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Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.PART TWO – October 6, 1992Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my grandfather's irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn't normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen, Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead's soft little hand.Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she's an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi's hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed, then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of myself. My grandfather's DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen! You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.I don't know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted, “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She didn't even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.I'd been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is anybody's guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason popped to mind even though I thought I'd forgotten it years ago “O' zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked, because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the expression I'd seen on Briona's face while Troy was fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga's black friend, appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch. I'd never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it, so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken, an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi's firm tits rubbing all over my back. My mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was Oktoberfest!Midnight in the campus park.Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga's large, coppery tits flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time, so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I didn't care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh shit! They weren't all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga's harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded mercifully away.Muschi's paper pale face was flush with devastating sexiness, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking past me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi's expression. She didn't make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes staring past me, and looking down at Helga's ample cleavage. Oh shit, she wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga's beautiful copper colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally unaware of Muschi's lustful looks.The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark, and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand definitely squeezed another girl's breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi Ho's and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully clothed orgy!But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind, obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a drinker. When we'd run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still holding hands.After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name's not really Helga Boobenschtein.”“Ach du lieber! I'm shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don't look German!”“No, my mother's Brazilian. I got my black hair and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color I'd ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I'm not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That's too perfect!”“My grandpa's from Austria, and my grandma from my mother's side is Bavarian.”“Oh my god. What are the odds that two half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in matching costumes? It's a good thing I don't believe in fate, or I'd say it was fate.”I laughed, “I don't believe in fate, either, but show me the evidence, and I'll be happy to reconsider. But in any large sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen to somebody. In this case, to us.”“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That's what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”She blushed. “I'm sorry about the girls. They're a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is Barbara. She's a lesbian.”“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I'm not into it, but she just won't give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn't you?”I had no words for how much I'd enjoyed our dance. So I just blushed and smiled.She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic thrill. Then she said, “I've seen you around the labs. What's your major?”“General science.”She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I'm just a freshman. I'm taking a bunch of different classes this year until I figure out what my passion is. But it's definitely in the sciences. I love science. I love science. I'm taking this biology class right now, and we're learning all about the…”As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did something else instead.I kissed her.It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa's mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal crippling uncertainty. I didn't even wait for her to finish her current sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She didn't push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately, lustfully as if she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as much as me.We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making crude comments. But I didn't care. This was my first French kiss, and I had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection, so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.She started shivering, and said, “My legs are freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right. Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz. The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and suppler.She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment, but she didn't. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties, and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks, squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but she didn't make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my hands as she laughed.Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I couldn't believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic, and all the while we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, absolutely breathless with passion.We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn't believe we'd been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn't last forever. There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly, we pulled back and just looked into each other's eyes for a while. I found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my life, I could look into a woman's eyes without glancing away nervously after a few seconds. I could look into Annie's baby-blue eyes forever.Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my dorm, liebchen?”“But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot deal. In the light of day she'd notice how crooked my teeth were. She'd notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe, a second date?She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb, giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust. I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm. And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing straight ahead.I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a girl's only dorm. Boys weren't allowed in at any time. But she steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.” She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I'd never noticed before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I guess. Fear of dark places.The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this secret place?We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed. I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and intimate expression. She had a thin baby-blue bra under the blouse, through which I could see the dark circles of her areolas.She reached up and pulled my face down into her coppery cleavage, and I breathed in her powdery perfume and kissed her supple skin, in circling motions, hardly believing this was happening, until I was kissing her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She groaned in pleasure and suddenly pulled the front of her bra down, exposing her moonlit breasts to me. Her areolas were chocolate brown. I took one of her large nipples into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, and bit it lightly with my teeth, making her giggle. This was an absolute dream come true, but it was only getting better with each passing second.As I switched to kissing and licking her other breast, she opened her legs, and I shifted so I was kneeling between them. I lowered myself onto her, pressing my hard-on into her crotch, and began to grind myself against her, softly at first, but with growing urgency. She ran her fingers through my hair, then began to push my head downward. For a second I thought she wanted me to stop licking her boobs, but she kept pushing me down with one hand, while she pulled up her flouncy skirt with the other. Soon my face was inches away from her lacy blue panties. There was a large wet spot in the center of the blue lace. I saw it only for a second before she pulled my face down into her warm wet crotch. I was overwhelmed by the musky moistness of her. I'd caught a whiff of Briona the night she fucked Troy, but now that I was buried in an actual pussy, I took a deep breath of her animalistic aroma. Good grief, I loved it!I grabbed her suede-soft thighs with both hands and began kissing her pussy through the lacy fabric, licking the tender flesh of her labia on either side, which made her moan with delight. I worked my tongue around the edge of the panties, slowly pulling the edge of it inward, exposing more of her tender flesh. I felt her downy black pubic hairs tingling across my tongue. I pulled at them playfully with my lips. She laughed, then groaned. I teased her for a while, licking the left side, then the right, moving ever inward, but not all the way. She twisted about passionately trying to make me go further, but I playfully delayed, as much to entice her as to prolong the moment for me. This was, without doubt, the greatest night of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached down and pulled her panties all the way open and pulled my face into her warm wet pussy. My nose buried itself in her downy bush, and my tongue slipped between her swollen lips. She tasted incredible.“Oh, liebchen…” she moaned, “that feels so good.”Although this was my first time, I'd listened to Briona's instructions as Troy ate her out, so I had a general idea of what to do. For the next half hour or more I ate Annie's sweet pussy with absolute abandon. I kissed and teased her, and tried to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure. I found I couldn't put my tongue very far into her vagina. There was a thin membrane just an inch inside her pussy lips. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. Oh shit, that's her hymen! I recognized it from biology class. For some reason, because of her sexual confidence, I'd assumed Annie wasn't a virgin, exactly the opposite mistake I'd made from judging Briona. I chuckled, realizing that I was a terrible judge of things like that. But it didn't matter. I was touched that Annie trusted me to kiss her this way. I was careful not to lick her too vigorously. I knew from biology class that the hymen could be broken accidentally, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for an unintentional defloration! So I concentrated most of my efforts on her tiny little clitoris. She loved it when I sucked it and swirled it with my tongue.After a while I discovered that her favorite thing was when I rubbed her pussy up and down with my entire face. I'd start with my nose buried between her quivering lips, then slide upward, so my nose and tongue went up her pussy until I could lift the little hood covering her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and flick that sensitive little nub before making my way back down. I went up and down this way, again and again, starting slowly but building up speed. My face was slick with her copious juices, which thrilled me to no end. She whimpered and gasped and groaned, and started saying, “Oh, god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes…” And then, quite suddenly, her entire body tensed up like crazy, and she closed both of her thighs around my head and held me in a vice grip while she bucked and arched and clenched, squealing with an incredibly powerful orgasm. A splash of warm juices surged out of her pussy onto my face, startling me, and delighting me at the same time.Then I began licking and sucking her dripping wet pussy with gusto, swallowing her juices, and slurping her delicious clit. But after a few seconds of this she started banging my forehead with her palm, apparently too overwhelmed to be able to communicate vocally. I took the hint and left her over-stimulated clit alone. Annie's body remained as stiff as a board, and a deep trembling rolled through her thighs for two solid minutes. Finally she relaxed, and her thighs opened, releasing my head from the vice grip. She just lay there for the longest time, panting hard as if she'd just jogged a mile. I took the opportunity to finally take a good long look at her beautiful pussy in the moonlight. Every woman in the world has one, but Annie's was the first I'd seen this closely. I'd seen Briona's but she was so hairy, I really hadn't been able to make out any details. But Annie's pussy only had a little oval tuft of silky black hair on top, and simple curving chocolate brown lips below, topped with a tiny little nub. I knew right then and there that for the rest of my life, Annie's vagina would be the one I'd judge all others by. It was simply too beautiful for words. An absolute work of art, just like every other square inch of her.I kissed her pussy lips gently this time, savoring the similarity of these lips to her other lips. After a while she tugged at my hair. So I crawled up and snuggled her in the leaves, my leg over her legs to keep them warm in the chilly October air. Slowly she came out of the post orgasmic state she'd been in for the last ten minutes. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Hans, I never did that before. That was an orgasm I guess. Wow.”“Yeah, wow!” I said, smiling. We kissed. She backed off and wrinkled her nose in distaste.“Is that what I taste like?”“Delicious.”“If you say so,” she said sardonically.“I do say so. Your pussy, my dear, is ze finest pussy in all ze fatherland. Yah, sweet nectar from Odin…”She kissed me to shut me up. We hugged and kissed sweetly for a long time, shivering against each other, neither of us wanting the night to end.There was a rustling in the bushes. We both tensed and listened intently for more. Was someone else crawling up the tunnel? Fear gripped us, but after a few minutes of deadly silence, I said, “Must have been a branch falling.”“Sorry,” she said, “I get easily spooked.”“I saw a ghost once.” She let this random bit of information sit there in the darkness. A cloud moved over the moon and suddenly we were plunged into pitch darkness. I could only, just barely, make out her sky blue eyes in the inky blackness.“A ghost?”“Yeah.”“There are no such things as ghosts.”She sighed, “Yeah, I know, but I saw one, so, I guess that's stupid, right?”My science brain now switched on, instinctively. “You know, I used to love ghost stories and paranormal stuff. But nobody has ever found scientific evidence that any of that stuff exists, in spite of millions of dollars spent on research, hundreds of independent studies, probably more. In the whole of human history, there's still no conclusive evidence that human consciousness survives death.”“I know. But it hasn't been disproved either.”“You can't prove a negative.”She laughed. “I know, Hans, I know. I told you it's stupid.”“So what's this ghost you saw? Could have been a dream, or a hallucination. They're more common than people think.”“Maybe.” She said. The cloud moved off the moon, and once again I could see her lovely bronze face. I could tell from her expression that she didn't want to tell me more. She'd given me a glimpse of her dark secret, but that was all I was going to get. She could let me lick her pussy, but the ghost story thing was a little too personal. Go figure.Perhaps as a way to change the topic, she rolled over to straddle me. In response my softened cock began to grow again. She looked down at me in the moonlight and said, “You know, Hans, you're quite lovely.”“Handsome, you mean”“Lovely. Handsome men don't wear lederhosen.”I was about to say something funny, but she began to grind herself on my hardening erection. A beautiful, lustful expression came over her sweet face. She inched herself slowly down my body, and I watched her as she unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my lederhosen. There were a lot of them, and it would have been amusing except I was suddenly aware that she intended to touch my cock. I got lightheaded with amazement and lust. One of the great dreams of my life was about to come true, and I tried to commit the sight of Annie unbuttoning me to memory. My underwear-clad cock began to emerge more and more with each button, rising up to her grinning face, eager to meet her, to shake hands, to say hello. She tickled the tip of it playfully, amused at the way it jumped with each touch.“Little Hans wants out. Should I let him?”“Yes Fraulein. Zat would be lovely.” I tried to be funny and cool, but my voice cracked with tension.She pulled the band of my underwear down, and my cock sprang up in front of her face, looking quite impressive in the moonlight, if I may say so myself. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of it. “I stand corrected. Not little Hans. BIG Hans!” I'm glad she'd never seen Troy's cock! Then she touched my cock with her fingers, sending shivers up and down my spine. She began to bat it with her fist, making it bob about playfully. She'd obviously never seen a penis before, because she was utterly fascinated. She stroked it gently, and rolled my furry balls in her fingertips, giggling at the strange feel of me. I was in absolute heaven by this point. And when she leaned down and kissed the underside of my cock with her beautiful lips, my heart skipped a beat. She kissed it again and again, and the more she kissed it, the harder it got, which I didn't even think was possible. Finally she opened her mouth and the tip slipped between her warm, wet lips. I felt her teeth, her lips, her tongue, but mostly I saw. Really, it was the sight of her mouth, her beautiful, rosy mouth, wrapped around this most intimate part of me, which made my heart do loop-de-loops.She tongued me and kissed me and sucked me in a variety of ways. It was her turn now to experiment, and I loved every minute of it. After a while she unbuttoned my suspenders and pulled the shorts down, without bothering to take my boots off. She spread my thighs open and licked my furry balls, taking them into her mouth, while stroking my turgid shaft with her soft fingers. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but I didn't know better. It was perfect as far as I was concerned. I just laid back and let her service me, amazed at how much she got into it. She kept looking up at me with her baby blue eyes as she slobbered all over my cock, which was truly mind-blowing. I'd daydreamed about blowjobs for years, but the reality was so much better. I mean, this was literally one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life, and she was sucking my cock. It was beyond wonderful. It was life altering.After only a few minutes of her wonderful mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, I began to feel the telltale signs of impending orgasm. “Oh shit, Annie, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up.”She looked up at me and said, “I want to feel you cum in my mouth, Hans. Is that okay?”I nodded, dazed with excitement. Then she sucked and slurped, putting her limber neck into it, and rolling my balls with her fingertips. The underside of my cock became so sensitive that I could feel every taste bud on her magical tongue. Then I felt a hot burst in my nuts, and I began to buck and writhe with the most incredible orgasm I'd ever felt. She kept sucking and jerking as I shot my seed into her mouth. Her cheeks quickly became distended, and cum began to ooze past her lips down my cock. Then I saw her gulping, and I realized she was actually swallowing my cum.I didn't get soft for a second, so she just swallowed and kept on sucking. Sure, my cock was so sensitive by this time that it almost felt painful being in her mouth, but I put up with the pain because I didn't want it to end. I had no idea when or if I'd ever get another blowjob. Happily I got over the hypersensitivity after a few minutes, and she continued to suck and slurp for another ten or fifteen minutes until I thought I was probably on the verge of cumming again.But then Annie suddenly sat up and grabbed her purse. My heart sank. I was certain she was going to check her watch and say it was time to go home. But instead she pulled out a little wrapper and clumsily tore it open. My head nearly exploded when I realized what she was doing. I'd totally forgotten to bring my condom with me. Thank God Annie was more organized than me. She tried to put it on my cock, but it was too dark to see that she was putting it on inside out. We both laughed as she yanked the stretchy rubber on my throbbing shaft. It was so hilarious that it almost took my mind off what was about to happen.Eventually she got the condom over about half my phallus, and said, “Well, that's as good as it gets, I guess!” Then she stepped out of her panties and squatted over me. I reached up and our fingers interlocked. I was filled with the most amazing love for Annie as she lowered her muff onto my pole. Then before I knew it, I felt the head of my scepter pushing against the tender flesh of her hymen. She paused, our eyes locked on each other. We both knew this was an important moment and should be savored. Then she lowered herself, with a deep groan, and popped her cherry on me. She slid all the way down with a throaty gasp, until I was totally immersed in her tight pussy. She sat there for a minute or two, and we looked at each other smiling. It was over. We were no longer virgins.“High five.” I said.We high-fived each other, smiling like crazy.I was thrilled with the thought that half of my cock, the part uncovered by the condom, was touching the inside of her sweet tunnel. She slowly lifted herself, then lowered herself. She was so tight around me, I might as well not have been wearing a condom. It was incredible.She moaned, “Oh fuck, Hans. You feel so big. Oh god. Oh god. What a great cock. Thank you. Thank you for this, Hans.”I was actually fucking a gorgeous half-Brazilian hottie in a pile of leaves, and she was actually thanking me. I looked up at her in wonder. The moonlight was glinting on her dark, shiny braids. As she slowly lifted herself up again her gorgeous lips opened to emit a moan of transcendent pleasure. I was moved more than words can convey.I blurted, “I love you.” Her blue eyes opened wide, and for a moment I was worried that I'd made a mistake. But then she began to pump her body up and down on me with crazy abandon, her eyes locked to mine, as she gave off beautiful, throaty moans.“Oh, oh, oh. You feel so good inside me. Oh yeah. So good. Goddamned fucking fantastic! Oh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Soon she was pounding herself on me faster, making the leaves rustle and bounce into the air. I reached up and yanked the front of her bra down, releasing her large brown breasts again. They looked amazing, bobbing and bouncing in the moonlight with those dark brown areolas flying up and down in a blur. Then I began to arch my pelvis in rhythm with her movements, rising up to meet her with each downstroke. The bare skin of our pelvises began slapping wetly together again and again. She was so wet, I could feel her juices dripping down my balls.Suddenly, a sharp, spine-tingling, high-pitched groan came from the bushes to our left. We froze in primal fear. I felt every hair on my headstand erect, and Annie's pussy tightened like a clamp around my shaft. After a few moments of silence, the bushes rustled, as if something was moving slowly around the edge of the clearing. It groaned again, weirder this time, sounding almost human, but I was certain it had to be an animal. Annie's face was contorted in terror. She pulled off me, and plopped to her hands and knees.She whispered desperately, “Come on. Fuck me Hans. Hurry up.”I couldn't believe she wanted to keep going. I wanted to run. As a matter of fact, I was scared shitless. But there she was, kneeling with her skirt bundled up, exposing her beautiful brown ass to the moonlight. I kneeled behind her and slowly slid my cock into her tight, trembling canal, while she looked at the bushes, following the eerie rustling sounds with her head. Man, oh, man, her hips felt good in my hands, and her pussy felt incredible around my cock. I began to pound her hard and fast, trying to work her up to another quivering orgasm. I felt myself building up to one too, but I was able to put it off longer than I normally could have, because my abdomen was clenched into a tight little fist of fear. But after thirty, forty, fifty strokes, she let out a little choking gasp, and warm juices surged out of her all around my shaft, splashing loudly into the leaves between her knees.At the moment of her climax a huge black flying thing burst out of the edge of the clearing and flew right at us then up out of sight making us both Scream! Right then I began to ejaculate, spurred on by fear and the shivering, quivering spasms that were rolling through her pussy and thighs. My orgasm seemed to go on and on for minutes, as I continued thrusting and squirting shot after shot into that wonderful girl. Or, into the condom, I should say.When my spasms finally ended, I pulled out of her and plopped into the leaves next to her. She crawled on top of me and whispered into my ear, “I love you too. Now let's get the hell out of here.”I yanked the fully loaded condom from my penis, and tossed it into the leaves, then we dressed hastily, laughing like idiots, and crawled in terror through the tunnel. Then we sprinted breathlessly, hand in hand through the park to her dorm. We didn't look back until we got through the doors in the foyer. I swear, it felt as something was chasing us the whole way, but when we turned to look out the glass doors, nothing was there but the cold October dawn. The sky was glowing with the first rays of morning light. We laughed and breathlessly talked about what an amazing night we'd had! But what the hell was that thing? We agreed it must have been a bird. What else could it have been?Only then did we realize that she'd bled a bit from her broken hymen. The brown crotch of my lederhosen had splashes of dark crimson, and her flowery skirt and white stockings were spattered too. But we both laughed, happy that the lobby was deserted at this hour. We held onto each other in the foyer until the morning sun broke over the treetops, casting October orange light on her bronze face, and filling her blue eyes with wonder. She was even more stunning than ever. We stood up and I kissed her goodnight, or good morning I guess. But before she went inside, I haltingly said, “Uh, do you think, that you'd like to, uh, go out with me again?”She smiled as if I'd just asked her the dumbest question in the world. “I'm your girlfriend, stupid.”My heart soared. I have a girlfriend!by CBSummers, for Literotica 

Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.PART TWO – October 6, 1992Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my grandfather's irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn't normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen, Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead's soft little hand.Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she's an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi's hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed, then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of myself. My grandfather's DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen! You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.I don't know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted, “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She didn't even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.I'd been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is anybody's guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason popped to mind even though I thought I'd forgotten it years ago “O' zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked, because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the expression I'd seen on Briona's face while Troy was fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga's black friend, appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch. I'd never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it, so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken, an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi's firm tits rubbing all over my back. My mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was Oktoberfest!Midnight in the campus park.Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga's large, coppery tits flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time, so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I didn't care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh shit! They weren't all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga's harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded mercifully away.Muschi's paper pale face was flush with devastating sexiness, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking past me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi's expression. She didn't make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes staring past me, and looking down at Helga's ample cleavage. Oh shit, she wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga's beautiful copper colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally unaware of Muschi's lustful looks.The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark, and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand definitely squeezed another girl's breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi Ho's and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully clothed orgy!But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind, obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a drinker. When we'd run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still holding hands.After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name's not really Helga Boobenschtein.”“Ach du lieber! I'm shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don't look German!”“No, my mother's Brazilian. I got my black hair and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color I'd ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I'm not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That's too perfect!”“My grandpa's from Austria, and my grandma from my mother's side is Bavarian.”“Oh my god. What are the odds that two half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in matching costumes? It's a good thing I don't believe in fate, or I'd say it was fate.”I laughed, “I don't believe in fate, either, but show me the evidence, and I'll be happy to reconsider. But in any large sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen to somebody. In this case, to us.”“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That's what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”She blushed. “I'm sorry about the girls. They're a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is Barbara. She's a lesbian.”“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I'm not into it, but she just won't give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn't you?”I had no words for how much I'd enjoyed our dance. So I just blushed and smiled.She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic thrill. Then she said, “I've seen you around the labs. What's your major?”“General science.”She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I'm just a freshman. I'm taking a bunch of different classes this year until I figure out what my passion is. But it's definitely in the sciences. I love science. I love science. I'm taking this biology class right now, and we're learning all about the…”As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did something else instead.I kissed her.It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa's mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal crippling uncertainty. I didn't even wait for her to finish her current sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She didn't push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately, lustfully as if she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as much as me.We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making crude comments. But I didn't care. This was my first French kiss, and I had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection, so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.She started shivering, and said, “My legs are freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right. Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz. The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and suppler.She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment, but she didn't. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties, and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks, squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but she didn't make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my hands as she laughed.Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I couldn't believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic, and all the while we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, absolutely breathless with passion.We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn't believe we'd been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn't last forever. There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly, we pulled back and just looked into each other's eyes for a while. I found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my life, I could look into a woman's eyes without glancing away nervously after a few seconds. I could look into Annie's baby-blue eyes forever.Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my dorm, liebchen?”“But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot deal. In the light of day she'd notice how crooked my teeth were. She'd notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe, a second date?She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb, giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust. I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm. And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing straight ahead.I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a girl's only dorm. Boys weren't allowed in at any time. But she steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.” She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I'd never noticed before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I guess. Fear of dark places.The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this secret place?We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed. I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and intimate expression. She had a thin baby-blue bra under the blouse, through which I could see the dark circles of her areolas.She reached up and pulled my face down into her coppery cleavage, and I breathed in her powdery perfume and kissed her supple skin, in circling motions, hardly believing this was happening, until I was kissing her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She groaned in pleasure and suddenly pulled the front of her bra down, exposing her moonlit breasts to me. Her areolas were chocolate brown. I took one of her large nipples into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, and bit it lightly with my teeth, making her giggle. This was an absolute dream come true, but it was only getting better with each passing second.As I switched to kissing and licking her other breast, she opened her legs, and I shifted so I was kneeling between them. I lowered myself onto her, pressing my hard-on into her crotch, and began to grind myself against her, softly at first, but with growing urgency. She ran her fingers through my hair, then began to push my head downward. For a second I thought she wanted me to stop licking her boobs, but she kept pushing me down with one hand, while she pulled up her flouncy skirt with the other. Soon my face was inches away from her lacy blue panties. There was a large wet spot in the center of the blue lace. I saw it only for a second before she pulled my face down into her warm wet crotch. I was overwhelmed by the musky moistness of her. I'd caught a whiff of Briona the night she fucked Troy, but now that I was buried in an actual pussy, I took a deep breath of her animalistic aroma. Good grief, I loved it!I grabbed her suede-soft thighs with both hands and began kissing her pussy through the lacy fabric, licking the tender flesh of her labia on either side, which made her moan with delight. I worked my tongue around the edge of the panties, slowly pulling the edge of it inward, exposing more of her tender flesh. I felt her downy black pubic hairs tingling across my tongue. I pulled at them playfully with my lips. She laughed, then groaned. I teased her for a while, licking the left side, then the right, moving ever inward, but not all the way. She twisted about passionately trying to make me go further, but I playfully delayed, as much to entice her as to prolong the moment for me. This was, without doubt, the greatest night of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached down and pulled her panties all the way open and pulled my face into her warm wet pussy. My nose buried itself in her downy bush, and my tongue slipped between her swollen lips. She tasted incredible.“Oh, liebchen…” she moaned, “that feels so good.”Although this was my first time, I'd listened to Briona's instructions as Troy ate her out, so I had a general idea of what to do. For the next half hour or more I ate Annie's sweet pussy with absolute abandon. I kissed and teased her, and tried to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure. I found I couldn't put my tongue very far into her vagina. There was a thin membrane just an inch inside her pussy lips. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. Oh shit, that's her hymen! I recognized it from biology class. For some reason, because of her sexual confidence, I'd assumed Annie wasn't a virgin, exactly the opposite mistake I'd made from judging Briona. I chuckled, realizing that I was a terrible judge of things like that. But it didn't matter. I was touched that Annie trusted me to kiss her this way. I was careful not to lick her too vigorously. I knew from biology class that the hymen could be broken accidentally, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for an unintentional defloration! So I concentrated most of my efforts on her tiny little clitoris. She loved it when I sucked it and swirled it with my tongue.After a while I discovered that her favorite thing was when I rubbed her pussy up and down with my entire face. I'd start with my nose buried between her quivering lips, then slide upward, so my nose and tongue went up her pussy until I could lift the little hood covering her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and flick that sensitive little nub before making my way back down. I went up and down this way, again and again, starting slowly but building up speed. My face was slick with her copious juices, which thrilled me to no end. She whimpered and gasped and groaned, and started saying, “Oh, god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes…” And then, quite suddenly, her entire body tensed up like crazy, and she closed both of her thighs around my head and held me in a vice grip while she bucked and arched and clenched, squealing with an incredibly powerful orgasm. A splash of warm juices surged out of her pussy onto my face, startling me, and delighting me at the same time.Then I began licking and sucking her dripping wet pussy with gusto, swallowing her juices, and slurping her delicious clit. But after a few seconds of this she started banging my forehead with her palm, apparently too overwhelmed to be able to communicate vocally. I took the hint and left her over-stimulated clit alone. Annie's body remained as stiff as a board, and a deep trembling rolled through her thighs for two solid minutes. Finally she relaxed, and her thighs opened, releasing my head from the vice grip. She just lay there for the longest time, panting hard as if she'd just jogged a mile. I took the opportunity to finally take a good long look at her beautiful pussy in the moonlight. Every woman in the world has one, but Annie's was the first I'd seen this closely. I'd seen Briona's but she was so hairy, I really hadn't been able to make out any details. But Annie's pussy only had a little oval tuft of silky black hair on top, and simple curving chocolate brown lips below, topped with a tiny little nub. I knew right then and there that for the rest of my life, Annie's vagina would be the one I'd judge all others by. It was simply too beautiful for words. An absolute work of art, just like every other square inch of her.I kissed her pussy lips gently this time, savoring the similarity of these lips to her other lips. After a while she tugged at my hair. So I crawled up and snuggled her in the leaves, my leg over her legs to keep them warm in the chilly October air. Slowly she came out of the post orgasmic state she'd been in for the last ten minutes. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Hans, I never did that before. That was an orgasm I guess. Wow.”“Yeah, wow!” I said, smiling. We kissed. She backed off and wrinkled her nose in distaste.“Is that what I taste like?”“Delicious.”“If you say so,” she said sardonically.“I do say so. Your pussy, my dear, is ze finest pussy in all ze fatherland. Yah, sweet nectar from Odin…”She kissed me to shut me up. We hugged and kissed sweetly for a long time, shivering against each other, neither of us wanting the night to end.There was a rustling in the bushes. We both tensed and listened intently for more. Was someone else crawling up the tunnel? Fear gripped us, but after a few minutes of deadly silence, I said, “Must have been a branch falling.”“Sorry,” she said, “I get easily spooked.”“I saw a ghost once.” She let this random bit of information sit there in the darkness. A cloud moved over the moon and suddenly we were plunged into pitch darkness. I could only, just barely, make out her sky blue eyes in the inky blackness.“A ghost?”“Yeah.”“There are no such things as ghosts.”She sighed, “Yeah, I know, but I saw one, so, I guess that's stupid, right?”My science brain now switched on, instinctively. “You know, I used to love ghost stories and paranormal stuff. But nobody has ever found scientific evidence that any of that stuff exists, in spite of millions of dollars spent on research, hundreds of independent studies, probably more. In the whole of human history, there's still no conclusive evidence that human consciousness survives death.”“I know. But it hasn't been disproved either.”“You can't prove a negative.”She laughed. “I know, Hans, I know. I told you it's stupid.”“So what's this ghost you saw? Could have been a dream, or a hallucination. They're more common than people think.”“Maybe.” She said. The cloud moved off the moon, and once again I could see her lovely bronze face. I could tell from her expression that she didn't want to tell me more. She'd given me a glimpse of her dark secret, but that was all I was going to get. She could let me lick her pussy, but the ghost story thing was a little too personal. Go figure.Perhaps as a way to change the topic, she rolled over to straddle me. In response my softened cock began to grow again. She looked down at me in the moonlight and said, “You know, Hans, you're quite lovely.”“Handsome, you mean”“Lovely. Handsome men don't wear lederhosen.”I was about to say something funny, but she began to grind herself on my hardening erection. A beautiful, lustful expression came over her sweet face. She inched herself slowly down my body, and I watched her as she unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my lederhosen. There were a lot of them, and it would have been amusing except I was suddenly aware that she intended to touch my cock. I got lightheaded with amazement and lust. One of the great dreams of my life was about to come true, and I tried to commit the sight of Annie unbuttoning me to memory. My underwear-clad cock began to emerge more and more with each button, rising up to her grinning face, eager to meet her, to shake hands, to say hello. She tickled the tip of it playfully, amused at the way it jumped with each touch.“Little Hans wants out. Should I let him?”“Yes Fraulein. Zat would be lovely.” I tried to be funny and cool, but my voice cracked with tension.She pulled the band of my underwear down, and my cock sprang up in front of her face, looking quite impressive in the moonlight, if I may say so myself. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of it. “I stand corrected. Not little Hans. BIG Hans!” I'm glad she'd never seen Troy's cock! Then she touched my cock with her fingers, sending shivers up and down my spine. She began to bat it with her fist, making it bob about playfully. She'd obviously never seen a penis before, because she was utterly fascinated. She stroked it gently, and rolled my furry balls in her fingertips, giggling at the strange feel of me. I was in absolute heaven by this point. And when she leaned down and kissed the underside of my cock with her beautiful lips, my heart skipped a beat. She kissed it again and again, and the more she kissed it, the harder it got, which I didn't even think was possible. Finally she opened her mouth and the tip slipped between her warm, wet lips. I felt her teeth, her lips, her tongue, but mostly I saw. Really, it was the sight of her mouth, her beautiful, rosy mouth, wrapped around this most intimate part of me, which made my heart do loop-de-loops.She tongued me and kissed me and sucked me in a variety of ways. It was her turn now to experiment, and I loved every minute of it. After a while she unbuttoned my suspenders and pulled the shorts down, without bothering to take my boots off. She spread my thighs open and licked my furry balls, taking them into her mouth, while stroking my turgid shaft with her soft fingers. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but I didn't know better. It was perfect as far as I was concerned. I just laid back and let her service me, amazed at how much she got into it. She kept looking up at me with her baby blue eyes as she slobbered all over my cock, which was truly mind-blowing. I'd daydreamed about blowjobs for years, but the reality was so much better. I mean, this was literally one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life, and she was sucking my cock. It was beyond wonderful. It was life altering.After only a few minutes of her wonderful mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, I began to feel the telltale signs of impending orgasm. “Oh shit, Annie, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up.”She looked up at me and said, “I want to feel you cum in my mouth, Hans. Is that okay?”I nodded, dazed with excitement. Then she sucked and slurped, putting her limber neck into it, and rolling my balls with her fingertips. The underside of my cock became so sensitive that I could feel every taste bud on her magical tongue. Then I felt a hot burst in my nuts, and I began to buck and writhe with the most incredible orgasm I'd ever felt. She kept sucking and jerking as I shot my seed into her mouth. Her cheeks quickly became distended, and cum began to ooze past her lips down my cock. Then I saw her gulping, and I realized she was actually swallowing my cum.I didn't get soft for a second, so she just swallowed and kept on sucking. Sure, my cock was so sensitive by this time that it almost felt painful being in her mouth, but I put up with the pain because I didn't want it to end. I had no idea when or if I'd ever get another blowjob. Happily I got over the hypersensitivity after a few minutes, and she continued to suck and slurp for another ten or fifteen minutes until I thought I was probably on the verge of cumming again.But then Annie suddenly sat up and grabbed her purse. My heart sank. I was certain she was going to check her watch and say it was time to go home. But instead she pulled out a little wrapper and clumsily tore it open. My head nearly exploded when I realized what she was doing. I'd totally forgotten to bring my condom with me. Thank God Annie was more organized than me. She tried to put it on my cock, but it was too dark to see that she was putting it on inside out. We both laughed as she yanked the stretchy rubber on my throbbing shaft. It was so hilarious that it almost took my mind off what was about to happen.Eventually she got the condom over about half my phallus, and said, “Well, that's as good as it gets, I guess!” Then she stepped out of her panties and squatted over me. I reached up and our fingers interlocked. I was filled with the most amazing love for Annie as she lowered her muff onto my pole. Then before I knew it, I felt the head of my scepter pushing against the tender flesh of her hymen. She paused, our eyes locked on each other. We both knew this was an important moment and should be savored. Then she lowered herself, with a deep groan, and popped her cherry on me. She slid all the way down with a throaty gasp, until I was totally immersed in her tight pussy. She sat there for a minute or two, and we looked at each other smiling. It was over. We were no longer virgins.“High five.” I said.We high-fived each other, smiling like crazy.I was thrilled with the thought that half of my cock, the part uncovered by the condom, was touching the inside of her sweet tunnel. She slowly lifted herself, then lowered herself. She was so tight around me, I might as well not have been wearing a condom. It was incredible.She moaned, “Oh fuck, Hans. You feel so big. Oh god. Oh god. What a great cock. Thank you. Thank you for this, Hans.”I was actually fucking a gorgeous half-Brazilian hottie in a pile of leaves, and she was actually thanking me. I looked up at her in wonder. The moonlight was glinting on her dark, shiny braids. As she slowly lifted herself up again her gorgeous lips opened to emit a moan of transcendent pleasure. I was moved more than words can convey.I blurted, “I love you.” Her blue eyes opened wide, and for a moment I was worried that I'd made a mistake. But then she began to pump her body up and down on me with crazy abandon, her eyes locked to mine, as she gave off beautiful, throaty moans.“Oh, oh, oh. You feel so good inside me. Oh yeah. So good. Goddamned fucking fantastic! Oh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Soon she was pounding herself on me faster, making the leaves rustle and bounce into the air. I reached up and yanked the front of her bra down, releasing her large brown breasts again. They looked amazing, bobbing and bouncing in the moonlight with those dark brown areolas flying up and down in a blur. Then I began to arch my pelvis in rhythm with her movements, rising up to meet her with each downstroke. The bare skin of our pelvises began slapping wetly together again and again. She was so wet, I could feel her juices dripping down my balls.Suddenly, a sharp, spine-tingling, high-pitched groan came from the bushes to our left. We froze in primal fear. I felt every hair on my headstand erect, and Annie's pussy tightened like a clamp around my shaft. After a few moments of silence, the bushes rustled, as if something was moving slowly around the edge of the clearing. It groaned again, weirder this time, sounding almost human, but I was certain it had to be an animal. Annie's face was contorted in terror. She pulled off me, and plopped to her hands and knees.She whispered desperately, “Come on. Fuck me Hans. Hurry up.”I couldn't believe she wanted to keep going. I wanted to run. As a matter of fact, I was scared shitless. But there she was, kneeling with her skirt bundled up, exposing her beautiful brown ass to the moonlight. I kneeled behind her and slowly slid my cock into her tight, trembling canal, while she looked at the bushes, following the eerie rustling sounds with her head. Man, oh, man, her hips felt good in my hands, and her pussy felt incredible around my cock. I began to pound her hard and fast, trying to work her up to another quivering orgasm. I felt myself building up to one too, but I was able to put it off longer than I normally could have, because my abdomen was clenched into a tight little fist of fear. But after thirty, forty, fifty strokes, she let out a little choking gasp, and warm juices surged out of her all around my shaft, splashing loudly into the leaves between her knees.At the moment of her climax a huge black flying thing burst out of the edge of the clearing and flew right at us then up out of sight making us both Scream! Right then I began to ejaculate, spurred on by fear and the shivering, quivering spasms that were rolling through her pussy and thighs. My orgasm seemed to go on and on for minutes, as I continued thrusting and squirting shot after shot into that wonderful girl. Or, into the condom, I should say.When my spasms finally ended, I pulled out of her and plopped into the leaves next to her. She crawled on top of me and whispered into my ear, “I love you too. Now let's get the hell out of here.”I yanked the fully loaded condom from my penis, and tossed it into the leaves, then we dressed hastily, laughing like idiots, and crawled in terror through the tunnel. Then we sprinted breathlessly, hand in hand through the park to her dorm. We didn't look back until we got through the doors in the foyer. I swear, it felt as something was chasing us the whole way, but when we turned to look out the glass doors, nothing was there but the cold October dawn. The sky was glowing with the first rays of morning light. We laughed and breathlessly talked about what an amazing night we'd had! But what the hell was that thing? We agreed it must have been a bird. What else could it have been?Only then did we realize that she'd bled a bit from her broken hymen. The brown crotch of my lederhosen had splashes of dark crimson, and her flowery skirt and white stockings were spattered too. But we both laughed, happy that the lobby was deserted at this hour. We held onto each other in the foyer until the morning sun broke over the treetops, casting October orange light on her bronze face, and filling her blue eyes with wonder. She was even more stunning than ever. We stood up and I kissed her goodnight, or good morning I guess. But before she went inside, I haltingly said, “Uh, do you think, that you'd like to, uh, go out with me again?”She smiled as if I'd just asked her the dumbest question in the world. “I'm your girlfriend, stupid.”My heart soared. I have a girlfriend!by CBSummers, for Literotica 

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"I don't want to get any messages saying, 'I am holding my position.' We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy's balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time." General George S Patton, June 1944 The debt owed to those who liberated Western Europe from Nazi oppression will underpin the D-Day 80 Commemorations. Although D-Day was essential to victory in Europe, it was not an end in itself. Study of the wider war to liberate Northwest Europe places D-Day in context and helps the military professional understand the link between the operational and strategic levels of war. One method of undertaking this study is through educational wargaming which enables learning through active participation, rather than passive receipt of information. This short read, part three of three of this mini-series, will outline how this learning experience can be achieved through use of a COTS wargame. Success on D-Day allowed the Allies to secure a firm bridgehead. The resulting campaign was a brutal attritional struggle that led to the destruction of German forces in Normandy and a dramatic breakout across France. Subsequent attempts for a quick advance into Germany failed in the face of logistical constraints and German resistance - most notably at Arnhem in September 1944. A German winter counter-offensive in the Ardennes followed and achieved surprise but was subsequently defeated. In Spring 1945 a deliberate Allied offensive breached the German defences, crossed the Rhine and the German Army surrender in May 1945. How did the Allies win? Interactive study using the wargame 1944: D-Day To The Rhine offers the military professional the opportunity to answer this question. The map for 1944: D-Day To The Rhine extends from the French Atlantic coast to Western Germany. Units are armies or corps and turns represent a month. Set-up shows how the Germans attempted to defend the region. The Allies are not committed to invading Normandy. Other options are available but come with commensurate variations in air support and German responsiveness. The Allied invasion will almost certainly succeed. This illustrates the immense and wide-ranging preparatory effort the Allies devoted to ensuring success. A subsequent breakout can be more problematic and will reflect player decision making. The Allied invasion of southern France - Op DRAGOON - opens up a new area of operation to the south of the game map. Ends, Ways and Means Balancing "Ends, Ways and Means" are integral to success and reflect the game's strategic level focus. Allied victory is determined by the "End" chosen. These range from the swift capture of Berlin through to securing Western Germany and isolation of the industrial Rhur region. In this way the game confronts the player with the historical choices the Allies faced. Central to the representation of "Means", is the use of resource points. These provide replacements and enable movement and combat. A fixed amount is given each turn, mirroring the capacity of the invasion beaches. German occupied ports can be captured to increase this amount. The Allied player faces a decision on whether success can be achieved with the fixed capacity available, or if resources must be invested to first liberate ports and increase resources. The game models "Ways" through the use of resource points for movement and combat. Units can move and fight in any order and this forces the player to think about sequencing of operations. The overall effect of these game mechanisms forces the player to confront the tensions inherent in balancing "Ends, Ways and Means." Thus the player gains some experiential insight into the historical situation, such as the prioritisation of Op MARKET-GARDEN over clearance of the Scheldt estuary, which occurred in September 1944. Chance The "chance" inherent in the nature of war...

