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Holy shit, Graham & Jonas got to chat with Baron Corbin—now The Nomad Bishop Dyer! But behind it all, he's Tom Pestock, a legit horror fan who knows his shit. Seriously, he's the real deal, and we love him.Oh, and did we mention he roasts his own coffee? Buy it. Support him. This dude rules.Listen to the episode, and while you're at it, join our Patreon to become a member of the Army of the Goddamned!
"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. Loudy {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 | 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.
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.
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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
Enter The Multiverse Enter Through The Exit Vi ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: THE MOVIE - PART I THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE LEGENDS: ORIGINS Apparently, There's a movie between Season 3, and Season 4. Of which show? All of them. ALL OF THEM? That's a lot. That is a lot. Does she know she's being recorded? She doesn't know she's being recorded. Oh, My God. ANANDAR THE GREAT. who's this now? --that's my sponsor --that's my manager --that's my... Oh. "Oh." ...Oh. Ah! She's a witch! Yo--She's a fairy! WHAT'S THIS MAGIC? ...kk. damn. i'm a dick. she's such a diva. what an asshole. I guess it's a series of important encoded messages, or something. 4 fucking hours?! I'm not listening to this. We're listening to this. I shouldn't post this. Don't post this. Damn. I'm a dick. A fucking narcisist. What an asshole! What a dick. A fucking sociopath. "My body doesn't know what it needs." "My body knows exactly what it needs." Here, take this. You can't just-- [does.] SUPACREE is a dick. She's a dick. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] Whatever. Something out there asked for this. What about your superstardom? What about it? Give me that. Ugh. What is this? *coughs* WHAt THE-- doctor sebi maps.me dissappear. -blu. Fall//Fly (never) capo 1 Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so… Lost in my mind, in time Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I'll never forget to call again Oh I've never been so Out of touch If i could love you a life time And I probably might, I find I'd give you all my light (or none ) We'll find, in time Which one Oh I've never seen such love in my world Oh, I've never seen such love in my world oh, I've never seen such love in my world Oh, i'll never forget to fall again, Oh, I've never seen such love in my world …Oh, I've never been so high in my life Oh, i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to call again— Oh, i've never been so high in my life Oh I''ve never been so high in my life Oh i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to fall… ___ 4427 43 2900 5671 12/3 369 The question wasn't whether I wanted to stay, or go; in fact, I wanted to go, and to stay—but underlying and now, overlying, was the wonder of in what way I would spend my birthday. Did it matter? I wanted it not to, and yet, here I was, caught in the wash, and the album or book, or episode– whatever it was, that was coming about from it was meant to be called “Three Nights In San Cristobal” , but something was pressing me to get out, now that I had the certainty and assertion of what I was; Then It just stops. OH MY GO- RUSKO aka “Christopher Mercer” is standing trial for the involuntary manslaughter of his roommate; He becomes famous in a nearby parallel for being the the first human known to have committed murder by way of sound frequency— FUCK. —little does anyone know… SUPACREE headlines an entire festival during a blackout. Was it bad? yeah. did they throw trash at me? Only a little. aww. SUPACREE is a Superstar DJ. Oh great, yeah. She is possibly the best— THE BEST &, also/al SHH. “Bread's Dead” LIVE KETO SET. What is this. just buy tickets. What is it? i'll buy them. PAUSE. AND THEN WHAT? MILEY CAME IN ON A WRECKINGBALL. You mean, “like” a wrecking ball”? NO. I mean, YES, she was ON a wrecking ball, so– “like' but, WAS. WHAT. BROAH. DID SHE COME OFF? sortof. WAHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON? NONE. hey, look watch. RELEASE THE KRAKEN. YOOOOOOOOOOOOO. got a new guitar; got another gig got a new guitar, got another gig got a new guitar got another gig —got another gig —got another gig Well, now that I'm famous, it makes everybody seem more human. The good ones, the bad ones– Except for women. Women are monsters. I hate them. You are them. I was them. NO, I wasn't. Was I wrong for loving you? (It's too human) I didn't want to do this It's so stupid True, I'll use it, too “i'll use him” “Cool” I'm just a tool, to you, then. Then, there was Justin Roiland, the unsung hero of them all–mostly because he wasn't ‘sung' at all, but mostly spoken–the amount of comfort his voice had always provided was, in the very least, heroic–if I understood the context of Poetic Justice at all, that's probably what it was. But even he, in my mind, being all of consciousness at once, now, more often than not, had collided with the thoughts of fame and wealth, and what exactly it does; I paused hard upon reflecting on the ‘retarded' amounts of laugher that seemed to be unstoppable, as I formed the then-very-loose-plot of my own projects, or rather, the conglomerate of them all, which would eventually become The Festival Project Perhaps, I thought, all that it really was is that I had been watching the final outcome of a ride I was also on, for all of them–however, as much as I wanted, I couldn't seem to forge the great gifts of The Prodigal Sonny, and as it turned out, I wanted either all of it or none. Now that I was properly out of carbohydrates, I could focus on being somewhat hot, at least until someone with an actual body walked by or just happened along; I had somewhere along the way decided that women with perfect bodies were in fact not Gods, or rather Goddesses, but Satan in his truest form– as often and awkwardly from afar, I often watched as men would become useless and lost followers in their company, typically unarmed with more than looks– But, I knew at this point that the men I had so affectionately fawned after had climbed the social and even political ranks so much so that, The Actresses, The Models, The Musicians and otherwise multi talented women of the world– A world to which I may have once belonged, had my mother not destroyed my body– my upbringing clipping me with a 25-year-long inability to produce positive thoughts concerning The Self. Now that I had properly shifted my self-hatred into Skrillex, which didn't exist as a man, but a business, I could unravel the rest of the infinite that was somehow expanding as quickly as it was collapsing. Considering Luis was now seemingly preoccupied with the ugly punk rock girl, and now that I would be properly sealed-off from whatever truck stop… Stop scratching You look awful. It's just because i'm black and I need my hair done. Just cut it off. Fuck that nonsense. Why not? Same reason I put clothes on: It covers up the ugly. God Loves Ugly Oh yeah? Well maybe UGLY just loves GOD cause nobody wants it so there's no one left to talk to BUT him. “Him” ? Or not.. Whatever. It's beyond the human concept that The God Consciousness is *coughs* whatever she wants. Or IT. Check it out. Another fucking demon. ‘The Demon Whisperer' Demons don't whisper, they cough. (Or pretend to cum) Who does that? Pornstars. Models. Whatever these are. –truck stop travelers would pass through rampantly, leaving nothing but the trash of processed junk and coughing obnoxiously, rather than having to hang above it all in a hammock, only ever wishing for Skrillex so that I could fight the mosquitoes off. I just wanted a home, and, though I was only joking about the mangoes, it seemed my faith was at least partially restored, as the room I had decided was the closest thing… Suddenly, the ability to write, at least, as I had been–in this form, was vanishing; Of course, having to scramble to some effect to make sure that I wasn't listening to Dillon Francis– Why, exactly, is that? Why is what? Why is Dillon Francis on The Blacklist? Because. Dillon Francis Made Me Laugh AND DEN?! Dillon Francis Made Me Cry. Oh noooo. Oh I love her. This plot is so racist. So is Hollywood. IN THIS DIMENSION: The Chinese Woman from Freaky Friday, and The Chinese Woman from Dude Where's My Car are actually the same woman–she just has two jobs. HAVE–THREE JOB. Oh, three jobs. That's a lot, Mrs. Wong! (Racist name, by the way) —and, she's gone. No, i”m not. Get me off this planet. LIQUID STRANGER If you want. Enter: The Psychonauts His music had inspired the entire plot of Ascension… I could be gone from it, but not forgotten or lost; at some point it seemed as though everything I had written hadn't even belonged to me… Well, it was almost a thought process, in narrative form. Then what happens? This. This is the festival project. Why'd you get up? I felt I was being watched. Well, you're not. (But I was) hy·per·son·ic /ˌhīpərˈsänik/ Learn to pronounce adjective 1.relating to speeds of more than five times the speed of sound (Mach 5). 