Podcasts about which jesus

In this message, "Which Jesus?", we journey through the crucifixion, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Drawing from John 18:33-40 and John 19:1-3, we explore the pivotal moments that define our faith: Pilate's haunting question, “What is truth?”; the crowd's choice between Jesus Christ and Jesus Barabbas; and the hope ignited by the empty tomb. In this message, we'll unpack: What is Truth? Pilate's cynicism meets Jesus' claim to embody truth in a world that often shrugs at absolutes. How do we find truth in a culture of “my truth” versus “your truth”? Which Jesus? The crowd chose Barabbas—a murderer promising earthly freedom—over Christ, who calls us to die to ourselves. Which Jesus are we serving today: the King of the Bible or a convenient counterfeit? Resurrection Hope. The empty tomb doesn't erase pain but fills it with purpose. From Joseph of Arimathea's courage to Mary Magdalene's awe, we see a hope that transforms fear into bold faith.

#Deconstruction #kingofkings Which Jesus are YOU worshiping? The Jesus who is or the Jesus you want Him to be? Too often, we shape Jesus to fit our personal agendas. But when He doesn't meet our expectations, do we still follow Him? In this message by Pastor Jon Sanders talks about what it means to receive His grace and trust the true Messiah, even when it's hard. Don't forget to LIKE, COMMENT, & SUBSCRIBE for more biblical teachings!   Website: http://www.newlifechurchsf.org/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NewLifeSF/ Youtube: https://youtu.be/7Ig-qXgVAmE/ Pastor Alex Klimchuk New Life Church 500 S 1st Ave Sioux Falls, SD 57104

Jesus could have sat his disciples down and said, "You need to pray. Here's how." That would have been true and useful enough. But he is wiser than that. Instead, Jesus prayed in view of his disciples over and again so that eventually they asked, "Lord, teach us to pray." Which Jesus simply, memorably, and gladly did as recorded for us in Luke 11:1–13. There we find not only a pattern for our own prayers but a way of approaching our Father in heaven that is as reassuring as it is counterintuitive. Listen as we sit at Jesus' feet and learn to pray.

SWAT - 03-05 - Week 261 - Which Jesus will you follow by Doug McCary

2/25/2025 | This day's featured sermon on SermonAudio: Title: Which Jesus? Speaker: Jim Casey Broadcaster: Eager Avenue Grace Church Event: Sunday Service Date: 8/4/2024 Bible: Luke 2:25-35 Length: 40 min.

Do not be deceived, Jesus said. “Take heed that no one deceives you. For many will come in My name, saying, ‘I am the Christ,' And will deceive many.” -Mt 24:4-5 “If anyone says, here is the Christ, do not believe it.” Mt. 24:23 Paul was afraid that if anyone came preaching “another Jesus” the people might put up with it. -II Cor. 11:4 One thing we may have completely overlooked in understanding the mysteries of iniquity is how the Enemy uses counterfeits to deceive us. Jesus Christ and the true gospel of Jesus Christ are two of his primary targets. But how do we know if we have the real Jesus?  Using His own instructions, Jesus said, by their fruits, you shall know them. To discern whether something is good or evil, we must look at the fruit. If the fruit of the Jesus you are listening to is not compassionate, forgiving, understanding, and going with you through your trials and afflictions, it is not the real Jesus! If the Jesus you are listening to brings guilt, shame, condemnation, scolding, striving, do more, try harder or does it reduce down to peace, rest and freedom from anxiety, it is a religious counterfeit of the real Lamb of God, and not the Good Shepherd. The Good Shepherd does not stand there waiting for the little sheep caught in the briars to come to Him; he stoops down and lifts them up out of the pit.  Which Jesus, which gospel, are you following? Get your copy of "Spiritual Warfare and How Deliverance Can Change Your Life" on Amazon, and explore Marjorie's other books. "Because There Is A War For Your Soul"  www.liferecovery.com    

Which Jesus is on the Menu? How do the frequent metaphors in the scripture help us to transcend the literal and go deeper in our relationship with God. David specifically examines Jesus' invitation to eat the bread and become intimately engaged with Jesus for our own growth and to better represent love and justice in the world around us. David Clarke is preaching.To tell us your thoughts on this sermon, click through to the web posting and leave us a comment. Or, find us on social media: Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Or, email us the old-fashioned way: info@galileochurch.org. To contribute financially to the ongoing ministry of Galileo Church, find us on Venmo, Patreon, or Zelle (generosity@galileohurch.org), or just send a check to P.O. Box 668, Kennedale, TX 76060

You can grab the free workbook at www.catholicmomcalm.com/lent2024 Full text of St. Faustina's Diary. Reflection question: Pray that God send down the Holy Spirit to give you the gift of counsel so that you may grow in prudence. Then let the Lord show you how you can grow in this virtue. Write what you hear. Excerpt from St. Faustina's Diary for today (1209): Jesus, I trust in You. Novena to The Divine Mercy. Which Jesus instructed me to write down and make before the Feast of Mercy. It begins on Good Friday.   I desire that during these nine days you bring souls to the fountain of My mercy, that they may draw therefrom strength and refreshment and whatever grace they need in the hardships of life, and especially at the hour of death.   On each day you will bring to My Heart a different group of souls, and you will immerse them in this ocean of My mercy, and I will bring all these souls into the house of My Father. You will do this in this life and in the next. I will deny nothing to any soul whom you will bring to the fount of My mercy. On each day you will beg My Father, on the strength of My bitter Passion, for graces for these souls.   I answered, “Jesus, I do not know how to make this novena or which souls to bring first into Your Most Compassionate heart.” Jesus replied that He would tell me which souls to bring each day into His Heart.

