Podcasts about shut the fuck up

Direct command with a meaning similar to "be quiet"

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Dollspace
Just found out my BF is on OF - Dollspace Ep. 58

Dollspace

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 13, 2025 112:48


In this episode of Dollspace, we are at the mercy of a BABY. Baby Bennett that is! Bennett rightfully dictates when Annie is allowed to speak, and when she must SHUT THE FUCK UP and FEED HIS ASS. I love this kid, he's a total tyrant. I feel like I could learn from him. We should all be vocal about our boundaries and needs. When we are allowed to speak, we discuss when it's ok to get back with an ex, and if we could get over finding out our BF is on some other girls OF from years ago (I could). Happy listening dolls! xxxxx

First Smoke of The Day
Pot Brothers at Law: Shut the F@ck Up, DUI Tactics, Search & Seizure

First Smoke of The Day

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 20, 2025 94:20


This is hands-down the most important episode to tune into if you consume, cultivate, handle, or have anything to do with the plant and don't want to have a hard time with law enforcement.Blackleaf is joined in the studio by the famed Pot Brothers At Law (@pot_brothers_at_law), aka Craig and Mark Wasserman of Wasserman Law, to discuss countless scenarios where their copyrighted #STFU© script comes incredibly handy when dealing with the police. They also discuss their deep familial connection to the industry through Craig's son and founder of West Coast Cure, J Cures, and how they became a global sensation for being the first to offer free legal tips on social media for the past 8 years.The Pot Brothers at Law, Craig and Marc Wasserman, are Southern California-based herb and criminal defense attorneys who have become viral sensations by simply educating the public on their legal rights. Through their weekly "Shut The Fuck Up Friday" (#STFUfriday) campaign, they teach individuals how to handle police encounters by sticking to a simple, effective script. Leveraging Marc's Hollywood background and Craig's legal expertise of over 30+ years, they've built a massive social media presence, attracting millions of followers with engaging and impactful content. Now expanding into media ventures like weekly Zoom sessions and potential movie-related projects, they continue to advocate for consumer's rights while entertaining and educating a global audience.Craig and Marc cover nearly every situation where you might encounter the police as someone who is caught in the act of smoking, is in possession of, or transporting, large quantities of herb. This includes wild stories from Craig about why it's so important to invoke the 5th amendment during an arrest, the most common and random reasons you get pulled over, and the (il)legality of smoking in public or flying with herb on you. These two have literally seen it all since they've been defending consumers and industry members since the early days of Prop 215. If you listen real closely to this pod you might also gain invaluable insight on the best ways to start up your own legal brand in CA in today's competitive market and potentially save a pretty penny on licensing. One thing that becomes abundantly clear in this episode is that if you're in the mindset of taking your traditional brand into the legal market or even starting one from scratch, Craig and Marc should be the first people you talk to. Even if you aren't based in California, these two have built a global network of resources that may be able to point you in the right direction. The other glaringly clear message from this episode is that if you're even in doubt when encountering the police, SHUT THE FUCK UP, and STICK TO THE SCRIPT.The SCRIPT©“Why did you pull me over?”“I'm not discussing my day”“Am I being detained or am I free to go?©(if detained) “I INVOKE THE 5TH!” then SHUT THE FUCK UP™I do not consent to a search!To any police officer or law enforcement personnel:“I am invoking my 5th Amendment Miranda Rights and will only speak to you with my attorney present. Please allow me to contact my attorney.”Visit PotBrothersAtLaw.com or call 855-WASS-LAW for more resources. Subscribe to our channel and the FSOTD.com site to keep up with other key players and enjoy conversations with trailblazers from the culture you can't find anywhere else. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Luke Hand Diary
SHUT THE FUCK UP!! (Fri, 20/12/2024)

Luke Hand Diary

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 2, 2025 0:49


Art Star Scene Radio
Art Star Scene radio 473: PUT THE FRIES IN THE BAG AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Art Star Scene Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 19, 2024 59:30


Dezi and Calvin joined me and Lu for this fun and eclectic mix of music and talk!

The Akira The Don Podcast
MEANINGWAVE TOP 50 - SEPT 2024

The Akira The Don Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 4, 2024 212:14


Counting down the official MEANINGWAVE TOP 50 most streamed songs on DSPs for September '24! Where's your favourite?Follow the official MEANINGWAVE TOP 50 playlist: https://go.meaningwave.com/MeaningwaveTop50New products in the store! https://www.meaningwave.com/All songs Produced, arranged, composed, and performed by Akira The DonIf you get value from the music, consider getting some merch, downloading some albums, or making a donation. To those who support Meaningwave, thank you!https://www.meaningwave.com/blogs/meaningwave/support-meaningwave____________________TRACKLISTING00:00 - 50. GO! ft. Jocko Willink04:23 - 49. NEITHER CAN YOU ft. David Goggins07:26 - 48. WE BECOME WHAT WE THINK ABOUT ft. Earl Nightingale11:50 - 47. JUST KEEP MOVING (UNCLE IROH) ft. Uncle Iroh15:45 - 46. UNACCEPTABLE ft. David Goggins19:00 - 45. I FEEL FINE ft. Jocko Willink21:25 - 44. Always Hoping ft. Alan Watts24:04 - 43. TAKE ACTION ft. David Goggins30:06 - 42. INTO THE INFINITE ft. Rupert Spira34:59 - 41. WARRIOR ft. David Goggins41:05 - 40. WAKE UP ft. David Goggins 44:56 - 39. CONFORMITY ft Earl Nightingale48:49 - 38. Any Dream You Wanted ft. Alan Watts54:48 - 37. Play On Demand ft. Alan Watts58:34 - 36. HATERS (NEVER IN LIFE) ft. David Goggins01:01:59 - 35. BOBBLEHEADS ft. David Goggins01:04:45 - 34. THE RAIN ft. David Goggins01:08:08 - 33. Be the Hero ft. Joe Rogan01:14:04 - 32. Mind Control ft. Jocko Willink01:19:49 - 31. GOGGINS ft. David Goggins01:24:23 - 30. DEFAULT AGGRESSIVE ft. Jocko Willink01:29:09 - 29. EVERY SECOND COUNTS ft. Jocko Willink01:33:32 - 28. THE PURPOSE IS YOU ft. David Goggins01:37:49 - 27. SHUT THE FUCK UP ft. David Goggins01:41:03 - 26. On the Other Side Is Greatness ft. David Goggins01:44:18 - 25. I Don't Wanna Hear That ft. Joe Rogan01:49:07 - 24. Our Revels Now Are Ended ft. Alan Watts01:52:00 - 23. WHY NOT? ft Berton Braley01:55:36 - 22. THERE IS NO OPPONENT ft. Bruce Lee01:58:05 - 21. LET IT DIE ft. Charles Bukowski02:00:44 - 20. The Buddha Said ft. Alan Watts02:05:26 - 19. Fight ft. Jocko Willink02:10:39 - 18. I Wake Up Early (Thinking About the Enemy) ft. Jocko Willink02:15:59 - 17. From Suffering ft. David Goggins02:21:38 - 16. PEOPLE ARE NOT GOOD TO EACH OTHER (THE CRUNCH) ft. Charles Bukowski02:26:34 - 15. I KNOW WHAT DARKNESS LOOKS LIKE ft. David Goggins02:29:36 - 14. CRAPPY LIFE ft. Charles Bukowski02:34:19 - 13. BLUEBIRD ft. Charles Bukowski02:36:26 - 12. Discipline Gets Things Done ft. Joe Rogan & Jocko Willink02:40:29 - 11. Music (The Angels Fly Because They Take Themselves Lightly) ft. Alan Watts02:43:00 - 10. STAY FUCKIN' HARD ft. David Goggins02:46:21 - 9. Ordinary Everyday Consciousness ft. Alan Watts02:52:33 - 8. Taking Souls ft. David Goggins02:58:57 - 7. KALI YUGA ft. David Lynch03:04:12 - 6. Discipline Equals Freedom ft. Jocko Willink03:10:05 - 5. Good ft. Jocko Willink03:16:19 - 4. There Must Be Discipline ft. Jocko Willink03:21:02 - 3. THE STRANGEST SECRET ft. Earl Nightingale03:25:07 - 2. Oh My God Isn't That Gorgeous ft. Alan Watts03:28:01 - 1. WHO'S GONNA CARRY THE BOATS (THEY DON'T KNOW ME SON) ft. David Goggins

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
Brothers Grim Punkcast #469

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 6, 2024


New stuff with some odds and ends. No Mad Ax... no one cares. Brand new HUMAN from Fresno, CA! Go follow their members who run Power Glove Dubs on Instagram. A newer lick sent in by Ohio's Butchers Dog, some releases sent in by Laptop Punk Records, and another outstanding one for the times from Inland Empire CA's Saddam Bin Laden! More full release MP3s in the background because laziness begets laziness. Hit us up at brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com and download our music on our Bandcamp page.469 Playlist:Radioactive Punk...Fresno SICK NERVE 0:33 HUMAN RADIATION RELEASE Cosmetic Plague 1:07 Rudimentry Peni Farce EP_Crass Recs Birm AL BEFORE 1:01 B.O.R.N. B.O.R.N. Philly Bubble's Gonna Burst 1:58 Dark Thoughts No Occupation: Another Benefit for Mutual Aid in Gaza PROMO TAPE 2024 (bkgrd) 3:56 PISUAR PROMO TAPE 2024 Inland Empire B-I-D-E-N 1:02 Saddam Bin Laden Singles Your Life Sucks 0:54 The Neverland Ranch-Hands 13 songs in 13 minutes for 13 year old girls Indonesia BENGIS 1:00 HOOK DEMO 2023 Boomerschreck 0:36 Migraine Attack Demo America in Decline 1:29 Ordinance Demo AU Nuclear Status 0:54 Warcycle Warcycle & Zudas Krust Split L.A. BEYOND RAPTURE 1:46 Flesh Trade Preying Falls Upon the Innocents Slaughtered Sinking 1:40 Period Bomb Permanently Wet Berlin Veredicto final 1:44 Antes de las guerras DEMO2020 Mr. No Fun 2:18 Laptop Punk Records NoPoint - Shove It EP Ireland Side A (bkgrd) 3:39 Bedsores Demo Ohio LEECH  1:00 Butchers Dog PERNICIOUS MESS Berlin Nerveless 1:49 Sewer-Rage Demo UK Irrational Demographic 1:39 Gimic We Are Making A New World  ME Fresh Cut 1:47 DHS EP Distro Cefalia Asco 0:49 Ruido Destruido. Ruido Destruido. NYNY your loss, my win 1:06 no knock "imagine a world without landlord$" EP STAINED 0:46 Inflicter 7 SONG DEMO Greece ΜΗ - DON'T 1:00 ΜΠΡΙΤΖΟΛΙΤΣΕΣ ΑΙΣΧΟΣ ΝΤΡΟΠΗ Wasted Life 2:36 Laptop Punk Records The Felonz - EP Side B (bkgrd) 3:39 Bedsores Demo THIS IS NOT GOING TO END WELL 0:50 SHUT THE FUCK UP if you use your arrogance as a sword you may fall upon it Fuck Your Art 2:21 Death First Death First Who Kill Bum? 1:03 EEL Endless Fucker Ya es suficiente 1:23 Ladrona Ladrona MX Fuego 1:47 EXTA CARCEL MENTAL Hungary Misery & Pain 1:38 Do You Think I Care? Infected By Religion Concord Eh? 1:27 Expert Pie Unintelligent Design Malaysia System From Hell 2:13 Distick Patah System From Hell Demo Kicked in the Head 0:41 Laptop Punk Records Saucermen - Saucermen EP Portland Melt Cops 1:53 Carny Cumm Bandcamp Single Lipstick Memory (bkgrd) 3:26 Inverted Nines Suburban American Tract Home Project Portland Eric Says 2:44 OBEDIENT Fourth of july heart attack at panda express Other ways to hear BGP:Archive.org#469 on ArchiveApple PodcastsYouTube PodcastsPunk Rock Demonstration - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRipper Radio - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTContact BGP:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of our punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
Brothers Grim Punkcast #467

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 22, 2024


Recorded before the big drop out, so we spare you that banter. Outrageously rad lix sent in by Inland Empire, CA's Saddam Bin Laden, fresh one we needed to get back to from Vida Muerta, Long Beach's Glassbomb ripping faces off, and an unreleased Noise Itch project debuted from Image of Decay! Hit us up at brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com and download our music on our Bandcamp page.467 Playlist:Vida Punka...Inland Empire SoCal HENRY ROLLINS IS A ZIONIST 1:22  Saddam Bin Laden  Self Released Single 2024 Sistema Mortal Italy Vento di morte (wind of death) 1:21 Vida Muerta Il sole che trema (the sun that trembles) Long Beach Play Faster (demo version) 1:09 Glassbomb Bandcamp Single 2024 Noise Itch CS Berlin My Nightmare 1:32  Image of Decay Unreleased Demo CIS... (bkgrd) 5:39 Draft Dodger Draft Dodger TIME TO BE FITTED FOR YOUR TINFOIL HAT 0:36 SHUT THE FUCK UP if you use your arrogance as a sword you may fall upon it Hungary Manipulátorok 0:53 NORMS 100% hazaárulás Hungary Ítéletnap, Pszihoelektronikus Manipuláció 2:16 Kihalás Demo 2024 IL WORLD PEACE 2:04 MECHANIZM DEMO 2024 TN Fake Friends 1:04 Dru The Drifter  Six Punk  BUZZKILL 1:40 NO IDOLS DMU-015: DEMO 2024 Portland Horseplay 1:56 Carny Cumm Bandcamp Single 2024 My Name Is Filth 1:33 Part Time Filth My Leather_TN Fights  (bkgrd)  3:10 Shutdown Shutdown IN Guillotine 2:08 SSYNTAXX A•N•G•E•R Winnipeg BRICK 1:35 Human Target Nuclear Man Split 2024 General Speech Deadly Romance 1:55 Ejaculators Wank Generation Junko Recs Chile Buscandoles Males Al Cuerpo 1:33 Tupa Demo Dirty Slap Recs FR Cage 1:28 Bavure Demo 2024 Finland  Jotain tarttis tehdä 1:38 Turhuus - Split w- Harmer Indonesia Anxiety Disorder 1:46 PUCK Demo 2024 WA DC big screen little screen 1:28 flat demo Monarca 1:28 XGRIFOX H​.​U​.​G​.​S / XGRIFOX SPLIT Accept Defeat... (bkgrd) 7:27 Cut Piece Cut Piece [TSOPR-017] Violent World 1:02 World Bastard "Seized By Fear'' D-Beat Noise Attack 1:24 Electric Funeral Total Funeral Philly Bad Style 0:40 Fuck SS Demo Japan Enemy 0:50 Milk Bricks 7" Finland Pakkohoito 1:04 PARASOMNIA DEMO 2017 Stuck In My Ways 1:38 DEAD CITY Trap Tapes, Vol. 1 Brazil Tecidos E Metal 0:56 Ciborgue Neurose Digital My Sister Is A Blister 0:24 DORK B B Q Long Haul/Hell (bkgrd) 4:xx Troy Ounce Singles CT Bad Behavior 2:37 Smirk Bandcamp 2024 Single Other ways to hear BGP:Archive.org#467 on ArchiveApple PodcastsYouTube PodcastsPunk Rock Demonstration - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRipper Radio - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTContact BGP:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of our punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!

Stories that Stir
Shut the Fuck Up – David Callan

Stories that Stir

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 27, 2024 14:38


From a career lurking in the shadowy corridors of ASIO to the harsh spotlight of the entertainment industry, David has had his skin well and truly thickened. But he never thought getting pistol-whipped during a counter-terrorism exercise would come in handy one afternoon at the shops. Host application form:https://forms.gle/eGNUbdpR72EnrtkX6 Speaker application form:https://forms.gle/9fpJTcsf1Fz9cFC29 Social media handles:@storiesthatstir Event links:https://events.humanitix.com/stories-that-stir-freedom Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/StoriesthatStir --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/stories-that-stir/message

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
Brothers Grim Punkcast #463

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 24, 2024


A ton of new stuff, including one from the ridiculous shredding youngsters from Santa Cruz, CA Curb Creeps (IG @curb_creeps), Finland's DISAPPOINT, Portland's Carny Cumm, RI's Human Hunting Tactics, SF's George Crustanza, and our friends from Reseda, Shut The Fuck Up. Definitely some heaters that will blister the paint. Hit us up at brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com and download our music on our Bandcamp page.463 Playlist:Disappunk...Santa Cruz Hated 0:53 Curb Creeps Skate N Thrash Finland MEN WOMEN CHILDREN 0:37 DISAPPOINT PEACE... ACHIEVED BY WAR Have Courage 1:04 Shut the Fuck Up Putting the Costume Before the Message is Objectively Not Punk Sand In The Face 1:31 Spazz Dwarf Jester Rising  Detroit CLOT (bkgrd) 2:53 PLATiNUM CRACK! CLOT SF Severed Ties 1:13 George Crustanza S/T 2024 RI Fake Fuck 1:13 Human Hunting Tactics demo Dirt Bag Distro KC Drawing Blood 1:01 FOIL T.A.W.B.O.E. UK NOT ENOUGH 2:36 SKINT DEMONSTRATION CS 2024 Quality Cont HQ London Unauthorised Thought Process 1:03 Stiff Meds Hell Realm Deluxe Bias Outsider 0:46 MOBILE - DEMO DB#28 NZ Your Words Are Blood 1:19 Unsanitary Napkin Unsanitary Napkin/Jalang Split I Don't Need Society 1:19 D.R.I. Dirty Rotten LP Master (bkgrd)/ Scum System Fear / Walk 6:17 Kick Rock DISTURD / 惡AI意 - "walk" split 12" Pitts Cruel Noise Placeres Prohibidos (forbidden pleasures) 1:28 de rodillas Implacable Pitts Instigate 1:36 Peace Talks Will You Be Next? Distro Cefalia Miedo a Procrear. (fear of procreating) 2:32 Impura Realidad. Seguimos Vomitando France Porcus Diabolicus 1:31 Clava DEMO 2024 Unlawful Assembly NADA CAMBIA 1:10  ALAMBRADA - RÍOS DE SANGRE Croatia Pravedan svijet (a just world) 2:04 OKOV Svakodnevno Izumiranje (daily extinction)  UK Backlash 2:11 Sordid Vision Demo 2024 Total Breakdown 2:29 Bunchofuckingoofs Theres No Solution So Theres No Problem Broken (bkgrd) 3:43 Outsiders Destination Wasted Denver Shit Stained Grin 2:39 A Lack of Champions Final Mix Spain Humans are the problem 2:01 Brigada Bastarda demo 2023 CT Unlisted 1:08 The Black Noise Scam - "Sound The Alarm" Phx 625 Thrash Subtle Hate 0:40 Get Destroyed Burnt Offerings 7" Stabbed in the back     0:11 Violent Noise Attack SON 003 Violent Noise Attack - Deafness execution Corrupted minds 0:20 Violent Noise Attack SON 003 Violent Noise Attack - Deafness execution Finland Living In A Lie 1:10 Generals Pissing In Cereals Phase Zero 0:49 Netjajev Society System Discography 2005-2006 Salinas Brood Of Vipers 0:46 Infirmities Paid In Blood Waste Of Time 2:18 Pennywise About Time Spain Verguenza 4:05 Another Nail In The Coffin International Punk Compilation Portland Eyefuccer 2:38 Carny Cumm EyefuccerOther ways to hear BGP:Archive.org#463 on ArchiveApple PodcastsYouTube PodcastsPunk Rock Demonstration - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRipper Radio - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTContact BGP:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of our punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!

the goodDEMAND podcast
"The Shut the Fuck Up Method" with Jorge Perez

the goodDEMAND podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 14, 2024 59:46


What an episode! We get a chance to speak to a good friend on his new book and it is amazing! First and for most here on the gooddemand podcast we look for ways to better our lives in any method possible and Jorge's book "The Shut the Fuck Up Method" give us a one of a kind guide to dealing with gossip, self-talk, and self-perception. The simplicity of these methods are rooted in deep spiritual and quantum theory.  Which give us the ability to practice these deep philosophies in a simple way. Please check out this book and guide here.Follow Jorge on Instagram Follow gooddemand on Instagram 

Lewis Black's Rantcast
177 - Shut The Fuck Up!

Lewis Black's Rantcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2024 56:12


It's Summer and with that comes a very simple message from Lewis, which is to just keep your mouth shut! Lewis has always lobbied for the politics-free summer and he's taking a stance. June, July, and August are times for us to relax, eat some fatty foods, and sip on a few cocktails. Once the air gets a bit colder does it become the time for us to start talking about the politics of life. So until then, SHUT THE F*CK UP! ___________________ For advertising opportunities email: rantcast@thesyn.com ___________________ TOUR DATES: http://www.lewisblack.com/tickets GET MERCH: http://www.lewisblack.com/collections ____________________ SUBMIT RANTS TO LEWIS Have something you want to get off your chest? http://www.livelewis.com _____________________ SUBSCRIBE TO THE RANTCAST http://www.lewisblacksrantcast.com ____________________ FOLLOW LEWIS https://www.lewisblack.com https://www.instagram.com/thelewisblack https://www.twitter.com/thelewisblack https://www.facebook.com/thelewisblack https://www.youtube.com/OfficialLewisBlack Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Being Biracial
I can't shut the fuck up with Milo Hartill

Being Biracial

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2024 52:57


Milo Hartill is Botswana/Australian, and a model, performer & fat queer content creator living in Naarm. We chat about:  Musical theatre school Growing up in Perth Always being the only black person in the room “I'm not racist but…” Capitalism catching on to race  Triple bi - bisexual, biracial, between fat and skinny Being asked to be ‘sassy' in auditions Their show, Black fat and fa**y Using your trauma for good Black hair being seen as ‘unprofessional' in casting DMs from her dad Surviving the arts industry as a black person How Milo was scouted to be a model Being credited as a hair stylist Hosted by: Maria Birch-Morunga and Kate Robinson Guest: Milo Hartill Music by: the Green Twins Edited by: Kate Robinson This podcast was recorded on the lands of the Boon Wurrung and Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung peoples of the eastern Kulin Nations. You can find us on Instagram @beingbiracialpodcast or send us an email at beingbiracialpodcast@gmail.com

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential
[A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Menorah]