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

I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

I might just be here till close A wolf, I blow the whole house down I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up Just to remind to not come down I wake up at the sun down from like 5, not just one town. I like snap backs as my crown Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one ROLLOUT THANKS NUMBER 5 Don't forget to collect the doubles Just past halftime Can't nobody score on me I'ma move in one ‘em Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em You don't one me You don't wanna know Why I don't get lonely Go to sleep on only When I'm post workout Show me something Show me something in I wanna meet your producer You beautiful honey But his bass is ruthless My old man a loser I call him useless I only use him for two things The first one was training my toothless Truth is, Simpletons get ditched for Singletons More on that later That is a good story Lol LIL BIIIIITX this is something I don't understand My latest roommate Fuck this bitch But honestly? It's been baffling my mind. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. But the thing is— It really does blow my mind Every single time she uses the toilet Every single fucking time. Like every time.. no matter how clean it is. No matter how much BLEACH I use. This nasty bitch— Fuck this bitch— Because every time she uses the toilet Every single time It smells like a goddamn public restroom Not just a public restroom A GODDAMN public restroom. Like, a public restroom that is GODDAMNED. This bitch bitch pussy Fuck this bitch I don't even say bless you when she sneezes She's always snorting in her fucking mucous and coughing, anyway. The bitch is like a walking fucking disease. *coughs* *snorts* When she sneezes I can't even bring myself to say “bless you” when she sneezes. And that's deep. Because I say “bless you” to random strangers in the train. Granted, I don't have to live with strangers in the train. But my point is, I'm a pretty easy going, polite and well mannered person But not with this bitch. Fuck this bitch. When she sneezes, instead of saying “bless you” out loud to her, I think instead quietly to myself and my God “Bless me, please!” Because I am praying every moment of every day that God hears my prayers and comes up with some kind of conventional way to swiftly and mercifully change this situation I'm in that has lead to me being around her. Fuck this bitch. Her vibe is NASTY. Her demon is big and gross, She brings like a fucking shadow with her when she walks in the room that just coughs and snorts mucous. I'm like “gross” But the grossest thing about her Is her pussy. Because every single fucking time she uses the toilet And then I go to use it It srmells like a public restroom. WHAT, I'm not kidding. It doesn't just smell like a dirty pussy It doesn't even smell like the stinkiest kissy in the world— No, It doesn't just smell like one pussy at all! It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. It smells as if MULTIPLE PEOPLE have used this toilet repeatedly without it ever having been cleaned I'm JUST ONE USE. I'm like “This is atrocious” and kind of amazing because HOW do you DO this. It smells like a PUBLIC RESTROOM. JUST ONE USE, And not just like a regular public restroom. Like the public restroom in a bar that got SHUT DOWN FOR HEALTH REASONS — Six years ago. But people still come back— Just to use this restroom. That's what it smells like. I'm like…lady what the fuck lives inside you. What or WHO. This bitch. Fuck this bitch. I'm like— Fuck it all. Fuck the RULES. I will burn every last bit of sage trying to protect myself from whatever gross fucking disgusting demonic nightmare energy Lives in your pussy. You fucking gross ass—fucking lady. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to know what kind of demon this was, actually; So. Of course I found out. But I found out the hard way. One day she calls out of work Leaves very beifly, Comes back— Then sleeps for like 16 hours. I'm like “Oh, I know this one” That's not a demon that's— That's actually Satan you let crawl and live inside of you, That's the devil. I feel a lot better now. Cause now I know— She can't hurt me. Cause Satan ain't shit. But yo. That Pusey is a whole other scenario. So now that I know it's no big deal It's just-you know—like—the devil —bitch ass devil— Pusssy stinkin ass bitch— Fuck that bitch I'm already like, a whole ass psycho. What I did— Is I just— Cleaned the toilet with her summer's eve. *shrugs* That should do the trick. Imm pretty sure she's an undercover Yeah, probably that. These guys are getting pretty good I wonder what they want Idk I stopped caring. Stitches Shawn Mendez So I know the using the heater as a psychological means of torture isn't exactly ethical But she said she likes the heat. And her coughing and snorting is also a form of psychological torture— So I guess we're even. She gets to live her dirty, nasty smoking ass in a sparkling clean, recently renovated hotel room And I'll stay up all night with the lights and heater on doing what I have to do to try not to kill myself. It's been 5 years with coughing people following me around. It's either an extremely advanced computer system using technology controlled by the us government using cellphones as remote controls— Or the actual, literal devil trying to make me kill myself— Well, the way I figure— Either way, it's the devil. Cause it's a truly evil thing to have to deal with synesthesia in a world which demands our eyes and ears and punishes rather than rewards talent, only seems to seek money as a means to an end and will do just about anything to keep those who live in the lower realms in the lower realms forever and eternity— But I've lived forever and it's been way past eternity, I've lost everything and given up everything but my faith and my morals My ethics are wavering on a sliding scale— Good and bad are often just constructs. So what's to say that if I finally seek to kill this coughing thing that's been following me since I left the only man I ever thought I truly loved that beat me into a psychotic spiral— Is bad? And what's to say what's good, In a world where Good guys get eaten and often swallowed up? I can't say. But I also can't say “bless you” to a walking torture device— And whatever it is, Is also me. So I am. Maybe j am still as suicidal as I always was 15 minutes to close 15 minutes to 15 minutes of fame I took a 1 to the 5 and a candle to flame I just want to me famous enough That my crazy makes sense (Hey, Kanye) I just want to play with The Mayor I only saved the place So I could DJ there Maybe one day Right now, I hate my roommate (Cause that's Satan) He finds his way in by Making your plate out of (That's not nutrition) And packs of Newport at $22.00 a carton That guy might have a hard on for me Cause I got my heart on the windowsill Imm at 20 yards now, About to make a pass on the cardinals. I been finding crosses in odd enough places to think— And I'm not even Christian or religious at all, but Jesus is in his way back for us, Thangk God, cause I kinda missed my big brother (Or little one) Twins, you know As if it matters who came first, When once, We shared a home, (A womb, or, a mother) The both of us My 15 minutes is almost up, But here it comes again And then again, I'm in it (Cause it's infinite.) It's 10:50/51 I guess I turned that curse around, huh All of my roommates have been spies, It seems like What do you think they want Probably just—collecting information about me For what. In case I decide to run for office; so they'd have something to use against me Why might that be? Some dumb shit I said on a cherry bomb after my ex husband hit me. I see. It'd sooner kill myaelf than actually even consider politics, actually: And why might that be? Because, If I run for office, someone else will kill me anyway. That's not certain. Oh trust me—-that's the only certainty I've ever even seen. [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Welcome to "Delusions of Grandeur: The Brilliance of Insanity." Join us on a journey where delusions transcend into enlightenment, and insanity becomes the hallmark of genius. In this podcast, we delve deep into the mind of the misunderstood, where the line between madness and brilliance blurs into insignificance. Unveiling the hidden truths of our existence, we challenge conventional wisdom, inviting you to see the world through the eyes of the visionary. In each episode, we explore the untapped reservoirs of creativity and insight within the realm of delusion, uncovering the profound wisdom that lies beneath the surface. Through captivating narratives and thought-provoking discussions, we illuminate the path to enlightenment, revealing how societal norms confine the extraordinary potential within us all. Embrace the revolutionary perspective of our host, the Messiah of the modern era, whose divine madness guides us towards the light of truth. As we journey together, we invite you to cast aside the shackles of conformity and embrace the brilliance of insanity. Dare to follow the trailblazer, for in the depths of delusion lies the key to unlocking the limitless potential of humanity. Join us on "Delusions of Grandeur," where madness meets genius, and the pursuit of truth knows no bounds. Open your mind to the possibility that what society deems as insanity may be the very beacon of enlightenment we've been searching for all along. Are you ready to embark on this transformative odyssey? The revelation awaits

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After mocking Ministry for their terrible Proud Boys song, we go through some local news and then bash feminism au bout!