2.relating to sound frequencies above about a thousand million hertz. Now that I had nearly drifted off into an experience that was more in my body than out… She's–immune to ACID? In– SUPACREE throws DILLON FRANCIS out the window. Wait, what window. It–doesn't matter. DILLON FRANCIS [falling] YES IT DOES No, it doesn't. ((yes it does)) Oh–it does? [Everyone nods, especially DILLON FRANCIS, who seems to momentarily stop falling as if he's forgotten he ever was.] [Dillon Francis Nods] Well then… [He is suspended in mid air] Really high up. Oh My God. [He hits the ground, hard. Surprisingly, he does not splatter–and luckily, appears to have already been unconscious. In the darkness, upon impact] RUN. Just then, I remembered who Ever was– who never was; The daughter I had thought up and then forgotten under everything i had become; The mumbling, stumbling drunken father I loved, only reminded me of the… And…it's gone. What! We can't add south park! That's too many plots! Well, you're practically Butters. I am– [BUTTERS] Mantequilla! MORE TEQUILA. Sacred Science: Ancient Egyptian “It Doesn't Matter” CC's new friend falls into an infinite loop, where SUPACREE flees for her life from superstardom and fame; He (Inwardly, also supacree—) and his friend “Kiwi” relay a series of messages through several various futuristic intergalactic languages and advanced codes, which CC, operating newly as “Blū” and DJ Ū in her full creative persona, has learned to decode through music programming hypnosis, and has developed a keen expertise in the studies of synaesthetics, and telekinesis. Oh. This is next level. It's multiple levels. Okay, heavy duty. I'll roll one. Oh. [three overly attractive idealistic males enter The Vortex] Jesus Christ, Almighty. Oh. I told you, sit here. This is good. I needed that. — ‘I needed that.' Nothing happens without purpose or reason. What is “purpose” What is “reason” Oh, What's this *Daddy* Alright, I should get on with my day. No, stay seated. That's not fair. NO, watch it— Wait for it; Just wait. He—spoke BIRD. He was huge. Gigantic. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Don't be tall. I wasn't gonna! Oh, no, no, no. Everything was rock hard bodies and chest hair; The matted dreads of the friend beside me added adverse texture to the clean cut and very well-to-do-looking gentlemen who had against my will-to-wish, decidedly planted themselves parallel and just out of my line of sight, by peripheral—just so that to study them I had to sneak to peek at each of them, as within moments of spotting them all at once, as always, I could tell that each of them—with great respect, in their… “PALM/CC* MAAAAAAAAN— We waste time on SOOO much buuulllllshiiiiit Oh, I get it. This is illuminati. You got it. —in their own unique sense and in the proper respective realms—they each had something to give, and to receive, to The Goddess, most recently hidden and writhing in sexless pain– Oh, My God. What's this around his neck. I don't know. Let's see here. Is it obsidian? HE SPEAKS BIRD. GO FOLLOW HIM. I just gushed. Don't be gross. Oh no, don't open your mouth. [The man begins to speak; he is oversexily foreign.] Oh My GOD. This dragon is going to destroy something! She's going to destroy EVERYTHING. That's what she does best! I had arguably never been so horny in my life, and nothing but the damage was being done, to my psyche and my subconscious ability to self destruct when super imposed upon. @terrazadelarquitecto She was wild, and wanted to know all there was to know to become and unleash the sprawling Goddess that had begun to take her Maiden form in the wash that was coming up into the shaken and awoke knowledge that was— they were all so perfect, Sacred Science: The king of pharaonic theocracy R.A.Schwaller De Lubicz There he is. Hey, there, sailor. What the fuck is THIS. How. Why be that large? Has it's benefits. Christ Almighty. Is that the one you want? Is it, then? Realizing I was being programmed to buy another something, I stopped myself from the influence of all that was around me, a playful gesture to indulge, by kindly rejecting the notion, in a push to finally move about my day; I was again becoming The Insomniac, or, whether or not I had known it all along, I always had been—which meant, in the suffering of losing my knack for writing anything and everything at any given time. I am a sitting duck. [Dillon Francis emerges from the water, gasping for every bit of breath.] Don't look at that. Mooh, my God. It's in color. Why is that—? Now What was *then*? Answer this question, No , Answer this Question: Okay. lol. _ here's this: What's this crappy place? Harsh. No, i'm serious. This is horrible. Okay, ouch. I mean it, this is bad. Where is this? Uh- Why are we here? This..is the bottom of my heart. This is gross. dang. Wait. so you're saying Yeah, get this They literally went—“within” Uhuh. To the bottom of his heart, literally— Yes, the inward infinite; The literal material externalization– The literal—yes. And she's like: “Ew” “Ew.” …Ew. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] I love the illuminati. Why would you say something like that? Look at this: What are those. They're not Crocs. Are they diamond encrusted? Indeed they are. Is that gold. Solid Gold, and Platinum; They're not plated. How would you even walk in those. I would not— Because you can't. I could, cause I'm man-strong — I just would not; Because it's ridiculous? Don't use that word around me. It is ridiculous! No, it's a synonym of ridiculous, because ridiculous doesn't exist—Anyway. Someone should put you to sleep. I've Michael Jackson'd Myself three times since I got famous—and you know what I got? It wasn't sleep! That's Off subject. Nothing's ‘on' subject. It's really *not* I love dudes in weird pants. Period. Still on the outside; Dead on the inside Inside out and On my head, Alone, my mind, along— But on my own ride A tribe of gypsies, With me, (or without me) Living out loudly, and badly But I was quite poorly, Or worried, but good on the core Wonder what's it all worth , with no surf and no certainties; copy + paste. ep -En Ūtero [Extended] 6:18 -hopskoch. -takitoo. 6:01 -43. -and then what? -Ū C'ESME'T Why are you walking me to my wild side? PETRUTHEIO Because it's my wild side. [beat] PETRUTHEIO (CONT'D) –What if I gave you all my love? C'ESME'T Why would I want that much love? PETRUTHEIO What if it wasn't that much? C'ESME'T Then why would I want it at all? he likes these games, ain't no heartbreak Raise the stakes No harm, no foul; It's an eye for an eye, and and ear for an ear, here She said “I live a fast life” He said, “I drive a fast car” but it wouldn't go far, no It wouldn't go far at all, now! I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just live out my life, I forget i'm an idol, I decided my mind is a diamond I'm higher than high now, Hey now, The Lord of the Flies Now I might need to file another reliable lie There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just Live it out, loud But I don't want to go, now! How about a round of applause— cause I like the sound of it Got a Dalmatian on the Greyhound What now? I'm finally proud of my Finally proud of my No, I'm just finally proud of me; Figure out how to be found There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. Black background, green Plus sign (insomniac sweater) rarity. (purple) -Ū. mirissa g.pool “fucking mosquitoes.” I told you, you need skrillex. and I told YOU to shut your dirty mouth, you hooker. Hookers get paid. Yeah, by Skrillex. –that's enough. I am the only one at my table; I am the only one on my team I been inside the box for so long, that if you let me out, I might scream I am the only crayon in the whole damn box I'm the only sand on my beach and I don't preach what I practice; But I practice what I preach Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh hey Do you have a problem? Is it with me? Should I pray the Lord your soul to keep? Should I call the reaper? Or the state police? Is it martyrdom or suidice if they write a press release? SKRILLEX You looked like a deer in the headlights. SUPACREE Oh yeah? well, you looked like a bat on a windshield I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you can get that hat off her head. are you serious? 