cruelty of Hollywood's chaotic clammerings of magic and insensible display of wonder, and what could be. Now I had an array of men I desired ranging in a spectrum, not all together alike, but not altogether separate: I did seem to have a type, and a tendency to be attracted to what was clearly out of my league, at least for the moment I knew that Hollywood had had it's cyclops eye on me since my early years, and perhaps even at birth– but I was unaware of how to break the barrier between this– poverty and mediocrity–, and the limelight of success in the entertainment industry. For some or any reason, Drake Bell and his Whippets had caused a flat-out degradation of my exterior and formerly safe reality; My multidimensional world was blending together almost harshly with the taste of reality that I was still working an almost-dead-end job, which required too much of me. I was a easy egg to crack: my attraction to anything could be calculated in an algorithmic cocktail of 1 + 2 = 3. Hollywood could do anything. After throwing Skrillex in my tent of course, there was absolutely no denying how easily I could be manipulated with the wrong type of attention: not to ever think I would be lucky enough to get any dick out of it, but at least I was writing; First about Jon, Then about Sonny, Then About Dillon Francis –Sometimes about Joel, And now about Drake Bell, Who, to be fair, I had begun writing about some time ago in Mexico, when I had decided that all of the characters and personalities of the fourth dimension were still alive out there somewhere, and the only way tha SUPACREE could ever exist is if they did too. I wanted to cry. I felt I was being tormented, played with–and of course, rather than to act in rebellion, I submitted, as probably at least somewhat expected, still upset at any of the aforementioned for living my dream life, or probably just as jealous of the innumerous women that they had their pick of at any moment because of it, my ugly, too-blacl-too-fat self included from anything I might have once wanted, besides a peaceful and restful peace of death, suicide once again in my mind's eye and in my grips. “Maybe I should just do some whippets,” SUPACREE was nowhere to be found, really–but Sunni Blu was making the rounds in another word away, just a parallel and a stones throw from mine. “Fuck it.” –And, I'm not into you, I'm just that miserable I ain't got much to do But think about my every move And every movie I've seen you in, For the moment. At least this Flum gives me a headrush, And just enough Remove my trust, Perhaps, move from this gloomy room I just assume that this is what you do To keep me moving So much for an encore So much in store; A bargain for a robbery, A sob story on your arms; An informant, A mormon, an adorable girl, an honorable martyr, a star, A scar across my heart, For all you are, And all I wanted, Too far gone, But not quite yet forgotten On my awful God: A mockery, we all are Aren't we? Stop. I just can't go on any longer, I– I can't go on anymore. It's just a storefront, it's , It's just a front, or something What do you want from me? What more than just a start, To stop working too hard, At the corner market, (and more on my art) I'm up in arms, And out of armor, All at once “What did you do this for?” –I asked my God, And now, she won't respond, She just laughs harder and harder. 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. JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY [Answering Phone] Jesus Christ Almighty –WHERERU? JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY 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 blue 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 stil 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; Man, the Illuminati is high-key hilarious. The first time he wandered into the storefront, I of course immediately avoided any direct eye contact, as I typically did with any attractive Caucasian male, especially in thick glasses—not that I noticed who he was at all before Nick mentioned it—and not that I actually did believe Nick at all when he did; I had immediately looked away, anyhow, and rightly so. “You remember that show Drake & Josh?” , asked Nick coyly, as the man exited “What about it?” , I asked unassumingly “That's that nigga Josh Bell”, he nodded— “Oh”, I bawked, thinking twice to correct him, but instead opting to seem unaffected—mostly I thought he was lying, but it at least had sparked my imiagination enough to remember I had begun writing about Cosmo and Wanda's life after the conclusion of Fairly Oddparents, not yet having returned until now to inspiration—suddenly I was flooded with the remnants of a song I had once loved enough to keep on repeat, which I was of course prompted to listen to as soon as possible, and with which a story unfolded in front of my eyes and beneath my feet, as I left to work the next day with my then-newest mix ringing in my ears—and an actual narrative for Timmy Turner himself, now reaching middle age, as I was— and, to my suprise, a couple nights and a million lifetimes later, when the well-dressed man caught my eye again, after having resisted the urge to waste a Google just to verify what may well have been a farse—God took the liberty of playing show-and-tell—and for some reason, it was his voice, along with a quick and striking once-over, that it was in fact once more as Nick said he was—and rather than his stardom that made me nervous, it was perhaps more so that he was, in fact, extremely attractive, especially my type—and actually, probably at most—the overflow of things I had written and already published about him in my imaginary world—the place where I lived, but wasn't entirely sure anyone else was aware of. His pink sweatshirt and ball cap tempted me to Google exactly what it was Timmy Turner used to wear—in my creative headspace, I thought to myself, blushing a little as he walked away, still swinging to the Detroit Drill music in the background “What's Timmy Turner up to tonight?” Perhaps it was my sex drive getting the better of me—I had wholeheartedly been indulging in the tater tots at the hot bar for three nights exactly—but at least I was back in the gym, where I listened over my mixes, playing over Timmy Turner by Desiigner, envisioning the Fairyless Timmy's trials, intermingling the fictional trademark into my multidimensional science fiction fantasy-action world—and somewhat hoping the real-life Drake has no way to creep into my ultra-conscience hyper sexual fantasies, disallowing my mind to run too wildly. It was late at night, or rather, early in the morning—and I was just the girl at the smokeshop—meanwhile, in the fourth dimension, Timmy Turner was more than likely.. TIMMY TURNER open the registers. CASHIERS Fuck that, bro— —no, way, man —on God— TIMMY TURNER produces a Glock. OH SHIT —OH HELL NAW. The cashiers raise their arms in surrender. TIMMY TURNER Now open the register. —Alright man, ok Oh, fuck, man— [The cashiers obey his command—the registers spring open, clinging.] TIMMY TURNER Cool, now—in the bag. CASHIERS All of it?! Come on, man. TIMMY TURNER Oh yeah, I want all that shit! [He leaves, palming a soda on the way out.] TIMMY TURNER Suckas. Timmy Turner- Acoustic Version, Various Artists BLŪ / SUPACREE skates to work in the heart of downtown Los Angeles 3 weeks later: Cosmo. What. Get up. What. What do you want. Get up. Stop touching me! No! Get up! What?! —just get up. What is it? It's Timmy. TIMMY. TIMMY WHAT. He made a wish. He—he did?! YES. WHERE IS HE? —I don't know. INT/EXT. SMOKESHOP - 5:50 AM GET LOW It's too early for this. Can I get some whippets? Yes. LEGENDS: EPISODE 3 “Hoes Love Whippets” Timmy, what happened? ...I don't remember. The True Origins of the Bampheramphs are Unknown. I know what they are. No you don't--nobody knows. Yah. I'm nobody. *Running at exactly 140 BPM* SAMMI! SAMMI! SAMMI!! WHAT? Listen to me! I'm—listening to something else— What is it? Something more important. That cannot be! Why?! LISTEN TO ME: What?! Something very strange is about to happen to you. To me? Yes, to you— I just said that. Just making sure. LISTEN TO ME: I've been listening… Bampheramph Camp Welcome to your dwelling. This is disgusting. I don't care. I'm beat! Yeah, me too. Dibs on top!!! Aw, no fair! [he jumps onto the