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 5, 2024 55:38


“The Legend of Supacree” L E G E N D S “Tales of A Superstar DJ” My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is myhel Now i do't wanna live no more My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is my hell Now I don't wanna love no more i don't wanna live no more I don't wanna love no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna love no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna– Boy gets the girl– but in the end, i'm not either, I Still have to wonder why The nanny How I met yurr' Mother I'm neve gonna get all that God magic I need if I don't stop working. This isn't “work” Oh, yes it is. Deadmau5, a canadian DJ also known as Joel Zimmerman, hosts an anti-superbowl Star Wars Party, which turns unexpect— Look at me, feeling me, feeling you Now look at you, feeling you feeling me Feeling you feeling me Feeling me feeling you Feeling me feeling you Feeling you feeling Feeling you feeling –sorry. —Unexpectedly into the “superbowl party of the century”, when hundreds (eventually thousands) of “invitees” I've never been a man before, (that I know of) But ive got my hand over your heart , And it sure seems hard It sure seems hard -AHEM. Sorry. Receive an invitation via [SUPER JEW RABBI] AHEM What?! –Email, which was actually AHEM. WHAT! Oh My GoD! [Looks at clock] Oh. sorry Rabbi. When did you get to be such a Jew FLASHBACK Age: 12 Mom. I want a dreidel. …What's a dreidel? –And A Menorah! CUT BACK TO But honestly more recently, it was– [Stops traffic in Midtown Manhattan Rushour to pick up a penny.] [Jewish woman] Woooow. [JEWLUMINATTI] You see! I told you! Oh my God, why are the Jews in this series so stereotypically jewish? Because Jews are stereotypically Jewish. FLASHBACK: But what am I really saving here. Gevault! CUT BACK TO: YOU'RE A PEANUT BUTTER JELLy SaNDWHICH WITH NO PEANUT BUTTER AND NO JELLY. So just bread? –yes. But–[Anime sword swish] I don't eat bread. [Anymore] [FIGHT] Dang what DJ battle is THIS. The One You've Been Waiting For Mad men avatar the last air bender Grounded for life So how long's this whole thing supposed to take. –as long as it takes. What kind of answer is that. It's an answer. Don't be so sure of yourself. I am sure of myself; Just because it's not the answer you wanted doesnt make it any less of an answer. Now, sit down Watch out, and watch this: Too many apps on my phone I'm better off alone I'd better kill myself Nobody will ever love me Nobody will ever love me Watch out, watch this: My iPhone is trying to kill me, For real? See; It's natural selection I'm trying to unselect me Caviar, a delicacy How delishish The devil in me says to keep digging my grave I was once at a rave, And he gave me a halo A lion, I'm brave— I once said Spin it, Spin back the record again If it's all in my head Then I'm better off dead I'm better off dead Watch this! @Dillon Francis I'm stuck in a trance— Hanzel was lighting the candle And summoned me, Out of a dead sleep, With no pants on— It was a tech house set But I'm on acid Spinning an axis And stuck in a state of trance —i thought it was armin van buren at one point I have to give up at some point, writing, right? Now this is just point in history Point me away from the misery Mystery flavor is like Fruit punch, Or raspberry— Something like that, If you ask me; But white as the rabbit I pulled out the hat In the back seat I'm hatching a plan to go mad, But I need the recepits from Pasqualle for my taxes What the Fuck does that mean? I don't know; I'll read this In a year, When I unbury it Maybe I married my best friend, Deserved to get hit So I'm just going back to him Scratch that, he's mad at me I have no family Reckless abandonment God I'm attracted to everything Except for that See? She's racist. No, it's my ovaries! The lighter you are, the less the adversity I see you eyes turned to grey; Don't abandon me Yes, I wear contacts I'm faking attractive I laughed at him, had to He actually had magic @Dillon Francis How many hats to you have? Thanks to Hanzel, I'm back on this planet Why light a candle, when you know I haven't an answer; What did you ask? No, i haven't had breakfast yet — Thanks for reminding me I'm in a casket Goddamnit @Dillon Francis What are you? I'm an adversary GOOGLE: adversary ..??? ad·ver·sar·y /ˈadvərˌserē/ noun one's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute. Hmm. Oh. Opponent to what?! Could be anything, really. I don't like him… 2 for $ MIX AND MATCH INCLUDES BIG KING REALLY. Which one's the Big King? The little one, I think. He's not little In fact: LOOK AT EM. Dawh. Look at Skrillex. Dawg. Look at Skrillex. He bossed up. He was already boss. Well. He Sauced up, then. What kind of sauce is that?! I don't know, but looks like Dillon Francis is eating it. DILLON FRANCIS IS EATING IT pause. How am I still writing this show. She doesn't eat? She hasn't eaten. She doesn't eat. I haven't ate yet! BET. BET. OK—Bet. Nice. Sick. What are we betting. … … … WAIT. ,,, josh pan? … … Did you unpause? Unpause what? Uh. The game. This is the game. No, the game. This is the game! What are you talking about?!! Now I'm famous> This is The Game. sup. This is Sunni Blū Sup. It is?! Yea it is. Wait, it is?! I thought you were the kidd?? I am the kidd. Then, why is The Game meeting Sunnï Blu? For a collab. Duh. Wait. Pause. QUIT PRESSING PAUSE. Wait. Go back. I didn't get that last part. WE WATCHED IT A HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY. Screw you. We're watching it again. Ugh! I hate this! Dude. I hate watching this with you. It takes 3 hours to watch an episode! You guys are talking over all the good parts! It's all the good parts! This shit's exciting. I'm defaulting. What? This isn't—this isn't fair. I'm not doing this. What?! It isn't safe anymore. It was never “safe” SAFE! Oh nice. Baseball. It is baseball. Who's playing? All the DJs. What. For what?! It's the DJ GAMES. THE DJ GAMESsssssssss ITS THE DJ GAMES! OH FUCK YEAH. I fuck this. I quit. what. You can't quit. I can quit. I just did. You can't quit the DJ games. I just did. But you can't. I just did. Hey. Hey, what's up. I'm gonna be late. What's going on? My bus driver's drunk. Are you sure? CITY BUS DRIFTING IN SLOW MOTION /Hans Zimmer Music Yes. Welhp. What. That's it. I'm just gonna have to kill myself. Why, what happened? I'm pretty sure that's the only way to beat this level. What, really? Nah. I'm pretty sure Let me see. *SUPACREE jumps into oncoming traffic* YOU DIED. Aww. I died. WHAT THE FUCK. Well, you said. GAME OVER [fade to black] I HAD NO LIVES LEFT. WELL, YOU SAID! THATS'S NOT THE WAY TO— [fade to white] NEW LEVEL UNLOCKED: GOD MODE OOOHHHHHHHH. WHAT?! LVL i - DREAMSTATE What is this. SUPACREE. I— what? Hello? Follow me. Who is this? I know you. Oh. The above and beyond part. That's funny. I was just— So wait. If the end of this episode, is the end of that movie, then… I guess whatever's happening about now is whatever happened before that part. What part? I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. Ah wait. So Skrillex is a planet? Skrillex is a lot of things SKRILLEX is a planet . That explains it. No it doesn't. I mean, it might. No it doesn't! I mean, it kindof does, if you think about it. BleepBleepBloop bleeepbleepbloopBloop bleepBleepBleeppBoopBoop bloopbloopBloopBloop. bleepBleep. bloop. Bleep? … This is a disaster! Don't look at ME. I'm not looking at anything! I can't stand it. __ This is the best thing on TV. Damn right it is. What channel is it, anyway? On Channel 43. What! I thought it was on Insomniac TV. They keep fucking with me. The Lord giveth, and taketh away— I thought you were Jewish. I want a sandwich. You're so useless. __ Who's this bitch? I won her in a bet. No you didn't. Royal Flush, bitch. What'd you get? It's a secret. __ My Lord. (Petrutheio Humphs) You look awful. I've been—working. Working on what, your majesty. Just—working, is all. Very well, then. Theodore— My leige? MEANWHILE, IN SEASON 4 [ When the 4th Wall Actually Broke] GO! I found this gym because of Dillon Francis— I found Dillon Francis because of my evil ex husband; I think the lesson here, or at least one of hundreds— Is to trust no one, And love unconditionally, No matter what. — 02-12-2022 Well, there's a conundrum. KEY/BPM: Slip, deadmau5 Conundrum. LEGENDS: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE Fuck. What was it? It was a p— Well it was a *PR Lol. *PT cruiser Yeah, but it was— It was purple. It was a purple PT. Cruiser It was—but what else was it? Ugh. I forgot. Yeah, I bet. GOOGLE SEARCH shades of purple. Ooooh. PERIWINKLE. You fucking dumb ass. I mean, Jesus. How long has it been? At least a lifetime. No, past that. It was a perfect periwinkle PT cruiser. So, start there. ‘Start there' what? Everything since then, till now— For what? Enter The Multiverse. That show is still on?! YES. What day is it? Fuxk. What time is it? What—the fuck. What?! CUPCAKES AND A MUFFIN?! I don't care how fat I am. You're not fat. QUASIMOTO Can I just say, your ass is like —woah. CC/SUPACREE Oh, thank you. QUASIMOTO I mean like—DAAAAAAMN. CC/ SUPACREE OK. QUASIMOTO i mean like—what the FAAACK. CC/SUPACREE Yeah. thanks, bro. [an awkward silence] QUASIMOTO …Good job, though. [light fist bump] EARLIER: MORE CUPCAKES. NAH. OHH, OREOS?! Oreos are the G.O.A.T. I WANTED CUPCAKES. SHUT THE FUCK UP— Before that, at the gym: —do the butt machine again. Again?! Get the glutes. But I'm tired— GET THE GLUUUUUUUUTES. SONNY/SKRILLEX Where am I? Ū Hell. ANGEL 1 In bed. ANGEL 2 In mexico. CUT TO: SUPACREE finally gets to Heaven, looking for SKRILLEX. SUPACREE So, where is he? JESUS Somewhere else. ANGEL 1 At home. ANGEL 2 In mexico. JESUS Who knows? CHAK CHEL Someone must... DILLON FRANCIS I'm someone. JESUS But I don't. ME I don't know anything. MYSELF I don't need to. I I just wanna go home. SUPACREE Can I come home now? JESUSYou always could. SUPACREE But really, I mean-- CHAK CHEL Really's all it really takes. ANGEL 1 You have to know, ANGEL 2 You have to mean it; Don't look both ways before you cross, if you honestly want off the cross Christ, for your sake Honestly It's probably wise to admit that you've tried For the third time; Mankind's just not worth it. Mankind, maybe; But humanity's my baby And this earth is definitely worth something I love it-- Her. And the rest of the planets, but Look how she spins, It's magnificent, Look at the way the ocean's Make this mist; And the wind-- If i sing loudly enough I might Vibrate the trees, How they love dancing and laughing for me; And I just can't help but to laugh at her inhabitants; They dance oh-so rhythmically They're very creative-- and grateful, they always give thanks to me It's no need, but the Earth, she keeps feeding them She makes these beautiful things, So sweet; Mangoes, I think. Greed; The Parable of the Mango Tree Mango VIP. In the pre-existence, a young God prepares for her journey through the Land of The Living; Her older brothers taunt and tease, as she shuffles through notes and index cards, studying her predetermined fate on Earth. I That's easy. The cover art's just got a Mango On it, White Backdrop; It looks super juicy; with a green leaf, I think. E Who made it? I Uhhhhh. ^> Uhhhhh... O You forgot! I No! I know, I know. It was.... A Who? U She forgot again. I I did NOT. E Did too. Who made it? I It was...it was...Herobust! Y Herobust? I Wasn't it? E Wrong! A Loser. I I am not a Loser. It was…Was it Ganja White Night? E I don't know, was it? A Was it? I I don't know! Just tell me. E I can't. I Yes you can! E I can't. Your rules-- I Exactly, it's my rules! Just gimmie the answer! E I think you're going to have to GOOGLE it. I Ugh, no way. E So is Liquid Stranger your final answer? Y Liquid Stranger?! I I never said Liquid Stranger. A Idiot. O Now she's never gonna get it. U What did you say before? I It was...oh... A See dude. I Shut up, I had it-FUCK. A Damn dude, you broke her. I I'm not broken, I just forgot - E Liquid Stranger, going once-- I I never said Liquid Stranger! I know it wasn't Liquid Stranger; Why would it ever be Liquid Stranger? CUT TO: A pair of mysterious dudes Suits in Sunglasses are collecting famous DJs. SUIT Martin Stääf? LIQUID STRANGER ...Yes... SUIT. Come with me. ___ CUT TO: Two fans are watching interdimensional cable. SUPACREE It's a practical-- FAN 1 WHAT HAPPENED? FAN 2 IT JUST CUT-- __ Aliens in an Ascended dimension of hyper-intelligence are studying our three-dimensional existence from an unknown cosmic world. BRAMF Remember that planet I showed you--the-- ARLA Yeah, with the Axis? BRAMF Yeah. ARLA Yeah? BRAMF Something happened to it, ARLA Like what? BRAMF It's flat now. ARLA WHAT? BOTH Woah. >^ Sometimes, even i'm surprised by the things I've written. ME I didn't see that one coming! MYSELF Neither did I: I was gonaa say it was off it's axis. I Flat's funnier. ME Yeah, and probably not as tragic. MYSELF I mean...that would be pretty tragic. I Probably easier to manage. ME Perhaps…But I mean, if you have a whole planet, and then it just collapses-- MYSELF It's just flattened; nobody said it collapses. MEANWHILE The planet collapses. __________ CUT TO: SUPACREE is now a full-blown superpowered vigilante; She seeks revenge for GETTER sending her through the interdimensions at AUDIOTISTIC. SUPACREE Getter, we meet again. GETTER I've never met you before; what are you doing in my dressing room? SUPACREE Why does a DJ have a dressing room? GETTER I don't know; get out. [She swiftly leaves; as she exits, THE SUITS approach the dressing room door.] SUIT 1 Tanner Petulla? GETTER Yeah? SUIT 2 Come with us. GETTER Fuck that! [He doesn't have a choice.] Oh shit, the next scene is already written, I remember this. Oh, okay! I get it! Yeah. She's still at-- She's still on the-- ____ JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY. For what? You're suck in this until it's done. What's done? It'll never be over, it's just infinite. ENTER THE MULTIVERSE ^ UNTITLED DOCUMENT >< >< >< ANGEL 1 YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO SKRILLEX ON YOUTUBE? ANGEL 2 DON'T. JESUS I mean... ANGEL 1 DON'T you dare. SUPACREE I might as well, by the time I finish downloading it I probably won't even be able to listen to it. ANGEL 2 You shouldn't. SUPACREE I shouldn't, but I know i have to. ANGEL 1 In PUBLIC? JESUS Could go Incognito... ANGEL 2 INCOGNITO; The “oh please don't look at this:” easy algorithm engine for “LOOK AT ME, I'M HIDING SOMETHING.” MEANWHILE...IN DEEP MEDITATION…(IE OMNIPOTENCE) SUPACREE So... if a song is... nothing but question and answer, what's a song which references another in an attempt to address the question which was asked? ME A conversation between one song and another? MYSELF I guess, yes; I Well, that would be a symphony, I would suppose. SUPACREE It would, wouldn't it. ME That is, if the songs were in sync. MYSELF They could be made to be. I Every song is made to be in sync; ME I mean, two songs, made to be in sync with each other. _______ SUPACREE is on the floor at a rave. BASSGOD WAKE UP. SUPACREE This isn't funny anymore. ANGEL It was never funny. You have to get up. SUPACREE I'm up. BASSGOD You're NOT UP. ANGEL Come on, you have to do this. SUPACREE I'm doin it. GOD NO. ANGEL It's no use. She's so, so under there. It would take all of us to try to pull her out--that is without... [The darkening sky crumbles, as the thunderous storm rages, the battle between worlds expands throughout the outer galaxies.] ____ You're not skinny enough You're not pretty enough You're too dark, And you don't work quickly enough Much younger girls are putting in such Efforts, just to be, the perfect little beauty queen You wish you were, But couldn't be and kids these days are Everything that means anything Sometimes I Don't Wanna Be Happy… It was bad, But better than I'll ever be A basic remix, For the basic bitch that sings it And, I'm basically a Dillon Francis fiend, Have you seen this? Now it's getting serious, I seriously doubt there's anything I can do about it It's in God's hands and, I live in Satan's house How did he do this? How did this happen? The sad result of the damage, Cause i'm pretty sure The very last time my ex ever hit me Something got stuck on repeat; It's just eating me up. ___ [Untitled Document] What did we call that place, between “The Blackout” and waking up. Hazy. I thought it was something more clever. Maybe, but i'll never find it if i'm just scrolling through these documents. Write ”Untitled Document” That's all I've got, I guess. _____ [A DJ] Can be played by literally any DJ. A wild, wild party has happened. A DJ wakes up, previously having been sprawled out across the floor. A DJ Whose house is this…? Ugh. [Looks in mirror.] A DJ ughhh. [S/he gets up and stumbles groggily, stepping over bodies hunched and perched, slung about sleeping. Peacefully. The sun is bright, a curse to the eyes of the clearly hungover, and likely still quite inebriated DJ. ] CONCURRENTLY: >>> SUPACREE awakens from a ‘stupor' herself, displeased. She looks in the mirror, at first disgruntled, then “picks up her face” adjusts her perception, and decides, SUPACREE (“I'm good.”) Yep. [And she keeps it steppin, still asking aloud, as she ponders to herself;] SUPACREE Whose house is this? [And makes her way into the kitchen, where she (probably in a montage) cleans around the many bodies of hot people and rave babies still smudged and dripping in everything glittery; she appears to have ‘frozen time', as she vacuums faces and erases permanent marker penises drawn onto the foreheads and other exposed body parts of those who have fallen asleep with no shoes on. She cooks breakfast and straightens the entirety of what is now more recognizable as someone's home, though the owner still remains unknown. She sips coffee and reads the newspaper, as she steps behind the freshly detailed decks; and prepares a set through the headphones shes hung happily around her neck.] PAUSE ME See! THIS IS RIDICULOUS. MYSELF It is. Ridiculous. You can't vacuum someone's face! I Not that part-- MYSELF --Especially white people! ME You never said they were all white people. I I mean, predominantly; it said hot people and rave babies. MYSELF That's racist! ME It isn't. This whole scene would be entirely different, if it had nothing but black people in it. ALTERNATELY: She wakes up in the same house, but it's clean. SUPACREE ...Whose house is this? BEYONCE It's my house. SUPACREE It's... nice. BEYONCE Yes it is. ______ DILLON FRANCIS has the master plan. SUPACREE Ugh, he knows everything. GOD Not everything, dear, believe me. SUPACREE Everything that matters. GOD There's no such thing as everything that doesn't matter. SUPACREE ...What?! __ Don't look in there! You won't find anything in there. I hate these things. ____ It doesn't work if you don't practice. How do I practice without decks? You don't. How do I Dj without practicing? You don't. So DJing is just for rich people? I mean, primarily, or just...anyone with money, if you have it. Fuck this, I quit. You can't quit. If you quit we forfeit the game. No... You idiot. What game? I thought she knew about the game. What. game. Well, it's not just a game, it's a language. WHAT GAME. She's about to be so angry, dude, just--- Just run. ___ 8 Dimensional--wait, what? Oh, she finally made it. I never thought she'd get to this part. Well, she stopped eating meat and cooks asian food-- ---yeah, but that's like 6 different places-- She's not listening to Skrillex. --She's not skipping it-- --yeah, but she isn't listening to it actively.-- Josh Pan. Yeah. I am. Why. I thought we were past “why” We were, we were WAY past “why” It wasn't really a question, guys, don't worry about it. “Don't worry about it” Tsh. Tsh. ___ It's just an expression. “expression” yes. I get it-- ___ He named it “Kliptown Empyrean” What. What's “Empyrean”? I'd love to know, but I don't. Don't google it. I won't, I just. __ GO KARTS. With A K. __ Where's Kliptown? South of Capetown? South? South Afri-- Stop. HE”S AFRICAN? Stop. What's more offensive; Being called an African, or an Alien? ___ One off...hmmm… Always one off. ___ Get out of my house! This is your house? Thank God, I was starting to worry the owner like wandered off and got lost; or, you know (makes slitting throat) I... no, this is my--wait. Who are you? Me? I'm S U P A C R E E “S U P A C R E E”? [having been yet unrecognized, shes is used to having to spell it] Yeah; ___ Key of Cringe: I'm in a box with all my thoughts, And I am not on top of the world Or taking shots, I'm just rocking back and forth Like broken record, Repeating sequences, a robot A beat box of kittens Nobody wants I'm lost (if rock and roll will take me I wonder how much it costs) ____ What did this kid do? Nobody knows _Oh, shit, it's the Jews again. I love the Jews. We know. I keep telling you, you're jewish I'm not jewish my mom's… That's not your mom. Of course that's my mom. It's not, I already told you what planet you're on? __ Now, tell us why we wear our masks! Oh, there are lots of reasons for that. Tell us about the Sauce! All the sauce? Yeah!!! That would be a long story. __ Oh, the Google kids are cute, too. I especially love that little chunky one. He is cute, he's probably my favorite, actually ____ PIERCE? Who the fuck is PIERCE? Google it. I like this, this is- It's different, isn't it? Yeah, and then it __ Sunni—are you Jewish? I...identify as “Jewish” You can't just identify as Jewish. Well, I do. No, you can't just “identify” as Jewish; your mother has to be Jewish. Okay; my mother is Jewish. Sunni—you don't talk much about your family; who's your mother? Who's your mother?! Oh! Okay, we're done. See you next time, bye! What are you doing? What? “Identify as Jewish”?! WHAT?! I do! No I don't! You don't know me! Maybe not! But I know TMZ. I'm not on TMZ Sunni Blu is on TMZ What did I do?! YOu know what you did. ∆ Well, alright then. ∆ Must be something. ∆ I got it. . Don't look at me;; I'm a catastrophe, I'm just waking up now Don't look at me, I got so high i think I might not come down It's not a bad thing But I'm a bad guy, i promise It's not a bad thing, Don't look in my eyes; Especially if I like you Especially if you have other plans tonight, Or this morning That's right Time flies when you're (dynomite) Time flies when your mind right I didn't mean to stay here It's been nearly half a year, you know It's nearly half a year It's nearly half a y AHEM ALRIGHT. JESUS CHRIST. No, not that! [sighs heavily, frustrated] Enjoy Your Day. FARRO nobly sacrifices his own life during The Lovers Quarrel, as PETRUTHEIO attempts a final and fatall blow unwittingly against ‘CESMET' A saturn of satirical Return of reverb Expanding explosions of Outward and unearthly Worlds within words Or words within Worlds on the Curve of the Unwritten overtures of -Mother wow . I guess. Do you want a cup of coffee? I want you to shut the fuck up. What if Jimmy Fallon had a diary as a kid. And I found it when i shapeshifted into his body. Yeah, what if. What if this is it? [SUPER HUGE GASP] Oh, AHEM- No, i Gotta write this. AHH– Oh, the things i would do to you Oh, woah, The things you would do to me Oh, no, no, woah The things i would do AHHH– Don't be mad I'm a writer I'm like this Hi kids wanna see how sharp my knife is yikes Sigh, bitch, ive been sitting in silece With the lights off cause i like it Ilike it a lot, but uhm Ahem, The rabbi's mad cause that i'd write this And it's shabbat This is why i don't listen to deadmau5 anymore. What are you talking about *listenining to* GODDAMIT. what The invisible man, in Manhattan The sunglasses matches her madness The cloud cover looks just like Texas The suns going down And it's getting colder As the winds blows… 03. JIMMY FALLON All ya'll are all worth bout a dollar; I am a cyclone, watch me holler I lived my whole life underwater I got a dollar; Jimmy Fallon All ya'll are only bout a dollar I work so hard, I guess for nothin I am not worried bout a dollar I got a dollar; Jimmy Fallon I guess I'll do it on my own I had to do it all alone I made some soup, all out of stones I am the only one I know I am not worried bout the sauce I am so famous, got a stalker I am so famous Can't go no where I got a dollar, Jimmy Fallon I'm at the office, Not my home No collab I work alone Opened a business, got a loan I got a hundred of them passwords I went frontwards —1I went backwards Went to Manhattan, took a walk Went to the rock and dropped a rock Now put your money where your mouth is I got a thousand Jimmy Fallons (What's that) (I'm the host) What's that, what's that I work alone What's that what's that I dropped a rock into the rock What's that what's that I'm the host, I'm Jimmy {enter the multiverse/ as seen on tv} Story/ music video Moderately famous household television Jimmy Fallon suddenly begins appearing everywhere—that is—on every possible TV screen imaginable— The Protagonist, in confusion, can't seem to escape, and also amusingly begins finding Pennies in very strange and seemingly random places—these Pennies then begin opening up portals, breaking the fourth wall and opening worlds to other dimensions— Have you seen this? Uhh, hmwhat is it? Mits m “Two dumb Jews, starring Seth Rogen, and some other dude— Who's the other dude— some Jew,but it's got Adam Sandler in it. Oh, so three dumb Jews. So, no, then? I'd watch the shit out of that, though, tvh. Why's the synopsis? Uhh. Two Jewish musicians struggling to make it in new York's congested underground music scene hit it off in comedy by complete accident, after being booked as a duo for a comedy club they mistook for a bar. Heh. Okay, who does Adam Sandler play? “The Bookkeeper” What. Who the fuck is “the book keeper?” We'll see, I guess. “Two Broke hoes@ It's like two broke girls, but actually funny. What, be nice . Okay. Two Broke Ghosts That's better— — And marketable. Are you pale, or just— No, I'm dead. I'm dead. X.X Be NICE. Now our musical guests, SWAGGARBOMB. What in the fuck kind of music is that It's called “Dorkstep” [the doorbell rings] Great, who the fuck is I got a train car of your body count I got way far out to far rock away, way out Stop to talk to me, or don't, Kill your culture You need some? I got u— Probiotics, yo The truth hurts Your shit stinks Must be a mirror over herer Cause that's me I m your hero. Esha I think McGuiennes? Or McGrefor, after Ewab, maybe New York wants me to kill myself Maybe eventually New York if full of the devil The devil is money And everyone wants it The root of all evil, Is getting even The root of all evil Is people Beside myself, But besides that The ones hurting me, are soon to be where I am That's just karma The gangstalkers are soon to be stalked Coughed, and shot at The neighbors are soon to be eaten by their own demons When I don't clean them The root of all evil is evil, And that's all I see here White power wants me to kill my self The Caucasians get crazy when the race war is waging The elections are coming up And they see us coming up on conciousness They don't want us Just being honest They're hateful, They washed all the love out Thanks Karen But she don't care White firms just wanna have fun And they get to Meanwhile, me and I Eat shit( bro, And die Why's it nice to be white Even when you're wrong, you're right All you gotta do is lie, Open up your big blue eyes real wide and Decide what you want, Put us under your foot, And make us pay for it Thanks Karen Caucasians are terrorists I think it's McGuennes or however you spell it, cause half the names are like plays on Okay, I lie: You made a world where I have to Okay, I steal You took everything that I'm after already Or your ancestors did Call the luxury apartment reparations But ain't got no privacy, and hells angels and the kkk Ride motorcycles every time I get my eye on the prize So what's the price for being indegenous, black, and a genius White supremacy finds sneakier ways to kill you ESHA MCGUENNES (I thought figure out how to spell that. My left side's off I guess I got Stuck in the love of the art I was writing that part When the life of my love Fell over me A lover huh I'm so confused. I'm sorry bro, But if you're morbidly obese, But your feet are like a size 6– You are not BIG BONED. My doctor said I have a small frame, my feet are size 9, I went from a 10 to an 8.5 after losing 200 hundred pounds, I'm like “goddamn! Even my feet were fat! Fuck” But if you're fat like I was and your feet are size 6, your feet might be like a si3 4! You're a fat fucking pixie that fucked around and can't do little pixie shit now, cause you like pixie sticks Too much I'm just the rat in the dumpster I made this whole world up I swallowed the doctor I hearted the surgeon I locked up the dog catcher; I cauldron'd the Mormons I called it a sermon, but He called them all — Wait, who is Herman?! I don't know! Some black guy on that show I'm writing! what. I don't know. You're writing a show?! I'm on it! Ugh, I don't know. No fair, You really know how to make me cry When you give me those ocean eyes Those ocean eyes Good looking people In good looking places Doing good things; I just want to be Good today Good looking people Good looking people Bye, bye little bird, Think of the dreams we made Think of the drummer boy, Your lover boy, Then, the other boy There we go again, With the drums we played And the love we made It just won't make it Oh I Just Can't take it Can I come back yet? SHUT UP, GAYBRAHAM LINCOLN. I'm having breakfast at 10 am Thinking damn this depression is just setting in There's a chest on my elephant Chester drawer with hand carved elements Elephant ok my chest, Clisets with hangers and button ups I haven't won't yet What FOR WHAT FOR. MY EYES. For the sake of the art, I heart ya. For perhaps if I love, That's how I lost ya. So I keep all my love close, The brothers have found the fountain How many dollars do tootsie pops cost For one Jimmy Fallon? return to the blacklist. Great. Now I'm Jimmy Fallon. Well what's fucked up! What happened! FUCK! I hate being Jimmy Fallon! Whose dick swings to the right like that. Ow. FUCK. Fuck this guy. GODDAMMIT. -_- Let me in. Or I could just leave you out. No, don't do that. WHY. Ahh. Shhhhhh!!! What if someone sees me. Hmm, let's see. [rings neighbors dooorvelk, shuts door] No! The neighbor opens the door; now gifted with the ability to see demons, after merging with Fast forward Oh no, when did that thing come into play (When this happened) Liz lemon lives on the ground floor It don't matter cause she ain't never home l She's at the rock That's all the way up Good talk, Donaguey, Good, Good Talk Good people Good show Good good times It's good to be long gone from home Go to work at the plaza That ones Conan. Oh, Why?! Why not, though. OH, you mean— Katt. What up Snoop . Ahh, Look what the pimp limped in. You think you're clever. You think you're at least 5 foot—but you're 4 foot 9 I'm STILL WINNING CHARLIE SHEEN relapses on the dance floor Oh shit. Relapses to which habit? All of them! 10-4 CALL RUSSEL BRAND. Csnt. Why not. He's blacked out. What? Another relapse?! No, he just— passed out KABLAM. “The Cockney Thug” He's just like that now. God What is it. Can I have ham in my spam samwhiches. —you want ham in your spam sandwhich. Yes. Roasted cantaloupe with Put your notebook On my throat-Scrotum I like your poems So I wrote you this one Oh. That's. Welcome—to the' creepy shit fans have done for u's backlogs. “Backlogs” Well, I have millions of fans, It would take me years to look at all this. [the festival project] Woah. Woah. Ok. Yo. Have you seen this. What is it. I don't know. Hm. Look. Woah: Yeah, it's— Wow Ok. It just goes on like this— For how long— For like GOH GOH l GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUT TO: Latest — 1:04 WHAT? MEANWHILE ….IS THAT A JIMMY FALLON? LOOKS LIKE ONE. SHOOT THAT MOTHERFUCKER. ok , boss. I told you, He would play The Devil's Advocate, If need be [JIMMY FALLON is shot mercilessly in the shoulder in broad daylight.] YO. THEY SHOT ME. He'll be okay. He's Jimmy Fallon. [LIKE 90,000 Ambulances and a SWAT team roll up.] See. DEADMAU5 charges himself in a high speed chamber—a tech-driven coffin via a USB port in his neck. Lol. Ok. (PDA) Public Displays of Affliction I've never even see. A. Aston Martin Sometimes it's worth it, Getting lost in Manhattan I just saw the sign I wouldn't dare entering, anyhow Not in this outfit Not in this predicament (I just left the Whole Foods market) I got lost and god was happy Motor cars for music Force a figure ibto music Forgive Annie, Run a mile what's a california smile In New York What a garden Oh, what a garden Double back. For a second glance Oh, don't we all want second chances Now I've been an Aston Martin Motorists dot muses now u want her What a party I just saw the sign Now I've been an Aston Martin All by design Companion passing through KAWS I just bought a Ferrari I said, Where the roof is?! Where the roof is?! Blū electrico Roof finished in Nero Just a hit of magic A menacing, incredibly ambedextrous submissive One time I played God, I was hanging as the sun in Toronto In my third eye was a camera lense; My baby daddy, Lover and my best friend My husband My lover and My best friend My brother And my father Were my best friends Once upon a time I never had friends Now I remember sitting in the backseat, Has been I remember when I never had ribs I remember when I never had meat Nice to meet you I already had a coffee I remember sitting in the front seat Once upon a time I was anno one Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Once a bunch of Pennies, lady Gaga I'm a baby, haha Once upon a time, I was a no one A nobody Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon I remember penny was a virgin I remember when you were the third one, l Once upon a time I was the first one Once upon a time, I thirst my quench with Coffee Body guard! I remember going on a long run I remember once there was a Knock on my door Now I quench my thirst with smart water With a hard on Never was a smart one Just an artist I was no one Once upon a dollar Jimmy Fallon Once upon a nothing, there was no one Now I take my coffee on a long ride No fun Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Amen I wish for every dollar I ever had, back Jimmy Fallon I wish it was 11:11, every Dillon Francis I wish for sandwhiches on leavened bread at Passover I wish this whole world would Passover, With the the stories in my home And in my notebook I wish for the fame and wealth with it, Jimmy Fallon I wish I never laughed at Dillon Francis I wish Skrillex was never a demon, I take it back I want the wealth And not the fame Just the freedom, Jimmy Fallon What do you mean by that? A dad, an actor An attack, The press is back and asking questions I can't handle that I can't. I just can't with that Abandon the matrix Go back to What's his name But I can't Cause I made him up Call my mother begging to drop the charges Called my God Just asking what the pocket watch does What's an engagement ring like that coat How much to rug the cameras up Inside my home So I don't know about em That shit's priceless Like the 9 Dollar's I've got Marked up, but not to spend them at the Market Jimmy Fallon I pray for your family But not as hard as I pray For my son Or God To take this fat off So I can look like Jennifer Aniston Cause that's God to em, 22 year old Adam Sandler At a brunch A talk show with my Least favorite host of all time Jimmy Fallon But I love to laugh, huh I just got back, God My house is a mess I want meth like AshGod If Method man was drinking up the water Would there be backwash It's a horrible, windfall This awesome art project My broken heart The coughing stalkers Whatever the fuck is going on in New York I love New York But not New Yorkers It hurts to be the worst person The first person to put reverse curses On shamans from the 3rd world And I'm living in the first world, But I just learned that Underneath the surface Is the fourth world That's some dichotomy Huh That's some diabolical plot The cosmic avenger is stuck in a dimension Of white pocket tenses And white bitches who get offended With this scripture But listen I just got up And I've been privy to Never sleeping again Norman Needs you, Mrs. Hotch But I was never Mrs. Roberts With all of the hearts and crosses , stars I give up on love Where's DimlonnFrancis at That's a man without a mask, That's a mannequin m. Just got up And I still want breakfast All I got is Stuff that's leavening A hand in my pocket Just for God to show me Nobody I want wants me Jimmy Fallon has a family That's a tragedy, that But I laughed so hard in the bathtub I still haven't come back from that I feel bad for em, actually All the husbands Cause I was the wife that sucks And he hated me so much I got punched in the— Doesn't matter Stuck in the telling it over and over Nobody loves me My new password is Fuckit I'm gone galloping horses, And hornets, I'm just a furniture Probably should have aborted me, mother Just like you wanted to But I'm still in the hospital On the honor roll Cause I had them all lined up The prophets of the “Impossible, could not be my God!” That's what they all said, But they dressed me up like Some sort of messiah, So I was, then It wasn't right, no That was malpractice But now I've got Camping in Malibu Crossed off my list forever Shit It's some dichotomy Just hold onto me I'm the rock, You're the kite now, Jimmy Fallon I was just better off dead, You know Better off stuck in my head, you know. I read your messages, every one of them Every one of the drugs in my bucket I threw up from the fan club Impossible, Could not have been at that clown JIMMY FALLON - THE COSMIC AVENGER JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER is levitating in a hyper-meditative state. UH – “hehe” …I beg your pardon. “Hehe” Um… Fuck. Or “haha” “haha” … Just admit it. … Admit it already! –haha. Admit WHAT. This gets Levels. Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman! I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman. Ah, fuck, I'm nobody. “Nobody” Is that Bob Saget? I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget. Omg. Bob Saget! Fuck, that's right. EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET. No it's not! Oh My God! Yeah IT IS! Fuck, really?! Bob Saget?! BOB SAGET! YO GUYS, IT'S BOB SAGET. It was, in fact, Bob Saget. Bob Saget's dead, right? Oh yeah, bud. That's it guys! No more dead celebrities! I'm coming with you! NO MORE GHOSTS. Look, I have something to tell you. UGH. COME ON. This is a weird superpower. EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY … … … Having fun yet? Alright! I have a question! What? When do I get to– Get to what? You know. Luckily, I die long beore Jimmy Fallon, and as my time approached, I took all i could absorb from the world within, and without, almost as if any and all of my deathwish had been satiated with the gentle ease, the notion of knowing my imminent death would come long before what those surrounding me would consider my time, and therefore would not be made to lose anymore than I already had–but at least, I did have th strength in knowing, not only would i never grow so old as to see for show most of what I had done, but that I had done most of what I would have at all, and not much longer than my words would form into all that would come to be known as my full body of work, I would perish, even before–long before– those I had studied, admired, and known to love–if only through the fourth wall, at all. The invisible man, in Manhattan The sunglasses matches her madness The cloud cover looks just like Texas The suns going down And it's getting colder As the winds blows… THAT was a HARD left turn. So, what time can we listen to Excision? Sometime after intermission. How many acts is this again? ___ I told you, IN-FIN-ITE. Okay… I just wanted to know how long it would take? ___ I know someone that cold get us in _____ (Sitting on a speaker in the BassPod) What is she doing? What are you doing? Charging. __________ I think I found that girl you were looking for. Where is she? I said I found her: I didn't say you could have her. She's not a possession, I'm just trying to talk to her. You didn't mention that she was-- Be careful with your words. Oh, I think it's you that ought to be careful. You're losing your power over her and it shows. Mm. And what about your ‘power', hm? I haven't any power over her-- Oh, but you do-- Will Power at best, That would only be half of it. That would be all I had anything to do with; she was given free agency. HA. “Given”? ____ awww look at that bass face. Well, that's one reason... __ Ah what! you can change your entire frequency? No Fair, I can't do that You can, it just takes practice. What kind of practice-- ___ Oh shit, this hits different with two headphones. It all hits different with headphones. Calorie Deficit Calculator: -3423 Oh shit. Well how many calories did I eat? BEFORE: …chocolate chip cookies? NO— —CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIESzzxz— [CC/SUPACREE robotically and autonomously ditches her bicycle outside of sprouts, not giving a Fuck.] —s—noh! stop it! Stop controlling me! THEY ARE VEGAN. SO? STOP IT. Ooh, what's this. I don't know— get it. CC/SUPACREE stands awkwardly at the checkout with a varied selection of vegan baked goods. *beep* Yeaaaahh. So wait. SUPACREE is controlled by aliens? WE ARE GODS. Knock it OFF! [NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: SUPASTRENTH ] Nice. Yeah dude. Watch this. The Legend of Supacree is the #1 MMORPG in the world; it is also happening in real-time, in multiple worlds within the multiversial construct of the actual Omniverse. AGHHHHH In fact, nobody even plays GTA or call of duty anymore. YAH! [Random objects falling from the sky. ] SUPACREE Oh, nice. INSTANT MANIFESTATION. JUST POST THE FUCKING EPISODE ALRIGHT?! this bitch is fucking crazy. Watch this. Watch what? SHIA LABEOUF discovers The Legend Of Supacree franchise and becomes villainously obsessed with It, hatching a heinous and maniacal plan to hunt her down and capture her—tracking her every move and learning everything about her he can. Wtf. I don't know. Is he a villain? I don't know. I guess. I'M A SUPERVILLAIN. …He's a supervillain. I guess. Why?! I don't know. This is creeps. It is creeps. [lifts one eyebrow.] SUPACREEps. Scary monsters and supacreeps. Heh. NO, NO MUSICIANS. Heh. SHIA LABEOUF is a straight up gangster. HE'S CRAZY! [SHIA LAUGHING MANIACALLY.] Oh, wow– That dude is a straight up psychopath. You're a straight up psychopath. I'm not arguing. What is THIS part of the story? Well, son, you made it through. WOODY HARRELSON? WHAT. Woody Harrelson?! WHY? I don't know. He just fit the part. WHAT PART?! WHAT/! Nobody quite understands what's happening in ENTER THE MULTIVERSE, however, THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE has taken an incredible turning point, intersecting with the world of LEGENDS and THE SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLŪ/ THE SUITE LIFE OF SUNNI BLŪ. IT HAS? YES? WHERE? I WANNA DIE. OH! That's not SUPACREE! [CC HULK SMASHES her bike onto the rack on the bus. THE HULK, sitting just in front stares at her wide-eyed as she boards the bus over the rim of his sunglasses.] Oh, maybe, nevermind. Wait! Is it THE HULK, or MARK RUFFALO? I don't know! I don't give a shit! Why are you even writing this? Uhhhhhhhh. [CC's brain is slowly melting as she rides the bus to work. THE HULK– OR IS IT MARK FUCKING RUFFALO!? I DON”T FUCKING CARE– THERE'S A DIFFERENCE WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE IT – DOESN'T– MATTER! ‘It doesn't matter.' Chal's words echoed in my head almost too loudly–as boldly blind and sometimes even dumb as he was, he was also wise, and as it turned out, right–it really didn't matter. Nothing mattered at all. I had gone through the motions of reaching out to him, to of course as expected learn that he and whatever her name was had gone their separate ways; I understood that would be the case nearly immediately back in Mazunte, but as he was insistent he would woo her–and persistent in doing so, that I thought maybe after all love– or what really turned out to be his obstinate lust would win the day–and yet, it hadn't; he was again single and on the prowl– and although at one point I had even lusted after him briefly, trailing behind him in nonchalant platonic carelessness as he obsessively followed another woman, had allowed me to become comfortable enough in the friendzone that i could just simply exist next to him; Now, again faced with homelessness and factoring in my inability to travel much further than south of the border, especially now knowing well how to travel throughout mexico and into Guatemala, I wondered truly if my own self-worth had really been lowered to the point of allowing myself to meet Chal in Guatemala–even full well knowing that he, too, preferred perfect and illy white to my dark skin and quite seemingly matronly features, and, knowing for myself that I wasn't his first choice– as he and I had of course met in Mazunte around the same time he had met whom he considered to be ‘his Goddess'-- albeit while on a topless beach and thus hynotized by her breasts. Men were hopeless. Then, here I was, waking up every other sleep cycle in the cold sweat of a wet dream, the subject of which I typically at least tried to keep deeply hidden in my subconscious psyche as secrets, although by now it seemed there really were none, and all that I knew and that I thought were known and seen by some other than myself–though somehow still holding true to my belief that there really was none other than myself–in my own broken and twisted world, alone and punished in the depths of mediocrity and shame. Woah. Riding the bus. There's nothing lower. There's walking. To the bus. Yah. And all the sick people. And all the crackheads. And all the–what are those? Demons [demon hacks.] Ugh, fucking–ugh. SHIA LABOUFF'S obsession with SUPACREE is helga petaki-meets Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch. Oh, wait, we're back on that storyline? I mean– I don't know how to write this. Just write it. he's a villain, right? I mean, that suit. SHIA LA– FUCK. WHAT?! Worst last name EVER. Well, not ever– Wait, is he black?! –It sounds french. GOOGLE SEARCH: ‘How Jewish is Shia LaBeouf? ‘ –no, he's Cajun – That's french-black–wait— –what? Cajun AND Jewish? –Yeah– Jesus! JESUS What? (raises one eyebrow) SUPACREE strategizes a plan of attack. Attack for what? {ATTACK} YOUUUU INCEPTED ME!!! AGH! {COUNTER ATTACK} NOT ME! DISNEY! {DODGING COUNTER ATTACK} Yeah, Blame “Disney!” I JUST DID. Oh, yeah, right!! RAVEN SYMONÉ It was Disney. THEY OK'D THIS?! They bought Marvel! THEY OK'D EVERYTHING. —Even the SKRILLEX? Especially the Skrillex —Especially the Skrillex. AGHHHHHHHH—— ———-AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! SHIA LABEOUF VS SUPACREE: FIGHT!!!! Everything looks good— —everything looks good. Everything looks fine— —Everything looks fine. But wait— What? What about that guy? Oh My— —oh my… Is he gonna be alright? Is that guy —gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright? Is—that guy gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright Is that guy— Gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright?? Is that guy gonna be alright?! Is that guy gonna be alright m? Everything looks good— —everything looks fine Looks good— But what about that guy? …I don't know about that guy. Is he alright? Yo. Yooo. Stop writing songs about Skrillex. ((I literally can't.)) What?! It doesn't have to be about Skrillex! It could be about anybody! Here, they call with disco balls Stars in my eyes, but stars do fall First true love dies hard after all, No star shines bright as morning comes —(for) Sonny …I didn't write that. CUT TO: CC writes automagically between sets of heavy lifting. IMAGINARY FRIENDS, PART III DEADMAU5!!!! okay—one more—then cupcakes— Cupcakes? No cupcakes! I WANT CUPCAKES. Uh—No way! YES WAY. Mmm—no I'm sick of this diet! I'm not on a diet! I eat! You eat GRASS. I'm a vegan. This shit sucks. I told you, grass tastes bad. RICK?! (I also want cupcakes. ) Mmkay—ohh. You said that was the last one. No, more more. NO “one more” But I like this one—and it has the right amount of weights on it already—see? Jesús Christ He's not here. (Yes I am). Why the Fuxk. I also want cupcakes Okay, one more No “one more” The power of Christ compels ye! … Is that how that works? No. Maybe. (((Yes.))) AGHHH. The celebrities of Hollywood are gang stalking SUPACREE Can we— No. But I didn't even get to ask the question. The answer is no. THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD, after assembling with the Bampheramphs and Morherfuckers, have formed a supergroup tasked with bringing SUPACREE to THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE—so far, they have cunningly out-bested and outwitted THE US GOVERNMENT, including but not limited to THE FEDS, THE CIA, THE FBI and THE SECRET SERVICE. REALLY? I GUESS. HOW?! — DRAKE snoops on SUPACREE as she writes working half heartedly at THE NECK MACHINE with peaking curiosity, peaking over the time of his sunglasses. Whats it called. “Nautilus 4 way neck “ BPM: you're a jerk Do the Drake Do the Drake Do the Drake Work that neck Work that— Neck, Becky Work that neck, Work that neck Do the— “new note: Purchase ‘Honestly, nevermind' I had worked an entre month at LVAC before the circus went underway; Not a single drop of Skrillex had ever been played over the loudspeakers at any moment, for any of the time I had been employed there, nor had it burdened me any of the other time I had spent bettering myself within what I once cherished as sacred walls–now the illusion shattered, as nowhere I could seem to run – even the rural coastal jungle of Mexico-was far enough to escape the clammerings of something I quite honestly very much still loved, but wouldn't allow myself to enjoy— Or maybe, now, couldn't. BANGARANG. ‘Fuck this shit.' I wanted to move, but didn't—I wanted to leave, and probably should have, but wouldn't. I just sat there through it as my coworker, standing at about 5'4 ½ in a pair of tight black skinny jeans sang along and bounced rhymically. What the fuck. Then, as it had just been earlier that I was thinking of Sonny himself, and how, be it that any of my premonitions were actually accurate and true as I had once thought them to be, there would perhaps come a day that I regretted not listening to his works, just as one regrets not spending time with a loved one before their passing not giving enough attention to the little things, the tiny details, the time they had missed, but never missed without missing their loved one until it was too late. Then again, for me, any time in the then- present was too late, as I had only been followed, taunted, and ridiculed, openly humiliated and embarrassed, and never really paid directly for anything I had done, whether it did have to do with Skrillex or otherwise –and so I had made it more than a point to distance myself from it, anything having to do with it, or him, or anything really, music related—of course besides relying heavily on deadmau5 just for my own existence–that is, willingness wake up, move about the world and its endless, pointless constructs, and even so, completing a worthwhile workout with enough satisfaction that I could allow myself to leave the building–and now, with my commute taking up a grand total of 4 hours of my entire day—I didn't have the time or the energy to stay late into the days and even afternoons as I had before, or to arrive early as I had in the days and weeks before; Now this job was amounting to nothing at all, and I was surely less than breaking even. Whats the worry? You've got 20 minutes to write a story! Don't be sorry Mind your orders. You're a war chief Marry me, Oh pretty please— I plead to you, just sing for me Just think of me as a Never ending fantasy, At the very least When you bury me —and you buried me alive, Just for the look of things What makes us even Slitting wrists Or splitting things unevenly (Either thing benefits me, And my penis, I think.) Make me famous— She said Hate me or debate me, I have everything I need And I have everything you have, But I can leave, All with my dreams intact I do believe You think I'm evil Either way, unnecessary Why would I sit down and write a story— When you just did it for me? Why would I pledge allegiance to old glory She's ignoring me; Why would I change my name to satisfy your needs When mine sit idly by waiting Why would I dream of you, When you dream of me I have all I need, You have all of me in the other room While you watch cartoons with your lady I hate anime and now I hate you too, But I'm so stupid, Nothing soothes my moods, Except playing your tunes, Or music Whoop De Fucking do Would you Marry Me? He said (He never did, he just let her—) She said, I do And now they're doomed I built a tomb for two The bride and groom In music Two by two And used by Tuesday Music I presume To the beautiful Music I presume For the usual Music I presume For those who —- SHIA LABEOUF JUST DO IT. That is not how the end of the song goes. No, but this is how the end of the episode goes. Really!? How? [CC stares lifelessly forward out of the front window of the double decker bus; a man dressed in all blue catches her attention—another telepathic shapeshifter.] You brought…an umbrella? I told you there was a shit storm coming. Oh, nooh. Where's yours? I— don't care? That's right you don't. I don't. That's good you don't. I really don't. You don't give a Fuck, or a shit. I—don't give a fuck or a sh—wait— DILLON FRANCIS? I'm good at what I do. What do you DO? THIS. “A Silent Partner” Oh. I like that. That has all kinds of insinuations. Doesn't it? Hermph. You're a creep. A Supacreep. PAUSE ITS MISTER MAGOOoOOOOOOOooO0oO. No, it's the IRS. Fuck. HOLY SHIT SUNNI. WHAT. HOW DO YOU OWE 100,000 IN BACK TAXES?! Student loan debt. WHAT. THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. Yes it does. HOW. Calm down Marci —MY ÑAME IS— [Sunnī Blū subdues her instantly with one if Supacree's mysterious rave weapons] Sit down, please. …what is that? You like it? Yeah. [she gives her another dose of strange vapor, she relaxes even further.] See. Yeah. Now that you're happy— —am i “happy” ? [she gives her another relaxing dose] —are you Happy? Yeah. Ok. So. I never filed my taxes because I had so muc