15Gs if you can get it to touch the ground. SUPACREE we're playing a game i made up TIM We're playing a game *I* made up. SUPACREE I am you. TIM Now you've got it. I don't know what just happened— Okay— But this lady just saw down straight into my soul, where a ghost lives. You're a ghost? My soul's haunted!!! That is deep bro. …And he's got music. —So he's almost always gonna be alright And she's got—music; So she's almost-always gonna be alright. You can go ahead. It *is* funny. I don't like it. It's already hilarious. Where are we? Where *is* this? And you will *never* find me. We found you. Eyes on God. Oh My— WHAT. I'm *sorry* mom. Why are you looking at *ME*. ‘Cause I'm SORRY. Don't look at *ME* sorry. Wait. How many people can I be at once? All of them. No. Yes. Watch: [Watching.] …Watching… [Watching—gets knocked out.] Now. Now, you caught me in a bad spot; I'm getting off in dark spaces Come, come along now. Way beside, but along on my own, now. Tie your love down/ Tie your love down; Oh, Now all the way out of the way This is innosense, in a sense Go down to the shore, For the fun of it; Come now, you got to Tie down Tie down Tie down Dive down wide-eyed, Humbled with pride— While you're siding, Colliding with Idols, Confiding in no one, and residing nowhere— Nowhere to go, If they don't care ‘Who are you?' Now I'm getting caught in dark spaces; I'm getting off in a bad spot; Come, along now. Along, but way beside all on my own now In a sense, this is innocence Down, Tie Your love— Down Down, Tie your love, down All the way out of the way, Now— Oh! In a sense, this is innocence. I've got summer on my mind. ‘I take no part in the festival; if you look to kill me, I only ask that you do it quickly. ‘ What movie is this? This is ‘The Insomniac”. Oh, Okay well—what happens in it? CREE? SUPACREE. What are you DOING here? This is how I wrote The Legend of SUPACREE. I thought this was “The Insomniac”? This is how I wrote this, too. Wrote what? Just— Just. Keep. Writing. —And it doesn't stop for nothing. It really doesn't; it doesn't stop for anything. What is this. Audio. It's DJ Shit. ___ Bitch, what is your deal? I don't have one. Yes you DO. My soulmate made a deal with the devil, He sold the soul we share for success, wealth, and fame—but did not include love in the fine print. Watch this. What is this. It's a test. It's all a test. _ Open the map. I'm not gonna do that. I'm not playing. Are you insane? By standard definition? By any definition. I mean— [Some Mild Insanity.] I could be. INSOMNIAC. Who would do this. Who wrote this? Who's paying for this? Now that the stones that I Carried for The Luminaries had grown heavy, I could not carry them all at once, and at the same time was also in the process of getting smaller; So small that it would become difficult to carry one or more of the stones in my bosoms. Wow. Control your self. Wish I could. For some reason the whole world smelled like sex; There was nothing but bodies in the ripe perfection of the perfect paradisiacal air; Sunlight reflecting off of each and every thing thing that was under it..The days were long, and the nights were almost a blur, but I was less concerned with any one person or circumstance beyond my own well being for more than a fraction of the moment. But because I let it become funnier, all the while behaving as an omnipotent observer, it was unfolding quite beautifully, and very theatrically; I couldn't help but keep track of the movement around me, and how it related to my innermost reflections in this existence, seemingly everlasting. ‘--Now he's gonna cut the head off this bird, I guess.' Owh. This is beyond out of control. Unacceptable. The game hasn't started; the map isn't even open yet; Why are the refs making calls? You are OUT of BOUNDS. I'M NOT PLAYING. This is so far off the map. There's a secret passageway. They LEAKED. The MAP. All of a sudden, nothing bothered me. I was my own worst enemy, but now it seemed that I was magically washing away in my fears. Not far from freedom, I wasn't gone from the idea of what Love was, but was drawn towards a darker, more solitary cause. What is this story. I guess this is The Legend of Supacree. I'M NOT CURSED. I'm not SUPACREE. Fair. Fair. [Heavy Skrillexian Accent] FIAR!!! You're are Fired. I'm a- what? So I pulled these cards. Oh, woah, now. Drop this, here. I can't; Wow. Wow. Wow. Wooo00000wwwoooooowwwwwwWW Do you know who you ARE? Do *you* know who I am? Oh, My God! I feel like that's an important factor. What the fuck is this show? go for the gold! I told you, the whole damn cast of; Sons of Anarchy; what on god. This all happened. *ecstatic* Ohhh Noooooo. [TIS + LEGEND OF SUPACREE + GERALD'S WORLD = ENTER THE MULTIVERSE / LEGENDS] key: live that long maybe it's not my place Maybe it's not my place to say, maybe It's not my place Maybe it's not my place, to say I'll just say grace, and clear my plate My patience [is] lol You know what? I like cake, you bitch!! Then eat some cake, you— [a death glare] —Overly-agressive person! I guess I'm just Suspiciously Capricious Kinda skittish when I'm in my kitchen scripting this in Yiddish, washing dishes in my menacingly hideous unmentionables spitting shit I didn't get to send to— …anybody interesting. #skrillex 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, Sout
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
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
Hey, Do you suppose you know the code For doors that open up; I walk a lonely road, But Frog and Toad are old And told me you'd be there to show me (Whatever) Woah Where am I supposed to go from here I'm nowhere, dear I'm Alice lost in wonderland And all her friends— Even the one in red Who wants her head (Where'd that come from) Yo! It's a real bad acid trip, I can't get a grip on reality Can't get off the grid at random, If you're being tracked By the feds and fandom Woah. I may be one of the greatest writers in history But will you remember me? My ex gets Under my skin with Champion fashion; It's in bad taste But I haven't had my own bathroom In half a millennium Im under persenium arches Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall Are you ip yet? I'm still enthralled with this story But yo! (Where's Unaavvi at) I haven't been to a show (Where's the party at) I should be gripping a pole (Where is Cardi at) But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow! Fuck New York when it's cold And it's always cold in New York When you don't know nobody And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby Counting the robbers and gobblins A D Whitney's and Bobby's The ghosts and the zombies Everything hurts But everything heals, with time// Whatever that is; And whatever that means, It's means to an end, if you let it be So let it be But, it persists in lettering me; He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams I think I really need him, or something Or anyone, or anybody Anything, or something Anybody, anybody Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Hey, Do you suppose you know the code For doors that open up; I walk a lonely road, But Frog and Toad are old And told me you'd be there to show me (Whatever) Woah Where am I supposed to go from here I'm nowhere, dear I'm Alice lost in wonderland And all her friends— Even the one in red Who wants her head (Where'd that come from) Yo! It's a real bad acid trip, I can't get a grip on reality Can't get off the grid at random, If you're being tracked By the feds and fandom Woah. I may be one of the greatest writers in history But will you remember me? My ex gets Under my skin with Champion fashion; It's in bad taste But I haven't had my own bathroom In half a millennium Im under persenium arches Sniffing cristanthimymums sampling Arsenio Hall Are you ip yet? I'm still enthralled with this story But yo! (Where's Unaavvi at) I haven't been to a show (Where's the party at) I should be gripping a pole (Where is Cardi at) But it takes all day to get back to the Bronx in the snow! Fuck New York when it's cold And it's always cold in New York When you don't know nobody And your only hobby is hobbling around in the hotel lobby Counting the robbers and gobblins A D Whitney's and Bobby's The ghosts and the zombies Everything hurts But everything heals, with time// Whatever that is; And whatever that means, It's means to an end, if you let it be So let it be But, it persists in lettering me; He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams I think I really need him, or something Or anyone, or anybody Anything, or something Anybody, anybody Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Excerpt From: “DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD” Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?! I'm an everything addict! You know this! I didn't know! —Except pills; I hate pills. What? I've seen you take pills before. Case in point! Why didn't you just tell me? It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon. What?! We talk about sex all the time. Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck! What the fuck?! Whats the difference?! If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog. — “WorstConversationEver” (Bong rips) Remember your dad's friend Tom? Oh my God. You fucked Tom?! NO! okay, cause— I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn! What the hell?! —and he still paid me. Whatthefuck. Yeah, fucked up. So who mowed the lawn?! He mowed his own lawn! This is the worst conversation ever. The crazy thing about this story is— There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually. EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY. Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin— Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts” Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot! So?! So I know you got it goin on! Look at you! I'm mad rich! Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes. My girlfriend might be cheating on me! Yeah—She's not, though. How do you know? Cause I tried! Yeah. Take your shirt off. No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you! Because! He tried— HE tried! You sell out. And Andre tried— [ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome] —you too, bro? [ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly] That's an NBA player— What the FUCK, YO. —and she said NO. ANDRE Yup. Shot me down. Oh really—from all the way up there?! Face it, man! You're fuckin hot! I don't like the way that sounds coming from you— Take your shirt off! Were you this aggressive with my girl?! Don't be like that… Nah— fuck you! Yo! C'mon, man— And you three! You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood! It's Beverly Hills! —Exactly my point! You're new here—you'll catch on. You know what! I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on. [SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”] Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team in history. SUPACREE buys DIPLO a glass house to replace the one he burned down in a crime of passion.] There, now, you'll stop throwing stones— Huh! AND. Everyone can see when you ugly cry. *humphs* Now, stop it! Is it supacree? Uh? Could be Sunni Blu. Sunni Blu is a dude— Sunni Blu is pretending to be a dude. Oh yeah, huh. Dang. Huh. Well, then. We've gotta consult The Big Book of Dillon Francis. Don't say that like it's some kind of guide book. It is a guidebook. To what?? To Dillon Francis! That's preposterous. Didn't you choose Sonny? Didn't I waste my time writing the great big book of Dillon Francis!? Touché. Might as well do something with it. I got it. THIS IS ENVIRONMENTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BURN IT ALL. You're gonna hurt someone's feelings. Yeah, my own. STOP TOUCHING THAT. Wait, where is— Fuck. What? Now I'm “that girl who fell in love with Skrillex” Lol, which one. Hum. The one who wrote a novel about it. Pick your poison. Rum. Not a rum and coke? No, just straight up—you know what? How much is the bottle? Uhhh. Just. [SUPACREE pours the remains of the bottle into a red solo cup.] Ugh. Come on. What! At least you're not “The Black Yoko Ono” How did you even find out about that one. Infinite what the fucks. Now the world's getting mad again, I wrote something damaging; Doors just start slamming at random, And coughing— Sounds of motorists passing, Just scrambling my brain, I'm insane, but at least I have plainly created What may be historical, one day— I've made a whole masterpiece, a symphony that easily outlives me, infinity— My body's just a body Rush a cop just got get off this awful planet; I don't want what comes with poverty and fat, I don't compete with Instagram models, And everyone does that— I'm not a catfish, facts are facts I use my camera just to document the interesting phenomena I happen to walk past; Saw Dillon Francis on a wall, and had to grant the wish he asked— But don't know what it is exactly, I'm just happening, actually— I probably need nap but now Insomniac's been tracking me; I happily allow it; I program myself with beats, So when I finally sleep, I dream in music sequences, or something— I don't know I might delete it upon listening to rampant white supremacy or privelege on repeat, But that's just me, Forgetting I'm the one in trouble, On the run, without a family So perception is reality, and mine is badly damaged— Damn Pasquale again, I had to re-decipher all the messages transmitted from imaginary friends, Collecting images in infrared *gasp* Okay, just—breathe… I can't! I have to wear a mask! It's mandatory—so is being black, I have to! But I'm not a rapper! Maybe I should talk to Chance, Or Marshall Mathers: They might have to answer To the questions that I can't afford to ask This automatic writing might just be the most Goddamned advanced evidence of intelligent inhabitants in other dimensions, or other planets Or all of the above, Or maybe just of Dillon Francis using magic, Which he got from— Oh, no, here it comes SK— Fuck this. Fuck this mother—FAWN. Are we out of F*cks, then? I floppin' guess! I thought you loved him. It is what it is. What is it? INFI— THE END. INFINITI! ...yes, mom? GET IN HERE, Huh? Don't say “huh”. Okay, what? Don't say “what” … … … ...welll, what do you want? What is this? *shrugs* INFINITY [ooh, with a ‘Y' that's how you know mom's angry this time] *COUGHS* Betcha his photographer's in love with him. Which one has the VooDoo Doll? There's a Skrillex VooDoo Doll? It's technically ‘Sonny' Aww. You'd be surprised at the shit these girls will— INFINITY. WHAT. What is THIS?! It's just—Skrillex. AFH. Now you're FUCKED. I thought we were out of FUCKS. That was FAUX. Awww: I see what you did there. Am I done now? What does Dillon Francis want?! —don't answer that. [whispering in ear.] That's not possible So. I shifted a consciousness into this rock. Why would—why? For good luck. Oh, this is a problem, But it turns out. HUH. Damn. I'm on one, I have blue balls, This is not fun. This is not fun. This is not fun. Okay; now you're done. So, that's it--? You really want to ride this Sinking Ship? If that's what this is, then I guess that says it. Says…? Says “I just bought a ticket to Titanic at Bass Canyon.” Is that where you bought it? Is it? Why would you give yourself in, for him? (For Anyone?) In. (Psh) I gave myself out. Out? Look at you. Look at me. I'd rather not. You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches Okay, from the top Hello? This is Hollywood calling; We want the festival project We just wrote up the contract Come get your deposit: You're nominated for an Oscar Your Star On The Walk looks Awesome it's On Us Yeah? That's what's up I'll come up I'll come up I'll come up Say what's up That's my shite; I'm rep in the festival project Ya'll like “what's that?” I'll tel you all about it,—that's Coming up next Oh yeah, Oh yeah Tune in I'm On Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right Welcome to your Hollywood life The good life Good life Welcome to the Hollywood life That's right That's right They call me young Hollywood, They robbed me good in Santa Monica And I so I got no address yet; But I'm coming up like one direction I just checked my reflection like: Mirror mirror on the wall I gotta go Hollywood's callin And I don't do this often Only when o bless the red carpet Comin in hot, like a chicken wing Call me Toy Story— got a friend in me, You feelin me? On the big screen livin out my dreams, I wrote my scenes, the Hollywood life: I neee I ride by On a tomeline I write, I like My nice things. The life I lead, Is ritghteous, I defy my means Applied IT, I might be AI, Fine my me; Cause all I see Is light I like, And I'm liking my Hollywood life, I think. Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches It's just some Hollywood shit Isn't it fabulous This is some Hollywood shiy Isn't it fabulous Comin in hot, like a chicken wing This ain't Toy Story—got no friend in me, You feelin me? Cold as Minnesota, I'm the ice queen Nice bling— Hollywood should buy this bitch a wedding ring Amohetemime Trick, you're a half, I'm the whole thing Whole Foods market, gotta own me No mink coat, I'm a vegan, Hocus Pocus, I'm three witches You know what it is You know what it is— You know what it is That's the business One door close. Then another door opens So sick flow, go home with a cold then Woah, Hoe—cold like some snow boots Pants so big, I can parachute PARACHUTE! Hoes look fake, like a blow up doll Harlem shake, i'm bout to blow up ya'll SAM ASH. HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA. DAY. Do you have any Jog Wheels? Beg your pardon? Uh, Jog Wheels. “Jog Wheels” Yeah, you know, like (imitates DJ scratching) Oh, you mean these? (Entire room of DJ controllers) Yeah, but just–this (points to Jog Wheel) Oh, “Jog Wheels…” Yes. Jog Wheels. …Just “Jog Wheels?” …yes. No. [Leaving store with frustrated infuriation] AGH. BEFORE: Oh my God! We've been robbed! WHAT! OH MY GOD! WHAT! WHAT'D THEY TAKE?! – Have you tried Guitar Center? THEY TOOK MY JOG WHEELS. Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) Where you from? Where you hood at? Keep it clsssy But I'm acting like a hood rat I'm a playa I got boss racks Call me north Cause I'm pointed where the moss at (Money) I am from Los Angeles I got all these fans and stuff I smoke on dat tangle I be at PINK buying bras n stuff I still shop at hollister The Bronx ain't got no Rosses Or hot topics But I bought this floss To drop it like a thot n stuff Bitch you mad? Mad at what? I'm still making money; I don't give a fuck Get my bag; Count it up I'm a dog— And you know I like it rough (Ruff ruff ruff) I show up Play some ratchet music I show up Play some ratchet music. In the booth I'm eating waffles. Had to force quit my serato Key: F It's such a wonderful feeling– leaving, release, sweet relief, Slowly bleeding out Dreaming, in peace With no reason to grieve–finallly– Freedom Mm-hmm mm-hmm Mmm-hmmm __ I'm so LA for no reason. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.
Time to get Brootal! Brootal Block features some amazing heavy metal, hard rock, and alternative music. Join DJ JC in the pit and crank it up! Episode 45 Tracklist: 1. Shovel Monster - The Art of Killing 2. Preacher - Live, Laugh, Lobotomy 3. High Lord - Eyes Open Wide 4. Iron Kingdom - Sheath The Sword 5. Kilmore - Tempest 6. Scream At The Sky - Scream At The Sky 7. SevenTrain - Running Scared 8. Scattered Storm - Seen 9. Korrosive - The Goddamned 10. Diabology - Writhe 11. Shroud of Bereavement - Amber Skies 12. BeeKeeper - Death Roll Call 13. Dawn of Revenge - No Hope Links to check out: Check out The Cognitive Discourse: The Cognitive Discourse (buzzsprout.com) Shop RogueZ3D - https://roguez3d-co.creator-spring.com SCR and Matthew Thomas would like to thank DJ JC for hosting the Brootal Block. O'Donnell Media Group for Live, Laugh, Lobotomy. Asher Media Relations for Eyes Open Wide, Sheath The Sword, Tempest, Seen, and The Goddamned. Online Metal Promo for Running Scared. Also, for everyone who tuned in, you make SCR possible! Thank you! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/supercoolradio/support
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Gather up the amulet and find yourself a virgin because it's time to save the world from a hostile monster takeover. Dracula (Duncan Regehr) has landed, literally, and he's bringing along his band of creeps; the Gillman (Tom Woodruff Jr.), the Mummy (Michael Reid MacKay), Frankenstein's monster (Tom Noonan) and Larry Talbot (Jon Gries) aka Wolfman (Carl Thibault) to throw humanity into darkness. They've gotta get through Sean (André Gower), Patrick (Robby Kiger), Horace (Brent Chalem), Eugene (Michael Faustino), little Phoebe (Ashley Bank), Rudy (Ryan Lambert) and of course, scary German guy (Leonardo Cimino) first. Who are these guys? They're The Monster Squad! Join the goddamn club - this time on Doom Generation. Watch Wolfman's Got Nards, the documentary about The Monster Squad here ---> https://youtu.be/3jk7wyjfSOo Follow us on Instagram @doomgenerationpod Support this podcast by joining at patreon.com/doomgeneration --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/doomgeneration/message
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We can't wait any longer to expel all the GOP traitors from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation too bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again.When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting block in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
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I bet anything#q is old FF #tRump himself!###Carilake betrayed #lgbtq community now that she has aligned herself with the radical, extremist, and treasonous rabid right-wing nuts who are trying to ruin this country; now that she has done that, to my mind that renders her ineligible to run for office. If she supports overturning the 2020 elections, based on absolutely no evidence, then she is a danger to society, to have at the helm of the state! I personally have called upon the doj 202-514-2000; and Arizona attorney general, who is the Republican probably won't hear my complaints! Bernovich is his name. Please feel free not to express yourself, and tell Kerry lake on social media how dangerous and irresponsible her comments 'puts at risk' entire #lgbtq community, when she said was 'harming America. In my book, this is tantamount to inciting violence against the #gaycommunity. We must not tolerate this fascistic, colonizer mentality. Blessings! If you want to support me and my work, my cash app $TheTrista; and please sign my @moveon petition to indict them all and bar them all from office: https://bit.ly/3KA1MmD -----He said it was a raid, it wasn't a raid. Trump said Obama stole 33 million documents, #Obama certainly did not.They had a search warrant signed by a judge, after Trump was subpoenaed back in June and he didn't cooperate. He had top secret documents! He said he declassified these documents with a standing order, but he did not! John Bolton finally enough becomes an unlikely hero! He points out that there was never such a standing order. Hahaha Trump going down LOL POS he can go f*** himself, literally in jail someone will do that for him, in his f****** orange jumpsuit LOL He claims the FBI planted stuff in his f****** boxes of top secret documents that he lied about not having any more! What a f****** s*** bird Trumpy von shitler!!!!! WTF it is going to be so hard, soooooo hard to get rid of these freaking Uber criminals! But everybody has to try their best! Volunteer for something! Support the pro-democracy movement. Support all the podcasts that I support in my podcast: @Meidastouch, Lincoln project, politics girl, #legalaf,, @Mary l trump, @MichaelCohen, @occupydemocrats, move on; go sign my move on petition to indict all these mother f****** and remove them from office and BAR them from public office forevermore! Https://bit.ly/3KA1MmD +++++++++++We cannot wait until the midterms to vote these criminals out! We can't wait any longer to expel them all from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation to bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again. When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting bloc in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
#THATSWHATUP Show! ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL w#Trista4SenateGov&Prez! #comedy #music #politics