top bunk; amattress spring quickly protrudes from the top of the bed] Oh, well, never mind. [another camper opens the bathroom door, to find only the foundation of plumbing for a toilet] Uhhh… where's the toilet? (From afar) It's...over here. What. You're welcome. You're welcome?! For what! Not all the cabins even have toilets. That's seriously disturbing. It's supposed to be— And why is the bathtub separate from the toilet— —or where the toilet should be— Right— Because— there are 43 of us in this quadrant; some of you are gonna have to shit and shower at the same time. What! 43 of us?! Are you blind? There's like 16 of us! I'm pretty sure there's only 9; we lost those guys. [a group of dilapidated campers huddled in a pile] Nah, they're alive… well, maybe like five of them. [immediately, the front door swings open— a drove of campers come pouring in] Alright guys, single file lines. [not even close] Perfect. What the fuck. Who are they?! Who are you? What the fuck! There's 10 beds! Learn to share. Get off me! GET OFF THE FLOOR. Mm—no, probably not… Ughuhhhuhhh—- [blows gym whistle] OH MY GOD! THEN GET UP. I'm so drunk. I've been drunk for three days. Flicker the lights. I WANT MY MOM. Too bad—she's with me! Noooo! The rise free your mind>< I still care Cosmo and Wanda share stories of their lives as Fairies (before becoming Godparents) with their androgynous offspring. Poof, this is reckless. You can't just go granting every wish he makes-- Why not? One, It's dangerou-- He isn't evil. Secondly, it's irresponsible. SUPACREE TURN UP, TURN UPPPPPPP!!! DRAKE BELL Goddamn, girl. SUPACREE SHUT UP, DRAKE— DRAKE (THE SINGER) WHAT I DO?! SUPACREE attempts a whippet—but the can is empty. SUPACREE not you, dumbass. DRAKE continues dusting. DRAKE BELL enters the suite. CONT'D This dumbass. She attempts another huff from the empty can. SUPACREE this shits out. DRAKE BELL Jesus Christ. JESUS CHRIST WHAT? BOTH NOT YOU. SUPACREE CONT'D —you get my whippets? Okay, this is bothering me too much. Okay. Okay. A man in colored graphic motorcycle helmet popped up on a wheelie, aligning with and then passing by me, reminding me of something that had not quite left my mind since the time of its reentry. Come on, Don't let me take this on Come on, I'm unremarkable, Honored, but on one Come on, I'm tired I'm on one You're ok one Come on! Are you alright, my guy? It's gonna kill me inside Kill me inside Just one look in your eyes It's gonna kill me inside Kill me inside Kill me inside Now, my idol— Rest your eyes and Set your mind on Fire On fire Come on! I can shrug it right off, If I want I can rub it right off on the morning With soap Are you suffering? What! Have you lost God? God, this is awful, God, I don't want it no more And I'm on one Gotta be on love Gotta be on something Watching the stars Coming on as I follow, They fall in my honor And I'm not a God— Come on, I'm just watching it all From my awesome apartment Or loft, Turn it off, though, I'm done with it God, this is awful You turn me on And the world keeps on turning I'm falling apart In the heart of Los Angeles Honestly, God, You're a Dog, (And adorable) I should be jotting my thoughts, But I'm lost in a document, Mocking my mantras And talking to God, All in awe with the colors of Love Come on. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Insanely Chill w/ Cody Ko
S2 Ep8: Catching up with Dillon Francis

Insanely Chill w/ Cody Ko

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 23, 2022 87:53


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JOURNEYS
XABI ONLY - JOURNEYS #133

JOURNEYS

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2022 77:47


Follow me: Facebook: fb.me/xabionly Twitter: twitter.com/xabionly Youtube: youtube.com/xabionly Mixcloud: mixcloud.com/xabionly Instagram: instagram.com/xabionly TRACKLIST: https://1001.tl/1f2yjn09 Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4STV7DPVgwI4ntvi1sQvjh?si=CU6lCNZcRkKiZytdXaI5TQ TRACKLIST: 01. AXTROM - The Night [SIRUP] 02. Matisso - Falling Into Space 03. AVAO - Whiskey Is My Holy Water [REVEALED] [TRACK OF THE WEEK] 04. IVRY & AN3M ft. William Barry - Waiting For You [FEELQ] 05. Kosling & TWICE ft. Jordan Grace - All These Years [PROTOCOL] 06. Hardwell - OH GOSH [REVEALED] 07. Dada Life & DEXTER KING - Take Me Into Space [MONSTERCAT] 08. Dillon Francis & VINNE - Once Again (FOVOS Remix) [REVEALED] 09. Nick Havsen - Bigroom Is Life [RAVE CULTURE] 10. Dimitri Vegas x David Guetta x Nicole Scherzinger & Azteck - The Drop (Öwnboss Remix) [HOUSE OF HOUSE] 11. ZARO & Helvig - Hold Me Close [SIRUP] 12. Swedish House Mafia - Another Minute (Henry Himself Remix) 13. Plastik Funk & Toxic Joy ft. NEIV - Drive [REVEALED] 14. LUISDEMARK - RHYTHM OF THE UNIVERSE [REVEALED RADAR] 15. Loud 'N Bright - To The Floor (Nicky Romero Mix) [MUNICIPAL] 16. Marc Benjamin & Gyan Chappory - Solo [FUTURE HOUSE MUSIC] 17. Monocule & Leo Stannard - Stargazing (DØBER Remix) [PROTOCOL] 18. Firebeatz & DAMANTE - What Happens Here (Club Mix) [SPINNIN] 19. Hardwell - Retrograde (Hardwell REBELS NEVER DIE Rework) [REVEALED] 20. Hardwell ft. Metallica - Nothing Else Matters vs F_CKING SOCIETY (Hardwell Mashup) [REVEALED] 21. Dillon Francis & VINNE - Once Again (Roy Orion Remix) [REVEALED] 22. Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz - Miss You (RICO Remix) 23. Rising Dust - Sparo (Gproject Remix) [HYBIT]

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE - SEASON 6 /LEGENDS - SEASON 2 DILLON FRANCIS enters the room silently with his pistol cocked, aiming it towards CC (Chak Chel) she smirks and sighs calmly. DILLON FRANCIS I want my money. CHAK CHEL stands up from the desk, shaking her head and still smiling, putting her hands above her head in a sarcastic surrender. CHAK CHEL Alright, Dillon. Okay. She turns around, hands still raised, away from the desk to face him; she stares over the rim of her glasses and into his eyes; his anger fades into intimidation, though he continues pointing the gun at her. CHAK CHEL fixes her powerful gaze; a challenge—she lowers her arms, stepping forward—DILLON FRANCIS steps back; she scoffs. DILLON FRANCIS …where's my piñata? CHAK CHEL Just shoot me. GOOGLE SEARCH: Is Skrillex Married Yet? Maybe i just want a drink… Maybe i just don't want to think About you This much Huh Maybe it was love Maybe it was love, once Maybe it was love But iMm just waiting f for the bus I can't trust Everything is so Suspicious I get it Maybe this is just— Love —love —-love ——love Love —love —-love ——love Love —love —-love ——love But I'm just waiting for the bus on Bronson, Hungry, looking for a job, A new genre, —and a bag of drugs to keep getting up in the morning Maybe I just want Love Maybe I just want Love Maybe I just want To love Love —love —-love ——love Love —love —-love ——love Love —love —-love ——love EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES. NIGHT Look, another penny. DAMN. HOW. Did she pick it up? YES. How does she— —how did I even— See this shit?! Look. —no, don't look. Fuck. It's these guys again. —hang loose about 6 feet back, bro. Out of sight? She's a gifted telepath; she'll see you. Oh, you're still here. “Here I am.” There you are. Ah. Very funny. See you later. Let's hope so. It's the same Simple synesthetics Cut, Copy and Paste it; It's the same code of ethics Ready, set: Erase it I said, ‘That's it” I said, “That's it.” I said, “That's it” –and that's all it is, really Simple Simple synesthetics {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Nappy Boy Radio with T-Pain
Dillon Francis Holiday Special, Being Arrested & T-Pain's Beef With David Guetta | T-Pain's NBRP #47

Nappy Boy Radio with T-Pain

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 20, 2022 75:46


Dillon Francis is here for our holiday special of the Nappy Boy Radio Podcast! Dillon and T-Pain discuss how DJs pick songs that they know will be hits. Dillon also drops his Top 5 DJs/Producers of all time. Discover shocking information about Dillon's hatred for capri pants and T-Pain's beef with David Guetta! Grab some milk and cookies and get ready to laugh your stockings off! You've never experienced a holiday podcast quite like this. Thanks to our sponsors: Meater = It's not too late to get your gifts, head over to MEATER.com and shop the most-wished-for gift this season.

