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It had been raining for nearly two weeks straight, besides for one day, during which I slept through its entirety; I had not been so seriously, physically ill in years— the combination of undue stress from the job I mostly hated, the crippling depression of working full time and still never having enough money for anything, and sharing my living space with 3 other, typically irritating, messy people with seemingly no home training—or perhaps, as I was learning—a common low standard of cleanliness was almost guaranteed amongst any group of people, but especially men; and I was growing to hate and resent men more and more (not that I fancied women any better, but at least respected them for being women.) I hated everyone now, but especially myself— the grand illusion of success had been shattered living amongst the lower drudges of society too long, and working too hard—not that anyone else wasn't—in fact, my coworkers were all tired, overworked, and miserable in some way, which empathically aligned with the way I had been feeling—absorbing every toxic thing that happened into my perception for whatever reason and twisting my world into a hellish nightmare once more; at least I was willing to admit it was partly my fault; I had given up on all of my dreams, just about—abandoning them in exchange for hopes of finally having my own apartment. I just wanted to cook again—to walk around perhaps in the nude, to workout regularly enough that I felt like a human, rather than a ticking time bomb—-and I was, a ticking time bomb—forced to believe in time by the simple notion of clocking in and clocking out just to be able to afford my humanity. It was clear that it wasn't only a homelessness crisis; there seemed to be an honest-to-God race war, blacks littered all over the streets and those of us with any energy left being depleted of it in the trade of modern slavery—most others turning to side hustles, filling in the deficit of the cost of living by selling drugs, or pussy—both of which, by now, I was sure I had no talent for. In fact, I wasn't sure if I had any talent at all; my mantras sank into unrecognizable, unbelievable chatter in the back of my mind, which seemed more delusional than doable—I hadn't stepped foot inside a gym, even for a moment since the new year; I only felt like crying, trying to either figure out a palpable plan for suicide or escape, and though things still seemed to strangely add up, I was still out of sorts and malaligned; I was willing to admit for the first time in years that I actually needed love, rather than just wanted it—and yet the reigning white supremacy seemed to take pride and joy in knowing I'd rather die alone than to set my standards any lower—with my own circumstances too out of range for any one decent to actually consider. I wasn't myself—in fact, I was a little bit of every single person I had been forced to be around, for the worse or for the better, and nothing at all was benefiting me besides the sleep that so easily came after sunrise, even on my nights off—Fridays and Saturday's, which I might have enjoyed, or somehow found a way to work myself into the Los Ángeles DJ circuit, which seemed, again, out of my reach and even tinged with an ever slight hint ot racism as well. A friend of a friend of a friend of Pasquale Rotella, no coincidence, had happened into my midsts by way of joining the night crew at DTLA smoke shop, which ran about 5 other stores in within a one-mile radius of each other and scattered it's ten or so employees, including myself across the locations to fulfill the needs of the business, of course, for a humble 17.00 an hour, placing us all exactly on the poverty line and well-below a living wage, which I had dermined did not exist anywhere in the United States anymore. I wanted more than anything to leave, but knowing that if I did leave LA again, I would probably never come back; I felt disturbed and disgusted by the lack of humanity in the city alone, but all knowing full well that the globalist state had altered even Mexico to its standards, and Mexico, being as honest as ever, even to former residents—and especially myself, after being accustomed again to climate control and flushing toilets—was pretty crappy. My stomach pains had crippled me for the last two days, and with the amount of stress and pressure building up I had nothing good left to give the world. At all. Strikingly suicidal, I wanted nothing to do with the with the world around me at all—I wasn't in the right place, I thought, or the right mindset; I had lost all but my last bit of strength and the energy it took to push forward, somehow, still, though, getting out of bed on time and to work early or just on time, but only because my space in a clean warm bed depended on it—just like anyone else in the city. I was fed up with men, women, and only really ever took pure joy in dogs and children; again, at a breaking point, combing the streets for glass to slit my wrists and rest peacefully, wondering how long it would take anybody in LA to notice I was dead and not just another black woman slewn across the streets to sleep in filth (probably awhile), as sometimes the homeless smelled dead and acted like it, too, which seemed enough of a red flag at the time to speak for the white supremacy's outright hatred for people of color; it wasn't simply a homelessness crisis, income inequality, drugs, or mental health; it was a targeted gentrification as it had always been, by the same proprietors: who brought the ancestors of the modern day African Americans overseas to work, in the midsts of slaughtering the ancestors of the modern day native Americans; and there wasn't a thing you could do to convince me that Beverlywood Becky worked just as hard as anyone else did, as she complained daily over her oat milk latte of HOW HARD THINGS ARE, boasting about the cash and prizes she swept up over the holiday season from mommy, daddy, and family galore, and just looking for “the other flavor Elfbar” ‘Excuse me, while I try not to vomit and wonder what the fuck a Christmas stocking is, while trying to be as invisible to white people as we are to them' What the Fuck is a family; Hang me from a tree and cut some turkey It's too early for this shit I need to hurl, I think This lady smells like pee And wants me to buy her something But yo, I'm homeless, too— I mean, I finally got a room, But this is what I go through for it: THE LA CRISIS: UNLEASHED. (Ew) Fuck this, But don't fuck the government; They're already trying to kill us over nothing Nothing's prosperous, no No political ambitions, actually I just want to disappear from this Don't have the energy to work 2 jobs, I need to rest I need to sleep I need to eat more super greens, And honestly, I might just be a vegetarian, Not a vegan, I've been thinking But I dont know; (I don't care anymore) I lost love (It's just not there anymore) I never sold my soul; But for a home alone, I'd probably sell it, And roll over— In the rain, dang Hey, I feel your pain, It's crazy how debilitating Telepathy and empathy can be I need a week at least, Just free from human beings, But 8 billion and counting, damn Your racist grampa's still alive, (and voting) And laws keeps passing, And employers just don't care, Cause they're not there They're somewhere enjoying Self employment, and business ownership Damn, I wish my dad hadn't talked my mom out of the abortion, I'd have more fun never being born Than being born this. Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this. But they say,” you are the world, “ So I guess I ain't shit, I'm racist, And never on vacation — Oh wait, I'm just American, And not some lucky Caucasian Or Asian, With parents who inherited greatness (Or worked harder, in another generation) All my parents ever did was Mix Go. Be a DJ. I don't want to be a DJ. Be a DJ. I don't want to be a DJ. Be a DJ. Das my boss; She make tha bread— I just make croutons Mothsfuckinin genius you could call me Jimmy neutron Not a rapper. A DJ. No, I'm black, so I gotta be a rapper. No, that's not how that works. Not everything is black and white; I just keep writing, day and night I want to blow my brains out, And my heart is turned to ice, If Jesus Christ ever arrives, I really doubt it would be nice. This place is pretty. Right? Alright. Back to the 9-5s I can't smoke crack, but meth sounds nice If it'll help me stay alive And pay my bills on time. I'm kidding. No you're not. Maybe not. I might be living just the same in any city, Check-to-check; I don't need pity— Just a pistol, Or a penny Just remember to remember Jimmy When shit gets interesting, (I pick up every penny, every penny) JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC SORCERER Was that it? Had to be. Are you sure? We need a cosmic sorcerer! There's only one person in the universe who specializes in cosmic soecery! Are you serious? I must be a writer or something. (Or something.) BE A DJ. No. why. Cause I'd have to be skinny and I really like croissants in the morning. Welcome to 30. Cooool. I'm a deadbeat. [beat] Fuck! I'm a loser! Wtf is the world on? Idk. We're in a matrix simulation thingy. TWEAKER Excuse me, do you know how to exit The Scope and The Dome? … TWEAKER I mean—ahem—The Artificial Intelligence Simulation? … … … … NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER@ That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AND WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— Hi— What's your life like? You just killed me; in a drive by— I'm sorry, Don't mind my eyes, miss, I should go blind Shine all night — Your whole life; I'm trying to end mine. My, my, my Must be the end of mh life, life, life Took my seat, Always right in front of me, And I'm always falling behind, hind, hind What's your life like? It might be time to fly (Im in a bind) I just can't live a lie I'm colorblind It might be time to try; But if I cry again, I'll die again inside —- I know we don't talk no more, But— Every other song's about you, You know, you know And I really don't open doors, But I sure know how to close em, Close em I'll never be quite ready for my close up, Hold up; Should probably put my phone up, And grow up, But you know, you know, you know It never gets old, no You know, you know, you know So you're never gonna show up, So what So I'm never gonna blow up, So what And I should probably go, But you know; I'm never really home, Or alone, So you know, You know? Don't blow it (Blow a kiss through the window, before it fogs up) I owe it to you, this one (It's a real long road, and I don't know where it goes) It's not All lonely, and hopeless At least for the moment; I'll spend it on something I love, And I love ya So you're never gonna show up, So what So I'm never gonna blow up, So what And I should probably go, But you know; I'm never really home, Or alone, So you know, You know? —- Oh, a rap song. Fuck, I hate rap I'm not a rapper; I'm a trash can- Blast from the blast, man, On your candid ass camera I'm a black man, Hands up— I'll take your fuckin INT. LA CAFE. 11:55 PM. BLŪ! ORDER FOR BLŪ m. ‘You have to spend it on something you love.' I had been wondering what it could be that I loved so much that I would actually spend them on, the 24-color coded Jimmy Fallons I had collected—each of them my last dollar at some point, and never spent, as a token of faith — some dumb kind of ritual I had begun with no true intention of anything at all, and without an explanation to even myself as of why. I had entirely abandoned Jimmy Fallon's galaxy; actually, I had abandoned all of my creations almost entirely, and though I continued to write, at least most of the time… ‘Fuck, they forgot my tater tots. ‘ I didn't really need them, but paid the extra $4.50 anyhow, as it was almost magical that my burrito and smoothie (considerably, or so, I thought, with the tater tots) had come to $24 — the exact amount of Jimmy Fallon's I had collected in the months I had been in Los Angeles—not that I wasn't growing a bit tired and weary of the place, however, nor could I afford to do anything else, really—or go anywhere that I actually wanted to. I really did love tater tots—and had been craving them ferociously, as the Whole Foods Market had so conveniently stopped making them in the mornings, just as I had run out of the time and energy to show up at the gym as regularly as I wanted or needed. Still, as I planned the following week's fast, I dreamed of my return to Equinox; and somewhat of a return to the normalcy I had built for myself—and though I would never quite be as dazzlingly thin or attractive as Kayla Lauren, I'd at least be closer to my own self—whoever that was, — in the body I was given to work with—or work for; its high maintenance, a handicap well enough worth having—at least, if It meant I might one day be loved again. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It had been raining for nearly two weeks straight, besides for one day, during which I slept through its entirety; I had not been so seriously, physically ill in years— the combination of undue stress from the job I mostly hated, the crippling depression of working full time and still never having enough money for anything, and sharing my living space with 3 other, typically irritating, messy people with seemingly no home training—or perhaps, as I was learning—a common low standard of cleanliness was almost guaranteed amongst any group of people, but especially men; and I was growing to hate and resent men more and more (not that I fancied women any better, but at least respected them for being women.) I hated everyone now, but especially myself— the grand illusion of success had been shattered living amongst the lower drudges of society too long, and working too hard—not that anyone else wasn't—in fact, my coworkers were all tired, overworked, and miserable in some way, which empathically aligned with the way I had been feeling—absorbing every toxic thing that happened into my perception for whatever reason and twisting my world into a hellish nightmare once more; at least I was willing to admit it was partly my fault; I had given up on all of my dreams, just about—abandoning them in exchange for hopes of finally having my own apartment. I just wanted to cook again—to walk around perhaps in the nude, to workout regularly enough that I felt like a human, rather than a ticking time bomb—-and I was, a ticking time bomb—forced to believe in time by the simple notion of clocking in and clocking out just to be able to afford my humanity. It was clear that it wasn't only a homelessness crisis; there seemed to be an honest-to-God race war, blacks littered all over the streets and those of us with any energy left being depleted of it in the trade of modern slavery—most others turning to side hustles, filling in the deficit of the cost of living by selling drugs, or pussy—both of which, by now, I was sure I had no talent for. In fact, I wasn't sure if I had any talent at all; my mantras sank into unrecognizable, unbelievable chatter in the back of my mind, which seemed more delusional than doable—I hadn't stepped foot inside a gym, even for a moment since the new year; I only felt like crying, trying to either figure out a palpable plan for suicide or escape, and though things still seemed to strangely add up, I was still out of sorts and malaligned; I was willing to admit for the first time in years that I actually needed love, rather than just wanted it—and yet the reigning white supremacy seemed to take pride and joy in knowing I'd rather die alone than to set my standards any lower—with my own circumstances too out of range for any one decent to actually consider. I wasn't myself—in fact, I was a little bit of every single person I had been forced to be around, for the worse or for the better, and nothing at all was benefiting me besides the sleep that so easily came after sunrise, even on my nights off—Fridays and Saturday's, which I might have enjoyed, or somehow found a way to work myself into the Los Ángeles DJ circuit, which seemed, again, out of my reach and even tinged with an ever slight hint ot racism as well. A friend of a friend of a friend of Pasquale Rotella, no coincidence, had happened into my midsts by way of joining the night crew at DTLA smoke shop, which ran about 5 other stores in within a one-mile radius of each other and scattered it's ten or so employees, including myself across the locations to fulfill the needs of the business, of course, for a humble 17.00 an hour, placing us all exactly on the poverty line and well-below a living wage, which I had dermined did not exist anywhere in the United States anymore. I wanted more than anything to leave, but knowing that if I did leave LA again, I would probably never come back; I felt disturbed and disgusted by the lack of humanity in the city alone, but all knowing full well that the globalist state had altered even Mexico to its standards, and Mexico, being as honest as ever, even to former residents—and especially myself, after being accustomed again to climate control and flushing toilets—was pretty crappy. My stomach pains had crippled me for the last two days, and with the amount of stress and pressure building up I had nothing good left to give the world. At all. Strikingly suicidal, I wanted nothing to do with the with the world around me at all—I wasn't in the right place, I thought, or the right mindset; I had lost all but my last bit of strength and the energy it took to push forward, somehow, still, though, getting out of bed on time and to work early or just on time, but only because my space in a clean warm bed depended on it—just like anyone else in the city. I was fed up with men, women, and only really ever took pure joy in dogs and children; again, at a breaking point, combing the streets for glass to slit my wrists and rest peacefully, wondering how long it would take anybody in LA to notice I was dead and not just another black woman slewn across the streets to sleep in filth (probably awhile), as sometimes the homeless smelled dead and acted like it, too, which seemed enough of a red flag at the time to speak for the white supremacy's outright hatred for people of color; it wasn't simply a homelessness crisis, income inequality, drugs, or mental health; it was a targeted gentrification as it had always been, by the same proprietors: who brought the ancestors of the modern day African Americans overseas to work, in the midsts of slaughtering the ancestors of the modern day native Americans; and there wasn't a thing you could do to convince me that Beverlywood Becky worked just as hard as anyone else did, as she complained daily over her oat milk latte of HOW HARD THINGS ARE, boasting about the cash and prizes she swept up over the holiday season from mommy, daddy, and family galore, and just looking for “the other flavor Elfbar” ‘Excuse me, while I try not to vomit and wonder what the fuck a Christmas stocking is, while trying to be as invisible to white people as we are to them' What the Fuck is a family; Hang me from a tree and cut some turkey It's too early for this shit I need to hurl, I think This lady smells like pee And wants me to buy her something But yo, I'm homeless, too— I mean, I finally got a room, But this is what I go through for it: THE LA CRISIS: UNLEASHED. (Ew) Fuck this, But don't fuck the government; They're already trying to kill us over nothing Nothing's prosperous, no No political ambitions, actually I just want to disappear from this Don't have the energy to work 2 jobs, I need to rest I need to sleep I need to eat more super greens, And honestly, I might just be a vegetarian, Not a vegan, I've been thinking But I dont know; (I don't care anymore) I lost love (It's just not there anymore) I never sold my soul; But for a home alone, I'd probably sell it, And roll over— In the rain, dang Hey, I feel your pain, It's crazy how debilitating Telepathy and empathy can be I need a week at least, Just free from human beings, But 8 billion and counting, damn Your racist grampa's still alive, (and voting) And laws keeps passing, And employers just don't care, Cause they're not there They're somewhere enjoying Self employment, and business ownership Damn, I wish my dad hadn't talked my mom out of the abortion, I'd have more fun never being born Than being born this. Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this. But they say,” you are the world, “ So I guess I ain't shit, I'm racist, And never on vacation — Oh wait, I'm just American, And not some lucky Caucasian Or Asian, With parents who inherited greatness (Or worked harder, in another generation) All my parents ever did was Mix Go. Be a DJ. I don't want to be a DJ. Be a DJ. I don't want to be a DJ. Be a DJ. Das my boss; She make tha bread— I just make croutons Mothsfuckinin genius you could call me Jimmy neutron Not a rapper. A DJ. No, I'm black, so I gotta be a rapper. No, that's not how that works. Not everything is black and white; I just keep writing, day and night I want to blow my brains out, And my heart is turned to ice, If Jesus Christ ever arrives, I really doubt it would be nice. This place is pretty. Right? Alright. Back to the 9-5s I can't smoke crack, but meth sounds nice If it'll help me stay alive And pay my bills on time. I'm kidding. No you're not. Maybe not. I might be living just the same in any city, Check-to-check; I don't need pity— Just a pistol, Or a penny Just remember to remember Jimmy When shit gets interesting, (I pick up every penny, every penny) JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC SORCERER Was that it? Had to be. Are you sure? We need a cosmic sorcerer! There's only one person in the universe who specializes in cosmic soecery! Are you serious? I must be a writer or something. (Or something.) BE A DJ. No. why. Cause I'd have to be skinny and I really like croissants in the morning. Welcome to 30. Cooool. I'm a deadbeat. [beat] Fuck! I'm a loser! Wtf is the world on? Idk. We're in a matrix simulation thingy. TWEAKER Excuse me, do you know how to exit The Scope and The Dome? … TWEAKER I mean—ahem—The Artificial Intelligence Simulation? … … … … NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER@ That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AND WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— Hi— What's your life like? You just killed me; in a drive by— I'm sorry, Don't mind my eyes, miss, I should go blind Shine all night — Your whole life; I'm trying to end mine. My, my, my Must be the end of mh life, life, life Took my seat, Always right in front of me, And I'm always falling behind, hind, hind What's your life like? It might be time to fly (Im in a bind) I just can't live a lie I'm colorblind It might be time to try; But if I cry again, I'll die again inside —- I know we don't talk no more, But— Every other song's about you, You know, you know And I really don't open doors, But I sure know how to close em, Close em I'll never be quite ready for my close up, Hold up; Should probably put my phone up, And grow up, But you know, you know, you know It never gets old, no You know, you know, you know So you're never gonna show up, So what So I'm never gonna blow up, So what And I should probably go, But you know; I'm never really home, Or alone, So you know, You know? Don't blow it (Blow a kiss through the window, before it fogs up) I owe it to you, this one (It's a real long road, and I don't know where it goes) It's not All lonely, and hopeless At least for the moment; I'll spend it on something I love, And I love ya So you're never gonna show up, So what So I'm never gonna blow up, So what And I should probably go, But you know; I'm never really home, Or alone, So you know, You know? —- Oh, a rap song. Fuck, I hate rap I'm not a rapper; I'm a trash can- Blast from the blast, man, On your candid ass camera I'm a black man, Hands up— I'll take your fuckin INT. LA CAFE. 11:55 PM. BLŪ! ORDER FOR BLŪ m. ‘You have to spend it on something you love.' I had been wondering what it could be that I loved so much that I would actually spend them on, the 24-color coded Jimmy Fallons I had collected—each of them my last dollar at some point, and never spent, as a token of faith — some dumb kind of ritual I had begun with no true intention of anything at all, and without an explanation to even myself as of why. I had entirely abandoned Jimmy Fallon's galaxy; actually, I had abandoned all of my creations almost entirely, and though I continued to write, at least most of the time… ‘Fuck, they forgot my tater tots. ‘ I didn't really need them, but paid the extra $4.50 anyhow, as it was almost magical that my burrito and smoothie (considerably, or so, I thought, with the tater tots) had come to $24 — the exact amount of Jimmy Fallon's I had collected in the months I had been in Los Angeles—not that I wasn't growing a bit tired and weary of the place, however, nor could I afford to do anything else, really—or go anywhere that I actually wanted to. I really did love tater tots—and had been craving them ferociously, as the Whole Foods Market had so conveniently stopped making them in the mornings, just as I had run out of the time and energy to show up at the gym as regularly as I wanted or needed. Still, as I planned the following week's fast, I dreamed of my return to Equinox; and somewhat of a return to the normalcy I had built for myself—and though I would never quite be as dazzlingly thin or attractive as Kayla Lauren, I'd at least be closer to my own self—whoever that was, — in the body I was given to work with—or work for; its high maintenance, a handicap well enough worth having—at least, if It meant I might one day be loved again. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It had been raining for nearly two weeks straight, besides for one day, during which I slept through its entirety; I had not been so seriously, physically ill in years— the combination of undue stress from the job I mostly hated, the crippling depression of working full time and still never having enough money for anything, and sharing my living space with 3 other, typically irritating, messy people with seemingly no home training—or perhaps, as I was learning—a common low standard of cleanliness was almost guaranteed amongst any group of people, but especially men; and I was growing to hate and resent men more and more (not that I fancied women any better, but at least respected them for being women.) I hated everyone now, but especially myself— the grand illusion of success had been shattered living amongst the lower drudges of society too long, and working too hard—not that anyone else wasn't—in fact, my coworkers were all tired, overworked, and miserable in some way, which empathically aligned with the way I had been feeling—absorbing every toxic thing that happened into my perception for whatever reason and twisting my world into a hellish nightmare once more; at least I was willing to admit it was partly my fault; I had given up on all of my dreams, just about—abandoning them in exchange for hopes of finally having my own apartment. I just wanted to cook again—to walk around perhaps in the nude, to workout regularly enough that I felt like a human, rather than a ticking time bomb—-and I was, a ticking time bomb—forced to believe in time by the simple notion of clocking in and clocking out just to be able to afford my humanity. It was clear that it wasn't only a homelessness crisis; there seemed to be an honest-to-God race war, blacks littered all over the streets and those of us with any energy left being depleted of it in the trade of modern slavery—most others turning to side hustles, filling in the deficit of the cost of living by selling drugs, or pussy—both of which, by now, I was sure I had no talent for. In fact, I wasn't sure if I had any talent at all; my mantras sank into unrecognizable, unbelievable chatter in the back of my mind, which seemed more delusional than doable—I hadn't stepped foot inside a gym, even for a moment since the new year; I only felt like crying, trying to either figure out a palpable plan for suicide or escape, and though things still seemed to strangely add up, I was still out of sorts and malaligned; I was willing to admit for the first time in years that I actually needed love, rather than just wanted it—and yet the reigning white supremacy seemed to take pride and joy in knowing I'd rather die alone than to set my standards any lower—with my own circumstances too out of range for any one decent to actually consider. I wasn't myself—in fact, I was a little bit of every single person I had been forced to be around, for the worse or for the better, and nothing at all was benefiting me besides the sleep that so easily came after sunrise, even on my nights off—Fridays and Saturday's, which I might have enjoyed, or somehow found a way to work myself into the Los Ángeles DJ circuit, which seemed, again, out of my reach and even tinged with an ever slight hint ot racism as well. A friend of a friend of a friend of Pasquale Rotella, no coincidence, had happened into my midsts by way of joining the night crew at DTLA smoke shop, which ran about 5 other stores in within a one-mile radius of each other and scattered it's ten or so employees, including myself across the locations to fulfill the needs of the business, of course, for a humble 17.00 an hour, placing us all exactly on the poverty line and well-below a living wage, which I had dermined did not exist anywhere in the United States anymore. I wanted more than anything to leave, but knowing that if I did leave LA again, I would probably never come back; I felt disturbed and disgusted by the lack of humanity in the city alone, but all knowing full well that the globalist state had altered even Mexico to its standards, and Mexico, being as honest as ever, even to former residents—and especially myself, after being accustomed again to climate control and flushing toilets—was pretty crappy. My stomach pains had crippled me for the last two days, and with the amount of stress and pressure building up I had nothing good left to give the world. At all. Strikingly suicidal, I wanted nothing to do with the with the world around me at all—I wasn't in the right place, I thought, or the right mindset; I had lost all but my last bit of strength and the energy it took to push forward, somehow, still, though, getting out of bed on time and to work early or just on time, but only because my space in a clean warm bed depended on it—just like anyone else in the city. I was fed up with men, women, and only really ever took pure joy in dogs and children; again, at a breaking point, combing the streets for glass to slit my wrists and rest peacefully, wondering how long it would take anybody in LA to notice I was dead and not just another black woman slewn across the streets to sleep in filth (probably awhile), as sometimes the homeless smelled dead and acted like it, too, which seemed enough of a red flag at the time to speak for the white supremacy's outright hatred for people of color; it wasn't simply a homelessness crisis, income inequality, drugs, or mental health; it was a targeted gentrification as it had always been, by the same proprietors: who brought the ancestors of the modern day African Americans overseas to work, in the midsts of slaughtering the ancestors of the modern day native Americans; and there wasn't a thing you could do to convince me that Beverlywood Becky worked just as hard as anyone else did, as she complained daily over her oat milk latte of HOW HARD THINGS ARE, boasting about the cash and prizes she swept up over the holiday season from mommy, daddy, and family galore, and just looking for “the other flavor Elfbar” ‘Excuse me, while I try not to vomit and wonder what the fuck a Christmas stocking is, while trying to be as invisible to white people as we are to them' What the Fuck is a family; Hang me from a tree and cut some turkey It's too early for this shit I need to hurl, I think This lady smells like pee And wants me to buy her something But yo, I'm homeless, too— I mean, I finally got a room, But this is what I go through for it: THE LA CRISIS: UNLEASHED. (Ew) Fuck this, But don't fuck the government; They're already trying to kill us over nothing Nothing's prosperous, no No political ambitions, actually I just want to disappear from this Don't have the energy to work 2 jobs, I need to rest I need to sleep I need to eat more super greens, And honestly, I might just be a vegetarian, Not a vegan, I've been thinking But I dont know; (I don't care anymore) I lost love (It's just not there anymore) I never sold my soul; But for a home alone, I'd probably sell it, And roll over— In the rain, dang Hey, I feel your pain, It's crazy how debilitating Telepathy and empathy can be I need a week at least, Just free from human beings, But 8 billion and counting, damn Your racist grampa's still alive, (and voting) And laws keeps passing, And employers just don't care, Cause they're not there They're somewhere enjoying Self employment, and business ownership Damn, I wish my dad hadn't talked my mom out of the abortion, I'd have more fun never being born Than being born this. Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this. But they say,” you are the world, “ So I guess I ain't shit, I'm racist, And never on vacation — Oh wait, I'm just American, And not some lucky Caucasian Or Asian, With parents who inherited greatness (Or worked harder, in another generation) All my parents ever did was Mix Go. Be a DJ. I don't want to be a DJ. Be a DJ. I don't want to be a DJ. Be a DJ. Das my boss; She make tha bread— I just make croutons Mothsfuckinin genius you could call me Jimmy neutron Not a rapper. A DJ. No, I'm black, so I gotta be a rapper. No, that's not how that works. Not everything is black and white; I just keep writing, day and night I want to blow my brains out, And my heart is turned to ice, If Jesus Christ ever arrives, I really doubt it would be nice. This place is pretty. Right? Alright. Back to the 9-5s I can't smoke crack, but meth sounds nice If it'll help me stay alive And pay my bills on time. I'm kidding. No you're not. Maybe not. I might be living just the same in any city, Check-to-check; I don't need pity— Just a pistol, Or a penny Just remember to remember Jimmy When shit gets interesting, (I pick up every penny, every penny) JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC SORCERER Was that it? Had to be. Are you sure? We need a cosmic sorcerer! There's only one person in the universe who specializes in cosmic soecery! Are you serious? I must be a writer or something. (Or something.) BE A DJ. No. why. Cause I'd have to be skinny and I really like croissants in the morning. Welcome to 30. Cooool. I'm a deadbeat. [beat] Fuck! I'm a loser! Wtf is the world on? Idk. We're in a matrix simulation thingy. TWEAKER Excuse me, do you know how to exit The Scope and The Dome? … TWEAKER I mean—ahem—The Artificial Intelligence Simulation? … … … … NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER@ That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AND WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— Hi— What's your life like? You just killed me; in a drive by— I'm sorry, Don't mind my eyes, miss, I should go blind Shine all night — Your whole life; I'm trying to end mine. My, my, my Must be the end of mh life, life, life Took my seat, Always right in front of me, And I'm always falling behind, hind, hind What's your life like? It might be time to fly (Im in a bind) I just can't live a lie I'm colorblind It might be time to try; But if I cry again, I'll die again inside —- I know we don't talk no more, But— Every other song's about you, You know, you know And I really don't open doors, But I sure know how to close em, Close em I'll never be quite ready for my close up, Hold up; Should probably put my phone up, And grow up, But you know, you know, you know It never gets old, no You know, you know, you know So you're never gonna show up, So what So I'm never gonna blow up, So what And I should probably go, But you know; I'm never really home, Or alone, So you know, You know? Don't blow it (Blow a kiss through the window, before it fogs up) I owe it to you, this one (It's a real long road, and I don't know where it goes) It's not All lonely, and hopeless At least for the moment; I'll spend it on something I love, And I love ya So you're never gonna show up, So what So I'm never gonna blow up, So what And I should probably go, But you know; I'm never really home, Or alone, So you know, You know? —- Oh, a rap song. Fuck, I hate rap I'm not a rapper; I'm a trash can- Blast from the blast, man, On your candid ass camera I'm a black man, Hands up— I'll take your fuckin INT. LA CAFE. 11:55 PM. BLŪ! ORDER FOR BLŪ m. ‘You have to spend it on something you love.' I had been wondering what it could be that I loved so much that I would actually spend them on, the 24-color coded Jimmy Fallons I had collected—each of them my last dollar at some point, and never spent, as a token of faith — some dumb kind of ritual I had begun with no true intention of anything at all, and without an explanation to even myself as of why. I had entirely abandoned Jimmy Fallon's galaxy; actually, I had abandoned all of my creations almost entirely, and though I continued to write, at least most of the time… ‘Fuck, they forgot my tater tots. ‘ I didn't really need them, but paid the extra $4.50 anyhow, as it was almost magical that my burrito and smoothie (considerably, or so, I thought, with the tater tots) had come to $24 — the exact amount of Jimmy Fallon's I had collected in the months I had been in Los Angeles—not that I wasn't growing a bit tired and weary of the place, however, nor could I afford to do anything else, really—or go anywhere that I actually wanted to. I really did love tater tots—and had been craving them ferociously, as the Whole Foods Market had so conveniently stopped making them in the mornings, just as I had run out of the time and energy to show up at the gym as regularly as I wanted or needed. Still, as I planned the following week's fast, I dreamed of my return to Equinox; and somewhat of a return to the normalcy I had built for myself—and though I would never quite be as dazzlingly thin or attractive as Kayla Lauren, I'd at least be closer to my own self—whoever that was, — in the body I was given to work with—or work for; its high maintenance, a handicap well enough worth having—at least, if It meant I might one day be loved again. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It had been raining for nearly two weeks straight, besides for one day, during which I slept through its entirety; I had not been so seriously, physically ill in years— the combination of undue stress from the job I mostly hated, the crippling depression of working full time and still never having enough money for anything, and sharing my living space with 3 other, typically irritating, messy people with seemingly no home training—or perhaps, as I was learning—a common low standard of cleanliness was almost guaranteed amongst any group of people, but especially men; and I was growing to hate and resent men more and more (not that I fancied women any better, but at least respected them for being women.) I hated everyone now, but especially myself— the grand illusion of success had been shattered living amongst the lower drudges of society too long, and working too hard—not that anyone else wasn't—in fact, my coworkers were all tired, overworked, and miserable in some way, which empathically aligned with the way I had been feeling—absorbing every toxic thing that happened into my perception for whatever reason and twisting my world into a hellish nightmare once more; at least I was willing to admit it was partly my fault; I had given up on all of my dreams, just about—abandoning them in exchange for hopes of finally having my own apartment. I just wanted to cook again—to walk around perhaps in the nude, to workout regularly enough that I felt like a human, rather than a ticking time bomb—-and I was, a ticking time bomb—forced to believe in time by the simple notion of clocking in and clocking out just to be able to afford my humanity. It was clear that it wasn't only a homelessness crisis; there seemed to be an honest-to-God race war, blacks littered all over the streets and those of us with any energy left being depleted of it in the trade of modern slavery—most others turning to side hustles, filling in the deficit of the cost of living by selling drugs, or pussy—both of which, by now, I was sure I had no talent for. In fact, I wasn't sure if I had any talent at all; my mantras sank into unrecognizable, unbelievable chatter in the back of my mind, which seemed more delusional than doable—I hadn't stepped foot inside a gym, even for a moment since the new year; I only felt like crying, trying to either figure out a palpable plan for suicide or escape, and though things still seemed to strangely add up, I was still out of sorts and malaligned; I was willing to admit for the first time in years that I actually needed love, rather than just wanted it—and yet the reigning white supremacy seemed to take pride and joy in knowing I'd rather die alone than to set my standards any lower—with my own circumstances too out of range for any one decent to actually consider. I wasn't myself—in fact, I was a little bit of every single person I had been forced to be around, for the worse or for the better, and nothing at all was benefiting me besides the sleep that so easily came after sunrise, even on my nights off—Fridays and Saturday's, which I might have enjoyed, or somehow found a way to work myself into the Los Ángeles DJ circuit, which seemed, again, out of my reach and even tinged with an ever slight hint ot racism as well. A friend of a friend of a friend of Pasquale Rotella, no coincidence, had happened into my midsts by way of joining the night crew at DTLA smoke shop, which ran about 5 other stores in within a one-mile radius of each other and scattered it's ten or so employees, including myself across the locations to fulfill the needs of the business, of course, for a humble 17.00 an hour, placing us all exactly on the poverty line and well-below a living wage, which I had dermined did not exist anywhere in the United States anymore. I wanted more than anything to leave, but knowing that if I did leave LA again, I would probably never come back; I felt disturbed and disgusted by the lack of humanity in the city alone, but all knowing full well that the globalist state had altered even Mexico to its standards, and Mexico, being as honest as ever, even to former residents—and especially myself, after being accustomed again to climate control and flushing toilets—was pretty crappy. My stomach pains had crippled me for the last two days, and with the amount of stress and pressure building up I had nothing good left to give the world. At all. Strikingly suicidal, I wanted nothing to do with the with the world around me at all—I wasn't in the right place, I thought, or the right mindset; I had lost all but my last bit of strength and the energy it took to push forward, somehow, still, though, getting out of bed on time and to work early or just on time, but only because my space in a clean warm bed depended on it—just like anyone else in the city. I was fed up with men, women, and only really ever took pure joy in dogs and children; again, at a breaking point, combing the streets for glass to slit my wrists and rest peacefully, wondering how long it would take anybody in LA to notice I was dead and not just another black woman slewn across the streets to sleep in filth (probably awhile), as sometimes the homeless smelled dead and acted like it, too, which seemed enough of a red flag at the time to speak for the white supremacy's outright hatred for people of color; it wasn't simply a homelessness crisis, income inequality, drugs, or mental health; it was a targeted gentrification as it had always been, by the same proprietors: who brought the ancestors of the modern day African Americans overseas to work, in the midsts of slaughtering the ancestors of the modern day native Americans; and there wasn't a thing you could do to convince me that Beverlywood Becky worked just as hard as anyone else did, as she complained daily over her oat milk latte of HOW HARD THINGS ARE, boasting about the cash and prizes she swept up over the holiday season from mommy, daddy, and family galore, and just looking for “the other flavor Elfbar” ‘Excuse me, while I try not to vomit and wonder what the fuck a Christmas stocking is, while trying to be as invisible to white people as we are to them' What the Fuck is a family; Hang me from a tree and cut some turkey It's too early for this shit I need to hurl, I think This lady smells like pee And wants me to buy her something But yo, I'm homeless, too— I mean, I finally got a room, But this is what I go through for it: THE LA CRISIS: UNLEASHED. (Ew) Fuck this, But don't fuck the government; They're already trying to kill us over nothing Nothing's prosperous, no No political ambitions, actually I just want to disappear from this Don't have the energy to work 2 jobs, I need to rest I need to sleep I need to eat more super greens, And honestly, I might just be a vegetarian, Not a vegan, I've been thinking But I dont know; (I don't care anymore) I lost love (It's just not there anymore) I never sold my soul; But for a home alone, I'd probably sell it, And roll over— In the rain, dang Hey, I feel your pain, It's crazy how debilitating Telepathy and empathy can be I need a week at least, Just free from human beings, But 8 billion and counting, damn Your racist grampa's still alive, (and voting) And laws keeps passing, And employers just don't care, Cause they're not there They're somewhere enjoying Self employment, and business ownership Damn, I wish my dad hadn't talked my mom out of the abortion, I'd have more fun never being born Than being born this. Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this. But they say,” you are the world, “ So I guess I ain't shit, I'm racist, And never on vacation — Oh wait, I'm just American, And not some lucky Caucasian Or Asian, With parents who inherited greatness (Or worked harder, in another generation) All my parents ever did was Mix Go. Be a DJ. I don't want to be a DJ. Be a DJ. I don't want to be a DJ. Be a DJ. Das my boss; She make tha bread— I just make croutons Mothsfuckinin genius you could call me Jimmy neutron Not a rapper. A DJ. No, I'm black, so I gotta be a rapper. No, that's not how that works. Not everything is black and white; I just keep writing, day and night I want to blow my brains out, And my heart is turned to ice, If Jesus Christ ever arrives, I really doubt it would be nice. This place is pretty. Right? Alright. Back to the 9-5s I can't smoke crack, but meth sounds nice If it'll help me stay alive And pay my bills on time. I'm kidding. No you're not. Maybe not. I might be living just the same in any city, Check-to-check; I don't need pity— Just a pistol, Or a penny Just remember to remember Jimmy When shit gets interesting, (I pick up every penny, every penny) JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC SORCERER Was that it? Had to be. Are you sure? We need a cosmic sorcerer! There's only one person in the universe who specializes in cosmic soecery! Are you serious? I must be a writer or something. (Or something.) BE A DJ. No. why. Cause I'd have to be skinny and I really like croissants in the morning. Welcome to 30. Cooool. I'm a deadbeat. [beat] Fuck! I'm a loser! Wtf is the world on? Idk. We're in a matrix simulation thingy. TWEAKER Excuse me, do you know how to exit The Scope and The Dome? … TWEAKER I mean—ahem—The Artificial Intelligence Simulation? … … … … NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER@ That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AND WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— Hi— What's your life like? You just killed me; in a drive by— I'm sorry, Don't mind my eyes, miss, I should go blind Shine all night — Your whole life; I'm trying to end mine. My, my, my Must be the end of mh life, life, life Took my seat, Always right in front of me, And I'm always falling behind, hind, hind What's your life like? It might be time to fly (Im in a bind) I just can't live a lie I'm colorblind It might be time to try; But if I cry again, I'll die again inside —- I know we don't talk no more, But— Every other song's about you, You know, you know And I really don't open doors, But I sure know how to close em, Close em I'll never be quite ready for my close up, Hold up; Should probably put my phone up, And grow up, But you know, you know, you know It never gets old, no You know, you know, you know So you're never gonna show up, So what So I'm never gonna blow up, So what And I should probably go, But you know; I'm never really home, Or alone, So you know, You know? Don't blow it (Blow a kiss through the window, before it fogs up) I owe it to you, this one (It's a real long road, and I don't know where it goes) It's not All lonely, and hopeless At least for the moment; I'll spend it on something I love, And I love ya So you're never gonna show up, So what So I'm never gonna blow up, So what And I should probably go, But you know; I'm never really home, Or alone, So you know, You know? —- Oh, a rap song. Fuck, I hate rap I'm not a rapper; I'm a trash can- Blast from the blast, man, On your candid ass camera I'm a black man, Hands up— I'll take your fuckin INT. LA CAFE. 11:55 PM. BLŪ! ORDER FOR BLŪ m. ‘You have to spend it on something you love.' I had been wondering what it could be that I loved so much that I would actually spend them on, the 24-color coded Jimmy Fallons I had collected—each of them my last dollar at some point, and never spent, as a token of faith — some dumb kind of ritual I had begun with no true intention of anything at all, and without an explanation to even myself as of why. I had entirely abandoned Jimmy Fallon's galaxy; actually, I had abandoned all of my creations almost entirely, and though I continued to write, at least most of the time… ‘Fuck, they forgot my tater tots. ‘ I didn't really need them, but paid the extra $4.50 anyhow, as it was almost magical that my burrito and smoothie (considerably, or so, I thought, with the tater tots) had come to $24 — the exact amount of Jimmy Fallon's I had collected in the months I had been in Los Angeles—not that I wasn't growing a bit tired and weary of the place, however, nor could I afford to do anything else, really—or go anywhere that I actually wanted to. I really did love tater tots—and had been craving them ferociously, as the Whole Foods Market had so conveniently stopped making them in the mornings, just as I had run out of the time and energy to show up at the gym as regularly as I wanted or needed. Still, as I planned the following week's fast, I dreamed of my return to Equinox; and somewhat of a return to the normalcy I had built for myself—and though I would never quite be as dazzlingly thin or attractive as Kayla Lauren, I'd at least be closer to my own self—whoever that was, — in the body I was given to work with—or work for; its high maintenance, a handicap well enough worth having—at least, if It meant I might one day be loved again. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