Which Jesus do you worship? Today, Pastor Johnny contrasts the Jesus many imagine with the Jesus shown in the Bible. Many folks want a Jesus that will fix their lives and then let them do whatever they wish. But the Bible depicts Jesus as our Lord. He's worthy of our whole life. Let's surrender everything to Him.  

Which Jesus do you worship? Today, Pastor Johnny contrasts the Jesus many imagine with the Jesus shown in the Bible. Many folks want a Jesus that will fix their lives and then let them do whatever they wish. But the Bible depicts Jesus as our Lord. He's worthy of our whole life. Let's surrender everything to Him.  

God's Logic Today, Pastor Michael is turning the reigns over to the ever-popular Billy Huneycutt.  Billy starts off talking about worldly and appliance logic, rolling into religious logic.  The latter isn't always right, so Billy is expounding upon “God's Logic.” Billy will be using the Samaritan woman as an example in his story.  Also ever present are the Pharisees, who have gotten wind that Jesus and His disciples are getting more popular with the locals.  So Jesus had to go through Samaria, a place that devout Jews tried to avoid.  Jesus asked a Samaritan woman for a drink, which astonished the woman. She was trying to figure out why Jesus, a Jew, would ask for water, and Jesus explained to her that the water He could give would result in eternal life.  She then tried to apply her human logic and was mentioning that the well was deep and they had no bucket.  So Jesus told her to go and get her husband, and she replied that she did not have one.  Which Jesus told her she had previously had five husbands, and she was now recognizing Jesus as a serious prophet. Jesus, at this point, lets the woman know that He is the Messiah, and she tells the town that He is the Messiah.  His disciples wanted to play this down a bit, as it was getting too much!  But this did result in many receiving His message, a large harvest, due to the Samaritan woman finally understanding “God's Logic.” (CSB Bible Notes) As others had done (1:40-41,45), the woman brought people to Jesus so they could see for themselves. Ultimately, it was on the basis of a personal encounter with Jesus that they believed. His large harvest among the Samaritans marked the first sign of the universal scope of his saving mission (10:16). Verses can be found in John 4: 1-41. Scripture quotations marked CSB have been taken from the Christian Standard Bible®, Copyright © 2017 by Holman Bible Publishers. Used by permission. Christian Standard Bible® and CSB® are federally registered trademarks of Holman Bible Publishers.

Which Jesus? The real Jesus: was seen & talked about by many eye-witnesses brought about a great fulfilment was carefully investigated by Luke so that you might have certainty The humble boldness of gospel certainty