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential
@ The Other Job ***leaked***

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 16, 2022 40:57


Three artists preform the same spell with entirely different intentions—in some dimensions. [Muffled thud] What's the wish? These, three. Burning daisies, are we? No, just Dandelions. Separate them. The hearts?! All of them— —Spirit I swear to God. —don't// ‘Skrillex is my Spirit Animal'. —and, Soul. What of the flesh? It will wound and perish but will not bond or be bound to death, until it again becomes as One. What is THIS? I honestly-/ Honestly!! Honestly thought, this was a movie about: —Skrillex. —Dillon Francis — A S Ū P E R S T A R DJ [ARTIST] ...okay… Ooh, good alternate. The Womp WOMPING Willow will beat your ass into believing you are— whatever it tells you, you are. DJ. NO. “DJ.” NO. NO DJ. NO. NO—DJ. I don't think D.J. wants to be a DJ. Nobody wants to be a DJ. Shut up D.J.—you're a D.J. Too—you Motherfucker!!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!!! [hey motherfucker—Timmy trumpet] aww, poor PJ Lol. Poor Billy. B.J.—the DJ I don't like this sign. It looks bad. Take it down. “BJ THE DJ” TAKE IT DOW— CUT TO: DJ?! That's the Fuxking WORST. AGHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHH!!!!!!!! IM NOT A DJ!! “Not a DJ” You— SUPERSTAR DJ SKRILLEX HUH. EVERYBODY ELSE HUH. —Skrillex—the world's first “SUPERSTAR”DJ” NUH - UH YAH HUHHH! NAH AUGHHHGGHHHH!!! UH-HUHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AGHHHHHH. AAAAAAAAaaahhahgahhahahhahhaagghhhhhhhhhhhhhh… [go to sleep.] SKRILLEX Nherr. —?? THE WOMP WOMPING WILLOW *voiced by Valee, Jermih MEGA DJ —WHAT IS THAT?!— Oh no. Don't do this, I didn't wanna. (Crying) I don't wanna He really don't wanna. So make ‘em. —- So. So. He's going to college— Yes. Is this a joke___? Is it? IS IT? ...mmmm...nope…. As part of his prison sen— Yep. For Mass Murder. Yep. SHUTTHEFUCKUP— [does.] Jesus Christ, what is his power? JESUS Don't ask me. Only he knows. Only he knows. HE DOESNT KNOW. But she does. Okay look. What. Look. ‘Skrillex and Supacree Scrap turned Barroom Brawl' ...no. “NO?” [Looks: it's bad] Imma have that ® Goddamn it, don't. Don't do what Make that face. Agh. Or that one. Ufff. This is a scuffle. Who let him in here. They beat the shit out of each other, with bass, and bassball bats. I thought it was theatrics! Insomniac has incredible production value!!!! [brutal Bloody murder] Bass heads: AGAHAHAJABSNAKAJAABDKSMA SNSKAOZJSNSLALZKS—- #All that. Kenna & Kel? Yeah broh!! Live Set?! yah broh!! SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE SET ooh, what's this. BITCH. [LIZ LEMON] PICK UP YOUR SKRILLEX. *obnoxious super drunk fart* (Especially, for a woman!) Hey/-! You can't say that! You can't not say that!! WHAT DOES EQUALITY MEAN? gross man farts— FLATULENCE GREATER-THAN, Stop this joke. OR EQUAL TO Okay. —SKRILLEX!!!!!!! Get out, now. I got it. —- Ext. Boston, Massachusetts. Day SUPACREE [A / DJ] ‘SKRILLEX' is an extraterrestrial entity which manifests variously through specific forces, subjects, and beings. Though masking her true identity, CC STONE, the chosen secret identity of the mysterious SUPACREE, has been in hiding, though knowingly under conspicuous monitoring. SKRILLEX uses telepathy, as to remain intractable to the extent of normal human capacity, or even the most advanced technology, to continue evading the various government entities and agencies seeking to study this ‘intangible energy'. Having become a guiding force and ‘imaginary friend' of SUPACREE, masquerading as unassuming and low-key traveler ‘CC', the pressures of dark forces arise in the form of hostility, which SKRILLEX combats quietly, most recently, silently. After decoding a specific series of dream sequences projected post-consciously, ‘CC', wrought with anxiety, contemplates secretly relocating, anticipating more terrorism from her own home country; She begins formulating a way to escape further being targeted secretly. TImelines begin intercepting, as NATALIE from DEATHWISH is contemplating jumping from the 6th story of the same apartment building; CC/SUPACREE considers this, but focuses on a positive solution more diligently, meditating. Upon returning to her studio, CC begins cleaning and, although she's only just finished eating, begins preparing another meal to eat; As the energy moves around her, she begins to move automatically; now fully aware of SUPACREE's shifting abilities. She submits in silence, sighing in relief as a greeting. SKRILLEX Listen to me. CC I'm always listening. SKRILLEX I am leaving. CC pauses in silence; The room is grey and empty; Then, she remembers something. ‘The Skrillex Project' was intended to be temporary. | Oh please, there is no Skrillex. Of course there's a Skrillex. No, there isn't. There is, you're just limited. Of course I'm limited; look at this. Look at this place! What happened here? This is it, since it...shifted. Shifted? What the fuck does that mean? The polarity. "Polarity" ? --And, that planet is off of its axis entirely. Entirely? Are you just repeating everything? "Everything?!" This is ridiculous. It is. Skrillex is Ridiculous. Say that three times. No. Do it. No way. Just say it. No way, man, I'm not summoning Skrillex. It was your idea. I changed my mind! Pussy! I was just kidding! I didn't think we were actually gonna do it. Come on dude, just say it, just say it! No way. One of you say it! No way! Fuck it, I'll say it. NO! Fuck that! Oh, fuck you guys. It's not like it's going to work, anyway. It might! And then what? Nothing's going to happen, I'll prove it. Skrillex is Ridiculous Skrillex is Ridiculous Skrillex is Ridicu--- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. The lights come on, the boys stare at eachother in confusion and disbelief; the sound of loud footsteps as someone coming down the stairs enters the basement they are gathered in. Sonny, only slightly startled, unassumingly looks up at the group of preteens, and seems for the most part unbothered. Hey guys. The boys just stare. Oh my God. What? You're Skrillex! Yeah but-- RUN!! Three boys from a separate dimension have caused their own "nonexistence"; in their own reality, Skrillex (which can literally be an ambiguation of anything, If everything is everything and so forth) does not exist, and his his actual existence is thought to be fictional, historically misrepresented, or inaccurate--being told as an urban legend How long after the first scene is this happening? Well, I mean...I don't know. Well, we know these kids come from SIR; Technically, but I think this happens before SIR has been established, since upon returning home, they all know Skrillex is real, spreading the story among the skeptics and being exhausted after Skrillex, looking for somebody stumbles through their dimension and gets trapped in it, quickly gaining a global cult following,coining the term "Skrillex is real", eventually leading to Skrillex, Isreal. Which I guess makes sense. It makes sense! The neighbor kids again? Yeah. ____ Get this: they changed the word "slave", to "employee"; bit it still works the same! Oh man! And I mean, they get paid, but they have to pay their wages back to basically the same companies the money came from… You're kidding. I'm not. I wish I was. This is fucked--(up) This is fucked up. I mean, the people on this continent aren't even eating, so I mean. Woaaaahhh, whaaaaat. I know, it's the whole place. But it's mostly this "United States", it's full of baby rapists and run by these... white supremacy people, and they raise cows just to make “steak”. Woah. Right? And the slaves just take it, they pay for everything they make! She's gonna be so mad when she sees this. Don't tell her. We have to; they just planned an entire pandemic, and it's entire purpose-- What is Purpose? --in this country, it's currency. "Currency?' what is "currency"? The Legend of SupaCree follows an involuntary “hero” on her adventures, after her powers become unlocked; Now, she must join forces with the other DJ's to Save The Rave. _____ SupaCree refuses to tell anybody anything. (After Pre-edc scene) oh dude, that's a lot. It is a lot. She still hasn't told her mom you're “Skrillex” Ugh, no. And she makes me shop at K-Mart every time we go over there. You got that at K-Mart? It's nice. Yeah. Where did you find a K-Mart? ______ Where is “Earff”? _____ Bampheramph training is considered complete once the trainee “stops crying”, thus begins the official recruitment process, which includes but is not limited to reaching various ‘extremes', which differ by context. ____ Every red cup is just Another broken heart, Another broken dream, Another broken record, Playing on repeat … … … Wheres my Skrillex? Which-- So, Skrillex… You can call me Sonny. ...Skrillex... O...kay… [She squints suspiciously at him and jots something down in her notebook.] ____ So, do you use Serato, or Rekordbox? Neither I just [Demonstrates] What the fuck does that even mean? It means you can [Demonstrates] 1____1 How is he doing this? Magic. I'm not going to fight for him. Do you honestly think this is happening to anybody else? Maybe. Honestly? Infinite. Infinite Skrill-- Infinite fucking everything. I'm not about to try to explain it. So what are you going to do? I don't know. The worlds gone mad she is, but she's not a man. She's trapped in a casket Can't listen to the map And can't imagine he'll ever come back Jag parked, smogs bad and she has a plan But can't get past the magnet Magic has its way of making things go crazy Why don't you just--& Oh what? Have my people call his people? Something like that His peopl I had a dream About a tent About a temporary tenant This christmas, its Resentment, Tension And whatever this is… Oh yes, "This