My name's Bazzle Oh, I'm Blū What'dyou tell her your name was. “Bazzle” Nice. Yeah. WHO THE FUCK WAS I TALKING TO?! MILA KUNIS I WANT MY FUCKING ELFBAR!!!! AGGHHHHHHHH!!! AAAHGHHHHHHHHHHHH EAAHAHHHHHGFGGGHHHB !! Shit, season 6 looks lit It's really lit. This is lit. HOLLYWOOD IS BURNING. MO FIRE, MORE FIRE NO, NO MORE FIRE!!! [A high speed gun chase through DTLA on bird scooters] AH. I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE! I don't get it. He's running around like—like he's on fire. SUPACREE Aah, shit, I'm on fire. Damn. Well, I gotta get to work, so. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more@ Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AMD WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape affiliate, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

My name's Bazzle Oh, I'm Blū What'dyou tell her your name was. “Bazzle” Nice. Yeah. WHO THE FUCK WAS I TALKING TO?! MILA KUNIS I WANT MY FUCKING ELFBAR!!!! AGGHHHHHHHH!!! AAAHGHHHHHHHHHHHH EAAHAHHHHHGFGGGHHHB !! Shit, season 6 looks lit It's really lit. This is lit. HOLLYWOOD IS BURNING. MO FIRE, MORE FIRE NO, NO MORE FIRE!!! [A high speed gun chase through DTLA on bird scooters] AH. I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE! I don't get it. He's running around like—like he's on fire. SUPACREE Aah, shit, I'm on fire. Damn. Well, I gotta get to work, so. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more@ Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AMD WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape affiliate, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