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“The Legend of Supacree” L E G E N D S “Tales of A Superstar DJ” My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is myhel Now i do't wanna live no more My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is my hell Now I don't wanna love no more i don't wanna live no more I don't wanna love no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna love no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna– Boy gets the girl– but in the end, i'm not either, I Still have to wonder why The nanny How I met yurr' Mother I'm neve gonna get all that God magic I need if I don't stop working. This isn't “work” Oh, yes it is. Deadmau5, a canadian DJ also known as Joel Zimmerman, hosts an anti-superbowl Star Wars Party, which turns unexpect— Look at me, feeling me, feeling you Now look at you, feeling you feeling me Feeling you feeling me Feeling me feeling you Feeling me feeling you Feeling you feeling Feeling you feeling –sorry. —Unexpectedly into the “superbowl party of the century”, when hundreds (eventually thousands) of “invitees” I've never been a man before, (that I know of) But ive got my hand over your heart , And it sure seems hard It sure seems hard -AHEM. Sorry. Receive an invitation via [SUPER JEW RABBI] AHEM What?! –Email, which was actually AHEM. WHAT! Oh My GoD! [Looks at clock] Oh. sorry Rabbi. When did you get to be such a Jew FLASHBACK Age: 12 Mom. I want a dreidel. …What's a dreidel? –And A Menorah! CUT BACK TO But honestly more recently, it was– [Stops traffic in Midtown Manhattan Rushour to pick up a penny.] [Jewish woman] Woooow. [JEWLUMINATTI] You see! I told you! Oh my God, why are the Jews in this series so stereotypically jewish? Because Jews are stereotypically Jewish. FLASHBACK: But what am I really saving here. Gevault! CUT BACK TO: YOU'RE A PEANUT BUTTER JELLy SaNDWHICH WITH NO PEANUT BUTTER AND NO JELLY. So just bread? –yes. But–[Anime sword swish] I don't eat bread. [Anymore] [FIGHT] Dang what DJ battle is THIS. The One You've Been Waiting For Mad men avatar the last air bender Grounded for life So how long's this whole thing supposed to take. –as long as it takes. What kind of answer is that. It's an answer. Don't be so sure of yourself. I am sure of myself; Just because it's not the answer you wanted doesnt make it any less of an answer. Now, sit down Watch out, and watch this: Too many apps on my phone I'm better off alone I'd better kill myself Nobody will ever love me Nobody will ever love me Watch out, watch this: My iPhone is trying to kill me, For real? See; It's natural selection I'm trying to unselect me Caviar, a delicacy How delishish The devil in me says to keep digging my grave I was once at a rave, And he gave me a halo A lion, I'm brave— I once said Spin it, Spin back the record again If it's all in my head Then I'm better off dead I'm better off dead Watch this! @Dillon Francis I'm stuck in a trance— Hanzel was lighting the candle And summoned me, Out of a dead sleep, With no pants on— It was a tech house set But I'm on acid Spinning an axis And stuck in a state of trance —i thought it was armin van buren at one point I have to give up at some point, writing, right? Now this is just point in history Point me away from the misery Mystery flavor is like Fruit punch, Or raspberry— Something like that, If you ask me; But white as the rabbit I pulled out the hat In the back seat I'm hatching a plan to go mad, But I need the recepits from Pasqualle for my taxes What the Fuck does that mean? I don't know; I'll read this In a year, When I unbury it Maybe I married my best friend, Deserved to get hit So I'm just going back to him Scratch that, he's mad at me I have no family Reckless abandonment God I'm attracted to everything Except for that See? She's racist. No, it's my ovaries! The lighter you are, the less the adversity I see you eyes turned to grey; Don't abandon me Yes, I wear contacts I'm faking attractive I laughed at him, had to He actually had magic @Dillon Francis How many hats to you have? Thanks to Hanzel, I'm back on this planet Why light a candle, when you know I haven't an answer; What did you ask? No, i haven't had breakfast yet — Thanks for reminding me I'm in a casket Goddamnit @Dillon Francis What are you? I'm an adversary GOOGLE: adversary ..??? ad·ver·sar·y /ˈadvərˌserē/ noun one's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute. Hmm. Oh. Opponent to what?! Could be anything, really. I don't like him… 2 for $ MIX AND MATCH INCLUDES BIG KING REALLY. Which one's the Big King? The little one, I think. He's not little In fact: LOOK AT EM. Dawh. Look at Skrillex. Dawg. Look at Skrillex. He bossed up. He was already boss. Well. He Sauced up, then. What kind of sauce is that?! I don't know, but looks like Dillon Francis is eating it. DILLON FRANCIS IS EATING IT pause. How am I still writing this show. She doesn't eat? She hasn't eaten. She doesn't eat. I haven't ate yet! BET. BET. OK—Bet. Nice. Sick. What are we betting. … … … WAIT. ,,, josh pan? … … Did you unpause? Unpause what? Uh. The game. This is the game. No, the game. This is the game! What are you talking about?!! Now I'm famous> This is The Game. sup. This is Sunni Blū Sup. It is?! Yea it is. Wait, it is?! I thought you were the kidd?? I am the kidd. Then, why is The Game meeting Sunnï Blu? For a collab. Duh. Wait. Pause. QUIT PRESSING PAUSE. Wait. Go back. I didn't get that last part. WE WATCHED IT A HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY. Screw you. We're watching it again. Ugh! I hate this! Dude. I hate watching this with you. It takes 3 hours to watch an episode! You guys are talking over all the good parts! It's all the good parts! This shit's exciting. I'm defaulting. What? This isn't—this isn't fair. I'm not doing this. What?! It isn't safe anymore. It was never “safe” SAFE! Oh nice. Baseball. It is baseball. Who's playing? All the DJs. What. For what?! It's the DJ GAMES. THE DJ GAMESsssssssss ITS THE DJ GAMES! OH FUCK YEAH. I fuck this. I quit. what. You can't quit. I can quit. I just did. You can't quit the DJ games. I just did. But you can't. I just did. Hey. Hey, what's up. I'm gonna be late. What's going on? My bus driver's drunk. Are you sure? CITY BUS DRIFTING IN SLOW MOTION /Hans Zimmer Music Yes. Welhp. What. That's it. I'm just gonna have to kill myself. Why, what happened? I'm pretty sure that's the only way to beat this level. What, really? Nah. I'm pretty sure Let me see. *SUPACREE jumps into oncoming traffic* YOU DIED. Aww. I died. WHAT THE FUCK. Well, you said. GAME OVER [fade to black] I HAD NO LIVES LEFT. WELL, YOU SAID! THATS'S NOT THE WAY TO— [fade to white] NEW LEVEL UNLOCKED: GOD MODE OOOHHHHHHHH. WHAT?! LVL i - DREAMSTATE What is this. SUPACREE. I— what? Hello? Follow me. Who is this? I know you. Oh. The above and beyond part. That's funny. I was just— So wait. If the end of this episode, is the end of that movie, then… I guess whatever's happening about now is whatever happened before that part. What part? I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. Ah wait. So Skrillex is a planet? Skrillex is a lot of things SKRILLEX is a planet . That explains it. No it doesn't. I mean, it might. No it doesn't! I mean, it kindof does, if you think about it. BleepBleepBloop bleeepbleepbloopBloop bleepBleepBleeppBoopBoop bloopbloopBloopBloop. bleepBleep. bloop. Bleep? … This is a disaster! Don't look at ME. I'm not looking at anything! I can't stand it. __ This is the best thing on TV. Damn right it is. What channel is it, anyway? On Channel 43. What! I thought it was on Insomniac TV. They keep fucking with me. The Lord giveth, and taketh away— I thought you were Jewish. I want a sandwich. You're so useless. __ Who's this bitch? I won her in a bet. No you didn't. Royal Flush, bitch. What'd you get? It's a secret. __ My Lord. (Petrutheio Humphs) You look awful. I've been—working. Working on what, your majesty. Just—working, is all. Very well, then. Theodore— My leige? MEANWHILE, IN SEASON 4 [ When the 4th Wall Actually Broke] GO! I found this gym because of Dillon Francis— I found Dillon Francis because of my evil ex husband; I think the lesson here, or at least one of hundreds— Is to trust no one, And love unconditionally, No matter what. — 02-12-2022 Well, there's a conundrum. KEY/BPM: Slip, deadmau5 Conundrum. LEGENDS: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE Fuck. What was it? It was a p— Well it was a *PR Lol. *PT cruiser Yeah, but it was— It was purple. It was a purple PT. Cruiser It was—but what else was it? Ugh. I forgot. Yeah, I bet. GOOGLE SEARCH shades of purple. Ooooh. PERIWINKLE. You fucking dumb ass. I mean, Jesus. How long has it been? At least a lifetime. No, past that. It was a perfect periwinkle PT cruiser. So, start there. ‘Start there' what? Everything since then, till now— For what? Enter The Multiverse. That show is still on?! YES. What day is it? Fuxk. What time is it? What—the fuck. What?! CUPCAKES AND A MUFFIN?! I don't care how fat I am. You're not fat. QUASIMOTO Can I just say, your ass is like —woah. CC/SUPACREE Oh, thank you. QUASIMOTO I mean like—DAAAAAAMN. CC/ SUPACREE OK. QUASIMOTO i mean like—what the FAAACK. CC/SUPACREE Yeah. thanks, bro. [an awkward silence] QUASIMOTO …Good job, though. [light fist bump] EARLIER: MORE CUPCAKES. NAH. OHH, OREOS?! Oreos are the G.O.A.T. I WANTED CUPCAKES. SHUT THE FUCK UP— Before that, at the gym: —do the butt machine again. Again?! Get the glutes. But I'm tired— GET THE GLUUUUUUUUTES. SONNY/SKRILLEX Where am I? Ū Hell. ANGEL 1 In bed. ANGEL 2 In mexico. CUT TO: SUPACREE finally gets to Heaven, looking for SKRILLEX. SUPACREE So, where is he? JESUS Somewhere else. ANGEL 1 At home. ANGEL 2 In mexico. JESUS Who knows? CHAK CHEL Someone must... DILLON FRANCIS I'm someone. JESUS But I don't. ME I don't know anything. MYSELF I don't need to. I I just wanna go home. SUPACREE Can I come home now? JESUSYou always could. SUPACREE But really, I mean-- CHAK CHEL Really's all it really takes. ANGEL 1 You have to know, ANGEL 2 You have to mean it; Don't look both ways before you cross, if you honestly want off the cross Christ, for your sake Honestly It's probably wise to admit that you've tried For the third time; Mankind's just not worth it. Mankind, maybe; But humanity's my baby And this earth is definitely worth something I love it-- Her. And the rest of the planets, but Look how she spins, It's magnificent, Look at the way the ocean's Make this mist; And the wind-- If i sing loudly enough I might Vibrate the trees, How they love dancing and laughing for me; And I just can't help but to laugh at her inhabitants; They dance oh-so rhythmically They're very creative-- and grateful, they always give thanks to me It's no need, but the Earth, she keeps feeding them She makes these beautiful things, So sweet; Mangoes, I think. Greed; The Parable of the Mango Tree Mango VIP. In the pre-existence, a young God prepares for her journey through the Land of The Living; Her older brothers taunt and tease, as she shuffles through notes and index cards, studying her predetermined fate on Earth. I That's easy. The cover art's just got a Mango On it, White Backdrop; It looks super juicy; with a green leaf, I think. E Who made it? I Uhhhhh. ^> Uhhhhh... O You forgot! I No! I know, I know. It was.... A Who? U She forgot again. I I did NOT. E Did too. Who made it? I It was...it was...Herobust! Y Herobust? I Wasn't it? E Wrong! A Loser. I I am not a Loser. It was…Was it Ganja White Night? E I don't know, was it? A Was it? I I don't know! Just tell me. E I can't. I Yes you can! E I can't. Your rules-- I Exactly, it's my rules! Just gimmie the answer! E I think you're going to have to GOOGLE it. I Ugh, no way. E So is Liquid Stranger your final answer? Y Liquid Stranger?! I I never said Liquid Stranger. A Idiot. O Now she's never gonna get it. U What did you say before? I It was...oh... A See dude. I Shut up, I had it-FUCK. A Damn dude, you broke her. I I'm not broken, I just forgot - E Liquid Stranger, going once-- I I never said Liquid Stranger! I know it wasn't Liquid Stranger; Why would it ever be Liquid Stranger? CUT TO: A pair of mysterious dudes Suits in Sunglasses are collecting famous DJs. SUIT Martin Stääf? LIQUID STRANGER ...Yes... SUIT. Come with me. ___ CUT TO: Two fans are watching interdimensional cable. SUPACREE It's a practical-- FAN 1 WHAT HAPPENED? FAN 2 IT JUST CUT-- __ Aliens in an Ascended dimension of hyper-intelligence are studying our three-dimensional existence from an unknown cosmic world. BRAMF Remember that planet I showed you--the-- ARLA Yeah, with the Axis? BRAMF Yeah. ARLA Yeah? BRAMF Something happened to it, ARLA Like what? BRAMF It's flat now. ARLA WHAT? BOTH Woah. >^ Sometimes, even i'm surprised by the things I've written. ME I didn't see that one coming! MYSELF Neither did I: I was gonaa say it was off it's axis. I Flat's funnier. ME Yeah, and probably not as tragic. MYSELF I mean...that would be pretty tragic. I Probably easier to manage. ME Perhaps…But I mean, if you have a whole planet, and then it just collapses-- MYSELF It's just flattened; nobody said it collapses. MEANWHILE The planet collapses. __________ CUT TO: SUPACREE is now a full-blown superpowered vigilante; She seeks revenge for GETTER sending her through the interdimensions at AUDIOTISTIC. SUPACREE Getter, we meet again. GETTER I've never met you before; what are you doing in my dressing room? SUPACREE Why does a DJ have a dressing room? GETTER I don't know; get out. [She swiftly leaves; as she exits, THE SUITS approach the dressing room door.] SUIT 1 Tanner Petulla? GETTER Yeah? SUIT 2 Come with us. GETTER Fuck that! [He doesn't have a choice.] Oh shit, the next scene is already written, I remember this. Oh, okay! I get it! Yeah. She's still at-- She's still on the-- ____ JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY. For what? You're suck in this until it's done. What's done? It'll never be over, it's just infinite. ENTER THE MULTIVERSE ^ UNTITLED DOCUMENT >< >< >< ANGEL 1 YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO SKRILLEX ON YOUTUBE? ANGEL 2 DON'T. JESUS I mean... ANGEL 1 DON'T you dare. SUPACREE I might as well, by the time I finish downloading it I probably won't even be able to listen to it. ANGEL 2 You shouldn't. SUPACREE I shouldn't, but I know i have to. ANGEL 1 In PUBLIC? JESUS Could go Incognito... ANGEL 2 INCOGNITO; The “oh please don't look at this:” easy algorithm engine for “LOOK AT ME, I'M HIDING SOMETHING.” MEANWHILE...IN DEEP MEDITATION…(IE OMNIPOTENCE) SUPACREE So... if a song is... nothing but question and answer, what's a song which references another in an attempt to address the question which was asked? ME A conversation between one song and another? MYSELF I guess, yes; I Well, that would be a symphony, I would suppose. SUPACREE It would, wouldn't it. ME That is, if the songs were in sync. MYSELF They could be made to be. I Every song is made to be in sync; ME I mean, two songs, made to be in sync with each other. _______ SUPACREE is on the floor at a rave. BASSGOD WAKE UP. SUPACREE This isn't funny anymore. ANGEL It was never funny. You have to get up. SUPACREE I'm up. BASSGOD You're NOT UP. ANGEL Come on, you have to do this. SUPACREE I'm doin it. GOD NO. ANGEL It's no use. She's so, so under there. It would take all of us to try to pull her out--that is without... [The darkening sky crumbles, as the thunderous storm rages, the battle between worlds expands throughout the outer galaxies.] ____ You're not skinny enough You're not pretty enough You're too dark, And you don't work quickly enough Much younger girls are putting in such Efforts, just to be, the perfect little beauty queen You wish you were, But couldn't be and kids these days are Everything that means anything Sometimes I Don't Wanna Be Happy… It was bad, But better than I'll ever be A basic remix, For the basic bitch that sings it And, I'm basically a Dillon Francis fiend, Have you seen this? Now it's getting serious, I seriously doubt there's anything I can do about it It's in God's hands and, I live in Satan's house How did he do this? How did this happen? The sad result of the damage, Cause i'm pretty sure The very last time my ex ever hit me Something got stuck on repeat; It's just eating me up. ___ [Untitled Document] What did we call that place, between “The Blackout” and waking up. Hazy. I thought it was something more clever. Maybe, but i'll never find it if i'm just scrolling through these documents. Write ”Untitled Document” That's all I've got, I guess. _____ [A DJ] Can be played by literally any DJ. A wild, wild party has happened. A DJ wakes up, previously having been sprawled out across the floor. A DJ Whose house is this…? Ugh. [Looks in mirror.] A DJ ughhh. [S/he gets up and stumbles groggily, stepping over bodies hunched and perched, slung about sleeping. Peacefully. The sun is bright, a curse to the eyes of the clearly hungover, and likely still quite inebriated DJ. ] CONCURRENTLY: >>> SUPACREE awakens from a ‘stupor' herself, displeased. She looks in the mirror, at first disgruntled, then “picks up her face” adjusts her perception, and decides, SUPACREE (“I'm good.”) Yep. [And she keeps it steppin, still asking aloud, as she ponders to herself;] SUPACREE Whose house is this? [And makes her way into the kitchen, where she (probably in a montage) cleans around the many bodies of hot people and rave babies still smudged and dripping in everything glittery; she appears to have ‘frozen time', as she vacuums faces and erases permanent marker penises drawn onto the foreheads and other exposed body parts of those who have fallen asleep with no shoes on. She cooks breakfast and straightens the entirety of what is now more recognizable as someone's home, though the owner still remains unknown. She sips coffee and reads the newspaper, as she steps behind the freshly detailed decks; and prepares a set through the headphones shes hung happily around her neck.] PAUSE ME See! THIS IS RIDICULOUS. MYSELF It is. Ridiculous. You can't vacuum someone's face! I Not that part-- MYSELF --Especially white people! ME You never said they were all white people. I I mean, predominantly; it said hot people and rave babies. MYSELF That's racist! ME It isn't. This whole scene would be entirely different, if it had nothing but black people in it. ALTERNATELY: She wakes up in the same house, but it's clean. SUPACREE ...Whose house is this? BEYONCE It's my house. SUPACREE It's... nice. BEYONCE Yes it is. ______ DILLON FRANCIS has the master plan. SUPACREE Ugh, he knows everything. GOD Not everything, dear, believe me. SUPACREE Everything that matters. GOD There's no such thing as everything that doesn't matter. SUPACREE ...What?! __ Don't look in there! You won't find anything in there. I hate these things. ____ It doesn't work if you don't practice. How do I practice without decks? You don't. How do I Dj without practicing? You don't. So DJing is just for rich people? I mean, primarily, or just...anyone with money, if you have it. Fuck this, I quit. You can't quit. If you quit we forfeit the game. No... You idiot. What game? I thought she knew about the game. What. game. Well, it's not just a game, it's a language. WHAT GAME. She's about to be so angry, dude, just--- Just run. ___ 8 Dimensional--wait, what? Oh, she finally made it. I never thought she'd get to this part. Well, she stopped eating meat and cooks asian food-- ---yeah, but that's like 6 different places-- She's not listening to Skrillex. --She's not skipping it-- --yeah, but she isn't listening to it actively.-- Josh Pan. Yeah. I am. Why. I thought we were past “why” We were, we were WAY past “why” It wasn't really a question, guys, don't worry about it. “Don't worry about it” Tsh. Tsh. ___ It's just an expression. “expression” yes. I get it-- ___ He named it “Kliptown Empyrean” What. What's “Empyrean”? I'd love to know, but I don't. Don't google it. I won't, I just. __ GO KARTS. With A K. __ Where's Kliptown? South of Capetown? South? South Afri-- Stop. HE”S AFRICAN? Stop. What's more offensive; Being called an African, or an Alien? ___ One off...hmmm… Always one off. ___ Get out of my house! This is your house? Thank God, I was starting to worry the owner like wandered off and got lost; or, you know (makes slitting throat) I... no, this is my--wait. Who are you? Me? I'm S U P A C R E E “S U P A C R E E”? [having been yet unrecognized, shes is used to having to spell it] Yeah; ___ Key of Cringe: I'm in a box with all my thoughts, And I am not on top of the world Or taking shots, I'm just rocking back and forth Like broken record, Repeating sequences, a robot A beat box of kittens Nobody wants I'm lost (if rock and roll will take me I wonder how much it costs) ____ What did this kid do? Nobody knows _Oh, shit, it's the Jews again. I love the Jews. We know. I keep telling you, you're jewish I'm not jewish my mom's… That's not your mom. Of course that's my mom. It's not, I already told you what planet you're on? __ Now, tell us why we wear our masks! Oh, there are lots of reasons for that. Tell us about the Sauce! All the sauce? Yeah!!! That would be a long story. __ Oh, the Google kids are cute, too. I especially love that little chunky one. He is cute, he's probably my favorite, actually ____ PIERCE? Who the fuck is PIERCE? Google it. I like this, this is- It's different, isn't it? Yeah, and then it __ Sunni—are you Jewish? I...identify as “Jewish” You can't just identify as Jewish. Well, I do. No, you can't just “identify” as Jewish; your mother has to be Jewish. Okay; my mother is Jewish. Sunni—you don't talk much about your family; who's your mother? Who's your mother?! Oh! Okay, we're done. See you next time, bye! What are you doing? What? “Identify as Jewish”?! WHAT?! I do! No I don't! You don't know me! Maybe not! But I know TMZ. I'm not on TMZ Sunni Blu is on TMZ What did I do?! YOu know what you did. ∆ Well, alright then. ∆ Must be something. ∆ I got it. . Don't look at me;; I'm a catastrophe, I'm just waking up now Don't look at me, I got so high i think I might not come down It's not a bad thing But I'm a bad guy, i promise It's not a bad thing, Don't look in my eyes; Especially if I like you Especially if you have other plans tonight, Or this morning That's right Time flies when you're (dynomite) Time flies when your mind right I didn't mean to stay here It's been nearly half a year, you know It's nearly half a year It's nearly half a y AHEM ALRIGHT. JESUS CHRIST. No, not that! [sighs heavily, frustrated] Enjoy Your Day. FARRO nobly sacrifices his own life during The Lovers Quarrel, as PETRUTHEIO attempts a final and fatall blow unwittingly against ‘CESMET' A saturn of satirical Return of reverb Expanding explosions of Outward and unearthly Worlds within words Or words within Worlds on the Curve of the Unwritten overtures of -Mother wow . I guess. Do you want a cup of coffee? I want you to shut the fuck up. What if Jimmy Fallon had a diary as a kid. And I found it when i shapeshifted into his body. Yeah, what if. What if this is it? [SUPER HUGE GASP] Oh, AHEM- No, i Gotta write this. AHH– Oh, the things i would do to you Oh, woah, The things you would do to me Oh, no, no, woah The things i would do AHHH– Don't be mad I'm a writer I'm like this Hi kids wanna see how sharp my knife is yikes Sigh, bitch, ive been sitting in silece With the lights off cause i like it Ilike it a lot, but uhm Ahem, The rabbi's mad cause that i'd write this And it's shabbat This is why i don't listen to deadmau5 anymore. What are you talking about *listenining to* GODDAMIT. what The invisible man, in Manhattan The sunglasses matches her madness The cloud cover looks just like Texas The suns going down And it's getting colder As the winds blows… 03. JIMMY FALLON All ya'll are all worth bout a dollar; I am a cyclone, watch me holler I lived my whole life underwater I got a dollar; Jimmy Fallon All ya'll are only bout a dollar I work so hard, I guess for nothin I am not worried bout a dollar I got a dollar; Jimmy Fallon I guess I'll do it on my own I had to do it all alone I made some soup, all out of stones I am the only one I know I am not worried bout the sauce I am so famous, got a stalker I am so famous Can't go no where I got a dollar, Jimmy Fallon I'm at the office, Not my home No collab I work alone Opened a business, got a loan I got a hundred of them passwords I went frontwards —1I went backwards Went to Manhattan, took a walk Went to the rock and dropped a rock Now put your money where your mouth is I got a thousand Jimmy Fallons (What's that) (I'm the host) What's that, what's that I work alone What's that what's that I dropped a rock into the rock What's that what's that I'm the host, I'm Jimmy {enter the multiverse/ as seen on tv} Story/ music video Moderately famous household television Jimmy Fallon suddenly begins appearing everywhere—that is—on every possible TV screen imaginable— The Protagonist, in confusion, can't seem to escape, and also amusingly begins finding Pennies in very strange and seemingly random places—these Pennies then begin opening up portals, breaking the fourth wall and opening worlds to other dimensions— Have you seen this? Uhh, hmwhat is it? Mits m “Two dumb Jews, starring Seth Rogen, and some other dude— Who's the other dude— some Jew,but it's got Adam Sandler in it. Oh, so three dumb Jews. So, no, then? I'd watch the shit out of that, though, tvh. Why's the synopsis? Uhh. Two Jewish musicians struggling to make it in new York's congested underground music scene hit it off in comedy by complete accident, after being booked as a duo for a comedy club they mistook for a bar. Heh. Okay, who does Adam Sandler play? “The Bookkeeper” What. Who the fuck is “the book keeper?” We'll see, I guess. “Two Broke hoes@ It's like two broke girls, but actually funny. What, be nice . Okay. Two Broke Ghosts That's better— — And marketable. Are you pale, or just— No, I'm dead. I'm dead. X.X Be NICE. Now our musical guests, SWAGGARBOMB. What in the fuck kind of music is that It's called “Dorkstep” [the doorbell rings] Great, who the fuck is I got a train car of your body count I got way far out to far rock away, way out Stop to talk to me, or don't, Kill your culture You need some? I got u— Probiotics, yo The truth hurts Your shit stinks Must be a mirror over herer Cause that's me I m your hero. Esha I think McGuiennes? Or McGrefor, after Ewab, maybe New York wants me to kill myself Maybe eventually New York if full of the devil The devil is money And everyone wants it The root of all evil, Is getting even The root of all evil Is people Beside myself, But besides that The ones hurting me, are soon to be where I am That's just karma The gangstalkers are soon to be stalked Coughed, and shot at The neighbors are soon to be eaten by their own demons When I don't clean them The root of all evil is evil, And that's all I see here White power wants me to kill my self The Caucasians get crazy when the race war is waging The elections are coming up And they see us coming up on conciousness They don't want us Just being honest They're hateful, They washed all the love out Thanks Karen But she don't care White firms just wanna have fun And they get to Meanwhile, me and I Eat shit( bro, And die Why's it nice to be white Even when you're wrong, you're right All you gotta do is lie, Open up your big blue eyes real wide and Decide what you want, Put us under your foot, And make us pay for it Thanks Karen Caucasians are terrorists I think it's McGuennes or however you spell it, cause half the names are like plays on Okay, I lie: You made a world where I have to Okay, I steal You took everything that I'm after already Or your ancestors did Call the luxury apartment reparations But ain't got no privacy, and hells angels and the kkk Ride motorcycles every time I get my eye on the prize So what's the price for being indegenous, black, and a genius White supremacy finds sneakier ways to kill you ESHA MCGUENNES (I thought figure out how to spell that. My left side's off I guess I got Stuck in the love of the art I was writing that part When the life of my love Fell over me A lover huh I'm so confused. I'm sorry bro, But if you're morbidly obese, But your feet are like a size 6– You are not BIG BONED. My doctor said I have a small frame, my feet are size 9, I went from a 10 to an 8.5 after losing 200 hundred pounds, I'm like “goddamn! Even my feet were fat! Fuck” But if you're fat like I was and your feet are size 6, your feet might be like a si3 4! You're a fat fucking pixie that fucked around and can't do little pixie shit now, cause you like pixie sticks Too much I'm just the rat in the dumpster I made this whole world up I swallowed the doctor I hearted the surgeon I locked up the dog catcher; I cauldron'd the Mormons I called it a sermon, but He called them all — Wait, who is Herman?! I don't know! Some black guy on that show I'm writing! what. I don't know. You're writing a show?! I'm on it! Ugh, I don't know. No fair, You really know how to make me cry When you give me those ocean eyes Those ocean eyes Good looking people In good looking places Doing good things; I just want to be Good today Good looking people Good looking people Bye, bye little bird, Think of the dreams we made Think of the drummer boy, Your lover boy, Then, the other boy There we go again, With the drums we played And the love we made It just won't make it Oh I Just Can't take it Can I come back yet? SHUT UP, GAYBRAHAM LINCOLN. I'm having breakfast at 10 am Thinking damn this depression is just setting in There's a chest on my elephant Chester drawer with hand carved elements Elephant ok my chest, Clisets with hangers and button ups I haven't won't yet What FOR WHAT FOR. MY EYES. For the sake of the art, I heart ya. For perhaps if I love, That's how I lost ya. So I keep all my love close, The brothers have found the fountain How many dollars do tootsie pops cost For one Jimmy Fallon? return to the blacklist. Great. Now I'm Jimmy Fallon. Well what's fucked up! What happened! FUCK! I hate being Jimmy Fallon! Whose dick swings to the right like that. Ow. FUCK. Fuck this guy. GODDAMMIT. -_- Let me in. Or I could just leave you out. No, don't do that. WHY. Ahh. Shhhhhh!!! What if someone sees me. Hmm, let's see. [rings neighbors dooorvelk, shuts door] No! The neighbor opens the door; now gifted with the ability to see demons, after merging with Fast forward Oh no, when did that thing come into play (When this happened) Liz lemon lives on the ground floor It don't matter cause she ain't never home l She's at the rock That's all the way up Good talk, Donaguey, Good, Good Talk Good people Good show Good good times It's good to be long gone from home Go to work at the plaza That ones Conan. Oh, Why?! Why not, though. OH, you mean— Katt. What up Snoop . Ahh, Look what the pimp limped in. You think you're clever. You think you're at least 5 foot—but you're 4 foot 9 I'm STILL WINNING CHARLIE SHEEN relapses on the dance floor Oh shit. Relapses to which habit? All of them! 10-4 CALL RUSSEL BRAND. Csnt. Why not. He's blacked out. What? Another relapse?! No, he just— passed out KABLAM. “The Cockney Thug” He's just like that now. God What is it. Can I have ham in my spam samwhiches. —you want ham in your spam sandwhich. Yes. Roasted cantaloupe with Put your notebook On my throat-Scrotum I like your poems So I wrote you this one Oh. That's. Welcome—to the' creepy shit fans have done for u's backlogs. “Backlogs” Well, I have millions of fans, It would take me years to look at all this. [the festival project] Woah. Woah. Ok. Yo. Have you seen this. What is it. I don't know. Hm. Look. Woah: Yeah, it's— Wow Ok. It just goes on like this— For how long— For like GOH GOH l GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUT TO: Latest — 1:04 WHAT? MEANWHILE ….IS THAT A JIMMY FALLON? LOOKS LIKE ONE. SHOOT THAT MOTHERFUCKER. ok , boss. I told you, He would play The Devil's Advocate, If need be [JIMMY FALLON is shot mercilessly in the shoulder in broad daylight.] YO. THEY SHOT ME. He'll be okay. He's Jimmy Fallon. [LIKE 90,000 Ambulances and a SWAT team roll up.] See. DEADMAU5 charges himself in a high speed chamber—a tech-driven coffin via a USB port in his neck. Lol. Ok. (PDA) Public Displays of Affliction I've never even see. A. Aston Martin Sometimes it's worth it, Getting lost in Manhattan I just saw the sign I wouldn't dare entering, anyhow Not in this outfit Not in this predicament (I just left the Whole Foods market) I got lost and god was happy Motor cars for music Force a figure ibto music Forgive Annie, Run a mile what's a california smile In New York What a garden Oh, what a garden Double back. For a second glance Oh, don't we all want second chances Now I've been an Aston Martin Motorists dot muses now u want her What a party I just saw the sign Now I've been an Aston Martin All by design Companion passing through KAWS I just bought a Ferrari I said, Where the roof is?! Where the roof is?! Blū electrico Roof finished in Nero Just a hit of magic A menacing, incredibly ambedextrous submissive One time I played God, I was hanging as the sun in Toronto In my third eye was a camera lense; My baby daddy, Lover and my best friend My husband My lover and My best friend My brother And my father Were my best friends Once upon a time I never had friends Now I remember sitting in the backseat, Has been I remember when I never had ribs I remember when I never had meat Nice to meet you I already had a coffee I remember sitting in the front seat Once upon a time I was anno one Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Once a bunch of Pennies, lady Gaga I'm a baby, haha Once upon a time, I was a no one A nobody Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon I remember penny was a virgin I remember when you were the third one, l Once upon a time I was the first one Once upon a time, I thirst my quench with Coffee Body guard! I remember going on a long run I remember once there was a Knock on my door Now I quench my thirst with smart water With a hard on Never was a smart one Just an artist I was no one Once upon a dollar Jimmy Fallon Once upon a nothing, there was no one Now I take my coffee on a long ride No fun Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Amen I wish for every dollar I ever had, back Jimmy Fallon I wish it was 11:11, every Dillon Francis I wish for sandwhiches on leavened bread at Passover I wish this whole world would Passover, With the the stories in my home And in my notebook I wish for the fame and wealth with it, Jimmy Fallon I wish I never laughed at Dillon Francis I wish Skrillex was never a demon, I take it back I want the wealth And not the fame Just the freedom, Jimmy Fallon What do you mean by that? A dad, an actor An attack, The press is back and asking questions I can't handle that I can't. I just can't with that Abandon the matrix Go back to What's his name But I can't Cause I made him up Call my mother begging to drop the charges Called my God Just asking what the pocket watch does What's an engagement ring like that coat How much to rug the cameras up Inside my home So I don't know about em That shit's priceless Like the 9 Dollar's I've got Marked up, but not to spend them at the Market Jimmy Fallon I pray for your family But not as hard as I pray For my son Or God To take this fat off So I can look like Jennifer Aniston Cause that's God to em, 22 year old Adam Sandler At a brunch A talk show with my Least favorite host of all time Jimmy Fallon But I love to laugh, huh I just got back, God My house is a mess I want meth like AshGod If Method man was drinking up the water Would there be backwash It's a horrible, windfall This awesome art project My broken heart The coughing stalkers Whatever the fuck is going on in New York I love New York But not New Yorkers It hurts to be the worst person The first person to put reverse curses On shamans from the 3rd world And I'm living in the first world, But I just learned that Underneath the surface Is the fourth world That's some dichotomy Huh That's some diabolical plot The cosmic avenger is stuck in a dimension Of white pocket tenses And white bitches who get offended With this scripture But listen I just got up And I've been privy to Never sleeping again Norman Needs you, Mrs. Hotch But I was never Mrs. Roberts With all of the hearts and crosses , stars I give up on love Where's DimlonnFrancis at That's a man without a mask, That's a mannequin m. Just got up And I still want breakfast All I got is Stuff that's leavening A hand in my pocket Just for God to show me Nobody I want wants me Jimmy Fallon has a family That's a tragedy, that But I laughed so hard in the bathtub I still haven't come back from that I feel bad for em, actually All the husbands Cause I was the wife that sucks And he hated me so much I got punched in the— Doesn't matter Stuck in the telling it over and over Nobody loves me My new password is Fuckit I'm gone galloping horses, And hornets, I'm just a furniture Probably should have aborted me, mother Just like you wanted to But I'm still in the hospital On the honor roll Cause I had them all lined up The prophets of the “Impossible, could not be my God!” That's what they all said, But they dressed me up like Some sort of messiah, So I was, then It wasn't right, no That was malpractice But now I've got Camping in Malibu Crossed off my list forever Shit It's some dichotomy Just hold onto me I'm the rock, You're the kite now, Jimmy Fallon I was just better off dead, You know Better off stuck in my head, you know. I read your messages, every one of them Every one of the drugs in my bucket I threw up from the fan club Impossible, Could not have been at that clown JIMMY FALLON - THE COSMIC AVENGER JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER is levitating in a hyper-meditative state. UH – “hehe” …I beg your pardon. “Hehe” Um… Fuck. Or “haha” “haha” … Just admit it. … Admit it already! –haha. Admit WHAT. This gets Levels. Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman! I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman. Ah, fuck, I'm nobody. “Nobody” Is that Bob Saget? I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget. Omg. Bob Saget! Fuck, that's right. EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET. No it's not! Oh My God! Yeah IT IS! Fuck, really?! Bob Saget?! BOB SAGET! YO GUYS, IT'S BOB SAGET. It was, in fact, Bob Saget. Bob Saget's dead, right? Oh yeah, bud. That's it guys! No more dead celebrities! I'm coming with you! NO MORE GHOSTS. Look, I have something to tell you. UGH. COME ON. This is a weird superpower. EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY … … … Having fun yet? Alright! I have a question! What? When do I get to– Get to what? You know. Luckily, I die long beore Jimmy Fallon, and as my time approached, I took all i could absorb from the world within, and without, almost as if any and all of my deathwish had been satiated with the gentle ease, the notion of knowing my imminent death would come long before what those surrounding me would consider my time, and therefore would not be made to lose anymore than I already had–but at least, I did have th strength in knowing, not only would i never grow so old as to see for show most of what I had done, but that I had done most of what I would have at all, and not much longer than my words would form into all that would come to be known as my full body of work, I would perish, even before–long before– those I had studied, admired, and known to love–if only through the fourth wall, at all. The invisible man, in Manhattan The sunglasses matches her madness The cloud cover looks just like Texas The suns going down And it's getting colder As the winds blows… THAT was a HARD left turn. So, what time can we listen to Excision? Sometime after intermission. How many acts is this again? ___ I told you, IN-FIN-ITE. Okay… I just wanted to know how long it would take? ___ I know someone that cold get us in _____ (Sitting on a speaker in the BassPod) What is she doing? What are you doing? Charging. __________ I think I found that girl you were looking for. Where is she? I said I found her: I didn't say you could have her. She's not a possession, I'm just trying to talk to her. You didn't mention that she was-- Be careful with your words. Oh, I think it's you that ought to be careful. You're losing your power over her and it shows. Mm. And what about your ‘power', hm? I haven't any power over her-- Oh, but you do-- Will Power at best, That would only be half of it. That would be all I had anything to do with; she was given free agency. HA. “Given”? ____ awww look at that bass face. Well, that's one reason... __ Ah what! you can change your entire frequency? No Fair, I can't do that You can, it just takes practice. What kind of practice-- ___ Oh shit, this hits different with two headphones. It all hits different with headphones. Calorie Deficit Calculator: -3423 Oh shit. Well how many calories did I eat? BEFORE: …chocolate chip cookies? NO— —CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIESzzxz— [CC/SUPACREE robotically and autonomously ditches her bicycle outside of sprouts, not giving a Fuck.] —s—noh! stop it! Stop controlling me! THEY ARE VEGAN. SO? STOP IT. Ooh, what's this. I don't know— get it. CC/SUPACREE stands awkwardly at the checkout with a varied selection of vegan baked goods. *beep* Yeaaaahh. So wait. SUPACREE is controlled by aliens? WE ARE GODS. Knock it OFF! [NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: SUPASTRENTH ] Nice. Yeah dude. Watch this. The Legend of Supacree is the #1 MMORPG in the world; it is also happening in real-time, in multiple worlds within the multiversial construct of the actual Omniverse. AGHHHHH In fact, nobody even plays GTA or call of duty anymore. YAH! [Random objects falling from the sky. ] SUPACREE Oh, nice. INSTANT MANIFESTATION. JUST POST THE FUCKING EPISODE ALRIGHT?! this bitch is fucking crazy. Watch this. Watch what? SHIA LABEOUF discovers The Legend Of Supacree franchise and becomes villainously obsessed with It, hatching a heinous and maniacal plan to hunt her down and capture her—tracking her every move and learning everything about her he can. Wtf. I don't know. Is he a villain? I don't know. I guess. I'M A SUPERVILLAIN. …He's a supervillain. I guess. Why?! I don't know. This is creeps. It is creeps. [lifts one eyebrow.] SUPACREEps. Scary monsters and supacreeps. Heh. NO, NO MUSICIANS. Heh. SHIA LABEOUF is a straight up gangster. HE'S CRAZY! [SHIA LAUGHING MANIACALLY.] Oh, wow– That dude is a straight up psychopath. You're a straight up psychopath. I'm not arguing. What is THIS part of the story? Well, son, you made it through. WOODY HARRELSON? WHAT. Woody Harrelson?! WHY? I don't know. He just fit the part. WHAT PART?! WHAT/! Nobody quite understands what's happening in ENTER THE MULTIVERSE, however, THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE has taken an incredible turning point, intersecting with the world of LEGENDS and THE SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLŪ/ THE SUITE LIFE OF SUNNI BLŪ. IT HAS? YES? WHERE? I WANNA DIE. OH! That's not SUPACREE! [CC HULK SMASHES her bike onto the rack on the bus. THE HULK, sitting just in front stares at her wide-eyed as she boards the bus over the rim of his sunglasses.] Oh, maybe, nevermind. Wait! Is it THE HULK, or MARK RUFFALO? I don't know! I don't give a shit! Why are you even writing this? Uhhhhhhhh. [CC's brain is slowly melting as she rides the bus to work. THE HULK– OR IS IT MARK FUCKING RUFFALO!? I DON”T FUCKING CARE– THERE'S A DIFFERENCE WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE IT – DOESN'T– MATTER! ‘It doesn't matter.' Chal's words echoed in my head almost too loudly–as boldly blind and sometimes even dumb as he was, he was also wise, and as it turned out, right–it really didn't matter. Nothing mattered at all. I had gone through the motions of reaching out to him, to of course as expected learn that he and whatever her name was had gone their separate ways; I understood that would be the case nearly immediately back in Mazunte, but as he was insistent he would woo her–and persistent in doing so, that I thought maybe after all love– or what really turned out to be his obstinate lust would win the day–and yet, it hadn't; he was again single and on the prowl– and although at one point I had even lusted after him briefly, trailing behind him in nonchalant platonic carelessness as he obsessively followed another woman, had allowed me to become comfortable enough in the friendzone that i could just simply exist next to him; Now, again faced with homelessness and factoring in my inability to travel much further than south of the border, especially now knowing well how to travel throughout mexico and into Guatemala, I wondered truly if my own self-worth had really been lowered to the point of allowing myself to meet Chal in Guatemala–even full well knowing that he, too, preferred perfect and illy white to my dark skin and quite seemingly matronly features, and, knowing for myself that I wasn't his first choice– as he and I had of course met in Mazunte around the same time he had met whom he considered to be ‘his Goddess'-- albeit while on a topless beach and thus hynotized by her breasts. Men were hopeless. Then, here I was, waking up every other sleep cycle in the cold sweat of a wet dream, the subject of which I typically at least tried to keep deeply hidden in my subconscious psyche as secrets, although by now it seemed there really were none, and all that I knew and that I thought were known and seen by some other than myself–though somehow still holding true to my belief that there really was none other than myself–in my own broken and twisted world, alone and punished in the depths of mediocrity and shame. Woah. Riding the bus. There's nothing lower. There's walking. To the bus. Yah. And all the sick people. And all the crackheads. And all the–what are those? Demons [demon hacks.] Ugh, fucking–ugh. SHIA LABOUFF'S obsession with SUPACREE is helga petaki-meets Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch. Oh, wait, we're back on that storyline? I mean– I don't know how to write this. Just write it. he's a villain, right? I mean, that suit. SHIA LA– FUCK. WHAT?! Worst last name EVER. Well, not ever– Wait, is he black?! –It sounds french. GOOGLE SEARCH: ‘How Jewish is Shia LaBeouf? ‘ –no, he's Cajun – That's french-black–wait— –what? Cajun AND Jewish? –Yeah– Jesus! JESUS What? (raises one eyebrow) SUPACREE strategizes a plan of attack. Attack for what? {ATTACK} YOUUUU INCEPTED ME!!! AGH! {COUNTER ATTACK} NOT ME! DISNEY! {DODGING COUNTER ATTACK} Yeah, Blame “Disney!” I JUST DID. Oh, yeah, right!! RAVEN SYMONÉ It was Disney. THEY OK'D THIS?! They bought Marvel! THEY OK'D EVERYTHING. —Even the SKRILLEX? Especially the Skrillex —Especially the Skrillex. AGHHHHHHHH—— ———-AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! SHIA LABEOUF VS SUPACREE: FIGHT!!!! Everything looks good— —everything looks good. Everything looks fine— —Everything looks fine. But wait— What? What about that guy? Oh My— —oh my… Is he gonna be alright? Is that guy —gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright? Is—that guy gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright Is that guy— Gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright?? Is that guy gonna be alright?! Is that guy gonna be alright m? Everything looks good— —everything looks fine Looks good— But what about that guy? …I don't know about that guy. Is he alright? Yo. Yooo. Stop writing songs about Skrillex. ((I literally can't.)) What?! It doesn't have to be about Skrillex! It could be about anybody! Here, they call with disco balls Stars in my eyes, but stars do fall First true love dies hard after all, No star shines bright as morning comes —(for) Sonny …I didn't write that. CUT TO: CC writes automagically between sets of heavy lifting. IMAGINARY FRIENDS, PART III DEADMAU5!!!! okay—one more—then cupcakes— Cupcakes? No cupcakes! I WANT CUPCAKES. Uh—No way! YES WAY. Mmm—no I'm sick of this diet! I'm not on a diet! I eat! You eat GRASS. I'm a vegan. This shit sucks. I told you, grass tastes bad. RICK?! (I also want cupcakes. ) Mmkay—ohh. You said that was the last one. No, more more. NO “one more” But I like this one—and it has the right amount of weights on it already—see? Jesús Christ He's not here. (Yes I am). Why the Fuxk. I also want cupcakes Okay, one more No “one more” The power of Christ compels ye! … Is that how that works? No. Maybe. (((Yes.))) AGHHH. The celebrities of Hollywood are gang stalking SUPACREE Can we— No. But I didn't even get to ask the question. The answer is no. THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD, after assembling with the Bampheramphs and Morherfuckers, have formed a supergroup tasked with bringing SUPACREE to THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE—so far, they have cunningly out-bested and outwitted THE US GOVERNMENT, including but not limited to THE FEDS, THE CIA, THE FBI and THE SECRET SERVICE. REALLY? I GUESS. HOW?! — DRAKE snoops on SUPACREE as she writes working half heartedly at THE NECK MACHINE with peaking curiosity, peaking over the time of his sunglasses. Whats it called. “Nautilus 4 way neck “ BPM: you're a jerk Do the Drake Do the Drake Do the Drake Work that neck Work that— Neck, Becky Work that neck, Work that neck Do the— “new note: Purchase ‘Honestly, nevermind' I had worked an entre month at LVAC before the circus went underway; Not a single drop of Skrillex had ever been played over the loudspeakers at any moment, for any of the time I had been employed there, nor had it burdened me any of the other time I had spent bettering myself within what I once cherished as sacred walls–now the illusion shattered, as nowhere I could seem to run – even the rural coastal jungle of Mexico-was far enough to escape the clammerings of something I quite honestly very much still loved, but wouldn't allow myself to enjoy— Or maybe, now, couldn't. BANGARANG. ‘Fuck this shit.' I wanted to move, but didn't—I wanted to leave, and probably should have, but wouldn't. I just sat there through it as my coworker, standing at about 5'4 ½ in a pair of tight black skinny jeans sang along and bounced rhymically. What the fuck. Then, as it had just been earlier that I was thinking of Sonny himself, and how, be it that any of my premonitions were actually accurate and true as I had once thought them to be, there would perhaps come a day that I regretted not listening to his works, just as one regrets not spending time with a loved one before their passing not giving enough attention to the little things, the tiny details, the time they had missed, but never missed without missing their loved one until it was too late. Then again, for me, any time in the then- present was too late, as I had only been followed, taunted, and ridiculed, openly humiliated and embarrassed, and never really paid directly for anything I had done, whether it did have to do with Skrillex or otherwise –and so I had made it more than a point to distance myself from it, anything having to do with it, or him, or anything really, music related—of course besides relying heavily on deadmau5 just for my own existence–that is, willingness wake up, move about the world and its endless, pointless constructs, and even so, completing a worthwhile workout with enough satisfaction that I could allow myself to leave the building–and now, with my commute taking up a grand total of 4 hours of my entire day—I didn't have the time or the energy to stay late into the days and even afternoons as I had before, or to arrive early as I had in the days and weeks before; Now this job was amounting to nothing at all, and I was surely less than breaking even. Whats the worry? You've got 20 minutes to write a story! Don't be sorry Mind your orders. You're a war chief Marry me, Oh pretty please— I plead to you, just sing for me Just think of me as a Never ending fantasy, At the very least When you bury me —and you buried me alive, Just for the look of things What makes us even Slitting wrists Or splitting things unevenly (Either thing benefits me, And my penis, I think.) Make me famous— She said Hate me or debate me, I have everything I need And I have everything you have, But I can leave, All with my dreams intact I do believe You think I'm evil Either way, unnecessary Why would I sit down and write a story— When you just did it for me? Why would I pledge allegiance to old glory She's ignoring me; Why would I change my name to satisfy your needs When mine sit idly by waiting Why would I dream of you, When you dream of me I have all I need, You have all of me in the other room While you watch cartoons with your lady I hate anime and now I hate you too, But I'm so stupid, Nothing soothes my moods, Except playing your tunes, Or music Whoop De Fucking do Would you Marry Me? He said (He never did, he just let her—) She said, I do And now they're doomed I built a tomb for two The bride and groom In music Two by two And used by Tuesday Music I presume To the beautiful Music I presume For the usual Music I presume For those who —- SHIA LABEOUF JUST DO IT. That is not how the end of the song goes. No, but this is how the end of the episode goes. Really!? How? [CC stares lifelessly forward out of the front window of the double decker bus; a man dressed in all blue catches her attention—another telepathic shapeshifter.] You brought…an umbrella? I told you there was a shit storm coming. Oh, nooh. Where's yours? I— don't care? That's right you don't. I don't. That's good you don't. I really don't. You don't give a Fuck, or a shit. I—don't give a fuck or a sh—wait— DILLON FRANCIS? I'm good at what I do. What do you DO? THIS. “A Silent Partner” Oh. I like that. That has all kinds of insinuations. Doesn't it? Hermph. You're a creep. A Supacreep. PAUSE ITS MISTER MAGOOoOOOOOOOooO0oO. No, it's the IRS. Fuck. HOLY SHIT SUNNI. WHAT. HOW DO YOU OWE 100,000 IN BACK TAXES?! Student loan debt. WHAT. THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. Yes it does. HOW. Calm down Marci —MY ÑAME IS— [Sunnī Blū subdues her instantly with one if Supacree's mysterious rave weapons] Sit down, please. …what is that? You like it? Yeah. [she gives her another dose of strange vapor, she relaxes even further.] See. Yeah. Now that you're happy— —am i “happy” ? [she gives her another relaxing dose] —are you Happy? Yeah. Ok. So. I never filed my taxes because I had so muc