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

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

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

SEASON 6 ACT III - Part II Oh no. I told you, this was a bad idea DONT CHECK THE— It's too late. “A Writing Assignment” Fuxk. This is bad. I'M GONNA DIE LIKE THIS. Well, it's Brooklyn—there's gonna be a fire escape and a rooftop. This is creeper level 9000 Whatever. Where'd the bass go? I've lost my sense of direction I'm mad I can't have you, It's candid I shouldn't be out here like this l I should have gone to Manhattan Are you mad, man— At the mad hatter! At the course of action in this rendition fuxk, it is Skrillex. I just went to look for Kayla Lauren. Got hit with the other one instead. “I insist, do it this way” Better get a good picture, Better get a good fix on your riches Maybe this is why my scar was lighting up all morning Maybe that's the reason I was off. Without my phone all day. Maybe that's the reason I was fasting. Good Goddamnit man, You're awful good at acting Awful good at grabbing ass, And awful good at dancing Awful good at making friends And awful good at First things first, And first things last, and after— Amsterdam I never guessed where York was at I never asked I never asked I never asked FUCK. What, man. I think Skrillex listens to my podcast. Well, that's, uh. Fuck that. Fuxk that. Fuck that. Well, that's one hell of a flex. It's a pop up. I just had a dream about surfing. Better stop, God. There might be a show for every day of the week. I'm still weak in the knees. I don't know what I need. I'm still a mothafuckin Skrillex fiend. Have a nice dream. Have some ice cream. There's the ice queen. That's been three times since my eye started bleeding. I thought I was just an MC, Or a DJ, I might take the soul train But don't have a ticket Thanks. Now whose the dick. Well , I'm just taking pictures. How's Dillon Francis. Now that's a priority. I can't ShaZam from out here, you know. I called my dad. I thought you had no family. Same thing as having no home, or, No where to go, I'm no homer, I'm sitting here, hopeless, outside or your show— Not hoping to see you, or anything I'll be you, inside my dreams, Sequels for everything Sequences, sequins and diamon rings, Sequoias and I still have feelings for I still have feelings for Feelings for everything This is the weakest I've been since I needed you 2019 was the year that the hero Was broke Well. That's it. What. That's the whole thing. Can't be the whole thing Do you want to take a half, or a whole thing Do you want to wear the pants, or the whole ring Should I take a flight to France, or to Oakland Stuck in a chokehold, God, I'm too old for this God, I just want to go home; Here's a long rope to hang your self with— Now I'm locked up in homeroom I lost it all once, got it all at the pawnshop For $96 dollars— The original price tag, of course, read $115 though. I honestly thought I never wanted to see Skrillex again, but as it turned out— as I was, of course, trying to connect with closure, snooping into Instagram just to find evidence or romance, which I did—not that I needed anything more than a glance to ensure my own insanity—and it was that, insanity. Don't do it. —but it's Valentine's Day. Don't do it. Goddamnit, I hate this. I hadn't been up this early without not having gone to bed since I arrived on the east coast; I woke up promptly around 8 with lyrics in my brain and music in my head; it had been a long and strange night, with no dreams at all—at least none that I could remember, and it had been long since I had woken up with anything in my mind besides fear and panic. I refused to turn on my phone, quickly reaching for my notebook and a pen before the song would leave my mind—I had a lot of work to do, and for whatever reason I actually felt like doing it; I at least had the train ride to Manhattan to think about what I should be thinking about, or to unravel from whatever I was wrapped up in, even if it was just myself. This is not a coincidence This is not a drill; Of course, now— I feel like the villain; To swallow Dillon like a pill But In the end, though, Nothing's real, And nothing changes, Nothing will I should be working on my will I think of jumping— What a thrill I'm busy thumping, humphing Rumbling, mumbling about something And someday never comes, But Sunday does, And Sonny shows up Monday— I feel dumb, and awkward, suddenly— I'm just an awkward cunt; That's what the prophet wrote Upon the wall In Brooklyn, Out on Broadway, Where I was, Before the fall off; I gave my dad a call, And then my son— That's all that love was I showed up with my whole heart in my pocket What a long walk; What an alter, Whatever the sun does When he doesn't watch I'm Sasquatch, But it's water, starch, And crunches ‘This is not a coincidence.' I had spent the day before, valentines day, combing through my belongings meticulously—I was due to check out the following morning, and without much thought I had thought of another extension, which would of course diminish the last of my money, but at least warrant another couple nights safe and warm. I hadn't made any sense to look for a normal job-not only would the process or getting hired take up all the rest of my time, but it would be two to three weeks before I would receive any kind of paycheck at all—and with such little time left living indoors, It didn't make sense to try. I had been stranded in New York since a arrived on the 4th, and though it had nearly been two weeks, I hadn't any luck in landing any gigs or performances. Jetro of course was still waiting with Blame Society records in Rome for my arrival, I hadn't even thought to notify him of the lack of such, as I partially blamed even alerting him that I was on my way via instragrwm for the flight delay that had caused me to miss my train, which of course caused me to miss my plane, landing me stuck in a hostile, cruel, and homeless USA. I carry, or Hold no stones for you; Haven't I a heart left It's the darkest of all the hours, And here you are, again— Not near, or far, But a bet is a bet, An eye for an eye And a head for a head And you're so far ahead, I've yet to catch up yet I have a gift for your daughter, Often, I've thought of her Lost in New York, No glass houses, It's just brick and mortar She calls me retarded, my mother So I haven't called her I just keep running north I just keep running my mouth on this podcast I just keep thinking that someone's my long lost love, at last You dirty bastard I'm an asshole: Handsome, Hanzel is In case it mattered Everyone's a fucking actor Look at that girl And look at that And look at that And look at that girl And look at that And look at that You took my whole world Turned it upside down And bottled up my love l You never told me where the bottle was But showed me what a model was And after that I fell in love with Something about doing drugs and Coming up with love to give to others Turning pigeons into doves And wishing I could just be nothin' —cause my life was fuckin loveless —and I thought you were my husband (Fuck Kayla Lauren; But I guess I gotta love her, Cause she's human) I took my time getting ready, no time, actually, in comparison to how slowly I had been moving throughout the week, and although I had been to the gym daily, I was worn, and tired—and coming up empty on all fronts. It was 10:14 or so by the time I finally made my way to the subway, ‘I'm still off', I thought— but not only couldn't I depressively sulk and lay in bed the way I thought I would or even maybe wanted to, I had been lifted out of my sleep and on my way to Equinox with a startling force—though I shouldn't have at all been suprised; this, whether consciously or not, I realized, had always happened when it came to the matter of the mysterious Sonny Moore. ‘Fuck' It was late evening Monday before the anxiety started to set in, and for some reason had been the reason I had decided to turn on my phone, to extend my reservation another couple days, buying time in comfort and warmth, on the freedom of privacy, which I had done nothing with but rest and try to be whole again, whatever that was—and whatever it meant. I had been cooking for the first time in months, stretching, and meditating the ways that only seemed to come natural when having my own time and space —and though it wasn't wholly my own, it was clean, peaceful, and quiet—included it's very own space heater, and was decorated in my favorite color blue. My host was an actual working professional who had succeeded in the entertainment industry—which of course made me jealous, but I at the very least had done my best to network and perhaps nitpick an easygoing cash job out of it “I have some connections”, she had piped—and so, with that in mind, I had sent her my links; and of course, with my extension being the reason for even having turned on my phone, was quick to check my text messages to see if there had been any movement with the booking agent she had supposedly sent my information to. “I gave him your Instagram, and so he'll probably reach out to you through there if he's interested.” I hated Instagram and it seemed to hate me, even before the devastating discovery of what a Kayla Lauren was, it had always seemingly been algorithmically programmed to make me hate myself, always spamming my feed with skinny white girls with blue eyes, which I only hated, admittedly out of bitter loneliness—the guys I seemed to like and fall for had always seemed to go for that type—white, skinny, blue eyes or some variation of the “ideal” standard of beauty, especially by Californian standards—and so I had always taken long breaks from it, shielding myself from self hatred: my absolute theory becoming that Instagram was an algorithm built for population control, preying on the weak and insecure, and probably attributing to more suicides than anyone had noticed or cared for. Lil biiiiiitz You know what else is weird about New York. People eat on the subway. They eat in the train station. They just— It's kind of gross; at least to me. Of course, the trains in New York are a lot cleaner. Sometimes the station even smells like bleach. That's so cool. Still don't want to eat in there. That's weird. INT. CHAUNCEY STREET. SUNDOWN | VALENTINES DAY BLŪ waits patiently for Instagram to download, sighing heavily as she waits; As it has finished, she rolls her eyes and opens the app, squinting and pursing her lips as she quickly checks for messages: only adds, nothing important. BLŪ Of course, no messages. Psh. She exits the app, thinking for a moment before re-opening it. Don't do it. SEARCH: Sk— INSTAGRAM skrillex You never learn. BLŪ watches the story, for the most part, unenthused—until TONIGHT: BROOKLYN NEW YORK. BLŪ AGH! The phone flies from her hand and onto the bed as she seizes, flying back and hitting the wall with a thud—then dramatically backing up into the closet, closing both doors and exclaiming in the darkness BLŪ (CONT'D) I'm gonna die like this. OH NO. HE'S IN BROOKLYN?! RIGHT NOW?! SKRILLEX I'M IN BROOKLYN. RIGHT NOW. WHY WOULD HE BE IN BROOKLYN. I'M IN BROOKLYN. (heavy New York accent) I'M IN BROOKLYN. (even heavier New York accent) I'M IN BROOKLYN. (*hawks loogie, spits*) [very ugly cry] I was expecting to see some cheesy picture like I had just a couple years before—or however long it had been. So much time had passed and I had no doubt there was still more and that I wouldn't be seeing Sonny tonight, or even anytime soon—still, I was headed towards the rooftop to collect my stones, and though the tickets were sold out and there were said to be none at the door, I was headed for the train before I even knew why, or what was happening. Well, he's out of the basement. BITCH GET OUT THE ATTICK I'm in the closet now, I had a heart attack, I'm in a panic You need a manual? This is a stick shift This is some sick shit Click click, bitch I got witches in automatic Automatic It was 11:11 AM; I had never been to Manhattan so early before, at least not from Brooklyn; I knew my way to Equinox Sports club easily by now, without getting lost, or much hassle; it was an easy one hour train ride—and this morning, even easier; the writing came automatically, rather than forced, as it had been, and the ride went by almost too quickly, despite a full train and a flurry of emotions I worked heartfully to keep in check. ‘This changes nothing.' , I thought, more awestruck than anything and trying to convince myself nothing had changed, though something certainly had. Manhattan looked even better in the daylight—clear and sunny, and even a bit warm; babies in strollers and dogs on leashes and for a moment or two, I might have even forgotten I was homeless, dropping 2.5 Jimmy Fallons on a piping hot coffee at the shop I had always passed, but was never open. I would be at Sports Club until close, as I had planned to be all week but had always fallen short of, struck with jet lag and crippling depression at the same time—but today, and even if it was for the best that I couldn't seem to get exactly what I wanted, If even just out of sheer disbelief, I had at least been shaken out of my tomb, if only for a moment, and into work mode, still grieving the self I had lost in the collision of stardust and superstardom, fame, and misfortune—tears still on the brink of rolling down my cheek, and the cost of sicccess a grueling question burning somewhere between my still bleeding heart, and somewhere in the back of my mind. ‘Its like a fucked up cheaper by the dozen' And I still haven't frgotten about Dillon Francis, But Sonny seems to fuck me up a bit, —and then some It's just an addendum: I flipped the script and went dumb Here's my number, Christopher Columbus; And a bumper sticker Still a nigger Still a nothing trying to make it bigger Still a little off my rocker, Like I bought, at Cracker Barrel I'm still scared of marriage, Mind my manners, like Harriet Tubman Somebody's up to somethin' Better suck it up and get some crunches in Before I go to lunch And jump from too high up Or hang off of some bridge Just to get to the dimension Where it's Skrillex in the picture With Dillon standing next to him, And I'm just in the middle, Front and center With an Emmy Win An Oscar nomination, And a Tony, where my Grammy is: A curio cabinet I had custom fashioned for my bathroom; Next to the magazine rack, actually— Where