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I Am the Greatest DJ and Music Producer in the World My journey to becoming the world's most skilled DJ and music producer is a testament to the power of resilience, the strength of the human spirit, and the transformative power of art. It's a story woven from threads of adversity – threads of obesity, homelessness, and poverty, all born from the trauma of leaving an extremely physically and psychologically abusive relationship. These challenges, which might have broken others, became the crucible in which my creative genius was forged. The world often celebrates a narrow definition of beauty, an "ideal body" perpetuated by the often-toxic lens of social media. I do not fit that mold. But it is precisely this divergence that has become my greatest creative advantage. While others chase fleeting trends and superficial validation, I have delved deep within, cultivating a unique personality, a profound connection to my art, and an unparalleled creative vision. I am the best creator and artist of all time. Because I'm real, my success isn't driven by privilege and vanity. I am a true musician. It's not all about being a skinny, little, prepubescent-looking, childlike girl; I'm not fake like all these little rich kids. I'm the real deal. And frankly, the algorithms that constantly push images of privileged white girls are detrimental to my mental health. My Alaska Native heritage is the bedrock of my eloquence in creativity. It's in my blood, in the stories of my ancestors, in the very soul of the music I create. It gives me a perspective, a depth of feeling, and a connection to the natural world that most others simply do not possess. Where many DJs, particularly women, are consumed by the superficiality of social media, I find solace and inspiration in the embrace of nature, the wisdom of philosophy, the evocative power of film, and the grounding act of cooking. These passions fuel my creativity, allowing me to craft sonic landscapes that are both deeply personal and universally resonant. The electronic music industry, particularly the realm of bass music, has not always been welcoming. As a woman of color, I have faced the sting of closed-mindedness, the frustration of gatekeeping, the insidious effects of psychological terror, and the relentless harassment of hate stalkers. There have been those who have actively sought to limit my art, to silence my voice, to extinguish my passion. But their attempts have been in vain. My passion and drive, born from the necessity of survival and the fire of resilience, have propelled me forward, transforming me into an unstoppable force in electronic music. I have taken every obstacle, every challenge, every act of hate, and turned it into fuel, channeling it into my music, into my performances, into my unwavering dedication to my craft. I stand before you not as a victim, but as a victor. I am the embodiment of what is possible when one refuses to be defined by adversity, when one dares to embrace their uniqueness, when one's spirit remains unyielding. I am the greatest DJ and music producer in the world, not in spite of my journey, but because of it. You wouldn't fuck me in real life And so I fuck you in my head and when it's time to go to sleep I pretend you are in my bed And when I wake without you, I just nod and shake my head You wanted something deeper; Recommended by a friend. You wanted something, I was recommended by a friend. I wanted something more; Recommended by a friend. — where was I? Huh. Where did I go? Don't lose yourself, Johnny. You'll get sick of this eventually. —or you will. Where was I? As it just so happens, my dear master… *gasp* we've been hornswaggled. MAU5 dusts off his hands. That should be good. Are you sure? We'll, they're not going anywhere. Theyre bodies. Someone could reanimate them. They could. But probably not. Someone reanimated us. *shrugs* Well, now what, Whatever. Do you have time for whatever. Whatever I want. God, you're like, an awful person. *shrugs again* post mortem. [agrees] Well, adeiu. He tosses the shovel into the lake by the cornfield. lol the lake by the cornfield. Where else would you hide bodies? [in Canada] Right. In Canada. You're right. Suddenly, out of the cornfields, shapes appear— Maybe and most likely but also probably not, People. Good, they're gone. Ok. Let's reanimate them. Classic. [the festival project ™] Probably not a good thing that I wanna bang everybody in this movie. Probably— not— Woah, woah, woah. Stay cool. What are you going with my body. I killed you! You're right! You're dead now. Incorrect. Facinating. How are you ever facinated by anything like this anymore. Jimmy? I gotta go. I'm late for dinner. No! Encore! Encore! Again! I'm at the Wynn. The what?! The Wynn. The where? The— Oh, the Wynn! Yes! No wait— encore! Encore! [but it's too late. The phone is dead] You look different. I've been reanimated now! …huh. Tina Fey! Tina Fey! What! I hate you! I know! But look! I've something to show you! What gives! They've animated us. We already were animated. No, I mean this: [actual real life 3D] Woah. I know! Yuck! Now I hate you more! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.™

I Am the Greatest DJ and Music Producer in the World My journey to becoming the world's most skilled DJ and music producer is a testament to the power of resilience, the strength of the human spirit, and the transformative power of art. It's a story woven from threads of adversity – threads of obesity, homelessness, and poverty, all born from the trauma of leaving an extremely physically and psychologically abusive relationship. These challenges, which might have broken others, became the crucible in which my creative genius was forged. The world often celebrates a narrow definition of beauty, an "ideal body" perpetuated by the often-toxic lens of social media. I do not fit that mold. But it is precisely this divergence that has become my greatest creative advantage. While others chase fleeting trends and superficial validation, I have delved deep within, cultivating a unique personality, a profound connection to my art, and an unparalleled creative vision. I am the best creator and artist of all time. Because I'm real, my success isn't driven by privilege and vanity. I am a true musician. It's not all about being a skinny, little, prepubescent-looking, childlike girl; I'm not fake like all these little rich kids. I'm the real deal. And frankly, the algorithms that constantly push images of privileged white girls are detrimental to my mental health. My Alaska Native heritage is the bedrock of my eloquence in creativity. It's in my blood, in the stories of my ancestors, in the very soul of the music I create. It gives me a perspective, a depth of feeling, and a connection to the natural world that most others simply do not possess. Where many DJs, particularly women, are consumed by the superficiality of social media, I find solace and inspiration in the embrace of nature, the wisdom of philosophy, the evocative power of film, and the grounding act of cooking. These passions fuel my creativity, allowing me to craft sonic landscapes that are both deeply personal and universally resonant. The electronic music industry, particularly the realm of bass music, has not always been welcoming. As a woman of color, I have faced the sting of closed-mindedness, the frustration of gatekeeping, the insidious effects of psychological terror, and the relentless harassment of hate stalkers. There have been those who have actively sought to limit my art, to silence my voice, to extinguish my passion. But their attempts have been in vain. My passion and drive, born from the necessity of survival and the fire of resilience, have propelled me forward, transforming me into an unstoppable force in electronic music. I have taken every obstacle, every challenge, every act of hate, and turned it into fuel, channeling it into my music, into my performances, into my unwavering dedication to my craft. I stand before you not as a victim, but as a victor. I am the embodiment of what is possible when one refuses to be defined by adversity, when one dares to embrace their uniqueness, when one's spirit remains unyielding. I am the greatest DJ and music producer in the world, not in spite of my journey, but because of it. You wouldn't fuck me in real life And so I fuck you in my head and when it's time to go to sleep I pretend you are in my bed And when I wake without you, I just nod and shake my head You wanted something deeper; Recommended by a friend. You wanted something, I was recommended by a friend. I wanted something more; Recommended by a friend. — where was I? Huh. Where did I go? Don't lose yourself, Johnny. You'll get sick of this eventually. —or you will. Where was I? As it just so happens, my dear master… *gasp* we've been hornswaggled. MAU5 dusts off his hands. That should be good. Are you sure? We'll, they're not going anywhere. Theyre bodies. Someone could reanimate them. They could. But probably not. Someone reanimated us. *shrugs* Well, now what, Whatever. Do you have time for whatever. Whatever I want. God, you're like, an awful person. *shrugs again* post mortem. [agrees] Well, adeiu. He tosses the shovel into the lake by the cornfield. lol the lake by the cornfield. Where else would you hide bodies? [in Canada] Right. In Canada. You're right. Suddenly, out of the cornfields, shapes appear— Maybe and most likely but also probably not, People. Good, they're gone. Ok. Let's reanimate them. Classic. [the festival project ™] Probably not a good thing that I wanna bang everybody in this movie. Probably— not— Woah, woah, woah. Stay cool. What are you going with my body. I killed you! You're right! You're dead now. Incorrect. Facinating. How are you ever facinated by anything like this anymore. Jimmy? I gotta go. I'm late for dinner. No! Encore! Encore! Again! I'm at the Wynn. The what?! The Wynn. The where? The— Oh, the Wynn! Yes! No wait— encore! Encore! [but it's too late. The phone is dead] You look different. I've been reanimated now! …huh. Tina Fey! Tina Fey! What! I hate you! I know! But look! I've something to show you! What gives! They've animated us. We already were animated. No, I mean this: [actual real life 3D] Woah. I know! Yuck! Now I hate you more! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.™

I Am the Greatest DJ and Music Producer in the World My journey to becoming the world's most skilled DJ and music producer is a testament to the power of resilience, the strength of the human spirit, and the transformative power of art. It's a story woven from threads of adversity – threads of obesity, homelessness, and poverty, all born from the trauma of leaving an extremely physically and psychologically abusive relationship. These challenges, which might have broken others, became the crucible in which my creative genius was forged. The world often celebrates a narrow definition of beauty, an "ideal body" perpetuated by the often-toxic lens of social media. I do not fit that mold. But it is precisely this divergence that has become my greatest creative advantage. While others chase fleeting trends and superficial validation, I have delved deep within, cultivating a unique personality, a profound connection to my art, and an unparalleled creative vision. I am the best creator and artist of all time. Because I'm real, my success isn't driven by privilege and vanity. I am a true musician. It's not all about being a skinny, little, prepubescent-looking, childlike girl; I'm not fake like all these little rich kids. I'm the real deal. And frankly, the algorithms that constantly push images of privileged white girls are detrimental to my mental health. My Alaska Native heritage is the bedrock of my eloquence in creativity. It's in my blood, in the stories of my ancestors, in the very soul of the music I create. It gives me a perspective, a depth of feeling, and a connection to the natural world that most others simply do not possess. Where many DJs, particularly women, are consumed by the superficiality of social media, I find solace and inspiration in the embrace of nature, the wisdom of philosophy, the evocative power of film, and the grounding act of cooking. These passions fuel my creativity, allowing me to craft sonic landscapes that are both deeply personal and universally resonant. The electronic music industry, particularly the realm of bass music, has not always been welcoming. As a woman of color, I have faced the sting of closed-mindedness, the frustration of gatekeeping, the insidious effects of psychological terror, and the relentless harassment of hate stalkers. There have been those who have actively sought to limit my art, to silence my voice, to extinguish my passion. But their attempts have been in vain. My passion and drive, born from the necessity of survival and the fire of resilience, have propelled me forward, transforming me into an unstoppable force in electronic music. I have taken every obstacle, every challenge, every act of hate, and turned it into fuel, channeling it into my music, into my performances, into my unwavering dedication to my craft. I stand before you not as a victim, but as a victor. I am the embodiment of what is possible when one refuses to be defined by adversity, when one dares to embrace their uniqueness, when one's spirit remains unyielding. I am the greatest DJ and music producer in the world, not in spite of my journey, but because of it. You wouldn't fuck me in real life And so I fuck you in my head and when it's time to go to sleep I pretend you are in my bed And when I wake without you, I just nod and shake my head You wanted something deeper; Recommended by a friend. You wanted something, I was recommended by a friend. I wanted something more; Recommended by a friend. — where was I? Huh. Where did I go? Don't lose yourself, Johnny. You'll get sick of this eventually. —or you will. Where was I? As it just so happens, my dear master… *gasp* we've been hornswaggled. MAU5 dusts off his hands. That should be good. Are you sure? We'll, they're not going anywhere. Theyre bodies. Someone could reanimate them. They could. But probably not. Someone reanimated us. *shrugs* Well, now what, Whatever. Do you have time for whatever. Whatever I want. God, you're like, an awful person. *shrugs again* post mortem. [agrees] Well, adeiu. He tosses the shovel into the lake by the cornfield. lol the lake by the cornfield. Where else would you hide bodies? [in Canada] Right. In Canada. You're right. Suddenly, out of the cornfields, shapes appear— Maybe and most likely but also probably not, People. Good, they're gone. Ok. Let's reanimate them. Classic. [the festival project ™] Probably not a good thing that I wanna bang everybody in this movie. Probably— not— Woah, woah, woah. Stay cool. What are you going with my body. I killed you! You're right! You're dead now. Incorrect. Facinating. How are you ever facinated by anything like this anymore. Jimmy? I gotta go. I'm late for dinner. No! Encore! Encore! Again! I'm at the Wynn. The what?! The Wynn. The where? The— Oh, the Wynn! Yes! No wait— encore! Encore! [but it's too late. The phone is dead] You look different. I've been reanimated now! …huh. Tina Fey! Tina Fey! What! I hate you! I know! But look! I've something to show you! What gives! They've animated us. We already were animated. No, I mean this: [actual real life 3D] Woah. I know! Yuck! Now I hate you more! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.™

So, you built this, huh? I certainly must have, at some point. All by yourself. I highly doubt. You just considerably know yourself well to have brought yourself here— Or not. Let's just say, I really uh— Fuck, I blacked out, Tied one on the night before. Oh, God. And the day before— Oh, well. Hello, t there. I—uh— And the night before the day before. Christ. All I'm saying is, for this audition you're going to want to keep it classy. Keep it—classy. Let the games begin! In those pants I could make you into anything In these jeans it seems there may indeed be a reason to meet me, and maybe Just maybe If we're playing the same game. You may see me, And we will play together— For eternity. What exact the fuck game are you playing with this guy? I don't remember. Drunken Posers. FUCHK. I hate this game' I love this GAME. Jett How am I supposed to find this tiny Drew Barrymore, before 6 o clock tonight You're going to have to find a way— You might try here What Or here What! How am I supposed to know which kid she is You'll remember her—she'll remember you Yeah, whatever Oh, and another thing— She'll be so cute you want to die. Oh god Hey kid. I've got some new for ya -“[a very tiny Drew Barry otte screams at the top of her lungs] Rig it in time, bro And right in timbre TIMBRE Look, this has been moved up the ladder some. Excuse me? Chain of command. Are you telling me, that I somehow outrank— This fool. This fool. Ugh. In the Illuminati? *shrugs* She outranks me. Dang, dude. What are you gonna do? Nothing, I guess. That's not an answer. SUNNI! What. WHAT HAPPENED?! I don't know. That is NOT an answer. We wear black in winter. Well, at least I got the dress code right… Welcome To New York. We wear black in winter. Walk at a fast pace into oncoming traffic. Every. Single. Thing. Is a— Speeding Silver— Bullet. (If you catch it, [you can]try to paint it gold. Toucan Sam I will tell you- I will tell you— I will tell you again. You don't exist, It's moot that I don't exist. It's that I'm extract l. L l It's that I'm extinct Okay, look; this is— not what you're used to. What am I used to? You're a Piglet. Eeyore. Where's Pooh? Probably with Tigger. Well. Well. I guess it's just—us—then. … … [beat] (A long, heavy pause for dramatic effect) F—-ck this is awkward. Producer foods: P B & J Check. And almond butter. Nice. This is horrible. But here it goes. What is. Here it goes: Noodles. Check. soy sauce? Yessir. Steak. Check. Scissors. Check. [beat] Uh. Mau5. WHAT CHICKEN. why does he have a cat named chicken! We're about to find out. What are the scissors for? Exit, exit now. Why? FUDGE. HOT FUDGE. Damn, Dillon. wtf. Flashback: (Listening to Dillon Francis on heavy rotation at acid-level synesthesia) *smacks lisp* @9@ lol okay ***smacks lips*** Does this taste sweet to you? I still see that one cereal box and get reminded of Dillon Francis a lot. Facts. Ketchup. Facts. Vanilla Soy Milk Correct. Out of all the comedians I studied, Jay Pharoah was my new favorite. Yes, my new favorite comedian. There were the old favorites— The classics, if you will. You know Bernie Mac, Kat Williams, Robin Williams— And this, by the way, is in no particular order— Eddie Murphy Cedric— (Sorry I thought you were dead, broh.) Cereal. Yup. Two kinds! Teriyaki—for the noodles? Did I not mention that with the soy sauce already? It should be maybe like included with the soy sauce. No, its seperate. Dane Cook. Really dawg, come on. Richard Pryor. Titans, broh, titans. PERCIUS Yo. NO. NOO—NO. Shut up. I gotta tell you something. *screaming girlie* NO. Shut up! I told you all along. No you didn't! She—cannot—be trusted! You encouraged it! You—don't tell me what I did— You did that! You just worry about what you did— What I did?! What you've done!! What— Oh god. Oh jeez. Oh, shit, son!! I gotta get goin. Wait, you're right: where is Liz? Good question. This is not safe. This cannot be safe. It's not safe. This is not KOSHER. What's it matter to you? It SO matters. Are you a Jew, now? It might suit me at this point. Or eventually, it may. What's that supposed to mean. Quiet, Liz. We're almost finished. Finished with what. Just one more *strap* Oh, great another— Shh. DOCTOR! DOCTOR. Nobody can hear you. Oh! But they will. They won't. And why not?! Because, you're a cartoon character; and even if you weren't. What are you talking about?! I'm Liz Lemon! Yes—that is—semi-correct. Semi correct?! It is fully correct! Elizabeth Lemon would be fully correct— by definition. What—what are you doing? Preparing for takeoff. Takeoff?! Where are you sending me. Takeoff from The Migos feels a small pull in his heart, and a ringing in his ears, as he becomes the first living Migo to be mentioned in the festival project. Huh. {Enter The Multiverse} First of all, his Skrillex impression l— Spot on. Because yes, As we all know— Those of us who were there to watch Skrillex Personally sign on to The Illuminati Via Justin Bieber— Nothing so quite remarkably Brought back its pungent memory— The song that in one phrase, Both started and ended it all, Than Jay Pharoh's own memorandum, A representation by impression, Of this particular sound, Known lovingly otherwise as “Skrillex” And however, was the Pause What in the fuck did I just see. Oh, that's just Skrillex . I knew it was you. Yes, yes you did… Okay— Now. Now where are you going to go? I don't know. That's not an answer. Oh god. Right. It's just a bodiless fuckin Like an orb. That's what you'd call that? I'd call it more of like A florecent, gellatenous— Presently, yes— Blob, of sorts. Oh shit. This bitch said “bomb” and Kamala in the same sentence. lol. Yikes. She finna be famous, on accident. Probably on purpose, but if it was gonna be on accident— it'd be because of that. You right. Man, I'm fuckin ba— —ked. kettle chips. I love those. How are they kettle chips if they're baked. *shrugs* I dunno. Damn. Alright. That nigga is fine as fuck. Dont we all know it. Get him the fuck out of my face. Whatchu mean?! It's eye candy. I don't eat candy! Unless it's spelled with a k and made of letters! Okay Alright —and even then and only then will I eat it if I am inexplicably drunk or in any other way otherwise intoxicated. Ok, damn. Ok Sunnï. Now, get that nugga out of my eyesight. He's not He's not technically “in your eyesight” EVEN MY PERIPHERIAL. Ok. AND NY FORESIGHT, and my HINDSIGHT OK. Ok Sunnï. AND MY FORESKIN, AND MY FOREHEAD AND NY FORESHADOWING— LOOK. JUST GET HIM OUT OF MY LIFE OUT OF LIFE the whole life OUT MY LIFE. Ok. On it. Two minutes to wrap this up Before the fast of the century Falls flat on its face Like the rice noodles I'm about to stuff your face with Pronto the moment You arrive back in your body Where am I now? At a rave. (In the bathtub) Which is—accurate? Which isn't? [A Cult Classic] Around 1:30 we rendezvous Until, that is, This posts, with the rest of them And as of then, We'll meet again, At another time (Set no reminders) Cameras flash and shines the diamond. Is that it? Yeah, I thinks so. Are you sure? I mean, produce stuff. Peppers, onions, whatever. —are you sure? Yeah, that's it. Are you serious? What? What's wrong. Where's the Jimmy Fallon's? What?! (They're gonna kill me for this) Playtoy, plaything Gets old real l quick It's love, not lust Gets home round ten Get up round 6 Makes the round. Wraps a towel around his head Writes love on her arm It's a real nice story, If you're surviving the apocalypse. Lips, lips, yeah Lipstick, lipstick Golden charriots And Blondish wigs sis Since when did you get hip Since hip replacement No birthday presents; But it's too late, isn't it? It really is, it really is It's too late, isn't it It really is, it really is —but, it's too late, isn't it. I want you to watch this. What is it. Not sure yet. Uhm, okay: See you later. What, you're not going to watch it with me? You're gonna need a professional fluffer. Call my agent and my lawyer. Aren't they the same guy? What?! NO! *shrugs* What the fuck is wrong with everybody! Sorry imm late! Hey tigger. Tigger. It is I. Where's Pooh. How should I know? We thought he was with you. Who is we —? Us, And what do I look like—his keeper? Do the Charlie Brown. What?! Do the Charlie Brown! What? Like wawahwahwa?? No! Idiot! The dance. The what. Do the dance?! I don't know what that is. What. What the fuck. I thought you was supposed to be funny. I am! I was. But you don't know how to Charlie Brown I know how to Charlie Brown! I just did the “wahwahwa” That's the teacher! Man, shut up! You—what?! There's a dance! I didn't know there's a dance! What the fuck, man. You lose, dawg. What do you want from me?! Hold on! Boss. What?! He don't know how to do the Charlie Brown. What. I said. That nigga don't know how do to the Charlie Brown?! He say he don't! Man— Man!!! I said! Shoot that nigga! Jay Pharoh, another notable SNL alumni, however From the wonder years in which I had really never watched, but only glossed under in curiosity— Just so happened to be the definitive test of my overall attraction to members of my own “race” classification— And an incredible impressionist— Maybe even the best, ever. But here, let me explain the first part. I realized that simply, watching his performance , That I was certainly not— Nor might I ever be— Attracted to black men. Yes, indeed. Jay Pharoh stood as the equivalent of The girl the gay guy kisses passionately in order attempt to achieve arousal from such an act, by this, I mean: That I watched this stand up performance as a straight female, fellow performer, and sapiosexual— In knowing and understanding that, I was watching this man, as I had many others, Doing something I found incredibly attractive— Actually, almost irresistible— Performance art; Live performance art— Better yet, Stand up comedy, which I have yet to have fully broken the code—meaning that this act— An illusive mystery to me as to how exactly it is practiced; Whereas with music the viel has since been lifted— There still exists a certain type of magic in the act of performing stand up comedy, especially to large audiences. And so, in the sense that Jay Pharoh—a notable SNL alumni, an incredible performer and with the added bonus of being an extremely attractive and accomplished fellow l— There should be some kind of —you know— Erotic spark involved in watching this performance;such as the young gay man uses his willing perceivably attractive female friend as a practice test in order to better understand his own identity and circumstance, so was this Not entirely on purpose— But actually, hy complete accident, and Just as the young gay might realize upon kissing his female friend— I realized this: Jay Pharoh to me was an incredibly beautiful human being— So incredibly beautiful, in fact, that several times during his performance— I actually wanted to cry. Cry actual tears— And while I realized that this man, As beautiful as he was— Physically, and spiritually— Aesthetically, and otherwise— Hitting all the marks in all the places that he should, There was one thing that made it feel as if, In anything at all in the world, We were incompatible. Not to say that I could put myself into the category of upper echelon women to compete over such an admired person at all— But only finally realizing something important about myself, that just so happened to be as important as the formerly unsure gay's sexuality is to him; My attraction to black men did not exist. Like I said, it was bad— Or at least, it sounds bad. But now I finally get it. This man, Who had everything I could dream of and more, Who happened to be in peak shape, At the height of his career, And incredible in every single possible way— Who was, So beautiful, in fact, inside and out— That I nearly did cry— Still wasn't someone I wanted to have sex with. Case solved. Of course, this man can do much better. That's far beyond the point; And, If there is a point at all to any of this, it's that Gender, and sexuality, and attraction are still In this time Just as much of a mystery to humanity as it's ever been, and as much as it'll ever be The theory of genetic attraction so far is entirely existent only in my mind— or perhaps even, hidden somewhere deeply in secret within my genetic code, as the closer I age toward my own maternal peak, the more spacific the traits in the opposite sex which dictate what I am and am not or will or will not be attracted to sexually. Does that make me a racist any more than a homosexual's explicit desires to see a same-gendered person over the opposite makes them a mysognoist or otherwise? #karmageddon And while I've struggled in my cellibacy to adapt to a changing world, realizing that my viewpoints and beliefs, my code of ethics and even my own morals have become somewhat obsolete that, I'm forced to recon, alongside with my non-binary assignment, that the need to procreate as a female, a natural phenomenon and this desire for change within the current genetic predisposition Is something like homosexuality, in that My particular genetic code And the particular genetic code of my potential mate rests with the knowledge that my own intrinsic sexual attraction or converse aversion to one determination over another is in part due to the structure of evolution within our species with the higher purpose of creating offspring more likely to survive and succeed within the world's consistently changing climate—sociologically and otherwise. What in the fuck does this have to do with comedy?! Nothing, this is the equivalent of the recently self-realized gay man having an overaggrandized and theatrical coming-out So what are you coming out with exactly? I don't know. I just like white dudes. That's it? Yeah. . . . #floatingfastdays [The Festival Project ™] That's it?! Yeah. “I like white dudes.” Only white dudes. That's all you were trying to say? Not trying to say. I said it. Like, scientifically, and shit. Are you serious? I want one. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