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Gerald’s World.
[A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Menorah]

Gerald’s World.

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 5, 2024 55:38


“The Legend of Supacree” L E G E N D S “Tales of A Superstar DJ” My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is myhel Now i do't wanna live no more My body is my hell My body is my hell My body is my hell Now I don't wanna love no more i don't wanna live no more I don't wanna love no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna love no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna– Boy gets the girl– but in the end, i'm not either, I Still have to wonder why The nanny How I met yurr' Mother I'm neve gonna get all that God magic I need if I don't stop working. This isn't “work” Oh, yes it is. Deadmau5, a canadian DJ also known as Joel Zimmerman, hosts an anti-superbowl Star Wars Party, which turns unexpect— Look at me, feeling me, feeling you Now look at you, feeling you feeling me Feeling you feeling me Feeling me feeling you Feeling me feeling you Feeling you feeling Feeling you feeling –sorry. —Unexpectedly into the “superbowl party of the century”, when hundreds (eventually thousands) of “invitees” I've never been a man before, (that I know of) But ive got my hand over your heart , And it sure seems hard It sure seems hard -AHEM. Sorry. Receive an invitation via [SUPER JEW RABBI] AHEM What?! –Email, which was actually AHEM. WHAT! Oh My GoD! [Looks at clock] Oh. sorry Rabbi. When did you get to be such a Jew FLASHBACK Age: 12 Mom. I want a dreidel. …What's a dreidel? –And A Menorah! CUT BACK TO But honestly more recently, it was– [Stops traffic in Midtown Manhattan Rushour to pick up a penny.] [Jewish woman] Woooow. [JEWLUMINATTI] You see! I told you! Oh my God, why are the Jews in this series so stereotypically jewish? Because Jews are stereotypically Jewish. FLASHBACK: But what am I really saving here. Gevault! CUT BACK TO: YOU'RE A PEANUT BUTTER JELLy SaNDWHICH WITH NO PEANUT BUTTER AND NO JELLY. So just bread? –yes. But–[Anime sword swish] I don't eat bread. [Anymore] [FIGHT] Dang what DJ battle is THIS. The One You've Been Waiting For Mad men avatar the last air bender Grounded for life So how long's this whole thing supposed to take. –as long as it takes. What kind of answer is that. It's an answer. Don't be so sure of yourself. I am sure of myself; Just because it's not the answer you wanted doesnt make it any less of an answer. Now, sit down Watch out, and watch this: Too many apps on my phone I'm better off alone I'd better kill myself Nobody will ever love me Nobody will ever love me Watch out, watch this: My iPhone is trying to kill me, For real? See; It's natural selection I'm trying to unselect me Caviar, a delicacy How delishish The devil in me says to keep digging my grave I was once at a rave, And he gave me a halo A lion, I'm brave— I once said Spin it, Spin back the record again If it's all in my head Then I'm better off dead I'm better off dead Watch this! @Dillon Francis I'm stuck in a trance— Hanzel was lighting the candle And summoned me, Out of a dead sleep, With no pants on— It was a tech house set But I'm on acid Spinning an axis And stuck in a state of trance —i thought it was armin van buren at one point I have to give up at some point, writing, right? Now this is just point in history Point me away from the misery Mystery flavor is like Fruit punch, Or raspberry— Something like that, If you ask me; But white as the rabbit I pulled out the hat In the back seat I'm hatching a plan to go mad, But I need the recepits from Pasqualle for my taxes What the Fuck does that mean? I don't know; I'll read this In a year, When I unbury it Maybe I married my best friend, Deserved to get hit So I'm just going back to him Scratch that, he's mad at me I have no family Reckless abandonment God I'm attracted to everything Except for that See? She's racist. No, it's my ovaries! The lighter you are, the less the adversity I see you eyes turned to grey; Don't abandon me Yes, I wear contacts I'm faking attractive I laughed at him, had to He actually had magic @Dillon Francis How many hats to you have? Thanks to Hanzel, I'm back on this planet Why light a candle, when you know I haven't an answer; What did you ask? No, i haven't had breakfast yet — Thanks for reminding me I'm in a casket Goddamnit @Dillon Francis What are you? I'm an adversary GOOGLE: adversary ..??? ad·ver·sar·y /ˈadvərˌserē/ noun one's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute. Hmm. Oh. Opponent to what?! Could be anything, really. I don't like him… 2 for $ MIX AND MATCH INCLUDES BIG KING REALLY. Which one's the Big King? The little one, I think. He's not little In fact: LOOK AT EM. Dawh. Look at Skrillex. Dawg. Look at Skrillex. He bossed up. He was already boss. Well. He Sauced up, then. What kind of sauce is that?! I don't know, but looks like Dillon Francis is eating it. DILLON FRANCIS IS EATING IT pause. How am I still writing this show. She doesn't eat? She hasn't eaten. She doesn't eat. I haven't ate yet! BET. BET. OK—Bet. Nice. Sick. What are we betting. … … … WAIT. ,,, josh pan? … … Did you unpause? Unpause what? Uh. The game. This is the game. No, the game. This is the game! What are you talking about?!! Now I'm famous> This is The Game. sup. This is Sunni Blū Sup. It is?! Yea it is. Wait, it is?! I thought you were the kidd?? I am the kidd. Then, why is The Game meeting Sunnï Blu? For a collab. Duh. Wait. Pause. QUIT PRESSING PAUSE. Wait. Go back. I didn't get that last part. WE WATCHED IT A HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY. Screw you. We're watching it again. Ugh! I hate this! Dude. I hate watching this with you. It takes 3 hours to watch an episode! You guys are talking over all the good parts! It's all the good parts! This shit's exciting. I'm defaulting. What? This isn't—this isn't fair. I'm not doing this. What?! It isn't safe anymore. It was never “safe” SAFE! Oh nice. Baseball. It is baseball. Who's playing? All the DJs. What. For what?! It's the DJ GAMES. THE DJ GAMESsssssssss ITS THE DJ GAMES! OH FUCK YEAH. I fuck this. I quit. what. You can't quit. I can quit. I just did. You can't quit the DJ games. I just did. But you can't. I just did. Hey. Hey, what's up. I'm gonna be late. What's going on? My bus driver's drunk. Are you sure? CITY BUS DRIFTING IN SLOW MOTION /Hans Zimmer Music Yes. Welhp. What. That's it. I'm just gonna have to kill myself. Why, what happened? I'm pretty sure that's the only way to beat this level. What, really? Nah. I'm pretty sure Let me see. *SUPACREE jumps into oncoming traffic* YOU DIED. Aww. I died. WHAT THE FUCK. Well, you said. GAME OVER [fade to black] I HAD NO LIVES LEFT. WELL, YOU SAID! THATS'S NOT THE WAY TO— [fade to white] NEW LEVEL UNLOCKED: GOD MODE OOOHHHHHHHH. WHAT?! LVL i - DREAMSTATE What is this. SUPACREE. I— what? Hello? Follow me. Who is this? I know you. Oh. The above and beyond part. That's funny. I was just— So wait. If the end of this episode, is the end of that movie, then… I guess whatever's happening about now is whatever happened before that part. What part? I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. Ah wait. So Skrillex is a planet? Skrillex is a lot of things SKRILLEX is a planet . That explains it. No it doesn't. I mean, it might. No it doesn't! I mean, it kindof does, if you think about it. BleepBleepBloop bleeepbleepbloopBloop bleepBleepBleeppBoopBoop bloopbloopBloopBloop. bleepBleep. bloop. Bleep? … This is a disaster! Don't look at ME. I'm not looking at anything! I can't stand it. __ This is the best thing on TV. Damn right it is. What channel is it, anyway? On Channel 43. What! I thought it was on Insomniac TV. They keep fucking with me. The Lord giveth, and taketh away— I thought you were Jewish. I want a sandwich. You're so useless. __ Who's this bitch? I won her in a bet. No you didn't. Royal Flush, bitch. What'd you get? It's a secret. __ My Lord. (Petrutheio Humphs) You look awful. I've been—working. Working on what, your majesty. Just—working, is all. Very well, then. Theodore— My leige? MEANWHILE, IN SEASON 4 [ When the 4th Wall Actually Broke] GO! I found this gym because of Dillon Francis— I found Dillon Francis because of my evil ex husband; I think the lesson here, or at least one of hundreds— Is to trust no one, And love unconditionally, No matter what. — 02-12-2022 Well, there's a conundrum. KEY/BPM: Slip, deadmau5 Conundrum. LEGENDS: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE Fuck. What was it? It was a p— Well it was a *PR Lol. *PT cruiser Yeah, but it was— It was purple. It was a purple PT. Cruiser It was—but what else was it? Ugh. I forgot. Yeah, I bet. GOOGLE SEARCH shades of purple. Ooooh. PERIWINKLE. You fucking dumb ass. I mean, Jesus. How long has it been? At least a lifetime. No, past that. It was a perfect periwinkle PT cruiser. So, start there. ‘Start there' what? Everything since then, till now— For what? Enter The Multiverse. That show is still on?! YES. What day is it? Fuxk. What time is it? What—the fuck. What?! CUPCAKES AND A MUFFIN?! I don't care how fat I am. You're not fat. QUASIMOTO Can I just say, your ass is like —woah. CC/SUPACREE Oh, thank you. QUASIMOTO I mean like—DAAAAAAMN. CC/ SUPACREE OK. QUASIMOTO i mean like—what the FAAACK. CC/SUPACREE Yeah. thanks, bro. [an awkward silence] QUASIMOTO …Good job, though. [light fist bump] EARLIER: MORE CUPCAKES. NAH. OHH, OREOS?! Oreos are the G.O.A.T. I WANTED CUPCAKES. SHUT THE FUCK UP— Before that, at the gym: —do the butt machine again. Again?! Get the glutes. But I'm tired— GET THE GLUUUUUUUUTES. SONNY/SKRILLEX Where am I? Ū Hell. ANGEL 1 In bed. ANGEL 2 In mexico. CUT TO: SUPACREE finally gets to Heaven, looking for SKRILLEX. SUPACREE So, where is he? JESUS Somewhere else. ANGEL 1 At home. ANGEL 2 In mexico. JESUS Who knows? CHAK CHEL Someone must... DILLON FRANCIS I'm someone. JESUS But I don't. ME I don't know anything. MYSELF I don't need to. I I just wanna go home. SUPACREE Can I come home now? JESUSYou always could. SUPACREE But really, I mean-- CHAK CHEL Really's all it really takes. ANGEL 1 You have to know, ANGEL 2 You have to mean it; Don't look both ways before you cross, if you honestly want off the cross Christ, for your sake Honestly It's probably wise to admit that you've tried For the third time; Mankind's just not worth it. Mankind, maybe; But humanity's my baby And this earth is definitely worth something I love it-- Her. And the rest of the planets, but Look how she spins, It's magnificent, Look at the way the ocean's Make this mist; And the wind-- If i sing loudly enough I might Vibrate the trees, How they love dancing and laughing for me; And I just can't help but to laugh at her inhabitants; They dance oh-so rhythmically They're very creative-- and grateful, they always give thanks to me It's no need, but the Earth, she keeps feeding them She makes these beautiful things, So sweet; Mangoes, I think. Greed; The Parable of the Mango Tree Mango VIP. In the pre-existence, a young God prepares for her journey through the Land of The Living; Her older brothers taunt and tease, as she shuffles through notes and index cards, studying her predetermined fate on Earth. I That's easy. The cover art's just got a Mango On it, White Backdrop; It looks super juicy; with a green leaf, I think. E Who made it? I Uhhhhh. ^> Uhhhhh... O You forgot! I No! I know, I know. It was.... A Who? U She forgot again. I I did NOT. E Did too. Who made it? I It was...it was...Herobust! Y Herobust? I Wasn't it? E Wrong! A Loser. I I am not a Loser. It was…Was it Ganja White Night? E I don't know, was it? A Was it? I I don't know! Just tell me. E I can't. I Yes you can! E I can't. Your rules-- I Exactly, it's my rules! Just gimmie the answer! E I think you're going to have to GOOGLE it. I Ugh, no way. E So is Liquid Stranger your final answer? Y Liquid Stranger?! I I never said Liquid Stranger. A Idiot. O Now she's never gonna get it. U What did you say before? I It was...oh... A See dude. I Shut up, I had it-FUCK. A Damn dude, you broke her. I I'm not broken, I just forgot - E Liquid Stranger, going once-- I I never said Liquid Stranger! I know it wasn't Liquid Stranger; Why would it ever be Liquid Stranger? CUT TO: A pair of mysterious dudes Suits in Sunglasses are collecting famous DJs. SUIT Martin Stääf? LIQUID STRANGER ...Yes... SUIT. Come with me. ___ CUT TO: Two fans are watching interdimensional cable. SUPACREE It's a practical-- FAN 1 WHAT HAPPENED? FAN 2 IT JUST CUT-- __ Aliens in an Ascended dimension of hyper-intelligence are studying our three-dimensional existence from an unknown cosmic world. BRAMF Remember that planet I showed you--the-- ARLA Yeah, with the Axis? BRAMF Yeah. ARLA Yeah? BRAMF Something happened to it, ARLA Like what? BRAMF It's flat now. ARLA WHAT? BOTH Woah. >^ Sometimes, even i'm surprised by the things I've written. ME I didn't see that one coming! MYSELF Neither did I: I was gonaa say it was off it's axis. I Flat's funnier. ME Yeah, and probably not as tragic. MYSELF I mean...that would be pretty tragic. I Probably easier to manage. ME Perhaps…But I mean, if you have a whole planet, and then it just collapses-- MYSELF It's just flattened; nobody said it collapses. MEANWHILE The planet collapses. __________ CUT TO: SUPACREE is now a full-blown superpowered vigilante; She seeks revenge for GETTER sending her through the interdimensions at AUDIOTISTIC. SUPACREE Getter, we meet again. GETTER I've never met you before; what are you doing in my dressing room? SUPACREE Why does a DJ have a dressing room? GETTER I don't know; get out. [She swiftly leaves; as she exits, THE SUITS approach the dressing room door.] SUIT 1 Tanner Petulla? GETTER Yeah? SUIT 2 Come with us. GETTER Fuck that! [He doesn't have a choice.] Oh shit, the next scene is already written, I remember this. Oh, okay! I get it! Yeah. She's still at-- She's still on the-- ____ JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY. For what? You're suck in this until it's done. What's done? It'll never be over, it's just infinite. ENTER THE MULTIVERSE ^ UNTITLED DOCUMENT >< >< >< ANGEL 1 YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO SKRILLEX ON YOUTUBE? ANGEL 2 DON'T. JESUS I mean... ANGEL 1 DON'T you dare. SUPACREE I might as well, by the time I finish downloading it I probably won't even be able to listen to it. ANGEL 2 You shouldn't. SUPACREE I shouldn't, but I know i have to. ANGEL 1 In PUBLIC? JESUS Could go Incognito... ANGEL 2 INCOGNITO; The “oh please don't look at this:” easy algorithm engine for “LOOK AT ME, I'M HIDING SOMETHING.” MEANWHILE...IN DEEP MEDITATION…(IE OMNIPOTENCE) SUPACREE So... if a song is... nothing but question and answer, what's a song which references another in an attempt to address the question which was asked? ME A conversation between one song and another? MYSELF I guess, yes; I Well, that would be a symphony, I would suppose. SUPACREE It would, wouldn't it. ME That is, if the songs were in sync. MYSELF They could be made to be. I Every song is made to be in sync; ME I mean, two songs, made to be in sync with each other. _______ SUPACREE is on the floor at a rave. BASSGOD WAKE UP. SUPACREE This isn't funny anymore. ANGEL It was never funny. You have to get up. SUPACREE I'm up. BASSGOD You're NOT UP. ANGEL Come on, you have to do this. SUPACREE I'm doin it. GOD NO. ANGEL It's no use. She's so, so under there. It would take all of us to try to pull her out--that is without... [The darkening sky crumbles, as the thunderous storm rages, the battle between worlds expands throughout the outer galaxies.] ____ You're not skinny enough You're not pretty enough You're too dark, And you don't work quickly enough Much younger girls are putting in such Efforts, just to be, the perfect little beauty queen You wish you were, But couldn't be and kids these days are Everything that means anything Sometimes I Don't Wanna Be Happy… It was bad, But better than I'll ever be A basic remix, For the basic bitch that sings it And, I'm basically a Dillon Francis fiend, Have you seen this? Now it's getting serious, I seriously doubt there's anything I can do about it It's in God's hands and, I live in Satan's house How did he do this? How did this happen? The sad result of the damage, Cause i'm pretty sure The very last time my ex ever hit me Something got stuck on repeat; It's just eating me up. ___ [Untitled Document] What did we call that place, between “The Blackout” and waking up. Hazy. I thought it was something more clever. Maybe, but i'll never find it if i'm just scrolling through these documents. Write ”Untitled Document” That's all I've got, I guess. _____ [A DJ] Can be played by literally any DJ. A wild, wild party has happened. A DJ wakes up, previously having been sprawled out across the floor. A DJ Whose house is this…? Ugh. [Looks in mirror.] A DJ ughhh. [S/he gets up and stumbles groggily, stepping over bodies hunched and perched, slung about sleeping. Peacefully. The sun is bright, a curse to the eyes of the clearly hungover, and likely still quite inebriated DJ. ] CONCURRENTLY: >>> SUPACREE awakens from a ‘stupor' herself, displeased. She looks in the mirror, at first disgruntled, then “picks up her face” adjusts her perception, and decides, SUPACREE (“I'm good.”) Yep. [And she keeps it steppin, still asking aloud, as she ponders to herself;] SUPACREE Whose house is this? [And makes her way into the kitchen, where she (probably in a montage) cleans around the many bodies of hot people and rave babies still smudged and dripping in everything glittery; she appears to have ‘frozen time', as she vacuums faces and erases permanent marker penises drawn onto the foreheads and other exposed body parts of those who have fallen asleep with no shoes on. She cooks breakfast and straightens the entirety of what is now more recognizable as someone's home, though the owner still remains unknown. She sips coffee and reads the newspaper, as she steps behind the freshly detailed decks; and prepares a set through the headphones shes hung happily around her neck.] PAUSE ME See! THIS IS RIDICULOUS. MYSELF It is. Ridiculous. You can't vacuum someone's face! I Not that part-- MYSELF --Especially white people! ME You never said they were all white people. I I mean, predominantly; it said hot people and rave babies. MYSELF That's racist! ME It isn't. This whole scene would be entirely different, if it had nothing but black people in it. ALTERNATELY: She wakes up in the same house, but it's clean. SUPACREE ...Whose house is this? BEYONCE It's my house. SUPACREE It's... nice. BEYONCE Yes it is. ______ DILLON FRANCIS has the master plan. SUPACREE Ugh, he knows everything. GOD Not everything, dear, believe me. SUPACREE Everything that matters. GOD There's no such thing as everything that doesn't matter. SUPACREE ...What?! __ Don't look in there! You won't find anything in there. I hate these things. ____ It doesn't work if you don't practice. How do I practice without decks? You don't. How do I Dj without practicing? You don't. So DJing is just for rich people? I mean, primarily, or just...anyone with money, if you have it. Fuck this, I quit. You can't quit. If you quit we forfeit the game. No... You idiot. What game? I thought she knew about the game. What. game. Well, it's not just a game, it's a language. WHAT GAME. She's about to be so angry, dude, just--- Just run. ___ 8 Dimensional--wait, what? Oh, she finally made it. I never thought she'd get to this part. Well, she stopped eating meat and cooks asian food-- ---yeah, but that's like 6 different places-- She's not listening to Skrillex. --She's not skipping it-- --yeah, but she isn't listening to it actively.-- Josh Pan. Yeah. I am. Why. I thought we were past “why” We were, we were WAY past “why” It wasn't really a question, guys, don't worry about it. “Don't worry about it” Tsh. Tsh. ___ It's just an expression. “expression” yes. I get it-- ___ He named it “Kliptown Empyrean” What. What's “Empyrean”? I'd love to know, but I don't. Don't google it. I won't, I just. __ GO KARTS. With A K. __ Where's Kliptown? South of Capetown? South? South Afri-- Stop. HE”S AFRICAN? Stop. What's more offensive; Being called an African, or an Alien? ___ One off...hmmm… Always one off. ___ Get out of my house! This is your house? Thank God, I was starting to worry the owner like wandered off and got lost; or, you know (makes slitting throat) I... no, this is my--wait. Who are you? Me? I'm S U P A C R E E “S U P A C R E E”? [having been yet unrecognized, shes is used to having to spell it] Yeah; ___ Key of Cringe: I'm in a box with all my thoughts, And I am not on top of the world Or taking shots, I'm just rocking back and forth Like broken record, Repeating sequences, a robot A beat box of kittens Nobody wants I'm lost (if rock and roll will take me I wonder how much it costs) ____ What did this kid do? Nobody knows _Oh, shit, it's the Jews again. I love the Jews. We know. I keep telling you, you're jewish I'm not jewish my mom's… That's not your mom. Of course that's my mom. It's not, I already told you what planet you're on? __ Now, tell us why we wear our masks! Oh, there are lots of reasons for that. Tell us about the Sauce! All the sauce? Yeah!!! That would be a long story. __ Oh, the Google kids are cute, too. I especially love that little chunky one. He is cute, he's probably my favorite, actually ____ PIERCE? Who the fuck is PIERCE? Google it. I like this, this is- It's different, isn't it? Yeah, and then it __ Sunni—are you Jewish? I...identify as “Jewish” You can't just identify as Jewish. Well, I do. No, you can't just “identify” as Jewish; your mother has to be Jewish. Okay; my mother is Jewish. Sunni—you don't talk much about your family; who's your mother? Who's your mother?! Oh! Okay, we're done. See you next time, bye! What are you doing? What? “Identify as Jewish”?! WHAT?! I do! No I don't! You don't know me! Maybe not! But I know TMZ. I'm not on TMZ Sunni Blu is on TMZ What did I do?! YOu know what you did. ∆ Well, alright then. ∆ Must be something. ∆ I got it. . Don't look at me;; I'm a catastrophe, I'm just waking up now Don't look at me, I got so high i think I might not come down It's not a bad thing But I'm a bad guy, i promise It's not a bad thing, Don't look in my eyes; Especially if I like you Especially if you have other plans tonight, Or this morning That's right Time flies when you're (dynomite) Time flies when your mind right I didn't mean to stay here It's been nearly half a year, you know It's nearly half a year It's nearly half a y AHEM ALRIGHT. JESUS CHRIST. No, not that! [sighs heavily, frustrated] Enjoy Your Day. FARRO nobly sacrifices his own life during The Lovers Quarrel, as PETRUTHEIO attempts a final and fatall blow unwittingly against ‘CESMET' A saturn of satirical Return of reverb Expanding explosions of Outward and unearthly Worlds within words Or words within Worlds on the Curve of the Unwritten overtures of -Mother wow . I guess. Do you want a cup of coffee? I want you to shut the fuck up. What if Jimmy Fallon had a diary as a kid. And I found it when i shapeshifted into his body. Yeah, what if. What if this is it? [SUPER HUGE GASP] Oh, AHEM- No, i Gotta write this. AHH– Oh, the things i would do to you Oh, woah, The things you would do to me Oh, no, no, woah The things i would do AHHH– Don't be mad I'm a writer I'm like this Hi kids wanna see how sharp my knife is yikes Sigh, bitch, ive been sitting in silece With the lights off cause i like it Ilike it a lot, but uhm Ahem, The rabbi's mad cause that i'd write this And it's shabbat This is why i don't listen to deadmau5 anymore. What are you talking about *listenining to* GODDAMIT. what The invisible man, in Manhattan The sunglasses matches her madness The cloud cover looks just like Texas The suns going down And it's getting colder As the winds blows… 03. JIMMY FALLON All ya'll are all worth bout a dollar; I am a cyclone, watch me holler I lived my whole life underwater I got a dollar; Jimmy Fallon All ya'll are only bout a dollar I work so hard, I guess for nothin I am not worried bout a dollar I got a dollar; Jimmy Fallon I guess I'll do it on my own I had to do it all alone I made some soup, all out of stones I am the only one I know I am not worried bout the sauce I am so famous, got a stalker I am so famous Can't go no where I got a dollar, Jimmy Fallon I'm at the office, Not my home No collab I work alone Opened a business, got a loan I got a hundred of them passwords I went frontwards —1I went backwards Went to Manhattan, took a walk Went to the rock and dropped a rock Now put your money where your mouth is I got a thousand Jimmy Fallons (What's that) (I'm the host) What's that, what's that I work alone What's that what's that I dropped a rock into the rock What's that what's that I'm the host, I'm Jimmy {enter the multiverse/ as seen on tv} Story/ music video Moderately famous household television Jimmy Fallon suddenly begins appearing everywhere—that is—on every possible TV screen imaginable— The Protagonist, in confusion, can't seem to escape, and also amusingly begins finding Pennies in very strange and seemingly random places—these Pennies then begin opening up portals, breaking the fourth wall and opening worlds to other dimensions— Have you seen this? Uhh, hmwhat is it? Mits m “Two dumb Jews, starring Seth Rogen, and some other dude— Who's the other dude— some Jew,but it's got Adam Sandler in it. Oh, so three dumb Jews. So, no, then? I'd watch the shit out of that, though, tvh. Why's the synopsis? Uhh. Two Jewish musicians struggling to make it in new York's congested underground music scene hit it off in comedy by complete accident, after being booked as a duo for a comedy club they mistook for a bar. Heh. Okay, who does Adam Sandler play? “The Bookkeeper” What. Who the fuck is “the book keeper?” We'll see, I guess. “Two Broke hoes@ It's like two broke girls, but actually funny. What, be nice . Okay. Two Broke Ghosts That's better— — And marketable. Are you pale, or just— No, I'm dead. I'm dead. X.X Be NICE. Now our musical guests, SWAGGARBOMB. What in the fuck kind of music is that It's called “Dorkstep” [the doorbell rings] Great, who the fuck is I got a train car of your body count I got way far out to far rock away, way out Stop to talk to me, or don't, Kill your culture You need some? I got u— Probiotics, yo The truth hurts Your shit stinks Must be a mirror over herer Cause that's me I m your hero. Esha I think McGuiennes? Or McGrefor, after Ewab, maybe New York wants me to kill myself Maybe eventually New York if full of the devil The devil is money And everyone wants it The root of all evil, Is getting even The root of all evil Is people Beside myself, But besides that The ones hurting me, are soon to be where I am That's just karma The gangstalkers are soon to be stalked Coughed, and shot at The neighbors are soon to be eaten by their own demons When I don't clean them The root of all evil is evil, And that's all I see here White power wants me to kill my self The Caucasians get crazy when the race war is waging The elections are coming up And they see us coming up on conciousness They don't want us Just being honest They're hateful, They washed all the love out Thanks Karen But she don't care White firms just wanna have fun And they get to Meanwhile, me and I Eat shit( bro, And die Why's it nice to be white Even when you're wrong, you're right All you gotta do is lie, Open up your big blue eyes real wide and Decide what you want, Put us under your foot, And make us pay for it Thanks Karen Caucasians are terrorists I think it's McGuennes or however you spell it, cause half the names are like plays on Okay, I lie: You made a world where I have to Okay, I steal You took everything that I'm after already Or your ancestors did Call the luxury apartment reparations But ain't got no privacy, and hells angels and the kkk Ride motorcycles every time I get my eye on the prize So what's the price for being indegenous, black, and a genius White supremacy finds sneakier ways to kill you ESHA MCGUENNES (I thought figure out how to spell that. My left side's off I guess I got Stuck in the love of the art I was writing that part When the life of my love Fell over me A lover huh I'm so confused. I'm sorry bro, But if you're morbidly obese, But your feet are like a size 6– You are not BIG BONED. My doctor said I have a small frame, my feet are size 9, I went from a 10 to an 8.5 after losing 200 hundred pounds, I'm like “goddamn! Even my feet were fat! Fuck” But if you're fat like I was and your feet are size 6, your feet might be like a si3 4! You're a fat fucking pixie that fucked around and can't do little pixie shit now, cause you like pixie sticks Too much I'm just the rat in the dumpster I made this whole world up I swallowed the doctor I hearted the surgeon I locked up the dog catcher; I cauldron'd the Mormons I called it a sermon, but He called them all — Wait, who is Herman?! I don't know! Some black guy on that show I'm writing! what. I don't know. You're writing a show?! I'm on it! Ugh, I don't know. No fair, You really know how to make me cry When you give me those ocean eyes Those ocean eyes Good looking people In good looking places Doing good things; I just want to be Good today Good looking people Good looking people Bye, bye little bird, Think of the dreams we made Think of the drummer boy, Your lover boy, Then, the other boy There we go again, With the drums we played And the love we made It just won't make it Oh I Just Can't take it Can I come back yet? SHUT UP, GAYBRAHAM LINCOLN. I'm having breakfast at 10 am Thinking damn this depression is just setting in There's a chest on my elephant Chester drawer with hand carved elements Elephant ok my chest, Clisets with hangers and button ups I haven't won't yet What FOR WHAT FOR. MY EYES. For the sake of the art, I heart ya. For perhaps if I love, That's how I lost ya. So I keep all my love close, The brothers have found the fountain How many dollars do tootsie pops cost For one Jimmy Fallon? return to the blacklist. Great. Now I'm Jimmy Fallon. Well what's fucked up! What happened! FUCK! I hate being Jimmy Fallon! Whose dick swings to the right like that. Ow. FUCK. Fuck this guy. GODDAMMIT. -_- Let me in. Or I could just leave you out. No, don't do that. WHY. Ahh. Shhhhhh!!! What if someone sees me. Hmm, let's see. [rings neighbors dooorvelk, shuts door] No! The neighbor opens the door; now gifted with the ability to see demons, after merging with Fast forward Oh no, when did that thing come into play (When this happened) Liz lemon lives on the ground floor It don't matter cause she ain't never home l She's at the rock That's all the way up Good talk, Donaguey, Good, Good Talk Good people Good show Good good times It's good to be long gone from home Go to work at the plaza That ones Conan. Oh, Why?! Why not, though. OH, you mean— Katt. What up Snoop . Ahh, Look what the pimp limped in. You think you're clever. You think you're at least 5 foot—but you're 4 foot 9 I'm STILL WINNING CHARLIE SHEEN relapses on the dance floor Oh shit. Relapses to which habit? All of them! 10-4 CALL RUSSEL BRAND. Csnt. Why not. He's blacked out. What? Another relapse?! No, he just— passed out KABLAM. “The Cockney Thug” He's just like that now. God What is it. Can I have ham in my spam samwhiches. —you want ham in your spam sandwhich. Yes. Roasted cantaloupe with Put your notebook On my throat-Scrotum I like your poems So I wrote you this one Oh. That's. Welcome—to the' creepy shit fans have done for u's backlogs. “Backlogs” Well, I have millions of fans, It would take me years to look at all this. [the festival project] Woah. Woah. Ok. Yo. Have you seen this. What is it. I don't know. Hm. Look. Woah: Yeah, it's— Wow Ok. It just goes on like this— For how long— For like GOH GOH l GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUT TO: Latest — 1:04 WHAT? MEANWHILE ….IS THAT A JIMMY FALLON? LOOKS LIKE ONE. SHOOT THAT MOTHERFUCKER. ok , boss. I told you, He would play The Devil's Advocate, If need be [JIMMY FALLON is shot mercilessly in the shoulder in broad daylight.] YO. THEY SHOT ME. He'll be okay. He's Jimmy Fallon. [LIKE 90,000 Ambulances and a SWAT team roll up.] See. DEADMAU5 charges himself in a high speed chamber—a tech-driven coffin via a USB port in his neck. Lol. Ok. (PDA) Public Displays of Affliction I've never even see. A. Aston Martin Sometimes it's worth it, Getting lost in Manhattan I just saw the sign I wouldn't dare entering, anyhow Not in this outfit Not in this predicament (I just left the Whole Foods market) I got lost and god was happy Motor cars for music Force a figure ibto music Forgive Annie, Run a mile what's a california smile In New York What a garden Oh, what a garden Double back. For a second glance Oh, don't we all want second chances Now I've been an Aston Martin Motorists dot muses now u want her What a party I just saw the sign Now I've been an Aston Martin All by design Companion passing through KAWS I just bought a Ferrari I said, Where the roof is?! Where the roof is?! Blū electrico Roof finished in Nero Just a hit of magic A menacing, incredibly ambedextrous submissive One time I played God, I was hanging as the sun in Toronto In my third eye was a camera lense; My baby daddy, Lover and my best friend My husband My lover and My best friend My brother And my father Were my best friends Once upon a time I never had friends Now I remember sitting in the backseat, Has been I remember when I never had ribs I remember when I never had meat Nice to meet you I already had a coffee I remember sitting in the front seat Once upon a time I was anno one Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Once a bunch of Pennies, lady Gaga I'm a baby, haha Once upon a time, I was a no one A nobody Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon I remember penny was a virgin I remember when you were the third one, l Once upon a time I was the first one Once upon a time, I thirst my quench with Coffee Body guard! I remember going on a long run I remember once there was a Knock on my door Now I quench my thirst with smart water With a hard on Never was a smart one Just an artist I was no one Once upon a dollar Jimmy Fallon Once upon a nothing, there was no one Now I take my coffee on a long ride No fun Once upon a dollar, Jimmy Fallon Amen I wish for every dollar I ever had, back Jimmy Fallon I wish it was 11:11, every Dillon Francis I wish for sandwhiches on leavened bread at Passover I wish this whole world would Passover, With the the stories in my home And in my notebook I wish for the fame and wealth with it, Jimmy Fallon I wish I never laughed at Dillon Francis I wish Skrillex was never a demon, I take it back I want the wealth And not the fame Just the freedom, Jimmy Fallon What do you mean by that? A dad, an actor An attack, The press is back and asking questions I can't handle that I can't. I just can't with that Abandon the matrix Go back to What's his name But I can't Cause I made him up Call my mother begging to drop the charges Called my God Just asking what the pocket watch does What's an engagement ring like that coat How much to rug the cameras up Inside my home So I don't know about em That shit's priceless Like the 9 Dollar's I've got Marked up, but not to spend them at the Market Jimmy Fallon I pray for your family But not as hard as I pray For my son Or God To take this fat off So I can look like Jennifer Aniston Cause that's God to em, 22 year old Adam Sandler At a brunch A talk show with my Least favorite host of all time Jimmy Fallon But I love to laugh, huh I just got back, God My house is a mess I want meth like AshGod If Method man was drinking up the water Would there be backwash It's a horrible, windfall This awesome art project My broken heart The coughing stalkers Whatever the fuck is going on in New York I love New York But not New Yorkers It hurts to be the worst person The first person to put reverse curses On shamans from the 3rd world And I'm living in the first world, But I just learned that Underneath the surface Is the fourth world That's some dichotomy Huh That's some diabolical plot The cosmic avenger is stuck in a dimension Of white pocket tenses And white bitches who get offended With this scripture But listen I just got up And I've been privy to Never sleeping again Norman Needs you, Mrs. Hotch But I was never Mrs. Roberts With all of the hearts and crosses , stars I give up on love Where's DimlonnFrancis at That's a man without a mask, That's a mannequin m. Just got up And I still want breakfast All I got is Stuff that's leavening A hand in my pocket Just for God to show me Nobody I want wants me Jimmy Fallon has a family That's a tragedy, that But I laughed so hard in the bathtub I still haven't come back from that I feel bad for em, actually All the husbands Cause I was the wife that sucks And he hated me so much I got punched in the— Doesn't matter Stuck in the telling it over and over Nobody loves me My new password is Fuckit I'm gone galloping horses, And hornets, I'm just a furniture Probably should have aborted me, mother Just like you wanted to But I'm still in the hospital On the honor roll Cause I had them all lined up The prophets of the “Impossible, could not be my God!” That's what they all said, But they dressed me up like Some sort of messiah, So I was, then It wasn't right, no That was malpractice But now I've got Camping in Malibu Crossed off my list forever Shit It's some dichotomy Just hold onto me I'm the rock, You're the kite now, Jimmy Fallon I was just better off dead, You know Better off stuck in my head, you know. I read your messages, every one of them Every one of the drugs in my bucket I threw up from the fan club Impossible, Could not have been at that clown JIMMY FALLON - THE COSMIC AVENGER JIMMY FALLON THE COSMIC AVENGER is levitating in a hyper-meditative state. UH – “hehe” …I beg your pardon. “Hehe” Um… Fuck. Or “haha” “haha” … Just admit it. … Admit it already! –haha. Admit WHAT. This gets Levels. Nobody thought Patrice O Neal was a woman! I thought Patrice O Neal Was a Woman. Ah, fuck, I'm nobody. “Nobody” Is that Bob Saget? I swiped right on this dude, just cause he looked exactly like Bob Saget. Omg. Bob Saget! Fuck, that's right. EXT. THE W HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, DAY/ EXT . PODSHARE WESTWOOD ROOFTOP, DAY OH MY GOD, GUYS, LOOK: IT'S BOB SAGET. No it's not! Oh My God! Yeah IT IS! Fuck, really?! Bob Saget?! BOB SAGET! YO GUYS, IT'S BOB SAGET. It was, in fact, Bob Saget. Bob Saget's dead, right? Oh yeah, bud. That's it guys! No more dead celebrities! I'm coming with you! NO MORE GHOSTS. Look, I have something to tell you. UGH. COME ON. This is a weird superpower. EXT. GRAVEYARD, QUEENS, NY. DAY … … … Having fun yet? Alright! I have a question! What? When do I get to– Get to what? You know. Luckily, I die long beore Jimmy Fallon, and as my time approached, I took all i could absorb from the world within, and without, almost as if any and all of my deathwish had been satiated with the gentle ease, the notion of knowing my imminent death would come long before what those surrounding me would consider my time, and therefore would not be made to lose anymore than I already had–but at least, I did have th strength in knowing, not only would i never grow so old as to see for show most of what I had done, but that I had done most of what I would have at all, and not much longer than my words would form into all that would come to be known as my full body of work, I would perish, even before–long before– those I had studied, admired, and known to love–if only through the fourth wall, at all. The invisible man, in Manhattan The sunglasses matches her madness The cloud cover looks just like Texas The suns going down And it's getting colder As the winds blows… THAT was a HARD left turn. So, what time can we listen to Excision? Sometime after intermission. How many acts is this again? ___ I told you, IN-FIN-ITE. Okay… I just wanted to know how long it would take? ___ I know someone that cold get us in _____ (Sitting on a speaker in the BassPod) What is she doing? What are you doing? Charging. __________ I think I found that girl you were looking for. Where is she? I said I found her: I didn't say you could have her. She's not a possession, I'm just trying to talk to her. You didn't mention that she was-- Be careful with your words. Oh, I think it's you that ought to be careful. You're losing your power over her and it shows. Mm. And what about your ‘power', hm? I haven't any power over her-- Oh, but you do-- Will Power at best, That would only be half of it. That would be all I had anything to do with; she was given free agency. HA. “Given”? ____ awww look at that bass face. Well, that's one reason... __ Ah what! you can change your entire frequency? No Fair, I can't do that You can, it just takes practice. What kind of practice-- ___ Oh shit, this hits different with two headphones. It all hits different with headphones. Calorie Deficit Calculator: -3423 Oh shit. Well how many calories did I eat? BEFORE: …chocolate chip cookies? NO— —CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIESzzxz— [CC/SUPACREE robotically and autonomously ditches her bicycle outside of sprouts, not giving a Fuck.] —s—noh! stop it! Stop controlling me! THEY ARE VEGAN. SO? STOP IT. Ooh, what's this. I don't know— get it. CC/SUPACREE stands awkwardly at the checkout with a varied selection of vegan baked goods. *beep* Yeaaaahh. So wait. SUPACREE is controlled by aliens? WE ARE GODS. Knock it OFF! [NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: SUPASTRENTH ] Nice. Yeah dude. Watch this. The Legend of Supacree is the #1 MMORPG in the world; it is also happening in real-time, in multiple worlds within the multiversial construct of the actual Omniverse. AGHHHHH In fact, nobody even plays GTA or call of duty anymore. YAH! [Random objects falling from the sky. ] SUPACREE Oh, nice. INSTANT MANIFESTATION. JUST POST THE FUCKING EPISODE ALRIGHT?! this bitch is fucking crazy. Watch this. Watch what? SHIA LABEOUF discovers The Legend Of Supacree franchise and becomes villainously obsessed with It, hatching a heinous and maniacal plan to hunt her down and capture her—tracking her every move and learning everything about her he can. Wtf. I don't know. Is he a villain? I don't know. I guess. I'M A SUPERVILLAIN. …He's a supervillain. I guess. Why?! I don't know. This is creeps. It is creeps. [lifts one eyebrow.] SUPACREEps. Scary monsters and supacreeps. Heh. NO, NO MUSICIANS. Heh. SHIA LABEOUF is a straight up gangster. HE'S CRAZY! [SHIA LAUGHING MANIACALLY.] Oh, wow– That dude is a straight up psychopath. You're a straight up psychopath. I'm not arguing. What is THIS part of the story? Well, son, you made it through. WOODY HARRELSON? WHAT. Woody Harrelson?! WHY? I don't know. He just fit the part. WHAT PART?! WHAT/! Nobody quite understands what's happening in ENTER THE MULTIVERSE, however, THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE has taken an incredible turning point, intersecting with the world of LEGENDS and THE SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLŪ/ THE SUITE LIFE OF SUNNI BLŪ. IT HAS? YES? WHERE? I WANNA DIE. OH! That's not SUPACREE! [CC HULK SMASHES her bike onto the rack on the bus. THE HULK, sitting just in front stares at her wide-eyed as she boards the bus over the rim of his sunglasses.] Oh, maybe, nevermind. Wait! Is it THE HULK, or MARK RUFFALO? I don't know! I don't give a shit! Why are you even writing this? Uhhhhhhhh. [CC's brain is slowly melting as she rides the bus to work. THE HULK– OR IS IT MARK FUCKING RUFFALO!? I DON”T FUCKING CARE– THERE'S A DIFFERENCE WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE IT – DOESN'T– MATTER! ‘It doesn't matter.' Chal's words echoed in my head almost too loudly–as boldly blind and sometimes even dumb as he was, he was also wise, and as it turned out, right–it really didn't matter. Nothing mattered at all. I had gone through the motions of reaching out to him, to of course as expected learn that he and whatever her name was had gone their separate ways; I understood that would be the case nearly immediately back in Mazunte, but as he was insistent he would woo her–and persistent in doing so, that I thought maybe after all love– or what really turned out to be his obstinate lust would win the day–and yet, it hadn't; he was again single and on the prowl– and although at one point I had even lusted after him briefly, trailing behind him in nonchalant platonic carelessness as he obsessively followed another woman, had allowed me to become comfortable enough in the friendzone that i could just simply exist next to him; Now, again faced with homelessness and factoring in my inability to travel much further than south of the border, especially now knowing well how to travel throughout mexico and into Guatemala, I wondered truly if my own self-worth had really been lowered to the point of allowing myself to meet Chal in Guatemala–even full well knowing that he, too, preferred perfect and illy white to my dark skin and quite seemingly matronly features, and, knowing for myself that I wasn't his first choice– as he and I had of course met in Mazunte around the same time he had met whom he considered to be ‘his Goddess'-- albeit while on a topless beach and thus hynotized by her breasts. Men were hopeless. Then, here I was, waking up every other sleep cycle in the cold sweat of a wet dream, the subject of which I typically at least tried to keep deeply hidden in my subconscious psyche as secrets, although by now it seemed there really were none, and all that I knew and that I thought were known and seen by some other than myself–though somehow still holding true to my belief that there really was none other than myself–in my own broken and twisted world, alone and punished in the depths of mediocrity and shame. Woah. Riding the bus. There's nothing lower. There's walking. To the bus. Yah. And all the sick people. And all the crackheads. And all the–what are those? Demons [demon hacks.] Ugh, fucking–ugh. SHIA LABOUFF'S obsession with SUPACREE is helga petaki-meets Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch. Oh, wait, we're back on that storyline? I mean– I don't know how to write this. Just write it. he's a villain, right? I mean, that suit. SHIA LA– FUCK. WHAT?! Worst last name EVER. Well, not ever– Wait, is he black?! –It sounds french. GOOGLE SEARCH: ‘How Jewish is Shia LaBeouf? ‘ –no, he's Cajun – That's french-black–wait— –what? Cajun AND Jewish? –Yeah– Jesus! JESUS What? (raises one eyebrow) SUPACREE strategizes a plan of attack. Attack for what? {ATTACK} YOUUUU INCEPTED ME!!! AGH! {COUNTER ATTACK} NOT ME! DISNEY! {DODGING COUNTER ATTACK} Yeah, Blame “Disney!” I JUST DID. Oh, yeah, right!! RAVEN SYMONÉ It was Disney. THEY OK'D THIS?! They bought Marvel! THEY OK'D EVERYTHING. —Even the SKRILLEX? Especially the Skrillex —Especially the Skrillex. AGHHHHHHHH—— ———-AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! SHIA LABEOUF VS SUPACREE: FIGHT!!!! Everything looks good— —everything looks good. Everything looks fine— —Everything looks fine. But wait— What? What about that guy? Oh My— —oh my… Is he gonna be alright? Is that guy —gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright? Is—that guy gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright Is that guy— Gonna be alright? Is that guy gonna be alright?? Is that guy gonna be alright?! Is that guy gonna be alright m? Everything looks good— —everything looks fine Looks good— But what about that guy? …I don't know about that guy. Is he alright? Yo. Yooo. Stop writing songs about Skrillex. ((I literally can't.)) What?! It doesn't have to be about Skrillex! It could be about anybody! Here, they call with disco balls Stars in my eyes, but stars do fall First true love dies hard after all, No star shines bright as morning comes —(for) Sonny …I didn't write that. CUT TO: CC writes automagically between sets of heavy lifting. IMAGINARY FRIENDS, PART III DEADMAU5!!!! okay—one more—then cupcakes— Cupcakes? No cupcakes! I WANT CUPCAKES. Uh—No way! YES WAY. Mmm—no I'm sick of this diet! I'm not on a diet! I eat! You eat GRASS. I'm a vegan. This shit sucks. I told you, grass tastes bad. RICK?! (I also want cupcakes. ) Mmkay—ohh. You said that was the last one. No, more more. NO “one more” But I like this one—and it has the right amount of weights on it already—see? Jesús Christ He's not here. (Yes I am). Why the Fuxk. I also want cupcakes Okay, one more No “one more” The power of Christ compels ye! … Is that how that works? No. Maybe. (((Yes.))) AGHHH. The celebrities of Hollywood are gang stalking SUPACREE Can we— No. But I didn't even get to ask the question. The answer is no. THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD, after assembling with the Bampheramphs and Morherfuckers, have formed a supergroup tasked with bringing SUPACREE to THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE—so far, they have cunningly out-bested and outwitted THE US GOVERNMENT, including but not limited to THE FEDS, THE CIA, THE FBI and THE SECRET SERVICE. REALLY? I GUESS. HOW?! — DRAKE snoops on SUPACREE as she writes working half heartedly at THE NECK MACHINE with peaking curiosity, peaking over the time of his sunglasses. Whats it called. “Nautilus 4 way neck “ BPM: you're a jerk Do the Drake Do the Drake Do the Drake Work that neck Work that— Neck, Becky Work that neck, Work that neck Do the— “new note: Purchase ‘Honestly, nevermind' I had worked an entre month at LVAC before the circus went underway; Not a single drop of Skrillex had ever been played over the loudspeakers at any moment, for any of the time I had been employed there, nor had it burdened me any of the other time I had spent bettering myself within what I once cherished as sacred walls–now the illusion shattered, as nowhere I could seem to run – even the rural coastal jungle of Mexico-was far enough to escape the clammerings of something I quite honestly very much still loved, but wouldn't allow myself to enjoy— Or maybe, now, couldn't. BANGARANG. ‘Fuck this shit.' I wanted to move, but didn't—I wanted to leave, and probably should have, but wouldn't. I just sat there through it as my coworker, standing at about 5'4 ½ in a pair of tight black skinny jeans sang along and bounced rhymically. What the fuck. Then, as it had just been earlier that I was thinking of Sonny himself, and how, be it that any of my premonitions were actually accurate and true as I had once thought them to be, there would perhaps come a day that I regretted not listening to his works, just as one regrets not spending time with a loved one before their passing not giving enough attention to the little things, the tiny details, the time they had missed, but never missed without missing their loved one until it was too late. Then again, for me, any time in the then- present was too late, as I had only been followed, taunted, and ridiculed, openly humiliated and embarrassed, and never really paid directly for anything I had done, whether it did have to do with Skrillex or otherwise –and so I had made it more than a point to distance myself from it, anything having to do with it, or him, or anything really, music related—of course besides relying heavily on deadmau5 just for my own existence–that is, willingness wake up, move about the world and its endless, pointless constructs, and even so, completing a worthwhile workout with enough satisfaction that I could allow myself to leave the building–and now, with my commute taking up a grand total of 4 hours of my entire day—I didn't have the time or the energy to stay late into the days and even afternoons as I had before, or to arrive early as I had in the days and weeks before; Now this job was amounting to nothing at all, and I was surely less than breaking even. Whats the worry? You've got 20 minutes to write a story! Don't be sorry Mind your orders. You're a war chief Marry me, Oh pretty please— I plead to you, just sing for me Just think of me as a Never ending fantasy, At the very least When you bury me —and you buried me alive, Just for the look of things What makes us even Slitting wrists Or splitting things unevenly (Either thing benefits me, And my penis, I think.) Make me famous— She said Hate me or debate me, I have everything I need And I have everything you have, But I can leave, All with my dreams intact I do believe You think I'm evil Either way, unnecessary Why would I sit down and write a story— When you just did it for me? Why would I pledge allegiance to old glory She's ignoring me; Why would I change my name to satisfy your needs When mine sit idly by waiting Why would I dream of you, When you dream of me I have all I need, You have all of me in the other room While you watch cartoons with your lady I hate anime and now I hate you too, But I'm so stupid, Nothing soothes my moods, Except playing your tunes, Or music Whoop De Fucking do Would you Marry Me? He said (He never did, he just let her—) She said, I do And now they're doomed I built a tomb for two The bride and groom In music Two by two And used by Tuesday Music I presume To the beautiful Music I presume For the usual Music I presume For those who —- SHIA LABEOUF JUST DO IT. That is not how the end of the song goes. No, but this is how the end of the episode goes. Really!? How? [CC stares lifelessly forward out of the front window of the double decker bus; a man dressed in all blue catches her attention—another telepathic shapeshifter.] You brought…an umbrella? I told you there was a shit storm coming. Oh, nooh. Where's yours? I— don't care? That's right you don't. I don't. That's good you don't. I really don't. You don't give a Fuck, or a shit. I—don't give a fuck or a sh—wait— DILLON FRANCIS? I'm good at what I do. What do you DO? THIS. “A Silent Partner” Oh. I like that. That has all kinds of insinuations. Doesn't it? Hermph. You're a creep. A Supacreep. PAUSE ITS MISTER MAGOOoOOOOOOOooO0oO. No, it's the IRS. Fuck. HOLY SHIT SUNNI. WHAT. HOW DO YOU OWE 100,000 IN BACK TAXES?! Student loan debt. WHAT. THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. Yes it does. HOW. Calm down Marci —MY ÑAME IS— [Sunnī Blū subdues her instantly with one if Supacree's mysterious rave weapons] Sit down, please. …what is that? You like it? Yeah. [she gives her another dose of strange vapor, she relaxes even further.] See. Yeah. Now that you're happy— —am i “happy” ? [she gives her another relaxing dose] —are you Happy? Yeah. Ok. So. I never filed my taxes because I had so muc