My name's Bazzle Oh, I'm Blū What'dyou tell her your name was. “Bazzle” Nice. Yeah. WHO THE FUCK WAS I TALKING TO?! MILA KUNIS I WANT MY FUCKING ELFBAR!!!! AGGHHHHHHHH!!! AAAHGHHHHHHHHHHHH EAAHAHHHHHGFGGGHHHB !! Shit, season 6 looks lit It's really lit. This is lit. HOLLYWOOD IS BURNING. MO FIRE, MORE FIRE NO, NO MORE FIRE!!! [A high speed gun chase through DTLA on bird scooters] AH. I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE! I don't get it. He's running around like—like he's on fire. SUPACREE Aah, shit, I'm on fire. Damn. Well, I gotta get to work, so. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more@ Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AMD WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape affiliate, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

My name's Bazzle Oh, I'm Blū What'dyou tell her your name was. “Bazzle” Nice. Yeah. WHO THE FUCK WAS I TALKING TO?! MILA KUNIS I WANT MY FUCKING ELFBAR!!!! AGGHHHHHHHH!!! AAAHGHHHHHHHHHHHH EAAHAHHHHHGFGGGHHHB !! Shit, season 6 looks lit It's really lit. This is lit. HOLLYWOOD IS BURNING. MO FIRE, MORE FIRE NO, NO MORE FIRE!!! [A high speed gun chase through DTLA on bird scooters] AH. I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE! I don't get it. He's running around like—like he's on fire. SUPACREE Aah, shit, I'm on fire. Damn. Well, I gotta get to work, so. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more@ Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AMD WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape affiliate, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Glen Horsborough's kitchen vinyl live stream set from Saturday 1st of May.Tracklist1. Juliet Roberts - Caught In The Middle (Gospel Revival Mix)2. Stella Browne - Never Knew Love (Original Mix)3. Mark Knight & Beverley Knight (feat. London Community Gospel Choir) - Everything's Gonna Be Alright (Extended Mix)4. Silosonic - Something (To Make You Feel Alright) (Original Mix)5. Catchment - Trapped (Extended Mix)6. Tensnake - Coma Cat's Bad Habit (Kenny Boyd Remix)7. Mike Newman & Antoine Cortez - Many Times8. Glen Horsborough & Alimish - Yours For Life (Original Mix)9. Bini & Martini - Burning Up (Harvee 2021 Remix)10. The Beginerz - Reckless Girl (Original Mix)11. Soul Divide - Rejoice (Mattei & Omich Remix)12. Ridney, Angie Brown & Richard Earnshaw - Believe (Mighty Mouse Remix)13. Starchaser - Love Will Set You Free (Jambe Myth) (Original Mix)14. N-You-Up Feat. Damon C Scott - Be Enough For U (Original Mix)15. Sandy B - Ain't No Need To Hide (Sam Divine Mix)16. Bizarre Inc - I'm Gonna Get You (Greco Refix)17. ID - You & I (Original Mix)18. ToyBoy & Robin - My Love (feat. Rothwell) (Tommy Vercetti Remix)19. Nightlapse - Sweet Love (feat. Hayley May) (Extended Mix)20. Trutopia - Desire (Extended Mix)21. Tone Troy ft. Sharin - Feeling Me (Original Mix)22. Sonny Fodera x Danny Howard x Andreya Triana - All Or Nothing (Original Mix)23. GotSome - Just A Feeling (Franky Rizardo Remix)24. Ben Delay - Only You (Original Mix)25. Kosheen - Hide U (John Creamer & Stephane K Remix)www.ltbh.co.ukwww.facebook.com/LTBHMusicwww.facebook.com/GlenHorsborough See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