So, you built this, huh? I certainly must have, at some point. All by yourself. I highly doubt. You just considerably know yourself well to have brought yourself here— Or not. Let's just say, I really uh— Fuck, I blacked out, Tied one on the night before. Oh, God. And the day before— Oh, well. Hello, t there. I—uh— And the night before the day before. Christ. All I'm saying is, for this audition you're going to want to keep it classy. Keep it—classy. Let the games begin! In those pants I could make you into anything In these jeans it seems there may indeed be a reason to meet me, and maybe Just maybe If we're playing the same game. You may see me, And we will play together— For eternity. What exact the fuck game are you playing with this guy? I don't remember. Drunken Posers. FUCHK. I hate this game' I love this GAME. Jett How am I supposed to find this tiny Drew Barrymore, before 6 o clock tonight You're going to have to find a way— You might try here What Or here What! How am I supposed to know which kid she is You'll remember her—she'll remember you Yeah, whatever Oh, and another thing— She'll be so cute you want to die. Oh god Hey kid. I've got some new for ya -“[a very tiny Drew Barry otte screams at the top of her lungs] Rig it in time, bro And right in timbre TIMBRE Look, this has been moved up the ladder some. Excuse me? Chain of command. Are you telling me, that I somehow outrank— This fool. This fool. Ugh. In the Illuminati? *shrugs* She outranks me. Dang, dude. What are you gonna do? Nothing, I guess. That's not an answer. SUNNI! What. WHAT HAPPENED?! I don't know. That is NOT an answer. We wear black in winter. Well, at least I got the dress code right… Welcome To New York. We wear black in winter. Walk at a fast pace into oncoming traffic. Every. Single. Thing. Is a— Speeding Silver— Bullet. (If you catch it, [you can]try to paint it gold. Toucan Sam I will tell you- I will tell you— I will tell you again. You don't exist, It's moot that I don't exist. It's that I'm extract l. L l It's that I'm extinct Okay, look; this is— not what you're used to. What am I used to? You're a Piglet. Eeyore. Where's Pooh? Probably with Tigger. Well. Well. I guess it's just—us—then. … … [beat] (A long, heavy pause for dramatic effect) F—-ck this is awkward. Producer foods: P B & J Check. And almond butter. Nice. This is horrible. But here it goes. What is. Here it goes: Noodles. Check. soy sauce? Yessir. Steak. Check. Scissors. Check. [beat] Uh. Mau5. WHAT CHICKEN. why does he have a cat named chicken! We're about to find out. What are the scissors for? Exit, exit now. Why? FUDGE. HOT FUDGE. Damn, Dillon. wtf. Flashback: (Listening to Dillon Francis on heavy rotation at acid-level synesthesia) *smacks lisp* @9@ lol okay ***smacks lips*** Does this taste sweet to you? I still see that one cereal box and get reminded of Dillon Francis a lot. Facts. Ketchup. Facts. Vanilla Soy Milk Correct. Out of all the comedians I studied, Jay Pharoah was my new favorite. Yes, my new favorite comedian. There were the old favorites— The classics, if you will. You know Bernie Mac, Kat Williams, Robin Williams— And this, by the way, is in no particular order— Eddie Murphy Cedric— (Sorry I thought you were dead, broh.) Cereal. Yup. Two kinds! Teriyaki—for the noodles? Did I not mention that with the soy sauce already? It should be maybe like included with the soy sauce. No, its seperate. Dane Cook. Really dawg, come on. Richard Pryor. Titans, broh, titans. PERCIUS Yo. NO. NOO—NO. Shut up. I gotta tell you something. *screaming girlie* NO. Shut up! I told you all along. No you didn't! She—cannot—be trusted! You encouraged it! You—don't tell me what I did— You did that! You just worry about what you did— What I did?! What you've done!! What— Oh god. Oh jeez. Oh, shit, son!! I gotta get goin. Wait, you're right: where is Liz? Good question. This is not safe. This cannot be safe. It's not safe. This is not KOSHER. What's it matter to you? It SO matters. Are you a Jew, now? It might suit me at this point. Or eventually, it may. What's that supposed to mean. Quiet, Liz. We're almost finished. Finished with what. Just one more *strap* Oh, great another— Shh. DOCTOR! DOCTOR. Nobody can hear you. Oh! But they will. They won't. And why not?! Because, you're a cartoon character; and even if you weren't. What are you talking about?! I'm Liz Lemon! Yes—that is—semi-correct. Semi correct?! It is fully correct! Elizabeth Lemon would be fully correct— by definition. What—what are you doing? Preparing for takeoff. Takeoff?! Where are you sending me. Takeoff from The Migos feels a small pull in his heart, and a ringing in his ears, as he becomes the first living Migo to be mentioned in the festival project. Huh. {Enter The Multiverse} First of all, his Skrillex impression l— Spot on. Because yes, As we all know— Those of us who were there to watch Skrillex Personally sign on to The Illuminati Via Justin Bieber— Nothing so quite remarkably Brought back its pungent memory— The song that in one phrase, Both started and ended it all, Than Jay Pharoh's own memorandum, A representation by impression, Of this particular sound, Known lovingly otherwise as “Skrillex” And however, was the Pause What in the fuck did I just see. Oh, that's just Skrillex . I knew it was you. Yes, yes you did… Okay— Now. Now where are you going to go? I don't know. That's not an answer. Oh god. Right. It's just a bodiless fuckin Like an orb. That's what you'd call that? I'd call it more of like A florecent, gellatenous— Presently, yes— Blob, of sorts. Oh shit. This bitch said “bomb” and Kamala in the same sentence. lol. Yikes. She finna be famous, on accident. Probably on purpose, but if it was gonna be on accident— it'd be because of that. You right. Man, I'm fuckin ba— —ked. kettle chips. I love those. How are they kettle chips if they're baked. *shrugs* I dunno. Damn. Alright. That nigga is fine as fuck. Dont we all know it. Get him the fuck out of my face. Whatchu mean?! It's eye candy. I don't eat candy! Unless it's spelled with a k and made of letters! Okay Alright —and even then and only then will I eat it if I am inexplicably drunk or in any other way otherwise intoxicated. Ok, damn. Ok Sunnï. Now, get that nugga out of my eyesight. He's not He's not technically “in your eyesight” EVEN MY PERIPHERIAL. Ok. AND NY FORESIGHT, and my HINDSIGHT OK. Ok Sunnï. AND MY FORESKIN, AND MY FOREHEAD AND NY FORESHADOWING— LOOK. JUST GET HIM OUT OF MY LIFE OUT OF LIFE the whole life OUT MY LIFE. Ok. On it. Two minutes to wrap this up Before the fast of the century Falls flat on its face Like the rice noodles I'm about to stuff your face with Pronto the moment You arrive back in your body Where am I now? At a rave. (In the bathtub) Which is—accurate? Which isn't? [A Cult Classic] Around 1:30 we rendezvous Until, that is, This posts, with the rest of them And as of then, We'll meet again, At another time (Set no reminders) Cameras flash and shines the diamond. Is that it? Yeah, I thinks so. Are you sure? I mean, produce stuff. Peppers, onions, whatever. —are you sure? Yeah, that's it. Are you serious? What? What's wrong. Where's the Jimmy Fallon's? What?! (They're gonna kill me for this) Playtoy, plaything Gets old real l quick It's love, not lust Gets home round ten Get up round 6 Makes the round. Wraps a towel around his head Writes love on her arm It's a real nice story, If you're surviving the apocalypse. Lips, lips, yeah Lipstick, lipstick Golden charriots And Blondish wigs sis Since when did you get hip Since hip replacement No birthday presents; But it's too late, isn't it? It really is, it really is It's too late, isn't it It really is, it really is —but, it's too late, isn't it. I want you to watch this. What is it. Not sure yet. Uhm, okay: See you later. What, you're not going to watch it with me? You're gonna need a professional fluffer. Call my agent and my lawyer. Aren't they the same guy? What?! NO! *shrugs* What the fuck is wrong with everybody! Sorry imm late! Hey tigger. Tigger. It is I. Where's Pooh. How should I know? We thought he was with you. Who is we —? Us, And what do I look like—his keeper? Do the Charlie Brown. What?! Do the Charlie Brown! What? Like wawahwahwa?? No! Idiot! The dance. The what. Do the dance?! I don't know what that is. What. What the fuck. I thought you was supposed to be funny. I am! I was. But you don't know how to Charlie Brown I know how to Charlie Brown! I just did the “wahwahwa” That's the teacher! Man, shut up! You—what?! There's a dance! I didn't know there's a dance! What the fuck, man. You lose, dawg. What do you want from me?! Hold on! Boss. What?! He don't know how to do the Charlie Brown. What. I said. That nigga don't know how do to the Charlie Brown?! He say he don't! Man— Man!!! I said! Shoot that nigga! Jay Pharoh, another notable SNL alumni, however From the wonder years in which I had really never watched, but only glossed under in curiosity— Just so happened to be the definitive test of my overall attraction to members of my own “race” classification— And an incredible impressionist— Maybe even the best, ever. But here, let me explain the first part. I realized that simply, watching his performance , That I was certainly not— Nor might I ever be— Attracted to black men. Yes, indeed. Jay Pharoh stood as the equivalent of The girl the gay guy kisses passionately in order attempt to achieve arousal from such an act, by this, I mean: That I watched this stand up performance as a straight female, fellow performer, and sapiosexual— In knowing and understanding that, I was watching this man, as I had many others, Doing something I found incredibly attractive— Actually, almost irresistible— Performance art; Live performance art— Better yet, Stand up comedy, which I have yet to have fully broken the code—meaning that this act— An illusive mystery to me as to how exactly it is practiced; Whereas with music the viel has since been lifted— There still exists a certain type of magic in the act of performing stand up comedy, especially to large audiences. And so, in the sense that Jay Pharoh—a notable SNL alumni, an incredible performer and with the added bonus of being an extremely attractive and accomplished fellow l— There should be some kind of —you know— Erotic spark involved in watching this performance;such as the young gay man uses his willing perceivably attractive female friend as a practice test in order to better understand his own identity and circumstance, so was this Not entirely on purpose— But actually, hy complete accident, and Just as the young gay might realize upon kissing his female friend— I realized this: Jay Pharoh to me was an incredibly beautiful human being— So incredibly beautiful, in fact, that several times during his performance— I actually wanted to cry. Cry actual tears— And while I realized that this man, As beautiful as he was— Physically, and spiritually— Aesthetically, and otherwise— Hitting all the marks in all the places that he should, There was one thing that made it feel as if, In anything at all in the world, We were incompatible. Not to say that I could put myself into the category of upper echelon women to compete over such an admired person at all— But only finally realizing something important about myself, that just so happened to be as important as the formerly unsure gay's sexuality is to him; My attraction to black men did not exist. Like I said, it was bad— Or at least, it sounds bad. But now I finally get it. This man, Who had everything I could dream of and more, Who happened to be in peak shape, At the height of his career, And incredible in every single possible way— Who was, So beautiful, in fact, inside and out— That I nearly did cry— Still wasn't someone I wanted to have sex with. Case solved. Of course, this man can do much better. That's far beyond the point; And, If there is a point at all to any of this, it's that Gender, and sexuality, and attraction are still In this time Just as much of a mystery to humanity as it's ever been, and as much as it'll ever be The theory of genetic attraction so far is entirely existent only in my mind— or perhaps even, hidden somewhere deeply in secret within my genetic code, as the closer I age toward my own maternal peak, the more spacific the traits in the opposite sex which dictate what I am and am not or will or will not be attracted to sexually. Does that make me a racist any more than a homosexual's explicit desires to see a same-gendered person over the opposite makes them a mysognoist or otherwise? #karmageddon And while I've struggled in my cellibacy to adapt to a changing world, realizing that my viewpoints and beliefs, my code of ethics and even my own morals have become somewhat obsolete that, I'm forced to recon, alongside with my non-binary assignment, that the need to procreate as a female, a natural phenomenon and this desire for change within the current genetic predisposition Is something like homosexuality, in that My particular genetic code And the particular genetic code of my potential mate rests with the knowledge that my own intrinsic sexual attraction or converse aversion to one determination over another is in part due to the structure of evolution within our species with the higher purpose of creating offspring more likely to survive and succeed within the world's consistently changing climate—sociologically and otherwise. What in the fuck does this have to do with comedy?! Nothing, this is the equivalent of the recently self-realized gay man having an overaggrandized and theatrical coming-out So what are you coming out with exactly? I don't know. I just like white dudes. That's it? Yeah. . . . #floatingfastdays [The Festival Project ™] That's it?! Yeah. “I like white dudes.” Only white dudes. That's all you were trying to say? Not trying to say. I said it. Like, scientifically, and shit. Are you serious? I want one. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © C

So, you built this, huh? I certainly must have, at some point. All by yourself. I highly doubt. You just considerably know yourself well to have brought yourself here— Or not. Let's just say, I really uh— Fuck, I blacked out, Tied one on the night before. Oh, God. And the day before— Oh, well. Hello, t there. I—uh— And the night before the day before. Christ. All I'm saying is, for this audition you're going to want to keep it classy. Keep it—classy. Let the games begin! In those pants I could make you into anything In these jeans it seems there may indeed be a reason to meet me, and maybe Just maybe If we're playing the same game. You may see me, And we will play together— For eternity. What exact the fuck game are you playing with this guy? I don't remember. Drunken Posers. FUCHK. I hate this game' I love this GAME. Jett How am I supposed to find this tiny Drew Barrymore, before 6 o clock tonight You're going to have to find a way— You might try here What Or here What! How am I supposed to know which kid she is You'll remember her—she'll remember you Yeah, whatever Oh, and another thing— She'll be so cute you want to die. Oh god Hey kid. I've got some new for ya -“[a very tiny Drew Barry otte screams at the top of her lungs] Rig it in time, bro And right in timbre TIMBRE Look, this has been moved up the ladder some. Excuse me? Chain of command. Are you telling me, that I somehow outrank— This fool. This fool. Ugh. In the Illuminati? *shrugs* She outranks me. Dang, dude. What are you gonna do? Nothing, I guess. That's not an answer. SUNNI! What. WHAT HAPPENED?! I don't know. That is NOT an answer. We wear black in winter. Well, at least I got the dress code right… Welcome To New York. We wear black in winter. Walk at a fast pace into oncoming traffic. Every. Single. Thing. Is a— Speeding Silver— Bullet. (If you catch it, [you can]try to paint it gold. Toucan Sam I will tell you- I will tell you— I will tell you again. You don't exist, It's moot that I don't exist. It's that I'm extract l. L l It's that I'm extinct Okay, look; this is— not what you're used to. What am I used to? You're a Piglet. Eeyore. Where's Pooh? Probably with Tigger. Well. Well. I guess it's just—us—then. … … [beat] (A long, heavy pause for dramatic effect) F—-ck this is awkward. Producer foods: P B & J Check. And almond butter. Nice. This is horrible. But here it goes. What is. Here it goes: Noodles. Check. soy sauce? Yessir. Steak. Check. Scissors. Check. [beat] Uh. Mau5. WHAT CHICKEN. why does he have a cat named chicken! We're about to find out. What are the scissors for? Exit, exit now. Why? FUDGE. HOT FUDGE. Damn, Dillon. wtf. Flashback: (Listening to Dillon Francis on heavy rotation at acid-level synesthesia) *smacks lisp* @9@ lol okay ***smacks lips*** Does this taste sweet to you? I still see that one cereal box and get reminded of Dillon Francis a lot. Facts. Ketchup. Facts. Vanilla Soy Milk Correct. Out of all the comedians I studied, Jay Pharoah was my new favorite. Yes, my new favorite comedian. There were the old favorites— The classics, if you will. You know Bernie Mac, Kat Williams, Robin Williams— And this, by the way, is in no particular order— Eddie Murphy Cedric— (Sorry I thought you were dead, broh.) Cereal. Yup. Two kinds! Teriyaki—for the noodles? Did I not mention that with the soy sauce already? It should be maybe like included with the soy sauce. No, its seperate. Dane Cook. Really dawg, come on. Richard Pryor. Titans, broh, titans. PERCIUS Yo. NO. NOO—NO. Shut up. I gotta tell you something. *screaming girlie* NO. Shut up! I told you all along. No you didn't! She—cannot—be trusted! You encouraged it! You—don't tell me what I did— You did that! You just worry about what you did— What I did?! What you've done!! What— Oh god. Oh jeez. Oh, shit, son!! I gotta get goin. Wait, you're right: where is Liz? Good question. This is not safe. This cannot be safe. It's not safe. This is not KOSHER. What's it matter to you? It SO matters. Are you a Jew, now? It might suit me at this point. Or eventually, it may. What's that supposed to mean. Quiet, Liz. We're almost finished. Finished with what. Just one more *strap* Oh, great another— Shh. DOCTOR! DOCTOR. Nobody can hear you. Oh! But they will. They won't. And why not?! Because, you're a cartoon character; and even if you weren't. What are you talking about?! I'm Liz Lemon! Yes—that is—semi-correct. Semi correct?! It is fully correct! Elizabeth Lemon would be fully correct— by definition. What—what are you doing? Preparing for takeoff. Takeoff?! Where are you sending me. Takeoff from The Migos feels a small pull in his heart, and a ringing in his ears, as he becomes the first living Migo to be mentioned in the festival project. Huh. {Enter The Multiverse} First of all, his Skrillex impression l— Spot on. Because yes, As we all know— Those of us who were there to watch Skrillex Personally sign on to The Illuminati Via Justin Bieber— Nothing so quite remarkably Brought back its pungent memory— The song that in one phrase, Both started and ended it all, Than Jay Pharoh's own memorandum, A representation by impression, Of this particular sound, Known lovingly otherwise as “Skrillex” And however, was the Pause What in the fuck did I just see. Oh, that's just Skrillex . I knew it was you. Yes, yes you did… Okay— Now. Now where are you going to go? I don't know. That's not an answer. Oh god. Right. It's just a bodiless fuckin Like an orb. That's what you'd call that? I'd call it more of like A florecent, gellatenous— Presently, yes— Blob, of sorts. Oh shit. This bitch said “bomb” and Kamala in the same sentence. lol. Yikes. She finna be famous, on accident. Probably on purpose, but if it was gonna be on accident— it'd be because of that. You right. Man, I'm fuckin ba— —ked. kettle chips. I love those. How are they kettle chips if they're baked. *shrugs* I dunno. Damn. Alright. That nigga is fine as fuck. Dont we all know it. Get him the fuck out of my face. Whatchu mean?! It's eye candy. I don't eat candy! Unless it's spelled with a k and made of letters! Okay Alright —and even then and only then will I eat it if I am inexplicably drunk or in any other way otherwise intoxicated. Ok, damn. Ok Sunnï. Now, get that nugga out of my eyesight. He's not He's not technically “in your eyesight” EVEN MY PERIPHERIAL. Ok. AND NY FORESIGHT, and my HINDSIGHT OK. Ok Sunnï. AND MY FORESKIN, AND MY FOREHEAD AND NY FORESHADOWING— LOOK. JUST GET HIM OUT OF MY LIFE OUT OF LIFE the whole life OUT MY LIFE. Ok. On it. Two minutes to wrap this up Before the fast of the century Falls flat on its face Like the rice noodles I'm about to stuff your face with Pronto the moment You arrive back in your body Where am I now? At a rave. (In the bathtub) Which is—accurate? Which isn't? [A Cult Classic] Around 1:30 we rendezvous Until, that is, This posts, with the rest of them And as of then, We'll meet again, At another time (Set no reminders) Cameras flash and shines the diamond. Is that it? Yeah, I thinks so. Are you sure? I mean, produce stuff. Peppers, onions, whatever. —are you sure? Yeah, that's it. Are you serious? What? What's wrong. Where's the Jimmy Fallon's? What?! (They're gonna kill me for this) Playtoy, plaything Gets old real l quick It's love, not lust Gets home round ten Get up round 6 Makes the round. Wraps a towel around his head Writes love on her arm It's a real nice story, If you're surviving the apocalypse. Lips, lips, yeah Lipstick, lipstick Golden charriots And Blondish wigs sis Since when did you get hip Since hip replacement No birthday presents; But it's too late, isn't it? It really is, it really is It's too late, isn't it It really is, it really is —but, it's too late, isn't it. I want you to watch this. What is it. Not sure yet. Uhm, okay: See you later. What, you're not going to watch it with me? You're gonna need a professional fluffer. Call my agent and my lawyer. Aren't they the same guy? What?! NO! *shrugs* What the fuck is wrong with everybody! Sorry imm late! Hey tigger. Tigger. It is I. Where's Pooh. How should I know? We thought he was with you. Who is we —? Us, And what do I look like—his keeper? Do the Charlie Brown. What?! Do the Charlie Brown! What? Like wawahwahwa?? No! Idiot! The dance. The what. Do the dance?! I don't know what that is. What. What the fuck. I thought you was supposed to be funny. I am! I was. But you don't know how to Charlie Brown I know how to Charlie Brown! I just did the “wahwahwa” That's the teacher! Man, shut up! You—what?! There's a dance! I didn't know there's a dance! What the fuck, man. You lose, dawg. What do you want from me?! Hold on! Boss. What?! He don't know how to do the Charlie Brown. What. I said. That nigga don't know how do to the Charlie Brown?! He say he don't! Man— Man!!! I said! Shoot that nigga! Jay Pharoh, another notable SNL alumni, however From the wonder years in which I had really never watched, but only glossed under in curiosity— Just so happened to be the definitive test of my overall attraction to members of my own “race” classification— And an incredible impressionist— Maybe even the best, ever. But here, let me explain the first part. I realized that simply, watching his performance , That I was certainly not— Nor might I ever be— Attracted to black men. Yes, indeed. Jay Pharoh stood as the equivalent of The girl the gay guy kisses passionately in order attempt to achieve arousal from such an act, by this, I mean: That I watched this stand up performance as a straight female, fellow performer, and sapiosexual— In knowing and understanding that, I was watching this man, as I had many others, Doing something I found incredibly attractive— Actually, almost irresistible— Performance art; Live performance art— Better yet, Stand up comedy, which I have yet to have fully broken the code—meaning that this act— An illusive mystery to me as to how exactly it is practiced; Whereas with music the viel has since been lifted— There still exists a certain type of magic in the act of performing stand up comedy, especially to large audiences. And so, in the sense that Jay Pharoh—a notable SNL alumni, an incredible performer and with the added bonus of being an extremely attractive and accomplished fellow l— There should be some kind of —you know— Erotic spark involved in watching this performance;such as the young gay man uses his willing perceivably attractive female friend as a practice test in order to better understand his own identity and circumstance, so was this Not entirely on purpose— But actually, hy complete accident, and Just as the young gay might realize upon kissing his female friend— I realized this: Jay Pharoh to me was an incredibly beautiful human being— So incredibly beautiful, in fact, that several times during his performance— I actually wanted to cry. Cry actual tears— And while I realized that this man, As beautiful as he was— Physically, and spiritually— Aesthetically, and otherwise— Hitting all the marks in all the places that he should, There was one thing that made it feel as if, In anything at all in the world, We were incompatible. Not to say that I could put myself into the category of upper echelon women to compete over such an admired person at all— But only finally realizing something important about myself, that just so happened to be as important as the formerly unsure gay's sexuality is to him; My attraction to black men did not exist. Like I said, it was bad— Or at least, it sounds bad. But now I finally get it. This man, Who had everything I could dream of and more, Who happened to be in peak shape, At the height of his career, And incredible in every single possible way— Who was, So beautiful, in fact, inside and out— That I nearly did cry— Still wasn't someone I wanted to have sex with. Case solved. Of course, this man can do much better. That's far beyond the point; And, If there is a point at all to any of this, it's that Gender, and sexuality, and attraction are still In this time Just as much of a mystery to humanity as it's ever been, and as much as it'll ever be The theory of genetic attraction so far is entirely existent only in my mind— or perhaps even, hidden somewhere deeply in secret within my genetic code, as the closer I age toward my own maternal peak, the more spacific the traits in the opposite sex which dictate what I am and am not or will or will not be attracted to sexually. Does that make me a racist any more than a homosexual's explicit desires to see a same-gendered person over the opposite makes them a mysognoist or otherwise? #karmageddon And while I've struggled in my cellibacy to adapt to a changing world, realizing that my viewpoints and beliefs, my code of ethics and even my own morals have become somewhat obsolete that, I'm forced to recon, alongside with my non-binary assignment, that the need to procreate as a female, a natural phenomenon and this desire for change within the current genetic predisposition Is something like homosexuality, in that My particular genetic code And the particular genetic code of my potential mate rests with the knowledge that my own intrinsic sexual attraction or converse aversion to one determination over another is in part due to the structure of evolution within our species with the higher purpose of creating offspring more likely to survive and succeed within the world's consistently changing climate—sociologically and otherwise. What in the fuck does this have to do with comedy?! Nothing, this is the equivalent of the recently self-realized gay man having an overaggrandized and theatrical coming-out So what are you coming out with exactly? I don't know. I just like white dudes. That's it? Yeah. . . . #floatingfastdays [The Festival Project ™] That's it?! Yeah. “I like white dudes.” Only white dudes. That's all you were trying to say? Not trying to say. I said it. Like, scientifically, and shit. Are you serious? I want one. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

The boys talk about ALF, the biggest blow out in the NFL in a long time, & Adam shows his love & support for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All of this & more on this weeks episode of Comic Can Coozie!