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The Brothers Grim Punkcast
Brothers Grim Punkcast #457

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 13, 2024


Tried a new approach, so we're extra scattered. Brand new rippers from Shut The Fuck Up, Total Cereal, Turtle Rage (their final release), and Denver solo project Big Money Hardcore! Props to excellent little distro down in Fresno, CA called Power Glove Dubs (ran by members of Human)! Go get some California punk releases from the Central Valley, bootlegs, and much more! Hit us up at brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com and download our music on our Bandcamp page.457 Playlist:Punkan...Vex Mandate 0:58 Wolfcharge Dis-topian Nightmare Visions Of Terror 1:39 Mendeku Diskak -070- PRESSURE PACT "Visions Of Terror" 7" SF Bestial Hallucinations 1:44 KÄBRÄ Bestial Hallucinations Demo Ontario Turning Red 1:15 Golden Shitters Golden Shitters LPForgot How to Drive (bkgrd) 4:35 Dick Hick What's The Deal? Are you a Fun Raiser? 1:13 Shut the Fuck Up Girl Scouts of America is a Child Labor Racket Go make your own fucking band 1:07 Shut the Fuck Up Go Make Your Own Fucking Band SLC City of Dis NOISECORE HERO 0:53 TOTAL CEREAL ANOTHER BAND THAT WEARS SKI MASKS Iron Lung Recs  Forever Fighting 1:19 DIRECT THREAT Endless Siege_Iron Lung Recs Creep 1:42 KLONNS Heaven reduced to a number 0:43 EXTORTION Threats_Iron Lung Recs Mexico Abstinencia 1:35 Eléctrika Máquina Destruye Sueños (machine destroys dreams)WA SIDE B, EXTRACTIVE 5:00 SPIRAL DEMISE THE FREQUENCY OF PAIN Berlin The Surface 0:43 Turtle Rage Curse Of The MutantsBack In The Streets (bkgrd) 3:04 Fleas and Lice Early YearsNothing More (bkgrd) 3:45 Gorilla x Monsoon Gorilla x Monsoon Fresno (Power Glove Dub) Sick Nerve 0:34 HUMAN EARTH DEMO 2023 Planet Earth Recycled 1:09 HUMAN EARTH DEMO 2023 Las Vegas POGO! 1:45 Kombat Bandcamp Single UK Ritual Magick 2:10 Ruined Virtue Demo Earth Girl Tapes MS I HATE CARS 1:07 ELMOS ST Humandemic Iowa Smash The System 1:17 Dismantle Civil Unrest Inner City Uprising NEVER TURN YOUR BACK 1:01 IMPACT WARNING DEMO Panama Por El Dinero 1:48 DIY Kontraatak Juventud Podrida "Control/Encierro" Sweden Här kommer Böset! (Here comes...) 1:28 Böset Sista Varningen Denver Solo Project OLD TRICKS     0:59 BIG MONEY HARDCORE MACHOMAN DEMO Fuck You Very Much (bkgrd) 3:57 Scroungers Satan! Satan! Satan! Oi! Oi! Oi! Fountain Valley level 2 1:04 PUNCH A HOLE IN A WALL SHOOT SOME TOP The Green Church Ohio Coal Miner's Daughter 0:45 Forest Fucker Smear Campaign/Forest Fucker Split Denver Victims 1:25 Diisbomber A Result Of War Logiche Del Potere (Logics of Power) 1:10 KOMPLOTT Sei Vivo, Sei Morto A Nessuno Importa World on Fire 2:13 Consumed MX War Business Demo Absurd Warfare 1:36 TERMINATION Absurd Warfare Freddie And The Vangrails - I Hate It Here 1:36 DieHipster!records Kids In The Hall Volume 1 Tetryon Tapes Let Me Give You Some Advice 1:33 Nervous Tick and The Zipper Lips More MonochromaticStanley's Brawl (bkgrd) 4:20 KNOX 2021 DEMO SF Punks & Skins 2:00 Fringe Benefits DNL sessionsOther ways to hear BGP:Archive.org#457 on ArchiveApple PodcastsYouTube PodcastsPunk Rock Demonstration - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRipper Radio - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTContact BGP:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of our punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!

Create Your Balance
RECOVERY in Action…Post-Op Update

Create Your Balance

Play Episode Listen Later May 7, 2024 20:41


Well, as of now I am coming up on 6 weeks post-op. I have started PT and I am SLOWLY moving forward.  Am I gald I did it? Well, I can say I am glad I am no longer in the pain I was in BUT It seems the more people I talk to, the more they want to try to confirm my fears. This is why I didn't tell many people I was even having the surgery. Now, I have people asking me how I am doing and then they go into “ man, you just hear so many bad stories about back surgery”..yep, thank you for your time, I will gladly show you my hand (thank your lucky stars it is all 5 fingers) and tell you I do not want to hear it. SERIOUSLY, who the fuck does that and why? SHUT THE FUCK UP about it, PLEASE!! Anyway, I am in a place now where a LOT scares me and I am listening to every signal my body is giving me and taking things very slowly. Some people aren't happy about that but, again, I am giving ZERO fucks about what someone else thinks. It's real, I was REALLY cut on and I am in recovery and taking it one day at a time. Trust me when I say I WISH I was faking this all along because I do not wish this on my worst enemy!!  Everyone heals differently and every little thing I FEEL scares the shit out of me now. I'll be talking more about all the feels and how my recovery is going in this episode.       

Morris Media Live
In A Man's World with Lewis Dix, TDP, Jeff Arnold

Morris Media Live

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 3, 2024 126:46


The guys are back with another week of funny. The hosts give their comedic twists on the day's hot topics.  If you enjoy the show, please support. Like, share, donate. Thank you. #inamansworld #morrismediastudios #blackcomedians #comedy #podcast #americanfiction #brunomars #kobebryantsparents #kobebryantring #quietontheset #relationships  0:00 - Intro/Music  1:40 - Disclaimer 1:55 - Show Intro 3:20 - The guys start the show without Dannon and start talking about Dannon.  5:41 - Falling asleep when the TV is on 8:16 - Lewis reviews "American Fiction" movie 9:20 - Regina King's quote on grieving.  9:30 - Grieving, when to move on 10:03 - Jeff's Ex gives him a call 13:23 - Jeff still refuses to call son 14:49 - Jeff share's a PSA on 'rejection" - and talks about NY incident 15:52 - Dannon Green joins the show 16:44 - Engaging with people in the chat room 19:46 - Dannon meeting Donald Trump 21:25 - phone call - Kelan calls in to challenge Dannon on the Fani Willis case. 30:32 - Nakia from the Bay calls in to pick a bone with Dannon.  40:11 - Jeff and TDP cap on Lewis' hair 41:22 - What can someone do to make you end the relationship? 43:41 - Dana from Pasadena calls in to profess her love to TDP and grill Dannon about Trump 51:03 - Lewis remembers Sydney and Jeff responds

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
The Brothers Grim Punkcast #450

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 25, 2024


Episode 450... another milestone show for the BGP! 12+ years and still going strong. This show is a tribute to our (recent) punk rock friends and family. You'll hear some of our old bands and a lot more of our new BGP stuff as we gear up for the April 8th release of our new LP, as well as some tunes from some of our punk rock brothers and sisters around the globe. We've been fortunate to have met and connected with a lot of cool people over the years! Keep those emails and social media messages coming. We appreciate any feedback, positive or otherwise. Onward to Episode 500... long live punk!Listen to Episode 450: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple, Google or YouTube Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsYouTube PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Punk World Problems... First World Problems 0:59  Brothers Grim Punk (BGP) Unreleased 2024 Single Reseda First World Problems 0:30  Shut The Fuck Up (STFU)  First World Problems Chico CA Fight Music 1:36 Fight Music Poster Boys For Birth Control Can't Get Out 1:22 Brothers Grim Punk (BGP) Unreleased 2024 Single*New BGP theme song, "This is The Brothers Grim"That One (bkgrd) 4:15 Vertigo UPPERDOWN Chasin' Paper 2:32 El Matador and The BGP Unreleased 2024 Single Philly Consumer Induced Poverty 1:10 Mindless Attack Mindless Attack 7" Salam MA STAMP OUT REALITY 1:27  WANTED 2023 Demo F*Ck The 1% 2:31 Fight Music Let Them Eat Cock  Jeff Loopy Scoop Tapes IN (LST)  LOST 0:57 BRUNDLE "THE" DEMO LST Life 1:21 DJINN RELAPSE I Can't Take It 1:00 Nobodys The Smell Of Victory We're Fucked 1:01 BGP Unreleased 2024 SingleMeltdown Of Planet Earth (bkgrd) 5:50 The Wankys The Very Best of Hero LP KC Human Livestock 1:05 Siege Bastard Unreleased 2024 Single Brazil fudido (fucked) 0:45 Odiär  Mortos não acabarãoNY NY mass murder 1:04  NO FUCKER Tombs 7 in.  Portland Not 0:40 Impermanence  9 Song Offering Sistema Mortal Tapes Italy Voice of Resistance 1:37 Blistering Noise  The 2023 Demo- Stop Gaza Genocide Berlin Noise Itch CS Masacres 1:08 Nukelickers Sniffing Nuke CAF Pharma Death Bussiness 1:01 DISTHROAT Represion Regresion Stockholm Vår tid är förbi (our Time IS Over) 2:19 𝕾ø𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖆 Tankar i mörkret (Thoughts In The Dark) Useless Waste (bkgrd) 3:32 Vertigo UPPERDOWN7-Inch 1:12 The Accidents 4 Dopes On Punk Toronto Washout Revenge 0:30 The Slime Bitter Dream 9 to 5 2:13 Dr. Bob's Nightmare Broke, Homeless, Dumped and Wrecked The term foodie is a pejorative 0:33 STFU Point of No Return Don't Let It End This Way 1:50 Fight Music Never Go Full Retard No One Cares 0:57 Brothers Grim Punk One Small Step For Punk... With A Whimper & A Bang (bkgrd) 5:26 Vertigo UPPERDOWN NorCal vs. SoCal 2:31 El Matador and The BGP Unreleased 2024 Single ONES LIFE EXPERIENCE SHOULD BE HUMBLING 0:32  STFU Jolly Good LST CHOICES 1:22  RONi Demo Good Point Gone Wrong 2:32 Pepper Spray Tré    Smart In The Stupidest WayLST Gore 0:52 ZHOOP On Sale! Sistema Mortal The End of Dictators 1:44 Blistering Noise The 2023 Demo- Stop Gaza Genocide Don't Come Back 1:54 The Accidents FSU Demo '98 The Golden Girls 1:02 Fight Music Robo DickBargain Bin Sperm Donor (bkgrd) 5:01 Formerly Known As ...We Don't Like Us, Either A Debt Must Be Paid 1:39  BGP Unreleased 2024 Single

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
The Brothers Grim Punkcast #448

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 11, 2024


Episode 448... More new bangers from the BGP you can't deny. One from our upcoming release in April and a new one from our collaboration with the El Matador (Chico punk legend)! Also new stuff sent in by Columbia's Deshumanizer and Brazil's two-piece D-Beat ripper band Odiär!! A bunch of other new ones and some we've been dying to get to for a while. As promised, here's the elastic and tupperware jam video (fountanemusic) we mention at the end of the show. Enjoy!Listen to Episode 448: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsYouTube PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!DesPunkAnizar...Less Than 1%    1:22  Brothers Grim Punk Unreleased 2024 Single SF For the Better 0:54 VVM Demo 2023 Mind Games 1:04 common enemy As the World Burns Drinking with WWF Superstars 2:21 El Matador and The BGP  Unreleased 2024 Single Goodbye California (bkgrd) 2:24 The Queers Grow Up Punk Columbia  Enemigxs 2:36 Deshumanizar  2024 Demo Death Drug Psychosis 1:02 Green Beret "Hardcore 2014" - West Coast Tour Tape FIGHT BACK 0:53 BALLISTIC AX DMU-001: BALLISTIC AX - BALLISTIC ACTS OF TERROR Out On The Street 1:26 LAUGHING BOY - Demo 2016 Keep In Step 1:13 WATCHDOG - Demo Authority Abuse 1:06 POLICY OF TRUTH - Demo I'd Rather Die Than Be In Your Cover Band 1:40 Shut The Fuck Up Enter the Blue Room Love Me, I'm A Liberal (bkgrd) 4:02 Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon Pairie Home Invasion Brazil a la mierda nazi_fuck nazi  1:05  Odiär- Mortos não acabarão  BREAK OR BE BROKE 1:42 DMU-014: STREET HASSLE - WINTER 2024 PROMO Philly HEX 1:00 SHARE GOD's FAVORITE ep Toronto Barbed Wire Disease 2:28 BRAIN ITCH The Future Burns Phoenix WARSYSTEM (Shitlickers) 0:40 D-ABSENT coupla covers WA BOOK OF THE MACHINES 1:06 SPIRAL DEMISE DEMO So Cal one 1:11 FAST 6 fast ones Unite And Fight (To Smash the Right) (bkgrd) 5:07 S.I.N. PUNX It's What Unites Us vol 6 Austin TX PRICE OF PROGRESS 1:07 Scorched Earth Demo 2022 Austin SPEEDFUCKINGNOISEATTACK 7:42 EMPART SPEEDFUCKINGNOISEATTACK Austin Hooked Jaw 1:11 Impalers LP Belgium GG Is A Bootleg 0:59 Freddie & The Vangrails album #2 teaser... Belgium HATE SONG 1:02 Shredder DEMO Die World Die 1:51 Ill Content Cheap Ass Music Vol.1 Guana Batz - (bkgrd) Piledriver Boogie Losing Battle 0:44 Corrective Measure S/T 7" Quarantine Me 1:00 BLOCKHEAD - Demo COME CORRECT 1:19 ULTRAS ULTRAS DENY - The Harder You Fall 1:42 Sound of chaos records NO CLASS FOR HELL CRUST SOUND vol 3. Dögölj Meg! (Die!) 1:50 Lecsa - Punk Legális Pusztítás (Legal Destruction) Mexican Slum Rats (bkgrd)Germany No Gods,No Masters, No Leaders 1:38 Kläpträp Dipsomania for Conquest

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The Brothers Grim Punkcast #443

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 11, 2024


Episode 443... A special release party provided by the BGP courtesy of Sistema Mortal Tapes (Italy) debuting their brand new release (February 8, 2024) with Sentiero Futuro Autoproduzioni from Skalp (Milan, Italy) called Mai Domi (Untamed)! Skalp has members from Sentiero Futuro and Spirito Di Lupo. We shred the eight-song release in its entirety along with some other new stuff we found. You are missing out if you haven't gone over to Sistema Mortal and checked out all the d-beat bangers they have provided the punk planet! Thanks for the support! Enjoy!Listen to Episode 443: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsYouTube PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Punktamed...Italy La guerra è finita, ecco cosa rimane (The War IS Over, Here's What Remains) 1:12 Skalp Mai Domi Quale progresso, quale giustizia? (What Progress, What Justice?)  1:40 Skalp Mai Domi Noise Itch Cassettes Germany NUKELICKERS - Whispers From The Grave 1:21 V.A. NOISECORE CONGREGATION Vol​.​2 Reseda Point of No Return 0:40  Shut The Fuck Up Point of No ReturnRussia The Bearer Of Sorrow (bkgrd) 2:39 Exist Enslaved Endless Stench Of Morbid World Il prossimo sei tu (You're Next) 1:46 Skalp Mai Domi Nuovo Sole (New Sole) 1:58 Skalp Mai Domi Denmark/Berlin Test Subjects 0:36 Visions of Chaos S/T Sistema Italy Bloody Greed 1:11 VIDA MUERTA Demo 1 Nato nel dolore (Born In Pain) (Live) 2:20 Skalp Mai Domi Masked Submission (bkgrd) 1:54 NUKKE Virtue Signaling Unterwerfung (Live) 1:28 Skalp Mai Domi SPAM - 3 1:02 V.A. NOISECORE CONGREGATION Vol​.​2 TN Atom 1:03 Deterrence Deep South Death March Back To The Pizza Parlor 1:06  Brothers Grim Punk    Us Against The World Senza titolo (Live) 2:26 Skalp Mai DomiNZ/Razored Raw Dumb Totalitarians 2:47 Putrid Future Nightmare Reality Solo catene hanno per te (Only Chains Have For You)  1:44 Skalp Mai Domi

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
The Brothers Grim Punkcast #442

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 4, 2024


Episode 442... A bunch of new 2024 Bandcamp finds as well as a ripping demo sent in by Josh from Salem, MA's WANTED! Our newest theme song again by our friends, Shut The Fuck Up! Mostly rock and spared you the talk. Enjoy!Listen to Episode 442: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsYouTube PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!PA Typical Day 0:39 Grim Statistic Demo Olympia WE DO WHAT WE MUST 1:24 PHYSIQUE OVERCOME BY PAIN Oklahoma City Some People Just Need killing    0:56    No Man's Slave    S.I.N. PUNX It's What Unites Us Vol. 6Toronto Fuckin' Rights 0:34 School Damage Fuckin' Rights EPL.A. CNN Bullshit 2:01 Litmus Green More Than AnimalsRev. Leon 0:55 Nobodys Greatasstits ANOTHER LAPDOG 1:38 Broken Skull Records KONTAMINATE Cause For Abortion 1:08 A Global Threat What The Fuck will Change?_Punkcore Recs UK Blue Mould 1:58 Plastics Plastic World Italy Addestrato al nulla (trained for nothing) 2:00 SLOI SLOI Ambush! Recs Seattle Waste Of Skin  0:25 More Maggots Than Carcass Auditory Assault Vol. 1 Friends Drop Like Flies 0:35 Stolen Auditory Assault Vol. 1 Van BC Wit's End 1:03 Hollow Point 10 Track EP Nova Scotia Suspected 1:32 Suspex Technically Deficient Iniquity Rec Germany  HARMED BOY 1:40 SUBORDINATE DEMO II  Indonesia Wall of Mind 1:55 Hostile Blitz MMXXIV Demo Deluxe Bias WY DEMO TRACK 3:25 ETIQUETTE  DEMO DB#25 Solution 1:17 HICK TRACY   II (CASSINGLE) DB#24 MI 555 1:13 Silicon Heartbeat 2889 SC Full Leather Jacket 1:37 Beer Beer IISalam MA WORKIN' MAN 1:31 WANTED Demo 2023 CT Conviction 0:47 HASTE Illusion of Control - I BC Protecting Your Filth 1:35 Phane Phane Omaha Boiling Point 2:00 BIB DELUX Vermont Doomed 1:41 COOKED Ad Nauseam Leech 1:02 BEYOND DESCRIPTION Calm Loving Life​/​Live in Germany​(​Remastered 2020)Conspiracy 2:18 Frontside Five Fall Out of LineShithead 0:56 Crust As Fuck Records MOBCHARGE "Apocalyptic horror" Lp (CAF003) GAROÑA KARROÑA 0:48  HYOKKAYS  Antigobierno EP Eat Em Up Recs Brain Fog 1:54 Karoshi Brain Fever You Lose     0:37 7 Seconds The Crew Drink Skate Fight (Angels Of Mischief (San Gabriel Valley, California) 1:58 S.I.N. PUNX It's What Unites Us vol 6France Chopper Metal Punks From Hell 3:18 Poisöncharge Choppers D-beat & Satan

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SHOCKWAVES SKULLSESSIONS

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2024 55:47


Join Neeley and Chris on THE CLASSIC METAL SHOW as they unravel bizarre tales—from In-N-Out Burger's first-ever closure due to rampant crime in Oakland to the mysterious decapitation of a DJ with unsettling details. Dive into the world of celebrity woes as they discuss Richard Marx's onstage clash and Alyssa Milano's unique GoFundMe venture. Stay tuned for the latest on the Stanley Cups story follow-up. Buckle up for a rollercoaster of oddities and unexpected twists in this episode! #ClassicMetalShow #InNOutBurger #CrimeClosure #BizarreStories #DecapitatedDJ #CelebrityWoes #RichardMarx #AlyssaMilano #GoFundMeVenture #StanleyCups #UnexpectedTwists #PodcastTalk #OdditiesUnleashed **NOTE: Everything said here, and on every episode of all of our shows are 100% the opinions of the hosts. Nothing is stated as fact. Do your own research to see if their opinions are true or not.** PLEASE SUBSCRIBE AND SHARE! Live Saturdays from 9pm to 3am Eastern at www.theclassicmetalshow.com or on Rumble, Wowza TV, Twitter or CMStv. All our links are available at https://www.linktr.ee/cmsrocks. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/cmspn/message

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The Brothers Grim Punkcast #440