is Skrillex…" wayward Hey. Hey. So, uh. So. What's wrong with you? ....what? What's wrong. Whats...wrong? --With you. SupaCree summons Skrillex. Skrillex. Stop it. Fuck you. Skrillex. Seriously, stop You stop. Skrillex-Skrillex-Skriooex o Oh no Just stop. In the parallel where… SŪpAcree has become a disastrously egotistic and diva-like superstar, we see she is in this world, outwardly bitter, rather angry and despondent, having learned to capitalize best not being herself. A young intern helps to prepare an event; His trainer, an astute and rigid stage manager, after finishing a series of detailed questions about the theatrical performance and it's various attendees-+ leaves the intern alone for "just a minute" handing them her clipboard as she hurriedly rushes elsewhere. The intern scans the clipboard, flipping the front page over to reveal a hidden note. Taking the initiative (trying to be assertive in the newly appointed position), asks nervously... ...And what about Skrillex? Who? Skrillex. Who the fuck is that? Its...Skrillex. Tell me who that is. Uh… Go ahead. The intern stands, frightened at her anger. The stage manager returns. _______________ I hate this shit, it isn't fair. It isnt Wheres my phone? __ Woah. You did all this for Skrillex. Pretty much. Yeah. I guess. Yep. Wow. Okay. You would. (I did) Burn it. What? Fuck that! Ughhhhh. No. Sonny/fictional skrillex: Do you know why ai put you in this fucked up dimension? Me: WHAT? YOU DID THIS? NO--WHY--?? Sonny: So you could get your shit together. Me: well, that's fucked up. S/FS: I DID NOT think it would take this long Me: well, how long is it supposed to take? S/FS: I don't know… Me: ...well, how long does it usually take? S/FS: So wait; You guys from the future-- Fathomable future. Uh-huh Have seen the show? Yes. My show. Mm-hmm. / Well then, how does it start? ----------------------------- I already told you, no. Yes. I'm not going to Skrillex. You have to go. No. What the fuck is NO. I'm not going. WHAT? What. You have to go. Who says? We do. Okay. Okay. [beat] Who the fuck are you? OOH, ARE WE STILL BLEEPING OUT THE SKRILLEX? Yes. Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny You so Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Do you Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me I'm so Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly And I'm nothing Without you Was this a song? Probably. Looks like a song. Seems like a song to me. Nobody should ever hear this. Define…”nobody” The Song has become a number 1 hit radio sensation. What the fuck is my life. What the fuck is your life. I don't know what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuuuuuuck . Speak of the devil— (Terrified) what? Dillon Francis is here? What? No—it's just Skrillex, he's just...here to collect. What?! What, dude—Skrillex is your plug? Uhhh. For what? Where else am I gonna get premium space bass? Aaahh Gasp I knew it! I knew something about you was really Skrilly. Hella Skrilly. *doorbell rings* Ok, no Skrilly in front of the— He is magically just, suddenly inside. In front of the what? The two stand starry eyed in amazement. ...hey… X2: hey… Should we step outside? Oh, come in— —I did. I see that. (Lol )Right in He did that. He always does. This...transaction is private. It's fine. You guys are alright—maybe—breathe a little— —large gasp, has not been breathing since Skrillex...what did he even do. He like, apparated No—apps—no. There's no fire. He didnt apostate. Alright then, teleport. That silently? Yeah, I mean teleportals also are like: —actual teleportal, which is a huge, very not quiet, black hole like vacuum with lots of colors, lots of light— Oh. Well, how did he get in, then? He shifted. “What the fuck is Shiffted!?” The SupaCree and The Skrillex share these commonalities: *S13 (13th power ) —- Dude! I got the key! You got the key, yeah, it's one of these. A bunch of keys in a wheelbarrow. Dude. What. The fuck. I don't know! I just know, she told me the key was on the key ring WHAT keyring dyde?! This is just a wheelbarrow full of KE*T! [wheelbarrow full of ketamine] AHEM. *wheelbarrow full of keys!! (He produces a heavy chain which appears to (not really) link the keys together We...keychain. —Meanwhile— God deletes all the Florida Keys—except for one— _________________________ I will not “go” to the “Skrillex Reddit” Go to that place. No way. We are going to the internet for ONE thing—and one thing only. “We are gonna skate to one song, and one song only. BALL SO HARD MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA—“ No. One thing. Yes, I thought it was Skrillex. We never go online for Skrillex. Okay. Not even shopping. Alright, let's go. You don't even know what we're going for I hope he hears this She says “I hope he makes it” And by she, I mean me And I've been prayint for a way to try to say this stuff— Spit it out Turn it up— Woah...okay! Okay what? What are you gonna do with all this Skrillex? Uh… …? …Just throw it out. Throw it out!? Yep. Why would you do that? *Shrugs* Don't need it. Don't need it!? Yeah, I just said that. Are you serious? Yes. Throw it out. No way. If you're gonna do that…I'll take it! You want it? W--Fuck yeah! For what? I don't know. I'll think of something. Okay. Yeah? Yeah...whatever. Yes! ...okay….Just--come help me lift this. “The Great Big Book of Skrillex” This...is just an Encyclopedia. ...you bought encyclopedias? I needed them for my library. ...you have a library? It isn't finished yet. It isn't...finished…? Not yet. They're installing the elevator. There's an elevator? Of course there's an elevator; it just doesn't get to the library. Yet. I meant— Come on. What did you do to my house ? Well, after I put the fire out— What fire? The main one. —there were, of course, several smaller fires— What The Hell? And now there's just that one. A fireplace? When did I get a fireplace? Well, I needed an easier way to get in and out. —where does it go? Out the chimney. —wait, did you just say “in and out”? That sounds good. I wish they had a vegetarian menu. French Fries? Uh huh. Is that it? I think so. —Meanwhile— GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR SAUCE. Ohhh, get ketchup. Sorry, we're out of ketchup. Out of ketchup? Yes. Okay, can I just have special sauce then? We are out of sauce. What. Every sauce? All The Sauce. GODDAMMIT DILLON FRANCIS. I hope this isn't like the Skrillex thing. We're still under the limit. Kick it. Obscured by a plume of misty light gray clouds, an entire city is enamoured and mystified by a mysterious force, as The Skrillex lands on earth, from deep space. __ Ah, it's gonna be like this again. “kliptown empyrean” Kliptown with a K-- Ooh, lets move to Korea Town! Wait. (bass) ___ ___ ___ ___ Remember the birds? I remember everything. No, you don't (hey) I remember everything. (Hey) That's great What's this? A wedding ring What's a “wedding ring”? Let me explain. Hey, I just might be a writer Hey, This happens every day-- This makes me crazy. Hey, This is the time and place What is “time”? Let me explain. Hey, This is what being a writer means; It means the typing comes out lyrically and everything is rhythmic; but recitation makes interpretation Different Oh, I get it; It's blank. No names, I'm saying Anyone who wants to say the line can say it, If it makes sense. __ So, you're telling me; I can go anywhere in the world… Yes. Anywhere in the-- Paris. I'm not quite white enough. Nobody cares, it's-- 10 karats. Delicious. No, it's--karats, it's a measurement. Why would you bring melatonin to this event? I have problems sleeping. Why would you fall asleep at a RAVE. Why? I'm still sleeping. I'm still needing attention; Why didn't you just leave me? Just leave me! Just leave! Just-- Adjust. ...have you seen this? What is it? It's a galaxy. No it isn't. It's about to be. No it isn't, it's just-- “Let's blow this popsicle stand” MOM!!! (((WOW))) What happened? I don't know, it just ended. What do you mean “it just ended?” It did, it just-- MOTHERFUCKER! What? Well, here come The Men In Black... and Skrillex. (Ohh, I get it.) ((You should get it, you're the one writing it.)) Oh shit, did you just say Skrillex-- Yeah, Skrillex-- Did someone just say-- DON'T say it again. Please. I gotta go. Go?! Go where? If he's here, i”m late-- Late for WHAT? Your set is in 10 minutes! No, it isn't, it's in 9. (It's Twelve, actually) This isn't it, is it? This is it. Then where's Skrillex? Skrillex? Skrillex!!! GODDAMMIT. S Ū P A Skrillex gives me angina. [SKRILLEX = ANGINA.] I —And vertigo. S Ū P A And now, vertigo— and I only recently found out what that even is. ME I'm so sick of Skrillex MYSELF —Sick of Skrillex— I I hate Skrillex. CUT TO: SKRILLEX SKRILLEX: ...okay, fuck this. S Ū P A C R E S Fuck this motherucker! SKRILLEX; Fuck this job. S Ū P A C R EE I— HATE HIM— SKRILLEX —I hate this. S Ū P A FUCK THIS SHIT. SKRILLEX ...fuck this shit. S Ū P A I AM OUT. [SKRILLEX just leaves.] -!!!