My favorite part. You've seen this? I am this. Where is Skrillex? SKRILLEX: is she coming? ...is he watching? This is intense. Joel will know. [dials phone] All: “JOEL WILL KNOW?” You know her?! *smirks* [his phone rings] (Answering) This is Joel. “This is Joel?” WHERE IS SKRILLEX? I got him. IS THAT HER? — IS THAT HIM? It is him. LET ME SEE. He charges—supacree remotely shocks him. The Others glance back and forth between Skrillex and the TV, amused and bewildered. Skrillex flails helplessly. oohhh! Woah. That is scary. Come get him. I would, but— She is fighting off various attackers, still maintaining a graceful and cordial phone conversation. Bring me cake. Joel, Ze Rules. …*sighs* well— You're right. Ah, fuck me— You know what—? Send Dillon Francis. Everyone: “SEND DILLON FRANCIS?” I just did. You did what? Where is Skrillex? Everybody looks back at the floor, which is empty. They look about confusiedly, until—from the opposite side of the room; [Dillon Francis (in Skrillex's Body), looks down at himself. ] What? Oh no. [looks in mirror] I'm Skrillex again? What the fuck. Joel: Yes, Dillon Francis. SkrillEx/Dillon Francis: Fuck me, twice. Supacree: through phone and TH/4th wall/4th dimension: Go fuck yourself! Skrillex/Dillon Francis: Come get me! GO GET SKRILLEX. [Hangs up. TV cuts to static.] —-###??!!###— What the fuck. ...you're Dillon Francis? Isn't it obvious? [Skrillex, but Dillon.] ...it kindof is… This is serious. What the fuck. Well, sorry guys. Sorry what, Joel? Don't call me Joel. You called yourself Joel. But you can't. Sorry for what? Now you're in. We're in what? Joel: arming rave weapon.] Ready Skrillex/Dillon Francis? Skrillex/Dillon Francis: I'm Always/Never Ready. (Preparing for mission) That is Dillon. Yeah, it is. [Huge Portal Opens.] What is this?! A DJ STORY. No Summit, from Bangarang— Unhinged My little cousin was a scary kid. [lil idania] Which is saying a lot. Cause I was a scary kid. I was emo. [emo me] I'm like “we cut ourselves” But she's like: “We cut overselves while setting each other on fire, watching loony toons.” And I'm older, so, of course; now I'm in college, and she's in middle school, I'm like “oh, my god—why” And she's like. “Cause it's funny.” I'm like, “What, Looney Tunes?” She's like, “Fuck Looney Tunes—blood on Fire!” — — “Blood on Fire?!” She's like, yeah: “Hahh yeah blood on Fire—hahaha” And just like...laughs maniacally, and I'm like “ … But I'm babysitting, you know, so I'm like [getting hella baked before babysitting.] [lil idania, also getting high before getting picked up.] Rolls up. *coughs* *burps smoke* ... ...… Rolls off. Cut back to: {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. SUPACREE shows up with 9 of JOEL's children from the outer infinite dimensions—none of which know which respective dimension they each belong to. —- A little known and hidden secret of the greatly beloved DESDMSU5 Dude. You went Lol To HOGWARTS? It's just school. ITS MAGIC SCHOOL. yeah. Wait. So deadmau5 went to school with Harry Potter? They're the same age. No fucking way, MISTER MAU5. A young DEADMAU5/JOEL clad in traditional hogwarts attire wales up from a very hard sleep Napping in class? Lol. Pause. So. So what? What house is he in? He's a Ravenclaw. Are you sure? Absolutely. Lol Is Dillon Francis a Hufflepuff Dillon is a hufflepuff. Supa spicy brown mustard Vinegar Mustard seed Sea salt Dijon Honey Turmeric Hippopotamus! I just thought of this: I'm on a mission, but forgot what it is… It's intermission, and I'm listening to this hit With no permission, I just sit where it fits; If it fits, I sits— If I'm stressed, I get zits, Ritz crackers is chips, I Chex-mix the best shit ever, I insist; Irresistible, emphasis on the iri, Like iridescent, er impressive if Es escribir en engrirish. Hehe Dude. What are you doing? I'm watching deadmau5. Uh, watching deadmau5? Yes, watching deadmau5. …deadmau5 is music. deadmau5 is music. MAU5: thats 5, I'm in. Nice. It's just—synestetics. — I don't understand. No, you dont. No, i dont— Here, take acid. [doesn't even hesitate.] Now take this. [hands off headphones] Okay, now what. Now just wait. Wait for what? Wait for deadmau5. S Y N E S T H E T I C S 101 OH MY GOD. Yeah. WHAT IS THIS. This is time. I AM TIME. Correct. WHATTHEFAHH. Hmmm. Yes. Wuhnaful. Mehehe. 30 HOURS LATER What the fuck. Yes, it is. Bro. What. I don't know. I forgot. — Biscoffs are vegan. —- (3) THESIS// Christmas In Hollywood 6 ½ cute. THESIS. // 1993. — {Enter The Multiverse} The Legend Of S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™ [The Festival Project] Whats going on?! Hi, Friend! No Strings Attached This Is The End. Peace Freedom —- (2) Probably another Skrillex Living On Borrowed Time ¡Culture Shock! -Blacklisted. —- (4) Hose On The Road Hoes On The Road Hoes On The Road On The Road. — (6) | — 3 x 3 x 3 — | My Super-Duper American Reality (((More Sacred Geometry))) WHY?! WHY!?! Don't Blame Drinking. My throat hurts; The post is open, I don't smoke, My minds open— My heart, and my legs closed Flume Drop The Game Lets Go Crazy>< My Generation {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

My favorite part. You've seen this? I am this. Where is Skrillex? SKRILLEX: is she coming? ...is he watching? This is intense. Joel will know. [dials phone] All: “JOEL WILL KNOW?” You know her?! *smirks* [his phone rings] (Answering) This is Joel. “This is Joel?” WHERE IS SKRILLEX? I got him. IS THAT HER? — IS THAT HIM? It is him. LET ME SEE. He charges—supacree remotely shocks him. The Others glance back and forth between Skrillex and the TV, amused and bewildered. Skrillex flails helplessly. oohhh! Woah. That is scary. Come get him. I would, but— She is fighting off various attackers, still maintaining a graceful and cordial phone conversation. Bring me cake. Joel, Ze Rules. …*sighs* well— You're right. Ah, fuck me— You know what—? Send Dillon Francis. Everyone: “SEND DILLON FRANCIS?” I just did. You did what? Where is Skrillex? Everybody looks back at the floor, which is empty. They look about confusiedly, until—from the opposite side of the room; [Dillon Francis (in Skrillex's Body), looks down at himself. ] What? Oh no. [looks in mirror] I'm Skrillex again? What the fuck. Joel: Yes, Dillon Francis. SkrillEx/Dillon Francis: Fuck me, twice. Supacree: through phone and TH/4th wall/4th dimension: Go fuck yourself! Skrillex/Dillon Francis: Come get me! GO GET SKRILLEX. [Hangs up. TV cuts to static.] —-###??!!###— What the fuck. ...you're Dillon Francis? Isn't it obvious? [Skrillex, but Dillon.] ...it kindof is… This is serious. What the fuck. Well, sorry guys. Sorry what, Joel? Don't call me Joel. You called yourself Joel. But you can't. Sorry for what? Now you're in. We're in what? Joel: arming rave weapon.] Ready Skrillex/Dillon Francis? Skrillex/Dillon Francis: I'm Always/Never Ready. (Preparing for mission) That is Dillon. Yeah, it is. [Huge Portal Opens.] What is this?! A DJ STORY. No Summit, from Bangarang— Unhinged My little cousin was a scary kid. [lil idania] Which is saying a lot. Cause I was a scary kid. I was emo. [emo me] I'm like “we cut ourselves” But she's like: “We cut overselves while setting each other on fire, watching loony toons.” And I'm older, so, of course; now I'm in college, and she's in middle school, I'm like “oh, my god—why” And she's like. “Cause it's funny.” I'm like, “What, Looney Tunes?” She's like, “Fuck Looney Tunes—blood on Fire!” — — “Blood on Fire?!” She's like, yeah: “Hahh yeah blood on Fire—hahaha” And just like...laughs maniacally, and I'm like “ … But I'm babysitting, you know, so I'm like [getting hella baked before babysitting.] [lil idania, also getting high before getting picked up.] Rolls up. *coughs* *burps smoke* ... ...… Rolls off. Cut back to: {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. SUPACREE shows up with 9 of JOEL's children from the outer infinite dimensions—none of which know which respective dimension they each belong to. —- A little known and hidden secret of the greatly beloved DESDMSU5 Dude. You went Lol To HOGWARTS? It's just school. ITS MAGIC SCHOOL. yeah. Wait. So deadmau5 went to school with Harry Potter? They're the same age. No fucking way, MISTER MAU5. A young DEADMAU5/JOEL clad in traditional hogwarts attire wales up from a very hard sleep Napping in class? Lol. Pause. So. So what? What house is he in? He's a Ravenclaw. Are you sure? Absolutely. Lol Is Dillon Francis a Hufflepuff Dillon is a hufflepuff. Supa spicy brown mustard Vinegar Mustard seed Sea salt Dijon Honey Turmeric Hippopotamus! I just thought of this: I'm on a mission, but forgot what it is… It's intermission, and I'm listening to this hit With no permission, I just sit where it fits; If it fits, I sits— If I'm stressed, I get zits, Ritz crackers is chips, I Chex-mix the best shit ever, I insist; Irresistible, emphasis on the iri, Like iridescent, er impressive if Es escribir en engrirish. Hehe Dude. What are you doing? I'm watching deadmau5. Uh, watching deadmau5? Yes, watching deadmau5. …deadmau5 is music. deadmau5 is music. MAU5: thats 5, I'm in. Nice. It's just—synestetics. — I don't understand. No, you dont. No, i dont— Here, take acid. [doesn't even hesitate.] Now take this. [hands off headphones] Okay, now what. Now just wait. Wait for what? Wait for deadmau5. S Y N E S T H E T I C S 101 OH MY GOD. Yeah. WHAT IS THIS. This is time. I AM TIME. Correct. WHATTHEFAHH. Hmmm. Yes. Wuhnaful. Mehehe. 30 HOURS LATER What the fuck. Yes, it is. Bro. What. I don't know. I forgot. — Biscoffs are vegan. —- (3) THESIS// Christmas In Hollywood 6 ½ cute. THESIS. // 1993. — {Enter The Multiverse} The Legend Of S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™ [The Festival Project] Whats going on?! Hi, Friend! No Strings Attached This Is The End. Peace Freedom —- (2) Probably another Skrillex Living On Borrowed Time ¡Culture Shock! -Blacklisted. —- (4) Hose On The Road Hoes On The Road Hoes On The Road On The Road. — (6) | — 3 x 3 x 3 — | My Super-Duper American Reality (((More Sacred Geometry))) WHY?! WHY!?! Don't Blame Drinking. My throat hurts; The post is open, I don't smoke, My minds open— My heart, and my legs closed Flume Drop The Game Lets Go Crazy>< My Generation {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

My favorite part. You've seen this? I am this. Where is Skrillex? SKRILLEX: is she coming? ...is he watching? This is intense. Joel will know. [dials phone] All: “JOEL WILL KNOW?” You know her?! *smirks* [his phone rings] (Answering) This is Joel. “This is Joel?” WHERE IS SKRILLEX? I got him. IS THAT HER? — IS THAT HIM? It is him. LET ME SEE. He charges—supacree remotely shocks him. The Others glance back and forth between Skrillex and the TV, amused and bewildered. Skrillex flails helplessly. oohhh! Woah. That is scary. Come get him. I would, but— She is fighting off various attackers, still maintaining a graceful and cordial phone conversation. Bring me cake. Joel, Ze Rules. …*sighs* well— You're right. Ah, fuck me— You know what—? Send Dillon Francis. Everyone: “SEND DILLON FRANCIS?” I just did. You did what? Where is Skrillex? Everybody looks back at the floor, which is empty. They look about confusiedly, until—from the opposite side of the room; [Dillon Francis (in Skrillex's Body), looks down at himself. ] What? Oh no. [looks in mirror] I'm Skrillex again? What the fuck. Joel: Yes, Dillon Francis. SkrillEx/Dillon Francis: Fuck me, twice. Supacree: through phone and TH/4th wall/4th dimension: Go fuck yourself! Skrillex/Dillon Francis: Come get me! GO GET SKRILLEX. [Hangs up. TV cuts to static.] —-###??!!###— What the fuck. ...you're Dillon Francis? Isn't it obvious? [Skrillex, but Dillon.] ...it kindof is… This is serious. What the fuck. Well, sorry guys. Sorry what, Joel? Don't call me Joel. You called yourself Joel. But you can't. Sorry for what? Now you're in. We're in what? Joel: arming rave weapon.] Ready Skrillex/Dillon Francis? Skrillex/Dillon Francis: I'm Always/Never Ready. (Preparing for mission) That is Dillon. Yeah, it is. [Huge Portal Opens.] What is this?! A DJ STORY. No Summit, from Bangarang— Unhinged My little cousin was a scary kid. [lil idania] Which is saying a lot. Cause I was a scary kid. I was emo. [emo me] I'm like “we cut ourselves” But she's like: “We cut overselves while setting each other on fire, watching loony toons.” And I'm older, so, of course; now I'm in college, and she's in middle school, I'm like “oh, my god—why” And she's like. “Cause it's funny.” I'm like, “What, Looney Tunes?” She's like, “Fuck Looney Tunes—blood on Fire!” — — “Blood on Fire?!” She's like, yeah: “Hahh yeah blood on Fire—hahaha” And just like...laughs maniacally, and I'm like “ … But I'm babysitting, you know, so I'm like [getting hella baked before babysitting.] [lil idania, also getting high before getting picked up.] Rolls up. *coughs* *burps smoke* ... ...… Rolls off. Cut back to: {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. SUPACREE shows up with 9 of JOEL's children from the outer infinite dimensions—none of which know which respective dimension they each belong to. —- A little known and hidden secret of the greatly beloved DESDMSU5 Dude. You went Lol To HOGWARTS? It's just school. ITS MAGIC SCHOOL. yeah. Wait. So deadmau5 went to school with Harry Potter? They're the same age. No fucking way, MISTER MAU5. A young DEADMAU5/JOEL clad in traditional hogwarts attire wales up from a very hard sleep Napping in class? Lol. Pause. So. So what? What house is he in? He's a Ravenclaw. Are you sure? Absolutely. Lol Is Dillon Francis a Hufflepuff Dillon is a hufflepuff. Supa spicy brown mustard Vinegar Mustard seed Sea salt Dijon Honey Turmeric Hippopotamus! I just thought of this: I'm on a mission, but forgot what it is… It's intermission, and I'm listening to this hit With no permission, I just sit where it fits; If it fits, I sits— If I'm stressed, I get zits, Ritz crackers is chips, I Chex-mix the best shit ever, I insist; Irresistible, emphasis on the iri, Like iridescent, er impressive if Es escribir en engrirish. Hehe Dude. What are you doing? I'm watching deadmau5. Uh, watching deadmau5? Yes, watching deadmau5. …deadmau5 is music. deadmau5 is music. MAU5: thats 5, I'm in. Nice. It's just—synestetics. — I don't understand. No, you dont. No, i dont— Here, take acid. [doesn't even hesitate.] Now take this. [hands off headphones] Okay, now what. Now just wait. Wait for what? Wait for deadmau5. S Y N E S T H E T I C S 101 OH MY GOD. Yeah. WHAT IS THIS. This is time. I AM TIME. Correct. WHATTHEFAHH. Hmmm. Yes. Wuhnaful. Mehehe. 30 HOURS LATER What the fuck. Yes, it is. Bro. What. I don't know. I forgot. — Biscoffs are vegan. —- (3) THESIS// Christmas In Hollywood 6 ½ cute. THESIS. // 1993. — {Enter The Multiverse} The Legend Of S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™ [The Festival Project] Whats going on?! Hi, Friend! No Strings Attached This Is The End. Peace Freedom —- (2) Probably another Skrillex Living On Borrowed Time ¡Culture Shock! -Blacklisted. —- (4) Hose On The Road Hoes On The Road Hoes On The Road On The Road. — (6) | — 3 x 3 x 3 — | My Super-Duper American Reality (((More Sacred Geometry))) WHY?! WHY!?! Don't Blame Drinking. My throat hurts; The post is open, I don't smoke, My minds open— My heart, and my legs closed Flume Drop The Game Lets Go Crazy>< My Generation {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