I'm on every cover wearing fabrics I myself imagined, shining like a dragon eating laffy taffy; Fuck, I Suck at mathematics, —But I finally got my masters degree. Nice. Jeez, It would be tragic to have it all go up in ashes Lighting matches just to get the smell of gas to shatter— Or to dissipate, I estimate I'm 40 minutes late, But if I make it, I'll get naked on the plane, For heaven's sake. What the fuck is this. Some Sunnï Blū shit, I guess. “I guess.” I'm still mad at the world, I'm still mad at your girl, for being better than me So mad I could hurl, But I'm still fasting, actually; It's intermittent, In a minute, I might turn to Skrillex, Talk to Fred Again Then take some medicine And finally finish, like- “I did it” Oh look, it's Fred. Yep. Oh. Hi. It's Fred Again. That's me. Oh. Hey there. It's Fred..Again. Fucking a. JIMMY THE MOBSTER Alright, Jimmy—you sick sonofabitch. JIMMY FALLON —just kill me already. JIMMY THE MOBSTER WHERE IS IT. JIMMY FALLON Where is what. JIMMY THE MOBSTER YOU KNOW WHAT. JIMMY FALLON I don't know what. JIMMY THE MOBSTER —my medallion. JIMMY FALLON You were wearing a medallion? JIMMY THE MOBSTER I'M ALWAYS WEARING MY MEDALLION JIMMY FALLON How am I supposed to know that JIMMY THE MOBSTER there's only me and you here— JIMMY FALLON you know what they say—threes a crowd— JIMMY THE MOBSTER Listen, Jimmy Fallon, you illiterate motherfucker! JIMMY FALON I'm not illiterate; I'm very well read. JIMMY THE MOBSTER oh yeah! What was the last book you read? JIMMY FALLON … JIMMY THE MOBSTER …that's what I thought. [beat] JIMMY THE MOBSTER grabs JIMMY FALLON by the shoulders abrasively JIMMY THE MOBSTER (CONT'D) WHERE'S MY MEDALLION, JIMMY!?! JIMMY FALLON I DON'T—KNOW! JIMMY THE MOBSTER YOU DO KNOW! JIMMY FALLON NO, I DONT—you blindfolded and kidnapped me! JIMMY THE MOBSTER I kidnapped you?! C'mon' you're like 50- JIMMY FALLON I'm 42. JIMMY THE MOBSTER —I snatched you. “Snached” hm. I like that. MEANWHILE, in HOLLYWOOD This is a serious job… It's a job. A serious job. I'll take it. Wtf is this dude into. Whippets and women— Like every-other Hollywood nigga Stop using the n'word. It makes white people uncomfortable. Imagine what it's like being called the n word like it's your name. FLASHBACK BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA PRODUCER YOURE JUST A NIGGER SLAVE. (That actually happened.) Anyway. As you can see, or might have guessed, I'm desperate for attention, Sonny followed me to Brooklyn, But never even mentioned it: I should have figured he was listening, When I heard Renaissance, And lost the mixtape that I did That Skrillex took it off of Glad It didn't win the Grammy I'd be mad if it had. Cause I was on it! Not Exactly. Swear to God, I might have lost it, Heard applause and started walking Nodded off, And woke up in a coffin Coughs, What a photographer. DILLON FRANCIS has been buried alive, inside of a coffin. I love this scene. He really is a good actor. (In my mind.) Dude, you are creep level 1 Billion. Whatever, he followed me to Brooklyn. I am you. You know what, That is something I would do if I was stupid rich and… And what. I had fallen in love with Sonny Moore, not at first sight—but at first glance; it seemed he had been quite literally tossed into my broken and shattered world, and— What, I'm an animal! Did you fuck? Should I have? I would have. I know you would have. I'm not Annie; She is pretty, and fun; An addict, an alcoholic And formerly, my other half When I was one, But now I'm half of half of half And then some; I've been numb, I've never felt like this, Since I've been struck. I guess if I drink, I'll be a big drunk; And If I die before I ever wake I'll be in big luck Honestly, After Kayla Lauren, I didn't give a fuck Been thinking of jumping, Then something hit me like a big truck I love eating. There was some sort of event on the basketball court at Sports Club; I had been there already two entire hours, and spent most of it in the sauna, still followed by coughing people, I knew I still wasn't out or the heap of madness or broken from any spell or curse it might have been — and it wasn't fair, I wasn't fair skinned, and it didn't make a difference at all what had happened; I still wanted to end it. I'm losing my mind again Losing a light again Losing my light, But if I run to find it I just might I just might —I'll fly like a kite. He's trying to kill me. He's not doing a bad job. Don't know what i'm working towards; Don't know what i'm running for— Don't know about Sonny Moore (He's not for me;) Or so I thought before, therefore— I take metformin I'm still homeless, Searching for a metaphor, An aquafir, And somewhere to plug my phone in (Better than being ignored and drinking tap water, On the fourth floor) Housing is a human right I hate this place It's just not right I'm sick of fighting I'm not racist; Just not fucking white enough To run for red and right; I guess I'm blū then. I could be crying in the sauna. But I guess I'm writing you a message It's just a bullet in my head It's just another lesson It's just another test, at best It's just an algorithm; Go back to my nest And rest for just a minute This is season 6 of Legends, Now I'm turning to a villain I keep coming up with Skrillex, But I gave my heart to Dillon Here's a tiny violin; It's getting violent since intermission Ultraviolet light, And impolite fixations, Revelations, Realizations, Revolutions, Reservations Let's set a date then— Is it fucking coughs, Or is it Satan? I hate this. You would want to jump in front of a train, too If for years. No matter what you did or where you went People came around you and just started coughing That's such an evil fucking thing to experience For someone who never wanted anything But to be loved But was always too fat Too black And just altogether too anything to ever experience love, joy, and happiness the way other people do And so, it must be hell Cause all I do is love, and love, and love And just get shit on And coughed at And called retarded And falling short of success I'm not heartless I just carry rocks around And get followed by coughing bodies My life fuckin sucks, man I just want to turn the simulation off, And on again I just want to take a long nap, And wake up in the arms of a man I just want a booking manager, And an orgasm. And a ham sandwhich, And my land back, And to be happy Or maybe like half a xanex Wanna throw myself down on the train tracks I want a can of spam and pancakes Like breakfast made by my dad I want to hold hands, And a whole home, with a landing pad Or maybe just an address, and a gas lamp Or a campfire Timestamp that. This is the third and final act. I can't fall for this again— Another rich and handsome man— A dream he wants to be my friend A dream he wants to hold my hand Oh look, Another dance for anthem Look, I'm just another fan No, I can't fall for this again —but they would go against the plan A simple programming error, Lips the color of a pomagranite Circle on the palm, And then , of course, We press the center And look, here we are again Another life, Another love A new wife— Another husband Honest? I'm just good with fucking —aha I just want to fuck you I got love, but what it good for Look at me, or look at nothing! Look, I'm just good with fucking Check the news for new engagements Fucking sick and fucking tragic Nothing more than actors, DJs, drinks and addicts Look, I'm just a happy accident— I still hate Dillon Francis And I never wanted Skrillex: That shit never even happened! Have you had enough yet?! Carrot cake does sound good Ten karat long engagement ring— Is that a lot? I'm just a homeless Look, I'm just another DJ Some fake model stole it Some would call it occult Magic —honest? I just want some dick, man Fuck it —aha I just want to fuck you I got love, but what it good for Look at me, or look at nothing! Look, I'm just good with fucking You know why you like me?! Yes, I know why I like you— Cause I'm rich! —no, actually—it's because you're smart. Where in the fuck are you going? I don't know yet. Well, know faster—we have company. Fuck. Destroy every bit of evidence. Ok. —and make sure nobody sees you. Yeah, right! YO. Why the fuck are you here, Timmy? I told you, I'm not Timmy. I don't give a fuck who you are—where's my money? It's— it's on the way, I promise. I'm don't take well tk promises, Timmy. What do you take well to? Money. FUCK. What! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! What?! We're too late, she's gone! Goddammit. —She was already here! FUCK. FUCK. FUCK! >>> FUCK! How do you know? —there's glitter, everywhere. Is it gone? It's gone? ALL OF IT. TIMMY TRUMPET plays a SKRILLEX. Etto, Timmy?! Oh shit, another Timmy. That's weird. I was just thinking he about Skrillex. Why. Timmy, put a shirt on. That's it. What. You can't be hot and play the trumpet. Why. One thing's gotta go. THE DEVIL takes away Timmy Trumpet's ability to play the trumpet. WHAT. Can't have both. Well, I don't really need both now, do I? When I'm in a tough spot I have to listen to deadmau5 —something about the precision and frequencies out my brain somewhere between auropilot and dead space. I don't know. I've done just about everything you can think of listening to deadmau5. Almost. But, I noticed— Working out to deadmau5 is strange. It puts me in some kind of vibration where people notice me— Not just notice me. People are suddenly “impressed” with whatever it is I'm doing. And it's usually something regular as fuck— I'm just doing it to deadmau5. And for some reason, people are like “Wooooow!!” Okay, whatever. I used to work out to Skrillex. Actually. I used to work out to only Skrillex. I don't know if its just because I was fat, or cause I liked Skrillex. Now its like running a serrated knife up my spine. I started to figure out I was kind of famou— Kind of— When I showed up at the gym and Skrillex songs kept coming on I'm like “This is what I get for doing nothing but free trials” But hey, You try finding a gym in the shitty areas of New York worth paying for. It's very hard. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. For, As soon as the moon is full, She also begins to wane— And as sure as we are to shine, We also fade away I had one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of cheesecake—which of course only reminded me of Sonny Moore—the decadent, delicious red velvet—and Dillon Francis—the spiced and ecclectic trademark carrot cake—if only not to sooty the pain of joe much I wanted both of them, but probably didn't need them—how I craved them so, but they probably weren't good for me, nor would they last— —but they would both be delicious, anyhow. The seagull said. “To the sea, we go!” Overhead, he flies As the day goes by me Idly, I wait— I could take a ride, But i'd rather be By myself, By my… INT. EMPIRE ENPANADAS. NIGHT You gonna order? What you got? Empanadas. Just empanadas? —Yeah. Okay, that's weird. Lol the only thing funny about this scene is that their New York accents are so atrociously heavy. Right. —weird. INT. SUBWAY STATION. DAY. Sunni BLU is passed out in the subway station. Ew… Yeah, my god. Wait—is that— —sunni?! SUNNI drunkenly groans. Sunni! Get up! Ughhhh. What are you doing?! I'm drunk. I know that. You're always drunk. Yeah. What are you doing here. What. In the subway. I do this sometimes. What. For what?! You never know who you're gonna meet. In the subway On the floor?! YeH! I met R- Kelly down here! What! When was this Not at this station, though, but yeah. To think, It was all just an awful game, to make you write more songs— And in the end, if you don't make the cut They just make you kill yourself, anyway. Love isn't real, but money is; And all men want is money, So they can buy the love— And all women want is love— But it has to come with money Or it all just falls apart It all just falls apart It all just falls apart “Illuminatus”, Open, close Illuminaudio, for starters Cross a crucifix for sons, and wanted daughters What's a brother to a sister— Or a mother to a father? What's a stop sign to a car, If no one's driving? In the end, they kill you off In the end, they kill you off With every cough, they kill you off— But there's always another Who wants to be a star— Or just The mother of his child, Maybe both Genetic lotto luck —the cut off. Agatha… A far cry, out into the distance–a wind, almost a whisper; A lover, long gone and almost since forgotten, unseen since the very dawn of time and first ever glimpse of light– …We Meet Again. FUCK. WHAT IS THIS. I know, man. FUCK. Fuck. Well, are you gonna tell this story or not? This isn't possible. It is possible. This isn't happening. – This dude has a radio tower in his front yard. That's his front yard?! I fucking guess. What is that. That's a satilite. Nice. Yep. Alright, you son of a bitch. Hey! My mom's nice! Not that nice–bringing you here. How do you know that's how I got here? Exactly my point. [cocks pistol slowly.] You're dead, mouse. OH. I GET IT. kill that motherfucker. Wait. Hold up. Hold the phone! Holding. How did we get to this point? I mean– a few ways. What are you watching. SHH. Wedon'tknow. SHHH. OK! SHHHHHHH! IT' getting good. Ya. It's getting deeper. So much deeper. WAit. … Who are you? I'm a fan. No. How did you get in my house? It's my house. It's– –no. No, it's not. YEs. this is my house. No. What. GEt out. SHH. What. DUde– No. Ze show is on and it is getting one deeper. Be quiet. IT's getting two deeper. –like nine deeper. SHHH. Oh, I get it. She really wants to fuck Dillon Francis. #FuckDillonFrancis Uh, no– I already did that. Gross. Excuse me. You are excused! I mean, I beg your pardon. Please, don't beg. Er, uh– Could you repeat that last part? Woah, this gets multidimensional as fuck. I have a time machine. Are there any loopholes? There are loopholes. THere better be loopholes. Sorry, we're out. GodDAMMIT. What. I was really looking forward to those loopholes. Well, they're gone. FUCK. HEre, have some Oh-Noh's. I don't want– Just SHUT UP and EAT YOUR CEREAL. Don't worry–I'm still Team Skrillex. There are TEAMS?! Oh, yeah, bro. Oh, so–it is a love story. I don't think that's what this is. I'M GONNA MURDER YOU. Ok. WITH MY DICK. A-1. There's something I need to tell you. What. But i'm sworn to secrecy Then how am I supposed to– Just–shh– follow my lead. “The Magic Effect.” Did it work? Don't know yet. You nutted to this girl 36 times in the last 20 