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本文章发布于订阅号：百车全说，订阅号阅读更加方便，欢迎关注最近，极氪001轰动面世了，价格公布的时候，很多人都惊掉了下巴，因为价格实在是太低了，超长续航单电机WE版和长续航双电机WE版28.1万，超长续航双电机YOU版36万，算上官方给出的2021年7月31日前下订可享5000抵20000的活动，等于26.6-34.5万。说实话，这台车自从发布之后，确实影响力挺大的，就连我身边从来不关心汽车的朋友都开始问我，是不是新出了一个叫什么001的电动车。所以，今天我们就来聊一聊这台极氪001，这到底是一台什么样的车？这台车哪个配置最值得买？它的竞争对手有哪些？买完之后有什么需要注意的地方？以及极氪和领克之间的关系是什么？为什么那么多人直呼真香？首先，我们来聊一聊极氪001这台车本身，这到底是一台什么样的车？就目前的账面数据来看，这台车的车身尺寸达到了4970*1999*1560mm，轴距3005mm，而且还是旅行车的设计。在续航方面，长续航双电机WE版有526公里NEDC续航，超长续航单电机WE版712公里，超长续航双电机YOU版606公里，其中后两者配备的是100度电池包，前者配备的是86度电池包，并且这车支持快充。并且，极氪还有专属的360千瓦充电桩，在PPT上也写着“5分钟，120公里续航”，虽然领克这个专属充电桩目前没有任何规模，但是有一个创新点还挺不错的，就是充电枪插入充电口，可以自动识别车辆ID，不需要另外刷卡登陆账户，值得注意的是，终身免费充电只限超长续航双电机YOU版，其他两个版本需要自己花钱充电。此外，就是这台车在早期宣传的时候，号称电池可以“20万公里无衰减”，但是在实际上市之后，由于没有使用这套电池，所以厂家就把这个宣传点给删去了，主要原因是这项技术还没有完全成熟，但是为了无衰减而研发的“负极补锂技术”和“自修复技术”却很有意思，我们可以简单的了解一下。我们都知道，电池从开始使用算起，在整个生命周期内就会不断老化，使得电池的健康度不断下降，就像我们的iPhone手机那样，时间久了就会弹出一条“电池健康度低”的提示，主要原因其实就是电池里的锂离子不断损耗，导致电池容量下降。所以，想要做到所谓的20万公里无衰减，就必须要保证动力电池在这个阶段内，锂离子可以无限趋近甚至达到零损耗，但是零损耗本身就是一个不现实的事情，所以就要通过“补锂技术”和“自修复技术”来满足需要。所谓的“补锂技术”，其实就是当电池里的锂含量不足时，通过外部导入的方式来补充锂离子，这就类似于我们车子没油了去加油一样，但是，现在的技术暂时还无法保证补锂的安全性。比如早在2016年的时候，宁德时代就已经申请了两项专利，他们想在电池的负极表面，通过静电控制的方式去喷洒锂粉，或者是在负极表面覆盖一层薄薄的锂箔，然后通过这种方式进行补锂。然而，不管用哪一种方式去补锂，都很难避免成本高、危险性大的缺点，比如喷洒锂粉的方式，就特别容易引发粉尘爆炸。而所谓的“自修复技术”，就是在电解液层面引入多功能添加剂，依靠化学分子间的协同作用，形成“固体电解质界面膜”，以此减缓电池的衰减速度，这就类似于我们想要保护汽车的漆面，减缓漆面的氧化衰老，就去给汽车贴一层透明车衣一样。当“补锂技术”和“自修复技术”结合在一起之后，一方面可以减缓电池的衰减速度，另一方面即使衰减了，也可以通过人工补充的方式进行补足，属于“又吃粽子又蘸糖”。但是，无论是“补锂技术”也好，还是“自修复技术”也罢，这些都是过渡性的技术，因为今后锂电池的成本会越来越低，容量会越来越大，即便锂电池衰减，但是放在大容量和低价格的面前，似乎就不值一提了……这就好比你走路上丢了1块钱，如果兜里本来就剩个10块，你就会很心疼，但如果你兜里踹了200万，你还会心疼这1块钱吗？并且，今后的电池还会不会继续使用锂电池都是个问号，因为随着科技的不断发展，这些科研大牛说不定哪一天就研制出容量更大、耐用性更强、成本更低、材料更新的电池，到时候锂电池都会变成历史，就像当年的BB机一样。此外，就是我在网上看到有人说这台车为啥不用811电池，我觉得可能更多是出于安全考虑，根据目前已有的信息来看，极氪001使用的是宁德时代出品的“镍55”电池包，也叫“ni55”电池包，这套电池包是由55%的镍、5%的钴以及10%的锰酸锂组成。我们都知道，电池的正极材料中，镍、钴、猛三种元素各司其职，其中的镍主要用于提升容量，钴主要用于稳定结构，而锰是用来改善材料的导电性，电池正极里的镍含量越高，电芯的能量密度就越大，但是随之而来的钴含量越少，就会意味着安全性大大降低，这也是为什么很多人提到811电池都会捏一把汗，就是因为811电池里钴含量较低，使得电池的稳定性不足。所以，这次极氪001一直在宣传，说这套电池有无热蔓延不起火技术，其实主要原因就是在这里，虽然我总觉得这个“镍55”电池本质上还是之前的NCM523电池，但至少镍55电池通过高电压单晶材料，解决了镍5系三元材料能量密度低的痛点，同时也兼顾了安全性，也算是一种进步。同时，配合着主流的CTP技术，也就是无模组技术，可以进一步提升电池包系统的能量密度。这个CTP技术现在主要有两种，一个是比亚迪的刀片电池那种，彻底取消了模组方案，直接一片一片的把电池插进去；另一个是宁德时代正在用的那种，把一个大模组用塑料散热板进行分割，成为一个又一个的小空间，然后再把方壳电芯插进去，以至于我有时候在想，宁德时代的电池包设计师，是不是之前住过胶囊公寓，然后从中获得了灵感。除了电池之外，这次极氪001用的电机分为两种。长续航双电机WE版和超长续航双电机YOU版搭载的前后双永磁同步电机，百公里3.8秒；超长续航单电机WE版搭载的后永磁同步电机，百公里加速6.9秒。其中，电机功率单个都是272马力、384牛米，所以双电机可以达到544马力、768牛米……嗯，简单的加减法。当然，这台车的驾驶辅助系统也值得说道说道。其中免费的基础驾驶辅助系统，主要包含全速段自动巡航控制、带排队功能的自适应巡航、车道居中保持辅助、前向碰撞减缓和盲区监测；而当你多花1.6万元选择增强自动驾驶辅助系统，你可以在原有的基础驾驶辅助系统上，再得到打灯自动变道、大车主动偏移、转向避撞辅助、无人场景自动泊车和遥控泊车的功能；如果你愿意花3.5万去选择完全自动驾驶辅助系统，那你在之前的那些功能基础上，还能再多出高速自主领航、城市自主领航、主动上下匝道、邻车压线主动偏移、红灯刹车辅助这些功能。换言之，你花的钱越多，这台车的智能属性就越强，而为了实现这些智能科技功能，极氪001配备了7NM的Mobileye EyeQ5H双芯片，同时还有800万像素的摄像头、250米的超长感知毫米波雷达、37个高性能感知硬件、15个全车高清摄像头以及厘米级高清地图。所以，极氪001可以说是直接把电动车的价格给干到谷底，尽管极氪001满配的前提是加钱，但是即便你选择了顶配车型，加上最高级别的驾驶辅助系统，整台车算上目前优惠政策之后的价格也就38万整，看看隔壁尺寸差不多的特斯拉Model S，长续航升级版已经卖到了79.999万，然后21寸轮毂还要花42500元去选配，增强版自动辅助驾驶功能要32000元，完全自动驾驶能力要64000元，换言之全选上之后整台车要90万……高下立判。哪个配置最值得买？根据目前的已有的三款配置来看，WE的两个版本基本上就是给你做选择题，是要100度电的电池包来满足长续航，还是要双电机带来的3.8秒百公里加速，而顶配YOU版则相当于这台车的完全体，既有100度电的电池包，也有3.8秒的百公里加速。以至于这台车其实很好选，对性能没有极致要求的，就买超长续航单电机WE版；对性能有追求，但是对续航没有强烈执念的，就买长续航双电机WE版。至于那个最顶配的YOU版，说实话我是不太推荐的，因为官方可以说把各种配置都开放了选配，以至于顶配车型的唯一亮点就是那个100度电的电池包，使得它比WE高性能版多出的80公里续航，以及终身免费充电的权益。所以，如果是我来购买这台车，我会选择28.1万的长续航双电机WE版，因为我对性能有一些执念，然后选配13000元的22寸轮毂带四活塞卡钳、4500元的氮蓝内饰、2万元的空气悬架和6000元的雅马哈音响，算上5000抵20000的活动，裸车价格29.45万。当然，如果你特别喜欢那个自动门，那就得再加15000元。除了极氪001，还有哪些选择？极氪001在正式发布之前，很多人预估这是一款接近50万级别的车，定价上绕开特斯拉Model 3，如果成真，那么极氪001将来只会面对44.8-52.6万的蔚来ET7，以及现在预售40.88万的智己L7。结果，极氪001价格一出来，显然远低于之前的预估价，但是这个价格又一头扎进了Model 3的怀抱，同时还要面对小鹏P7、比亚迪汉，以及极狐阿尔法S这些新车的正面交锋。那么，相比之下，极氪001和这些差不多价位的车又该怎么选，极氪001有什么优势或者劣势呢？以极氪001这样的价格，24.99-33.99万的Model 3绝对是绕不开的一台车，但是定位中大型车的极氪001，在级别上要比中型车Model 3高一级别，而极氪001整体只比Model 3贵了2-3万，听起来就比较划算。首先，几乎可以确定的是，极氪001的空间是要好过Model 3的，车长就长了将近300毫米，轴距长了100多毫米，但是受制于旅行车的溜背造型，极氪001的后排头部空间不如传统三厢轿车，当然Model 3也有溜背线条，所以多少也会有这个问题。续航与性能方面，相近价位下的极氪001其实是更具选择性的，因为28.1万的两个版本，直接对应了不同需求的两类人群：24.99万的Model 3标准续航后驱升级版468公里续航、5.6秒破百，哪哪都不突出，纯粹是一台为了降价而降价的阉割版；而Model 3顶配的Performance高性能全轮驱动版，虽然605公里续航、3.3秒破百，看似性能与续航都有了，但价格也去到了33.99万。这个价格如果再加2万，可以上到极氪001的顶配YOU版，续航、性能各方面都不输Model 3的顶配，同时还有空气悬挂、按摩座椅、YAMAHA音响、智能车门等等配置。但之前也说了，如果选择极氪001，最推荐的还是在28.1万两个版本的基础上再选配，因为它的增强或完全自动驾驶在顶配上也没有搭载。最后说说充电，极氪001虽然有专属快充，但是会不会普及还是个问题，在未来很长一段时间内，更多还是依靠家用充电桩或者第三方充电站，而Model 3就没有这个问题，它的优势在于非常普及的V3超充网络，只是先前特斯拉碰瓷国家电网的事情还犹记于心，所以如果哪天车辆在充电的时候出现问题，我们应该找谁去解决，谁又能好好的给我们解决问题呢？再来说说22.99-40.99万的小鹏P7。小鹏P7是中型车，但体型接近极氪001，轴距也基本相当。它的配置非常繁多，总体上可以分为后驱标准续航、后驱长续航、后驱超长续航、四驱高性能四大类，每一类底下又分出几种配置。如果追求续航，25.49万的后驱超长续航智行版有着全系最高的706公里续航，但这个配置并不推荐，因为大幅度阉割了主动安全，至少也要从26.69万的后驱超长续航智享版开始看，但是续航也变成了670公里，不过问题不大。如果追求性能，33.99万的四驱高性能智享版4.3秒破百，续航也有562公里，但是我更推荐34.99万的四驱高性能智尊版，因为它有XPILOT 3.0硬件，这种超前预埋的硬件未来可以实现更多自动驾驶功能，这么多钱都花了，干脆直接干到底。相比之下，P7的准入门槛更低，但对于注重性能的人而言，极氪001堪称“价格屠夫”，28.1万帮你完成3.8秒破百的愿望，放在小鹏P7上就要收你30多万了。在电动车的消费群体中，还真有相当一部分是冲着加速去的，他们就希望花最少的钱，去蹦掉那些百万级的性能车，然后挥挥手深藏功与名。接着是22.98-27.95万的比亚迪汉EV。与极氪001一样，这也是一款中大型车，车长稍长，轴距短些。它一共就三款配置，22.98和25.58万的超长续航版豪华型和尊贵型，605公里续航、7.9秒破百，27.95万的四驱高性能版旗舰型，550公里续航、3.9秒破百。汉EV可能每一项都不是最强的，但是定价便宜，最低配的主动安全配置就不差，28万不到就直接买到顶配了，并且汉EV与主流电动车不同，它采用的是磷酸铁锂电池，优势在于稳定性更高、抗衰减能力更强，但三元锂电池如今大量普及，稳定性不是什么大问题。比亚迪玩电动就像是一股“清流”，它走得更像是传统燃油车企的路线，技术上没有新造车势力那么激进，没有那么多花里胡哨的噱头。不过，汉EV与极氪001并非一个价位的产品，如果你的预算差了那么一点儿，那么汉EV倒是个不错的选择。最后说一款新车，极狐阿尔法S，定价25.19-42.99万。这是一款中大型车，车长4930毫米，轴距2915毫米。很多人对这车不了解，其实它不算新造车势力，而是属于北汽新能源，而北汽又是国内较早一批做新能源的车企。这车有两款525公里续航的入门配置拉低售价，分别是25.19万的525S和26.89万的525S+；再往上是定价28.19万、续航708公里的708S+，以及定价34.49万、续航603公里、4.2秒破百的顶配603H。不过，这车最大的看点在于上海车展刚刚发布的华为版，38.89万的华为HI基础版与42.99万的华为HI高阶版，一方面有3.5秒破百的性能，另一方面是它采用了鸿蒙OS系统的智能车机，并且它的自动驾驶也是与华为的，在量产车中均是首次搭载。所以，单是冲着智能属性这一块来看，极狐阿尔法S其实就已经站在了台阶上方，尤其是华为HI高阶版的自动驾驶，网上有一段7、8分钟的路测视频，可以称作完全的自动驾驶了，它应对“中国特色”路况的能力非常强，比如堵成一团的小街小巷、对面迎头冲来的压线车辆、横冲直撞的电动车，都不是什么问题，基本上只要设定一个目的地，双手离开方向盘，车辆就会自动到达终点。但是，目前看来极狐阿尔法S虽然自动驾驶很强，可价格我觉得还是有下调空间的，所以这车的风头现在完全被极氪001盖过了。极氪001还有什么要注意的地方？首先，极氪001全系标配无框车门，理论上无框车门的密闭性是劣势，行驶时传进驾驶室的风噪和胎噪会比一般车门要大，毕竟凹造型也是要付出一点代价的。当然，无框车门已经不是什么新奇玩意了，技术成熟且运用车型非常广泛，况且全车隔音是一项系统性工程，车门结构的先天劣势完全可以通过其他方面来弥补，这台车的噪音控制到底怎么样，等实车交付之后我要去好好体验一下。其次，极氪001的顶配车型搭载了“智能感应自动门”，这个电动门还挺高端的，会自动感应开启和关闭，同时内置雷达，可以实现防夹、防撞以及开门角度速度记忆等功能，理论上在停车场立柱旁开门也不用担心车门被撞。很多人担心它的可靠性，实际上诸如特斯拉Model X的鸥翼门、奔驰EQS的那个电动门，都是由电动控制，技术不成熟是不敢随便乱用的，即使在极端情况下被困车内，也可以通过车门上的手动门把手打开车门。最后，顶配车型上配备的空气悬挂，这一般是豪车才有的配置，但很多时候它也非常娇气，有可能到了一定里程之后就会出问题，所以一定要定期检查、维护、保养，做好气罐的水汽分离，同时注意避震器上的气包是否漏气，早发现、早修复，万一到时候彻底坏了，维修费用可是相当高昂的，随便就是上万的修理账单。不过这个空气悬挂是真的香，目前还不清楚这套空气悬挂是用高度尺记忆还是气压记忆，但是不管用哪种方式进行高度设定，都有办法能够基于这套原厂空气悬挂来玩儿“低趴”，如果再原厂选配个22寸的大轮毂，或者自己优化升级一下……啧啧啧，太美了。极氪是一家什么样的公司？简单来说，极氪由吉利汽车与吉利控股集团共同投资成立，它与领克属于一种兄弟关系，都是吉利旗下的子品牌，就连设计语言也都是高度相似的，只不过领克着眼于当下，主打15-25万的燃油车市场，而极氪定位高于领克，同时注重的是未来的新能源市场，主打纯电车型以及无人驾驶出行车。所以，极氪的第一台车必须要有创新，以至于他们将极氪001做成目前非常小众、但热度很高的旅行车，其实也不算很奇怪。实际上，极氪001的原型车就是领克的ZERO概念车，之前车头挂的还是领克的车标，一度被认为是领克的首款纯电车型，如今突然被归为极氪品牌，我觉得这说明吉利对未来市场的新能源布局发生了变化。毕竟，领克的品牌调性已经定性，超过25万的领克车很难让人买账，但现在高端自主电动车越来越多，不像自主燃油车还有一个20万的价格天花板，在电动车这块愿意花几十万买国产的人并不少，吉利一开始就给极氪起了一个比较高的调子，也给未来的新出车型留下了充足的定价空间，同时也算是品牌上的一次向上突破。音频图文更新在订阅号：百车全说每期抽三条留言，每人赠168元的“芥末绿”燃油添加剂一瓶点击订阅，每周三，周六更新会有提醒新听友可以搜索：百车全说2014，百车全说2015，百车全说2016，往期300多个小时的节目可供收听