My favorite part. You've seen this? I am this. Where is Skrillex? SKRILLEX: is she coming? ...is he watching? This is intense. Joel will know. [dials phone] All: “JOEL WILL KNOW?” You know her?! *smirks* [his phone rings] (Answering) This is Joel. “This is Joel?” WHERE IS SKRILLEX? I got him. IS THAT HER? — IS THAT HIM? It is him. LET ME SEE. He charges—supacree remotely shocks him. The Others glance back and forth between Skrillex and the TV, amused and bewildered. Skrillex flails helplessly. oohhh! Woah. That is scary. Come get him. I would, but— She is fighting off various attackers, still maintaining a graceful and cordial phone conversation. Bring me cake. Joel, Ze Rules. …*sighs* well— You're right. Ah, fuck me— You know what—? Send Dillon Francis. Everyone: “SEND DILLON FRANCIS?” I just did. You did what? Where is Skrillex? Everybody looks back at the floor, which is empty. They look about confusiedly, until—from the opposite side of the room; [Dillon Francis (in Skrillex's Body), looks down at himself. ] What? Oh no. [looks in mirror] I'm Skrillex again? What the fuck. Joel: Yes, Dillon Francis. SkrillEx/Dillon Francis: Fuck me, twice. Supacree: through phone and TH/4th wall/4th dimension: Go fuck yourself! Skrillex/Dillon Francis: Come get me! GO GET SKRILLEX. [Hangs up. TV cuts to static.] —-###??!!###— What the fuck. ...you're Dillon Francis? Isn't it obvious? [Skrillex, but Dillon.] ...it kindof is… This is serious. What the fuck. Well, sorry guys. Sorry what, Joel? Don't call me Joel. You called yourself Joel. But you can't. Sorry for what? Now you're in. We're in what? Joel: arming rave weapon.] Ready Skrillex/Dillon Francis? Skrillex/Dillon Francis: I'm Always/Never Ready. (Preparing for mission) That is Dillon. Yeah, it is. [Huge Portal Opens.] What is this?! A DJ STORY. No Summit, from Bangarang— Unhinged My little cousin was a scary kid. [lil idania] Which is saying a lot. Cause I was a scary kid. I was emo. [emo me] I'm like “we cut ourselves” But she's like: “We cut overselves while setting each other on fire, watching loony toons.” And I'm older, so, of course; now I'm in college, and she's in middle school, I'm like “oh, my god—why” And she's like. “Cause it's funny.” I'm like, “What, Looney Tunes?” She's like, “Fuck Looney Tunes—blood on Fire!” — — “Blood on Fire?!” She's like, yeah: “Hahh yeah blood on Fire—hahaha” And just like...laughs maniacally, and I'm like “ … But I'm babysitting, you know, so I'm like [getting hella baked before babysitting.] [lil idania, also getting high before getting picked up.] Rolls up. *coughs* *burps smoke* ... ...… Rolls off. Cut back to: {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. SUPACREE shows up with 9 of JOEL's children from the outer infinite dimensions—none of which know which respective dimension they each belong to. —- A little known and hidden secret of the greatly beloved DESDMSU5 Dude. You went Lol To HOGWARTS? It's just school. ITS MAGIC SCHOOL. yeah. Wait. So deadmau5 went to school with Harry Potter? They're the same age. No fucking way, MISTER MAU5. A young DEADMAU5/JOEL clad in traditional hogwarts attire wales up from a very hard sleep Napping in class? Lol. Pause. So. So what? What house is he in? He's a Ravenclaw. Are you sure? Absolutely. Lol Is Dillon Francis a Hufflepuff Dillon is a hufflepuff. Supa spicy brown mustard Vinegar Mustard seed Sea salt Dijon Honey Turmeric Hippopotamus! I just thought of this: I'm on a mission, but forgot what it is… It's intermission, and I'm listening to this hit With no permission, I just sit where it fits; If it fits, I sits— If I'm stressed, I get zits, Ritz crackers is chips, I Chex-mix the best shit ever, I insist; Irresistible, emphasis on the iri, Like iridescent, er impressive if Es escribir en engrirish. Hehe Dude. What are you doing? I'm watching deadmau5. Uh, watching deadmau5? Yes, watching deadmau5. …deadmau5 is music. deadmau5 is music. MAU5: thats 5, I'm in. Nice. It's just—synestetics. — I don't understand. No, you dont. No, i dont— Here, take acid. [doesn't even hesitate.] Now take this. [hands off headphones] Okay, now what. Now just wait. Wait for what? Wait for deadmau5. S Y N E S T H E T I C S 101 OH MY GOD. Yeah. WHAT IS THIS. This is time. I AM TIME. Correct. WHATTHEFAHH. Hmmm. Yes. Wuhnaful. Mehehe. 30 HOURS LATER What the fuck. Yes, it is. Bro. What. I don't know. I forgot. — Biscoffs are vegan. —- (3) THESIS// Christmas In Hollywood 6 ½ cute. THESIS. // 1993. — {Enter The Multiverse} The Legend Of S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™ [The Festival Project] Whats going on?! Hi, Friend! No Strings Attached This Is The End. Peace Freedom —- (2) Probably another Skrillex Living On Borrowed Time ¡Culture Shock! -Blacklisted. —- (4) Hose On The Road Hoes On The Road Hoes On The Road On The Road. — (6) | — 3 x 3 x 3 — | My Super-Duper American Reality (((More Sacred Geometry))) WHY?! WHY!?! Don't Blame Drinking. My throat hurts; The post is open, I don't smoke, My minds open— My heart, and my legs closed Flume Drop The Game Lets Go Crazy>< My Generation {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Why did you do this? I didn't do this! You did this! I didn't do this! Why would I do this? How could you! I didn't! What the fuck is HE doing here? What the fuck. You need to stop this. I can't stop. What did you DO. Exactly what I had to. Shasta! Who the fuck is that? That's that bitch. I told you it was Shasta. Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this? Where is Skrillex? FUCK SKR— Wait, what show is this? INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT. I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance. And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it— But definitely, if I needed it. But, what is is “if”? And, what is “supposed”? What is it to “want”? And what's a “need”? Now I know— or at least pretend to. Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do; None the wiser, I am what I always was— And God is, as I am. INT. TURNER STREET—FAIRBANKS, ALASKA. DAY. Have you heard of Dillon Francis? I mean, I've heard of him… He's hilarious. I feel like me and him would get along. I doubt that. Look at this. No, thank you. Just watch it. Video: Need You, NGTMRE and Dillon Francis Dillon Francis: “so much trim , dude—shes overage, I think.” —You're probably right. Just watch it. Nah, I'm good. INT. GOOD CANNABIS—FAIRBANKS, ALASKA. DAY —- The DJ—slash—actor somehow became a muse for me after so tragically being entangled in a less-than-comfortable premonition turned fairytale fantasy via tragedy and trauma from the fallout of finding my formerly favorite founding father of modern dance music to have fallen from grace —Or into it— EXT. A DITCH SOMEWHERE. TWILIGHT A drunken DJ is discarded. —only to amazingly recoup and recover, seemingly like magic— Which by the way, is real. A comeback nobody saw coming— And still doesn't see, at least—as of yet. I remember the first time I levitated as an adult; two years later to that very day, I found myself uncontrollably laughing, to the opposite affect, so heavy I seemed almost to be bound to the floor; It was the only gift I received for my birthday that year, though albeit unintentionally given ROFLMAO. What in the fuck does that mean? Rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off. OH, THAT CHUCKLEFUCKER. I just laughed so hard, I came. I saw. Come here, kid. OW. Ohhhhhh, I see. what was THAT. Now, you listen, I am listening. No, you're laughing. That was more than a laugh… It was more than a look. DID YOU SEE THAT? WOW. That was orgasmic. Shishane!! I gotta go. Okay. But come here. (They kiss.) See you tomorrow. Yeah. Okay Hey, I'm home: SHASTA!!!!! Where WHERE YOU? I had work. Finally having caught up to SupaCree (in Skrillex's body), Sonny (as SupaCree) is flabbergasted at her actions. Dressed super flamboyantly and colorful, "Skrillex" looks ridiculous, touting a Jamba Juice and sipping erroneously SupaCree (S): what the fuck. Skrillex (SC): Yooooo. You're ugly. Mau5: you're one to talk. Skrillex: Psh I am sexy as fuck right now. Wow. SupaCree: Jamba Juice? I don't drink Jamba Juice. Skrillex: you do drink Jamba juice. I mean. I do. This was free. Actually, you know what, a lot of shit is free, when you're rich; it's fucked up. Right. Yeah. Doesn't make a lot of sense. ___________ (Earlier) A super hot fan girl walks up to "Skrillex" Hey stranger. Hey...wow. Yeah wow. This is kinda random, but would you want to… (whispers in ear) Woah. That is random. (Basic bitch giggle) haha yeah. You would do that? Yeah! Because...I'm... Skrillex..? Um, yeah, I guess… Huh. … Well...would you do that if I wasn't Skrillex? ..um...no??? Huh. ___________ (later) Skrillex (SC) Yo! Did you know that people will (whispers in ear) just because you're Skrillex. SupaCree (S): (bashfully) Well, yeah... Skrillex: YO! _______ Switching Back In an attempt to return to normal, Skrillex ends up back in his own body, but has left SupaCree and Dillon Francis now stranded in eachothers' bodies. Skrillex/Sonny: sigh of relief--rolls eyes at outfit, but otherwise satisfied, shrugging. SupaCree (DF) Woah I am...colors…! [Looks over self in awe] Dillon Francis (SC): Awh what, no way! Aaaaghhh! SupaCree (DF) [Looking down] ...these are tits. Dillon Francis (SC) : HEY! Don't touch my tits! [Looks in mirror] FUCK YEAH, I'M DILLON FRANCIS: Stuck in SuPaCree's body, Dillon Francis experiences full fledged synethesia heightened by the circumstances of the switch; an array of colors and vibrations fill the world; he stares, taken aback by Skrillex's "colors", which only he can see [but is clearly phonomenal.] SupaCree: Oh man, this is... [looks at Skrillex] Whuuuut. Skrillex: (creeped) What? SupaCree (DF) [steps away from him, wide eyed] ...this is a lot. Dillon Francis (SC) [checking himself out, approving] Dude I'm hungry. What do you eat? SupaCree: what the fuck do you eat? Sugar Cubes of acid? What the FUCK! Dillon francis: I try to stay away from processed sugar-- SupaCree: what the fuck is this shit? Calm Down, You're just ugly. Are you kidding me? !'m tripping dick right now. Dillon Francis: I'm tripping dick right now-- SupaCree: HEY. Dont touch my dick! No tits, no dick! Dillon Francis: first of all, I'm Dillon Francis, I can do whatever I want; secondly, nobody's touching your dick--ew--it's just attached to me. SupaCree: What is wrong with you?! Dillon Francis: nothing, im--i'm Dillon Francis. SupaCree: WHY is everything wavy--what are these colors? Dillon Francis: it's just---mild synesthesia-- SupaCree: "MILD" (to skrillex) Stay over there. SKrillex: K. Dillon Francis: It ramps up when I get excited. Or anxious. Or hungry. SupaCree: Make it stop. Dillon Francis: I can't. That's why I rave. SupaCree: AGH. Dillon Francis: Just don't get too close to Skrillex. Both: Why? Dillon Francis: I don't know, okay? Just...don't. And here, wear these [puts on sunglasses.] There. SupaCree: better...kind of. This is insane. Dillon Francis: just don't play his music… SupaCree: why, what does your music do? [Skrillex is silent. There is an obvious secret Dillon Francis sends a threatening glare towards him, and they nod in agreement not to elaborate] SupaCree: nevermind. Switch me back. Dillon Francis: no way! I'm an even whiter white guy now. I wanna go out! SupaCree: out where? Dillon Francis: I don't know. Somewhere really white. Like. Manhattan beach or--Beverly Center. SupaCree: I don't wanna go out like this! Dillon Francis: you're right, you look ridiculous. [She's still dressed in all black, signature skrillex] _____________ Skrillex, Dillon Francis and SupaCree end up as the finalists in the fight to the death J battle to become “God's” favorite DJ __________ Dillonception -Dillon Francis's Magical Universe immediately follows dillonception, where he uses his newly acquired = magic and works for a variety of characters to save the world, albeit from a DJless post apocalyptic wasteland. _______ Hot fan girl from before: you deleted that picture, right? (Later) Dillon Francis (as supa Cree) is wearing a shirt with a picture of the fangirl and skrillex [insert goofy picture here] a reference to Getter, though the act is innocent rather than sexual, as the prior scenes indicate. The Voices Parodyish Dilon is the only person who sees Gerald and his friends/ family as “just a pinata”, however, Gerald, appears as, in fact, a real person to everyone else, who believes Dillon to just be joking, or even ‘a real asshole' However, it is later revealed that as such, Dilon “suffers” from a condition similar to that which the main character of The Voices also struggle Dillon Francis is officially too hot for Supacree (Sunni Blu, alternately) as they are often booked to work together, Supacree becomes clumsily awry of Dillon Francis, hanzel, and RAF respectively. Don't do this. I'm about to. Just fucking stop! I won't stop. You're being ridiculous. Yes, I am. What—Dillon Francis?! What—Kayla Lauren—? It's a thing. It's a cult. Well, fuck this. I want it. So, get it. I got it. He played you. Okay, then— Listen to me—? I am listening… You are NOT— Let me guess— “NOT HIS TYPE” —yeah, I know. So, what's up! Well, he's hot— That's so gross— I'm an adult— He's a DJ— —a record producer— An Oscar nominated actor— What?! —and Grammy nominated. Wait, excuse me. Same year, too. Different project, though. How'd this happen? “This can't happen” Oh, my God! That never happened. What never happened? Okay. Exactly. What about So— WHO? Sorry. Right, exactly. Hey, how's Kayla? Who is “Kayla”? Well, this hurts. Just use it. He won't stay. Don't need it— —that's the way// I want it. So. Satan. ...hm? Can you handle this? This one's easy. He looks simple. But he's not. Dillon Francis is one of the most powerful Gods of creation in existence. What about Skrillex? There's no Skrillex. What about Sonny? S/He killed him. Oh. Who's this? This is Esmerelda. What's...she doing? Everything I won't. Woah. I'll be back. What is this? I remember this—he married her, and I suffered. Who, Kayla Lauren?! “She's so basic—“ So is Sonny. OoooOoooOooo000hhhh— —shots fired. “ The Simple Skrillex” That's this one. Fuck this nigga —fuck this nigga— And his posse. So, what's Dillon want? Nothing to do with me— Oh— Who are you? Who did you ask for? ...Jesus fucking Christ. What, Dillon Francis? ...are you busy? Jesus Christ and Dillon Francis finally have a face to face. “An Extended Vacation” Oh, my God. Don't say that. Fuck Dillon Francis. ...why does Dillon Francis have my dragon? Does she know I have her dragon WHY DOES DILLON FRANCIS— Is she mad? HABE MY DRAGON? Mm. Is she coming? You know what—?! — I should mention Wigga Skrillex, before I for get again Man, fuck SKRILLEC! Can't. He's “taken” Oh, is he? Plus, Dillon Francis has my—wait—. How did Dillon Francis get my dragon? Hoe did you get my dragon? You keep me jet Blue I can't forget you, But I can forgive you for getting me Used to this, Uselessness I'm just another useless piece of— Dillon Francis, send this shit to Skrillex, And just kill me— Or let's burn it, Just forget it; Didn't write it Need a girlfriend? That can never happen I don't want it, I just fantasized about it once, Or maybe twice I'm in my mind, I'll find you by the time I die, Right? Right? Dillon Francis's kick drum. In the reality where () becomes a college professor, she is interrupted by surprise and stunned, when Skrillex himself appears during a lecture deconstructing his music. After being banished into a reality where Dillon Francis is a level-one DJ in present times, he furiously attempts to escape through multiple failed attempts. He has also lost his ability and masterful magic of music, and experiences the struggle of obscurity and insignificance in the oversaturated and unfair present music scene. Just as he crosses paths with the alternate reality in which he has fallen into an eternity long Dark Void, which spirals towards Hell in a Terrifying Twilight-Zone like wormhole of sorts, where one's deepest transgressions, fears, and doubts are projected through infinite dimensions, often resulting in “The Illusion of Death”, or rather, depending on the construct of the respective reality, the “nearest-to-Death” experience you can possibly have. As the Dillon Francis in the Dark Void gets nearer to Hell, The Dillon Francis in “Dillon Francis Has No Fans Land” (located amongst the Universal Network of alternate parallels U has been been banishing ‘Hollywood People' into, scattering them into realities where they either haven't-yet or never-will make it to superstardom/celebrity status. *Note* This Universe has the highest concentration of SS as an actual person, as it is revealed to be hidden nestled and hidden in a deep subliminal realm of her own subconscious, which creates a protected vortex “off map”, a hidden Universe with its own complexities, Laws of Science, and Concept of Time; A Nearly Inescapable Consciously constructed set on its own independent, multidimensional grid--which only () herself can travel throughout. U kidnapping celebrities by Assassinating them through the “illusion of death” ( sometimes as the Colorful Crypt Keeper, depending on the reality) In our present reality (IRL) The Celebrities have either retired, disappeared into isolation “A Syd Barret”, or more dramatically, have actually died. Once removed from the current reality, the stars wake up in a new reality, where they are no longer wealthy, popular, famous or successful; While some entertainers happily (heaven) adjust to normalcy, finding happiness and bliss in simplicity, most are cascaded into an unraveling downward spiral, deteriorating their mental health as they experience life without privilege or status. “If Your Name Is________________, You're In My Movie” Once collected, they are then sent “One Deeper” into this skewed universe, again by Death, which happens in exact synchronicity of their first death, resetting time; they “What is this, Bad DJ Land?” “Yeah, I mean I call it, Dillon Francis Has No Fans Land, but. Yeah.” (mimicking her) “Yeah.” Venice Ventures (A Collection of Short FIlms, a Spinoff of the Scary Monsters Series, a Tie Into Secret Life of Sunni Blu/Much Ado About Sunni Blu, The Legend of SupaCree -Venice Ventures (Pilot/Venice Mini Burning Man) -Day Of The Dead -Who Killed Matt Maeson -Magic Is Real -Magic Israel -Magic Isn't Real -LSDream (Pt I.Vegas) -LSDream (Pt. II) -Brillz (Sammi The Bampheramph, circa 2013) -Au[DIO]tistic SupaCree meets two new “friends” at a small festival; However, she soon finds that she's on her own, after feeling “third wheeled” and deciding to roam closer to her home (front and center) on the dance floor. During a drop, she breaks into her signature improvisational “dance trance”, drawing a crowd of impressed and fascinated ravers, becoming quite instantly popular; It's almost, even, as if she has fans--as people excitedly ask to trade kandi and share dances. Then, as Getter begins his set--a circle of people have formed around her, groups of tribes, squads, and kandi kids, magnetically drawn to the The Vibe (I Am The Vibe) and spirit energy that the music awakens within her; The Spirits have called her home to journey into the spirit world, sending “Angels”, or “Light Spirits” tasked to assure that she completes this passage into the spirit world--aligning the present, with the future and past; Alternately, in the Dark Underworld, Demons, or “Dark Spirits/Lost Souls” to work against the light, as an effort to consume her, reawakening The Ego. The Ascended Masters, as an order to bestow Stories of Origin, ancient wisdom, and awaken the God Consciousness, allowing for ascension and Projection within the Interdimensions--must release the seal which holds the oldest known [or unknown soul], so that the “Light Magic” can be passed back to the living descendants of the ancestors amast to be Ascended Masters. To Blissfully yet truly unaware of her own light--either deeply within, or shining throughout, people dancing near her are givingly sharing “conscious gifts” forming a smoke circle within what seems to be an almost gravitational pull. She smokes cooly within the circle, enjoying the auras of those around her--who laugh, smile, dance, and greet her with friendly excitement; As she circle closes, she is handed a mysterious cartridge, filled with a liquid which she quickly examines in the dark and smoky crowd of dancers. ...This is weed? The girl neither shakes her head yes, or no--just gazing above the rims of her dark sunglasses. She takes three hits, and passes it back to the masked stranger, who disappears into the dancefloor. Thanks! (but she is already gone) The energy shifts around her, as her ravey extroversion quickly fades into an introverted and inward, calm and thoughtful state. She contently observes, as usual, checking back to see the the couple she came with, as they wave happily at her. She moves more closely to them, gesturing to meet her closer to the front of the dance floor. She looks up at the performance stage; the visuals, the lights, the many working parts of a high-production value theatrical production. The stage is set so that she has to look more upward at the DJ, who she stares at, drifting into what seems to be a daydream. Its time for Meditation. Meditate. Now? Ground Yourself. Are you serious? I just got here! Sit. As the bass drops, The world around her shifts, into a colorful array of light colliding with sound; Enter, World of Floor. (A flashback, to past raves) I always knew this world existed, but never had I imagined the things I hadn't seen, around and between all the things I had as I was flying overhead, passing by admiring all the life...and all the lights... (A montage of the World of Floor) (The Cosmic Owl's Flight) In a beautiful starlit meadow, on some distant parallel or humanoid existence, a group of boys are camping, being boys. One boy, a pale and slender boy with gentle eyes under pink-framed wide lens glasses, gazes up at the sparkling night sky toting his gun upwardly, looking through the scope. A bright shooting star appears, bedazzling him as he looks, rubbing his eye. What are you aiming at? It's darktime, I doubt you'll find anything to shoot. The boy shrugs, Suit yourself. The other boy heads back toward the fire, where at a distance one of the other boys asks “what is he doing?” I don't know, psh. Haha--maybe he's shooting stars. Shut up! They continue on. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, head pointed up as he watches the sky, inwardly wishing for another shooting star, then suddenly--a light, as something large and white flies over the campsite, leaving behind a gust of wind and sparkling light of stardust, dissipating as the boys all point their heads at the sky, wide eyed. WOAH! Did you see that? What do you mean did I see that? I'm sitting right by you! It went right over your head! Like, right by! They search the sky, as the stars seem to twinkle with a brighter blue-white light; The Giant White Owl once more flies by. What the-- Don't just stand there! What IS that thing? I don't know! Shoot it. The boy panics, aiming for the bird. He fires a shot, missing her, then another. Shoot it! From a birds eye view, the boys seem small in the vast meadow, nestled in a beautiful valley on a gigantic “alien” planet, with colorful auroras dancing in the atmosphere. The owl glows with the neon light, with giant wise eyes, whose light reflects the tale of all time. Hearing the two shots, but unfamiliar with the sound, she glides into a curve diving downward over the mountainside, towards the boy with the glasses, in her eye surrounded by an aura of golden light; she tilts her head as the shine in her giant eye sparkles with a loving light; As she admires the light, she cries as the sound of the gunfire aligns with a bullet, spinning her graceful flight into a flash of light, leaving behind a twisting trail of cosmic light and stardust. [*Director's Note:Though she appears only as a Giant White Owl (though with a glowing bright white light, only the boy in the glasses sees (with the naked eye) the neon spectrum of light emitted by The Cosmic Owl, eventually a full Prisim..] He jumps, as his eyes widen with shock and worry, in awe of the spiral of light and a shuttered surprise. You got it! Thank God, I would have called this whole thing off. What was that? At least he got it. Taking his gun off and dropping it, he walks still in awe towards the mountain, in an almost hynotized and quiet stride. ...Hey, where are you going? ...I'm gonna go find it. Go FIND IT? Why!? Just because it's not flying, doesn't mean it's not still alive! That thing was giant! Like three times your size! Ten Times! Unresponsive, and guided by the light, though fading, which has left a spiraled trail against the dark and starry sky. A giant moon rises over the mountain, as she runs into the forested hillside, ascending towards the spiraled light. Go after him. I'm not going after him. Someone go get him. YOU go get him. Pftt. Fuck that. They all stare blankly at eachother in an awkward silence. ...Mom's gonna kill us. -Countdown Shunned by h They know I am Good. Well. How? Who? They. Who this they? Anyone that matters. How--how? Insomniac. Right. EDC. right. The music. Well, it can't always end in martyrdom It always has Stay humble. All are one Whose world is this, anyway? Apparently, ours. Sonny's somewhere Sonny's always somewhere except, wherever I am. Not true. Oh, God. Hm…? What? I just want peace Want, or need? Need. Fair. I need PLUR Al of it? I'd gladly trade my life to rave again You were promised an eternal cebration in paradice Where's paradice Stay on the path San Diego would be on the path. It is. A town called paradice Oh, Tiesto. His wife is 23. Gross. Is it? Is it love? For now. Have faith. I am faith. Be kind. I am kindness. I said, stay humble. Kendrick. And? AND. The remix is always better. Only when it's. . I am Skrillex. As if. what is "if". Go make music. Music made me. I am music. I need tome. Who, what, and when, are driving in a car together… The coffee rub (run*) There's significance in that video there's significance in Dillon Francis Even Deadmau5? Who? On God. ...what? ...oh great, now I gotta figure out which biblical character represents Dillon Francis? It's not Jesus. We know Jesus. (Everyone knows Jesus) It is Jesus. Everything is everything. That's a step. No white saviors! ...go somewhere else. Be a color! … ___ There's a lady in my kitchen, cooking me breakfast. I cooked breakfast. ...is it...poisoned? No, it's breakfast. … … It is hot. Who are you? *censored vigorously* … Apparently, I'm Skrillex. What the fuck. What the fuck. I gotta go. through the other end of the telephone, a DJ, having overheard the conversation pipes in loudly, with peeping curiosity. Is that Skrillex? Call you back. Supacree continues cooking comfortably. Is he there? Another DJ runs towards the phone, having overheard—in the background, we see a news program playing, the headline reads WHERE IS SKRILLEX, the latter obscured. Is he there?! Sounds like him. Yo! It does! Where is Skrillex!? I gotta go. He hangs up the phone. … Dillon suspiciously pushes back his plate. SUPACREE Let me guess. DILLON FRANCIS HEY GOOGLE, call SUPACREE I am Google. DILLON FRANCIS Apparently, You're Skrillex. SUPACREE Apparently, I am. (I AM.) What was that? ...what was that? SUPACREE That was Ï. [beat.] [Very awkward silence] ...I need a… Eat your breakfast. Who are you? Listen, Dillon Francis. Who is that? That's—your name. No, I'm not… … …who are you? Alright, just— look. “NOT DILLON FRANCIS” She forfeits. She forfeits? This tournament is intense. How do you even remember this story? I just remember it...it sticks. ASCENSION. Who wrote this? Who, indeed. Explain that. I can't explain that. You made it, you have to explain it. I didn't make it. Yes, you did. I didn't make this. I will bring her here. How? Jeff: Don't ask me “how”, just watch. (Jeff?) What? I don't know how to spell “Excision” ((But I do.)) That's not a fucking FLEX, it's a SKRILLEX. It is what it is! IT IS WHAT IT IS AND I KNOW A SKRILLEX WHEN I SEE A SKRILLEX ITS A SKRILLEX. *GASP* THE HEX. (Oh shit, what Hex) ((The SKRILL-HEX)) (((AHA.)) Apparently. Watch this. [Ext. Basspod (Underground)] Wait, she's leaving. Where is she going? I don't know. Just-- I can't keep track! She was just-- --RIGHT THERE-- Wait, what was that? What was that? Over there? Over...where? It's….it's that way. That way what? Lets go. GETTER doesn't know what he did. JEFF knows exactly what he did and isn't saying shit. EXCISION knows where you can get it, but not unless you pay. SKRILLEXCISION is the world's hottest super-duo, (who is in reality, just one person.) ((and doesn't exist)) (((at least, in this dimension.))) SUPACREE, is probably -she dead -she's an alien -she has superpowers That's just a Skrillex. I don't think its-- Just leave it. IT'S A BIRD. IT”S A PLANE. IT”S SUPACREE SUPACREE, WHO THE FUCK IS “SUPACREE”? SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ. (who is actually several different people) ((who are actually just one being)) (((infinite)) SKRILLEX is … … …. … Explain that. I can't explain that, I didn't make that. Oh, you made it. I--okay, wait--no. I am NOT taking responsibility for this-- (She is responsible for this) ((and infinite other things)) (((everything, actyally.))) No, I mean, she's actually everything. “Everything” She doesn't know she's in control of it. Wait, I can control it? Watch. Don't watch. Just listen. It's not how i hear it, it's how I feel it. Did you run? NIGGA, I DID NOT RUN; I RAN. Oh shit, now she knows she's in control of it. Sick. Yess--but she doesn't believe it, so it's fucking with existence. Shit. This existence? Every existence. How can you tell? I don't even know what I'm about to say before I say it, I think she's writing this... Wait, do you usually know what you're going to say before you're gonna say it--? I don't know, I can't remember anything before this happened--I'm not even sure if we existed, I think we might be in this shit. Wait, like in this--like, we're not even… ...then it just ends, dude. IT JUST ENDED? But it wasn't just purple rain, It was rainbows and--wait So she.. Wait. Two planets passing so closely, the two worlds are forever changed. Well. Now that we know this is possible. Oh shit, that 12th PLanet. He's black? I-- Huh. Wait. Wait. Can I...Remix this…? What the fuck is a “Remix”? The Remixes. AH, FUCK THIS. Wait, did it-- It did, it dropped. He dropped it. FUCK THIS DUDE. OH, FUCK THIS MOTHERFUCKER. THIS MOTHERFUCKER. --BASS BITCH, MOTHERFUCKER!! Is that the lyrics? I don't know, that's just how it goes! ___ How do you know him…? We are...friends. BITCH, I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND-- DAMN! --I AM YOUR SAVIOR, YOU SHOULD BE WORSHIPPING ME-- Oh, shit. That took a turn. -- I do worship you. OH SHIT. THAT TOOK ANOTHER TURN. Are you sure it was CTHULU? (Nods.) Okay then, lets get this bitch. __ Skrillex and Dillon Francis make a Deal with The Ex. OH SHIT-- IS THAT WHY SHE-- YAH. UNH. YAS. So these planets pass so closely, that their atmosphere's collide, and--not only do they-- --THE PLANETS-- --actually manage to acknowledge eachother as it's happening, it actually alters their axis-- --yeah-- --and changes their orbital paths... Yes. WHAT? Okay. So. Look. There's two planets. Two planets, yeah. Different Galaxies. Well yeah, that--that would depend, wouldn't it. Dependent by which...definition... ? I mean; what is even a Galaxy-- I mean, scientifically? No, infinitely? Excuse me? I mean--what is a “galaxy” if existence is infinite. It's--what? If Everything is Everything; then whatever a galaxy is, by definition--what our actual perception of this reality is exactly just that Whatever I was about to type was definitely better sou The Legend of SupaCree follows an involuntary “hero” on her adventures, after her powers become unlocked; Now, she must join forces with the other DJ's to Save The Rave. _____ SupaCree refuses to tell anybody anything. (After Pre-edc scene) oh dude, that's a lot. It is a lot. She still hasn't told her mom you're “Skrillex” Ugh, no. And she makes me shop at K-Mart every time we go over there. You got that at K-Mart? It's nice. Yeah. Where did you find a K-Mart? ______ Where is “Earff”? _____ Bampheramph training is considered complete once the trainee “stops crying”, thus begins the official recruitment process, which includes but is not limited to reaching various ‘extremes', which differ by context. ____ Every red cup is just Another broken heart, Another broken dream, Another broken record, Playing on repeat … … … Wheres my Skrillex? Which-- So, Skrillex… You can call me Sonny. ...Skrillex... O...kay… [She squints suspiciously at him and jots something down in her notebook.] ____ So, do you use Serato, or Rekordbox? Neither I just [Demonstrates] What the fuck does that even mean. It means you can [Demonstrates] ____1 How is he doing this? Magic. I'm not going to fight for him. Do you honestly think this is happening to anybody else? Maybe. Honestly? Infinite. Infinite Skrill-- Infinite fucking everything. I'm not about to try to explain it. So what are you going to do? I don't know. The worlds gone mad she is, but she's not a man. She's trapped in a casket Can't listen to the map And can't imagine he'll ever come back Jag parked, smogs bad and she has a plan But can't get past the magnet Magic has its way of making things go crazy Why don't you just--& Oh what? Have my people call his people? Something like that His peopl I had a dream About a tent About a temporary tenant This christmas, its Resentment, Tension And whatever this is… Oh yes, "This is Skrillex…" wayward Hey. Hey. So, uh. So. What's wrong with you? ....what? What's wrong. Whats...wrong? --With you. SupaCree summons Skrillex. Skrillex. Stop it. Fuck you. Skrillex. Seriously, stop You stop. Skrillex-Skrillex-Skriooex o Oh no Just stop. In the parallel where… SŪpAcree has become a disasterously egotistic and diva-like superstar, we see she is in this world, outwardly bitter, rather angry and dispondant, having learned to capitalize best not being herself. A young intern helps to prepare an event; His trainer, an astute and rigid stage manager, after finishing a series of detailed questions about the theatrical performance and it's various attendees-+ leaves the intern alone for "just a minute" handing them her clipboard as she hurriedly rushes elsewhere. The intern scans the clipboard, flipping the front page over to reveal a hidden note. Taking the initiative (trying to be assertive in the newly appointed position), asks nervously... ...And what about Skrillex? Who? Skrillex. Who the fuck is that? Its...Skrillex. Tell me who that is. Uh… Go ahead. The intern stands, frightened at her anger. The stage manager returns. _______________ I hate this shit, it isn't fair. It isnt Wheres my phone? __ Woah. You did all this for Skrillex. Pretty much. Yeah. I guess. Yep. Wow. Okay. You would. (I did) Burn it. What? Fuck that! Ughhhhh. No. Sonny/fictional skrillex: Do you know why ai put you in this fucked up dimension? Me: WHAT? YOU DID THIS? NO--WHY--?? Sonny: So you could get your shit together. Me: well, that's fucked up. S/FS: I DID NOT think it would take this long Me: well, how long is it supposed to take? S/FS: I don't know… Me: ...well, how long does it usually take? S/FS: So wait; You guys from the future-- Fathomable future. Uh-huh Have seen the show? Yes. My show. Mm-hmm. / Well then, how does it start? ----------------------------- I already told you, no. Yes. I'm not going to Skrillex. You have to go. No. What the fuck is NO. I'm not going. WHAT? What. You have to go. Who says? We do. Okay. Okay. [beat] Who the fuck are you? OOH, ARE WE STILL BLEEPING OUT THE SKRILLEX? Yes. Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny You so Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Do you Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me I'm so Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly And I'm nothing Without you Was this a song? Probably. Looks like a song. Seems like a song to me. Nobody should ever hear this. Define…”nobody” The Song has become a number 1 hit radio sensation. What the fuck is my life. What the fuck is your life. I don't know what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuuuuuuck . Speak of the devil— (Terrified) what? Dillon Francis is here? What? No—it's just Skrillex, he's just...here to collect. What?! What, dude—Skrillex is your plug? Uhhh. For what? Where else am I gonna get premium space bass? Aaahh Gasp I knew it! I knew something about you was really Skrilly. Hella Skrilly. *doorbell rings* Ok, no Skrilly in front of the— He is magically just, suddenly inside. In front of the what? The two stand starry eyed in amazement. ...hey… X2: hey… Should we step outside? Oh, come in— —I did. I see that. (Lol )Right in He did that. He always does. This...transaction is private. It's fine. You guys are alright—maybe—breathe a little— —large gasp, has not been breathing since Skrillex...what did he even do. He like, apparated No—apps—no. There's no fire. He didnt apostate. Alright then, teleport. That silently? Yeah, I mean teleportals also are like: —actual teleportal, which is a huge, very not quiet, black hole like vacuum with lots of colors, lots of light— Oh. Well, how did he get in, then? He shifted. “What the fuck is Shiffted!?” The SupaCree and The Skrillex share these commonalities: *S13 (13th power ) —- Dude! I got the key! You got the key, yeah, it's one of these. A bunch of keys in a wheelbarrow. Dude. What. The fuck. I don't know! I just know, she told me the key was on the key ring WHAT keyring dyde?! This is just a wheelbarrow full of KE*T! (He produces a heavy chain which appears to (not really) link the kets together We...keychain. —Meanwhile, God deletes all the Florida Keys—except for one— I will not “go” to the “Skrillex Reddit” Go to that place. No way. We are going to the internet for ONE thing—and one thing only. We are gonna skate to one song, and one song only. BALL SO HARD MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA— No. One thing. Yes, I thought it was Skrillex. We never go online for Skrillex. Okay. Not even shopping. Alright, let's go. You don't even know what we're going for I hope he hears this She says I hope he makes it And by she, I mean me And I've been peayint for a way to try to say this stuff Spit it out Turn it up— Woah...okay! Okay what? What are you gonna do with all this Skrillex? Uh… …? …Just throw it out. Throw it out!? Yep. Why would you do that? *Shrugs* Don't need it. Don't need it!? Yeah, I just said that. Are you serious? Yes. Throw it out. No way. If you're gonna do that…I'll take it! You want it? W--Fuck yeah! For what? I don't know. I'll think of something. Okay. Yeah? Yeah...whatever. Yes! ...okay….Just--come help me lift this. “The Great Big Book of Skrillex” This...is just an Encyclopedia. ...you bought encyclopedias? I needed them for my library. ...you have a library? It isn't finished yet. It isn't...finished…? Not yet. They're installing the elevator. There's an elevator? Of course there's an elevator; it just doesn't get to the library. I meant— Come on. What did you do to my house ? Well, after I put the fire out— What fire? The main one. —there were, of course, several smaller fires— What The Hell? And now there's just that one. A fireplace? When did I get a fireplace? Well, I needed an easier way to get in and out. —where does it go? Out the chimney. —wait, did you just say “in and out”? That sounds good. I wish they had a vegetarian menu. French Fries? Uh huh. Is that it? I think so. GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR SAUCE. Ohhh, get ketchup. Sorry, we're out of ketchup. Out of ketchup? Yes. Okay, can I just have special sauce then? We are out of sauce. What. Every sauce? All The Sauce. GODDAMMIT DILLON FRANCIS. I hope this isn't like the Skrillex thing. We're still under the limit. Kick it. —-ugggghh, there are homelesses here!! —homelesseses are not always bad people Homeless—AGHHHBLLAAARRRGHHH— —-...okay, so they're not all sane, either but, neither am I. Homeless—RAAAAAAHHHH LALA—Aaahhhh NANA—*supa drunk* BLEEAAAHHHHHH DADA- Shhhhh—DADADADA - (Each character and each ensemble joins until all together they are are a crazy chorus in the ensemble in madness together) 1. Turn off the lights 17 minute dance number 2. Magic is real 20 minute dance number 3. LALa Land -La-Bay-Bay -Hollywoodland -HIII by the beach -Tent City Madness (homelessess) -The Bus Song -¡Panic @ The Disco! (Robbed) -Traiiin -ShutTheFuckUp -It's you! (Bless you.) -LALA Land (tune it out) 33 minutes ACT I— a young entrepreneur loses herself in the world of the bustling entertainment industry through entering the worlds within, and navigating the outterworld, while battling the worldly demons of darkness, as she fights for her life to break a curse set upon her by a devil with whom she will not name, but will haunt her—she must manage and master her inner magic to break this curse—and it is only when she learns that the curse may only be broken, if unspoken words are made spoken I just ate my skateboard That's okay I ain't bored— That's ok I ain't organized I came supplied: Some dude replied “I have the answer—come to me, you tiny dancer.” ‘Yessir' I replied with laughter Smile bright cause I'm an actor “Faster-faster-faster-faster!! I ” Shhhhhhhhhhh—SHADDUP. LALA- oh, hey you—! DADA- I thought we were suppressing her LUST-*sluttily* GAD- *quite so*>> We *are* LALA- *guiltily* —it's just... DADA- NO. No ‘it's just'— NANA- *drunkenly* yeahhh, keep it together, kassandra LALA & DADA- Shut the fuck up, hoe! [NANA shrugs and nothings away] LALA & DADA make a face at each other— - God, What the fuck is wrong with her, anyway? NANA coughs loudly, backstage. GAD- It's a curse. DOC- we don't believe in Magic. LALA- I don't believe in you, bitch! HOLLYWOOD (ensemble)- BITCH—WE DONT BELIEVE IN YOU, EITHER. The Three: Hot *daaamnn* Mr Poopy Butthole- hot daaaaamn...! (yeah, there's cameos) CAST: Mr. Poopy Butthole?!?! Mr. Poopy Butthole: Uhhh—yeaaah, I just got here I uhhhh, I got big plans—big dreams, you know, I just—I'm gonna be a staaaar!! CAST: Laughs—the laughter trails off into different forms—awkward, daunting, sarcastic—then, only the spirits and LALA—suddenly, it is dark, and she is laughing all alone. Her laughter turns into a sorrowful pout, looking about quite lost. She shudders. Lala- Fuuuuuuuck. And I could get a place out in Hollywood land— But I'd rather be close to the surf and the sand— Cause that's how I planned it This is my planet (This is OUR planet) Oh yeah, my bad—this is weird, having f all of us here ‘You should put on your ears, dear' Hustle, hustle, hustle That's how you get muscle And it just is what it is Bitch you know this is a business And you know that's how you get this Make your check, earn respect build up your interest Bank? No thanks. Cause bro you know that shit stanks— You studied all your mistakes— Keep money, make money tell yourself thanks (Thanks) You'll probably thank your self later (Twice?) That's when you start making paper (Thanks) And yeah you know you got haters (Who?) Yeah bitch you know he's a hater— (Boo) Who? Yo bitch—I told you no crying!! (Woah) (They go in the round, the 3) “Yes, ohhh my GAD” ( But I'm not Spent my deposit on a house that's rotting—vultures spotting me— Ex husband haunting me PTSD. Take it with me everywhere I go, It follows me, Swallows me up like the coffee cup I left and needed this morning. Oh, Elohim. Lala Land: a musical revue m Escaping your past is not always easy—Master Your Magic. Featuring music by: Skrillex (Vs)