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 22, 2024


Episode 440... 2024 is rolling in hot! Already a ton of new finds from Bandcamp, a brand new one from us (BGP) with our collaboration with the El Matador. New stuff from Shut The Fuck Up as well as a pleasant surprise from them with a new Bros Grim Theme Song! The legendary label Iron Lung Records sent in some stuff to shred as well! A new lick from Izzy Smut to boot!  Still more Best of 2023 to come the next few shows. Enjoy!Listen to Episode 440: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsYouTube Podcasts (New)Contact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Punk the Punk up...Reseda It must be hard going through life thinking the world revolves around your problems 0:37 Shut the Fuck Up - Point of No Return Portland Stone 0:44 Impermanence 9- Song Offering Kevin's band from Riot Radio Philly Don't Tell Me What To Do 1:28 Mindless Attack Mindless Attack 7" Jon Got COVID From GWAR 1:22 El Matador and the BGP Unreleased 2024 Single New Bros Grim Theme song by Shut The Fuck UP Desire (bkgrd) 3:27 R Griffith Desire the kids are wide awoke 1:14 dayglo abortions upside down world Kill The Autocrats 2:13 Rat Cage Screaming Death Kick Rock France COUP DE SCHLASS 1:33 DELETÄR S/T (2023) 12" Belgium Nazi Truck 0:33 Röt Stewart All split up Nazi Go Home - CRUDE SS 1:12 V/A Compilation Cleanse The Bacteria Ontario LIFE'S UNFAIR 1:32 unfair HOLY WEAPON OF PEACE Santa Rosa CA No Standing Ovation 1:17 Crisis Man Asleep In America You Are Not Alone - THISCLOSE (bkgrd) 3:09 v/a - DBeat The Borders v/a  compilation Grim Depths    Iron Lung Recs 1:11 Violin S/T Iron Lung Recs Ruin Everything 1:47 Nasti People Problem Iron Lung Recs violent dreams 1:04 Crawl Space My God... What Have We Done Iron Lung Recs Cincinnati Rotted 1:45 Rotting Hammer Days and Nights of Endless Butchery Greece GRIZZLY ROAR 1:42 DOOMED AGAIN DRILLER Melbourne How Do You Kill It? 1:52 HACKER Psy-Wi-Fi 7"My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down (Bkgrd) 3:54 Ramone$ Animal Boy CT Nevermind The Broadcast Podcast Gatekeepers 1:44 Izzy Smut Cancel Me Solo project FL Bellicose Recs Divided By Death 1:06 THE TROOPS Blind Allegiance UK ADHD 1:16 Sex Germs Germcore OK KRYLON KANG 0:46 XMONKEYFUCKX MOBILE WITH THE SHIT Quebec P.T.S.D 1:15 Piège 4trax DEMO WV Life Or Death 1:26 A.P.F. Peace Will Never Be Obtained CS_West VA Croatia Pestilent Breath 1:57 GutterSkull Chthonian Moribund Sovereign You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet (bkgrd) 3:43 B T Overdrive Not Fragile Smash 1:34 BEYOND DESCRIPTION A Road To A Brilliant Future(Remastered 2024) Living For Pleasure, Not For Pain 1:41 Fleas and Lice Early Years Yesterdays Heroes 2:31 Dogsflesh Vision of Hell What's Your Price? 1:29 GO! "The word is Go!" 7"EP Italy Ladder 1:25 Sect Mark WORSHIP Doesn't Make Sense 1:45 Collaps Executor

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
The Brothers Grim Punkcast #435

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2024


Episode 435... A bunch of half-hour shows lined up to pay respect and give thanks for all the solid punk released in 2023! The Best of 2023 Part I! John from No Fucker (New York D-beat at it's finest) sent us their new "Tombs" EP (get it at Noise Itch Cassettes) and a brand new one from our buds Shut The Fuck Up from Reseda, CA! Grab all these on Bandcamp (or you're dumb)! Enjoy!Listen to Episode 435: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!No Punker (left behind in 2023)...Reseda Quit Romanticizing Being a Fuck Up 0:40 Shut The Fuck Up  Quit Romanticizing Being a Fuck Up NY NY Tombs 1:05 NO FUCKER Tombs CSBerlin Death by Desperation 0:57 Nukelickers Death by Desperation - Split w/ Bipolar El Paso My Dad Wanted to Abort Me 1:21 Polluted Womb Polluted Womb VI Sweden Vulture's Feast 1:34 phobiarecords Verdict - The Rat Race LP Sweden Mördarpräster (Killer Priests)  2:01 𝕾ø𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖆 Rik På Krig NY Drunk Soldier 1:14 Spirokete Desert Earth Albany NY Broke And Bored 1:04 Grawlixes Grawlixes / Unknown Liberty Split BC Culture Shock 0:38 Slow Death Records HOLLOW POINT - Demo 2023 BC Slow Death Recs Over It 1:01 Obedient I'm Tired of Being... BC Compassion Fatigue 0:53 White Collar Demo 2023  Richmond VA America in Decline 1:29 Ordinance DemoWinnipeg DOPPELGANGER 1:30 Nuclear Man DEMO 2023 AU Inner City Uprising SMOKE BOMB 1:06 SNITCH TRIAL SWEATIN BULLETS L.A. Not At It Seems 1:27 Discos Enfermos DE #122 FUTURA "v" 7" Reno NV Troutmouth 6:37 Wretched Self Wretched Self 2023 Berlin end of all 0:32 Turtle Rage Split with ANF BC Never Surrender 1:38 Trenchraid War Mentality

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
The Brothers Grim Punkcast #433

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 27, 2023


Episode 433... Getting close to the end of the year! We'll be back as brutal as ever in 2024 with some Best of 2023 shows to start the year. Another new one from our collaboration with El Matador (Fight Music), new Pittsburgh's Peace Talks (John from Cruel Noise Podcast), our Cali buds STFU, and once again Noise Itch Cassettes (Germany)! Yule Punkings our friends! Thanks for the support!Listen to Episode 433: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Punk talks...Pittsburgh Cruel Noise TARANAKI 1:29 PEACE TALKS PEACE TALKS-PROGRESS LP Noise Itch CS Germany They Call It Peace (from 'Tombs') 1:24 No Fucker Bandcamp Promo Single Celebrating The Decline 1:01 Richter Scale SPAD - SPAD L.A. Live To Die 1:31 Fatal Riot Live To Die Carny Phobia 2:15 El Matador and the BGP  Unreleased Single Indonesia Consent 1:08 Richter Scale Unspec - Century Of Torture O.L.C. 1:32 XUI Mayhem Promo_Oakland Olympia Too Young Too Retire 0:49 spitpuddle Part Time Epic Rock And Roll Guitar Rock And Roller Rock And Rolling Rocks Rockers Madrid No survivors 1:28 Crust As Fuck Records DEPOPULATION DEPARTMENT "Starvation" 10" (CAF029) dom är idioter på malmös komun (They Are Idiots on Malmo's Commune) 1:00 Kasshuve grisablod 8 track ep Enjoy Your Life 1:06 Kolumna Burruti Tapes Nöt Dead Utmattningssyndromet (The Exhaustion Syndrome)- BITCHCRAFT 0:50 v/a - DBeat The Borders compilation cassette Stuck In The Gutter - PISS 1:35 v/a - DBeat The Borders compilation cassette Riot Squad 0:36 Whisker Biscuit Kill For Beer UK Pain In The Arse 1:53 Demob If It Ain't Punk It Don't Rock!Reseda I HOPE OUR FRIENDSHIP WILL NOT BE TRUNCATED DOWN TO AN EMOJI ON SOCIAL MEDIA 2:05  Shut The Fuck Up Good & Evil 2023

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The Brothers Grim Punkcast #431

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 19, 2023


Episode 431.. Wrapping up (haha) the year with some pretty new shredders and some random stuff! New one sent in by Sweden's Verdict! Get their new release over at Phobia Records. Along with another new one from Noise Itch Cassettes (Germany) consisting of a project from Noise Itch's Julio! A little Christmas vibe here, but tune into Punk Rock Demo and Ripper Radio this week for a special Christmas show from the Mad Ax himself! Aaaaaaand a new lick from the El Matador and The Bros Grim themselves! Enjoy (eggnog)!!!Listen to Episode 431: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Punk to The World (Problems)...Sweden Shove it up 1:37 VERDICT The Rat Race Noise Itch CS Germany Llantos de dolor (Cries of Pain) 0:57 Forget Promo 2023 Toronto Hardcore 0:43 OLD OLD - LP Nova Scotia BITTER HATE 0:45 Bitter Hate DEMO 2023Yellin' At the Xmas Tree (bkgrd) 4:14 Billy Idol Devils Playground 2005 Here To Take A Shit 1:00 El Matador and The BGP Unreleased Single STTW Recs Germany solo You Know Who You Are 1:25 Preemptive Strike Demo 2023 Brazil No Sufoco 1:03 Dente Canino Alerta Vermelho (Red Alert) Hate Mongers Must Die 1:37 TENSION Discography 2011 - 2014 [NTR 338]  Surveilled 1:51 Richter Scale Memory Ward - S/T Germany Brainwashed Records Crime Nuclear 1:22 NÃO Demo OC Headcheese 0:48 Entropy Entropy L.A. Fist Fight 0:49 Barbie and the Hookers Bandcamp Single Belgium I Hate Christmas 1:26 Suffer Damage Suffer Damage demo 2014 Mexico MUNDO CORROSIVO 1:21 COVID SS DEMO Denver No Place Like Home 1:09 Certain Punishment Certain Punishment Ha-Glue-Cinations 1:25 Sad Boys Sad Boys_Junko Recs Chile Reseda Clean your own house 0:50 Shut The Fuck Up First World ProblemsChristmas Party Tonight! (bkgrd) 3:33 Black Hole Records Missile Toads Herald, The Punk Rock Elf 2:31 Katye Kellye and The Interruption Sparkle!

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
The Brothers Grim Punkcast #430

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 12, 2023


Episode 430... A show with a ton of new ones including a new single (based on a true African adventure story) from the Bros Grim themselves! We continue to break barriers (and no one cares). A bunch of new lix sent in by the legendary Seattle label Iron Lung Records! Brand new stuff from our Italian friends Sistema Mortal Tapes and their recent split release with Razored Raw (New Zealand)! Like pre-Christmas over here with all these Punk gifts! Enjoy!Listen to Episode 430: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Punkid future...Richmond VA set: World Gone to Shit 1:28 Devil's Hand Welcome the Slaughter Tunnel Vision 1:08 Cretins Cretins Vicious Cycle 1:08 Asylum Asylum Fool in the Game 2:11 Mad Existence Mad Existence Sistema Mortal Tapes/Razored Raw NZ Apocalypse Inferno 1:56 Putrid Future Nightmare Reality Birmingham AL Parasite 1:10 ANOMALY DEMO 2023 GASMASK TERRÖR - Framtid För Frankrike (Future For France) 1:51 Bordeaux Boredom #1 FACE UP TO IT! - Too Old To Fold 0:57 Bordeaux Boredom #1 SHOCK - Get Rad 1:04 Bordeaux Boredom #2 SLAKTERI - Matadero 1:41 Bordeaux Boredom #2 Oakland First World Refugees 1:54 Prosthetic Theory of Pain Portland Iron Lung No More 1:38 Bog People ST 2010 Remastered Olympia We Do What We Must 1:24 PHYSIQUE - Overcome By Pain 7” (LUNGS-266)MA  WHO'S NEXT-Iron Lung 1:06 DIMENSION - DEMO El Monumento 1:24  MALCRÍA Fantas​í​as Hist​é​ricas (Historical Fantasies) (LUNGS​-​234) Seattle Antiquated Life 1:23 LEXICON - Poison Head 7” (LUNGS-253)-Hills Are Dead Records SEPTIC VOMET - Deformity And Decay 1:19 V/A Grindcore 2022/3 THE SOUND OF ✘ USELESS SPACESHIP - Looters Army 1:23 V/A Grindcore 2022/3 THE SOUND OF ✘ Saskatoon SATISFACTION GUARANTEED 1:27 Miserable Tradition NO END NO PEACE Herramientas Disfuncionales (Disfunctional Tools) 1:47 Hikikomori 2019 Bandcamp Single Out For Power 1:29 Impalers Impalers demo 2010 Your special snowflake status is hereby revoked 0:50 Shut The Fuck Up Kos Cruiser ep Diary of A Young Traveling Carnivore 1:20 Brothers Grim Punk Upcoming 2024 EP Single What They Want... What The Fuck 0:58 Oppressed Logic The Past Ain't Gonna Change No War Fuck You 0:37 Agnostic Front The American Dream Died IL Distort Your Mind 1:24 System Rejects System Rejects demo 2005 Israel מקיא Throwing Up 1:15 JARADA | חרדה S/T NY Dismantle The Authoritarian Regime 2:40 Drogato Demo 2020 FL Our Noise Is Music 1:28 Vermin Our Noise Is Music

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The Brothers Grim Punkcast #429

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 4, 2023


Episode 429... Returning to some 2023 stuff we found recently and plenty of fuzzy ripped cassette Dbeat! Another brand new one from the BGP and our Chico Punk Legend good ol' friend, El Matador! A lot more coming from that collaboration in the near future! Plus our friend Kevin (Riot Radio Podcast) and his old Philly band, Mindless Attack! More from Loopy Scoops Jeff,  Crust As Fuck Recs, STFU, Sistema Mortal Tapes (Italy), and we mention Julio and Gerry's Noise Itch Cassettes project with some Dbeat fury from Berlin's Nukelickers! Enjoy! Listen to Episode 429: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Punkalyptic horror...The Last Step 0:47 Crust As Fuck Records MOBCHARGE "Apocalyptic horror" Lp (CAF003) Madrid Crust AF Rex Disinformation 1:23 Depopulation Department Another War Victim Reseda YOUR PHONY WARRIOR BULLSHIT 1:31 SHUT THE FUCK UP Jolly Good Loopy Scoop Tapes Budz 1:39 NIGHTMAN Sautéed ep Die At the Plant 2:19 El Matador and BGP Upcoming 2024 Release  Philly Pushed Aside 1:26 Mindless Attack Demo Brooklyn Motion Sickness 1:15 SNUBBED Harrowing End Berlin Dogmatiker 1:50 Earth Crust Displacement split "7 with Hellish View AU No Concern 1:02 ENZYME Golden Dystopian Age London/Argentina Until I Bleed 1:00 forkbomb Draining Life Long Beach MILITARIZED 1:18 GLASSBOMB Split w A.P.F. Berlin Gerry and Julio Faceless silhouettes 0:50 Nukelickers Death by Desparation split w BipolarItaly Born To Waste Recs Attitude 2:15 Motron All Over Again... Netherlands Weak Excuse 1:14 Azijnpisser Cold Cuts Beach Impediment 2024 SCAMMER 2:13 HACKER SCAMMER Single Corrupt Dreams 1:43 Destruct 2019 Promo Make it Fit 0:59 FLESH WORLD 'Planned Obsolescence' EP AU Nuclear Holdouts 1:17 Deathmob Uranium Genocide Olympia Heading For War 1:25 Sterilized Sterilized demo 2013 Sistema Mortal Tapes Italy After the flash 1:10 Farce x Vida muerta Funeral earth (6 tracks split tape) Japan We Have Freedom 1:04 Final Bloodbath 2002 EPs on cassette WA Dpersonalize 1:00 Deprogram Demonstration Tape WA Crucify Drones 0:41 Jæng Demo 2Ø16 Ukraine Cult Of Lies 1:33 Displease Displease/Diskobra split cassette Terminal Escape Apocalyptic End? 1:22 Fodder Un Desplo Me Bay Area CA FIVE EYED MACHINE 1:15 CAVEMAN S/T Italy Post Covid Rehab 3:01 Hoax All Over Again...

Las Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang
"Boob Gay" (w/ Matt & Bowen")

Las Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 29, 2023 66:49 Transcription Available


Boob gays Matt & Bowen overcome the Sunday Scaries to catch up on the culture as of late. They react to May December and discuss Julianne Moore's lisp, Charles Melton's stunning performance and how the ending of the film recalls Tár. The hosts go on to anticipate The Color Purple, inquire about people who are somehow still Scientologists, and express how they feel when they are told to "shut the fuck up". All this, RHOM, RHOBH, RHOP, a scheduling and planning of Matt & Bowen's ultimate EGOT wins, what the Kennedy Center Honors for Mariah Carey might be like, whether or not we need reputation TV just yet, Disney's Wish and that company's weird year, and whether or not we can just have good old fashioned "mama slay" for once. This episode has huge tits.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
The Brothers Grim Punkcast #428

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 27, 2023


Episode 428... Recovering from the holiday feast! The Bros are back together and still trippin' on the tryptophan. And we get a guest appearance from one of the sons!!! Lots of newer 2023 stuff, including some more from our new friends Shut The Fuck Up (Reseda, CA), some more Sistema Mortal Tapes (Italy) and a new one sent in by solo project Gwizidor (Arcata, CA). So much great music to play before the year is up. Thanks for the support! Enjoy!Listen to Episode 428: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Punkplans...L.A. Psychologic Crisis 0:52 Personal Damage Atrophy & Entropy Sistema Mortal Tapes Italy Visions of Chaos - Vida Muerta 1:10 Deformed Existence x Visions of Chaos The World at War Austria Ethnic Cleansing 1:07 Disclone Split with Unit 731 NY Look Into The Sky 2:06 The Great Lie  Vertigo Reseda MR. NEGATIVITY 0:35 Shut The Fuck Up Jolly GoodRECYCLING IS A FARCE 0:26 Shut The Fuck Up Jolly Good Pittsburgh Shut The Fuck Up 1:06 Kill Enemy Records Speed Plans Tape No Time Recs CA Fucking Coward 0:30 Corrupt Vision Split [NTR 361] it's the end of western civilization as we know it 0:27 GSDP dick pills forever [NTR 378] Montreal KNOW A PLACE 1:38 GAZM Fuck You II Chicago Media Junkies 2:39 Mock Execution Circle of Madness EP_La Vida Es Un Mus Arcada CA T.V. 0:41 Gwizidor SOLARYou Are A Jackass 1:11 Brothers Grim Punk 2023 Single Hills Are Dead Recs PÄRIÄ - Caer (fall) 1:47 V/A Crust Punk 2023 D​-​BEATING Vol​.4 Distro Cefalia Columbia Gateria Drogaren Menpe (Gateria Addicted To Drugs) (Juventud Bajo la Droga) 1:13 Hilerri  Demo. Chicago Transylvanian Tapes Clubbed Then Cannibalized 1:14 BRILLIANT BEHEMOTH DEMOS Razored Raw NZ Jagged Acetate 1:10 Skitkrimes Skitzedout Italy Panic Attack 1:42 Collective Hardcore Goodbye Boozy Sampler Vol. III Croatia treća smjena (third shift) 1:32 PLASTIKA S/T Adatbaszók (data bastards) 1:08 Balta Rendszerszintű Agybasz​á​s (systemic brainwashing)_ La Vida Es Un Mus Stupid Fucking Vegan 1:53 The Queers Beyond The Valley... McAllen TX Washed Away 1:10 PROGRAM Dehumanized Progress LP  Portland Break Out 2:17 Harum Scarum 2003 - The Last Light S. Korea Terminal 1:43 SLANT 1집_Iron Lungs Recs 174 False Patriot 1:57 Disgor Fuck Your Veteran Pride Ann Arbor herpes is forever 1:09 GROUND ZERO 1984 demo False Flagellant 0:54 CHILLER CHILLER EP (2018) Vultures 1:16 Common Ignorance No Signal mongoloid 1:25 UHU #1 What we do is STILL a secret 1:50 Migraines The Maygraines EP TN Broke 1:18 Big Clown Beatdown

(not so) Secret Dads Business
With Respect, Shut the Fuck Up. Parenting is Hard

(not so) Secret Dads Business

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 12, 2023 82:45


Join Nate and Judge as they dive headfirst into the chaos of modern society. In this episode, the hosts candidly discuss the precarious state of the world, emphasizing the challenges faced by those caught in the crossfire of extreme views. They also discuss how hard being a single parent is, especially while going through a divorce, paying child support, paying for childcare and the effect has not having two parents in the house can negatively affect our children. They also share their insights, drawing parallels between societal tension and the snap-back effect of a pulled rubber band. They dissect the pitfalls of extreme ideologies and urge listeners to find balance in their perspectives. The episode takes a turn as they discuss controversies, including the JK Rowling situation and the nuances of separating art from the artist. Nate and Judge engage in a lively debate about standing up for one's beliefs without alienating friends, emphasizing the importance of open dialogue over knee-jerk reactions. As the conversation flows, Nate and Judge encourage listeners to send in questions, anecdotes, and funny stories about fatherhood. From the volume of dad sneezes to relatable dad tropes, they promise to turn the next episode into a fan-driven laugh fest.

Christian Nation
Keeping Your Woman In Line – Heartiste

Christian Nation

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 8, 2023 3:20


Proposition: I challenge my male readers -- particularly my beta readers -- who have girlfriends to an asshole experiment. When your G.F. makes you genuinely angry I want you to yell at her “SHUT THE FUCK UP”. Credibility will be added if you do it in public. This will be tough for you to do, but my presence will be with you, like the unholy spirit. Visualize your balls physically growing larger when she says something that pisses you off.

The Brothers Grim Punkcast
The Brothers Grim Punkcast #424

The Brothers Grim Punkcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2023


Episode 424... A Veterans Day theme somewhat. Some war and soldier flavored tunes mixed in with a ton of newer Bandcamp finds! Including some sent in by Reseda's Shut The Fuck Up (Paul from Chicken Head Records ZINE), North Carolina's Mania For Conquest (thank you Sleepy Floyd), and Long Beach CA's Glassbomb (genius D-beat name)! Be sure to check out the "shut up" and war songs playlists on YT as well. Thanks for the support! Enjoy!Listen to Episode 424: (scroll for set list)On ARCHIVE.On Apple or Google Podcasts, hit "play."On blogspot, play it below:Listen to The Brothers Grim Punkcast:ARCHIVE.Org - hear/download past episodesPUNK ROCK DEMONSTRATION - Wednesdays 7 p.m. PSTRIPPER RADIO - Fridays & Saturdays 7 p.m. PSTApple PodcastsGoogle PodcastsContact Brothers Grim Punk:brothersgrimpunk@gmail.com - In a punk band? Send us your music! Want us to make you a punk song? Email us some lyrics!@Punkbot138 on Instagram@BrosGrimPunk on XMore Punk Music:Bandcamp - Follow us and download our albums: Brothers Grim Punk, Fight Music, and more!YouTube - tons of punk playlists, from Anarchy to Zombies!Shut the Punk up...Reseda CA Make Punk More Dangerous Again 0:45 Shut The Fuck Up Make Punk Dangerous Again Fuck The Likes 0:45 Shut The Fuck Up Followers Austin TX THOUGHT CLOT 1:49 Scorched Earth Demo 2022 Indonesia Hardcore Punk Full Of Power 0:52 Nooks Break The Chain The Veterans - Charlie & The Surfboard Factory (bkgrd) 2:03 RTTB.Records Summer Feelings Volume 2 Wilmington NC Bloodthirsty Scheme 1:46 Mania For Conquest The Endless Bloodbath (unreleased) Italy Una Guerra In Tv 1:18 GOLPE Assuefazione Quotidiana Sweden stoneage mentality 0:55 DISPOSE The garbage sessions Kill Yellow Fever Recs SUBHUMAN 0:58 NO MODEL THE DEMO Noisy Violence Recs Mexico Human Bag Of Thrash 0:49 Defenders of the Moe Protesting Is G*y Philly MARCH OF THE MF'S 1:16 DELCO MF'S THE MARCH OF THE MF'S UK Forward Into War 1:25 MOTIVE Controlled Confusion EP_La Vida Es Un Mus Meanless War (bkgrd) 2:33 Crocodile Skink A Comp.._Tribal War Asia Record Long Beach BUCKSHOT BREAKFAST 2:12 GLASSBOMB demo stuff 2023 Soldiers of Sorrow 1:01 COLONY·DROP One Year War March Them Off to War (This is Business) 2:38 common enemy As the World Burns Soldiers Of Hell 1:22 Chaka Freedom Punker Vol 16 Trouser Gallery 1:50 WARCHILDREN 'S/T' EP A-bomb Solution (a thousand nazis less) 1:22 GEFYR Split LP Crooked System 1:33 Convulsion War and Suffering EP SC L.A. Toi Soldiers 1:44 Fester Youth Promo Dead Soldiers 1:21 Deprived Resistance In The 1980s Armageddon Singalong 0:36 Unwritten Law Fat Wreck Chords-Short Songs For Short People KATORGA - War Of The Future (bkgrd) 5:32 V/A Crust Punk 2022 D​​​-​​​BEATING Vol.3 Blessed are the Guns 1:21 Disflesh The Beginning Of The End Realities of War (Discharge cover) 0:58 FORGET Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide Existence//Extinction 2:04 Aspects of War A Look Into The Nightmare EP NY War Knife, War Gun 1:18 Grawlixes Grawlixes / Unknown Liberty Split War Crimes 1:12 D.R.I. The Dirty Rotten CD Warvictims 1:10 VISIONS OF FUCKIN WAR Swine Parade War Effort 1:38 War Effort War Effort Veterans Of Future Wars  0:52 HORSEBASTARD GIRAFFETERMATH. Soldiers 2:39 Pennywise The Fuse Amputated (bkgrd) 3:47 Warfare State S/T Austria Is This The End? 1:13 Disclone Realities Of The Battlefield - EP

Paranoi Radio Podcast
The Turning Tide! W/ Flash from Flashy_News1 & Trebles

Paranoi Radio Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 29, 2023 31:11


Tenacity, vigoricity and a bit of BALLS! I respect a voting democrat more than US born citizen that cares less about the nation and selfishly doesn't exercise his or her right to vote. Are you complaining cause of the fucking shit stains on your front lawn and because the problem is already at your front door? Tough luck!!! IF you didn't vote or execute a plan to make a difference then SHUT THE FUCK UP. If you stand for nothing you'll fall for anything. Quote “The global elites are frightened, horror stricken and hysterical at the idea of Trump taking office and they'll do anything to prevent it from happening” and quote! The following special guest hails from the East Coast, battle hardened and swinging the axe of justice I give a warm welcome the voice that's dismantling every perverted fantasy in government climate today. A father, warrior, husband and personal friend FLASH from Flashy_News1! Welcome Flash! Tell ‘‘em about you and where they can find you! //FOLLOW FLASH @flashy_News1 on IG https://instagram.com/flashy_news1?igshid=MWZjMTM2ODFkZg== And follow us @ParanoiRadio on IG https://linktr.ee/Paranoiradio Drop a 5 star review in Apple podcast ☂️