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本文章发布于订阅号：百车全说，订阅号阅读更加方便，欢迎关注最近，极氪001轰动面世了，价格公布的时候，很多人都惊掉了下巴，因为价格实在是太低了，超长续航单电机WE版和长续航双电机WE版28.1万，超长续航双电机YOU版36万，算上官方给出的2021年7月31日前下订可享5000抵20000的活动，等于26.6-34.5万。说实话，这台车自从发布之后，确实影响力挺大的，就连我身边从来不关心汽车的朋友都开始问我，是不是新出了一个叫什么001的电动车。所以，今天我们就来聊一聊这台极氪001，这到底是一台什么样的车？这台车哪个配置最值得买？它的竞争对手有哪些？买完之后有什么需要注意的地方？以及极氪和领克之间的关系是什么？为什么那么多人直呼真香？首先，我们来聊一聊极氪001这台车本身，这到底是一台什么样的车？就目前的账面数据来看，这台车的车身尺寸达到了4970*1999*1560mm，轴距3005mm，而且还是旅行车的设计。在续航方面，长续航双电机WE版有526公里NEDC续航，超长续航单电机WE版712公里，超长续航双电机YOU版606公里，其中后两者配备的是100度电池包，前者配备的是86度电池包，并且这车支持快充。并且，极氪还有专属的360千瓦充电桩，在PPT上也写着“5分钟，120公里续航”，虽然领克这个专属充电桩目前没有任何规模，但是有一个创新点还挺不错的，就是充电枪插入充电口，可以自动识别车辆ID，不需要另外刷卡登陆账户，值得注意的是，终身免费充电只限超长续航双电机YOU版，其他两个版本需要自己花钱充电。此外，就是这台车在早期宣传的时候，号称电池可以“20万公里无衰减”，但是在实际上市之后，由于没有使用这套电池，所以厂家就把这个宣传点给删去了，主要原因是这项技术还没有完全成熟，但是为了无衰减而研发的“负极补锂技术”和“自修复技术”却很有意思，我们可以简单的了解一下。我们都知道，电池从开始使用算起，在整个生命周期内就会不断老化，使得电池的健康度不断下降，就像我们的iPhone手机那样，时间久了就会弹出一条“电池健康度低”的提示，主要原因其实就是电池里的锂离子不断损耗，导致电池容量下降。所以，想要做到所谓的20万公里无衰减，就必须要保证动力电池在这个阶段内，锂离子可以无限趋近甚至达到零损耗，但是零损耗本身就是一个不现实的事情，所以就要通过“补锂技术”和“自修复技术”来满足需要。所谓的“补锂技术”，其实就是当电池里的锂含量不足时，通过外部导入的方式来补充锂离子，这就类似于我们车子没油了去加油一样，但是，现在的技术暂时还无法保证补锂的安全性。比如早在2016年的时候，宁德时代就已经申请了两项专利，他们想在电池的负极表面，通过静电控制的方式去喷洒锂粉，或者是在负极表面覆盖一层薄薄的锂箔，然后通过这种方式进行补锂。然而，不管用哪一种方式去补锂，都很难避免成本高、危险性大的缺点，比如喷洒锂粉的方式，就特别容易引发粉尘爆炸。而所谓的“自修复技术”，就是在电解液层面引入多功能添加剂，依靠化学分子间的协同作用，形成“固体电解质界面膜”，以此减缓电池的衰减速度，这就类似于我们想要保护汽车的漆面，减缓漆面的氧化衰老，就去给汽车贴一层透明车衣一样。当“补锂技术”和“自修复技术”结合在一起之后，一方面可以减缓电池的衰减速度，另一方面即使衰减了，也可以通过人工补充的方式进行补足，属于“又吃粽子又蘸糖”。但是，无论是“补锂技术”也好，还是“自修复技术”也罢，这些都是过渡性的技术，因为今后锂电池的成本会越来越低，容量会越来越大，即便锂电池衰减，但是放在大容量和低价格的面前，似乎就不值一提了……这就好比你走路上丢了1块钱，如果兜里本来就剩个10块，你就会很心疼，但如果你兜里踹了200万，你还会心疼这1块钱吗？并且，今后的电池还会不会继续使用锂电池都是个问号，因为随着科技的不断发展，这些科研大牛说不定哪一天就研制出容量更大、耐用性更强、成本更低、材料更新的电池，到时候锂电池都会变成历史，就像当年的BB机一样。此外，就是我在网上看到有人说这台车为啥不用811电池，我觉得可能更多是出于安全考虑，根据目前已有的信息来看，极氪001使用的是宁德时代出品的“镍55”电池包，也叫“ni55”电池包，这套电池包是由55%的镍、5%的钴以及10%的锰酸锂组成。我们都知道，电池的正极材料中，镍、钴、猛三种元素各司其职，其中的镍主要用于提升容量，钴主要用于稳定结构，而锰是用来改善材料的导电性，电池正极里的镍含量越高，电芯的能量密度就越大，但是随之而来的钴含量越少，就会意味着安全性大大降低，这也是为什么很多人提到811电池都会捏一把汗，就是因为811电池里钴含量较低，使得电池的稳定性不足。所以，这次极氪001一直在宣传，说这套电池有无热蔓延不起火技术，其实主要原因就是在这里，虽然我总觉得这个“镍55”电池本质上还是之前的NCM523电池，但至少镍55电池通过高电压单晶材料，解决了镍5系三元材料能量密度低的痛点，同时也兼顾了安全性，也算是一种进步。同时，配合着主流的CTP技术，也就是无模组技术，可以进一步提升电池包系统的能量密度。这个CTP技术现在主要有两种，一个是比亚迪的刀片电池那种，彻底取消了模组方案，直接一片一片的把电池插进去；另一个是宁德时代正在用的那种，把一个大模组用塑料散热板进行分割，成为一个又一个的小空间，然后再把方壳电芯插进去，以至于我有时候在想，宁德时代的电池包设计师，是不是之前住过胶囊公寓，然后从中获得了灵感。除了电池之外，这次极氪001用的电机分为两种。长续航双电机WE版和超长续航双电机YOU版搭载的前后双永磁同步电机，百公里3.8秒；超长续航单电机WE版搭载的后永磁同步电机，百公里加速6.9秒。其中，电机功率单个都是272马力、384牛米，所以双电机可以达到544马力、768牛米……嗯，简单的加减法。当然，这台车的驾驶辅助系统也值得说道说道。其中免费的基础驾驶辅助系统，主要包含全速段自动巡航控制、带排队功能的自适应巡航、车道居中保持辅助、前向碰撞减缓和盲区监测；而当你多花1.6万元选择增强自动驾驶辅助系统，你可以在原有的基础驾驶辅助系统上，再得到打灯自动变道、大车主动偏移、转向避撞辅助、无人场景自动泊车和遥控泊车的功能；如果你愿意花3.5万去选择完全自动驾驶辅助系统，那你在之前的那些功能基础上，还能再多出高速自主领航、城市自主领航、主动上下匝道、邻车压线主动偏移、红灯刹车辅助这些功能。换言之，你花的钱越多，这台车的智能属性就越强，而为了实现这些智能科技功能，极氪001配备了7NM的Mobileye EyeQ5H双芯片，同时还有800万像素的摄像头、250米的超长感知毫米波雷达、37个高性能感知硬件、15个全车高清摄像头以及厘米级高清地图。所以，极氪001可以说是直接把电动车的价格给干到谷底，尽管极氪001满配的前提是加钱，但是即便你选择了顶配车型，加上最高级别的驾驶辅助系统，整台车算上目前优惠政策之后的价格也就38万整，看看隔壁尺寸差不多的特斯拉Model S，长续航升级版已经卖到了79.999万，然后21寸轮毂还要花42500元去选配，增强版自动辅助驾驶功能要32000元，完全自动驾驶能力要64000元，换言之全选上之后整台车要90万……高下立判。哪个配置最值得买？根据目前的已有的三款配置来看，WE的两个版本基本上就是给你做选择题，是要100度电的电池包来满足长续航，还是要双电机带来的3.8秒百公里加速，而顶配YOU版则相当于这台车的完全体，既有100度电的电池包，也有3.8秒的百公里加速。以至于这台车其实很好选，对性能没有极致要求的，就买超长续航单电机WE版；对性能有追求，但是对续航没有强烈执念的，就买长续航双电机WE版。至于那个最顶配的YOU版，说实话我是不太推荐的，因为官方可以说把各种配置都开放了选配，以至于顶配车型的唯一亮点就是那个100度电的电池包，使得它比WE高性能版多出的80公里续航，以及终身免费充电的权益。所以，如果是我来购买这台车，我会选择28.1万的长续航双电机WE版，因为我对性能有一些执念，然后选配13000元的22寸轮毂带四活塞卡钳、4500元的氮蓝内饰、2万元的空气悬架和6000元的雅马哈音响，算上5000抵20000的活动，裸车价格29.45万。当然，如果你特别喜欢那个自动门，那就得再加15000元。除了极氪001，还有哪些选择？极氪001在正式发布之前，很多人预估这是一款接近50万级别的车，定价上绕开特斯拉Model 3，如果成真，那么极氪001将来只会面对44.8-52.6万的蔚来ET7，以及现在预售40.88万的智己L7。结果，极氪001价格一出来，显然远低于之前的预估价，但是这个价格又一头扎进了Model 3的怀抱，同时还要面对小鹏P7、比亚迪汉，以及极狐阿尔法S这些新车的正面交锋。那么，相比之下，极氪001和这些差不多价位的车又该怎么选，极氪001有什么优势或者劣势呢？以极氪001这样的价格，24.99-33.99万的Model 3绝对是绕不开的一台车，但是定位中大型车的极氪001，在级别上要比中型车Model 3高一级别，而极氪001整体只比Model 3贵了2-3万，听起来就比较划算。首先，几乎可以确定的是，极氪001的空间是要好过Model 3的，车长就长了将近300毫米，轴距长了100多毫米，但是受制于旅行车的溜背造型，极氪001的后排头部空间不如传统三厢轿车，当然Model 3也有溜背线条，所以多少也会有这个问题。续航与性能方面，相近价位下的极氪001其实是更具选择性的，因为28.1万的两个版本，直接对应了不同需求的两类人群：24.99万的Model 3标准续航后驱升级版468公里续航、5.6秒破百，哪哪都不突出，纯粹是一台为了降价而降价的阉割版；而Model 3顶配的Performance高性能全轮驱动版，虽然605公里续航、3.3秒破百，看似性能与续航都有了，但价格也去到了33.99万。这个价格如果再加2万，可以上到极氪001的顶配YOU版，续航、性能各方面都不输Model 3的顶配，同时还有空气悬挂、按摩座椅、YAMAHA音响、智能车门等等配置。但之前也说了，如果选择极氪001，最推荐的还是在28.1万两个版本的基础上再选配，因为它的增强或完全自动驾驶在顶配上也没有搭载。最后说说充电，极氪001虽然有专属快充，但是会不会普及还是个问题，在未来很长一段时间内，更多还是依靠家用充电桩或者第三方充电站，而Model 3就没有这个问题，它的优势在于非常普及的V3超充网络，只是先前特斯拉碰瓷国家电网的事情还犹记于心，所以如果哪天车辆在充电的时候出现问题，我们应该找谁去解决，谁又能好好的给我们解决问题呢？再来说说22.99-40.99万的小鹏P7。小鹏P7是中型车，但体型接近极氪001，轴距也基本相当。它的配置非常繁多，总体上可以分为后驱标准续航、后驱长续航、后驱超长续航、四驱高性能四大类，每一类底下又分出几种配置。如果追求续航，25.49万的后驱超长续航智行版有着全系最高的706公里续航，但这个配置并不推荐，因为大幅度阉割了主动安全，至少也要从26.69万的后驱超长续航智享版开始看，但是续航也变成了670公里，不过问题不大。如果追求性能，33.99万的四驱高性能智享版4.3秒破百，续航也有562公里，但是我更推荐34.99万的四驱高性能智尊版，因为它有XPILOT 3.0硬件，这种超前预埋的硬件未来可以实现更多自动驾驶功能，这么多钱都花了，干脆直接干到底。相比之下，P7的准入门槛更低，但对于注重性能的人而言，极氪001堪称“价格屠夫”，28.1万帮你完成3.8秒破百的愿望，放在小鹏P7上就要收你30多万了。在电动车的消费群体中，还真有相当一部分是冲着加速去的，他们就希望花最少的钱，去蹦掉那些百万级的性能车，然后挥挥手深藏功与名。接着是22.98-27.95万的比亚迪汉EV。与极氪001一样，这也是一款中大型车，车长稍长，轴距短些。它一共就三款配置，22.98和25.58万的超长续航版豪华型和尊贵型，605公里续航、7.9秒破百，27.95万的四驱高性能版旗舰型，550公里续航、3.9秒破百。汉EV可能每一项都不是最强的，但是定价便宜，最低配的主动安全配置就不差，28万不到就直接买到顶配了，并且汉EV与主流电动车不同，它采用的是磷酸铁锂电池，优势在于稳定性更高、抗衰减能力更强，但三元锂电池如今大量普及，稳定性不是什么大问题。比亚迪玩电动就像是一股“清流”，它走得更像是传统燃油车企的路线，技术上没有新造车势力那么激进，没有那么多花里胡哨的噱头。不过，汉EV与极氪001并非一个价位的产品，如果你的预算差了那么一点儿，那么汉EV倒是个不错的选择。最后说一款新车，极狐阿尔法S，定价25.19-42.99万。这是一款中大型车，车长4930毫米，轴距2915毫米。很多人对这车不了解，其实它不算新造车势力，而是属于北汽新能源，而北汽又是国内较早一批做新能源的车企。这车有两款525公里续航的入门配置拉低售价，分别是25.19万的525S和26.89万的525S+；再往上是定价28.19万、续航708公里的708S+，以及定价34.49万、续航603公里、4.2秒破百的顶配603H。不过，这车最大的看点在于上海车展刚刚发布的华为版，38.89万的华为HI基础版与42.99万的华为HI高阶版，一方面有3.5秒破百的性能，另一方面是它采用了鸿蒙OS系统的智能车机，并且它的自动驾驶也是与华为的，在量产车中均是首次搭载。所以，单是冲着智能属性这一块来看，极狐阿尔法S其实就已经站在了台阶上方，尤其是华为HI高阶版的自动驾驶，网上有一段7、8分钟的路测视频，可以称作完全的自动驾驶了，它应对“中国特色”路况的能力非常强，比如堵成一团的小街小巷、对面迎头冲来的压线车辆、横冲直撞的电动车，都不是什么问题，基本上只要设定一个目的地，双手离开方向盘，车辆就会自动到达终点。但是，目前看来极狐阿尔法S虽然自动驾驶很强，可价格我觉得还是有下调空间的，所以这车的风头现在完全被极氪001盖过了。极氪001还有什么要注意的地方？首先，极氪001全系标配无框车门，理论上无框车门的密闭性是劣势，行驶时传进驾驶室的风噪和胎噪会比一般车门要大，毕竟凹造型也是要付出一点代价的。当然，无框车门已经不是什么新奇玩意了，技术成熟且运用车型非常广泛，况且全车隔音是一项系统性工程，车门结构的先天劣势完全可以通过其他方面来弥补，这台车的噪音控制到底怎么样，等实车交付之后我要去好好体验一下。其次，极氪001的顶配车型搭载了“智能感应自动门”，这个电动门还挺高端的，会自动感应开启和关闭，同时内置雷达，可以实现防夹、防撞以及开门角度速度记忆等功能，理论上在停车场立柱旁开门也不用担心车门被撞。很多人担心它的可靠性，实际上诸如特斯拉Model X的鸥翼门、奔驰EQS的那个电动门，都是由电动控制，技术不成熟是不敢随便乱用的，即使在极端情况下被困车内，也可以通过车门上的手动门把手打开车门。最后，顶配车型上配备的空气悬挂，这一般是豪车才有的配置，但很多时候它也非常娇气，有可能到了一定里程之后就会出问题，所以一定要定期检查、维护、保养，做好气罐的水汽分离，同时注意避震器上的气包是否漏气，早发现、早修复，万一到时候彻底坏了，维修费用可是相当高昂的，随便就是上万的修理账单。不过这个空气悬挂是真的香，目前还不清楚这套空气悬挂是用高度尺记忆还是气压记忆，但是不管用哪种方式进行高度设定，都有办法能够基于这套原厂空气悬挂来玩儿“低趴”，如果再原厂选配个22寸的大轮毂，或者自己优化升级一下……啧啧啧，太美了。极氪是一家什么样的公司？简单来说，极氪由吉利汽车与吉利控股集团共同投资成立，它与领克属于一种兄弟关系，都是吉利旗下的子品牌，就连设计语言也都是高度相似的，只不过领克着眼于当下，主打15-25万的燃油车市场，而极氪定位高于领克，同时注重的是未来的新能源市场，主打纯电车型以及无人驾驶出行车。所以，极氪的第一台车必须要有创新，以至于他们将极氪001做成目前非常小众、但热度很高的旅行车，其实也不算很奇怪。实际上，极氪001的原型车就是领克的ZERO概念车，之前车头挂的还是领克的车标，一度被认为是领克的首款纯电车型，如今突然被归为极氪品牌，我觉得这说明吉利对未来市场的新能源布局发生了变化。毕竟，领克的品牌调性已经定性，超过25万的领克车很难让人买账，但现在高端自主电动车越来越多，不像自主燃油车还有一个20万的价格天花板，在电动车这块愿意花几十万买国产的人并不少，吉利一开始就给极氪起了一个比较高的调子，也给未来的新出车型留下了充足的定价空间，同时也算是品牌上的一次向上突破。音频图文更新在订阅号：百车全说每期抽三条留言，每人赠168元的“芥末绿”燃油添加剂一瓶点击订阅，每周三，周六更新会有提醒新听友可以搜索：百车全说2014，百车全说2015，百车全说2016，往期300多个小时的节目可供收听