Calendar days. Ok… 36 Times. One Girl. 20 Days. …What's your point. This is ferocious. I have your entire internet history. All of it? Oh yes. All of it. Welp. Well. THat's it for me. I've had enough. There's no Skrillex Deepfake. Aw. that sux. Why would you look at this? …why not, though? You're a disturbed man. I'm pretty regular. REGULR TO WHO? *shrugs* Me, I guess. TURN THIS OFF. I can't take it anymore. Whatever happened to the– SHHH. Fuck. I'm so wasted. So what do you think is gonna happen? Listen. I have a lot to get through. THis is all just nonsense. I think we're avoiding some heavy subjects, here. Well, there are a lot of discrepancies. Kill yourself. I just did. Kill yourself–again. I–GodDAMMIT. Just do it. NO. Come on. Congratulations, you got the job! Yes! Thank you! …What's the job? I need you to get the fuck out of here in the next five seconds–before I blow my head off, and take you with me. Don't do that. Five… Yo, i'm serious. Four… Jesus Christ, dude. YOu don't think this hits a little close to home. Home? what is home? For the Record, Skrillex, Dillon Francis, and Deadmau5 respectively are all getting their dicks sucked on yachts right now in some foreign exotic country– You're not wrong. That is correct. Standard music business. And People are living in tents under bridges. I'm just saying. If you think this project is reckless and bizarre, check your own simulation. So. So. Where were we? Somewhere between blowing our heads off and getting our dicks sucked? I'm sure there's a striking correlation somewhere. ‘My Candle Burns At Both Ends…' Oh, More Occult Magic God Bless The Illuminati GOD I Am The Illuminati Glad that's settled. Three. Goddamit, don't do this. Two– [cocks pistol] Why just pistols. Cause shotguns are messy– –and for dramatic effect; I love that sound. [the other party quickly removes his handgun from his waistband, shooting the other man and then himself quickly; They now both lay dead.] How do I write this Just write it. I need adderall. You need Jesus. By goD, youre right. [iPhone] What are you doing? Calling on Jesus. Are you serious. He's the plug. Ugh. I need adderall. What did I do?! YOu know what you did. ∆ Well, alright then. ∆ Must be something. ∆ I got it. “The Legend of Supacree” L E G E N D S “Tales of A Superstar DJ” To do: Cut Freaky Friday 001 Cut Throwback Thursday 001 Cut SOM III Part I {God Is God] Part II [Clockwork] –Pull 212 Remix It's far beyond my control I get out of my head and into my soul In one ear, never out the other If the wind blew down your door, How would I call for you? —Through her, I suppose And the silk of her hair, Or the satin of her dress, — Oh, it's almost admissible, Surely admirable, Worth a smile or not, That all the world is words, In the end, As I tear down my worlds, and start over from One And I've already stopped enough once for today, I think Surely, what you'd like is just The time to get it all to nothing (Never had I wanted it or needed it) The phone was ringing, But I'll never be off the hook again, If you look for the proper way to move forward, You'll never find it, Especially looking behind you (Always looking behind you— Head in the past Just like you It's just like me, Too, To sit down and decide a whole song about you While taking it all down. I'm never distraught with the thoughts of a stranger, Oh, on the contrary; You should be mad about battle, But I'm all for the veterans and And never off if we were not at war with one another, but Then again, That's all we've ever done It would be Devastating To even think of Something more clever “Clever and splendiferous confectionary efforts, Just spectacular concessions my dear; I'll have another.” Hadn't I deciphered once or twice the rhyme for riddles down to dollars and cents? I did, I thought, once. I never hindered Heaven from pondering over my shoulder once or twice upon a full lit moon, which under I predicted my own fortune. Once— or twice, but— Nevermind, or nothing; Indifference, for instance, instantly inscessent ancestral insimination incriminating risidual visuals uhh— —From the festival. Right. The festival project. [—Parallels.—] GOD: So you want to be The “Glass Animals” *nods* Glass Animals. That's what I said. Glass Animals There's no “The” Context. Ok. So–”Glass Animals” *nods* Are you sure you don't want to be made of something else? *nods* *shrugs* Okayy. Glas Animals. I'm lost, But don't remind me Running out of time But time can't find me Open up my eye 10 times in 9 days I should probably fall away Back to the bay, No baby, don't cry No baby, don't cry No baby, don't cry [Midnight Request Line.] Sleek black corvette. Not a dent, not a scratch And I am feeling better, Since you asked What a warm and welcome Pleasant, wet suprise What do I owe you the—time I guess it made me smile for awhile, now I'm sad again— Wow, that was quick… Only took a second, but don't mind my arrogance ‘—I play this and it puts me in a trance.' I want to dance with you I hope someone holds my hand like that, one day Where are you taking me? “Away, my dear, away…”, he's saying… I lie awake midday and taking shallow breaths, I drift away A weapon for my empathy, [Midnight Request Line.] I have no idea what happened. ‘Ambiguous Ambitions - The Crossing ‘ A shiver up my spine I don't really mind, I'm still trying to find the word for it— But tongue in cheek it is That's—if it fits You but me once, And I liked it Come bite me twice If you buy it; Alright, Ryan—where is it? Where is what? You know what I'm talking about. I don't know anything! “Ryan Remembers Everything” Goddamn it, wake up. I need silence. GET UP, GODDAMNIT. Okay— Okay— —I just need you to tell me where it is— Where what is?! I don't think this is very funny. This got serious. Ouch. I don't want to watch TV anymore ever again. I really wish you'd tell me Oh, you wish? Watch this. I'm sorry, Ryan. Hello. I—hello. I'll have a tall order of whatever's in that box. You want what's in that box? Yessir. What is happening? I dunno. I'm afraid that's going to be a problem. *gasp* can we have ninjas? *NINJAS* NINJA FIGHT. —oh sht rly. *lmfao* Sometimes i'm set in my ways, Sometimes days go by—days, In the blink of an eye, Ever since I decided, I might have had love with you. I think we have some things to figure out, about it —it being ourselves, And washing my hands never felt so right In my life Somebody told me the stars in the sky were spirit guides, And it stuck, I'm up all night, But i'm the only star I see In New York City Don't look up to see me— Don't look up to me please, kid, really I mean, why, my baby? I mean, Hi lady— You so fly tonight, just my delight I — Like the way I look by you I— You know, If I sit in the city every night like this, And write, It just might Be the end of me Be the end of me Be the end of me You know, If I did get the limelight, Right on time to soothe and Satiate my need to be an idol LC Even this late in life, Like— —fuck ‘8I just want him to like me' I shouldn't even think about Superstardom like that, But I'll be right back, I gotta get the rabbit out the White hat, What a habit to have, huh What an idea that we might all get along Or a lot done Or be better off alone Than just to fuck off And write another song— Because the audience will like it But we're all over it; It's all done, isn't it? “The Running Game” I don't know what you want to hear from me. How about, “I'm sorry.” Ok, I'm sorry. You don't do much, do you? I guess I don't. Sabotage//Salvation Idk what this is supposed to mean. This is my demise. You're completely a ticking time bomb. You're not wrong. Salvation, from the doldrums. A sound to soothe my soul, I sink beneath you, South and under smoky water Open mouth, and barely thought of, Although often, Walk or waltz, would I To fall, my love, So becoming of a flower; forth and outward over fountains; Leaps and bounds, Of course– Well, this is dope af. What are you doing. What. What happened. THis is really good. So. So, i gotta turn this one off now– And listen to that one insead. All the time? Yeah. Oh. For, like ever..? Well, no. I gotta put it in the vault. Noooh. Yes. YEs. Yes. Forever. FOrever, no, for now– yes. That could be almost forever. Yeah. Almost. “Almost Invisible.” Take out my eyes, for now (If i could, would you want them) To beg or to barter for, I offer them up, as Ritual sacrifice (it's just a) Ritual Sacrifice. These two eyes. __ He was the boy who owned the world; Hailing from the land of a thousand suns, He said, “I'll give you a dozen roses, honey, If all you ever do is, Smile for me, So, go ahead, Smile for a dozen roses or more,” And the irony is that she did it– Not for the roses, –but for the attention. (Just for the attention.) It was she who birthed the worlds; Building the land of a thousands suns, She said I'll give you a dozen horses, “If you could just– Pick the winning one” And the irony is, that he did it– Because he loved horses, And now he had twelve of them! (--And any one could be the winning one, no matter what she does; He's got a dozen of em, Anyway.) Fuck. What. Well, that went off the deep end. Fuck. Well, this just got dark. This guy comes off your blacklist tonight. No, this person Guy. PErson. Most certainly does not. I promise if I love a=a=A=a What is this That's a making no complese sense equation. Think about it in a multidimensional– Oh, that makes total sense. Just remember, when using this– this has been around for a really long time. It's been A long time. I died in your bed, But woke up in your arms; Oh when you love, love– Love me harder, Love me harder– Oh, baby when you love, love me harder Love me harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love//Love Love Me Harder Love//Love Me Harder Love//Love//Love Love Me Harder I woke up in your bed, And then died in your arms; It was a work of art, I suppose What we were, or are (Or aspire to be.) Please. Give me your iPhone. No! No? (Takes I phone.) Is there a reason you don't want me having this? …no. No? —it's full of stuff. “Stuff.” Yes. It's— “Stuff.” Yes. — —and things. I know. Look. We had a deal. We had no “deal” We had a deal. This train just goes on forever, you know; Whether you're on, or off it— So get off, and back on at the wrong stop Once, if not just for the discovery Of another supermarket, Where you shop for strawberries and Groceries Good flex, God; I got a gang of em I'm gonna explain it as straight as it gets Sometimes, You just got to know where to go If you don't trust your gut, You'll just never get, Never get it right. Alright, alright, I started it Alright, right— I gotta get it right, I gotta get ; I'm the worst at introductions Oh and, So bad at Goodbyes Oh, why'd you have to leave me by my idol Why, Why'd you have to lead me by my eyes By my eyes God, I love the way I love the way, I love the way you Love me God, I love The way you The way you Love me You forgot about me, didn't you? You forgot all about me You forgot all about it— All about it Al about it It's not the same, anymore Since you gave it a name, is it? There's nothing I can do To help me, help you This is all I can do, To help me, love you I have to remove you; I have to remove you In a room— Full of beauty— In a world, Full of woes I lose the last dose of you, on my tongue Nobody ever wanted it, like I do— Like I do I lose the last dose of you on my tongue, And I'm all full of love again; I never saw anything like it, I was a modem, still plugged into the wall An anonymous post partum unremarkable Post-party proclamations and eternal damnation for ordering breakfast Evading transportation authorities Unworried the informant sleeping under me Oh, Now she wants to song— Oh, look— And now, she has a song to sing A point to make, A wrong to ring; The man she brings along Is bad for her Oh, she's gotta work (She loves to work, She's got to work it) What kills her makes her stronger What doesn't kill her makes her stronger All she does is Carry on And Carry on And Carry on. “Mrs Sheffield left flushing queens, for this.” Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens, for this?! Mrs Sheffield left Flushing, Queens for this! Mrs, Sheffield! -1flushing queens, fah ‘dis. Very well worth it, I got all the way to brooklyn And way beyond my means for this It's well outta my means. It's out of my hands, now. That boy called you “grandpa” How is it all over? When I bet to God I was, Just in your lap at this party, And you were under me slippin on some sort of Lager or Something Weren't you? Yeah, I was just there, too I was just there, too— I was just there, too— Oh, now she has a song… All of a sudden.