Why did you do this? I didn't do this! You did this! I didn't do this! Why would I do this? How could you! I didn't! What the fuck is HE doing here? What the fuck. You need to stop this. I can't stop. What did you DO. Exactly what I had to. Shasta! Who the fuck is that? That's that bitch. I told you it was Shasta. Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this? Where is Skrillex? FUCK SKR— Wait, what show is this? INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT. I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance. And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it— But definitely, if I needed it. But, what is is “if”? And, what is “supposed”? What is it to “want”? And what's a “need”? Now I know— or at least pretend to. Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do; None the wiser, I am what I always was— And God is, as I am. INT. TURNER STREET—FAIRBANKS, ALASKA. DAY. Have you heard of Dillon Francis? I mean, I've heard of him… He's hilarious. I feel like me and him would get along. I doubt that. Look at this. No, thank you. Just watch it. Video: Need You, NGTMRE and Dillon Francis Dillon Francis: “so much trim , dude—shes overage, I think.” —You're probably right. Just watch it. Nah, I'm good. INT. GOOD CANNABIS—FAIRBANKS, ALASKA. DAY —- The DJ—slash—actor somehow became a muse for me after so tragically being entangled in a less-than-comfortable premonition turned fairytale fantasy via tragedy and trauma from the fallout of finding my formerly favorite founding father of modern dance music to have fallen from grace —Or into it— EXT. A DITCH SOMEWHERE. TWILIGHT A drunken DJ is discarded. —only to amazingly recoup and recover, seemingly like magic— Which by the way, is real. A comeback nobody saw coming— And still doesn't see, at least—as of yet. I remember the first time I levitated as an adult; two years later to that very day, I found myself uncontrollably laughing, to the opposite affect, so heavy I seemed almost to be bound to the floor; It was the only gift I received for my birthday that year, though albeit unintentionally given ROFLMAO. What in the fuck does that mean? Rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off. OH, THAT CHUCKLEFUCKER. I just laughed so hard, I came. I saw. Come here, kid. OW. Ohhhhhh, I see. what was THAT. Now, you listen, I am listening. No, you're laughing. That was more than a laugh… It was more than a look. DID YOU SEE THAT? WOW. That was orgasmic. Shishane!! I gotta go. Okay. But come here. (They kiss.) See you tomorrow. Yeah. Okay Hey, I'm home: SHASTA!!!!! Where WHERE YOU? I had work. Finally having caught up to SupaCree (in Skrillex's body), Sonny (as SupaCree) is flabbergasted at her actions. Dressed super flamboyantly and colorful, "Skrillex" looks ridiculous, touting a Jamba Juice and sipping erroneously SupaCree (S): what the fuck. Skrillex (SC): Yooooo. You're ugly. Mau5: you're one to talk. Skrillex: Psh I am sexy as fuck right now. Wow. SupaCree: Jamba Juice? I don't drink Jamba Juice. Skrillex: you do drink Jamba juice. I mean. I do. This was free. Actually, you know what, a lot of shit is free, when you're rich; it's fucked up. Right. Yeah. Doesn't make a lot of sense. ___________ (Earlier) A super hot fan girl walks up to "Skrillex" Hey stranger. Hey...wow. Yeah wow. This is kinda random, but would you want to… (whispers in ear) Woah. That is random. (Basic bitch giggle) haha yeah. You would do that? Yeah! Because...I'm... Skrillex..? Um, yeah, I guess… Huh. … Well...would you do that if I wasn't Skrillex? ..um...no??? Huh. ___________ (later) Skrillex (SC) Yo! Did you know that people will (whispers in ear) just because you're Skrillex. SupaCree (S): (bashfully) Well, yeah... Skrillex: YO! _______ Switching Back In an attempt to return to normal, Skrillex ends up back in his own body, but has left SupaCree and Dillon Francis now stranded in eachothers' bodies. Skrillex/Sonny: sigh of relief--rolls eyes at outfit, but otherwise satisfied, shrugging. SupaCree (DF) Woah I am...colors…! [Looks over self in awe] Dillon Francis (SC): Awh what, no way! Aaaaghhh! SupaCree (DF) [Looking down] ...these are tits. Dillon Francis (SC) : HEY! Don't touch my tits! [Looks in mirror] FUCK YEAH, I'M DILLON FRANCIS: Stuck in SuPaCree's body, Dillon Francis experiences full fledged synethesia heightened by the circumstances of the switch; an array of colors and vibrations fill the world; he stares, taken aback by Skrillex's "colors", which only he can see [but is clearly phonomenal.] SupaCree: Oh man, this is... [looks at Skrillex] Whuuuut. Skrillex: (creeped) What? SupaCree (DF) [steps away from him, wide eyed] ...this is a lot. Dillon Francis (SC) [checking himself out, approving] Dude I'm hungry. What do you eat? SupaCree: what the fuck do you eat? Sugar Cubes of acid? What the FUCK! Dillon francis: I try to stay away from processed sugar-- SupaCree: what the fuck is this shit? Calm Down, You're just ugly. Are you kidding me? !'m tripping dick right now. Dillon Francis: I'm tripping dick right now-- SupaCree: HEY. Dont touch my dick! No tits, no dick! Dillon Francis: first of all, I'm Dillon Francis, I can do whatever I want; secondly, nobody's touching your dick--ew--it's just attached to me. SupaCree: What is wrong with you?! Dillon Francis: nothing, im--i'm Dillon Francis. SupaCree: WHY is everything wavy--what are these colors? Dillon Francis: it's just---mild synesthesia-- SupaCree: "MILD" (to skrillex) Stay over there. SKrillex: K. Dillon Francis: It ramps up when I get excited. Or anxious. Or hungry. SupaCree: Make it stop. Dillon Francis: I can't. That's why I rave. SupaCree: AGH. Dillon Francis: Just don't get too close to Skrillex. Both: Why? Dillon Francis: I don't know, okay? Just...don't. And here, wear these [puts on sunglasses.] There. SupaCree: better...kind of. This is insane. Dillon Francis: just don't play his music… SupaCree: why, what does your music do? [Skrillex is silent. There is an obvious secret Dillon Francis sends a threatening glare towards him, and they nod in agreement not to elaborate] SupaCree: nevermind. Switch me back. Dillon Francis: no way! I'm an even whiter white guy now. I wanna go out! SupaCree: out where? Dillon Francis: I don't know. Somewhere really white. Like. Manhattan beach or--Beverly Center. SupaCree: I don't wanna go out like this! Dillon Francis: you're right, you look ridiculous. [She's still dressed in all black, signature skrillex] _____________ Skrillex, Dillon Francis and SupaCree end up as the finalists in the fight to the death J battle to become “God's” favorite DJ __________ Dillonception -Dillon Francis's Magical Universe immediately follows dillonception, where he uses his newly acquired = magic and works for a variety of characters to save the world, albeit from a DJless post apocalyptic wasteland. _______ Hot fan girl from before: you deleted that picture, right? (Later) Dillon Francis (as supa Cree) is wearing a shirt with a picture of the fangirl and skrillex [insert goofy picture here] a reference to Getter, though the act is innocent rather than sexual, as the prior scenes indicate. The Voices Parodyish Dilon is the only person who sees Gerald and his friends/ family as “just a pinata”, however, Gerald, appears as, in fact, a real person to everyone else, who believes Dillon to just be joking, or even ‘a real asshole' However, it is later revealed that as such, Dilon “suffers” from a condition similar to that which the main character of The Voices also struggle Dillon Francis is officially too hot for Supacree (Sunni Blu, alternately) as they are often booked to work together, Supacree becomes clumsily awry of Dillon Francis, hanzel, and RAF respectively. Don't do this. I'm about to. Just fucking stop! I won't stop. You're being ridiculous. Yes, I am. What—Dillon Francis?! What—Kayla Lauren—? It's a thing. It's a cult. Well, fuck this. I want it. So, get it. I got it. He played you. Okay, then— Listen to me—? I am listening… You are NOT— Let me guess— “NOT HIS TYPE” —yeah, I know. So, what's up! Well, he's hot— That's so gross— I'm an adult— He's a DJ— —a record producer— An Oscar nominated actor— What?! —and Grammy nominated. Wait, excuse me. Same year, too. Different project, though. How'd this happen? “This can't happen” Oh, my God! That never happened. What never happened? Okay. Exactly. What about So— WHO? Sorry. Right, exactly. Hey, how's Kayla? Who is “Kayla”? Well, this hurts. Just use it. He won't stay. Don't need it— —that's the way// I want it. So. Satan. ...hm? Can you handle this? This one's easy. He looks simple. But he's not. Dillon Francis is one of the most powerful Gods of creation in existence. What about Skrillex? There's no Skrillex. What about Sonny? S/He killed him. Oh. Who's this? This is Esmerelda. What's...she doing? Everything I won't. Woah. I'll be back. What is this? I remember this—he married her, and I suffered. Who, Kayla Lauren?! “She's so basic—“ So is Sonny. OoooOoooOooo000hhhh— —shots fired. “ The Simple Skrillex” That's this one. Fuck this nigga —fuck this nigga— And his posse. So, what's Dillon want? Nothing to do with me— Oh— Who are you? Who did you ask for? ...Jesus fucking Christ. What, Dillon Francis? ...are you busy? Jesus Christ and Dillon Francis finally have a face to face. “An Extended Vacation” Oh, my God. Don't say that. Fuck Dillon Francis. ...why does Dillon Francis have my dragon? Does she know I have her dragon WHY DOES DILLON FRANCIS— Is she mad? HABE MY DRAGON? Mm. Is she coming? You know what—?! — I should mention Wigga Skrillex, before I for get again Man, fuck SKRILLEC! Can't. He's “taken” Oh, is he? Plus, Dillon Francis has my—wait—. How did Dillon Francis get my dragon? Hoe did you get my dragon? You keep me jet Blue I can't forget you, But I can forgive you for getting me Used to this, Uselessness I'm just another useless piece of— Dillon Francis, send this shit to Skrillex, And just kill me— Or let's burn it, Just forget it; Didn't write it Need a girlfriend? That can never happen I don't want it, I just fantasized about it once, Or maybe twice I'm in my mind, I'll find you by the time I die, Right? Right? Dillon Francis's kick drum. In the reality where () becomes a college professor, she is interrupted by surprise and stunned, when Skrillex himself appears during a lecture deconstructing his music. After being banished into a reality where Dillon Francis is a level-one DJ in present times, he furiously attempts to escape through multiple failed attempts. He has also lost his ability and masterful magic of music, and experiences the struggle of obscurity and insignificance in the oversaturated and unfair present music scene. Just as he crosses paths with the alternate reality in which he has fallen into an eternity long Dark Void, which spirals towards Hell in a Terrifying Twilight-Zone like wormhole of sorts, where one's deepest transgressions, fears, and doubts are projected through infinite dimensions, often resulting in “The Illusion of Death”, or rather, depending on the construct of the respective reality, the “nearest-to-Death” experience you can possibly have. As the Dillon Francis in the Dark Void gets nearer to Hell, The Dillon Francis in “Dillon Francis Has No Fans Land” (located amongst the Universal Network of alternate parallels U has been been banishing ‘Hollywood People' into, scattering them into realities where they either haven't-yet or never-will make it to superstardom/celebrity status. *Note* This Universe has the highest concentration of SS as an actual person, as it is revealed to be hidden nestled and hidden in a deep subliminal realm of her own subconscious, which creates a protected vortex “off map”, a hidden Universe with its own complexities, Laws of Science, and Concept of Time; A Nearly Inescapable Consciously constructed set on its own independent, multidimensional grid--which only () herself can travel throughout. U kidnapping celebrities by Assassinating them through the “illusion of death” ( sometimes as the Colorful Crypt Keeper, depending on the reality) In our present reality (IRL) The Celebrities have either retired, disappeared into isolation “A Syd Barret”, or more dramatically, have actually died. Once removed from the current reality, the stars wake up in a new reality, where they are no longer wealthy, popular, famous or successful; While some entertainers happily (heaven) adjust to normalcy, finding happiness and bliss in simplicity, most are cascaded into an unraveling downward spiral, deteriorating their mental health as they experience life without privilege or status. “If Your Name Is________________, You're In My Movie” Once collected, they are then sent “One Deeper” into this skewed universe, again by Death, which happens in exact synchronicity of their first death, resetting time; they “What is this, Bad DJ Land?” “Yeah, I mean I call it, Dillon Francis Has No Fans Land, but. Yeah.” (mimicking her) “Yeah.” Venice Ventures (A Collection of Short FIlms, a Spinoff of the Scary Monsters Series, a Tie Into Secret Life of Sunni Blu/Much Ado About Sunni Blu, The Legend of SupaCree -Venice Ventures (Pilot/Venice Mini Burning Man) -Day Of The Dead -Who Killed Matt Maeson -Magic Is Real -Magic Israel -Magic Isn't Real -LSDream (Pt I.Vegas) -LSDream (Pt. II) -Brillz (Sammi The Bampheramph, circa 2013) -Au[DIO]tistic SupaCree meets two new “friends” at a small festival; However, she soon finds that she's on her own, after feeling “third wheeled” and deciding to roam closer to her home (front and center) on the dance floor. During a drop, she breaks into her signature improvisational “dance trance”, drawing a crowd of impressed and fascinated ravers, becoming quite instantly popular; It's almost, even, as if she has fans--as people excitedly ask to trade kandi and share dances. Then, as Getter begins his set--a circle of people have formed around her, groups of tribes, squads, and kandi kids, magnetically drawn to the The Vibe (I Am The Vibe) and spirit energy that the music awakens within her; The Spirits have called her home to journey into the spirit world, sending “Angels”, or “Light Spirits” tasked to assure that she completes this passage into the spirit world--aligning the present, with the future and past; Alternately, in the Dark Underworld, Demons, or “Dark Spirits/Lost Souls” to work against the light, as an effort to consume her, reawakening The Ego. The Ascended Masters, as an order to bestow Stories of Origin, ancient wisdom, and awaken the God Consciousness, allowing for ascension and Projection within the Interdimensions--must release the seal which holds the oldest known [or unknown soul], so that the “Light Magic” can be passed back to the living descendants of the ancestors amast to be Ascended Masters. To Blissfully yet truly unaware of her own light--either deeply within, or shining throughout, people dancing near her are givingly sharing “conscious gifts” forming a smoke circle within what seems to be an almost gravitational pull. She smokes cooly within the circle, enjoying the auras of those around her--who laugh, smile, dance, and greet her with friendly excitement; As she circle closes, she is handed a mysterious cartridge, filled with a liquid which she quickly examines in the dark and smoky crowd of dancers. ...This is weed? The girl neither shakes her head yes, or no--just gazing above the rims of her dark sunglasses. She takes three hits, and passes it back to the masked stranger, who disappears into the dancefloor. Thanks! (but she is already gone) The energy shifts around her, as her ravey extroversion quickly fades into an introverted and inward, calm and thoughtful state. She contently observes, as usual, checking back to see the the couple she came with, as they wave happily at her. She moves more closely to them, gesturing to meet her closer to the front of the dance floor. She looks up at the performance stage; the visuals, the lights, the many working parts of a high-production value theatrical production. The stage is set so that she has to look more upward at the DJ, who she stares at, drifting into what seems to be a daydream. Its time for Meditation. Meditate. Now? Ground Yourself. Are you serious? I just got here! Sit. As the bass drops, The world around her shifts, into a colorful array of light colliding with sound; Enter, World of Floor. (A flashback, to past raves) I always knew this world existed, but never had I imagined the things I hadn't seen, around and between all the things I had as I was flying overhead, passing by admiring all the life...and all the lights... (A montage of the World of Floor) (The Cosmic Owl's Flight) In a beautiful starlit meadow, on some distant parallel or humanoid existence, a group of boys are camping, being boys. One boy, a pale and slender boy with gentle eyes under pink-framed wide lens glasses, gazes up at the sparkling night sky toting his gun upwardly, looking through the scope. A bright shooting star appears, bedazzling him as he looks, rubbing his eye. What are you aiming at? It's darktime, I doubt you'll find anything to shoot. The boy shrugs, Suit yourself. The other boy heads back toward the fire, where at a distance one of the other boys asks “what is he doing?” I don't know, psh. Haha--maybe he's shooting stars. Shut up! They continue on. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, head pointed up as he watches the sky, inwardly wishing for another shooting star, then suddenly--a light, as something large and white flies over the campsite, leaving behind a gust of wind and sparkling light of stardust, dissipating as the boys all point their heads at the sky, wide eyed. WOAH! Did you see that? What do you mean did I see that? I'm sitting right by you! It went right over your head! Like, right by! They search the sky, as the stars seem to twinkle with a brighter blue-white light; The Giant White Owl once more flies by. What the-- Don't just stand there! What IS that thing? I don't know! Shoot it. The boy panics, aiming for the bird. He fires a shot, missing her, then another. Shoot it! From a birds eye view, the boys seem small in the vast meadow, nestled in a beautiful valley on a gigantic “alien” planet, with colorful auroras dancing in the atmosphere. The owl glows with the neon light, with giant wise eyes, whose light reflects the tale of all time. Hearing the two shots, but unfamiliar with the sound, she glides into a curve diving downward over the mountainside, towards the boy with the glasses, in her eye surrounded by an aura of golden light; she tilts her head as the shine in her giant eye sparkles with a loving light; As she admires the light, she cries as the sound of the gunfire aligns with a bullet, spinning her graceful flight into a flash of light, leaving behind a twisting trail of cosmic light and stardust. [*Director's Note:Though she appears only as a Giant White Owl (though with a glowing bright white light, only the boy in the glasses sees (with the naked eye) the neon spectrum of light emitted by The Cosmic Owl, eventually a full Prisim..] He jumps, as his eyes widen with shock and worry, in awe of the spiral of light and a shuttered surprise. You got it! Thank God, I would have called this whole thing off. What was that? At least he got it. Taking his gun off and dropping it, he walks still in awe towards the mountain, in an almost hynotized and quiet stride. ...Hey, where are you going? ...I'm gonna go find it. Go FIND IT? Why!? Just because it's not flying, doesn't mean it's not still alive! That thing was giant! Like three times your size! Ten Times! Unresponsive, and guided by the light, though fading, which has left a spiraled trail against the dark and starry sky. A giant moon rises over the mountain, as she runs into the forested hillside, ascending towards the spiraled light. Go after him. I'm not going after him. Someone go get him. YOU go get him. Pftt. Fuck that. They all stare blankly at eachother in an awkward silence. ...Mom's gonna kill us. -Countdown Shunned by h They know I am Good. Well. How? Who? They. Who this they? Anyone that matters. How--how? Insomniac. Right. EDC. right. The music. Well, it can't always end in martyrdom It always has Stay humble. All are one Whose world is this, anyway? Apparently, ours. Sonny's somewhere Sonny's always somewhere except, wherever I am. Not true. Oh, God. Hm…? What? I just want peace Want, or need? Need. Fair. I need PLUR Al of it? I'd gladly trade my life to rave again You were promised an eternal cebration in paradice Where's paradice Stay on the path San Diego would be on the path. It is. A town called paradice Oh, Tiesto. His wife is 23. Gross. Is it? Is it love? For now. Have faith. I am faith. Be kind. I am kindness. I said, stay humble. Kendrick. And? AND. The remix is always better. Only when it's. . I am Skrillex. As if. what is "if". Go make music. Music made me. I am music. I need tome. Who, what, and when, are driving in a car together… The coffee rub (run*) There's significance in that video there's significance in Dillon Francis Even Deadmau5? Who? On God. ...what? ...oh great, now I gotta figure out which biblical character represents Dillon Francis? It's not Jesus. We know Jesus. (Everyone knows Jesus) It is Jesus. Everything is everything. That's a step. No white saviors! ...go somewhere else. Be a color! … ___ There's a lady in my kitchen, cooking me breakfast. I cooked breakfast. ...is it...poisoned? No, it's breakfast. … … It is hot. Who are you? *censored vigorously* … Apparently, I'm Skrillex. What the fuck. What the fuck. I gotta go. through the other end of the telephone, a DJ, having overheard the conversation pipes in loudly, with peeping curiosity. Is that Skrillex? Call you back. Supacree continues cooking comfortably. Is he there? Another DJ runs towards the phone, having overheard—in the background, we see a news program playing, the headline reads WHERE IS SKRILLEX, the latter obscured. Is he there?! Sounds like him. Yo! It does! Where is Skrillex!? I gotta go. He hangs up the phone. … Dillon suspiciously pushes back his plate. SUPACREE Let me guess. DILLON FRANCIS HEY GOOGLE, call SUPACREE I am Google. DILLON FRANCIS Apparently, You're Skrillex. SUPACREE Apparently, I am. (I AM.) What was that? ...what was that? SUPACREE That was Ï. [beat.] [Very awkward silence] ...I need a… Eat your breakfast. Who are you? Listen, Dillon Francis. Who is that? That's—your name. No, I'm not… … …who are you? Alright, just— look. “NOT DILLON FRANCIS” She forfeits. She forfeits? This tournament is intense. How do you even remember this story? I just remember it...it sticks. ASCENSION. Who wrote this? Who, indeed. Explain that. I can't explain that. You made it, you have to explain it. I didn't make it. Yes, you did. I didn't make this. I will bring her here. How? Jeff: Don't ask me “how”, just watch. (Jeff?) What? I don't know how to spell “Excision” ((But I do.)) That's not a fucking FLEX, it's a SKRILLEX. It is what it is! IT IS WHAT IT IS AND I KNOW A SKRILLEX WHEN I SEE A SKRILLEX ITS A SKRILLEX. *GASP* THE HEX. (Oh shit, what Hex) ((The SKRILL-HEX)) (((AHA.)) Apparently. Watch this. [Ext. Basspod (Underground)] Wait, she's leaving. Where is she going? I don't know. Just-- I can't keep track! She was just-- --RIGHT THERE-- Wait, what was that? What was that? Over there? Over...where? It's….it's that way. That way what? Lets go. GETTER doesn't know what he did. JEFF knows exactly what he did and isn't saying shit. EXCISION knows where you can get it, but not unless you pay. SKRILLEXCISION is the world's hottest super-duo, (who is in reality, just one person.) ((and doesn't exist)) (((at least, in this dimension.))) SUPACREE, is probably -she dead -she's an alien -she has superpowers That's just a Skrillex. I don't think its-- Just leave it. IT'S A BIRD. IT”S A PLANE. IT”S SUPACREE SUPACREE, WHO THE FUCK IS “SUPACREE”? SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ. (who is actually several different people) ((who are actually just one being)) (((infinite)) SKRILLEX is … … …. … Explain that. I can't explain that, I didn't make that. Oh, you made it. I--okay, wait--no. I am NOT taking responsibility for this-- (She is responsible for this) ((and infinite other things)) (((everything, actyally.))) No, I mean, she's actually everything. “Everything” She doesn't know she's in control of it. Wait, I can control it? Watch. Don't watch. Just listen. It's not how i hear it, it's how I feel it. Did you run? NIGGA, I DID NOT RUN; I RAN. Oh shit, now she knows she's in control of it. Sick. Yess--but she doesn't believe it, so it's fucking with existence. Shit. This existence? Every existence. How can you tell? I don't even know what I'm about to say before I say it, I think she's writing this... Wait, do you usually know what you're going to say before you're gonna say it--? I don't know, I can't remember anything before this happened--I'm not even sure if we existed, I think we might be in this shit. Wait, like in this--like, we're not even… ...then it just ends, dude. IT JUST ENDED? But it wasn't just purple rain, It was rainbows and--wait So she.. Wait. Two planets passing so closely, the two worlds are forever changed. Well. Now that we know this is possible. Oh shit, that 12th PLanet. He's black? I-- Huh. Wait. Wait. Can I...Remix this…? What the fuck is a “Remix”? The Remixes. AH, FUCK THIS. Wait, did it-- It did, it dropped. He dropped it. FUCK THIS DUDE. OH, FUCK THIS MOTHERFUCKER. THIS MOTHERFUCKER. --BASS BITCH, MOTHERFUCKER!! Is that the lyrics? I don't know, that's just how it goes! ___ How do you know him…? We are...friends. BITCH, I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND-- DAMN! --I AM YOUR SAVIOR, YOU SHOULD BE WORSHIPPING ME-- Oh, shit. That took a turn. -- I do worship you. OH SHIT. THAT TOOK ANOTHER TURN. Are you sure it was CTHULU? (Nods.) Okay then, lets get this bitch. __ Skrillex and Dillon Francis make a Deal with The Ex. OH SHIT-- IS THAT WHY SHE-- YAH. UNH. YAS. So these planets pass so closely, that their atmosphere's collide, and--not only do they-- --THE PLANETS-- --actually manage to acknowledge eachother as it's happening, it actually alters their axis-- --yeah-- --and changes their orbital paths... Yes. WHAT? Okay. So. Look. There's two planets. Two planets, yeah. Different Galaxies. Well yeah, that--that would depend, wouldn't it. Dependent by which...definition... ? I mean; what is even a Galaxy-- I mean, scientifically? No, infinitely? Excuse me? I mean--what is a “galaxy” if existence is infinite. It's--what? If Everything is Everything; then whatever a galaxy is, by definition--what our actual perception of this reality is exactly just that Whatever I was about to type was definitely better sou The Legend of SupaCree follows an involuntary “hero” on her adventures, after her powers become unlocked; Now, she must join forces with the other DJ's to Save The Rave. _____ SupaCree refuses to tell anybody anything. (After Pre-edc scene) oh dude, that's a lot. It is a lot. She still hasn't told her mom you're “Skrillex” Ugh, no. And she makes me shop at K-Mart every time we go over there. You got that at K-Mart? It's nice. Yeah. Where did you find a K-Mart? ______ Where is “Earff”? _____ Bampheramph training is considered complete once the trainee “stops crying”, thus begins the official recruitment process, which includes but is not limited to reaching various ‘extremes', which differ by context. ____ Every red cup is just Another broken heart, Another broken dream, Another broken record, Playing on repeat … … … Wheres my Skrillex? Which-- So, Skrillex… You can call me Sonny. ...Skrillex... O...kay… [She squints suspiciously at him and jots something down in her notebook.] ____ So, do you use Serato, or Rekordbox? Neither I just [Demonstrates] What the fuck does that even mean. It means you can [Demonstrates] ____1 How is he doing this? Magic. I'm not going to fight for him. Do you honestly think this is happening to anybody else? Maybe. Honestly? Infinite. Infinite Skrill-- Infinite fucking everything. I'm not about to try to explain it. So what are you going to do? I don't know. The worlds gone mad she is, but she's not a man. She's trapped in a casket Can't listen to the map And can't imagine he'll ever come back Jag parked, smogs bad and she has a plan But can't get past the magnet Magic has its way of making things go crazy Why don't you just--& Oh what? Have my people call his people? Something like that His peopl I had a dream About a tent About a temporary tenant This christmas, its Resentment, Tension And whatever this is… Oh yes, "This is Skrillex…" wayward Hey. Hey. So, uh. So. What's wrong with you? ....what? What's wrong. Whats...wrong? --With you. SupaCree summons Skrillex. Skrillex. Stop it. Fuck you. Skrillex. Seriously, stop You stop. Skrillex-Skrillex-Skriooex o Oh no Just stop. In the parallel where… SŪpAcree has become a disasterously egotistic and diva-like superstar, we see she is in this world, outwardly bitter, rather angry and dispondant, having learned to capitalize best not being herself. A young intern helps to prepare an event; His trainer, an astute and rigid stage manager, after finishing a series of detailed questions about the theatrical performance and it's various attendees-+ leaves the intern alone for "just a minute" handing them her clipboard as she hurriedly rushes elsewhere. The intern scans the clipboard, flipping the front page over to reveal a hidden note. Taking the initiative (trying to be assertive in the newly appointed position), asks nervously... ...And what about Skrillex? Who? Skrillex. Who the fuck is that? Its...Skrillex. Tell me who that is. Uh… Go ahead. The intern stands, frightened at her anger. The stage manager returns. _______________ I hate this shit, it isn't fair. It isnt Wheres my phone? __ Woah. You did all this for Skrillex. Pretty much. Yeah. I guess. Yep. Wow. Okay. You would. (I did) Burn it. What? Fuck that! Ughhhhh. No. Sonny/fictional skrillex: Do you know why ai put you in this fucked up dimension? Me: WHAT? YOU DID THIS? NO--WHY--?? Sonny: So you could get your shit together. Me: well, that's fucked up. S/FS: I DID NOT think it would take this long Me: well, how long is it supposed to take? S/FS: I don't know… Me: ...well, how long does it usually take? S/FS: So wait; You guys from the future-- Fathomable future. Uh-huh Have seen the show? Yes. My show. Mm-hmm. / Well then, how does it start? ----------------------------- I already told you, no. Yes. I'm not going to Skrillex. You have to go. No. What the fuck is NO. I'm not going. WHAT? What. You have to go. Who says? We do. Okay. Okay. [beat] Who the fuck are you? OOH, ARE WE STILL BLEEPING OUT THE SKRILLEX? Yes. Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny You so Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Do you Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me I'm so Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly And I'm nothing Without you Was this a song? Probably. Looks like a song. Seems like a song to me. Nobody should ever hear this. Define…”nobody” The Song has become a number 1 hit radio sensation. What the fuck is my life. What the fuck is your life. I don't know what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuuuuuuck . Speak of the devil— (Terrified) what? Dillon Francis is here? What? No—it's just Skrillex, he's just...here to collect. What?! What, dude—Skrillex is your plug? Uhhh. For what? Where else am I gonna get premium space bass? Aaahh Gasp I knew it! I knew something about you was really Skrilly. Hella Skrilly. *doorbell rings* Ok, no Skrilly in front of the— He is magically just, suddenly inside. In front of the what? The two stand starry eyed in amazement. ...hey… X2: hey… Should we step outside? Oh, come in— —I did. I see that. (Lol )Right in He did that. He always does. This...transaction is private. It's fine. You guys are alright—maybe—breathe a little— —large gasp, has not been breathing since Skrillex...what did he even do. He like, apparated No—apps—no. There's no fire. He didnt apostate. Alright then, teleport. That silently? Yeah, I mean teleportals also are like: —actual teleportal, which is a huge, very not quiet, black hole like vacuum with lots of colors, lots of light— Oh. Well, how did he get in, then? He shifted. “What the fuck is Shiffted!?” The SupaCree and The Skrillex share these commonalities: *S13 (13th power ) —- Dude! I got the key! You got the key, yeah, it's one of these. A bunch of keys in a wheelbarrow. Dude. What. The fuck. I don't know! I just know, she told me the key was on the key ring WHAT keyring dyde?! This is just a wheelbarrow full of KE*T! (He produces a heavy chain which appears to (not really) link the kets together We...keychain. —Meanwhile, God deletes all the Florida Keys—except for one— I will not “go” to the “Skrillex Reddit” Go to that place. No way. We are going to the internet for ONE thing—and one thing only. We are gonna skate to one song, and one song only. BALL SO HARD MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA— No. One thing. Yes, I thought it was Skrillex. We never go online for Skrillex. Okay. Not even shopping. Alright, let's go. You don't even know what we're going for I hope he hears this She says I hope he makes it And by she, I mean me And I've been peayint for a way to try to say this stuff Spit it out Turn it up— Woah...okay! Okay what? What are you gonna do with all this Skrillex? Uh… …? …Just throw it out. Throw it out!? Yep. Why would you do that? *Shrugs* Don't need it. Don't need it!? Yeah, I just said that. Are you serious? Yes. Throw it out. No way. If you're gonna do that…I'll take it! You want it? W--Fuck yeah! For what? I don't know. I'll think of something. Okay. Yeah? Yeah...whatever. Yes! ...okay….Just--come help me lift this. “The Great Big Book of Skrillex” This...is just an Encyclopedia. ...you bought encyclopedias? I needed them for my library. ...you have a library? It isn't finished yet. It isn't...finished…? Not yet. They're installing the elevator. There's an elevator? Of course there's an elevator; it just doesn't get to the library. I meant— Come on. What did you do to my house ? Well, after I put the fire out— What fire? The main one. —there were, of course, several smaller fires— What The Hell? And now there's just that one. A fireplace? When did I get a fireplace? Well, I needed an easier way to get in and out. —where does it go? Out the chimney. —wait, did you just say “in and out”? That sounds good. I wish they had a vegetarian menu. French Fries? Uh huh. Is that it? I think so. GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR SAUCE. Ohhh, get ketchup. Sorry, we're out of ketchup. Out of ketchup? Yes. Okay, can I just have special sauce then? We are out of sauce. What. Every sauce? All The Sauce. GODDAMMIT DILLON FRANCIS. I hope this isn't like the Skrillex thing. We're still under the limit. Kick it. —-ugggghh, there are homelesses here!! —homelesseses are not always bad people Homeless—AGHHHBLLAAARRRGHHH— —-...okay, so they're not all sane, either but, neither am I. Homeless—RAAAAAAHHHH LALA—Aaahhhh NANA—*supa drunk* BLEEAAAHHHHHH DADA- Shhhhh—DADADADA - (Each character and each ensemble joins until all together they are are a crazy chorus in the ensemble in madness together) 1. Turn off the lights 17 minute dance number 2. Magic is real 20 minute dance number 3. LALa Land -La-Bay-Bay -Hollywoodland -HIII by the beach -Tent City Madness (homelessess) -The Bus Song -¡Panic @ The Disco! (Robbed) -Traiiin -ShutTheFuckUp -It's you! (Bless you.) -LALA Land (tune it out) 33 minutes ACT I— a young entrepreneur loses herself in the world of the bustling entertainment industry through entering the worlds within, and navigating the outterworld, while battling the worldly demons of darkness, as she fights for her life to break a curse set upon her by a devil with whom she will not name, but will haunt her—she must manage and master her inner magic to break this curse—and it is only when she learns that the curse may only be broken, if unspoken words are made spoken I just ate my skateboard That's okay I ain't bored— That's ok I ain't organized I came supplied: Some dude replied “I have the answer—come to me, you tiny dancer.” ‘Yessir' I replied with laughter Smile bright cause I'm an actor “Faster-faster-faster-faster!! I ” Shhhhhhhhhhh—SHADDUP. LALA- oh, hey you—! DADA- I thought we were suppressing her LUST-*sluttily* GAD- *quite so*>> We *are* LALA- *guiltily* —it's just... DADA- NO. No ‘it's just'— NANA- *drunkenly* yeahhh, keep it together, kassandra LALA & DADA- Shut the fuck up, hoe! [NANA shrugs and nothings away] LALA & DADA make a face at each other— - God, What the fuck is wrong with her, anyway? NANA coughs loudly, backstage. GAD- It's a curse. DOC- we don't believe in Magic. LALA- I don't believe in you, bitch! HOLLYWOOD (ensemble)- BITCH—WE DONT BELIEVE IN YOU, EITHER. The Three: Hot *daaamnn* Mr Poopy Butthole- hot daaaaamn...! (yeah, there's cameos) CAST: Mr. Poopy Butthole?!?! Mr. Poopy Butthole: Uhhh—yeaaah, I just got here I uhhhh, I got big plans—big dreams, you know, I just—I'm gonna be a staaaar!! CAST: Laughs—the laughter trails off into different forms—awkward, daunting, sarcastic—then, only the spirits and LALA—suddenly, it is dark, and she is laughing all alone. Her laughter turns into a sorrowful pout, looking about quite lost. She shudders. Lala- Fuuuuuuuck. And I could get a place out in Hollywood land— But I'd rather be close to the surf and the sand— Cause that's how I planned it This is my planet (This is OUR planet) Oh yeah, my bad—this is weird, having f all of us here ‘You should put on your ears, dear' Hustle, hustle, hustle That's how you get muscle And it just is what it is Bitch you know this is a business And you know that's how you get this Make your check, earn respect build up your interest Bank? No thanks. Cause bro you know that shit stanks— You studied all your mistakes— Keep money, make money tell yourself thanks (Thanks) You'll probably thank your self later (Twice?) That's when you start making paper (Thanks) And yeah you know you got haters (Who?) Yeah bitch you know he's a hater— (Boo) Who? Yo bitch—I told you no crying!! (Woah) (They go in the round, the 3) “Yes, ohhh my GAD” ( But I'm not Spent my deposit on a house that's rotting—vultures spotting me— Ex husband haunting me PTSD. Take it with me everywhere I go, It follows me, Swallows me up like the coffee cup I left and needed this morning. Oh, Elohim. Lala Land: a musical revue m Escaping your past is not always easy—Master Your Magic. Featuring music by: Skrillex (Vs)