- THE END. I love what you did with the tectonic plates. Thanks. And the bubonic plague. Well, you can't just throw poop in the streets. Humans! ___ Skrillex?! Wait, seriously, Skrillex? We have Skrillex. You do?! Of course we do! Don't be ridiculous! Skrillex. Skrillex is ridiculous. Skrillex is ridiculous, yes. ___ Skrillex and Dillon Francis fight for the win, as they battle for their "biggest fan" and vets*bets are placed to see which 'body of work' is completed first. BODY OF WORK. I said. That--that's my entry. So. It doesn't matter, anyway. I've got more scenes. Of course you've got more scenes, it's more cost effective. She's got a sick business model. Oh yeah, where's this 'business model?' It's at your mom's house. (Good, she's very organized) (Yeah, I bet.) (...how much?) -------- Skrillex is ridiculous. Skrillex is ridiculous, yes. ___ Chak Chel, I'm almost done with the list-- Then where are you? I'm...on my way back, I'm just having a little trouble understanding the last thing on the list, it just says - Skrillex-??? Yes. Like...the person? Precisely. ...what do you want me to get from Skrillex? Just go get him. ...and then what? Bring him here. What! His head springs up toward the sky. Looking directly "at God" You want me to bring him to you? I don't think that's a good idea! Of course it's a good idea, Dillon. It's my idea. What the fuck. Don't give me your fucks right now, I don't have time, Dillon. Just go- How am I supposed to explain this? One thing at a time. [She hangs up him; he looks at his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dials a number.] Hello, you've reached Skrillex; We are reviving more calls than we can answer at this time. Your call is very important- Please hold, and your call will be answered in the order it was received. Soft music begins to play. What the fuck. Your estimated wait time is: One hour and, fifteen minutes. The music resumes. …wow. He places the phone into a holster over the dash and programs his navigation to a location on the map, (Later) >>you had ONE job. I had a lot of jobs, actually--i was even a firefighter, at one point-- ONE JOB. That was a long list! Why do you ask? This man, who is he? SUPACREE has been procrastinating telling SONNY anything about anything; However, Everything is Everything. SUPACREE Listen, Skrillex told me something-- SONNY Skrilllex?! You talked to Skrillex?! Where is he?! SUPACREE Look, I don't know exactly. But it said SONNY It's a “he” SUPACREE ...he said--and I mean like like, really really clearly-- SONNY What'd he say? SUPACREE “I am leaving.” SONNY ...He said that? SUPACREE That's what he told me. SONNY I knew it. SUPACREE Wait, you knew?! SONNY I always knew. ...what part is this? I guess this is the part before we go into that whole backstory? What whole backstory? Which--backstory? How Sonny met Skrillex. Oh! Wait, wha--? THE END ________ J3SŪS Pïzz∆. The Diva SupaCree and the Egomaniac Skrillex are the worst possible combination of people possible. [Note* Because she has gained worldly powers through weath and fame, she has no Spirit magic, making her cosmic creation ability react randomly in heightened states of panic,anger, and tantrums--whuch often result in the uncontrolled (and unexplainable, mostly) accidental shits through time and reality, usually working in her favor, however feeding the fire which continues to consune her soul with the worldly evils of capitalism. A large dark and ominous karmic justification, less of her actions than by her attitude, is set in place to manage her habits, resetting her on the path to saving humanity.] This version of SupaCree is overly confident, sometimes pompous, in love with herself (even in the mirror, as her Omnipotence and awareness grows stronger in the other bodies of her collective conciousness.) Being enabled to do whatever she wants, she begins hosting large scale productions, flaunting other the top and sometimes nonsense "showing-offs" , even going as far as to hire an entire lineup of the worlds Top DJs just to watch her preform, giving 3 VIP tickets away to another concert, where they are escorted from yo her set to preform as spotlight artists, after having insures that they would bomb on stage--beginning as a Rap Battle, where she totes a Golden and rhinestone hammer, which she uses as a prop--but as the cosmic power from within acts with intention the hammer takes on a life of its own, controlled by the telekieisi of the princess through another dimension; after the hammer eliminates the X and Dillon Francis, Pasqualle (actually Dillon Francis) is spotted out in the front row, and ousted as a time unraveling fraud of conciousness, then transforming into a gavel, this beginning the judgement of the above-ground portal of punishment, as it plunges the party goes into dungeons and alternate dimensions as The Diva SuoaCree and The Egotistical Skrillex basically battle to the eventual death of thousands instantly, as they "beat the fuck out if eachother with bass" collapsing the mainstage and sinking through a giant Rabbit Hole as the San Andreas fault line begins the apocolyse as depicted in 2012, Arriving in Hell, creating a second stage inside the Rave Cave Satan Created--where they have the CRAZIEST raves. While the battle between good and evil has officially begun, as the intergalactic space race to locate the planet at the exact right time space, era, and age becomes reckless, creating voids in space, creating a now expanding outward compressing inward collapsing contraction, the Multiverse and it's ever expanding realms are collapsing and colliding as reality shatters, a concept concivable by the extra terrestrials of advanced conciousness and evoked evolution--but it's hell-meets- heaven on earth as portals between worlds, basically, the best, most horrifying lazer light show in history, allowing fictional characters and science fiction to become reality,as worlds collide into one. The humans trapped in a eaveless covid 19 are blissfully ignorant, raving at home--meanwhuke the world, while also fighting a war where literally anything goes and everything is everything, as the laws of physics or any science ever apply. The occult magicians are at an advantage, able to harness the magic of the changing alignments, as the Ascended Masters plans to move the planet, keeping it out of the Global Government pact between the Intergalactic Planetary Waste Management and specifically The United States, as the evil Government--the same that launched the multiple attacks on both the Original Cree, SupaCree and The pSupaCree, still hatching plans within it's branches ran by white suprimisests and cult leaders or religious and prestigious organizations of protected traffickers, drug lords, and other evil rich people who continue to work towards the irreversible, certain and complete death, from which she cannot ressurect. The certain death SupaCree results in a I TOLD you she would be here! No WAY (At Skrillex) Whose that guy? WOOOOOOAAAHHH. ...Did you get it? After this, we're done--right? No more of this sh- Did you get the Laptop? *Sighs* Yeah, man--I…Yeah. It's right here. Good. None of this is "good", okay--this is the total opposite of "good", this is *not* good. It's ruining her life. You agreed. I didn't think it would go this far--I mean--Everything? Everything is Everything. Where is it? ...it's...here. *sets it down on the table* K. Now get out. (He puts his hands up mockingly) yeah dude, I'm out. We're like, good, right--? Like, I don't need anymore bad karma-- Oh, now you wanna be "good" You know what I meant. This is fucked up. She prays for you. Maybe now she'll realize she should be praying *to* me. *Befuddled, over it* Alright dude, good luck with...whatever…Just...Don't call me anymore. When have I ever called you directly? Just don't. He walks away, bursts out of the front doors frustratedly. Leaving the lair, Dillon is snatched, scary kidnapper style. Trying to reach the plug; it goes to voicemail, then immediately recieves a text. Sorry, my schedule's pretty hectic. I got class all day and then I'm going out of town. Ok. Sorry love. Damn...now what am I supposed to...huh Later Guy: well, I don't have any of that here, but what about this? He pulls out a Skrillex (after we are introduced to the dimension where the Skrillex becomes a popular device--but much like a googleflab (from Rick and Morty), it has many ambiguous uses. her eyes light up, as the Skrillex begins to glow. Oh...that…? Does it bother you? ...um… Go ahead. I...uh...I can't. You can't? Well why not? I just don't...really… Skrillex anymore. Why not? Everybody loves Skrillex. ...Yeah. C'mon. Try It Out. (Oh, God.) (('Oh God' WHAT? I'm busy.)) (((Go, quickly, please.))) I think...I think I'll skip that. What, are you trying to be a nun? ...Uh… Angel: you'd be a terrible nun. ...uhhh... Angel 2: shuttup. Hey. No? Suit yourself. It's here if you change your mind. ...Thank... you. The man walks away, and she lets out a slight sigh of relief. Angel: Don't be a pussy! What are you doing here? Angel: Telling you to STFU. I didn't say anything. Angel: SKRILLEX THE FUCK UP. Wow. Angel: Be a man! I'm not. Skrillex! No. Angel No? What's no? Skril--!! Angel 2: shutthefuckup. Thank you. Angel: what?! Angel 2: Ignore him; listen to me. Acceptable. Angel 2: You need Skrillex. Unacceptable. Angel: what, why? What is wr--(ong with you?) Angel 2: shhht! Look, this is important. Who sent you… ? They point "up". You're going to have to be a little more specific than that. Skrillex first, specifics later. Nokay. Both: NOKAY!? I don't--do that anymore. We know, look--just--youre not thinking clearly right now. I need you to focus. Focus how? Janie didn't even pick up the phone, I haven't heard from her all summer. How am I supposed to focus without-- Skrillex. Stop it. No, that's Fisher. Both: Shuttup. No, you Shuttup. Both up you shut the fuck-- ! Say it again. I'm past that part of my life. Technically, your Death. Yes, so let me rest in peace, please, without Skrillex. There is no peace without Skrillex. That makes, the opposite of sense. Just--look--its--You want to finish your project, right? I'll finish it… In this lifetime? Oh, now I'm alive--I thought I was dead. Uh-huh. Since when? Since S-- *flustered* Say it again. Shove it. And tell Satan-- WOAH. Simoltaneously Satan!? Oh please, fuck that guy--! You think we came from Satan? Well, Obviously. Oh, honey… Dude, I'm an angel. I have wings! Of course you do. Like Satan doesn't own Stocks at Red Bull. Christ. (Which one?) ((Jesuses: Not it! Jesus: Aha JINX. You owe me a Piñot