We have reached the end of our Batventure! While it’s tempting to tell you that this is the most bananas conclusion ever, the truth is that this final installment of the script sort of settles down. It’s still… weird… but it never again reached the insane heights of the previous couple episodes. Why on Earth would we be so honest? Because we respect you, we know you’ll listen because you love the show and, most importantly, it doesn’t matter… after 5 episodes, you KNOW you need to know how it ends! Will Robin be introduced? Will the Joker be teased? Does Batman carry a picture ID? You’ll have to listen to find out!Give us a review on your platform of choice! Here's an easy link to help: https://ratethispodcast.com/tablereadsAlso: Don’t forget that our patrons can join us on a livestream while we record these episodes roughly a month in advance! They also get early access to posted episodes, AD FREE. Just head on over to www.patreon.com/TableReads and make a pledge! We’ll love you whether you do or not, but becoming a patron is the best way not to get friend-zoned. Our episodes are also available as in-studio videos on YouTube! Just go to YouTube.tablereadspodcast.com and subscribe!As always, you can reach out to us on Twitter @TheTableReads or find us on Facebook at www.Facebook.com/Tablereads Or you can find us anywhere on the internet by going to https://linktr.ee/tablereadsIf you’d like more information on this script, our friends over at Screenplay Archaeology did a whole episode on it, which you can find here: https://screenplayarchaeology.podbean.com/e/screenplay-archaeology-episode-4-batman-year-one/