Correct thinking leads to correct action! 1 Timothy 1 Introduction I am sure that some people here when they heard I was preaching tonight were expecting some obscure passage from the Old Testament or even something from that wonderful book of Leviticus. I know that Chris and Sue Cook were! But no! A change! Did I catch you out? Our passage tonight, wonderfully read for us, is found in the New Testament. The little letter of 1 Timothy, where the aged Paul is reminding and instructing Timothy, his much younger disciple, who is probably about 40 years old now. The whole of the New Testament church is growing and spreading far and wide away from its starting point in Jerusalem. Most scholars agree that this letter was written about 64AD, so it is now about 8 years after Paul's 3 year stay in Ephesus came to an end. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to be a first century Christian. The original followers of Jesus, the apostles have either died or will be soon, so who will ensure that good teaching and guidance will be given to me and others around me? Who will ensure that sound doctrine of salvation through Jesus alone by grace alone through faith alone will be preserved? Some of these concerns are met by the apostle Paul in what we call the Pastoral Epistles - 1 & 2 Timothy and Titus. Paul is getting on in age now. He is in Macedonia, but his representative, Timothy, was left in Ephesus, and by all accounts was undergoing a particularly torrid time. The church in Ephesus was still made up of small groups of believers and each group had a leader with some experience, knowledge and therefore influence. So you can imagine the turmoil if their understanding of the Gospel would become twisted, contorted and infected with false teachings and myths. The turmoil would act like a virus going from group to group, person to person. The records we have of the early church show that when false teaching had been encountered elsewhere, it had usually come from outsiders to that local church. However, here in Ephesus, the false teachers had come from within the church in Ephesus. Even some of the house leaders setup by Paul! Was Paul surprised? Not at all! Paul had predicted this would occur. We read in Acts 20, written much earlier than this letter, Paul saying "I know that after I leave, savage wolves will come in among you and will not spare the flock. Even from your own number men will arise and distort the truth in order to draw away disciples after them. So be on your guard! Remember that for three years I never stopped warning each of you night and day with tears." So Paul has delegated his authority to Timothy, his personal representative in Ephesus. Timothy is encouraged to counter with sound doctrine any false teaching, particularly in regards to the Mosaic Law. It seems from this letter, that the leaders were mixing Jewish ideas and pagan myths into Christian thought. We read about those things in v3 and 4. These things were distracting the church from doing God's work and were instead promoting fantasy, controversies and meaningless talk. So Paul writes to Timothy. He had already written his letter to the church in Ephesus - that was a few years ago now. This letter is a personal one. He didn't write to the church itself again. He did this in order to bolster Timothy's authority and position against those who were spreading false teaching. That's probably why Paul puts forward his credentials at the start. Paul is saying to the church in Ephesus "I, Paul, am an apostle because God has commanded me to be so! Timothy is my ambassador, my man, so wise up, church - you Ephesians! Listen to him and you won't go astray from the truth." Timothy would have shared this letter with the church there. Right mouse click or tap here to save/download this Sermon as a MP3 file ----more---- The church (1 Timothy 1:4-11) Let us start with the church in Ephesus, before moving on to Timothy, Paul and ultimately, God! Some leaders inside the church of Ephesus were teaching doctrines contrary to that of Paul. They were being troublemakers - causing rebelliousness and dissent. This NIV translates it as "false doctrine" but another translation puts it as "a different doctrine", as in different from apostolic teaching. These people were mixing myths and legends in with the true doctrine of solid apostolic faith. It led them to teach a different Jesus - making a Jesus who was different from the Jesus of Paul and the other Apostles. Just as the Corinthian church had been urged by false teachers to follow a different Jesus, so was the church in Ephesus. There was also desire of these troublemakers to inflict a form of Judaism upon the church, whereby a number of Jewish ceremonies were seen to be still binding on Christians - making a gospel of works rather than a gospel of grace. For the Jewish people, genealogies were important, particularly linking back to Abraham, because by doing so, their salvation was guaranteed. A kind of false gospel, in the light of Jesus Christ and His salvation work. But Paul says here that any reliance on genealogies is useless and unreliable! Genealogies don't promote good work and a good conscience! To rely on genealogies for salvation is a gospel of works, as opposed to salvation through Jesus Christ which is salvation based on grace alone given by God in faith alone. This teaching, combining myths and genealogies was promoting controversy and speculation rather than unity and morality. They were being contentious for the sake of arguments and quarrels. Whereas the goal of apostolic teaching was to be borne from love, and to result in love. Love issuing forth from a good conscience and an uncontaminated faith in God. Love of God and love of others is the product of teaching true doctrine, says Paul to Timothy - as opposed to the dissension, bitterness and contrariness of the false teachers. Timothy! Do not touch! Do not taste! These false teachers from inside the church were promoting nothing but their own glory, rather than seeking the glory of Jesus Christ alone. They were leading people out of a secure salvation by grace alone through faith alone and into a insecure salvation based on works. These people were without a sincere faith, a pure heart and a good conscience and had wandered from the true Gospel. They were abusing the Law rather than teaching it. Instead, Paul explains to Timothy about the Law and that the Law is indeed good! He explains that the proper use of the Law is to restrain people from doing evil. That rules and laws are not for those who are obedient but to correct and train those who are disobedient. The Law cannot save anybody, but only reveal their need of a Saviour. In v9-11 Paul gives some examples of those who are breaking the Law willfully. Into this mix, Timothy, is thrown! Timbo! (1 Timothy 1:18-20) Timbo to those of us who are Australian, and Timothy for the rest of you! Timothy's mum was a Jewess and his father a Gentile. Timothy was converted to Christianity early on in his life and was taken by Paul to assist him in his work for the Gospel. In particular to encourage the new churches sprouting up! So Timothy was basically an assistant Apostle! Paul, without a doubt, had taught Timothy in private as they travelled and conversed. Paul endearingly calls Timothy "his son" even though he probably didn't bring Timothy to faith. Here, Timothy is instructed by Paul to keep fighting the good