Ah, Goddamn. God: WHAT did you just say? Jesuses: NOTHING. Jesus: Jinx! Jesus: Aahh--G--)) Christ is right. You got us confused, honey. We came from the other side. To feed me Skrillex? Uh, false. Begone, demons. You really don't--we're trying to help you. I don't need help. You do need Skrillex. You need Jesus. NOT IT. Angel 2: wait, which one? Now you're gonna have to be more specific. I specifically quit Skrillex. Now, leave me alone. You're not alone-- No, that's Marshmello. Shut. Up. Simoltaneously Stoooooopitttt. Ok fine. I guess I'll just-- Jesus walks in I got a call for 'Christ', and then a second one for "Jesus" did you need-- Jesus! Jesus? Oh, wait-- Jesus? Oh my God. I wouldn't bother her right now, she's kind of busy. Bet. Oh, no thank you. I don't gamble. Addictive personality. Christ. Huh, what? What's up? A beat. They all stand quietly (though Ū is the only one visible to the shop owner, who has returned with Pizza. I got pizza! Nice. Oooh! Jesus: Ah, what? I want some…wait, only she can see us, right? Yeah. Solid. Yo, I want a slice of pizza. What kind is it? Whispering to jesus: I don't know! Shop owner: don't know what? Or, what did you say? I didn't hear you. She awkwardly stares forward speechlessly, overwhelmed by the two angels and Jesus directly behind her. Don't just stand there! Say something. Uh. What uh, what kind...is it? Pineapple,pepperoni, jaleneño. Ew. What the fuck-- And we're from Hell? I know Who's this guy? I don't work for Satan, you work for Satan! Jesus: Grab me a slice homie, if I gotta fight the Devil again, I mean--he doesn't look like Satan, but--you never know these days. Really? Make it two. hah. YOLO. Hah. Just kidding. Shop owner: come get a plate. *he gestures to the Skrillex, which glowingly levitates hovering above the countertop, whirring.* You sure you don't want any of this? That? No. That--uhh--i'll just have Pizza. You sure? Skrillex is great with pizza. It is. Jesus: Awh, what? Skrillex? I love Skrillex. *She squints through her sunglasses* The shop owner hands her a plate, she dishes out two slices, as the angels and Jesus bicker beside her; she stands deflatedly, uncertain of her seemily collapsing reality. She presents the plate towards jesus, who looks up from his argument with the angels, enamoured by the Pizza. Jesus: OoOoh yeahhhh. Sprinkle some Skrillex on it. She looks at the Skrillex, which has now started to vibrate and emit a sparkling silver cloud around it. Shop owner: change your mind? No, I just-- gotta-- The Skrillex starts whirring more loudly. She side eyes it confusidely, and shudders. Are you ok? (Echos, until she hears her own voice, exclaiming--) FLASHBACK: *GASP* ARE YOU OKAY? Her eyes widen. I'll be right back. She turns swiftly towards the bathroom; Jesus and the Angels are waiting, cooly and nonchalantly in front of the bathroom doors. As she shoves a paper plate at Jesus, she swings the bathroom door shut-- Jesus: Didja do the Sprinkles? The angels jump as the door slams. Jesus is unmoved, excited for pizza. The male angel shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face. You're a sick man, Jesus. (As he bites into a slice of pizza) hah. Thats what Pontiius Pilot said. Mmm. In the bathroom, Ū panics as she over thinks, sitting on the toilet hunched to think. She lets out a sigh, and as she looks up, realizes Jesus and the Angels directly in front of her, jesus still quite enjoying his pizza. ...Can I help you? We're here to help you. I didn't call for help. Uh, actually,you called me two times. I mean--not *just*-- Are you eating in the bathroom dude? Agh gross… I'm here to answer your prayers, I didn't know anyone had been listening to mine. ...what, dude, you pray for Pizza? Among other things. If I pray for you to leave, will you leave me alone? Prayers are answered in the order in which they are received. Wait, how many light-years did it take you to ressurect? ...light-years…? What?! Oh dang. She doesn't know. Oh, shit--should I have said "Spoiler Alert"? I feel like that's the least Jesus thing you can ever say. Not quite--and not that it matters. I served my time as Messiah. They didn't believe me, 2,000 years later… Nobody believes. Have you read the Bible? Oh, God. Oh, hardly. Oh, please. Wow, okay. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Can [ Skrillex]? I don't think that's a good idea. What's an idea? What would be the point? There is no point,I just want to. Why? It's not as if you haven't already, over and over. It still sounds good. So good you'd really put yourself through how bad it feels? (Like child birth) ((Like Ego Death)) (((Like, Love)) No, I don't know love. You don't? I know what love is. I know what I feel Emotion is the key… How do you feel? Like I want to listen to… What is your favorite album? Specifically, as it pertains to-- Explaining makes it worse, trying to clarify as if you haven't been thinking about it for at least a minute, suggests you know what I mean. What is a minute? A measurement, increments of seconds--60 makes a second. What is a second? I don't know that measurement. I know it's milliseconds, that make up a second,but they're so shirt, nothing really matters. A seco d is short enough. How short? Longer than an instant, but...that's about it. Well, then--whats an instant? Theoretically speaking, the space between nothing and something. So, an occurance of something? Or rather, as something occurs. What happens in an instant? Anything can happen in an instant. Anything? Anything. Like what? I believe, an instant--would set a point at which something occurs, or becomes an instance. Right here, right now Right here! Right now! --right then. All instances, at different places in time. But an instant means,that it happened quickly. Right here, Take a right--on Thyme. I need thyme Instant Sk-- I don't think this is getting better. I don't see it getting any worse. () He's alive was all that mattered fir a moment, but strangely, really, even as this evolves into an almost unbreable soul sweltering-- Soul-swealtering? Yeah. Why that? Because it's not soul crushing. I know that feeling all too well. It's like a. Wait, you can feel your soul? Ugh, yeah. I would hope so. ...what? Or maybe that's The Reason The Reason (Oh please, I couldn't even listen to it right now if wanted to. ) ((Oh, shit I really want to)) (((What was that, even? A panic attack?)) Something. And that's--why I hate myself so much. This sensitivity inside others don't seems to have. That shit hurt. Hurt how? On so many levels. Levels Avicii. Rock N' Roll Well, there's the Straight Razor you've been asking for--two of them, actually right on top of the Bible. Hey, how's that bible coming along? The one I wrote, started in,or Directed? That's… DEEP. (It isn't, that deep.) Hell? The pain. Okay, that shit is deep. Sometimes, I feel like this… whatever is trapped in this body I hate so much, just needs to fly. It really does hurt now, like all the time--sometimes is not as bad--like that panic attack, or a hyperventilation-- Okay, I need to Skrillex. Need? Need? Or, want? At this point, both, think? Why? Because if anything I intentionally set myself spinning was getting to the end of this endless River of-- Elysian Park. The lovers. Pink floyd. Chak Chel's tree. And the animated movie, where Chak Chel was just a "retard, maybe? I don't know" or something dragged along by her brothers who just wanted to party, but end up accidently leaving her and she just keeps time traveling using her magic of nature through water and eventually meeting with The Skrillex when the thing was just a tiny thing that whirred around repeating things and making certain sounds no one would hear for--wait which human era, or where is the thing that came from the Dimisionb where the SuoaCree and Skrillex on the mantle, or the dresser of the Scientist or something who invented these two intricate pieces of alien technology, so artfully and intricately desiged and allinged neatly by the window, where The Skrillex was still sleeping and he didn't even see The SupaCree leaving, alternately it was SupaCree who slept while The Skrillex crept out of the window, gettinng swept up by the giant thing I haven't really even seen, cause it's so big, so big that people just say "wait what is that thing" as it just sweeps the galaxy collecting all these interesting anomolies in space it's LSDream's infinitely expanding vast of bigger-than-a-planet massive thing repeats the phrases from the renegades of light while both expanding and colliding space in time and music side by side and while Bampheramphs and Psychonaughts like Dorothy all collide with other psychedelic fictions of our time which, by the way reminded by the way the Raven's like a writing desk, cause RAven's helping write is and The spider is the plug, a bug and chArlotte lost her mind when in somewhere around Christmas time I sang to silver bells and the vibrations aligned as only time would tell my that I still like to harmonise, and I remember when my cousins in the car who couldn't hear the harmony when we would sing to bars of gospel music, people like to spend their time in bars but I'd just rather look at shooting stars, and stars inside the eyes of drunken stars as I fly, a shooting star as I was stricken by a guy whose name which I refuse to write, but I'd excersise in time with an album that I like, or rather that I love and that's just what it is, I love the man no matter what but wonder what he thinks of someone so fucked up that has nothing someone who has and does everything genius mind mastering magic of music in the least, but I think I just might be obsessed with this celebrity; apparently however, everytime I close my eyes, to pray or meditate, or enter dreams, or take a trip eating anything, actually--just when