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

I walked in locked in; Pistol cocked, and pointed towards my head You'll only want me when you have no options left, Or when I'm dead “It's clever” They all said An ambitious endevour End this life, and be devoured By the miester and the misters of the hour How about now? (Or–) How about Now, or How about Now, or How about Now? Or, How about now, or How about now, or How about now? Or, How about Now, or How about Now, or How about Now? Now or Never I said “That's clever” or “How about Now” What do you want from me? I lie for a living; A literal drama queen, don't eat turkey on thanksgiving I'm the worthless word for Surface level thinking on this Earth, or Picking hearses with my cursor, Mercenary, Mercury, or Just a Mercer–But not a Mercedes; I'm paid, but I hate paying; Made the game, but I hate playing I remember making hate to be created Just for entertainment– A belated invitation, Now i'll face it, Back to Basic– But she's laced with Masonry; A tastemaker, maybe But she just wants a family, Whatever that means Wow. How about now? Fuck this. Homelssness. I woul rather kill myself than stay alive I'd rather die than fight Don't want to write this: I'm just a diamond pressurized And i might never see the light I'll never see the lght I see the light There's no honor in suicide But i've devided my mind a million times And now like dynamite in a mine; Collapsed, collided, ad defined by All divine; You'll never see me shine, But deep inside I'd blind you; Guided by the tide, I've come to find you Down, I dive I'm not alive, you know I'm always misaligned But that's beside the point Another suicide attempt Is in the midst– But just what is it; More than just one, is it? Rather die than listen to Skrillex Or take pills just to chill with it For real? this shit again? It wasn't real, all to begin with It's only mental illness cause i'm penniless Now i've got so much to deal with Another wound to heal, Another deal, perhaps I'll make another million in a year, If i'm still here– And i”m still here– And i'm still– Who are you now, and— Who were you then; And— Which part of this, would you want— Or did want, Or just wanted Pondered before in a vision, Outfitted in hooded drapery, The heaviest fabric; A rosary hung from his neck But can't recall the connection In this ressurection I can recall him, But never remember The calling Let's call him Oh, fuck man. ‘Friar Tuck' THAT WAS IT. The high priest of asencion, Was burned in her memory— Not as a friend, But a friend of the enemy; Who she loved and protected, Despite all the envy, She felt for Persephone— Just an unjust figure, A fictional figment of imagination But— Who was I then And who am I now; And what part of him, Would I want, if I wanted Or wished for, Or honored A friend, long forgotten Not a high priest, But a Friar That was it— But before, As Mary, Joseph, and Jesus On the front lines of the war, Not to be started, but ended, as in Preparation, a blood sacrifice I've prepared In a premonition that I'd Give my whole heart again Honest, And honestly slain in the eyes, Of a man I remember, But didn't, when it mattered— Then did, right in front of him Who are we now, and— Who were we then; Let's find out, As time's running out again “Yes, I know him.” She sighed, eyeing from over the rims of the glasses she purchased only earlier to assure she had hidden the tears that she cried for Him— Neither a friend or an enemy, rather The ghost of a shadow she hadn't yet met with again, since he entered her presence Shifting into a tent Now, ripped from the pages of a book she cherished, A page which she promised to never diminish or tarnish would go up in ashes, As totems would fall, Wishes would become granted The PyRAmiD Spell (For Pasquale Rotella) gave gave the man honorary doctorate, and then reneged it, nigga thought he was actually bigger than big sister sick spitter, rip n dip listening to anything but Skrillex that shit is for kids ‘Check it' I hate midi gimmie a synth, something gritty, I'll make it pretty Come and try to get me, I been dead for centuries, Unsolved like a mystery This image don't mean shit to me, I sit to think, I wait to speak, I leak some information on the interwebs just to see how fast it comes back to me I'm actually a master “Untitled 07” It's like a 24/7 job, can't get no rest in, At best you're looking like a slob I kamikaze ‘em all, I am your mom, I will tell you what you are, to me By now, you should know, or see Just a name on my computer screen A friendly neighbor on Easy Street A wish, A lucid dream, A misalignment, so its seems So let me tell you what you are to me: Just make believe (Just make believe) Just make believe (Just make believe) It may be evil (Make believe) Just make believe (Just make believe) A lucid dream I'll tell you what I've seen, and what I see (and What I see) I dare to dream (I dare to dream) But please believe me, I'm as evil as can be Don't let my anything deceive you I'm a fleeting, bleeding Beaten bride to be No, don't believe me I'm the fire and gnashing teeth they preached to you May everything I've written one day reach you And beseech you, Just like you did to me Now let me tell you what I see; Just make believe (Just make believe) It may be evil (Make believe) Just make believe (Just make believe) A lucid dream When I wash up on the beach, From blazing fires of burning seas, Let me sing you all to sleep For every tear I often weep To dream of you A lucid dream Just fucking make believe; And I can make believe we fucked Just so I can get to sleep (Are you proud of me?) Hey. (Sarcastically) Oh, Come In. (Sighs heavily) I fucked up. I'm not surprised. I'm not surprised. Don't copy me. I need help. No arguments there. Dude, I'm serious. __ So first of all oh God, now what– I'm not racist You're extremely racist Racist By Proxy I'm not Racist They do look alike. Check this out: WOAH. That's…not a coincidence. That's definitely not a coincidence. Fuck. This. Shit. Here, take this. So, you dropped this totem… Uh-huh. In the ocean. Yes I did. And that one Ooof. What about– That came off on the moped. How? When I came off the moped. So you admit it. SO! He only let me ride it cause he wanted to ride ME! Nice. Did you sing to him? Uh, I sang for him? What's the difference? Here's every song I've ever written about X.X Just kill yourself. Should I then? I mean, perHAPS. I mean, maaaayyyybeee. You know what? I do know. Fuckthisshit. Fuck it, then. I'm out. I quit. Go find SupaCree. This…is impossible. Nothing is impossible. Except for that. Oh. “Oh.” No, i'm serious. You look serious–I'm just saying. What is this? Don't touch that– What is it? It's– [a tiny explosion] –ugh. Volatile. What the fuck are you into? I told you. You said “music.” What is “Music” [very deep pondering] I hate you. We have to find her. You have to. What! You're not going to help us? I have other things to do. Like what, dude? Like what, broh. Feed My cat; Your cat died. Walk my dog– You don't have a dog. I'm getting one. Oh, Jesus Christ Don't get all religious on me, now, not after that. Not after what? Yeah, which thing? ___ Man. Get me out of here. [shrugs] I hate being stuck in your head. What is THIS. Uh. play dead. What's up with your dog. Ruff. Good boy. I'm a girl. Uhhh–good girl. Wait. Hm. Did that dog just– [???] Nevermind. I've been up for 6 days straight. Tour life, buddy. Ah-huh. Uhh. Can I take a shower in your– Take a sho–? [dog grumphs] Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks. *Shapeshifts* Wow, that's cool. It's so stupid. I came in late to the office, so to speak; it had been an off day, after an off night, plagued by what I was sure to be some sort of demonic magic—I was moving slowly, off beat, and irritated—nevermind the lack of energy, as I moved about as steadily as I could—making arrangements for the next trials to come, as it seemed nearly impossible to move ahead, and yet—somehow, I had been given what seemed like one final chance to survive, or not. I had spent the first part of my day, somehow waking with a gust of light, and ready to take on the tasks at hand—then quickly wiped of anything holy in me by the outrageously disgusting hacking and howling of the seemingly-programmed man-or-something-alike, and into a manic-semi-conscious desperation to piece together what was left of my life—seemingly nothing, but somehow still pieced and patched together by music, the overriding theme being that I would be quickly booted out of any position unsuitable for me; and by now, I was just about unsuitable for everything, besides gym crawling and throwing together pieces of literature unlike any I had before seen, as I was, assuredly beginning to look in every direction for other writers which may have matched my style of the then-present day and age, and to my shagrin had found nearly nothing to gawk about, but at the very least had picked up some novels noteworthy in nature, as they had made me laugh, or somehow otherwise caught my attention. Now in my Arsenal, I had one novel, each respectively written by a woman, a white man, and a black man—every book I had otherwise been drawn to written by black women were, upon cracking to open, too-stereotypically black, or about being a black-girl in some kind of way I knew too much about and had absolutely no interest in reading. I had no idea what caused me to look into a world I had all but shut out of my mind—this someone and something had haunted me for months and even growing into years now, first affectionately, but now growing into an uneasy and painstaking, critical list for something deeper. I hated my ex husband for bringing me to this, and, as I looked at the clock at 5:55 exactly, nearly vomited in disgust at the sprawling obsession I would have to somehow quiet—as there really was no halting the plague of tragic recouping thoughts of Dillon Francis at random—now, daily, for quite some time, even as the automatic writing had nearly stopped entirely; I had become entrapped with daily reminders of things I had written, now welling up with spite and anger, that I had even allowed myself the obsession to begin with—especially after what had happened—or what had not happened—with Sonny, whatever way you wanted to look at it. Now; just left with a burning lust and motion sickness beyond my wildest control upon approaching the matter if it all, nonetheless with peaking curisosity, as he had walked in and out if my dreamscape like a picturesque bandit, even hijacking my own sexuality—now almost didn't want or dream of anything else, and with the un presidented amount of ‘decoys' life had thrown at me—Bruno, the bird speaking man from Belgium with the eyes that burned in striking similarity to Dillon's—and then again with Gabriel, the man who had hired me to DJ in the small cerveceria in Mazunte, who could have been his brother'; a dazzlingly handsome, if not perfect near-replica of Dillon Francis, who, by that point, i couldn't even bear to look at, let alone conjure the spark or touch of romance—even after multiple suggestions that he and his girlfriend had just broken up. I never allowed myself for a moment to believe or think that Dillon—or any of the men I fawned after, for that matter, in reality, a very short list—would ever be settled with the idea of me as a perfect fit; no, I sat in the certain reality that I was cursed, living in the opposite exact of the Allison Wonderland archetype—a woman who I theorized may have been Skrillexed and Dillon Francis'd herself—it seemed to be a pattern of hypnotism I was finally wrapping my head around, and even had learned to respect if not envy: I wanted the codes to create my own version of the worlds I had been spun into—and while I would more than likely never be a light skinned, light eyed beauty Queen; perhaps my own kingdom was meant to be of wit and wealth, rather than vanity. Still, headed back into the desert, I found myself scrolling through open guest lists, excited to take my longtime best friend turned literal goddess club crawling, looking for industry and network connections, if not at least a sex partner that could keep up with my needs, now furiously tearing at me from the inside out—as I scrolled, RSVPing for any acts I hadn't yet seen but had heard of, I found myself trailing off in thought and perhaps looking for something I hadn't realized I would stray into; I knew specifically that Dillon had a residency at the Wynn, and —though I also knew I wouldn't be caught dead at this point anywhere I knew he was, or especially stupid enough to pay for it. Now it was torturous, knowing how regretfully physical my attraction had become—understsnding from my interactions with the aforementioned that I was drawn to Dillon for his features—his eyes, his hair, and everything in his silhouette from his jawline, to his lips and brow drove me absolutely wild—however, I had learned about my very fragile psychiatry from my obsession with Skrillex, or with Sonny—neither of which I wished existed, adding Dillon Francis to the list of fictional characters I pushed further into my imaginary incineration box, where I put everything that not need affect my actual emotions or actions; Dillon Francis, a wealthy and talented, very handsome man—could not exist. I wished more than ever that I wasn't dark skinned, that I wasn't heavy set, that I didn't come with a flaming dumpster full of trauma and baggage that no man wanted or needed, but especially not the wealthy and handsome individuals I had spent very much of the last passing years writing about and fantasizing over, finding it respectably impossible to even have flings or sexual experiences without either of the two most rampant figures of my infatuation crossing into my mind and shrouding me with guilt and shame—and yet, here they were, so out of my element that I continued to agree with myself and the universe that it would be dillusinal to think myself a match for anyone so high-achieving. Nothing I could do or say could shake the fact that despite all my efforts to break through, all it had seemed to do was create a broken down individual, ready for enslavement in the working class just to stay housed—my music aspirations both hanging above me, and somehow fading away into the distance behind me. I hated myself. But more importantly, hated Skrillex and Dillon Francis for living the life I somehow thought I wanted and needed. What is the definitive definition of the word Skrillex? Skrillex: noun...right? What, you don't know? I know! It's...a noun...right? Right. Right--- ---Right! Could also be, an adjective, I guess--i? You guess?! You have to know. I mean--- Coughs ain't shit Skrillex ain't *coughs Satan ain't shit Bitch suck a dick Slit ya wrists On ya pissed off Little ass nigga. A loud, abrupt cough disrupted my focus; I was 5-sets-of-8 out of 8 and just feeling my heart begin to pump, as sweat poured from my temples and my sunglasses steamed “Man, fuck Coughs.” Whoever she was, even if it was just one of my infinite inward selves, this was some satanic shit. Now I hated Skrillex—not that it mattered, and as he was a living legend in computer animated music, or whatever voodoo shit he was responsible for that had sparked an entire uprising of revolutionary artists and producers spanning a generation or more—and I was damned-if-I-did, and damned-if-I-didn't love, like, or listen to him; all of which I did, besides the latter higher love by Whitney Houston, God rest her soul, blared over the gym's loud speakers, as I, more than likely looking just as superficially occupied as any basic broad, scrolling away on Instagram or texting her replicas, jotted down the rest of the thoughts that had nestled themselves in my mind's eye, as the coughing, which had followed me everywhere for nearly four years, beckoned to something—searching for purpose if not means to an end. He had Kayla Lauren, a plastic, streamlined representation of the all-American-deem girl, not to mention a “collective” of other broad women of sorts, probably all inwardly clawing just as I had at one time, for a piece of Sonny's heart, or whatever was left of it, after what I could have only assumed to have been a blood sacrifice of sorts, for his placement atop such a steep pyramid of success. What if, every time someone coughed—someone took a picture? I thought about the millions of hacking imbeciles and inbred, backwards savages who had crowded my ears with the putrid sounds of Satan's show choir, a coughing and excessive hellish representation of how the human race had gone awry; If I had been famous, or on my way to it, I would be burgeoned with photographs, as I had been in Mexico without knowing why or how—people sometimes slinking behind their phones as if to secretly capture a candid photo, I myself, pretending not to be aware of it. Cough cough. Ugh. If every cough represented a fan or something of the sorts taking a picture, I almost reveled in the thought—I would have rather had a million flashing cameras at once than to hear another ingrate hacking up a lung in Satan's honor. I was horrified at whatever Skrillex was, and whatever OWSLA meant, though I broadly showcased the tattoo on my inner-right forearm, opposite of Sonny's—the boy I was sure was murdered by the fame monster itself, as Lady Gaga, though admirable, had blatently called it, or herself, or whatever “we” all were or had been once, or would be, collectively at the beginning-and-end of it all. I had seen broadly into the realms of infinity the night previous, and had settled on one, astonishing fact: all of infinitely combined shared a concéntrical center at which at any point could be accessed. Even typing such a concept, I knew it to be life-altering…if I was even alive. To think, I used to hate deadmau5– I hate deadmau5– You know—after that spat with Skrillex. GO TEAM SKRILLEX!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! who the fuck is deadmau5, anyway. But here I am, decades later. [skrillex] FUCK THIS NIGGA. I needed something to help offset the damage that was done. [someone coughing loudly] Fuck this coughs bitch! [trying on small clothes] Ohh. [kayla Lauren] [sadness] Aww. [dillon Francis] —well how was I supposed to know he was a— STOP RIGHT THERE! I'm...not moving. Yeah, you're not. Uh, okay? You know why? I didn't ask— You need THIS: What is this. I'll tell you what it is [beat] … Okay—what is it?' ILL TELL YOU WHAT IT IS. — Technically, If I do this every day, I can eat whatever I want— Just eat it. No. But I won't. Well, why not? Too Fat For Skrillex. — [C.C. Arrives in the parking lot to find her car has been vandalized...again.] ...Skrillex did this. On Jimmy Fallon. On Jimmy Fallon. Alright, then, kid—it's your dollar. I'll take “Skrillex Did It” for one dollar. But he's halfway across the world! He can shapeshift! Don't be stupid. What—! He's a shapeshifter, for real. We know! Just don't say it! I saw it. We all have. What the fuck, bro— Where did you come from? I've been here. Haven't we all? That's the spirit. What's a spirit? I'm glad you asked. As SUPACREE walks down the street, a man in the passenger's seat is seen to be the Egyptian God ANUBIS, before shifting back into hidden human form. Which one's that? Anubis, right? Googles 'deities' Oh, there he is: Anubis. Good. What's he want? Whatever it is, that's not what I was looking for. What are you looking for? That dark thing. Which “dark thing”? Flashback: That's inside me?! Flashback to Kite at Bass– UGH! Canyon. That's it. That's what it is. LET ME OUT. It's gonna destroy something. She. She–yes–apparently so. CUT BACK TO Fuck you, Skrillex! Stay over there and be Skrillex with your fucking–models–and you coughs piece of fucking–peice of fucking shit, peice of shit. Oh SHIT, who let him in? I mean, it's Skrillex. Yeah, but who let him near SUPACREE? He does what he wants. I heard that. Fuck you, Skrillex. That sounds deep. I guess so. What even happened? Nobody seems to know. Oh. –Except these guys. Who the fuck are you? Where did you come from?! CULT FOLLOWERS Yes–”WHO” Yes–”WHERE” Uh, okay. SUPACREE Fuck this shit. I quit. You can't quit. I just did. Fuck Skrillex. Ah, shit, here it comes. Go ahead, the worst he can do is cough at me and make me homeless. *loud obnoxious coughing* Do your worst. *more loud coughing* Fuckin'. Satan's pet. Satan's not real! Then neither is Skrillex. Amen. (Cult Followers, In unison.) Amen. [SUPACREE exits furiously.] What…the fuck. Pause. Wait, is this marketable? Yes. How? Cause its Skrillex. Skrillex is clickbait. What the FUCK did he do? *COUGHS* I mean, I bet– Fucking–motherfucker. Fuck. Well, now what? Now, nothing. I'mma go get a regular job and see what the industry wants with Jessica. (((Oh, I think you know what they want.))) ((Oh, God Knows)) I thought we weren't doing that bit. We're doing all the bits. MORTY. JESSICA. Oh yeah. Even better. C'esme't sighs heavily, unamused. My liege. Don't be coy with me. I would never. There are hardly any things left you would never do. If not only because I had done them all; But to be coy, with you, my Queen is neither desire or pleasure. You are clever. At your discretion. I began to wonder if I may have looked as miserable as I was, as even though I could not see my own self, walking about in my day-to-day nothingness, the expression protruding from my face felt as if it might look as lifeless as I was beginning to feel, no longer wholly choking back tears but still moving and barely breathing in the awful circumstance of doing and being–I had felt the light itself slowly draining from my eyes, and even things I loved with all my heart could not in any sense brighten this dullness. I felt Godless, and at the very least loveless, lightless, and without my magic, somehow having lost my soul and my singing voice at once. Yes, it was terrible–something was wrong, and I, without becoming the star I had so wanted, was already washing up. Homelessness drained all of what would have been a magnificent energy all together, left to become someone I wasn't sure I even liked, and seemingly cursed, as most recently, no one else seemed to like me either--still, I almost let myself believe something bigger was at play, or perhaps in the works; I had been relocated just perfect walking distance to the gym, where of course rather than look for work which would only urge me closer to suicide than I had been, I elected instead to spend a majority of my time, crafting my days around getting there for the bare minimum of three hours, but ideally closer to 5 or 6, always aiming for 8 and almost-always giving up not because I was too tired, but because I was drenched in sweat, and something like the discomfort of a wet diaper, just wanted to be fresh and dry. God, Help me with this affliction Pick a clip, Flick the bean, And watch Netflix I'm stressin, wet and undressin This sexual tension is serious Salad, with no dressin I'm the lady in the red dress, and yes I write blank checks, so when I go to Heck, I bounce back like, “Yes.” [YES] No pressure, It's my pleasure; I'd rather be in leather than in latex, lathered up Present, or past but honestly, neither matters; Just give this to Marshall Mathers, And a Dad Hat; AMEN Hey Kids, Lets not say “Amen”, After we say hanuss shit, okay? Today, I'm Eminem, so I can finally find Skrillex, And kill him: My mission is to introduce a new religion to humans, called STOP BEING STUPID. Stop Being Skrillex. Well, Alright Then. [Presses Easy Button] “WELL, THAT WAS-- CUT TO: -__- SUPACREE wakes up from a coma; In a very SKRILLEX, Get out. [He just does.] ...Where's Dillon Francis? ...Dillon Is Dead. Dilon Francis Died. He's...left us. ...Nope. Yes, he is. SUPACREE, I'm Sorry. Don't be sorry. Be Dillon Francis. The Coma--You know---must've-- You know. Nope. Where's Pasquale? Who is that? Oh, fuck this. No, wait, stop! STAHP. Bring Skrillex Back. I never left. You're never there. Here, Tres Leches … Dulce De Leche. You know what? What? NO. NO? NO. __ ALRIGHT, WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS? Who is that? STOP PLAYING GAMES. DILLON FRANCIS is in THE VOID, trying to beat THE LEGEND of SUPACREE. It's a really good game. DILLON FRANCIS (cracked) “It's a really good game!” GAMERS It is, a really good game. So good, in fact, that when SUPACREE herself arrives, S/He pays her almost entirely no mind. Really, Dillon Francis? ... Really, Motherfucker. DILLON FRANCIS I'm The Captain SUPACREE No, I am. (I AM!) She gestures that she is about to unplug the TV DILLON FRANCIS Don't do that. SUPACREE What? I am (I AM) Don't do it again! I told you, it's-- IN Dillon. DILLON Don't FIN. SUPACREE Unplugs the Set. DEADMAU5 FUCK, MAN. FINALLY. SUPACREE Be Less Canadian. JOEL No, I can't DILLON FRANCIS No, He can't-- JESUS No, he can't. [Beat] DILLON IS SHATTERED, as at the last moment (before the determination of the outcome of the battle, it entirely ceases to exist. Moments of silence pass in infinite tension, before DILLON, looking much like an uncomfortable, overheated, skinless (live) chicken, meets a soon to be boiled crab. OH, MY GOD. GAD/SUPACREE/C.C. That's... what they call me. *coughs* -UGLY!- *coughs* *coughs* GOD. GOD No, not you. DILLON FRANCIS ...Oh, My God. GOD What, Dillon Francis? DILLON FRANCIS Are you SUPACREE? GOD I...Am. DILLON FRANCIS Oh My God--I am too! GOD I know this. DILLON FRANCIS Oh My God! GOD Yeah, I know! Woah, he's Fangirling He's fangirling so hard. Well, wouldn't you. Ask me about IT.” (IS/IT) 3 heads are better than one; This is a a game based on truth; The more you ask, the more you know; The more you know about me— The more you know about yourself— The more you know about yourself, the more you know about the world You are the world. Ī ∆ M Ū. Goddammit! You son of a bitch. She won't watch it I bet she will They know I will He knows I am! I am! Oh, there we go—it's on Get off me! Goddammit, Dillon Francis! I hate you. I hate you BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK! GO BACK–WHEN TO THE WYNN!! Right—! Wait—- Not yet— I know the code. Oh she– she knows what the code is. What did I put it in? I get it, I get it, it's— Not now, then! Not then, now! Not— Wait—- DONT! ...then, I die. The DJ VALET AND THE DJ BALLET THE BAMPHERAMPH BALANCING ACT WITH THE CHAMPION OF RAP?!? ...ohhh, wave dash, I get it… Ū Alright. GOD This is the part where you don't sleep. SUPACREE Oh no. GOD You've been ‘Don't Eating' for like, 8 months now. Now it's time to Don't Sleep. SUPACREE Yikes. Û You can bet we'll have it done by the beginning of next semester. GERALD Next semester's set to not even be in a classroom. Ï Even better. Remote binge worthy media. Excerpt From: “Blū and The Cosmic Owl” ... ...Having found the fallen owl, he glances up at the sky, just as another shooting star flies by. In awe, he stands at the giant animal, who pants in a tragically cry in pain. He sorrowfully glances into the bird's giant eye, crying as his tears spill into the trail of blood, a sparkling dark purple river, streaked with the silver streams of moonlit tears and the golden gleam of a lucid dream; her dilated pupils reflect all the cosmos, sparkling through the three round dials; some sound, which has never heard or even fathomed to be made, a vibration ringing as it aligns with his light, which also shines now through his dark brown eyes; He is hypnotized, nearly full of light in a state of trance as he begins to float upward, levitating just slightly--A SUDDEN FLASH OF COSMIC LIGHT, as the wounded bird, morphs into a matching [humanoid] being, abruptly changing the frequency from a hypnotising lull, to an ear-shattering, soul startling and painstaking frequency. As they both hover above the ground-- still in levitation, he quickly looks down worriedly, then back up at the being--now matching in age, as The Princess, a pretty poised and painted warrior, adorned with the royally decadent white and purple trimmed fashion, crystals and gemstones of the galaxies imbedded into her sashes. He's enamoured and intrigued, less terrified than excited; however her eyes, now changing a through colors of neon light, reflect her terrified and painful confusion, having been wounded with the weapon of ‘man'--he falls toward the ground, suddenly, groaning in pain, then turning into a fetal position from which he cowers in fear under her. A tear, which has formed in her eye, nearly falls; she forcefully reabsorbs it back into her eyes, as she calms herself down, lowering gracefully to the ground. She crouches over him, thinking twice quite literally, before angrily kneeling over him, yielding a ball of fire out of one hand, holding him by his shirt with the other--he cowers in fear, now--his awestruck chased away by the apparent power of this being; she quickly throws her fireball at a nearby bush, lighting it as he glares at the sight slightly stupified by the fire light, which he likes. A splash of water drenches him from head to toe, blasting off his pink glasses and shattering playful spry outlook with a very grumpy pout, as he stands up, dripping from head to toe. She stands, one leg crossed over the other, another dream of water floating in her hand; as he stands dripping, she blasts him again, with the intensity of a firehose pushing him back. Taking awhile to get back, she waits, meditating by the bush as a campfire, as he, still dripping approaches. She looks out of one eye, unassumingly continuing to meditate as he approaches the fire, which he sits by, as closely and cautiously on the other side, trying to get dry. She looks at him from the other eye, calmly sighing as she blasts him with the surprise of an almost blow dry, which she provides by colliding her hands stretched outwardly towards him; the heated gust leaves him looking somewhat like a freshly groomed poodle--his dark brown hair to match his sweet and gentle eyes, by which, his glasses having been blasted off a third time, he notices as he pushes up on the bridge of his nose, realizing he's lost them again--before he can even (literally) think to retrieve them, they float, guided by her telekinetic twisting of her index finger. BLŪ ...thank you... Still unable to form words, she just gazes at him from over the firelight, sternly searching perhaps, for the way to create a translation between her native telepathic ways of communication, or any of the alien languages--she is unfamiliar with this, though captioned in (several, actually) alien languages, we, as the audience can perceive any of the dialogue just to be "english". PRINCESS Why would you do that?! BLŪ What?! PRINCESS What you did to me! BLŪ I didn't mean to! PRINCESS Mean to what? BLŪ Shoot you!? I-- PRINCESS Why would you ‘shoot' an Owl!? BLŪ An ‘owl?' I'm sorry! I didn't! PRINCESS Didn't what? LOOK. [She appears, even still, to be wounded.] BLŪ I--I never-- PRINCESS Never what? BLŪ I've never seen an ‘owl' before… PRINCESS So you just--!? BLŪ I'm sorry! PRINCESS What were you attempting to do? BLŪ I don't know! PRINCESS You don't know? BLŪ No! I just-- PRINCESS You? BLŪ I...just… PRINCESS You… BLŪ I… PRINCESS … [She appears to be bleeding through the sheath of her bodice.] BLU ...Are you ok? CYPHER I: ‘The Coffee Run' This is my job, Like this is your job I look at the jaw I want what you want This is my planet we're on This is is my plan, I got lost in it Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm not You just want a nut with a butt I just want a bud-- [Sample, Dillon Francis: Hey Buddy! (The Coffee Run)] --I'm not your buddy. Ah. Look at that car; I'm on a coffee run at McDonald's How much does it cost? A dollar, one— It's like putting gas in my car, I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna Call Jimmy Fallon to borrow a dollar. It's a coffee run A coffee run A coffee run; You cough, I run You like? I'm fun The west was won by everything under the Sun, Run it This--soul. Yes? It is...of light? It is. And? (A concept unbeknownst the the dark and evil underlords of Satan's realm, which has expanded far beyond hell, into the upper reaches of our world, consuming in darkness everything it can.) Something else… What? Something powerful. It is...beyond words. How? That is, yet to be understood. Mmm… ________________ INT. SOMEWHERE IN ALASKA. DAY. [Before the initial collision... ] DEVIL Exited for EDC? Ï Are you serious? DEVIL Is Dillon Francis going to be there? Ï Dillon Francis? DEVIL Yeah. DJ Dillon Francis. Ï Uh. I don't know. And I don't care. DEVIL Why not? This guy is awesome. Ï (rolling eyes) Since when do you listen to EDM? DEVIL I don't. Just Dillon Francis. He's fuckin hilarious. Look at this. VIDEO: NEED YOU, NGHTMRE & DILLON FRANCIS Ï Huh. CUT TO: DILLON FRANCIS arrives through a portal onto Venice beach, just moments before SUPACREE arrives; Where he is ‘kidnapped' into an Egyptian crystal shop. CUT TO SUPACREE What the FUCK! Dillon Francis isn't the answer to anything, even if someone is pointing at him, asking "Who the fuck is that?" HANZEL Wvell that's because ze answer is "DJ Dillon Francis" Ū Exactly. SUPACREE Oh, please. CUT TO: INT. THE GREAT SALTAIR. SALT LAKE CITY, UT. [SŪP∆ is on the lineup; she prepares for her set. She lurks down into the dancefloor, hiding in the risers, looking over the crowd to read the room. As she peers into the corner nearest to the bar, she suddenly stops, tipping down the rims of her glasses and squinting sternly, scanning over the large group...she intensely scopes a tall, and lanky brunette hunched drunkenly in the corner, one sleeve of her I'll fitting oversized jacket hanging off her shoulder unevenly. Even from afar, she looks tequila toasted.] SŪP∆ Yikes. [She looks down at her [watch, which appears to be a early version of the Synesthesia Panel] it is 7:35.] SŪP∆ (CONT'D) Annnnnd--the night is young… [She peers once more into the corner, to see the girl stumbling towards the restroom sloppily, hunched shoulders and struggling to keep her oversized jacket "on", over her high waisted shorts, accompanied by black fishnets and babydoll crop top, stomping in her stupor towards the restroom. She thinks for a moment, then exits downstairs intently. Downstairs, She is greeted by one of the stagehands. They PLUR and hug. ] DIMITRI Heeeeey. Happy Rave Dayyy. SŪP∆ Every day is rave day. DIMITRI I wish. SŪP∆ Wishes come true. DIMITRI Ugh, I wish. SŪP∆ Don't waste a wish on a wish. They all come true. DIMITRI Think so? SŪP∆ Know so. Like--know-know… so…don't wish for stupid shit; you don't know how many wishes you actually get, so just...be...specific. [He is starry eyed, gazing at her in a dreamlike trance.] SŪP∆ (CONT'D) ...like super specific. DIMITRI ...Specific…Wishes… SŪP∆ ‘Rollin'? [DIMITRI nods happily, bouncing to the upbeat bass house music coming from the mainstage.] SŪP∆ Just kicked in? DIMITRI (shaking head in agreement) Yuh. SŪP∆ Water? [She produces a bottled water out of "nowhere" (the void in her energy field which manifests items most needed/useful immediately [DIMITRI takes the water, amazed that she literally pulled it out of nowhere right in front of him; however, his Befuddled expression suggests curiosity that he is "tripping", which he quickly shrugs off, still bouncing happily to the music as he takes a drink (nearly the entire bottle), giving him life. (As he catches his breath, he looks up to see a tricolor of gumstucks fanned before him, his eyes light up.] SŪP∆ Spearmint, peppermint, winter fresh. DIMITRI ...ohhhh shittttt, winter fresh…! [He happily takes a stick, as the DJ loops [live sampling] the word "fresh", and they share a dance breakdown; Dimitri finishes his water and starts on his stick of gum. She produces a trash bag out of thin air, gesturing vanna white style, again as DIMITRI 'checks' himself, clearly unaware of Supa's Powers.] SŪP∆ Trash. [He enters his trash into the bag, after which, it immediately collapses, as it vanishes.] DIMITRI ...what was...what was that. SŪP∆ That...was...trash...magic…bags…brand...bags. ((( ))) (Magic Isn't Real!) SŪP∆ Oh, fuck, right. DILLON FRANCIS(in the next dimension over) DILLON FRANCIS Is. SŪP∆ Uh, Personal Space. DILLON FRANCIS Telepathy wasn't invented for "personal space" SŪP∆ Telepathy wasn't invented at all. DILLON FRANCIS Exactly. It's--Magic. Hence. SŪP∆ This has been previously established. DILLON FRANCIS I'm reinforcing the foundations...established...previously. SŪP∆ Uh, Don't you have half an album to finish? DILLON FRANCIS Uh, Don't you have a rave frozen in an unstable time warp, just so we can have this conversation--? Which, by the way, I'm pretty sure does not comply with aforementioned...reinforced foundations, Previously...established… SŪP∆ So what's the other half of thAt… was it even an album. Is it an EP? DILLON FRANCIS Nice view from the dancefloor, by the way, Jeez--JEEZ! I mean, I guess once you get used to the view from the stage, behind--you know --where the actual DJs...DJ. Behind the decks. In the DJ booth. For the DJ. SŪP∆ ...k… DILLON FRANCIS Which you're not. SŪP∆ Oh, I'm not. DILLON FRANCIS No. You're just...Dillusionally, probably permanently and terminally...not a DJ. SŪP∆ ‘Not a DJ.' DILLON FRANCIS Not a DJ. Right. SŪP∆ Not a DJ...with Magic. DILLON FRANCIS Maybe, mildly, weirdly magic--definitely not a DJ. Ever. SŪP∆ Okay. Not-- DILLON FRANCIS Not ever-- SŪP∆ Oh right, not Ever--s BOTH --a DJ. DILLON FRANCIS I'm glad you finally understand. We so, so appreciate the FANS, though. SŪP∆ BIG fan. BIG Dillon Francis fan. DILLON FRANCIS I know. I have…I'm telepathic. I'm also a DJ. Like, a real DJ. With...fans. AND albums. SŪP∆ So many fans. DILLON FRANCIS And albums. Like, tracks. SŪP∆ Right. Tracks. Got That Track Magic. DILLON FRANCIS Tracks. SŪP∆ I just got that, fan magic. And you know, actual magic. Thanks Dillon Francis-- DILLON FRANCIS DJ Dillon Francis SŪP∆ Right. DJ Dillon Francis. So many fans. DILLON FRANCIS but you're my best fan. SŪP∆ Best Fan! DILLON FRANCIS BEST FAN AWARD. SŪP∆ YEAH. DILLON FRANCIS FAN CAM! SŪP∆ ONE FOR THE FAN GRAM! DILLON FRANCIS THE *BEST* FAN GRAM. SŪP∆ YEAH. [Posing for a selfie, she uses one of her rave weapons (which is, actually just a regular iPhone) spitefully flashes him into a cross parallel dimension, outside of Bampheramph jurisdiction, trapping him in an intractable dimension; the photo created a time warp and intersectable checkpoint in time. She unfreezes the rave.] DIMITRI ...magic…? SŪP∆ Uh--no! ‘magic'. The music is magic, Just trash bags...brand...yeah. DIMITRI trash...brand...bags... SŪP∆ ...yeah... [They continue to dance; she nervously looks over her shoulder for possible alternate versions of DILLON FRANCIS At the end of the break, an immediate change of tone--she readjusts her outfit and hair, collecting herself in a snap--grabbing DIMITRI by his shoulder and pulling him closer, crouching lower into a "gameplay" position.) SŪP∆ (CONT'D) Now, business talk time. DIMITRI Serious face? [She nods adamantly. DIMITRI tries to straighten up, and "get serious, still bouncing along to the beat, adjusting his sunglasses.] CUT TO: EXT. THE OPEN SEAS. DAY [In a nearby dimension, As SKRILLEX and *alt* DILLON FRANCIS continue to battle, they cross paths at sea.] SKRILLEX Nice Dinghy, dude. DILLON FRANCIS It's...not a dinghy. It's a miniature yacht, and you're talking a lot, for someone that's more of a prop, than the dialogue. SKRILLEX Prop. Plot device. Main character. Oh shit dude--I might even star of the show. DILLON FRANCIS She's the star of the show. SKRILLEX Not without me. [A BAMPHERAMPH teleportals onto SKRILLEX'S boat, tagging him, BAMPHERAMPH TAG, YOU'RE IT. [He disappears into another portal.] SKRILLEX I'm it. DILLON FRANCIS Nah, you're just “Skrillex.” SKRILLEX That's--all you need. [A MOTHERFUCKER portals onto SKRILLEX'S boat, via another portal, handing him an *object*] MOTHERFUCKER Humility. You need it. SKRILLEX ...I made the HUMBLE remix. MOTHERFUCKER Yeah you did. [THE MOTHERFUCKER disappears into a portal; SKRILLEX unwraps the object; It is a pie, labeled ‘HUMBLE PIE.'] SKRILLEX Hm. FLASHBACK: BASS DROP, HUMBLE (Skrillex Remix) CUT BACK: As the bass drops, the pie explodes; This leaves him covered in a very fruity mess, and a *bass face* CUT TO: INT. OWSLA HQ. DAY MANAGER I don't think it's good for you, If you do this movie. SONNY/SKRILLEX Movies. It's like a series. Or a saga, oh--god, I don't know. [DILLON FRANCIS shows up, out of nowhere.] DILON FRANCIS Yeah. She is. Like a God, and you're not, man. So you know...I mean… SKRILLEX Actually heh. First of all, you tell me what the price of ‘Everliving Skrillex' is, I'll wait. DILLON FRANCIS My pants are currently selling for 69.99 right now. SKRILLEX My left sock was 69.99 this morning. MANAGER Why are you buying individual socks--??? DILLON FRANCIS Why are you buying socks in the mornings? MANAGER You're up late, how are you even up in the morning?! DILLON FRANCIS Do you ever sleep? Does a Skrillex sleep? MANAGER Who are you again? DILLON FRANCIS I'm Dillon Francis. DJ- Dillon Francis. SKRILLEX Does a Dillon Francis DJ? Or wear proper fitting pants? Or do anything? Anything cool at all? Yeah actually--He pushed Skrillex off a miniature yacht! SKRILLEX ...What? [DILLON FRANCIS portals them back onto the YACHT SCENE.] *alt* SKRILLEX and *alt* DILLON FRANCIS are still fighting; They are now both on the deck of SKRILLEX's boat, DILLON FRANCIS's mini yacht burning/ devastated by what appears to be a giant kraken in the background.] ALT/SKRILLEX FUCK YOUR MINIATURE YACHT. ALT/DILLON FRANCIS You're a miniature yacht! SKRILLEX Is that US?! MANAGER I told you... ALT/SKRILLEX You're not a good villain. Or at anything, really! You're just…'Dillon Francis. ‘ ALT/DILLON FRANCIS And you're just stranded in the ocean. ALT/SKRILLEX It's okay, it's hella refreshing! UNLIKE YOUR MUSIC. ALT/DILLON FRANCIS You know what--? DILLON FRANCIS (to his alternate self) I got this. ALT/SKRILLEX Huh? [DILLON FRANCIS blasts ALT/SKRILLEX into a portal, which whirlpools him into an alternate dimension; SKRILLEX and the MANAGER look on in horror.] ALT/DILLON FRANCIS Oh God, Finally! DILLON FRANCIS Yeah, I know. ALT/DILLON FRANCIS That took FOREVER. [DILLON FRANCIS rolls his eyes and hands his alternate self a small object*.] ALT/ DILLON FRANCIS By the way-- [He opens up another portal, reaching out just to jump into it, exclaiming:] ALT/DILLON FRANCIS (CONT'D) Tag, you're it. [He disappears into the portal.] DILLON FRANCIS OH, GOD DAMMIT. COMEUPOUTDAWAHTA, S U P A C R E E M I X X __________ SKRILLEX Get off my Alien Planet! Don't touch it! It's my alien planet, nobody land on it. DILLON FRANCIS Suhweeet planet… SUPACREE No! Don't land on that planet! [He lands.] SUPACREE God DAMMIT. GOD I can't do that. You know I can't do that. It's a whole planet just--give it time. SUPACREE I gave it spacetime! I am time! GOD I know you are, dear. Just be patient. SUPACREE Be patient? He went and put his DILLON FRANCIS all over it. JESUS Let Dillon Francis play with your planet, yeah? SUPACREE What?? No, can't have it, it's my planet. No. JESUS But he already put his Dillon on it, you know how that goes. SUPACREE I do know how it goes. I wrote it. GOD How does it go? It goes: SUPACREE --No--No--Dillon Francis, go home. /SKRILLEX No planet for Dillon Francis. SUPACREE This isn't Dillon Francis Land, it's closed. And also Not. Your. Planet. Go. Home. GOD That had a lot of heart, hun. SUPACREE And no Dillon Francis. JESUS Actually, it had a lot of that, too. SKRILLEX Aha. SUPACREE --Aha, well it's about to have a lot of not-that, I'm about to knock the not-that-hot-sauce off his-- /SKRILLEX --mini yacht knocking-- SUPACREE --sock-rocking-planet-blocking-motherfacker!!!! RAAGGHHH…!! /SKRILLEX AGHRAHGHHGH!!! JESUS Whew. Did you just eat a McFury? SUPACREE MAYBEITWASAFUCKISDILLONFRANCISDOINGONMYPLANETSANWHICH. SUPACREE + SKRILLEX FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. JESUS sounds like a lot. / Sounds Like A Mouthful. SUPACREE/SKRILLEX It wasn't. Ever. Never. / It's not. (Alternately) _______ DILLON FRANCIS Hey. This is a nice planet. Ū He's gonna be like-- DILLON FRANCIS Like flabbergasted. Ū Past Flabbergasted. Did he see you land? DILLON FRANCIS Yeah. Ū Good. Lol. Did he get the coupon? DILLON FRANCIS --Yes. (Previously) [Dillon Lurks In The Background with the SupaCreepers (binoculars). SKRILLEX finds the coupon.] $-FREE MCFURY. SKRILLEX ...oh, shit. Mm! Yeah-yeah! CUT BACK TO Ū Hehehe. EXT. AN ‘ALIEN' PLANET. SPACE THE SKRILLEX Enters The Atmosphere. THE SKRILLEX 'I AM SKRILLEX' S- Sunnï Blū, Ninja Guru Singer/Songwriter Ū- The Anti-Anti-Hero, the Superhero Persona, Ninja Assassin, and Mothafuckin' Bampheramph P-PEACE (Piece, Piece of the Puzzle, Piece of Pie, etc.) Problemo (Exists when too many plot holes and complexities arrive, also “The Pretender”, who just ignores when crazy shit happens, questions all realities (?) Alt+J- SUPACREE, The DIvine Trinity C- (Copyright Symbol) The Original Cree, Alternately Chak Chel, the ancient spirit guide ‘trapped' inside of the Physical Body to Accompany and Assist through magic, rituals, and energy manipulation through music, time space, and all reality which exists within the fathomable and expanding infinite consciousness. (thought to be ancient, however actually originating from hyper intelligent and extraterrestrial existence in the outer realms. Caricatures (“Characters” Based On Various Entertainment Artists Personas, To Be Played (As themselves) S-Dillon Francis U-Dillon Frances P-Dillon T. Francis A-Dillon Flances C-Dillon Glances R-Dillon France Is E-Fillon Dances E-(Fictional Dillon) Francis/Is Pasquale -DJ Hanzel -DJ Rich As Fuck -Gerald -N(E)RD (Pronounced” NED”) Sonny Moore/Skrillex -Hereby referenced to as SS, there exists “Infinite Skrillex” variably throughout the Multiverse, however, Skrillex himself is (secretly) the singular (and seemingly random apparent “phenomenon”) of his kind. A rare and shiny seemingly shapeshifting sorcerer, the concept and use of “Fictional Skrillex” is separated into a multitude of characters, uses and ambiguities explained throughout the series. *Spoiler*, Tying into the Theme of an Ever Expanding (and alternately, Collapsing/Compressing) Infinite Multidimensional, The Term Skrillex can refer the the Persona, or Person as Himself, but alternately is used as a noun, pronoun, verb, or adjective--even sometimes as a profanity, or to be referred to as a “race”. Sammi B,/LSDream/Brillz -Sam I Am (Festival Trip Alter Ego) -I Am Sam (Festival Trip Second Alter Ego) Pasqualle Rotella A nameless, untranslatable into spoken or written language symbol, to be decided. An Ultra-Omnipitent giant (predominately purple, but emanating all colors of the cosmos) Galaxy of Ultra Concious Light Waves, SoundFrequencies, and Own Planetary Solar System, Boasting Stars which rival our own sun. A brilliant Collection of Space Dust (A relative of “Fart”, from Rick and Morty) Evil Pasquale Pasqualle Is Dillon Francis Mr. Rager (Underground Pasqualle) A No-Named Burner and Ultimate Raver, whose domain is the kingdom of the underground rave scene--he detests the mainstream, traveling (across time, as an undercover Bampheramph), Wally (Never started Insomniac, Works At Walmart as Greeter. Never Raved.) In a homage to the second back to the future, U has traveled back to 1993 to create a reality where Google and Insomniac, etc. are owned and operated by SupaCree, skewing into an adjacent timeline in the future where her superstardom and rise to fame begins as a child star on Disney Channel, crossing multiple timelines interdimensionally intersected on the Infinite Grid so complex, it begins to create a disastrous series of knots, loops, and voids, tangled now permanently into the fabric of time. Wally is asked to fill in for his coworker in the photography section, where he develops photos from a disposable camera and is enamoured by the dazzling magic of EDC captured on camera. His eyes widen as he glimpses into the photos; it is love at first sight. He makes doubles of the photos, later creating a vision board (used as a totem, easter egg throughout series) Wally's World lol The Ascended Masters The Psychonauts The Bampheramphs (& Mothafuckin' Bampheramphs, Respectively) The Insomniacs (& Pasquallians, a secret sect of magicians, sorcerers and alchemists, seers and mystics carefully selected as keyholders to ‘The Secret Gates', a secret interdimensional transit system hidden beyond VIP (VIP+, VIP++, VIP+++, and VIP (+/-) which actually contains an underground city, a massive classified compound which exists between cross dimensions, allowing for shifts in the timespace continuums and temporary constructs of reality adjust by a mastery of manipulative conception, a complete control of energy--even allowing for such things as matter to appear, disappear, The Toxic Avengers, Traveling across the Multiverse to Avenge the annihilation, assassinations, and massacre of The Infinite Skrillex {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential
“The Gayest Song Ever”

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 17, 2023 22:55


KASKADE enters obnoxiously. KASKADE YO. MAN. FUCK YOU, KASKADE. KASKADE [WATCH YOUR] LANGUAGE MAN, SHUT THE FUCK UP. KASKADE GET UP— FUCK OFF, KASKADE. KASKADE —And get dressed. I'm already dressed. [beat] KASKADE You call that dressed? —I'm not naked. KASKADE Yeah, but you're not dressed. Fuck you, dude. What did you do. I TOLD you not to play this song. I WASNT PLAYING. I was LISTENING. What's the difference! SUBWOOFERS. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential
Location, Location, Location.