fight, battling the false teachers (Read v18-19). Timothy, and therefore the church in Ephesus has a choice to make. They can keep following Paul and accept his wisdom. Or they can succumb to the wiles and whims of the false teachers. Timothy has been instructed to silence the troublemakers yet he would also be feeling the pressure to conform to the whims of those very same troublemakers. What is Timothy to do? He has a choice to make! Timothy is instructed to remember what was told to him in the past. We don't know what those prophecies were but it does seem when they were uttered, Timothy was set apart for ministry. Much like Adam was at his baptism. Timothy is to keep going and persevering in the true faith and doctrine of Jesus Christ. He is commanded! He is to have a moral obligation and duty to do as Paul has instructed and he is to fight and defend the truth against the error filled agitators. Timothy has 2 things of great worth: the objectivity of an apostolic faith and the subjectivity of a good conscience. Apostolic faith is belief and a good conscience is action. If he holds on and uses both of them, Timothy will have fought the good fight of faith. By preserving a good conscience, Timothy will keep the faith. By remembering what he believes as apostolic truth, Timothy will be reminded to behave correctly. Belief and behaviour are co-joined. What is truly believed, will affect behaviour. That is where the two blasphemers in verse 20, Alexander and Hymenaeus had gone wrong. Their apostasy and behaviour was so bad, that Paul had to exert church discipline against them, just as he had excommunicated somebody from the Corinthian church. Radical as it seems to us today, remember the church is still in an embryonic and formative state. This excommunication, was it permanent? It seems by the use of the word "taught" that they could be welcomed back into fellowship if they were willing to truly repent, to learn and then be restored. So that is Timothy but what do we learn here of Paul? Paul (1 Timothy 1:1-3 & 12-14) Paul we know is an apostle, a church leader! He has been set apart for this role by God and by Jesus the Son. He is impassioned here in this deeply personal letter to Timothy. You can almost imagine Paul writing imploringly to Timothy. What ever Paul does for the glory of God, its because God Himself is strengthening him. Paul - once an opponent and oppressor of Christ and His church - now commanded to be a dynamic servant of this Jesus. This Paul, who was a blasphemer and persecutor of the church has been transformed! Paul cannot forget what he had done to the early church, persecuting it and thereby also persecuting Jesus Christ. Paul cannot forget how he was transformed from a violet sinner into a servant of Jesus Christ! How did this come about? Not through his own doing but through the inexhaustible patience and work of Jesus Christ, transforming him via the twin wellsprings of grace and mercy. God's amazing grace and mercy, so abundantly poured out upon him. Paul's faith and love are in and for Jesus Christ and Him alone. When Paul says he is the "worst of sinners" in verse 16, is that not a very personal statement to make? Because when each of us confesses our sin to God, we all feel as if we are the worst of the worst. Or at least I know I do! So Paul is compelled and thrust forward - not by his own inner strength - but solely by the love of God and of Jesus Christ. God (1 Timothy 1:15-17) Now let us come to Paul's God! The true God, as opposed to the "different" god which was being proposed by the false teachers. The first thing we see about Paul's God is in verse 1! God is a saving God and is also the saviour - Jesus Christ! This God is our hope, exclaims Paul! Forget the "different god" being proposed by the miscreants - God alone is to be our hope exclaims Paul! This saving God of hope, is imbued with grace, mercy and peace! Because of God's grace and mercy, Paul was now saved and one of God's servants and apostles. Mercy springs forth from grace, because from God's mercy there is forgiveness of sins. Without grace and mercy, peace with God is unobtainable. A God of mercy, means that the follower of Jesus, the Christian, has a throne of grace to run to with boldness in order to seek the help of the great King of Majesty! WOW! This sound doctrine conforms to the blessed Gospel and teachings of Jesus Christ rather than opposing it. In verse 15, Paul sums up the Gospel "Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners"! WOW, isn't that good news! Because of Jesus Christ, eternal life is granted to those whose hope and faith is in Him alone! Just as Jesus was immensely patient with Paul, so he was with each of us who are Christians. Just, as He is patient with those still outside His church, and not following Him. This God is a personal God! WOW! Do you know these truths of God for yourself? This great and awesome King is still calling people to follow Him. He is still calling people to accept the free offer of salvation through Jesus Christ alone, by grace alone through faith alone. Are you one of His followers yet, or are still exercising Jesus' great patience with you, just as Jesus did with Paul? Now Paul explodes into a line of utter and complete adoration about God! This God, this King, is eternal, immortal, invisible, the only One! This God is before time, outside of time, and after time! WOW! Amazing! This God entered time in the person of Jesus Christ to save humanity which was thoroughly incapable of saving themselves. Forget genealogies, you trouble makers, and remember God's salvation by grace alone through faith alone! Paul ecstatically exclaims that God is King - a mighty ruler, majestic sovereign over all! This God has established a Kingdom through Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit who lives within His people! This King is eternal, the King of all Kings and the King of all the ages - past, present and future - and not bound by the unstable ebb and flow of time's fluctuations. God the King eternal, He of the ages, and beyond the ages, is often called so in Old Testament worship. This King is immortal, beyond the ravages and decay of time! This immortal King is incorruptible, imperishable and unchanging! This King is invisible, beyond the scope of vision of mere mortal humanity! Yet humanity had once glimpsed His glory, when the God who is outside of time and space, entered time and space in the God-man Jesus Christ. This King is also the One and Only God who is the One and Only great King! This King is unique, majestic, and without rival or parallel. Because this King is eternal, immortal, invisible and the Only, He alone is worthy of honour and glory. WOW! God the King of Holy Majesty! Moreover, this God is personal! Look again at the personal pronouns Paul uses to describe relationship with God! Verse 1 - our Saviour ... our hope, Verse 11 - he entrusted to me. ... Verse 12 - our Lord, who has given me strength, that he considered me trustworthy, appointing me to his service. Verse 14 - The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly along with faith and love that are in Christ Jesus. Verse 16 - I was shown mercy so that in me, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. So what? So there you have it. It is 64AD. The church in Ephesus is in a mess. Timothy is drowning under the pressure to conform. Paul has heard about it and is writing to encourage