I do anything it's Sorry Sorry Sorry just forgive me for being me, that's the album that I planned to do one day cause r can double as an n, I've said the n word 37 times, at least I don't know why that number but I hope I just don't have to be this stupid Dillon Francis fan who writes about the stupid things that nobody really watches DJs like I do, but I do cause I used to want to am a I might be a superstar DJ, like I need to be my DJS favorite DJ and the truth detector reads the truth when Supacree finally obliges the bad guys who keep asking who the TimeKeeper who holds the key and I guess that's right on time, as perfect timing binds the Triverse that she is together in the never ending, she'll just keep on searching for her buddy, or her best friend, or her hubby, whatever's possible possibly anything as magic brings about the rounds of tragedy collapsing fabrics planets lands and galaxies, dimensions where ascended Masters have to lead the good to defeat evil, SupaCree reset the balance as she laughs with Dillon Francis and she leaves The Skrillex stranded a galaxy with Sonny, as she sees it, cause she doesn't see--its easier that way, but out of mind he cannot be as she's combined with her devine a d has omnopitient exsistance as she visits with the people of her planet in a distant galaxy after the Apocolyltiic shit that just collapsed and vanish just begins, an intermission and an interview session where suggestions of the clips and flashbacks give the population of the planet, none of which are racist, having given all the bad away to Satan, which is fake because she made it up And nothing isn't nothing, Jimmy Fallon fucking loves it cause it's just a peaceful place where no one else can bother him and now it all makes sense, but it isn't the end because it's infinite, like infinite like "isn't this just a about one thing?" But everything happened in an instant, so the clips could go in any order, or we just delete it--bht she can't delete the Skrillex and she hyperventilates as she remembera something makes something makes something happen if you just change your perception to it had to be a positive then lost as fuck is really on the way to "here it is" and "where is skrillex" is the significance of what it is to be significant...it's intricately vivid and colorful, these visions, it's been just a year right now but Ive been learning from somewhere that an instant here is eternities in other places I have reached And "what did getter do?" Is being answered in the frequencies and I don't really care, I'd rather die then live inside a world that doesn't think a damned creating new things all the time but finds attractive pictures in a screen and scrolls and scrolls to like it and he just might cheat if she looks just like her profile right, but does she ever--all the filters for the catfish, tastes like dirt and nothing's worth it if I work this hArd to barely be an urchen on the giant animal, whatever urgens like to pasaste And I am just a person on the other side of paradice I go through all these places on the westside where I've died a thousand times, I don't know why I like it, that's just my life and I like to like my life, but life's expensive when it's nice and I could write all this and never get attention which is fine but I am writing this and never making money, that ain't right I don't really like the money, I just wanna sleep in side. I don't really hate my country, but I'm a vet that died because I said I'd run for president and someone in the white supremacy movement tried to have me killed not once or twice, but by the time I finally tried myself, they didn't even try to pump mys stomach in the white run republican undiscovered bleeding heart, the state that I was born in, which THe Skrillex digs in record time to find Chak Chel inside the SupaCree and then it flies away as Cree before the supaCree cries as she tried to figure out the how and why the mother ship is on the other side And she can her someome tell her to get inside and wonders how the song sounds like a skrillex set, like he was playing live inside her bluetooth set as she just tries to find it, cause it was her spofity, but sounds like all these sounds from guys that she admires dropping bass in side her mind and he was wasted, more than wasted, more than wasted at the time after she died and he was thrown into the world that did collide, the bird that really liked the boy who shot her and the microscope the scientist is eyeing is the scene in black and white and all this writing might be nothing like the points in any time where I'm just running on like raven does, and satalites find wall e and the SupaCree while dancing And I hate the way I just hate the way I can't get it all the way organized and how would I send it to Dillon or skrillex and what if I did this and get no response not a miniscule anything to the time that I put in the time that I wasted if I'm rally just in a life where my punishment is seeing someone die by my side a thousand times and writing everything I've seen while taking time talking to God and asking just to skate his life, while I've been pleading with the devil that he trade his death for mine and I become a tye died crypt keeper with diamonds on her sythe and I'm a psycho psychic psy-something oh wait, I like psy , but I remember blasting Skrillex out my window in the night the northern lights would dance and sing as I left my volume high in 825 where I was writing things for tv screens just leaving fiending for a cigarette and I get frostbite cause I cannot buy the gloves I need, or food to eat or anything at any time, I give my life to guys like Sketti and see Dammit all the time, and I never even got to tell Feysha fucking bye but just decided I'd leave dubstep on, which no one really liked it's like 09 or something, I don't know, it was another life, the title song I'd write to Vibrate but I didn't know the vibe just might be high enough from playing bass beside the northern lights for universal occurances or the torture that this is for everything I wish to be eventually granted either by death, or by snu snu, I refuse to live through poverty when all of me died in that room where the car where the place that the time where my daughter and son died. I haven't been write ever since. The pain to work another job I hate, not worth it, to stay chained to the ex who made me hate my entire being, because everything was my fault and my fault and my fault and my mom the default resulting in the revolting ball of all the ugly bodies in the world that's just this damaged sack of whatever road I'm on, but it won't be long, now, the monkey said and the monkeys dead and the monkey is me, if the white supremacy guys talking rught--or I'm an idol that might have the thing the world needs, but it can't see cause people have eyes and I just have love in my love and my love is my art is my I just can't get off this rollercoaster ride Scatta I died . But Choppa burned down the whole ride, I only got to ride it once, but it's fine--if he's been in hell since the time of the album where I liked to fly on the luggage carts flying as I'd do a job I didn't like But that was back when I was fine with making nothing for my time Now I'm either making someone that I really really like Or I'm dying, I would love to live If I could live inside. Satan runs my mother from the other side but I am really just my mother, who can also travel time. How'd I do that Oh, I remember thinking that it might be funny to have actor Jallel White arrive in cameos as-- Fuck this. Oh right, the roomba in the room that just Honey, come home please--we are worried about you. Heaven has been calling for while now. Maybe the dimension this makes sense in is in the next realm. That's just it. There is no knowing. I'm starting to get a clearer picture of it. You said the vision was vivid. Which Vision, most Visions are vivid. This is just inside your head. It's all in my head. Occult Classic. Nice. $40 for a long sleeve. You would wear it. I would buy it if I didn't have my pride and $40 I'll apply to something else. Like flying back to the town you said you'd burn down and your ex denies but threatened that the gang he's in will kill you-- That's what you'd like, right? Death, just as long as I die. It can't be suicide, the sin that left me punishing and writing sides for Dillon Skrillex Roiland That's a glib glob So am I. The longest drive that never was, was just hallucinations, right? And Chak Chel's sweat lodge before you found the rock where all the butterflies TH3 D3VILS D3N A deal with the Devil turns into a wild goose chase through Hell, after 'ASCENSION' CROSSOVER: The Ascended Masters SunnÏ Blū Saga Soundtrack: It Father Said,Skrillex 12th Planet Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Much Ado About Sunnï Blū Something Sunnï This Way Comes The Suite Life of Sunnï Blū I don't have any love left Just bitterness See to this, Hear to this This infinite pit I live in is just Limitless, It's endless shit I should just end it I should just end it I should just end it Isn't it time we get rid of this planet Animal magnetism It ends in headonistic and satanic Black magic rituals Marilyn, you fool I see right through you Evil eyes, and all the lies Never nice,. I won't supply you with the times Miss, miss Ms. Mrs. Marilyn Moore, maybe Oh, poor me, I see That'll be the day I bleed That'll be the day I bleed That'll be the day I bleed Into the sink Or into the sea Whatever suits me You just do what you want with your body Do whatever you want with my body, When I leave it, If it's not me It's not any concious being I'm just being honest, if Honesty is the best policy And polished lips is all I see Inheritance is all it means to be free If you inherit anything, You're