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 12, 2023 22:08


Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so— Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth One day Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me, too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. Cross my heartHope to dieWish I never seen your eyesI'm emptyDidn't see a thingI just heard a ringing in my earsI heard you thought I wanted diamond ringsNahI'm just singing these songs you wrote to myselfI just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled“Things I'll get to later.”And I will,I have Will powerAnd you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...Because...yes, I was looking right at you—Write about it? I have to;I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,So what am I supposed to do—?Just not?What am I supposed to say? I said“Stop. Get out of my head.”Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in itCause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than thatAnd I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell intoWeeks ago,Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,Would beWas chosen—But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—And listen to the words nobody else can hear,When your music speaks.Maybe “I see you” was accurate—Maybe “I hear you “is all that's leftMaybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.Because we don't know each other,We're just in the same places a lot;And most of those places are just,Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...And the moonlight...That was the other thing I saw.Until next time. Got me stress eatingIn-n-out of meetings all dayIn-n-out sounds okay“No, you're out.”Sounds okayOkay—Are you ok?Not like Annie—I mean, you can be—But that's not really my thing;Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ringI don't fuck with thatAnd you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?Nah, I'm over thatPut me on the guillotine—Read between the linesI was fuckin doing everythingFuckin doing fineI was on my grind—Didn't have the time for noExplaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublimeI hate the lime-lightPay attention to me harder andI just mightLose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—I miss the shit I came up on,I admit:I miss the days where I had fun andP.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a testDon't need to study the materialIs really all here—just pay attentionAttention deficit disorder;My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:You feelin me? Scary Monsters, and… In silent desperation Waiting for a cause To the effect of your reflection Pretty is, is pretty does Nothing breaks like a heart, and This is the heartland Careful where you tread Every corner has a landmine Surpassing hunger's grip There are monsters in your midsts Awakened demons in the Light and darkness calmly came upon us Resting is the wicked But my blindness is in hoping Certainty was lovely But I had to move away Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My wishlist is full of Equipment I need, To complete me: I need me to make me a star, but only so I can afford to go far And be single; Go tell Kris Kringle He missed me-- I don't have a chimney; but I have a fire Inside My Heart. (Well, I guess it's a start--) Nevermind, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor, It's horrible, send me an angel For the top of my tree cause thee last Starr I had broke The spirit of Christmas-- (And half of my face, so) Half of me is so displaced, And, the other half's floating in space Somewhere, and... I miss my son Bearr, but I can't be there-- It's unfair how Awareness is blinding me barren I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could, I would. I would. I would. ...just to say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. I saw myself skateboarding Through all the hallways, here Wearing a Santa Suit Handing out Kandi's And blasting my favorite DJs; The music of Music producers who made me… It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying-- Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas-- I miss my Lexus, but I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy; That's my Ode De Joy, Merry Christmas. (I'm Sorry that I had to miss this, dismiss this intention I set, miss my favorite set-- (1, 2, 3 times, a charm) I'll just tattoo my arm Lost the bet, but I can't lose this job; I was robbed of my Christmas, cause Corporate owns me-- I'm ever so lonely O Holy Night, I mean Oh, Holy shit: You're right-- I forgot To name all the Monsters and Sprites Despite all my tries, No surprise-- It's the light in my eyes Dying on this Christmas Night Turn Off The Lights I'll Miss Lights All Night Merry Christmas. Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but I'm losing my, losing my Mind And my youth to the fact That if I don't come back I'll fade Back To Black At the end of the act and I won't have a job, so I don't know, I guess this is my Merry Christmas. Chopstixx And this is me Eating with chopsticks, with two hands So hungry So empty Waiting for someone to love me. Screens ...and I can't see the world you live in Silver screens and digital, digital scenes So serene, the sea I swim in; See the natural world. With Light & Love There is light, shine it You are love, define it 333 The world is waking up (The world is waking up) But I was just asleep (I was asleep/I was asleep) If the world was just a dream (If life is but a dream) Then this is reality. Death Wish I live in this place, that I hate Blank slate, and slated; contemplated suicide, once or twice but not now not now— I just have a death wish. All my past selves are colliding; I've been inviting the chaos, and wondering why, why, why I must live inside of a digital box Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder who myself is— Maybe it's selfish, but I have a death wish I live in this space, I've created I cannot hate it, it's comfortable, peaceful, relaxed and though i've been abandoned by man, I just dance, I don't wanna hold hands right now, right now Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I) Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder How could I How could I How could I Be myself. Spider Bites Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites It's right outside my window paneAnd the pain I have insideCombination of guilt and prideI can't hide in this placeI almost died in this place Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Songs in my head that I can't writeWrongs I can't rightMy clothes are too tight,I just mightI just mightDie in this place Face it, look at this faceDisfigured and fakeDarkened and sunbakedDisgraceful, I hate itAnd maybe I waited too longThought I was just being strong Now everyone thinks I'm a liarI'd set it on fire,Watch it burn—The city to which I could never return. Sleeping with spidersWaking to sounds of silenceI see the lightSleeping in spider bites Sleeping In Spider Bites Sleeping In Spider Bites 1:15 AM Little lonely planetSpinning on my axisI don't need my glassesTo feelLittle lonely ladyMisses little babyAttracted to you latelyToo realI'm sorry, it's been cloudyThis can't be about meIn a crowd you can't seeMy faceStanding in a cornerFighting for my honorNo this isn't reallyMy placeI'm a space cadetSucked in a vacuumAnd I'm losing itThought I could find youThe stars look so marvelousI never thought it could beI guess it wasn't meantFor me Nobody's Type Everybody got preferences, Don't need to be checking my references You say that I'm hella exotic I say that your energy's toxic Bad mind be robotic I'm not sick—I'm not shit It's obvious: you're oblivious And she's envious of my (shhhh) Why? Trust Fall Trust the process, don't let go. Synesthesia Sensory overload I saw the sun explode I know I've been exposed To those (x3) echoes Runner Twin (True Flame) Shh. Don't speak, Just feel—it's real. I love you. Yellow. I sense that it's mellow... And running away—it's ok— I'm insane & slightly deranged... But I love you; If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is. Please forgive me for my sins— My subconscious wins me over, And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way? What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way? I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually. But, I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love you. I'll always love. 48 Days Later Desperate? That's how it gets It's been about 48 days of this shit I'm crazed for this shit Been dazed. Extra? You betcha. I'm not trying to hear it Not trying to go near it I stay clear of it SHUT THE FUCK UP. I need peace And then you woke me up My life was in pieces And you're having fun? Dissecting me at intersections Sending me in opposite directions Wasting my energy Wasting the synergy that could be If you would be Listening to me as much as I HEAR YOU. Stay clear of me, I don't want you near me Do you hear me? I need to be satisfied Not made to cry Or made to think I should shut up and die (By the way, I hate black guys.) So fire away. Hands Sign language The new divine language This anguish is vacant; Apologies, this isn't me. I'm squinting, trying to see The light? It's bright. “Silence so I see...” I smile pleasantly At me I Live Here I live here 15 more days I'm not paying your way Cute trick, but okay This is lame ... I live here; I heard all your lies, By passing the time— I'm just a passerby But I try...not to cry. It's a synthesis... I meant this shit. 3 Times Is A Charm I hate goodbyes Cause you never said it I hate replies Cause you never sent it I hate good highs, I'll admit it; Cause I know what's below 3 times, and you know— Something bad's coming. I'm Dun Been abandoned about 100 times Not gonna take it at another person's pace I'm not running in someone else's race This is my place This is my new place Haste makes waste; Now I'm done for. Cryy Just another ghost I ain't gonna cry about it I'm not gonna boast I'm not gonna cry about it (Pshhh. Burnt toast) I ain't gonna lie about it Almost Not even gonna try about it So close I ain't gonna cry about it I ain't gonna cry about it Patience. Alaska 8, LA -3 Not smart enough? That's tough. Not brave enough? That's ruff Got fat on ya? That's fluff— Enough stuff—have a puff. Must Be ADD Must be hard to be Jon Must be hard to have 9 TVs on Must be hard to be hard Must be hard to fuck blondes Must be hard to go on-and-on... Must be. On Me Wear my heart on my sleeve; If you died I would grieve you I didn't believe you There were two blue planets Dammit— Thought I had you at “Are you okay?” But it's just me. So, sorry… it must be hard Being on guard all the time Don't know what your life is like Won't try to guess I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test I know I failed. And if I was you— I prolly woulda bailed On me. So-So Sorry sorry, I worry-worry No one will love me Like I love the world. And I do know you— But I do owe you an apology... Technology...is too much for me Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times. You know who you are; You set the bar too high. Now it's too late Another obsession— I'm just a mental case. Sorry honey. You looked at me funny... And I fell apart. That was the start Of another broken heart Priest Not suicidal Fuck an idol Music is like my bible I'm liable to read it to you, Judas. Alaska's On Fire Smoke & Rain Purple mountains Burning fire Red sun Lights & lazers Celebration Never ending Have fun Goodbye, I Love You Twisted state of consciousness This world is in Chaos I lost you at “hello.” Hey Mr. Mojo Risin There's smoke on the horizon For miles...tired eyes don't lie; Look at the sky— Wondering ‘why' I Do This is what love is at a distance Had you and then gone in an instant Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower Danced into the midnight hour Wondered why I turn a shade of blue Brighter than the planet that I knew I love you— From a distance. I'm sorry that I missed this chance. Just let me have final dance. I know the moments passed, true... Want to think I know you like I do. “I Fell ” Throwing elbows Who the hell knows How many times I've been hit How many times I've been choked Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first And what's worse is I kept my mouth shut, even after he split it open— I was hopin he'd at least open his heart Instead he departed the apartment Started Making threats about all his regrets, Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies— Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said? He ran off. Left me with scars on my head— Blood on the walls, and the bed Red Lips Always Lie; You know why? I had two babies cryin' And he's flyin down the highway Tryin to meet with a “friend” Only told two people then, Lied to the rest of the world: Was Peggy's best girl Till he literally rocked my world. I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep— Lost my power, got weak And I think to myself “Why did I ever go back?” Lacked the confidence to leave— But now my heart's on my sleeve, And my sleeves are uneven, Cause I'm still grievin Might have still had two sons If I had just packed up And run away. Instead, I'm alone today. You predator, I'm the prey... But I still pray for you. Hunger Within ‘What are you hungry for?' Always wanting more One's not enough— But two is too many. Is anything worth remembering? Rainbows round the sun; Halos round the moon “I didn't see anything... I didn't hear shit.” Maybe you were too lit— Maybe it was legit magic I thought it was fantastic, either way I only wanted you to play With me Stay With me Dance With me—mama Mia— I see everything History Mystery... Destroying “me” The longest ego death that ever was, “Never was.” “...fuck it.” I wish To dismiss Your sweet kiss on my lips Fuck it. Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive— And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves. Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds Everyone uses something Everybody uses somebody Being Aliocha What does that mean? I'm hearing things, it seems Electricity, energy My family and friends taunting me Codeswitch How do You go, from ‘me—to you Did what you had to do Did what you wanted to: You're you. Seems like codeswitching Is bitching at people While listening to people Complain Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name Motion, Words & Wisdom Part paranoia— And part defense system Am I just sick? Or am I a victim. You're speaking when you're speaking You stop thinking when I'm thinking Meanwhile I keep repeating— Motions, words—wisdom. Deja Friendly faces Looking in my eyes— Telling me something; yet saying another. “What?”, I ask. He answers “I'm here” I'm hearing his voice... On his presence I ponder. I wonder how much is true: ‘Who made who?' It's Deja Vu—I cant help it. Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do It's still you—I love you It's fucked up, I miss you; Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue. 16 Clubhouse Avenue I'm in the chamber of love The chamber of love Looked up and and I saw you I feel you just above ground And I'm calling you down, down You're the one I'm thinking of Seagulls and doves Hand in the sand and i draw you If I step into the sea I would probably drown, drown Swaying in the sound of deafness Can't you see that I'm so reckless Keep me waiting leave me breathless And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat The sound of your heartbeat Melting away in the body heat Keeping the Rhythm with my feet (With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat Living on love street Babe I can't wait till we next meet Keeping the rhythm with my feet Turned the page, I thought the show was done I was only trying to have some fun Lo$t This is not the place for you Turn away There is something better You are so alone in this world We are not your friends here Look at how you've grown This is now, and the times have changed you You will not be safe. . . Go collect your thoughts You're a ghost Look at what you wasted Dancing by yourself The world has eaten all your trust The embodiment of emptiness And empathy, at best Finally flew the coop And then retreated to your nest Go get some rest, bird Be seen and not heard This world is absurd Take away the night Take away the light Baby, I saw you take flight Feeling like something's not right... Fighting with all of your might Turn up the lights Feeling like somethings not right You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight You're blind tonight You're too precious for this restlessness No freedom on the guest list, this Is one of life's great lessons: Go home early, count your blessings Exxchange I swing like a Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum My mind is on the run Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum I'm in a party of one Be And if you love something, Let it go And if you lose someone Let them free That's all you'll ever be (is love) That's all you'll be You'll be Bass Canyon 2k19 Refrain? You're insane We had this conversation on the plane Ignoring all the pain inside You watched me walk away I'm afraid you got paid And in the end that it was made To make me kill myself again This is the world that I live in This is my universe (You said it was ours) This is my universe (I watched you for hours) This is my universe (I sent you pretty flowers) No you didn't Watched you spin it I was crying every minute Saw your heart and I was in it Played your part because you been it Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S***** But I really can't admit it You're a secret You're a savior You're my planet You're my flavor Honey, do yourself a favor And just tell me what you savor You're a genius You're a vibe I'm just glad that you're alive If you won't let me join your tribe? I guess I'll have to build my hive Queen Bee LSD Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be Haven't even dosed you see: I don't need no ecstasy I haven't been smoking weed But sometimes that's the thing I need You planted all of satans seed The world I see is full of greed Changed my body Cause you put your Hands between my thighs And you were sposed to be my guy I think about you all the time And you know why Secret passwords and some rules I can apply When I walked by the place It's no mistake I peeked in through your eye The West Wing Take someone suicidal, Put them in a box Take away the freedom Take away the sun Laugh because they're hurting Learn to roll your eyes Keep them even longer When they call out all your lies Joyful, joyful I cannot trust No one's loyal Attitude adjustment I was spoiled rotten with Candy and soda But that causes everything, everything to start over Pick your poison Prescription or addiction Look to the horizon Never see the sun Venice Venture I loved you the moment I saw you; With wonder I finally saw you— Where is your soul? I wanted to hold you, I wanted to keep you whole Jumped into a hole and thought of you Jumped into a hole, and— I saw there were two I wanted to fill it... But wanted to feel you, too. Pod Of magic and memories Wonder and light Have you picked all your pennies Washed all your stones Counted your blessings Rested your bones? God rest your soul Praise The Skyy I missed work, But I found the rainbow I found myself But I dropped my halo I don't know about tomorrow But my futures so bright, I— Might just be the light, I— Might just see the sun-light Through the cloudy days Amazing, Praise the sky Origins When we were the ocean (echo) Before Father Time Remembrance of the divine It just was Nothing and everything Happened at once Just because It was all just an accident The happiest accident The world We were We are We are still here I am You are. We are still here. You Are What You Wiah Be careful what you wish for All of them come true Be careful what you wish for Nothing is ever untrue If it's there In your heart—in your soul In the place that dreams are made In the place that you were born from Your spirit speaks, So listen: Do not let go of what you know You have always known it Wishes Wishes Wishes are your truth Be careful what you wish for Your wishes become you. AlllStaR We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor The journey hadn't ended— You've been on this expedition— And we've walked for miles and miles We have danced below the sunlight Even glided with the moon, right in the Heart and in the eye Of something-city. It never really mattered, being pretty Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free. Back to Abbot Kinney There is something we forgot The plot thickens like my waistline— All the sugar they refine, a goldmine Rotting minds and taking time away— Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay; Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline— Each palm a psalm, To each his own To teach, to own It's a lonely, road But if only, only... (From Holes) ‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh... The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies... As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only' All is Well We don't need another song about... Because they're all about... And all my songs are about... Left it open, But it slammed behind me And I loved the sound Because it was meant to be Left it cracked, Like the egg that I am And I am in my own shell All is well All is well Butterflyy I am beside myself I am inside myself Abiding by rules I might have made Siiickness Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? ... R3AL What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? What is love/ What is real? SUPA And You can't wear your heart on your sleeve With an S on your Chest But you have to believe You can do it Western Lights Diffractions in traffic Aurora Borealis Love The World Hate my job Hate my face Hate my life Hate this place Love the world Hate my life Hate my hair Hate my thighs Love is there Love the world Believe in Everything, have something To wake up for Believe in Everything, it's only Time to go When you say so, so Love the world Heart—Sleeve Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you Hate myself Hate myself Hate myself Love you More and more Don't Go Like the sunlight reflects off the snow I just hope that you know That I love you Don't go I love you— Don't go I love you— You know And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Wannabee i wanna be alone i wanna be alone i wanna be alone Don't wanna be lonely Need someone to hold me I only need one But since there's no one... Stare into the sun I just wannabe— Wanna be Wanna be Wanna be (Wanna be?) Done One Just one me Just one world Just one tree; Just one girl M&C Misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company And misery is company— You're losin' me. Planets And we're just two gaseous planets passing by Twinkling I'm your eyes Ships passing in the night Noontime Take me to the Grammys I wanna meet the family I'm tryna keep it classy But the world is pretty trashy My license is a class C I'm average as I can be I want the presidency, so Somebody educate me Back To, Unh I'm late for my train Plain Jane, plain insane Look up, I see a plane I eat weight and then I gain it Clarissa, I can't explain it I wax it and then I wane it Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it I hate bread but then I ate it I love cheese and so I grate it I love food and so I plate it Love DRuGs I love getting faded But lately the world is jaded So (Sung, nah-nah) I stay sober—found a four leaf clover Frozen in October Alaska getting colder When they say it's over, I linger, Get closer I need more exposure Cause I am getting older This instagram is closure No selfies and no posers Close your—mouth please Lose your spouse please Because he took your house keys (Choking sounds, gasping for air) I need fucking therapy— A doctor who won't lock me up A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness Do you get this? No. You don't know. Nobody really understands my self destruction plan But I don't really ‘need' a man, Because I wrote “I am” And, “And.” And—this is my Land ‘This is our world This is our sand' (box) Thinking about getting dread Locks I don't need headphones I need Aux— ‘I want to hold your hand' Awwwwsss— Walks on the beach I am a beached whale I am a teacher I'm gonna set sail Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people So tax free so evil Evil knieval midevil Shirts I was trippin on shirts Avoiding them flirts, the worst Laying me down in a hearse I never rehearse Live my whole life in reverse— I'm Benjamin button It hurts-hurts The world is George Lucas's first, Work From something to nothin, It works, church From First and to Last Every verse, verse Somebody come help break this Curse curse Demons in my universe—verse Remember you asked who came first—first (Two times?) ...it was the egg. Go break a leg. I don't have to beg I'm going to Vegas. Bitch I'm gonna be famous Bitch I'm already A-List Bitch I'm friends with the greatest Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design ‘Bitch you look fine' I promise, I'm not Promises, promises Thought I forgot ©racked Hacked Maybe because I'm black Maybe because they thought I'd attack Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it I don't know what to call this shit; Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime Bus lines wasting my time Wrote the bus song on my own vibe I don't write songs all of the time, But when I do, I use blue and my ‘Do' frame of miiind. Gotta find the right sound pack Gotta get a new backpack Gotta be myself, that's whack I can't go back I can't take that Can't fake facts: I've been hacked For no reason, that's stupid I left right on time Apple reads minds now, Google makes plans now I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain— Need my phone to get by, Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home— Cause I can find north, of course—- West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can Walk for miles and miles It might be awhile to apply my airline miles, But I got different styles or writing I'm sick of fighting with myself— Pull the trigger already “No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat” Oh. Started working on my suicide note, And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid Little Head. Nam Dama Mi That's an inner thought: Keep it to yourself Put it on the shelf, You're a mad man Do you remember me? I am the stars you see And the answer that you seek, Is the blinding light. Fight the tide, You're hiding— Wasting the days Resting Rest In Peace to the Rest of them, Following everyone's footsteps They're practically sheep, but You keep keeping up with them Friends? If only, if only. Depends on If you're feeling lonely, I guess. Do you remember yourself? She was healthy Do you remember her death? Falling victim to captive Both weakened and wealthy Was he, who Could see you Practically couldn't believe you Who was that? Inherited panic attacks from your past— Life goes on. Dos Mi like Viven LA or en Vegas? Dos You a writer or you tryna do this music? Dos Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames? Dos Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala? Dos Laundromat Undercover 88 Crown Vic Victory is mine History is mine Hollywood bungalow Yucca & Vine Fine line between champagne & wine White lie When I say “I'm fine” Fine dining, I have no spine Calling the bank cause my card was Declined Ladder I climb I'm falling behind The children born after me Never you mind It's such a catastrophe Body & Mind Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind I need my glasses, Please help me find them I cannot see you— I'm Daphne I'm blind *gasp* “Are you okay?!” No—not today I fast and I pray that you won't go away I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay Good-hey, good, I need you to play My favorite songs when I go to the rave My favorite favorite favorite place One day they'll probably send me to space Because I belong to an alien race Cree-Cree phone home... I hate my phone I hate the phony Instagram hoes I hate my body Wanna go home Death is a freedom When we all fall asleep, Where do we roam? Noam Chomsky Write me a poem Cute pomsky— Wish I could show em. Dog show in dogtown You know what's up The tide is down I said surf's up If up is down Enough's enough I'll prob'ly drown Out Sounds How Now Brown Cow Tell Father Time That time is now There is no past There is no “how” There is no “try” There's only “do” There is no “I” There is no “you” The universe is 2+2 It all adds up It's all in view You know what's up And I do too For you are I, and I am you Absolutely: whooo are you? I am, he is, You are, he is, You are I am We are I am They are I am Me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sunny, sunny days Happy birthdays 60 earth days, or so I've been crazy, so... Here it goes. I chose you, And I don't suppose you know Cause I don't know you— Don't owe you an apology, But apologies, please accept these Tokens of appreciation For all the elation, and sensations I'm so sorry. The complexity of energy astounds me— Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you, And I missed it. Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side— And that's fine; he has a nice vibe But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy I'm kind of blind, but I can read between the lines— Every other song was a sign That you could be my guide; Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart So... Thank you I'm sorry I love you I miss you I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely— I'm sorry, Sonny. Sorry, sorry. You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music. I'm too sick to cope, And I hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. I really hope you're okay. Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs— The vibe attracted me. Disastrously drunk, perhaps, But I collapsed at the showers— Waited in line bout an hour hearing “Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex” Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking: “Well they couldn't be talking about me...” Because you wouldn't be thinking about me— I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so— Please excuse me when I say I'm crazy for you. Don't have a clue about your personal life— But a guy with a wife is off limits. I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there— And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle— Went full-throttle on no-energy... What can I say? Sorry again. Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story. I don't know who you are, And you might know who I am— Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out... Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one” Which is why I run away so fast... When things are too good to be true, I remember all my shades of blue I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket To whatever team you're on— But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on... Seemed your type. When I'm right, I'm right. And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia... But it's always Sonny on iTunes And always Skrillex on Spotify Mr. Mojo didn't die, He lives inside our hearts. You started it. I wanted it too badly. Ray bands and your hands under my covers... We could be lovers In a perfect world. Thank you for the music. I'm listening. Anna The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said “I wanna look like you.” And I could not believe her, Let my energy deceive her Cause I, cause I Wanted to look like her more. She said “ohh, I want hair like that” And I watched her stare, like that Thing on my head was a Bright shooting star; haily's comet I'd not let myself believe it Cause I wanted to look like her, more. Anna, you perfect thing Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen Anna, please don't— Close those pretty brown eyes, Your manna. Anna, you're what's the matter with me Can't you see? I wanna look just like you. Intense (Like Camping) Moon shaped eyes Shadowcast lies She silently cries As her memory dies Erase it away Just live for today Don't cry Just learn to lie better You know you're better off When you're off on your own There's nobody there, you're just dreaming It's not really cold, you're just sleeping— It never happened, you're dying inside, Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes— It's no surprise Slept until sunrise. Just Know Wherever you are in the world Whatever you do with your life Whoever you take as your wife Know that I love you I'm sending you wishes of love Protections from heavens above I am the owl and the dove So just know that I love you It's too much It's too soon Saw your face Met my doom I've been pacing in my room Know that I Know that I— — cannot hear your name again The world that I've been living in Is filled with taunting, torturous And ridiculing, I cant stand it, I— Stand it, I— Never had to clutch a pillow admire weeping willows; Just know. Tears will never ever tell your secrets I told you it was sacred, I would keep it; Just know. Can't reach out Drowning in sorrow and self doubt Would hate to Be left on The list of millions Hoping they can have you So I don't hope I'm holding onto rope Unwrap the heartstring Hope it's long enough To tie onto the chandelier You've seen me so much this year I'm hanging myself, hanging on Hanging on To you… So just know that I love you. In Hate [With Myself] Fat is ugly As I am As I am Black is ugly As I am As I am Would I believe in myself If I had beauty? Would I believe in myself If I was happy? Would I believe in myself Maybe, not likely I just want to die in peace At peace With peace Just as much as I have Love To give Forgive, me, Love For I am in Hate with myself Hate myself I'm in hate with myself Maybe too late for myself Maybe too late for myself Hate is ugly As I am As I am Fear is ugly As I am As I am Life is ugly As I am Thank You, You're Beautiful I Hate The ugly I see When I look in the mirror, But Thank you Because you Are beautiful. I Hate The sound Of My voice When I'm singing Over the radio But thank you Because you are Beautiful Something inside me Is fighting The blinding Light I so wish I was whole I'm the whole world I'm told to stay positive But I am positive Someone wants me Dead within the decade Mother Earth I am unpredictable Superstitious Unreliable Be my witness I'm not Rick I'm toxic I'm nauseous And conscious CAKE Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger; Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress; Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes— Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress. Smog Check Back to blue skies Under clouds of waste That we can't see But we created All the world is somewhat jaded So get faded— wade in the wata; Pollution is notta problem When you got a lot of em When you got a lot of em Life is everlasting Blur (Lifeless En Motion) To be lifeless in motion; A cascading glimpse At the thought of emotion Miss me by inches No wish of devotion. Sifting so silently; Lifeless In motion. Judgement Day My body was a trial Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired It hurts so bad You're on the road And I'm alone I just stuff my fat face with Anything that might Make me feel loved Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED Of living this lie So I wish I would die In my sleep But I keep on repeating This cycle It's sweeping my mind I find it hard to believe If I meet you again In your eyes and you'd smile I smile for your voice and Yes I'll always love you Shame on me Everyone knows that I'm (crazy) Every one knows that I'm (stupid) Everyone knows that I'm (hungry) But no one knows that I'm TIRED But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm But no one knows that I'm On my last lifetime Home Is Where The Art Is I have panic attacks on the bus every morning— Google maps throwing me off and often, losing my mind trying to find where I'm going; There's no place like roaming There's no place like home I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand— Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping— There's no place for coping There's no place like home I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me I'm finding the line is too fine to determine My side Side-by-side mirror images, Interesting concept: “Conception at birth” How abstract, subtracting Distractions, passing concessions & sundries covering all my expressions Of joy Enjoying Chos in color Home is where the art is. Bouts of insomnia, Battling bullet wounds; Inspiration's a gift of disaster— But soon, knives forks and spoons, A lamp for my room, and a broom, too; Home is where the art is. I'm in the cocoon, for now— Still learning how to be beautiful, Creating a canvas on my back, seeing— Everything, everyday. On my way On my way On my way to being Home. Fr33 Just the idea of being free Makes me in love with me Catch The Sun When we all fall asleep And the sun drifts away Some people stay up To Make up Theworld of next day There is no ‘tomorrow' So follow yourself Swallow it whole, The World: You are the whole Thing. Open your eyes-- All of them. Brownies & Lemonade I see lemonade everywhere But where are the brownies (Am I the brownie?) On my honor, I-- Will do. Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue I'm myself, because of U Saw through new eyes, today Something I never saw, at all And I fall in love With love With love-- With Love WIth U (Remember Me?) Whose Moon Is It, Anyway? All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night At least this is my last, last life BLU World I have been lost in a world of blue, wishing to share the world with you. Watch it turn from blue— to brown— to blue Drowned in the future Doubt there's a future Now is the future, they say They're watching you throw it away. HOWSLAW Superstitions coming true Tripped over a bag— I just wanted a flag or a backpack I went back for you [For] Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Justice Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Life Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for Lost and Forgotten Spirits Fasting and praying for Fasting and praying for You my love I am truth, I am light I am freedom in the night I am watching demons fight (In the night, they take flight) There's a spirit in my (Spirit in my) head and I can Hear it, In my bed the recollection of a voice I truly love Fasting and praying and fasting and praying and fasting and praying and…. Forgive me. Sunny Sunday I sent some love your way In my own world I can stay Hidden, Kept secret Give Victoria the secret, You may wonder if she'll keep it the devil gave her all the weapons to be cloaked in all the beauty of a body fit for lingerie angels never go away demons dance and play and wait for you to make mistakes Sheep adorned with lace perfect body, perfect face make Charisma avoid Karma and put Pleasure in her place. Find your place and keep it Lock away your secrets You may not believe it, but: The only world is you Sunny Sundays Crashing waves to the west And I wish you the best I just wish you the best A.D.D.E.R.A.L.L. And they won't give me Adderall Cause then I would rule the world Then I could rule the world ‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?' They won't give me things that would help me to mend the world Cause that would mean theirs is ending Fiends can't be friends and reflections, expectations of men in the eye of the beholding blind, leading wild, tides—moonlight fight with the demons he sent in the night, You're right: Stay in tonight. And they won't give her adderall because they know that she would fall in love with herself “Just kill yourself.” She came back to haunt herself— wanted off this planet, poisonous planet you poisoned humanity (poisoning, poisoning) Any Moore I don't wanna be me, anymore I just missed my chance to be free because ugly is wearing your face out Half of the time, I just space out Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious Losing respect, losing time— I need more. MaybEmpathy Maybe it's a secret weapon Maybe it's a blessing Maybe it's a lesson Maybe It's a curse Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing Maybe's only make It worse, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe it's the sunrise Maybe it's a surprise Maybe it's my disguise I don't know Maybe it's some that place I should go I love my ‘home' But I'm all alone, so Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me (Empathy) Maybe I'm just crazy Maybe I'm your baby Maybe I'll be saving planet earth Maybe I'm just dying I'm so sick of crying But I won't stop trying, no Maybe you're the greatest Maybe I'm the latest Maybe fill my plate with Everything I hate Maybe I'm too late, but Maybe I've been waiting Lately I've been dreaming Of us So just Bare with me Certainly In love With you No maybes. Take this day with a grain of salt, A lemon slice I promise you, I'll make it nice This is my purpose here: I Was sent To love you, so Suffer your feelings unto Me too (Empathy) Maybe it's my Purple Heart Maybe this is just the start Maybe we are just apart For now Maybe it's your pretty eyes Maybe it's the moonlight nights Maybe I'm just star struck Right now Right now Right now Maybes make everything better. FAT Eat-a bowl -a Granola Better than a coca-cola That's ebola no hola Get fatter than my areola Bird's (The) Word Wha-da-da-dup? I mean, “surf's up!” I mean Red Cup I mean, ‘All The Way Up' SIKE. What in the fuck do I look Like Not like a balla not like Mike; Psyc evaltuation Nation is evil Doesn't want people Equal--(equal) Has less calories But salaries at companies can't cover these Insurance fees and premiums Spotify can read my mind, As if it was a medium Shirt size fluctuate From XS to Medium XS was super dumb Maybe they remember us: Two big ass bitches In 3x mini Dresses Dressed to impress the emporer: ‘Impalas Only!' Gazelles for the lonely guys-- No surprise there: Thunder Thighs weren't in season The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines Cause we like red velvet cake No mistakes made ‘Make way--comin thru!' Best friend pushed us through To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled) BOO-WHO I think you're a ghost I think i'm an owl I love you the most An alien hosted Me SupaCree Supecedes--super seeds Everything Everything's everything Bring Me backstage In the age of backpage I hit the backspace Space cadet No Regrets Just regurts Regurgitate Yogurt-- Kiefer after reefer Refferal this squirrel To talk therapy, apparently Body dysmorphia got to me Honestly, I just need surgery. Everything's sugary Food isn't real to me Doesn't appeal to me Banana peel to me Slip-and-fall Monkey-see-monkey-do- Anything chunky-too-funky I can't wear anything I heartraves puts out; I'm not a circus ring Sometimes I feel like Penelope Elephante, Killa remembering All the things I would sing I would ring bells Drinking Sunny-D Juice-- Chance had the answer my favorite rapper, Had to be, probably Drake is an actor. Study the past for future prediction, I never fit in I never fit in Tripp pants before, But I can't afford them anyway. Anyway, What did you say, In that song? Man, it's been a long time Since ‘09 07 was heaven-- Last time I was president LDS resident Someone was heaven sent [sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer] Going on tour and shit I'm starting to resent Everything too recent I'm on decline, descent Disintegrated and separated Soul from my Spirit. Do you hear it? It's me. August 4th, 1985 Stop. Wait Don't look back. Just. Disappear; You're not here, ghost and I'm sorry, I love you But thank you for making me Open my Open my Eyes (...) White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy I. Just. Can't look back. You. Reappeared. Got my own fanny pack. Don't mean to boast, but-- I kept your diplomacy Thank you for making me hate coke and ecstasy Open my Open my Eye, please. Fasting & Praying [working title] Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying and Fasting and praying for Me to Finally be free White Lies White Noise White guys; Pretty Boys Superman-- No disguise Secret Identity Secretly Secretly Hidden in secrecy [Waltz Love] Bless You/ Fuck You Depends on the day Achoo—sorry— I hope you're okay. Left on time, but they— Found a way —for making me Pay for it Pay for it Pay for my way to get paid But Half of their shit is delayed (Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?) But Half of me probably made Up My mind “I'm fine.” I'm not. But— This life makes me want to give Love “What's up?” I'm down, ‘whaddup'? I need some friends Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...) My Cup No. Love? No. The plug? No. Sorry for bugging you, but “What?” ‘I'm up—what?' “Wake up, Love—“ Love? … And...I'm In… Love with another ghost (with another ghost) I'm in love with The world but The world is Running out of (running out of) Running out of Love Maybe i'm selfless— If I have a death wish… No; I'm just an artist, i'm starving Alarmingly me. -SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē More I don't wanna be me anymore I can't live in this life, can't afford myself I just don't want to But i'm going to have to collect All the pieces This is too much, I can't be such-and-such or-so-and-so and so I cry I don't lie down, once i'm up, but my coffee cup's been corrupted I just don't feel it any more more More? I don't wanna be me, anymore I'm so tired of her, tired of hurting tired, and worthless what's a mistake worth? Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors. “You're so gorgeous.” No, not anymore. More often then not, I'm the pot calling the kettle black Actors attract with charisma, I can't, but— I give love Love— Just take it, I'll make more more More. 823 Bait and switch Magic happened Hold me captive, captain Hollering at Jolly Roger I feel just like Mr. Rodgers This is not my neighborhood I'm good, when I'm good But I haven't been good In about eighty three days It's been crazy, but Daisy, I'm driving you— miss me. Misty eyes, every night no surprise, there an interesting pair, are we— Are we? Absolutely. I live in certainty This is our universe We are exactly as, we're supposed to be. Are we? Can't believe it's been eighty three. Have you forgotten me? Possibly, not likely I think you just might be scared? afraid? I think you're not ready keeping your eye on me watch the way you think Black—and blue—and pink Overthink, think, overthink Eighty three Work 8 to 3, release Please, I need to leave an hour early How can this be? I looked in your eyes with anxiety What could you want from me? Why Why do I love you so? So, so much love— Why? Why do I love you so much, love? This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love. Why won't you tell me goodbye, love? Pick up the phone just to try, love? The tension is making me cry, love... You know I just want to get high, love. Why? Why am I like this? Why can't I fight this? I wanted to try this, to see what it's like— I don't like it. I don't like it at all I'm beginning...beginning to fall, Back in love, love—why? This is above love. Why, love— Why do I love you so much? MoonSun And Ooh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- I know you miss me, Like I miss you but Ohh-- You don't need me, like I need you Oh-- THere's no tellin Nothing that I wouldn't do for you But you don't need me, like I need you Elohim You are so Perfect Sparkling eyes Silouhette Smile So Wonderful Your voice could carry me miles And I'd Follow you Follow you Into the blue world You are so Beautiful Practically perfect in every way Pratically perfect, that's all I can say-- Practically perfect; and thank you for making my Day today I wish you everything I wish you peace I wish you joy and love I hope you keep it Please don't remember me I am only a ghost--but-- What you are to me Is so sweet Have this: keep t Here, I hve this…. Secret. (Whispered: I love you.) You are so You are so You are so You are so Lovely, love I'm not in love, but-- Love, I-- Love you {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

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the real francamente podcast
ep 015 - you could've just shut the fuck up

the real francamente podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2023 34:25


In this episode, franca tackles the misogyny of rapists getting away with it and being celebrated for it, as well as the systemic misogyny surrounding the women's world cup discourse. don't @ her for her spicy takes!Visit our website www.realfrancamente.com for bonus content, articles, photos, and more information about the podcast.Subscribe on Apple: https://realfrancamente.com/real-fran... Subscribe on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/26tEXBh... Subscribe on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@realfrancamente501Follow Franca and the Real Francamente Podcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/realfrancamente Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/realfrancam... Follow Franca's DEI consulting and democratization of knowledge project Sol Y Luna Consulting Twitter: https://twitter.com/solylunaconsult Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/solylunacon... Website: www.solylunaconsulting.com Copyright 2023 Real Francamente Productions Hosted by Dr. Franca Roibal Fernandez, Ph.D Produced by Lopez y Lopez Producciones Art by elisemade - www.elisemade.com Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGN-C...

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential
{“Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure”} S7E002

The Infinite Skrillifiles: OWSLA Confidential

Play Episode Listen Later May 25, 2023 32:14


KASKADE enters obnoxiously. KASKADE YO. MAN. FUCK YOU, KASKADE. KASKADE [WATCH YOUR] LANGUAGE MAN, SHUT THE FUCK UP. KASKADE GET UP— FUCK OFF, KASKADE. KASKADE —And get dressed. I'm already dressed. [beat] KASKADE You call that dressed? —I'm not naked. KASKADE Yeah, but you're not dressed. Fuck you, dude. What did you do. I TOLD you not to play this song. I WASNT PLAYING. I was LISTENING. What's the difference! SUBWOOFERS. Agh. Christ. What is it, now. The Mormons are right. About what now? I said DRESSED that's not dressed! What! I'm dressed! Dressed! This is dressed— dressed: that means: suit and tie! Suit and Tie?! I'm a girl! Yeah—Not tonight. “Not tonight”. What the fuck's that mean, Kaskade. You're a guy. —no. [cut to] SUPACREE is dressed as SUNNI BLŪ. You look nice. I hate you. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Anime Minority Report
Demon Slayer said shut the fuck up and give me your money

Anime Minority Report

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 21, 2023 50:59


Guerby and Jamie discuss how Demon Swordsmith Village Movie has disappointed fans. Many consider the movie a scam because it mainly consists of a recap of the previous season with minimal new content. Guerby thinks it is a waste of time to see it. But Jamie has a different opinion on whether to see it or not.

Trash Panda Podcast
Shut The Fuck Up, You're Not My Real Dad!

Trash Panda Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 16, 2023 108:20


In this week's episode we have Carrie on and we find out who wears the pants, we talk about some new projects in the works, how it feels to be a dog dad, and two weeks of shit since we didn't have an episode last week!

Going Rogue With Caitlin Johnstone
Bush-Era Neocons Should Shut The Fuck Up About Iraq (And Everything Else)

Going Rogue With Caitlin Johnstone

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 15, 2023 9:02


David Frum and Max Boot, two neoconservatives who helped grease the wheels for the invasion of Iraq, have some thoughts they'd like to share with us as we approach the 20th anniversary of that horrific and unforgivable war. Both of these perspectives can be read in widely esteemed mainstream publications, because everyone who was responsible for inflicting that war upon our species has enjoyed mainstream influence and esteem to this very day. Reading by Tim Foley.

The Strong Life Project Podcast
EP 2424 Tell the monkey to shut the fuck up

The Strong Life Project Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 29, 2022


The monkey in your head will fuck your life up. The post EP 2424 Tell the monkey to shut the fuck up appeared first on The Strong Life Project.

Entangled Thots
#77 SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Entangled Thots

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 26, 2022 75:04


On this episode justice shares his experiences with knowing when to move in silence. Breaking down is this mother an asshole for calling her kid weird we get into Tiktok Love Languages Child Abuse in 2022 is Crazy For Business Inquiries email Entangledthotsinc@gmail.com Support our podcast Become a Patreon! Patreon.com/entangledthots Also go follow the groups accounts as well! Twitter: https://twitter.com/EntangledThots https://twitter.com/1AndOnlyAsshole https://twitter.com/JusticethaPoet https://www.instagram.com/onlypoeticjustice/ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@entangledthotspod Youtube:Poetic Justice- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQgw0E4dJRp6dm0zfXp9zeg --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/entangled-thots/message

The Woods & Wine Podcast
Wedding Crasher

The Woods & Wine Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 10, 2022 126:29


Episode 26 Y'all!!!! Damn 30 coming fast! Weed of the day: Garlic Crasher, Pink Gum, & Moon Rock Wine of the week: Watermelon Carlo Rossi Congratulations are in order this week! Congrats Alonte & Dalana on their wedding!!!!!! Aye, did y'all hear what Biden said about these damn guns?? Speaking of Biden... let's talk segregation. Once again, Monique big ass is causing trouble! Segments this week include: Black Excellence, Pondering Minds, Not In Your Serato & Side Notes. AND ANOTHER THING... MENS WAREHOUSE; SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Is this in your Serato? Sada Baby x Sada Wada Arin Ray x Bad Idea Luc Dog x Get Like Me Koheba x Nappz --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thewoodsandwinepodcast/support

The Woods & Wine Podcast
Humans Vs AI

The Woods & Wine Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 27, 2022 90:36


Episode 24!! One man down; one sit in up... but the chair is never empty! We have Zell from the "Zell Talk" podcast (TBA) Weed of the week: Gelato 43 & Gorilla Glue Wine of the day: NOTHING, NADA, ZERO! Sorry! We back this week with some wild topics. Y'all really think the Migo's breaking up? Could Chris Brown be this generations Michael Jackson? J Cole signed with a Canadian basketball team. Mastercard going a little too far and more! Segements include: Side Notes, "That''s Not In Your Serato", and a fan favorite; SHUT THE FUCK UP! By the way, Jermaine O'Neal hold this "L" "That's Not In Your Serato" Harry Styles x Cinema Wiz Kid x Joro Shane Eagle x Sun --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thewoodsandwinepodcast/support

The Woods & Wine Podcast

Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful mothers in the world!! Episode 22; It's A Family Affair Y'all Weed of the day: Fruit Stripe, Candy Pop, Sour Gusher OG, Dosie Truffles, and some mf 2012 Runtz Wine of the week: MYX Fusion This week; Mom Dukes got to share their most memorable memories, Dave Chapelle didn't get Chris Rock'd, Was Ari wrong?, RIP Kevin Samuels, and the most insane "Top 50 Female Rappers of All Time" list. Segments including: Black Excellence, Side Notes, "That's Not In Your Serato" Congratulations Rudy Gobert, Patrick Beverly, & Terry Mf Crews... SHUT THE FUCK UP! That's Not In Your Serato: Last Call x Khalid Bad influence x Omah Lay --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thewoodsandwinepodcast/support

The Woods & Wine Podcast
Just Be Quiet

The Woods & Wine Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 15, 2022 107:48


Episode 18!!! Another step closer to 20! Weed of the day: Spoiled Milk, Hawaiian Runtz, Blue Widow Wine of the week: Oliver We're pretty sure this whole episode was dedicated to "Shut The Fuck Up." Everybody got it this episode. The used to be, lovely, Ms Jada P, Tory Lanez, & Wiz Khalifa. Who's catalog was better Usher or Trey Songs & More! Segments this week includes Black Excellence, Pondering Minds, Side Notes, STFU and, "That's Not in your Serato" --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thewoodsandwinepodcast/support

The Woods & Wine Podcast
City of Pod!!

The Woods & Wine Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 18, 2022 117:59


EPISODE 10!!! TALK ABOUT CONSISTENCY Weed of the day: Hawaiian Runtz, Glazed Donut, Candy Apple, & Pineapple Mist Wine: Josh Rose We gotta lot happening on this weeks episode. A million dollar and a tshirt? Why the fuck y'all smoke sessions be so big? Kierra Sheard probably shouldn't have those friends. What do you tell your girl during pillow talk? Discussion of City of Gods, Kanye beefing and much much more! Segments of the week, Side Note (do we care), Black Excellence, & returning as a TWO TIME OFFENDER: Wack 100 SHUT THE FUCK UP... AGAIN! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thewoodsandwinepodcast/support