Timothy. Timothy has a choice to make. Succumb to the pressures thrust upon him by the false teachers, trouble-makers and miscreants to follow a false God, a false Jesus - or continue to follow the true God - the eternal, immortal, invisible and only King and the apostolic doctrines as taught to him by Paul, the Apostle by command of God. What about us today? In a lot of churches today, the word 'doctrine' is unfashionable. I have had people say to me just this last week, that doctrine belongs to a time gone by, and that what is needed is new experiences of God and miracles from God! That is the way forward for the church, they say. Or don't go to that service, it might be a bit too heavy or too light for you. We are starting a new thing - come along! Is that new thing or new way of thinking about God, really of God or is it the result of human pride or even a trick of the devil? I am sure that you are aware that's how the cults started. Jehovah Witnesses & Mormons starting something new as a supposed continuation of biblical Christianity. Doctrine is for all those who consider themselves Christians, regardless of the level of academic achievement (or none);·regardless of the length of time they have been a Christian; and regardless of their status in the church they attend, whether as a church leader or an ordinary church member who sits in the congregation. Let us not be afraid of doctrine. For every Christian, doctrine matters. If we have solid, biblical doctrine being practised in our life, then we will be seen to be living a life of total submission and obedience to Jesus Christ in the power of the Holy Spirit to the praise of God the Father. As the mind is renewed and transformed with teaching about Jesus Christ, and the Christian puts into practice what the mind learns, the very life of the Christian is seen to be transforming into the image of Jesus. Then people will ask questions. Questions regarding the reason why you and I are being transformed and the reason for the hope we hold onto. That way the Gospel and Good News of Jesus Christ is spread, for doctrine in practise is also evangelism - telling others about this wondrous one and only King who is eternal, immortal, invisible yet made flesh in the person of Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Another reason, learning solid doctrine is important is so that we can discern solid Apostolic & biblical teaching from the false teaching of heretics and those who want to lead Christians astray. By knowing good doctrine, we will be enabled to start discerning true beliefs from false beliefs and ultimately engage biblical doctrine into living a life worthy of Jesus Christ. Did Steve Chalke's recent missive about homosexuality not being sinful, have its origins in his changing of the doctrine of atonement a few years ago? After all if Jesus sacrifice was not an atoning sacrifice, how then could the Old Testament atoning sacrifice for sin be fulfilled? Did Mr Chalke's diminished view of the atonement inevitably lead to a diminished and dumbed down view of sin? Just as Timothy had a choice to make - succumb to the troublemakers or submit to God via Paul, we also have choices to make in our daily life. Do we conform to the world or to Jesus Christ? We are to be in the world but not to take the values of the world. That is a command of Jesus Christ who is our master. Finally, and it is hard to ask these questions, but they have been laid on my heart. I asked God if I could skip asking them, but as usual I was told to behave and just do it. Several times. Questions like... Which Gospel are we showing and telling others? Is it the gospel as explicitly given by Paul in 1 Timothy 1:15 or do we deliberately or inadvertently live and tell another gospel - a false gospel, just as the Ephesian troublemakers were doing. Which God do we tell others about? Is it the God of the Bible who is Tri-unity - Father, Son and Holy Spirit - of whom humanity is made in the image of? Or is it some kind of false God made in our own image? Which Jesus do we confess and live for? Is it the Jesus who said in Matthew 11:28-30 "Come to me, all of you who are weary and over-burdened, and I will give you rest! Put on my yoke and learn from me. For I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Is it the Jesus who was welcoming to all but made demands on them in order to transform them -such as the rich young man who left distraught at the demands made upon him by Jesus or the woman at the well who had her sins forgiven but was told by Jesus to stop her lifestyle of sin? Or is the Jesus we share some kind of modern day Jesus who makes no demands at all? And some churches do indeed preach and teach that kind of insipid, powerless, nodding-head Jesus. Are we wanting to enjoy all the benefits of being a Christian? Things such as our salvation, our sins being forgiven, access to that glorious throne of grace - without enjoying the Joy-giver who wants to transform us willingly into the image of Jesus Christ the Son by the power of the Holy Spirit who lives within us. It is simply idolatry to want to enjoy these benefits without enjoying and submitting to the benefit giver, the Majestic King who is the only true God. It is idolatry because those other things are taking precedence over worship to the King. Why do we take for granted our salvation and our meeting together with other Christians when we can? Why do our prayer meetings and services not fill with Christians wanting to worship, be taught and to pray for this church, this town and the mission work around the world? And finally, you will be glad to know, why are there people coming into this church who are not Christian, and there are, and yet are not going on to follow Jesus and be baptised? There hasn't been a baptism here for over a year. Why not? Again if you are here and haven't been baptised, and you would like to be please do go see Bruce! He would welcome you with open arms! Or perhaps you are not yet one of His followers, still exercising Jesus' great patience with you to accept Him as Lord of your life? If that is so, please don't leave here tonight without talking to somebody about how you can start following this Jesus. Don't leave it too late. You wont regret following Jesus but you may regret it if you don't start. Finally, for the rest of us, we have a great opportunity on February 14 to gather to reach out into town along with other churches in the town, to tell about a God of love on the day of love. Let us go out of here, making a choice to submit to the power of the Holy Spirit, follow Jesus closely to the praise and honour of God the Father. Let His light shine out from us into a town that is in spiritual darkness, dying to know personally our majestic King who is God. Let His love shine out of us as we learn and submit to him - loving others, loving each other to reflect a God of love. Put your thinking and doctrine of God into practise which is evangelism. If the God we serve is the God of 1 Timothy - a majestic King who is personal, ageless, without decay or corruption, invisible and the only God - then we are duty bound to tell and show others about Him. After all, each of us who are Christians here tonight have had somebody tell us about the offer to succumb to the fathomless patience of Jesus and accept Him as master of their life. Let us go! Are you ready? Right mouse click or tap here to save/download this Sermon as a MP3 file