better off than me If you can catch a man Without a personality Just hang me loosely from a noose Upon my very favorite tree Just tie the noose around my neck Display for everyone to see Just tie the noose around my neck The best of UCLA breeds The fallen angels, wicked saints Tainted flesh, Late postmates, Mistakes and meth to make the grade My love is fading Live is faded Love is blind and Love is jaded Close my eyes, though they are shaded Those remind me of a love I wish I hated I wish I hated him I wish I dated more I wish my name was Moore But Mrs. closed the door Evil sacred magic spells A tainted, bloody wishing well Well, my friends I wish you well If I could damn myself to hell I have I never left this place. The Beginning of The End of The Infinite Skrillifiles. I thought it was infi-- “The Blue Eyed Skrillex” It was weird. Sonny's unborn son travels back from his future and winds up in a... What does he want? To go back, I'm assuming. This scene? Is it written? It might be. How's this? Don't do this. I have to. ___ Oh YES—we were tie dying! Oh shit, now I remember. ___ DR Ya'll. Skrillex is an alien. OWSLA We know this. DR No, I mean-- like, for real. OWSLA Yeah. He is. Wait, Doctor WHO? Exactly. “DOCTOR WHOWSLA” (Lame.) EVERYONE We already knew that. DR No. But I mean, on some real shit-- OWSLA WE KNOW DUDE. Oh. [THE SKRILLEX (A Giant Alien Spacecraft) is Unveiled] What in the fuck sauce. [Siri Plays Duck Sauce] No, Siri--Okay, you know what? I'm not even mad. I love this. [Mini Dance Break-- Suddenly the Skrillex is activated by th--] Ohhh, I get it. Because, remember, it runs on-- Yassssss!!!! What the-- WOAH. What just happened? How'd you do that? I did not! Yes you did! It wasn't me! THE SKRILLEX: IT WAS U. Oh My God. What the fuck! This is crazy! I KNOW DUDE-- Are we terrified or astounded?! I AM SKRILLEX. AHHHH! PORQUE NO LAS DOS? THE SKRILLEX PLAYS ‘PORQUE NO LAS DOS, BY SUPACREE What is this? I love it. [Miniature Dance Break, even amidst the chaos Wait... I wrote this song. Wait--you did? This is you! Damn. That's fire. This is hot. You wrote this? Yeah, but...in the future. Wait, I thought there is no future. There has to be, Skrillex is in it. I AM SKRILLEX. Apparently, this is him. No it isn't! It is him. It has to be. But it isn't. It's him, he's just screwing with it. Who is this kid? What is she even doing here with us? She's going to help us find him. Close...but no. What do you mean? We've had several hundred experts listen-- There are several hundred ‘experts' in Skrillex. Several Thousands, more precisely, in this specific field of study, mind you. I do mind. This is a very serious matter, miss. Over it. I beg your pardon? Mind Over...Nevermind. But I do. *shrugs* Hm. The Audiobook Part II A funny series of chapters, if you can get through the burning tears of heartbreak. (Recorded January 2021) *Trigger Warning* Disclaimer: Sometimes, the truth hurts. Don't Kill Yourself. -LEAKY SPOILER BELOW- The Infinite Fandoms Are Watching Via Interdimensional Cable in Real-Time Live Action. SONNY/ SKRILLEX It wasn't me. SUPACREE Okay, Shaggy. (What the fuck is that supposed to mean?) ((All the DJ's will get it.)) SUPACREE So I guess this is not your sweater. SONNY/ SKRILLEX (Squints, guiltily lying.) No…. SUPACREE Oh, ffftt-- reat. I was only holding onto it because I thought it was yours, and actually gave a whole fuck about it. My mistake, fuck. SONNY/SKRILLEX ...right. SUPACREE So you don't mind if I just... burn it, right--? SONNY/SKRILLEX You wouldn't do that… SUPACREE Um, I might-- SONNY/SKRILLEX DON'T-- SUPACREE Don't what? Light this--not your--but completely random--sweater on FIRE? What might that do? [She flicks the bic.] SONNY/SKRILLEX STOP! SUPACREE Oh. Why Sonny? (Woah, how are these two on a first name basis?) (I told you he did it.) CUT TO: Jesus and his angels also really enjoy watching this show. Jesus has been on extended vacation for quite some time; He lounges carelessly, snacking on pizza in a cloudy, albeit, smoke-filled paradise. Two of his favorite Angels occasionally accompany him, carrying out tasks throughout the inner dimensions. JESUS Ohhhooo, Christ, I knew it. ANGEL 1 He is fucked. JESUS He's been fucked, now he's just done for. CUT BACK TO: SUPACREE Is this your sweater? SONNY/SKRILLEX (Guilty) ...it might be… SUPACREE I know it's your sweater, asshole! SONNY/SKRILLEX Ow! Okay! Fuck! [The BODYGUARD steps in.] CUT TO: Most DJs have interdimensional cable, and take guilty pleasure in watching the series unfold, sometimes working themselves to manipulate circumstances in the favor of the desired outcome. DILLON FRANCIS Oh, this Is getting W E I R D. ALLISON WONDERLAND It was always weird, now it's getting good. DEADMAU5 He is so fucked-- CUT BACK TO: BODYGUARD Hey,watch it! SUPACREE (To Bodyguard) Watch It? You watch it motherfucker! [The BODYGUARD steps back cautiously.] SUPACREE (CONT'D) My bodyguard will eat your bodyguard and--!! BODYGUARD Oh man…. FOUR TET Is that really your sweater? SONNY/SKRILLEX ...yeah… CUT TO: FANDOM How did she get his sweater!? CUT BACK TO: FOURTET Dude! How did she get your sweater? ON INTERDIMENSIONAL TV: How did she get his sweater?!!! SONNY/SKRILLEX I don't know… (I know how) SUPACREE Yeah Sonny, how did I get your sweater??? How did I do that? SONNY/SKRILLEX I--don't know! You probably stole it from my house! SUPACREE I don't even know where your house is! SONNY/SKRILLEX Google knows where my house is! SUPACREE GOOGLE KNOWS WHERE EVERYONE'S HOUSE IS. FAN She has a point. In the reality where it's a live-action, realtime gameshow: {DING} HOST A POINT! SONNY/SKRILLEX WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME? SUPACREE OK, RIHANNA. {DING} HOST ANOTHER POINT! CUT TO: ARMIN VAN BUREN is watching in literally every-possible infinite dimension, via a multitude of flatscreens, within his megaship. ARMIN Damn. CUT BACK TO: SONNY/SKRILLEX Your references are outdated. SUPACREE Well so are you. Here. [She tosses his sweater at him.] DILLON FRANCIS (Leaping up, distrubed) What is she doing?! DEADMAU5 (Sipping soda smugly through a straw.) Woah, she loves that thing. SONNY/SKRILLEX What? I--I don't want it---keep it. SUPACREE I don't want it. Take it back. SONNY/SKRILLEX No! SUPACREE Okay! [She flicks the Bic, Lighting the Sleeve On Fire] SONNY/SKRILLEX. Are you STUPID? SUPACREE No, worse; I'm SKRILLEX. {DING} HOST THATS A POINT! Well, That's III. CUT TO: ALICIA KEYS is a guest star on one of the infinite television shows in which this takes place; She reprises her classic song on stage in front of a live studio audience, as the events are projected on megascreens behind her. ALICIA KEYS This girl is on FIRE!!! SUPACREE So's that sweater, isn't that significant, or something? SONNY/SKRILLEX Oh, shit--yeah--Hey-- [Emptiness] Then: A Portal Opens. The Audiobook Part III Copyright Protected by Writers Guild of America, West ‘Thieo' makes his final wish (for his truest and everlasting love) to his appointed Acceded Sorcerer; but there are trials he must endure and obstacles to be met before his wish come true— C'Esmett— A warrior princess raised to rule is on the brink of going rouge, after she is betrayed by her betrothed —her calling to become queen is imminent; yet she must overcome boundaries set by tradition, facing the powers-that-be to strengthen and master her own. Her ancient knowledge, ascended sorcery, and intrinsic healing mysticism— amongst other gifts of nature (a seer, fortune of truths; being of light) Into The Future A Divine Psychic's Reaffirmations of The Reflective Premonitions from A Life Lived Infinitely There's no doubt that I have been unbreakably and unbearably tied to the future which I once foresaw, and still oftentimes do with the reminders of each lucid love once set in place as a code, a language spoken between those of us in this realm, and those ascended beyond the duty of this existence. Though names continue to blur and confuse the true presence of either's auras. I've come to believe almost to a point of knowing the connection between myself, Dillon Francis, and Sonny Moore—Respectively and as a conglomerate the latter mentioned a fluid and translucent reflection of myself in every sense that all he is up to this point is all of what I am, and also am not. Though careless now in my regards to that of what may actually happen behind this point, there are broad visions of certainty pertaining to the realm of infinity, with the extended knowledge of what has already, and what will happen, if allowed to be so. Still, careless in the overall outcome, I can only help to wonder which circumstances I have received not in the energetic form of thought or imagination, but in the broad and astral cosmic visions of what lie ahead, as I have finally come to gracefully l accept and respect my very psychic sensibilities. Annie's just another body Men like bodies I'm just another heart, but Men like bodies We are both broken, but Men like broken bodies Broken hearts are just Impossible responsibilities Irresponsible possibilities I'm not Annie I'm not Claire, Not Marilyn Not Supacree Not Skrillex...or, Sonny Not anybody that has to be Something or anything For anybody's anything I'm nothing nothing Nothing nothing Nothing nothing Nothing nothing Sorry I'm Amy My baby, he Drops the album, goes on tour I'm crying on the kitchen floor But I'll be at the bottom Of every bottle In the eyes of every model In the smile of every dancer Behind every mirror Today and tomorrow All this impossible Irresponsible, improbable Honorary God-awkward Opera of songs is Converted to a catalogue I'm sorry I bothered Don't knock, if Opportunity comes, Just rocket. The Audiobook Part IV [Scary Monsters and SupaCree] 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.