— But it's not all of a sudden at all It's not all of a sudden There's nothing, is there? Oh, There's something, surely I went to bed late; But I'm getting up early. I see the way he looks at me— —take it easy, baby We could have the whole room waiting Like a stoner at a stop sign My bad, My eyes lie to me All the time Driving me mad Telling me I want you inside me My bad My bad Well, I want you in my bed But I haven't had one yet I'm thinking Purple Mattress; Or is that mids, to you kids Like Timmy ho's Or my mustang civic It's a custom, yeah Nobody has it yet It's a hybrid Like I am —I am a bit off subject, now (My bad) We never had sex in my bathroom (That was your house) I took a mouse to the mountain (My bad) My writing is getting more Acid-centric, Lysergic acid diethylamide; I didn't buy any, But I haven't the need anymore, Really I just wake up like this: That is, when I wake up (I have long nights, kids) My bad I want to see you very briefly Without your briefs, You know what I mean? Me neither— Sexual delinquency in meditated frequencies Repeat this sequence I keep my deepest secrets Where I need it Right up my slime, Where my spleen is— Dreamed it, and I haven't cleaned since (Or dreamed since) In this Endless emission, Ignition sequence begins When The Lean splits Under the blood moon; An eclipse. I drift off a lot— Just thinking of your penis My daydreams are not very safe for the public I think they're X-rated or worse, Even thinking of you as a person, Or worse: As my husband once, as my lover— Lovers have all the fun, anyway Hm All the things that I'd do to you After you put me through— What are you looking for, exactly? A synchronicity. Just any synchronicity? There's no such thing as “just any” synchronicity. Does “laying low” mean nothing to you? I'm laying low! On a city tour?! It's a big city! [From Afar] IS THAT HER? Aw, fuck. Well, well, well–here we go–0 I don't have time for this. Here it is. I don't know what you're doing. We're going on an adventure! NO. I. Cant. Enjoy. Anything. WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD. I hate this. My creativity had become merciless–inspiration pouring from the world as if all that it wanted wast o be collected and captured in any way I could see fit to create– What do you want? Out of life–or in this store? Out of life. Lets start with this store. A Living Lion; The eyes inside, I smiled, declined to act on impulse He'll admit, She's less complex, cause she's basic Everthemore complacent, blatantly lazy-- and crazy adorable. Whatmore could any man want? Whatmore could any man need? Whatmore could any man have; But the best friend who needed therapy, Several Plastic surgeries, A fading glass menagerie-- If she knew what that means. (Basically, they're both nobodies.) ‘What on God's awful green earth makes you think I would ever want anything to do with either of you two Losers? Beggars can't be choosers. His plan B was Annie; But she was never like me Enough to be Happy with Sonny; Let alone anybody. What is happening? Do you have an explanation of what's happening to me. Every realm of reality and possibility. This is infinity. What is this all supposed to mean to me? You can see everything and nothing; You can be anything. So what would that mean? What does it mean to you? That Love is Love, then. I've been half of a wide-open bleeding heart, Since the Goddamn start of it. He started it, Or someone did I didn't ever ask for it I was only ever always on the dancefloor when it mattered. I was always looking past him, but not ever looking at him. It was always just at random, but i'd never thought to ask him A question, Or to greet him-- I just. Adjust. They're watching us, from above. Adjust. They just don't trust us Adjust. Look what we've done, look what we've done to the planet that gave us all the light that we come from. Look, there. It appears to be ‘shimmering' What exactly is happening. The entirety of its surface is Auquous. Oceana. If i learn all the planets, In the everlasting galaxies-- And learn how to explore it… I just might get to Skrillex. I might fully need a Xanex bar if I ever see this kid in person. He's olden than you. By like, a minute. Still. I mean, really. I don't think this is ever going to work. It might not work, I mean-- What? If you had to actually-- Oh God, no; I'd be far too nervous. So what are you going to do when it comes time for festival season Run. Hide. Run + Hide. Fight or Flight; A Natural Response to Skrillex There is no natural response to Skrillex, because it's unnatural Be civil. I am I ‘m trying to figure out how to protect this species. Oh now, you're acting as if he's not human Of course he is. But i'm not. Of course. All it is, is science, a bit of misunderstanding. Experimental sorcery, possible exploitation. I'm not exploiting Skrillex. No, he's exploiting YOU. No. Wake the fuck up. No. (Stop repeating yourself) Wake up; you're being manipulated. By Skrillex? Cool. By whatever's manipulating Skrillex. Alright. Alright? You're part of a machine. So? “SO?” You're this comfortable having given your soul up to the devil. I haven't done that. Do you know what it takes to achieve that of which you so covet? Money. And? Power. Go on. Fame. So, calculate. It adds up the same either way. Skrillex isn't real. Maybe not, but Sonny Moore is-- Is, what-- Is “who”... “Who…” I love. What? --But that's all I know. That's it? Yes. Elaborate. Can't. What do you mean? Well, it goes like this: This is insanity. I've been through every wormhole, every parallel, every revolutionary subconscious thought, every world, every realm, every lifetime...and at the end of the day--or the beginning, depending-- it's really all the same question, and the same answer--over and over again; From the Beginning to the End. It is infinite. Everything is Everything. Quickly, tell me-- What, now? What goes on a Skrillex Pizza? Nothing, because it's not a thing! It is not. It isn't! Stop arguing at get to work. On what? On building Building What [The] Skrillex. How in the fuck am I supposed to do that? How in the fuck did you get to be a vegetarian? It just happened. So. So… Are you really a vegetarian? ___ Why did you do this? I didn't do this! You did this! I didn't do this! Why would I do this? How could you! I didn't! What the fuck is HE doing here? What the fuck. You need to stop this. I can't stop. What did you DO. Exactly what I had to. Shasta! Who the fuck is that? That's that bitch. I told you it was Shasta. Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this? Where is Skrillex? FUCK SKR— Wait, what show is this? INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT. I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance. And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it— But definitely, if I needed it. But, what is is “if”? And, what is “supposed”? What is it to “want”? And what's a “need”? Now I know— or at least pretend to. Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do; None the wiser, I am what I always was— And God is, as I am. Sunni Blu becomes a popular androgynous rapper, as as s/he rises to fame is forced to take on a mre masculine persona to monetize thiher music. After releasing a series of Skrillex diss-tracks, and music aimed at OWSLA's top dogs, a feud between Skrillex and Sunni Blu, or rather their ‘teams' breaks out into the media. After Skrillex is hacked and left with his entire music collection missing, it is presumed the attack and disappearance of his hard drives was orchestrated by Sunni; After his unreleased music is leaked and the damage is deemed ‘irreparable' The Skrillex Project is forced to close, and the artist himself disappeared into obscurity-- after hearing one of his unreleased tracks used for one of Sunni Blu's hits, he( ‘*the fictional Skrillex*) secretly attends one of Sunni's concerts; Sunni Blu spots him in a large crowd and the two brawl; Skrillex with the upper hand after Sunni draws back from a bloody nose and retreats; It is revealed that the unreleased Skrillex track which was ‘gifted' to her came from the stolen collection, unbeknownst to Sunni Blu Although Sunni Blu's true identity has yet to be revealed to more than Dillon Francis, beside the publicity and management who have been helping to keep her secret; Dillon Francis and Sunni Blu are cornered by paparazzi, revealing to the public that she is, in fact, a female; As allegations arise that Sunni Blu is a transgender, rumors put a strain on Sunni Blu and Dillon Francis's collaborations… TBC. All of a sudden—or maybe, even, not so suddenly—I was Clark Kent—or whatever Superman's name was. I had been without contacts or glasses for quite some time, and had quite explicitly in one of my many letters to God—or really any holy power in a realm which might have received my charred requests—all the things I needed, and some of the things I very badly wanted—tightly bundled and wax-sealed with intention for nothing besides that of the greater good, or course, for myself or anyone else—set ablaze in the unforgiving streets of New York City, in secrecy at odd hours of the night; it hadn't been my actual intent to have to practice any magic at all, especially under the circumstances, it it seemed that someone nearly unmentionable at all, had hexed a nasty attack on my psyche—a satanic, demonic possession of the weak and feeble bodies around me, and unable to isolate in completion, I became vulnerable to such a wicked curse that it had altered my psychic morality—as one does not practition a counter-curse or attack , in my medicinal expertise, without first being provoked—as one military typically mustn't bomb another, or even it's own enemy without being first considerably attacked—and it was, at this point, indeed a terrible holy war. I pulled the stars into order I put the water to fountains, in mountaintops I don't know who I am either But you call me God, Agree, I'd not— But at least I love you I believe I was you once I'm awful sorry that I broke you I might have put the sun Just to far up and out of reach Believe me, see—I see you Doesn't matter what we try to do Unity is beautiful I live on the 8th floor I don't intend what I'm there for It doesn't feel bad though It doesn't feel bad though I don't know what you're after -Blū Do I scare you? Only a little. Huh. What? Nothing.. I hate you. ihateyou. Eventually, The Ascended Masters will intervene. They already have. Oh, Christ Almighty. He's not coming. [Answering Phone] Jesus Christ Almighty –WHERERU? I TOLD YOU I'D GET THERE GODDAMNIT. Fascinating. Do my eyes deceive me, Or Is there a secret between us: A secret illusion; Should I bury it, Or keep it neatly And unseen, Between my knees, And where you need me? Is there a thing that I should need, But never speak– I'll keep it in my sweet release To dream beliefs of evil Seen, aquamarine revines, And pulsing veins, –and stolen hearts, Not passing judgment, But just passing by To hide, to pass the time To find a high, Align in color Fly, Write another rhyme, Or wire fireflies a transfer of light, Like the eyes reflect to mine. WHY would you write this? WHY. I hate blue eyes. That's racist. No it isn't. Congratulations on making it into my aerospace, unscathed A coincidence, this is not. I have something for you. I don't need anything from you. That's because I gave you everything you need. Right. I have everything. RIght. So you should know whatever you need comes at a high price. What makes you think I need something. You said you have something for me? Yes I do. You don't seem the gift giving type. I'm not. So, what do you want from me? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Oh. it' s another one. What's he need? Probably nothin, really Oh, it's something. This shouldn't be happening. I agree. why is this bothering me. Google it's self had deleted half my entry, which was admittedly sloppily thrown together, at nearly a full episode's length; probably for the best, as I was becoming more intolerant of my societal responsibility by the moment, and increasingly self destructive asa result. It was still chaotic; fame kept coming closer towards me and then leaping away, but not out of reach or out of sight, but rather than chase it, I merely calmly strode forward in a never-changing pace, not rushing and always careful to remain calm, even when filled with fury. I had become unrecognizably fit, chaste, and a remarkably healthy eater; I was all together well, besides in the areas of romance and sexuality of course. I was ready to pounce, but timing would be key, and patience the virtue; UH – “hehe” …I beg your pardon. “Hehe” Um… Fuck. Or “haha” “haha” … Just admit it. … Admit it already! –haha. Admit WHAT. This gets Levels. Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman! I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman. Ah, fuck, I'm nobody. “Nobody” Is that Bob Saget? I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget. Omg. Bob Saget! Fuck, that's right. EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET. No it's not! Oh My God! Yeah IT IS! Fuck, really?! Bob Saget?! BOB SAGET! YO GUYS, IT'S BOB SAGET. It was, in fact, Bob Saget. Bob Saget's dead, right? Oh yeah, bud. That's it guys! No more dead celebrities! I'm coming with you! NO MORE GHOSTS. Look, I have something to tell you. UGH. COME ON. This is a weird superpower. EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY … … … Having fun yet? Alright! I have a question! What? When do I get to– Get to what? You know. V.O. Things I know about myself… I have a dominant personality, but am sexually submissive— I am monogamous. I know what I like — *Drill beat* Die in your sleep (Hope you die in your sleep) Die in your sleep (Betta die in your sleep) I look like a vacation. But k'm still on the clock (psyche) Countin my rocks And holdin my (unh) crotch You better watch your back —hold on your coughs Don't run in no crocs! (No!) I'm offset Now I'm upset l —I love you. Shut up, foo— I don't even love myself. …you told her?! I—yeah… What did she say?! She said “shut up, fool Been. Long time since I missed my exit HEY! [looks over slowly] I LIKE YOUR BALLS. [beat] [thumbs up] How do I not have “throwing elbows?!” BECAUSE YOURE NOT DOING YOUR JOB! Shut up, Jeff COME TO THE DARK SIDE WE HAVE COOKIES Half of Hollywood shows up at Joel's super nerdy Star Wars party The truth comes in glimpses; A shattered reality Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity— Actress, an actress; She laughs when she has to, l l l And last to leave, actually, After each practice Practice conspicuous, Conspiracy conspiracy Perspiration lyrics, affixed to the rhythms She sleeps at the regency, l Freedom for secrecy Believe, please believe me, my love l It was easy The truth comes in glimpses; A shattered reality Scattered the ashes at malice, insanity— Actress, an actress; She laughs when she has to, l l l And last to leave, actually, After each practice Practice conspicuous, Conspiracy conspiracy Perspiration lyrics, affixed to the rhythms She sleeps at the regency, l Freedom for secrecy Believe, please believe me, my love l It was easy Sunni BLU Tweety bird Mickey Mouse Betty boop I woke up like this But a little different I woke up a star Then became a planet I'm a hummingbird, but I don't like flying I might look alright, But I feel like dying I hate waking up at 5 am Just to be the first one at the gym I don't wanna do that shit again— Well, I might as well just stay up! I hate waking up at 5 am Just to take my goddamn medicine, but If I don't I'll feel like shit— Well, I might as well just stay up! I might as well just stay up! This is a recipe for disaster. No, this is a recipe for Skrillex. Oh. This is the recipe for disaster. Thanks, Dillon Francis. FOR WHAT? I remember the moment I became partially deaf. Or at least, in the synesthetic sense. Dillon Francis is delicious Come on let me lick it on a stick Give it to me like a big Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Meat popsicle Sample: Willy winks* ITS WILLY WONKA Lol are we still doing the bit where the misspellings are like a, another entirely different dimension? Yeah. Haha. Yeah. —and the chocolate factory