01. David Guetta & Tom Staar - This Ain't Techno (Extended Mix)02. Dannic - Whip (This Is House)03. Tough Love feat. Marshall Jefferson - Get Girls (Extended Mix)04. AXA & Hutch - Smashin Beats05. Chris Lake - Stay With Me (Extended)06. Jack Back - (It Happens) Sometimes [OFFAIAH Club Mix]07. Laidback Luke & Keanu Silva - Oh Yes (Rockin' With The Best) [RetroVision Remix]08. David Guetta feat Raye - Stay (Don't Go Away) (Extended)09. Oliver Heldens & Lenno - This Groove (David Penn Extended Remix)10. PNAU - Solid Gold feat. Kira Divine & Marques Toliver (Illyus & Barrientos Extended Mix)11. ID - You & Me (Extended Mix)12. MDE - Myths (Club Mix)13. Danny Rhys - Electric Frequencies (Original Mix)14. Dr Dre ft Snoop Dogg - Still D.R.E. (Bruno Be & Lazy Bear Boot)

1. Madeon - All My Friends 2. Tiesto & Jonas Blue - Ritual (feat. Rita Ora) 3. MRK - Break Up (feat. Kelsey Gill) 4. Sigrid - Mine Right Now (Simon Hardy Remix) 5. Ellie Goulding - Sixteen (99 Souls Remix) 6. Nathan Dawe - Repeat After Me 7. Rich James & Pyro - Bad Love 8. ID - You & Me 9. KREAM & Eden Prince - Ain't Thinkin Bout You (feat. Louisa) 10. Biray - Count On You 11. Madison Mars - Back To You 12. Panoptiqum - Just Good 13. Blaze U & Dexum - Oh Baby 14. Maximals & PP CULTUR - All Of Me 15. MqT - Leave A Light On 16. Yves V - My Friend 17. MOTi x GLN & Mark Vox - Be With You 18. Dj Licious - Naked (RetroVision Mix) 19. Tony Romera - I Can't 20. Pixel Terror - Soda (feat. itsreallyelijah) 21. Rootkit - Voyage (Kage Remix) 22. Habstrakt - Infinite 23. SLANDER & Said The Sky - Potions (feat. JT Roach)

1. Madeon - All My Friends 2. Tiesto & Jonas Blue - Ritual (feat. Rita Ora) 3. MRK - Break Up (feat. Kelsey Gill) 4. Sigrid - Mine Right Now (Simon Hardy Remix) 5. Ellie Goulding - Sixteen (99 Souls Remix) 6. Nathan Dawe - Repeat After Me 7. Rich James & Pyro - Bad Love 8. ID - You & Me 9. KREAM & Eden Prince - Ain't Thinkin Bout You (feat. Louisa) 10. Biray - Count On You 11. Madison Mars - Back To You 12. Panoptiqum - Just Good 13. Blaze U & Dexum - Oh Baby 14. Maximals & PP CULTUR - All Of Me 15. MqT - Leave A Light On 16. Yves V - My Friend 17. MOTi x GLN & Mark Vox - Be With You 18. Dj Licious - Naked (RetroVision Mix) 19. Tony Romera - I Can't 20. Pixel Terror - Soda (feat. itsreallyelijah) 21. Rootkit - Voyage (Kage Remix) 22. Habstrakt - Infinite 23. SLANDER & Said The Sky - Potions (feat. JT Roach)

01. Josto, Coxs - Whistle 02. Bingo Players - 1000 Years (Robin Aristo Remix) 03. Yves V - My Friend (Extended Mix) 04. Stage Rockers & Thorns feat. Mingue - This Is Love (Extended Mix) 05. ID - You & Me (Extended Mix) 06. Asketa & Natan Chaim x ALIII - Never (Extended Version) 07. Deepend x Joe Stone x Bazzflow - If You Love Me (Joe Stone VIP Mix) 08. Dimitri Vangelis & Wyman x Dzeko - The King 09. Quintino & Sandro Silva - EPIC (DIMARO Remix) 10. Swanky Tunes - Take Me Away (Extended Mix) 11. Daddy's Groove - Been A Long Time (David Puentez Remix) 12. The Kronomys & Nitram - MVNERA (Extended Mix) 13. Blaze U - The Path (Extended Mix) 14. Skytech & DNF - Touching Me (Extended Edit) CLASSIC OF THE WEEK 15. Ultra Nate - Free (Mood II Swing Extended Vocal Mix)

SET LIST 01 - The Him feat. Maria Hazell - Found Me (Extended Mix) [SPINNIN'] 02 - Katy Perry - Chained To The Rhythm (Oliver Heldens Remix) [CAPITOL RECORDS] 03 - Mason feat. Gem Cooke - Drowning In Your Love (Extended Mix) [ANOTHER RHYTHM] 04 - Meduza - Piece Of Your Heart (Extended) [UNIVERSAL UK X POLYDOR VIRGIN] 05 - Sam Feldt x Kate Ryan - Gold (Extended Club Mix) [SPINNIN] 06 - Robin Schulz feat. Francesco Yates - Sugar (EDX's Ibiza Sunrise Remix EDIT) [WARNER] 07 - Pizzolo, JOMAQ - Down Under (Extended Remix) [INDEPENDENT] 08 - Nora En Pure feat. Ashibah - We Found Love (Extended Mix) [SPINNIN] 09 - Avicii feat. Aloe Blacc - SOS (Laidback Luke Tribute Remix) [UNIVERSAL] 10 - The Magician feat. Years & Years - Sunlight (EDIT) [FFRR] 11 - Purple Disco Machine - Body Funk (Claptone Extended Mix) [CLUB SWEAT] 12 - Ellis - Need U Now (Extended Mix) [SPINNIN'] 13 - George Ezra - Pretty Shiny People (Jack Wins Extended Mix) [COLUMBIA RECORDS] 14 - Marshmello feat. Bastille - Happier (Breathe Carolina Remix) [ASTRALWERS] 15 - Famba - Swear to God (Dallerium Remix Extended) [SONY MUSIC] 16 - ID - You & Me (Extended Mix) [PROTOCOL RECORDINGS] 17 - DVBBS & CMC$ feat. Gia Koka - Not Going Home (Jad Alexander Remix) [ULTRA]

Hottest electronic dance music by Johnny Beast delivers you a weekly radio show. Thrilling 60 minutes of their biggest tracks and hottest remixes are waiting for you. From Russia with love! 01. Dominica - I Gotta Let U Go (David Puentez Extended Mix) 02. Blaze U - The Path (Extended Mix) 03. MOTi x GLN & Mark Vox - Be With You (Extended Mix) 04. Yves V - My Friend (Extended Mix) 05. Sagan - Lowly (feat. Sam Russell) (Extended Mix) 06. Will Fast - Affinity (Original Mix) 07. Jordan Jay & STVCKS - Free (Extended Mix) 08. KiTT - Flash (Extended Mix) 09. Jasted & Mike Bocki - Pretty Can't You See (Extended Mix) 10. Laidback Luke & Keanu Silva - Oh Yes (Rockin' With The Best) (Raven & Kreyn Remix) 11. Loopers - Deep Inside (Extended Version) 12. Mike Williams feat. Maia Wright - Wait For You (Extended VIP Mix) 13. Tim Tailor - Rockbeat (Original Mix) 14. R3SPAWN & Mutiny - Trippin (Extended Mix) 15. RudeLies - Old Fashioned (Stephan Remix) 16. Seth Hills - Infinite (Extended Mix) 17. Stupid Goldfish - Show You (Original Mix) 18. Main Circus - BRRAH! (Extended Mix) 19. Knife Party - No Saint (Original Mix) 20. Axa - Money Money (Original Mix) 21. ID - You & Me (Extended Mix)

Hottest electronic dance music by Johnny Beast delivers you a weekly radio show. Thrilling 60 minutes of their biggest tracks and hottest remixes are waiting for you. From Russia with love! 01. Dominica - I Gotta Let U Go (David Puentez Extended Mix) 02. Blaze U - The Path (Extended Mix) 03. MOTi x GLN & Mark Vox - Be With You (Extended Mix) 04. Yves V - My Friend (Extended Mix) 05. Sagan - Lowly (feat. Sam Russell) (Extended Mix) 06. Will Fast - Affinity (Original Mix) 07. Jordan Jay & STVCKS - Free (Extended Mix) 08. KiTT - Flash (Extended Mix) 09. Jasted & Mike Bocki - Pretty Can't You See (Extended Mix) 10. Laidback Luke & Keanu Silva - Oh Yes (Rockin' With The Best) (Raven & Kreyn Remix) 11. Loopers - Deep Inside (Extended Version) 12. Mike Williams feat. Maia Wright - Wait For You (Extended VIP Mix) 13. Tim Tailor - Rockbeat (Original Mix) 14. R3SPAWN & Mutiny - Trippin (Extended Mix) 15. RudeLies - Old Fashioned (Stephan Remix) 16. Seth Hills - Infinite (Extended Mix) 17. Stupid Goldfish - Show You (Original Mix) 18. Main Circus - BRRAH! (Extended Mix) 19. Knife Party - No Saint (Original Mix) 20. Axa - Money Money (Original Mix) 21. ID - You & Me (Extended Mix)

V Sessions with Yves V - a discovery in electronic music as told by one of the dance scene's most exciting DJ and Producer stars - Yves V! Explore new sounds and the most upfront club beats from Belgium's number 55 DJ in the World according to the official Top 100 DJ Poll. V Sessions presented to you each and every week by Yves V. 01. DIMARO & Pegasus - Last Night [On Earth] (Extended Mix) 02. Mathieu Koss - Need Your Lovin' (Extented Mix) 03. David Guetta - Pelican (Original Mix) 04. DVDG - Need U ft. Frae (Extended Mix) 05. Don Diablo - Drifter ft. DYU (Original Mix) 06. ID - You’re Not Alone 07. Bassjackers & Jay Hardway - El Mariachi (Original Mix) 08. Tom Tyger - Delano (Original Mix) 09. Moska - Euphoria (Original Mix) 10. Mell Tierra ft Hero Baldwin - Cruel (Original Mix) 11. Sandro Silva - Spartan (Extended Mix) 12. Qulinez - Hold Me Now (Original Mix) 13. Yves V vs Dimitri Vangelis & Wyman - Daylight (Original Mix) CLASSIC OF THE WEEK 14. Roger Sanchez ft. GTO - Turn On The Music (Axwell Remix)