Why did you do this? I didn't do this! You did this! I didn't do this! Why would I do this? How could you! I didn't! What the fuck is HE doing here? What the fuck. You need to stop this. I can't stop. What did you DO. Exactly what I had to. Shasta! Who the fuck is that? That's that bitch. I told you it was Shasta. Who the fuck is Shasta. What show is this? Where is Skrillex? FUCK SKR— Wait, what show is this? INT. THE VOID. DAY & NIGHT. I remember the first time I ever realized, I could love anyone in the world, if they needed me to—or, if they just gave me the chance. Or if I got the chance. Or, if there was a chance. And, if there was a chance, and it was supposed to happen, it always would—especially if I wanted it— But definitely, if I needed it. But, what is is “if”? And, what is “supposed”? What is it to “want”? And what's a “need”? Now I know— or at least pretend to. Because, the more it is I think I know, the actual less I feel that I actually do; None the wiser, I am what I always was— And God is, as I am. INT. TURNER STREET—FAIRBANKS, ALASKA. DAY. Have you heard of Dillon Francis? I mean, I've heard of him… He's hilarious. I feel like me and him would get along. I doubt that. Look at this. No, thank you. Just watch it. Video: Need You, NGTMRE and Dillon Francis Dillon Francis: “so much trim , dude—shes overage, I think.” —You're probably right. Just watch it. Nah, I'm good. INT. GOOD CANNABIS—FAIRBANKS, ALASKA. DAY —- The DJ—slash—actor somehow became a muse for me after so tragically being entangled in a less-than-comfortable premonition turned fairytale fantasy via tragedy and trauma from the fallout of finding my formerly favorite founding father of modern dance music to have fallen from grace —Or into it— EXT. A DITCH SOMEWHERE. TWILIGHT A drunken DJ is discarded. —only to amazingly recoup and recover, seemingly like magic— Which by the way, is real. A comeback nobody saw coming— And still doesn't see, at least—as of yet. I remember the first time I levitated as an adult; two years later to that very day, I found myself uncontrollably laughing, to the opposite affect, so heavy I seemed almost to be bound to the floor; It was the only gift I received for my birthday that year, though albeit unintentionally given ROFLMAO. What in the fuck does that mean? Rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off. OH, THAT CHUCKLEFUCKER. I just laughed so hard, I came. I saw. Come here, kid. OW. Ohhhhhh, I see. what was THAT. Now, you listen, I am listening. No, you're laughing. That was more than a laugh… It was more than a look. DID YOU SEE THAT? WOW. That was orgasmic. Shishane!! I gotta go. Okay. But come here. (They kiss.) See you tomorrow. Yeah. Okay Hey, I'm home: SHASTA!!!!! Where WHERE YOU? I had work. Finally having caught up to SupaCree (in Skrillex's body), Sonny (as SupaCree) is flabbergasted at her actions. Dressed super flamboyantly and colorful, "Skrillex" looks ridiculous, touting a Jamba Juice and sipping erroneously SupaCree (S): what the fuck. Skrillex (SC): Yooooo. You're ugly. Mau5: you're one to talk. Skrillex: Psh I am sexy as fuck right now. Wow. SupaCree: Jamba Juice? I don't drink Jamba Juice. Skrillex: you do drink Jamba juice. I mean. I do. This was free. Actually, you know what, a lot of shit is free, when you're rich; it's fucked up. Right. Yeah. Doesn't make a lot of sense. ___________ (Earlier) A super hot fan girl walks up to "Skrillex" Hey stranger. Hey...wow. Yeah wow. This is kinda random, but would you want to… (whispers in ear) Woah. That is random. (Basic bitch giggle) haha yeah. You would do that? Yeah! Because...I'm... Skrillex..? Um, yeah, I guess… Huh. … Well...would you do that if I wasn't Skrillex? ..um...no??? Huh. ___________ (later) Skrillex (SC) Yo! Did you know that people will (whispers in ear) just because you're Skrillex. SupaCree (S): (bashfully) Well, yeah... Skrillex: YO! _______ Switching Back In an attempt to return to normal, Skrillex ends up back in his own body, but has left SupaCree and Dillon Francis now stranded in eachothers' bodies. Skrillex/Sonny: sigh of relief--rolls eyes at outfit, but otherwise satisfied, shrugging. SupaCree (DF) Woah I am...colors…! [Looks over self in awe] Dillon Francis (SC): Awh what, no way! Aaaaghhh! SupaCree (DF) [Looking down] ...these are tits. Dillon Francis (SC) : HEY! Don't touch my tits! [Looks in mirror] FUCK YEAH, I'M DILLON FRANCIS: Stuck in SuPaCree's body, Dillon Francis experiences full fledged synethesia heightened by the circumstances of the switch; an array of colors and vibrations fill the world; he stares, taken aback by Skrillex's "colors", which only he can see [but is clearly phonomenal.] SupaCree: Oh man, this is... [looks at Skrillex] Whuuuut. Skrillex: (creeped) What? SupaCree (DF) [steps away from him, wide eyed] ...this is a lot. Dillon Francis (SC) [checking himself out, approving] Dude I'm hungry. What do you eat? SupaCree: what the fuck do you eat? Sugar Cubes of acid? What the FUCK! Dillon francis: I try to stay away from processed sugar-- SupaCree: what the fuck is this shit? Calm Down, You're just ugly. Are you kidding me? !'m tripping dick right now. Dillon Francis: I'm tripping dick right now-- SupaCree: HEY. Dont touch my dick! No tits, no dick! Dillon Francis: first of all, I'm Dillon Francis, I can do whatever I want; secondly, nobody's touching your dick--ew--it's just attached to me. SupaCree: What is wrong with you?! Dillon Francis: nothing, im--i'm Dillon Francis. SupaCree: WHY is everything wavy--what are these colors? Dillon Francis: it's just---mild synesthesia-- SupaCree: "MILD" (to skrillex) Stay over there. SKrillex: K. Dillon Francis: It ramps up when I get excited. Or anxious. Or hungry. SupaCree: Make it stop. Dillon Francis: I can't. That's why I rave. SupaCree: AGH. Dillon Francis: Just don't get too close to Skrillex. Both: Why? Dillon Francis: I don't know, okay? Just...don't. And here, wear these [puts on sunglasses.] There. SupaCree: better...kind of. This is insane. Dillon Francis: just don't play his music… SupaCree: why, what does your music do? [Skrillex is silent. There is an obvious secret Dillon Francis sends a threatening glare towards him, and they nod in agreement not to elaborate] SupaCree: nevermind. Switch me back. Dillon Francis: no way! I'm an even whiter white guy now. I wanna go out! SupaCree: out where? Dillon Francis: I don't know. Somewhere really white. Like. Manhattan beach or--Beverly Center. SupaCree: I don't wanna go out like this! Dillon Francis: you're right, you look ridiculous. [She's still dressed in all black, signature skrillex] _____________ Skrillex, Dillon Francis and SupaCree end up as the finalists in the fight to the death J battle to become “God's” favorite DJ __________ Dillonception -Dillon Francis's Magical Universe immediately follows dillonception, where he uses his newly acquired = magic and works for a variety of characters to save the world, albeit from a DJless post apocalyptic wasteland. _______ Hot fan girl from before: you deleted that picture, right? (Later) Dillon Francis (as supa Cree) is wearing a shirt with a picture of the fangirl and skrillex [insert goofy picture here] a reference to Getter, though the act is innocent rather than sexual, as the prior scenes indicate. The Voices Parodyish Dilon is the only person who sees Gerald and his friends/ family as “just a pinata”, however, Gerald, appears as, in fact, a real person to everyone else, who believes Dillon to just be joking, or even ‘a real asshole' However, it is later revealed that as such, Dilon “suffers” from a condition similar to that which the main character of The Voices also struggle Dillon Francis is officially too hot for Supacree (Sunni Blu, alternately) as they are often booked to work together, Supacree becomes clumsily awry of Dillon Francis, hanzel, and RAF respectively. Don't do this. I'm about to. Just fucking stop! I won't stop. You're being ridiculous. Yes, I am. What—Dillon Francis?! What—Kayla Lauren—? It's a thing. It's a cult. Well, fuck this. I want it. So, get it. I got it. He played you. Okay, then— Listen to me—? I am listening… You are NOT— Let me guess— “NOT HIS TYPE” —yeah, I know. So, what's up! Well, he's hot— That's so gross— I'm an adult— He's a DJ— —a record producer— An Oscar nominated actor— What?! —and Grammy nominated. Wait, excuse me. Same year, too. Different project, though. How'd this happen? “This can't happen” Oh, my God! That never happened. What never happened? Okay. Exactly. What about So— WHO? Sorry. Right, exactly. Hey, how's Kayla? Who is “Kayla”? Well, this hurts. Just use it. He won't stay. Don't need it— —that's the way// I want it. So. Satan. ...hm? Can you handle this? This one's easy. He looks simple. But he's not. Dillon Francis is one of the most powerful Gods of creation in existence. What about Skrillex? There's no Skrillex. What about Sonny? S/He killed him. Oh. Who's this? This is Esmerelda. What's...she doing? Everything I won't. Woah. I'll be back. What is this? I remember this—he married her, and I suffered. Who, Kayla Lauren?! “She's so basic—“ So is Sonny. OoooOoooOooo000hhhh— —shots fired. “ The Simple Skrillex” That's this one. Fuck this nigga —fuck this nigga— And his posse. So, what's Dillon want? Nothing to do with me— Oh— Who are you? Who did you ask for? ...Jesus fucking Christ. What, Dillon Francis? ...are you busy? Jesus Christ and Dillon Francis finally have a face to face. “An Extended Vacation” Oh, my God. Don't say that. Fuck Dillon Francis. ...why does Dillon Francis have my dragon? Does she know I have her dragon WHY DOES DILLON FRANCIS— Is she mad? HABE MY DRAGON? Mm. Is she coming? You know what—?! — I should mention Wigga Skrillex, before I for get again Man, fuck SKRILLEC! Can't. He's “taken” Oh, is he? Plus, Dillon Francis has my—wait—. How did Dillon Francis get my dragon? Hoe did you get my dragon? You keep me jet Blue I can't forget you, But I can forgive you for getting me Used to this, Uselessness I'm just another useless piece of— Dillon Francis, send this shit to Skrillex, And just kill me— Or let's burn it, Just forget it; Didn't write it Need a girlfriend? That can never happen I don't want it, I just fantasized about it once, Or maybe twice I'm in my mind, I'll find you by the time I die, Right? Right? Dillon Francis's kick drum. In the reality where () becomes a college professor, she is interrupted by surprise and stunned, when Skrillex himself appears during a lecture deconstructing his music. After being banished into a reality where Dillon Francis is a level-one DJ in present times, he furiously attempts to escape through multiple failed attempts. He has also lost his ability and masterful magic of music, and experiences the struggle of obscurity and insignificance in the oversaturated and unfair present music scene. Just as he crosses paths with the alternate reality in which he has fallen into an eternity long Dark Void, which spirals towards Hell in a Terrifying Twilight-Zone like wormhole of sorts, where one's deepest transgressions, fears, and doubts are projected through infinite dimensions, often resulting in “The Illusion of Death”, or rather, depending on the construct of the respective reality, the “nearest-to-Death” experience you can possibly have. As the Dillon Francis in the Dark Void gets nearer to Hell, The Dillon Francis in “Dillon Francis Has No Fans Land” (located amongst the Universal Network of alternate parallels U has been been banishing ‘Hollywood People' into, scattering them into realities where they either haven't-yet or never-will make it to superstardom/celebrity status. *Note* This Universe has the highest concentration of SS as an actual person, as it is revealed to be hidden nestled and hidden in a deep subliminal realm of her own subconscious, which creates a protected vortex “off map”, a hidden Universe with its own complexities, Laws of Science, and Concept of Time; A Nearly Inescapable Consciously constructed set on its own independent, multidimensional grid--which only () herself can travel throughout. U kidnapping celebrities by Assassinating them through the “illusion of death” ( sometimes as the Colorful Crypt Keeper, depending on the reality) In our present reality (IRL) The Celebrities have either retired, disappeared into isolation “A Syd Barret”, or more dramatically, have actually died. Once removed from the current reality, the stars wake up in a new reality, where they are no longer wealthy, popular, famous or successful; While some entertainers happily (heaven) adjust to normalcy, finding happiness and bliss in simplicity, most are cascaded into an unraveling downward spiral, deteriorating their mental health as they experience life without privilege or status. “If Your Name Is________________, You're In My Movie” Once collected, they are then sent “One Deeper” into this skewed universe, again by Death, which happens in exact synchronicity of their first death, resetting time; they “What is this, Bad DJ Land?” “Yeah, I mean I call it, Dillon Francis Has No Fans Land, but. Yeah.” (mimicking her) “Yeah.” Venice Ventures (A Collection of Short FIlms, a Spinoff of the Scary Monsters Series, a Tie Into Secret Life of Sunni Blu/Much Ado About Sunni Blu, The Legend of SupaCree -Venice Ventures (Pilot/Venice Mini Burning Man) -Day Of The Dead -Who Killed Matt Maeson -Magic Is Real -Magic Israel -Magic Isn't Real -LSDream (Pt I.Vegas) -LSDream (Pt. II) -Brillz (Sammi The Bampheramph, circa 2013) -Au[DIO]tistic SupaCree meets two new “friends” at a small festival; However, she soon finds that she's on her own, after feeling “third wheeled” and deciding to roam closer to her home (front and center) on the dance floor. During a drop, she breaks into her signature improvisational “dance trance”, drawing a crowd of impressed and fascinated ravers, becoming quite instantly popular; It's almost, even, as if she has fans--as people excitedly ask to trade kandi and share dances. Then, as Getter begins his set--a circle of people have formed around her, groups of tribes, squads, and kandi kids, magnetically drawn to the The Vibe (I Am The Vibe) and spirit energy that the music awakens within her; The Spirits have called her home to journey into the spirit world, sending “Angels”, or “Light Spirits” tasked to assure that she completes this passage into the spirit world--aligning the present, with the future and past; Alternately, in the Dark Underworld, Demons, or “Dark Spirits/Lost Souls” to work against the light, as an effort to consume her, reawakening The Ego. The Ascended Masters, as an order to bestow Stories of Origin, ancient wisdom, and awaken the God Consciousness, allowing for ascension and Projection within the Interdimensions--must release the seal which holds the oldest known [or unknown soul], so that the “Light Magic” can be passed back to the living descendants of the ancestors amast to be Ascended Masters. To Blissfully yet truly unaware of her own light--either deeply within, or shining throughout, people dancing near her are givingly sharing “conscious gifts” forming a smoke circle within what seems to be an almost gravitational pull. She smokes cooly within the circle, enjoying the auras of those around her--who laugh, smile, dance, and greet her with friendly excitement; As she circle closes, she is handed a mysterious cartridge, filled with a liquid which she quickly examines in the dark and smoky crowd of dancers. ...This is weed? The girl neither shakes her head yes, or no--just gazing above the rims of her dark sunglasses. She takes three hits, and passes it back to the masked stranger, who disappears into the dancefloor. Thanks! (but she is already gone) The energy shifts around her, as her ravey extroversion quickly fades into an introverted and inward, calm and thoughtful state. She contently observes, as usual, checking back to see the the couple she came with, as they wave happily at her. She moves more closely to them, gesturing to meet her closer to the front of the dance floor. She looks up at the performance stage; the visuals, the lights, the many working parts of a high-production value theatrical production. The stage is set so that she has to look more upward at the DJ, who she stares at, drifting into what seems to be a daydream. Its time for Meditation. Meditate. Now? Ground Yourself. Are you serious? I just got here! Sit. As the bass drops, The world around her shifts, into a colorful array of light colliding with sound; Enter, World of Floor. (A flashback, to past raves) I always knew this world existed, but never had I imagined the things I hadn't seen, around and between all the things I had as I was flying overhead, passing by admiring all the life...and all the lights... (A montage of the World of Floor) (The Cosmic Owl's Flight) In a beautiful starlit meadow, on some distant parallel or humanoid existence, a group of boys are camping, being boys. One boy, a pale and slender boy with gentle eyes under pink-framed wide lens glasses, gazes up at the sparkling night sky toting his gun upwardly, looking through the scope. A bright shooting star appears, bedazzling him as he looks, rubbing his eye. What are you aiming at? It's darktime, I doubt you'll find anything to shoot. The boy shrugs, Suit yourself. The other boy heads back toward the fire, where at a distance one of the other boys asks “what is he doing?” I don't know, psh. Haha--maybe he's shooting stars. Shut up! They continue on. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, head pointed up as he watches the sky, inwardly wishing for another shooting star, then suddenly--a light, as something large and white flies over the campsite, leaving behind a gust of wind and sparkling light of stardust, dissipating as the boys all point their heads at the sky, wide eyed. WOAH! Did you see that? What do you mean did I see that? I'm sitting right by you! It went right over your head! Like, right by! They search the sky, as the stars seem to twinkle with a brighter blue-white light; The Giant White Owl once more flies by. What the-- Don't just stand there! What IS that thing? I don't know! Shoot it. The boy panics, aiming for the bird. He fires a shot, missing her, then another. Shoot it! From a birds eye view, the boys seem small in the vast meadow, nestled in a beautiful valley on a gigantic “alien” planet, with colorful auroras dancing in the atmosphere. The owl glows with the neon light, with giant wise eyes, whose light reflects the tale of all time. Hearing the two shots, but unfamiliar with the sound, she glides into a curve diving downward over the mountainside, towards the boy with the glasses, in her eye surrounded by an aura of golden light; she tilts her head as the shine in her giant eye sparkles with a loving light; As she admires the light, she cries as the sound of the gunfire aligns with a bullet, spinning her graceful flight into a flash of light, leaving behind a twisting trail of cosmic light and stardust. [*Director's Note:Though she appears only as a Giant White Owl (though with a glowing bright white light, only the boy in the glasses sees (with the naked eye) the neon spectrum of light emitted by The Cosmic Owl, eventually a full Prisim..] He jumps, as his eyes widen with shock and worry, in awe of the spiral of light and a shuttered surprise. You got it! Thank God, I would have called this whole thing off. What was that? At least he got it. Taking his gun off and dropping it, he walks still in awe towards the mountain, in an almost hynotized and quiet stride. ...Hey, where are you going? ...I'm gonna go find it. Go FIND IT? Why!? Just because it's not flying, doesn't mean it's not still alive! That thing was giant! Like three times your size! Ten Times! Unresponsive, and guided by the light, though fading, which has left a spiraled trail against the dark and starry sky. A giant moon rises over the mountain, as she runs into the forested hillside, ascending towards the spiraled light. Go after him. I'm not going after him. Someone go get him. YOU go get him. Pftt. Fuck that. They all stare blankly at eachother in an awkward silence. ...Mom's gonna kill us. -Countdown Shunned by h They know I am Good. Well. How? Who? They. Who this they? Anyone that matters. How--how? Insomniac. Right. EDC. right. The music. Well, it can't always end in martyrdom It always has Stay humble. All are one Whose world is this, anyway? Apparently, ours. Sonny's somewhere Sonny's always somewhere except, wherever I am. Not true. Oh, God. Hm…? What? I just want peace Want, or need? Need. Fair. I need PLUR Al of it? I'd gladly trade my life to rave again You were promised an eternal cebration in paradice Where's paradice Stay on the path San Diego would be on the path. It is. A town called paradice Oh, Tiesto. His wife is 23. Gross. Is it? Is it love? For now. Have faith. I am faith. Be kind. I am kindness. I said, stay humble. Kendrick. And? AND. The remix is always better. Only when it's. . I am Skrillex. As if. what is "if". Go make music. Music made me. I am music. I need tome. Who, what, and when, are driving in a car together… The coffee rub (run*) There's significance in that video there's significance in Dillon Francis Even Deadmau5? Who? On God. ...what? ...oh great, now I gotta figure out which biblical character represents Dillon Francis? It's not Jesus. We know Jesus. (Everyone knows Jesus) It is Jesus. Everything is everything. That's a step. No white saviors! ...go somewhere else. Be a color! … ___ There's a lady in my kitchen, cooking me breakfast. I cooked breakfast. ...is it...poisoned? No, it's breakfast. … … It is hot. Who are you? *censored vigorously* … Apparently, I'm Skrillex. What the fuck. What the fuck. I gotta go. through the other end of the telephone, a DJ, having overheard the conversation pipes in loudly, with peeping curiosity. Is that Skrillex? Call you back. Supacree continues cooking comfortably. Is he there? Another DJ runs towards the phone, having overheard—in the background, we see a news program playing, the headline reads WHERE IS SKRILLEX, the latter obscured. Is he there?! Sounds like him. Yo! It does! Where is Skrillex!? I gotta go. He hangs up the phone. … Dillon suspiciously pushes back his plate. SUPACREE Let me guess. DILLON FRANCIS HEY GOOGLE, call SUPACREE I am Google. DILLON FRANCIS Apparently, You're Skrillex. SUPACREE Apparently, I am. (I AM.) What was that? ...what was that? SUPACREE That was Ï. [beat.] [Very awkward silence] ...I need a… Eat your breakfast. Who are you? Listen, Dillon Francis. Who is that? That's—your name. No, I'm not… … …who are you? Alright, just— look. “NOT DILLON FRANCIS” She forfeits. She forfeits? This tournament is intense. How do you even remember this story? I just remember it...it sticks. ASCENSION. Who wrote this? Who, indeed. Explain that. I can't explain that. You made it, you have to explain it. I didn't make it. Yes, you did. I didn't make this. I will bring her here. How? Jeff: Don't ask me “how”, just watch. (Jeff?) What? I don't know how to spell “Excision” ((But I do.)) That's not a fucking FLEX, it's a SKRILLEX. It is what it is! IT IS WHAT IT IS AND I KNOW A SKRILLEX WHEN I SEE A SKRILLEX ITS A SKRILLEX. *GASP* THE HEX. (Oh shit, what Hex) ((The SKRILL-HEX)) (((AHA.)) Apparently. Watch this. [Ext. Basspod (Underground)] Wait, she's leaving. Where is she going? I don't know. Just-- I can't keep track! She was just-- --RIGHT THERE-- Wait, what was that? What was that? Over there? Over...where? It's….it's that way. That way what? Lets go. GETTER doesn't know what he did. JEFF knows exactly what he did and isn't saying shit. EXCISION knows where you can get it, but not unless you pay. SKRILLEXCISION is the world's hottest super-duo, (who is in reality, just one person.) ((and doesn't exist)) (((at least, in this dimension.))) SUPACREE, is probably -she dead -she's an alien -she has superpowers That's just a Skrillex. I don't think its-- Just leave it. IT'S A BIRD. IT”S A PLANE. IT”S SUPACREE SUPACREE, WHO THE FUCK IS “SUPACREE”? SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ. (who is actually several different people) ((who are actually just one being)) (((infinite)) SKRILLEX is … … …. … Explain that. I can't explain that, I didn't make that. Oh, you made it. I--okay, wait--no. I am NOT taking responsibility for this-- (She is responsible for this) ((and infinite other things)) (((everything, actyally.))) No, I mean, she's actually everything. “Everything” She doesn't know she's in control of it. Wait, I can control it? Watch. Don't watch. Just listen. It's not how i hear it, it's how I feel it. Did you run? NIGGA, I DID NOT RUN; I RAN. Oh shit, now she knows she's in control of it. Sick. Yess--but she doesn't believe it, so it's fucking with existence. Shit. This existence? Every existence. How can you tell? I don't even know what I'm about to say before I say it, I think she's writing this... Wait, do you usually know what you're going to say before you're gonna say it--? I don't know, I can't remember anything before this happened--I'm not even sure if we existed, I think we might be in this shit. Wait, like in this--like, we're not even… ...then it just ends, dude. IT JUST ENDED? But it wasn't just purple rain, It was rainbows and--wait So she.. Wait. Two planets passing so closely, the two worlds are forever changed. Well. Now that we know this is possible. Oh shit, that 12th PLanet. He's black? I-- Huh. Wait. Wait. Can I...Remix this…? What the fuck is a “Remix”? The Remixes. AH, FUCK THIS. Wait, did it-- It did, it dropped. He dropped it. FUCK THIS DUDE. OH, FUCK THIS MOTHERFUCKER. THIS MOTHERFUCKER. --BASS BITCH, MOTHERFUCKER!! Is that the lyrics? I don't know, that's just how it goes! ___ How do you know him…? We are...friends. BITCH, I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND-- DAMN! --I AM YOUR SAVIOR, YOU SHOULD BE WORSHIPPING ME-- Oh, shit. That took a turn. -- I do worship you. OH SHIT. THAT TOOK ANOTHER TURN. Are you sure it was CTHULU? (Nods.) Okay then, lets get this bitch. __ Skrillex and Dillon Francis make a Deal with The Ex. OH SHIT-- IS THAT WHY SHE-- YAH. UNH. YAS. So these planets pass so closely, that their atmosphere's collide, and--not only do they-- --THE PLANETS-- --actually manage to acknowledge eachother as it's happening, it actually alters their axis-- --yeah-- --and changes their orbital paths... Yes. WHAT? Okay. So. Look. There's two planets. Two planets, yeah. Different Galaxies. Well yeah, that--that would depend, wouldn't it. Dependent by which...definition... ? I mean; what is even a Galaxy-- I mean, scientifically? No, infinitely? Excuse me? I mean--what is a “galaxy” if existence is infinite. It's--what? If Everything is Everything; then whatever a galaxy is, by definition--what our actual perception of this reality is exactly just that Whatever I was about to type was definitely better sou The Legend of SupaCree follows an involuntary “hero” on her adventures, after her powers become unlocked; Now, she must join forces with the other DJ's to Save The Rave. _____ SupaCree refuses to tell anybody anything. (After Pre-edc scene) oh dude, that's a lot. It is a lot. She still hasn't told her mom you're “Skrillex” Ugh, no. And she makes me shop at K-Mart every time we go over there. You got that at K-Mart? It's nice. Yeah. Where did you find a K-Mart? ______ Where is “Earff”? _____ Bampheramph training is considered complete once the trainee “stops crying”, thus begins the official recruitment process, which includes but is not limited to reaching various ‘extremes', which differ by context. ____ Every red cup is just Another broken heart, Another broken dream, Another broken record, Playing on repeat … … … Wheres my Skrillex? Which-- So, Skrillex… You can call me Sonny. ...Skrillex... O...kay… [She squints suspiciously at him and jots something down in her notebook.] ____ So, do you use Serato, or Rekordbox? Neither I just [Demonstrates] What the fuck does that even mean. It means you can [Demonstrates] ____1 How is he doing this? Magic. I'm not going to fight for him. Do you honestly think this is happening to anybody else? Maybe. Honestly? Infinite. Infinite Skrill-- Infinite fucking everything. I'm not about to try to explain it. So what are you going to do? I don't know. The worlds gone mad she is, but she's not a man. She's trapped in a casket Can't listen to the map And can't imagine he'll ever come back Jag parked, smogs bad and she has a plan But can't get past the magnet Magic has its way of making things go crazy Why don't you just--& Oh what? Have my people call his people? Something like that His peopl I had a dream About a tent About a temporary tenant This christmas, its Resentment, Tension And whatever this is… Oh yes, "This is Skrillex…" wayward Hey. Hey. So, uh. So. What's wrong with you? ....what? What's wrong. Whats...wrong? --With you. SupaCree summons Skrillex. Skrillex. Stop it. Fuck you. Skrillex. Seriously, stop You stop. Skrillex-Skrillex-Skriooex o Oh no Just stop. In the parallel where… SŪpAcree has become a disasterously egotistic and diva-like superstar, we see she is in this world, outwardly bitter, rather angry and dispondant, having learned to capitalize best not being herself. A young intern helps to prepare an event; His trainer, an astute and rigid stage manager, after finishing a series of detailed questions about the theatrical performance and it's various attendees-+ leaves the intern alone for "just a minute" handing them her clipboard as she hurriedly rushes elsewhere. The intern scans the clipboard, flipping the front page over to reveal a hidden note. Taking the initiative (trying to be assertive in the newly appointed position), asks nervously... ...And what about Skrillex? Who? Skrillex. Who the fuck is that? Its...Skrillex. Tell me who that is. Uh… Go ahead. The intern stands, frightened at her anger. The stage manager returns. _______________ I hate this shit, it isn't fair. It isnt Wheres my phone? __ Woah. You did all this for Skrillex. Pretty much. Yeah. I guess. Yep. Wow. Okay. You would. (I did) Burn it. What? Fuck that! Ughhhhh. No. Sonny/fictional skrillex: Do you know why ai put you in this fucked up dimension? Me: WHAT? YOU DID THIS? NO--WHY--?? Sonny: So you could get your shit together. Me: well, that's fucked up. S/FS: I DID NOT think it would take this long Me: well, how long is it supposed to take? S/FS: I don't know… Me: ...well, how long does it usually take? S/FS: So wait; You guys from the future-- Fathomable future. Uh-huh Have seen the show? Yes. My show. Mm-hmm. / Well then, how does it start? ----------------------------- I already told you, no. Yes. I'm not going to Skrillex. You have to go. No. What the fuck is NO. I'm not going. WHAT? What. You have to go. Who says? We do. Okay. Okay. [beat] Who the fuck are you? OOH, ARE WE STILL BLEEPING OUT THE SKRILLEX? Yes. Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny You so Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Funny Do you Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me Love me I'm so Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly Ugly And I'm nothing Without you Was this a song? Probably. Looks like a song. Seems like a song to me. Nobody should ever hear this. Define…”nobody” The Song has become a number 1 hit radio sensation. What the fuck is my life. What the fuck is your life. I don't know what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuuuuuuck . Speak of the devil— (Terrified) what? Dillon Francis is here? What? No—it's just Skrillex, he's just...here to collect. What?! What, dude—Skrillex is your plug? Uhhh. For what? Where else am I gonna get premium space bass? Aaahh Gasp I knew it! I knew something about you was really Skrilly. Hella Skrilly. *doorbell rings* Ok, no Skrilly in front of the— He is magically just, suddenly inside. In front of the what? The two stand starry eyed in amazement. ...hey… X2: hey… Should we step outside? Oh, come in— —I did. I see that. (Lol )Right in He did that. He always does. This...transaction is private. It's fine. You guys are alright—maybe—breathe a little— —large gasp, has not been breathing since Skrillex...what did he even do. He like, apparated No—apps—no. There's no fire. He didnt apostate. Alright then, teleport. That silently? Yeah, I mean teleportals also are like: —actual teleportal, which is a huge, very not quiet, black hole like vacuum with lots of colors, lots of light— Oh. Well, how did he get in, then? He shifted. “What the fuck is Shiffted!?” The SupaCree and The Skrillex share these commonalities: *S13 (13th power ) —- Dude! I got the key! You got the key, yeah, it's one of these. A bunch of keys in a wheelbarrow. Dude. What. The fuck. I don't know! I just know, she told me the key was on the key ring WHAT keyring dyde?! This is just a wheelbarrow full of KE*T! (He produces a heavy chain which appears to (not really) link the kets together We...keychain. —Meanwhile, God deletes all the Florida Keys—except for one— I will not “go” to the “Skrillex Reddit” Go to that place. No way. We are going to the internet for ONE thing—and one thing only. We are gonna skate to one song, and one song only. BALL SO HARD MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA— No. One thing. Yes, I thought it was Skrillex. We never go online for Skrillex. Okay. Not even shopping. Alright, let's go. You don't even know what we're going for I hope he hears this She says I hope he makes it And by she, I mean me And I've been peayint for a way to try to say this stuff Spit it out Turn it up— Woah...okay! Okay what? What are you gonna do with all this Skrillex? Uh… …? …Just throw it out. Throw it out!? Yep. Why would you do that? *Shrugs* Don't need it. Don't need it!? Yeah, I just said that. Are you serious? Yes. Throw it out. No way. If you're gonna do that…I'll take it! You want it? W--Fuck yeah! For what? I don't know. I'll think of something. Okay. Yeah? Yeah...whatever. Yes! ...okay….Just--come help me lift this. “The Great Big Book of Skrillex” This...is just an Encyclopedia. ...you bought encyclopedias? I needed them for my library. ...you have a library? It isn't finished yet. It isn't...finished…? Not yet. They're installing the elevator. There's an elevator? Of course there's an elevator; it just doesn't get to the library. I meant— Come on. What did you do to my house ? Well, after I put the fire out— What fire? The main one. —there were, of course, several smaller fires— What The Hell? And now there's just that one. A fireplace? When did I get a fireplace? Well, I needed an easier way to get in and out. —where does it go? Out the chimney. —wait, did you just say “in and out”? That sounds good. I wish they had a vegetarian menu. French Fries? Uh huh. Is that it? I think so. GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR SAUCE. Ohhh, get ketchup. Sorry, we're out of ketchup. Out of ketchup? Yes. Okay, can I just have special sauce then? We are out of sauce. What. Every sauce? All The Sauce. GODDAMMIT DILLON FRANCIS. I hope this isn't like the Skrillex thing. We're still under the limit. Kick it. —-ugggghh, there are homelesses here!! —homelesseses are not always bad people Homeless—AGHHHBLLAAARRRGHHH— —-...okay, so they're not all sane, either but, neither am I. Homeless—RAAAAAAHHHH LALA—Aaahhhh NANA—*supa drunk* BLEEAAAHHHHHH DADA- Shhhhh—DADADADA - (Each character and each ensemble joins until all together they are are a crazy chorus in the ensemble in madness together) 1. Turn off the lights 17 minute dance number 2. Magic is real 20 minute dance number 3. LALa Land -La-Bay-Bay -Hollywoodland -HIII by the beach -Tent City Madness (homelessess) -The Bus Song -¡Panic @ The Disco! (Robbed) -Traiiin -ShutTheFuckUp -It's you! (Bless you.) -LALA Land (tune it out) 33 minutes ACT I— a young entrepreneur loses herself in the world of the bustling entertainment industry through entering the worlds within, and navigating the outterworld, while battling the worldly demons of darkness, as she fights for her life to break a curse set upon her by a devil with whom she will not name, but will haunt her—she must manage and master her inner magic to break this curse—and it is only when she learns that the curse may only be broken, if unspoken words are made spoken I just ate my skateboard That's okay I ain't bored— That's ok I ain't organized I came supplied: Some dude replied “I have the answer—come to me, you tiny dancer.” ‘Yessir' I replied with laughter Smile bright cause I'm an actor “Faster-faster-faster-faster!! I ” Shhhhhhhhhhh—SHADDUP. LALA- oh, hey you—! DADA- I thought we were suppressing her LUST-*sluttily* GAD- *quite so*>> We *are* LALA- *guiltily* —it's just... DADA- NO. No ‘it's just'— NANA- *drunkenly* yeahhh, keep it together, kassandra LALA & DADA- Shut the fuck up, hoe! [NANA shrugs and nothings away] LALA & DADA make a face at each other— - God, What the fuck is wrong with her, anyway? NANA coughs loudly, backstage. GAD- It's a curse. DOC- we don't believe in Magic. LALA- I don't believe in you, bitch! HOLLYWOOD (ensemble)- BITCH—WE DONT BELIEVE IN YOU, EITHER. The Three: Hot *daaamnn* Mr Poopy Butthole- hot daaaaamn...! (yeah, there's cameos) CAST: Mr. Poopy Butthole?!?! Mr. Poopy Butthole: Uhhh—yeaaah, I just got here I uhhhh, I got big plans—big dreams, you know, I just—I'm gonna be a staaaar!! CAST: Laughs—the laughter trails off into different forms—awkward, daunting, sarcastic—then, only the spirits and LALA—suddenly, it is dark, and she is laughing all alone. Her laughter turns into a sorrowful pout, looking about quite lost. She shudders. Lala- Fuuuuuuuck. And I could get a place out in Hollywood land— But I'd rather be close to the surf and the sand— Cause that's how I planned it This is my planet (This is OUR planet) Oh yeah, my bad—this is weird, having f all of us here ‘You should put on your ears, dear' Hustle, hustle, hustle That's how you get muscle And it just is what it is Bitch you know this is a business And you know that's how you get this Make your check, earn respect build up your interest Bank? No thanks. Cause bro you know that shit stanks— You studied all your mistakes— Keep money, make money tell yourself thanks (Thanks) You'll probably thank your self later (Twice?) That's when you start making paper (Thanks) And yeah you know you got haters (Who?) Yeah bitch you know he's a hater— (Boo) Who? Yo bitch—I told you no crying!! (Woah) (They go in the round, the 3) “Yes, ohhh my GAD” ( But I'm not Spent my deposit on a house that's rotting—vultures spotting me— Ex husband haunting me PTSD. Take it with me everywhere I go, It follows me, Swallows me up like the coffee cup I left and needed this morning. Oh, Elohim. Lala Land: a musical revue m Escaping your past is not always easy—Master Your Magic. Featuring music by: Skrillex (Vs)