Isaiah 9:6: Which Jesus? (Verses for Life) taught by Pastor Dave Rolph on 12/24/23.

Do you fear Jesus? Which Jesus do you fear? The fear of God is when you esteem Him highly in reverance. We tend to create Jesus in our own image instead of the Jesus at the right hand of God. We make idols. Idols are anything that take the place of God in your heart. Sometimes we use the blessings God gives us as an idol against Him. How many hours do you spend on your eternal growth? The insignificant choices you make have an eternal consequence. Let us hear more from Pastor Roy Philip

First century Jews wanted a messiah who would conquer the Roman Empire and set them free from foreign rule. However, Jesus came in humility and taught a message of service and sacrifice. Which Jesus are we following: the Jesus we selfishly want or the Jesus we see on the pages of Scripture?

What was the purpose of God giving man the will to choose? God wants obedient children. Those that will listen to Him of their own accord. The foundation of the true gospel is about repentance towards God and then faith toward our Lord Jesus Christ. Do you have a desire to leave every sinful act that is displeasing to God? Are you following the life of Jesus in your life? Which Jesus are you following? Let us hear more from Pastor Roy Philip.

Pastor Sam established our series "Who Is My Neighbor?" by opening up the story of The Good Samaritan and the context in Which Jesus shared this parable. Connect At Artisan: https://www.artisan.church Online Giving: https://www.artisan.church/giving

Which Jesus do you follow - the true Jesus of the Bible or the one you prefer?

Which Jesus are you following - the historical Jesus or one of several Pseudo Jesus'? What you believe makes a huge difference in your life, and shapes your interpretation of Jesus' statement that he is the way, the truth, and the life, and that no one comes to the Father except through him. Our orientation leads to either an exclusive or inclusive perspective.