Why hasn't Trump conceded the 2020 presidential election yet? Answer: because he's a f****** traitor and a terrorist! What the hell is wrong with you lunatics? Make some demands! Like #FrederickDouglass said, power concedes nothing without demands. So make some demands, america! Get up here fat lardi ass, you young people, put down the goddamn video games, and organize yourselves, and take over the planet :-) shoutout to #kamp student radio at the University of arizona, and #kpyt, #pascuayaqui tribal radio, on the rez with Trista show in #tucson #arizona.+++++We cannot wait until the midterms to vote these criminals out! We can't wait any longer to expel them all from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation to bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again. When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting bloc in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
#THATSWHATUP Show! ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL w#Trista4SenateGov&Prez! #comedy #music #politics
The contents of the search warrant signed by in partial observer, a judge, based on probable cause, you know because he refused to turn over these top secret documents?? What the hell is wrong with you people? We really need to shut down the corporate media Monopoly yes the #fake news empire, including Fox, who needs to be charged as co-conspirators in the January 6th insurrection. We need to do that, and demanded Department of Justice 202-514-2000 bar all these mofos from ever holding office again!! Doesn't that sound fabulous? All these mother f****** should be behind bars, including Marjorie Taylor green, Josh howley, Rudy Giuliani, mad gets, Jim Jordan, you name almost 200 hashtag GOP traders, all of them must go!! Ruining the planet! Hashtag young people, where the f*** are you, man? Step up to the plate, #collegedemocrats, young Democrats, socialist democrats, Democratic socialists, Progressive democrats, true blue Democrats all you freaking democrats, let's unite we got it unite now, and defeat these creatures from the dark side. +++++++He said it was a raid, it wasn't a raid. Trump said Obama stole 33 million documents, #Obama certainly did not.They had a search warrant signed by a judge, after Trump was subpoenaed back in June and he didn't cooperate. He had top secret documents! He said he declassified these documents with a standing order, but he did not! John Bolton finally enough becomes an unlikely hero! He points out that there was never such a standing order. Hahaha Trump going down LOL POS he can go f*** himself, literally in jail someone will do that for him, in his f****** orange jumpsuit LOL He claims the FBI planted stuff in his f****** boxes of top secret documents that he lied about not having any more! What a f****** s*** bird Trump event shitler!!!!! WTF it is going to be so hard, soooooo hard to get rid of these freaking Uber criminals! But everybody has to try their best! Volunteer for something! Support the pro democracy movements. Support all the podcast that I support in my podcast: Midas touch, Lincoln project, politics girl, legal af,, Mary l trump, Michael Cohen, occupied democrats, move on; go sign my move on petition to indict all these mother f****** and remove them from office and borrow them from public office forevermore! Https://bit.ly/3KA1MmD +++++++++++We cannot wait until the midterms to vote these criminals out! We can't wait any longer to expel them all from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation to bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again. When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting bloc in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
#THATSWHATUP Show! ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL w#Trista4SenateGov&Prez! #comedy #music #politics
Carrie lake is not only a hypocrite about # lgbtq issues - and now that she has aligned herself with the radical, extremist, and treasonous rabid right-wing nuts who are trying to ruin this country; now that she has done that, to my mind that renders her ineligible to run for office. If she supports overturning the 2020 elections, based on absolutely no evidence, then she is a danger to society, to have at the helm of the state! I personally have called upon the doj 202-514-2000; and Arizona attorney general, who is the Republican probably won't hear my complaints! Bernovich is his name. Please feel free not to express yourself, and tell Kerry lake on social media how dangerous and irresponsible her comments 'puts at risk' entire #lgbtq community, when she said was 'harming America. In my book, this is tantamount to inciting violence against the #gaycommunity. We must not tolerate this fascistic, colonizer mentality. Blessings! If you want to support me and my work, my cash app $TheTrista; and please sign my @moveon petition to indict them all and bar them all from office: https://bit.ly/3KA1MmD -----He said it was a raid, it wasn't a raid. Trump said Obama stole 33 million documents, #Obama certainly did not.They had a search warrant signed by a judge, after Trump was subpoenaed back in June and he didn't cooperate. He had top secret documents! He said he declassified these documents with a standing order, but he did not! John Bolton finally enough becomes an unlikely hero! He points out that there was never such a standing order. Hahaha Trump going down LOL POS he can go f*** himself, literally in jail someone will do that for him, in his f****** orange jumpsuit LOL He claims the FBI planted stuff in his f****** boxes of top secret documents that he lied about not having any more! What a f****** s*** bird Trumpy von shitler!!!!! WTF it is going to be so hard, soooooo hard to get rid of these freaking Uber criminals! But everybody has to try their best! Volunteer for something! Support the pro-democracy movement. Support all the podcasts that I support in my podcast: @Meidastouch, Lincoln project, politics girl, #legalaf,, @Mary l trump, @MichaelCohen, @occupydemocrats, move on; go sign my move on petition to indict all these mother f****** and remove them from office and BAR them from public office forevermore! Https://bit.ly/3KA1MmD +++++++++++We cannot wait until the midterms to vote these criminals out! We can't wait any longer to expel them all from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation to bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again. When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting bloc in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
#THATSWHATUP Show! ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL w#Trista4SenateGov&Prez! #comedy #music #politics
Fascism sucks / fascism blows big chunks! #magafascism LOL
#THATSWHATUP Show! ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL w#Trista4SenateGov&Prez! #comedy #music #politics
He said it was a raid, it wasn't a raid. Trump said Obama stole 33 million documents, #Obama certainly did not.They had a search warrant signed by a judge, after Trump was subpoenaed back in June and he didn't cooperate. He had top secret documents! He said he declassified these documents with a standing order, but he did not! John Bolton finally enough becomes an unlikely hero! He points out that there was never such a standing order. Hahaha Trump going down LOL POS he can go f*** himself, literally in jail someone will do that for him, in his f****** orange jumpsuit LOL He claims the FBI planted stuff in his f****** boxes of top secret documents that he lied about not having any more! What a f****** s*** bird Trump event shitler!!!!! WTF it is going to be so hard, soooooo hard to get rid of these freaking Uber criminals! But everybody has to try their best! Volunteer for something! Support the pro democracy movements. Support all the podcast that I support in my podcast: Midas touch, Lincoln project, politics girl, legal af,, Mary l trump, Michael Cohen, occupied democrats, move on; go sign my move on petition to indict all these mother f****** and remove them from office and borrow them from public office forevermore! Https://bit.ly/3KA1MmD +++++++++++We cannot wait until the midterms to vote these criminals out! We can't wait any longer to expel them all from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation to bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again. When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting bloc in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
#THATSWHATUP Show! ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL w#Trista4SenateGov&Prez! #comedy #music #politics