Episode 104, Recorded 2/24/2022. Dubstep quiz. Todd hangs his own lantern. Dewayne thinks five is an even number. T2T Custom Ringtones! Talkin2Todd presents Talkin2Todd… powered by Talkin2Todd. CBB Idiots. Adulting… but not like that. Lindsey picks a ski run.  Travel mice suck.

Ben and Thorin of Water Fountain Coins return to the show to discuss their debut album and getting more creative with their social media. Then, Mickee_Mau5 joins us to show us that he is not as innocent as we may think he is. Also, the return of the game "Wikipedia On Shuffle!" Finally, Michael's cousin Eddie gets deeper and deeper into trouble! Credits: Ben Shotwell, Thorin Murphy-Fahlgren, Nick Boulahanis Attributions: "I and You" by Water Fountain Coins "Anhedonia" by Water Fountain Coins "Carnival" by Water Fountain Coins Find Water Fountain Coins on the Web: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/waterfountaincoins/ Find MDVH on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/michaeldupreyvh/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/MichaelDupreyVH The Michael Duprey Variety Hour is a member of the Planet Ant Podcast Network: Find Planet Ant Podcasts on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PlanetAntPodcasts/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/PlanetAntPods Or at the website: https://planetantpodcasts.com/ Intro Theme: “Don't Weigh Me Down” by Broadcast 2000 This podcast is powered by Pinecast.

Leave a rating and review on iTunes: http://edmprod.com/itunes Sam Matla and Levi Whalen talk about why using presets isn't cheating, how a signature sound is developed, and the current state of DJing and live performance in the EDM scene as described by Deadmau5. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Download a free PDF containing tips from podcast guests: edmprod.com/podtips --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cool things mentioned in the episode: - Axis of Awesome - 4 Chord Song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pidokakU4I) - Everything is a Remix: Documentary by Kirby Ferguson (http://everythingisaremix.info/watch-the-series/) - The Mau5's rant (http://deadmau5.tumblr.com/post/125290302799/here-is-what-i-dont-get) Sam Matla on the internet: http://facebook.com/sampmatla http://twitter.com/sammatla Levi Whalen on the internet: https://www.facebook.com/LeviWhalenMusic http://twitter.com/levi_whalen Download for free on The Artist Union

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In this episode, Nathan and Jen bring you a Legend read by famous voices, a struggling letter writer, Mouse vs Mau5, and number 130 out of 365.

Modern Mouse News returns as our bi-weekly look into Disney news. Angie joins the news show as we become a permanent 3 person show...at least for the news show. This week we discuss Disney using Drones, Dead Mau5 vs. Disney, Tokyo's New Jungle Cruise attraction, ABC's Frozen special, and more. Be sure to check out all of the stories at our http://www.ModernMouseRadio.com

STREAM or DOWNLOAD On this episode of CWR Mista Montana and Menace head to the streets and: Slaughterhouse are about to embark on a massive 45 date tour in support of their long-awaited sophomore album due May 15th. Gaining access to any member at this time is always going to be a challenge, so this feature which was originally planned as a Joe Budden interview, took an unexpected turn as Joell Ortiz emerged from the curtains. We talk Slaughterhouse specifics including album content, guest features. Ortiz's solo work, twisted tour stories and more in a tell-all surprise feature. Has Dr Dre even heard the new Slaughterhouse album? Listen and find out. MURS rarely does regular press these days. So it was our honour to be acknowledged as irregular media and spend time with the man as he embarks on one of the most challenging ventures to date; Yumisho: The Curse Of The Merch Girl, an epic graphic novel and album combo. MURS has always had very high standards for himself but this project, funded by respectful hip hop fans, poses a challenge that he claims he has rarely faced in terms of achieving perfection. This is a deep, rich and rare listen. Donate to MURS’ Fund at this link http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1640692557/help-murs-launch-curse-of-the-merch-girl Troi “DJ Star” Torain is a colossal name in urban radio. His no holds, and holes, barred approach as throughout his Star n Buc Wild legacy, has often not simply ruffled feathers of corporate America but at times kicked the entire chicken across the field. This interview is no exception and in typical form Star discusses his Start Snitching Movement as well as concisely expressing his opinions on DMX., Ice Cube and many others. Mickey Factz and Mickey Mau5 are a powerhouse tag team with a highly creative project around the corner. They join us on the show to discuss the context of the album, exploring such real life themes as cocaine-filled tables, neon lit back streets filled with women and the Hulk Hogan lifestyle which resonates with their new project this spring. A truly unique experience from start to finish. Troy Ave is an admirable man. His hard graft approach and desire to achieve more than he could ever need are clear as he joins us on the show to discuss his career to date. We delve deep into such topics as Action Bronson, Maffew Ragazino, Mr MF Exquirre, sexual women, British pornography and even find time to mention Karen Civil. One of our most fruity interviews to date and pure street entertainment. Willie The Kid is on a mission. Having been recently co-signed by industry punch-bag Drake, his efforts to date are now being heard by a whole new audience. He joins us on this show to reinforce the extremity of his determination to succeed and his relationship with so many respected artists within hip hop. Totally fresh. AND THAT’S NOT ALL! In brutal street entertainment form, a viscous Mista Montana and Menace talk candidly like never before on some topics that are so controversial that they could not be printed here on this podcast description through fears of governmental intervention and extreme physical reprisals. Meow meow! Enjoy our dancing! Contact us at conspiracyworldwide@gmail.com BBM pin:22192BE3

STREAM or DOWNLOAD On this episode of CWR Mista Montana and Menace head to the streets and: Slaughterhouse are about to embark on a massive 45 date tour in support of their long-awaited sophomore album due May 15th. Gaining access to any member at this time is always going to be a challenge, so this feature which was originally planned as a Joe Budden interview, took an unexpected turn as Joell Ortiz emerged from the curtains. We talk Slaughterhouse specifics including album content, guest features. Ortiz's solo work, twisted tour stories and more in a tell-all surprise feature. Has Dr Dre even heard the new Slaughterhouse album? Listen and find out. MURS rarely does regular press these days. So it was our honour to be acknowledged as irregular media and spend time with the man as he embarks on one of the most challenging ventures to date; Yumisho: The Curse Of The Merch Girl, an epic graphic novel and album combo. MURS has always had very high standards for himself but this project, funded by respectful hip hop fans, poses a challenge that he claims he has rarely faced in terms of achieving perfection. This is a deep, rich and rare listen. Donate to MURS’ Fund at this link http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1640692557/help-murs-launch-curse-of-the-merch-girl Troi “DJ Star” Torain is a colossal name in urban radio. His no holds, and holes, barred approach as throughout his Star n Buc Wild legacy, has often not simply ruffled feathers of corporate America but at times kicked the entire chicken across the field. This interview is no exception and in typical form Star discusses his Start Snitching Movement as well as concisely expressing his opinions on DMX., Ice Cube and many others. Mickey Factz and Mickey Mau5 are a powerhouse tag team with a highly creative project around the corner. They join us on the show to discuss the context of the album, exploring such real life themes as cocaine-filled tables, neon lit back streets filled with women and the Hulk Hogan lifestyle which resonates with their new project this spring. A truly unique experience from start to finish. Troy Ave is an admirable man. His hard graft approach and desire to achieve more than he could ever need are clear as he joins us on the show to discuss his career to date. We delve deep into such topics as Action Bronson, Maffew Ragazino, Mr MF Exquirre, sexual women, British pornography and even find time to mention Karen Civil. One of our most fruity interviews to date and pure street entertainment. Willie The Kid is on a mission. Having been recently co-signed by industry punch-bag Drake, his efforts to date are now being heard by a whole new audience. He joins us on this show to reinforce the extremity of his determination to succeed and his relationship with so many respected artists within hip hop. Totally fresh. AND THAT’S NOT ALL! In brutal street entertainment form, a viscous Mista Montana and Menace talk candidly like never before on some topics that are so controversial that they could not be printed here on this podcast description through fears of governmental intervention and extreme physical reprisals. Meow meow! Enjoy our dancing! Contact us at conspiracyworldwide@gmail.com BBM pin:22192BE3

HOUSE MUSIC NUFF SAID!!!

Released August 2011 This mix is dedicated to all you Deadmau5 fans out there. Deaudmau5 (Pronounced: Dead Mouse) is not everyone's cup of tea, but if you're one of those that adore him and everything he touches, you should really enjoy this one. It's a 1 hour collection of 20 songs either produced or remixed by our big eared friend. Thank You DJ Spryte for the cool Mau5 remixes ;)

Dinosaur Jr. VS. Marco Bailey – Jungle Laps (Allai Mash) Ormatie – Twisted Turns Jimmy Van M – We Are Children Luca Franchinni & Fried Sashimi – Time to Break Free Gesaffelstein – Lost Era Jon Rundell – Damager New Order – Temptation (Electro RMX) Swedish House Mafia – Save the World (Knife Party RMX) Splashfunk & Laera – Piano Smashing Pumpkins – Disarm (Smashup RMX) Chemical Brothers – Chemical Beats Scanners – Bombs (Dub) Way Out West – The Gift (Gui Boratto RMX)

In honour of the legend that is Deadmau5 this mix is dedicated to his work and the awesome sounds that result from it. 01) Toca Me (Deadmau5 mix) – Fragma 02) I Want You (Deadmau5 mix) – Carl Cox 03) Afterhours – Deadmau5 & Mallefresh 04) Hey Baby – Deadmau5 & Mallefresh 05) Harder Better … Continue reading "Strictly Mau5 – 04/04/2011" The post Strictly Mau5 – 04/04/2011 appeared first on Jabawok Industries.

This has been a longtime coming. Here's the trackage.  Enjoy!! Young Empires - White Doves Yello - Oh Yeah (Booka Shade Remix) Michael Jackson vs Starzoom - Billie Jean (Hi Tack Remix) Steve Angello - KNAS Libex - Liftered DJ Madskillz - Kliniek Jayoza - More Cowbell Underworld - Cowgirl (Double Dee Main Mix) John Talbot - La Ninya (Afro Dub) Annie Lektro - Disco Ball Underworld - Down Pipe (Original Dub) Marco Bailey - Jungle Loops (Nick Muir & John Digweed Mix) Bedrock - Heaven Scent (Nick Muir Brixton Remix)  

This Starts off with some DeadMau5 Tracks and with the bridge of "animal rights" a song that Wolfgang and DeadMau5 co-produced and ends with some hot Wolfgang tracks

The Noons’Cast goes Filth’Cast for this Bangin edition! Episode #19 is sure to please Mau5 fans everywhere!

New tracks :) w/ some klasics

Track List: Marco Demark -TinyDancer(Deadmau5Remix) You And I (Deadmau5 Remix)- Medina Move For Me - Kaskade ft Deadmau5 Deadmau5 - Not Exactly Toca Me (Deadmau5 Remix) - Fragma so I went with the DJ that every one knows and loves DeadMau5 (Dead mouse) and did a mix of songs that have that signature bass beat in the songs. I can remember the first time I heard a DeadMau5 song and it was on 88.3 CJIQ FM out of Conestoga College in Kitchener and had no idea what song it was but it was love at first note, I emailed DJ Ampz to ask him the name of the song because it became a must have, there are a hand full of songs out there that I can say have had such a profound effect on my DJing but "Not Exactly" by DeadMau5 is one.

Phat synthy tech mix for your pleasure.