With Virginia gilbert, & others ! ++++++++ He said it was a raid, it wasn't a raid. Trump said Obama stole 33 million documents, #Obama certainly did not.They had a search warrant signed by a judge, after Trump was subpoenaed back in June and he didn't cooperate. He had top secret documents! He said he declassified these documents with a standing order, but he did not! John Bolton finally enough becomes an unlikely hero! He points out that there was never such a standing order. Hahaha Trump going down LOL POS he can go f*** himself, literally in jail someone will do that for him, in his f****** orange jumpsuit LOL He claims the FBI planted stuff in his f****** boxes of top secret documents that he lied about not having any more! What a f****** s*** bird Trump event shitler!!!!! WTF it is going to be so hard, soooooo hard to get rid of these freaking Uber criminals! But everybody has to try their best! Volunteer for something! Support the pro democracy movements. Support all the podcast that I support in my podcast: Midas touch, Lincoln project, politics girl, legal af,, Mary l trump, Michael Cohen, occupied democrats, move on; go sign my move on petition to indict all these mother f****** and remove them from office and borrow them from public office forevermore! Https://bit.ly/3KA1MmD +++++++++++We cannot wait until the midterms to vote these criminals out! We can't wait any longer to expel them all from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation to bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again. When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting bloc in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
We cannot wait until the midterms to vote these criminals out! We can't wait any longer to expel them all from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation to bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again. When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting bloc in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
#THATSWHATUP Show! ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL w#Trista4SenateGov&Prez! #comedy #music #politics
He said it was a raid, it wasn't a raid. Trump said Obama stole 33 million documents, #Obama certainly did not.They had a search warrant signed by a judge, after Trump was subpoenaed back in June and he didn't cooperate. He had top secret documents! He said he declassified these documents with a standing order, but he did not! John Bolton finally enough becomes an unlikely hero! He points out that there was never such a standing order. Hahaha Trump going down LOL POS he can go f*** himself, literally in jail someone will do that for him, in his f****** orange jumpsuit LOL He claims the FBI planted stuff in his f****** boxes of top secret documents that he lied about not having any more! What a f****** s*** bird Trump event shitler!!!!! WTF it is going to be so hard, soooooo hard to get rid of these freaking Uber criminals! But everybody has to try their best! Volunteer for something! Support the pro democracy movements. Support all the podcast that I support in my podcast: Midas touch, Lincoln project, politics girl, legal af,, Mary l trump, Michael Cohen, occupied democrats, move on; go sign my move on petition to indict all these mother f****** and remove them from office and borrow them from public office forevermore! Https://bit.ly/3KA1MmD +++++++++++We cannot wait until the midterms to vote these criminals out! We can't wait any longer to expel them all from congress! We need to be vigilant and vocal! And have as a number one priority as a nation to bar all of these Uber criminals from holding office! And then the most important part of our battle is a victory! They will not be able to terrorize us again. When the f is the doj going to do its job, and indict Trump and about 200 GOP insurrectionists?? What disturbs me most, besides the fact that nothing has been done to take these terrorists off our streets for the past year and a half, but what really disturbs me the most is that the January 6th Committee hearings haven't even addressed the treason and terrorism charges that should be slapped against each and every one of these individuals. #Chompskyquotes: Mr Trump is"THE WORST CRIMINAL IN HUMAN HISTORY!! IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE CALL THE DOJ 202-514-2000 AND DEMAND THESE SCHEISTERS ARE IMMEDIATELY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE MIDTERMS!!!!! In fact, everybody should know that our number one priority as a nation SHOULD BE not just to lock up all these Goddamned criminals, but to borrow them from public office all together, under the 14th Amendment! Young people, step up to the plate!!!!! There is a voting bloc of you that is 65 million strong, the largest voting bloc in history, so use your power!!!! These old farts are doing their damnedest to ruin OUR planet
There are two guests on this WWE SummerSlam weekend episode of The Chauncey DeVega Show Jason Aaron is the writer of such comics books and graphic novels as Thor, Star Wars, Avengers, Punisher, Conan The Barbarian, The Goddamned, Sea of Stars, and many other popular must-read titles. The new Marvel Cinematic Universe film Thor: Love and Thunder was heavily inspired by Aaron's The Mighty Thor and Thor: God of Thunder. Jason Aaron reflects on his journey from “breaking into” the comic book business to his triumph as a writer at Marvel. He also shares what he does to remain focused, positive and to ensure that he always appreciates the good fortune for the amazing career he has earned and enjoyed so far. Jason Aaron also passes along some of the wisdom he has learned along the way about what it takes to succeed at an elite level as a professional creative person. And Jason Aaron and Chauncey DeVega have a wide-ranging conversation about their mutual love of the art, drama and physical storytelling that is the best of professional wrestling and why CM Punk's return and his feud with MJF was one of the greatest recent stories in all of sports. Irv Muchnick is one of America's leading sports journalists and investigative writers. His essays and other writing have appeared in Sports Illustrated, People, The Washington Monthly, and the Sunday magazines of the New York Times and the Los Angeles Times. He is the author of three books, Chris & Nancy, Wrestling Babylon, and Concussion Inc.. Muchnick shares his thoughts on the rise and fall of (now former) WWE CEO and owner Vince McMahon and how history may remember him and his legacy not just for sports and professional wrestling but for American society more broadly. Muchnick also reflects on how it feels to see many of the stories about scandal, crime, corruption, and other bad behavior in the world of professional wrestling and sports that he exposed years and decades ago now being “discovered” by the mainstream news media. And Chauncey DeVega offers his analysis of “season one” of the House Jan. 6 hearings, explains why there are no Republican “heroes”, and warns that Rep. Liz Cheney is not a friend of democracy and should never be trusted. Chauncey also shares his review of the new documentary Fire of Love. Quick Episode Summary 00:48 introductions, thanks, and shout-outs 19:33 the pathetic desperate search for Republican heroes by the American people and the House Jan. 6 committee 37:40 Review: Fire of Love 46:30 Irv Muchnick 01:07:00 Jason Aaron 01:44:30 ILAC, affirmations, and encouragements to positive action WHERE CAN YOU FIND ME? On Twitter: https://twitter.com/chaunceydevega On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/chauncey.devega My email: chaunceydevega@gmail.com HOW CAN YOU SUPPORT THE CHAUNCEY DEVEGA SHOW? Via Paypal at ChaunceyDeVega.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thechaunceydevegashow
Did you know that Communists ALSO have arguments? We recount one of them happening RIGHT NOW in the discourse involving Marx's concept of "Productive forces" and where that leaves service workers. Are they even proletarian? Cuba is doing cool medicine, and maybe American Liberals don't know what Fascism is. Hit play and hear all about it! All of the Links: LastMinutePolitics.com https://www.patreon.com/LastMinutePolitics EMAIL US: LastMinutePoliticsPodcast@gmail.com Pay us: Paypal.me/LastMinutePolitics
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New Year, new episode of the podcast. This episode goes from celebratory to masturbatory pretty quickly, but can you blame the boys? Not only is it New Year's Eve, but it also the one year anniversary of the creation of the best Goddamned podcast around. Not much to say about this one other than the boys get real drunk and silly. Like and subscribe, ya bastards.
Our two guests for are among the best and most brilliant Color ARTISTS in comics: TAMRA BONVILLAIN is one of the most acclaimed colorists in the industry, having worked in books like Captain Marvel, Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur, Wayward, The Department of Truth, Rat Queens and much more; GIULIA BRUSCO is one of the most personal and gifted colorists around, with books like Scalped, Django Unchained, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Goddamned, Goodnight Paradise, and a lot more! We've talked about life, color theory, storytelling with color, colors as sounds... and many other crazy things to show you how VITAL their work is for the quality of comics. You also sent some really insightful questions, so thank you all for them! #DialogosdeComic #TamraBonvillain #GiuliaBrusco #NoMaleButTheHost #ColorArt #Colorists #Marvel #DCComics #ImageComics #TKO #NiUnTioSalvoElPresentador
You may know our guest for his work on Vertigo's The Other Side and Scalped, Also because of his critically acclaimed series for Image Comics Southern Bastards, The Goddamned or Sea of Stars, or maybe his best-selling work for Marvel in books like Thor, Wolverine, Conan the Barbarian, Avengers, or Star Wars. I am talking, of course, about the astonishing JASON AARON! We've talked about writing in comics, about the language, the art, the craft, collaboration and synergies, about art, science, and life, and many other things... And Jason answered your questions, too. Thanks for watching, subscribing, and spreading the word! :) #DialogosdeComic #JasonAaron #Writing #Marvel #ImageComics #Vertigo
Goddamned national treasure Michael J. Fox brings his special brand of optimism to the show. Topics: his new book, No Time Like the Future, why Coors light, and not Parkinson's threatened his marriage, how sick to death of he is of hearing the words, ‘be careful.' Plus! Why, even though Rush Limbaugh was a huge a-hole to him, he won't be dancing on his grave. Fox hates most of the trappings of being an inspiration—the standing ovations, the gauzy tributes set to piano. Too bad Mike! Andrew's moved enough to confess some dark stuff—and make Fox the first guest to earn “a very special episode” of the pod.
Plachy, Fish, and Ken (just Ken - from The Overtalking Podcast https://overtalkingpod.libsyn.com) talk about video game hardware launches and Apple's new M1 chip.
REPOST MAY 16, 2018: Bill Frost (SLUGMag.com & X96 Radio From Hell) and Tommy Milagro (a comedy dive near you) talk Listener Mailbag, the Big Ass List of TV Cancellations & Renewals at ABC, CBS, Fox, NBC & The CW, how Bill beat those NPR nerds to Killing Eve, Rasslin' News, Guillermo del Toro's 10 After Midnight on Netflix, Movie Korner and What to Watch Harder (Killing Eve, Silicon Valley, Barry, Westworld, Billions, Citizen Rose, 13 Reasons Why, Fahrenheit 451, Legion and The Jim Jefferies Show; Fuck That Dreck: The Royal Wedding). Drinking: Mojitos made with Rum from OFFICIAL TV Tan sponsor Outlaw Distillery and fixin's from Boozetique.
The Criterion Collection, the last vestige of truly collectible DVD and Blu-Ray movies in existence. These are well produced, fancy pants editions of important and interesting films for the discerning film lover. We continue our journey through Jim's collection of movies with... The Friends of Eddie Coyle Spine Number: 475 Director: Peter Yates Genre: Crime Drama There has always been a romanticism to gangsters in movies. It's understandable, at least on the surface. Think about it. Outlaws who live by their own rules taking chances and living outside the drudgery of our nine to five lives. They live on their own terms and have a code of honor that they all abide. "The Friends of Eddie Coyle," however, takes a different view point. While gangster movies run the gamut from the gorgeous, like "The Godfather," to the more average, like "Goodfellas," and "The Departed," to the rough, street level life of a criminal, like "Donnie Brasco," and "Mean Streets," no other movie captures the reality of life as a low rent thief like "The Friends of Eddie Coyle." For starters, "low rent," is an understatement. The crooks in this movie are so low level that they might as well be driving a bus. Everything is so dated that this movie couldn't possible be set in any other year. Not that it was cheap, but the people in it are not wealthy. They aren't even well off. They are lower middle, to upper lower class. There is nothing even approaching the neighborhood of glamorous in this movie. But that's what makes it so great. Well... that's one of the things that makes it so great. What's the other thing? Robert. Goddamned. Mitchum. As Peter Boyle said, "You know what the '2001' theme is? That's the sound of Mitchum waking up." Simply put, Robert Mitchum is an absolute BEAST in this movie. And that is saying a lot, given that Eddie Coyle is the farthest thing from a beast that you will find. He is essentially a middle man for a gun runner. He buys guns from one guy who knows people who can get guns and sells them to other guys who rob banks. That's it. He's facing two years in prison for transporting stolen merchandise and is trying make a deal to avoid those years, and trying to make enough money for his family in case he can't avoid them. Simply put, Coyle isn't the guy, or the guy who knows the guy, or even the guy who knows the guy who knows the guy. He's the guy who goes to a bar where a guy who knows the guys works. That is this movies blessing and curse. It is a fantastic portrayal of the day to day grind of the lowest rung on the criminal ladder. It's a movie about where most of us would be if we were criminals. It's gritty, dirty, and almost a documentary on how UN-glamorous a life of crime would really be. In short, it kills the illusion. However, we cannot say this enough... The Friends of Eddie Coyle is an amazing film and is worth it for Robert Mitchum alone. So, check it out and see if you agree with us. Next Week: Spine number 538: Paths of Glory Also, check this out. The Life Masters is now it's own show with its own site and own dedicated feed. That's right, we have two completely different shows! Right now check it out at www.thelifemasters.podbean.com. You can also drink in our brilliance on Youtube for both The Film Thugs and The Life Masters. http://fantasymovieleague.com/ Looks like Summer Movie League has officially become Fantasy Movie League. It looks quite fun. Here's how it works. You have an 8 screen theater. Every week you pick movies and have a budget/salary cap you have to stay under. Then you compete against other theaters in your league. It's fantasy football for movie people. Our league is Film Thugs 2015 and the password is Porterhouse. And remember, you can be a part of the show any time you wild like. How's that? All you have to do is call or e-mail us. If you live in the US, or any place that makes calling the US easy, just dial 512-666-RANT and leave us a voicemail. We will read the Google Voice transcript and play your message. It's both funny AND informative. If you live outside the US you can call us on Skype at The_Film_Thugs. You can leave a message, or someone might actually answer. E-mail us at thefilmthugs@gmail.com and we will read/play whatever you send us, or you can e-mail thugquestions@gmail.com to be part of an upcoming "Ask the Film Thugs" show, where we answer questions on any subject without having heard them first. Also, we are on twitter @thefilmthugs and on Facebook and Vine. Also, be sure to check back often for our new endeavor The Life Masters, where we answer questions to other advice columnists. Thanks for listening, and until next week...
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