The crowd that welcomed Jesus was a mixture of his biggest fans, some who had never seen him before, some who wondered if he was going to start a revolution, and some enemies. Not much has changed since then. Who are you? Which Jesus are you hoping for? Which Jesus are you welcoming into your life? Is it the historical Jesus? How is that shaping your worldview, expectations, attitude, and behavior?

{Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] Ugh, Die! Die! Die! - my mom (My mom actually said that.) SEASON 6 ACT III, PART VIII “The Lovers' Quarrel” The Lovers must practice an a traditional one-handed duel; They must fence whilst one arm is tied behind the back, a rope tightly held by each's own ascended master as they maneuver in the round. It is a practice of stealth, dynamic movement, and self control. Petruchio and C'esmet passionately dance in the round--the training period stands as a trial-and-error, The Ascended masters tugging at the ropes to correct their mistakes. C'esme't travels to a descended dimension to materialize her Ascended Mastery; Supacree Gains her powers not slowly, but all at once. Avicii explains how long one walks the astral void before returning home into the Kingdom of Heaven after departing. DILLON FRANCIS YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED. CHAK CHEL I wasn't trying to get you killed! I was trying to get you laid! || D.J. YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED. C.C. I WASNT TRYING TO GET YOU KILLED! I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU LAID. D.J. I can get laid by myself! C.C. D.J. Shut UP. The famed lovers take their place in the center of the arena; they humbly and gracefully take their battle stance, looking each other in the eye, one arm extended behind the back to face the sky, the other planted firmly, grounding them to earth. In quiet desperation, a silence falls over the entirety of the space—until, a glowing light distracts all but the two of the lovers, focused in oneness, acknowledging two qual parts of one whole. The crowd gasps and coos, as the glowing figure, masqueraded by shadows in a beam of light and colorful auras A tall figure stands equidistant to the two lovers; the triad is formed, and as he begins the yet Ū fort old ancient ritual, the lovers are overwhelmed with shock and confusion. blackout — END EPISODE Lost your shine? Lost my Skrillex! You miss it? Do I Miss—? … You know what? What. Fuck you, dude. ...no can do. [later] Are we relaxed? What is this? I need it. You fucked up. This isn't right. No, it isn't. — BLACKOUT, What happened here? Are we rolling? Cut to commercial. — Are you serious? I'm so serious!!! She's so serious. Cut to: Grocery Store, Day [over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!! What is she DOING? What are you doing? I'm doing me, bitch. And she's dancing like she never has before. —cut to rave— ***WUBZ*** Who is this? I'm on my own tonight. Is she drinking?!? THATS NOT FAIR! Oh, Sweet Jesus! —regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time. Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair. THIS ISN'T SKRILLEX. Sweet Baby Jesus. Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES. Regular Jesus: oh, you're saved. Nice. [ JESUS passes BABY JESUS to SWEET JESUS, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.] Send the Messiah. Wait, which one? Yeah, whose Messiah? Cut back to: the rave ...Who's baby is this? Woah, cool baby. I respect that. [the third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.] Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled? MAYBE: Cut to: A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.] Cut back to: No, his vibe. Is he sparkling? It's his aura. Oh. Pfft. Lol. Okay. —- First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. .. Oh, my God… I am alarmed. She's so stupid… Actually, just ugly—! Eyyy. Woahhh! But now I'm— You're a fan. Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally. OKAY. Ew, gross. Just kill me. [without hesitation] No—Ze Rulez. [Lowers Rave Weapon] __ I'm highly allergic— —Don't need Skrillex. Brought my own! — [stabs self] What is that? Oh shit, it's the EPI(c)PEN OH SHIT. Nice. It also writes. After the stab? Usually after, yes. You, have to. Oh, yeah, huh? No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write. — Anyway—what were you trying to write? ...fuck, I forgot. Good job, Sonny. ___ Take me back! You wanted this. I wanted NOTHING. You got there! Agh!! Then when you did, you wanted to leave. There's no music. It's literally NOTHING. Except Jimmy Fallon. WHAT?! Since when?! What? Since literally ever. What?! No way. Let me see. Let me see. Oh my—WOAH. Let me see. Nothing is something! Unh-uh bro! What the— IT IS JIMMY FALLON. There's this cricket that lives Somewhere near here, When I hear him I think of the song He sings and all I think is “I wish someone would sing for me, I wish someone would sing for me” If he makes me cry one more time... “One last time, We gonna celebrate” If there's an album, there's going to be a tour; If there's a tour, I'm gonna wanna see him And it's just infinite, isn't it-- Infinite, isn't it? There's no point to it; There's really nowhere safe, that I could run from him A class act An a plus A sad actor with black magic A bad pastor with bad habits A black cat, and a hat and in it Is everything I ever imagined If there's an album, There's going to be a crowd I'm gonna want to be in it And it's just infinite isn't it Can't live with Skrillex Can't go on tour with him Maybe I just, Settle down in this awful town While I try to figure out, What this is about And if this is about Skrillex How did I get into it? If this is Skrillex How do ___ AHHHH DUDE. AHHH THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Ahhhh man. What the fuck. This is--did you Put The Skrillex in The Skrillex, like I said? ...I… ...did you put the Skrillex in The Skrillex? Skrillex-Skrillex Put the-the Skrillex in the Skrillex Skrillex-t-Skrillex-Skrillex Skrillex is Skrillex-Skrillex OH SHIT. YOU DON'T REMEMBER WRITING ‘THE SKRILLEX SONG'? I DIDN'T WRITE IT! YOU WROTE IT. She's denying it. Oh, She stole all ya'll music. She took all of my songs. All of them? I mean, not all of them--just the bangers. I'm not going to Mexico for Dillon Francis. “The Interrogation” SUPACREE pays the incarcerated SKRILLEX under observation a series of visits, using her invisibility cloak. [[*This would be along the same storyline (using a linear “time”) where SUPACREE has gained most of her abilities, and is also terrorizing Dillon Francis (*interns scene). So. What? Just to get this straight; Nobody can see SUPACREE? Right. But she's--basically--beating the shit out of people. Yeah, she's just... fucking shit up. But nobody can see her. No. At all. No. Nobody at all, just the DJ's. Starting with-- D1-Skrillex D2-DIllon Francis D3-SUPACREE (Wait, how the fuck?) Scary Monsters and SUPACREE. Well, which comes first? What? Which movie? I--What? In order. Order? Like...wait, what are you saying? When you put them in order-- Order?? ORDER!!! Bruh. I just got a dick pic from Dillon Francis. What? By like, accident? I don't think it was an accident… It had to be... It has a personalized greeting, with my name in it. What? Let me see--! (Look) I mean--not “let me see”, I just meant--the greeting. Like, what did it say? Dude-- Damn, that's… Yeahhhh man! Was there a show tonight? Maaaayyybe, I don't know where it would be... Yo dude, I'm calling--WOAH. What dude? I got a message from him too! Oh shiiiit, what's it say? Should I even open it? Open it! What if it's his dick, bro? Open it! [Opens it.] OHHH. It's his dick, bro. Oh SHIT, what the fuck HAPPENED? What did happen? Does yours have a message? What did happen…? I feel like--wait, is that--huh. What does the message say? It does have a message...wait--let me see yours again. What the fuck for? [staring at phone, cocking head slowly to one side] ((Ohh, I like this, the audio pans like--)) I feel like mine's at a different angle. A different angle--wh--let me see. [shows phone] [cocks head to the side slowly, returning to his phone to compare the photos] Oh shit, that is at a different angle. With different lighting! Whatthefuuuck. Dude. _ Well, what did you do when you were Skrillex? A lot. _ Yo. That dude has like 16 passports. I had a lot of fun as Qua Long. _ Shenanigans As Dillon Francis-- Oh shit, this is gonna be a long list. It's actually not that much. (It's a lot) Dillon Francis sits at his desk in his Lair/Office. A pile of legal paperwork is stacked in front of him. ((Oh shit, where's the scene where he's got the glasses?)) Which...glasses… Aw fuck. Oh, right--cause he has a-- He has an entire series. How the fuck did Dillon Francis get to be Captain of the Motherfucking Bampheramphs?! FUCK that, he's not my captain. He's your captain. He is not my Captain. That is not my President. I'M THE CAPTAIN NOW! **Insert: This Is: Dillon Francis Here Damn dude. Dillon Francis needs an entire character analisis (Okay, keep that misspelling, that's hilarious. Anyway) *Analysis I think I might have to write one. Can we not? I mean. Yo dude, i”m like half capacity for Dillon Francis Half, is….half. Well, I mean it's corona virus so-- Fragments of Mr. Francis Blasted analysis Need a dialysis just to get this Sk- Shit out my system. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I shout out curses. Now I speak clown I'm an Owl out of water. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I create languages I see the stares On blank faces I paint the canvas With blood and with ashes I leave on the pavement First of all, These park and raves are crazy Electric Daisy is inside me Everybody's at the party All the stars aligning And all the patrons waiting, waving ___ I call him “The Ghost” You never know where he goes, And the music follows No forward But I know, I know He's The Ghost Producer And I'm just a Loser _ Ive never seen this one before! Me neither. That's great. Something new. Well-something old, something new--it's Skrillex. Yeah, but I like Skrillex. We all like Skrillex Wow. Oh, the fan..family. Family? Family, wait-- AGH, THIS MUSIC IS DISTRACTING ME. It was so clear, and then it just-- Yeah, Vanished? Yeah. Yeah. [A Silence.] A circle of dancing people summon wishes out of the center of their Concentrical Circle. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. What. I'm pretty sure this already happened. I remember that. What? That never happened Uh. It did. It happened like, last season-- --LAST SEASON? --maybe even the season before that. What! I thought we were watching the Pilot! I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MOVIE. This is the third movie. THE THIRD MOVIE? Wait--when did you get here? I...have always been here. [beat.] She's been going on like this for two days. Oh My God. Yes. Have you tried to stop her? No, it's too good; Plus, she can sense us coming it's--watch this. Queue the passerby. A passerby moves towards the garden in the far east corner of the observatory; Are you recording all of this? Even better; We're broadcasting it. To WHO? (in space, in what (was thought to be, anyway) a Void in the unknown. Uh, it WAS a void in the unknown, until a satellite crossed into it) What the fuck, is that a Satelite? A satellite! A satellite? Which satellite? I've got dozens of satellites. Dozens? *Thousands Elon Musk: ...Was it one of mine? (It was) ((To literally nobody's surprise)) (((Literally))) Literally, nobody--because literally nobody ever existed, ever. Until this happened. WHAT IS THIS? Have you seen this? No. Well, you're in it. Okay? I'm in a lot of shit. We all are. But not this. (yes you are) What was that? What was what? You need to burn this. Burn it… Nobody can ever see it. Okay. I just took 6 Xanex. 6! YES. And ⅓. And a third. Okay. Yes. 6 and ⅓. This, This. This is why. Why what? Why he looked at me like that. Like what? [A look.] But how could he have even known; Where could he have ever been, that I was that would make it make sense. Well, we know the Why. This is why. So now--How. How, now Brown Cow? Okay, honestly--it's almost funny now, because yeah--I'd probably also react that same way if I knew someone was going to write that about me. Yeah, I panicked. Panicked; I had a heart attack. Have you seen that thing? Yeah, it's massive. It is massive it's-- --God, it's ridiculous. --It's almost atrocious. Yikes. Yeah. I've been inside of this story before. Oh? I've been inside all of them. I see. Most of them, I just choose to forget. What makes it so that you choose? _ I actually stopped breathing. For how long? Forever. It was nice. _ You...made this…? I...yeah. You cooked me breakfast. I enjoy cooking. Well, thank you. Welcome. DEAD. How did-- Alright. So these two planets. Yeah. Two different galaxies? I guess. Okay. _ First of all that party was lit as fuck and you missed it. I didn't miss it, I just... attended at a limited distance. Chak Chel's set. Doooog. It was. (MM.) Bruh, I just miss when SNAILS was Captain. That was fun times. Too bad we can't go back. ...we can go back... No, dude don't-- Ted, Ted, and Ted meet Todd, Todd, and Todd at Lost In The Sauce Lands. So basically--all 6 of them fuck up at the same time and end up In this-- It's basically a void that lasts infinitely at Lost Lands. Oh shit. _ You better quit it, before you get Stuck in The Skrillex. [The Skrillex Tar Pits] _ Have you ever seen a mosh pit at-- -- Skril-- NO. I'm not ready to talk about it. --Dillon Francis-- It was really therapeutic. -it was nice, they had protective equipment -there was a line, and a queue -it was literally the safest moshpit I've ever attended. Meanwhile, at the Skrillex concert: I'M NOT READY. - Well, that was nuts. Please. No amount of marijuana is going to make you capable of understanding-- I'm not trying to understand, i'm trying to cope; okay? This nigga has magical powers. --And then what?-- Is she still on fire? (an explosion) Yes. Is she still on fire? (several explosions) Maybe. There were so many bombs. (((But the worst?))) “The Nigga Conniption” Oh, shit, is that what we're calling it? Where did he get it? He didn't “get it”, he just had it. How could he just “have it.” I had to do something; They were going to kill him. What happened to your “survival of the fittest” This is different. How is it different? This is different because he isn't sick, or defective--he's just...created… …? ...differently. So it's different. Woah. That's a lot of shit. It is a lot. What the fuck. I swear to GOD i've been in this WOBBLE for over a MINUTE NOW. Ahhhh, there you are-- Ah, The Wobbles. Here, we meet: -mr. wobble -the wobble monster and some other wobble people who live in the wobble. Bruh. I am so tired. What does this dude eat for breakfast? I guess we insert that scene with Dillon Francis here, right? (((Yup.)) So, to this festival… YESTIVAL. Oh shit, is that what we called it? YES. oh shit, because-- EVERYTHING IS YES. (Everything was yes.) ((It was.)) (((It still is.))) The Venga Bus. The Double Dutch Bus. Whatever that is. The Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile. That strange Double Decker from Harry Potter. T h e S o u l T r a i n Did it have a name? I don't know. I don't have time for the internet right now. Now they call me “the internet” Okay, wait-- Yeah. So. Next time I die, that's it--everything just stops. Yes. _ Eventually I'm gonna get sick of this shit and just sit But that's someday, And todays not it; It's lit About to hit TiTs and Hit the Highway, And I'm on the way Cause I was born to rage. DaDa Life. Ahhs, those were the days. The golden age of rave… FIRST OF ALL PASQUALE, THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS. (Overhead of EDC) YOU DID THIS. [that's a neutral] Is she yelling at him? I think she's more proud and impressed, but pissed at the same time, because he's just so nonchalant and calm about it. Oh please, that nigga is not calm. Face. Have you seen his eyes? They're wild. Wild, I tell you. OKay what the fuck is happening; Pasqualle's eating Twinkies right now. Dude, the world is ending. I don't think the world is “ending”, it's just...something's probably wrong with it or something. [[watching virtual rave]] oh yes, something is wrong with it definitely. What is actually happening right now. This shit just lifted us into space-- --this isn't it, is it?-- What, at the rave? You're still at that rave? You have reception in space?...Hello… Oh Hell No. My Phone cut off! I still have reception. Who do you have T Mobile (but later) Bruh, I just lost service. What? Oh no. Oh, what-- I still have service. What? When did you get here? Who the fuck are you? I've...always been here. What, no you haven't, I-- Shh. Here. What? How do you have service? What carrier is this? GOOGLE. I don't know--have you asked Google about it? No, fuck that, I don't want to talk to Google about it--she's just going to make me over analyse everything-- Maybe you should over-analyse it. No. Hey man, the word ‘analysis' is starting to look funny. Of course it looks funny, it starts with ‘anal' Who starts with ‘anal'? Touchy. Hooe shit, have you seen that bitch? She's scary. She's a bit scary. Did she say that? I believe it. I don't know if I believe it. BELIEVE IT. Wait, you're Naruto? In the flesh! WHY! Why am I Naruto? WHY ARE YOU IN THE FLESH?! How did you DO this? You did-did. I did not DO this; I couldn't DO this! You can do anything. But I didn't! But you can. You can do everything. You are everything. But i'm not. Alright. Then you're not. WHAT? If you honestly believe that--or whatever you honestly believe--then that's facts. Damn, she put you in a “Fuck You” Chamber. [*ding!* FUHCKYOU] What did you DO. Yo, what did you doooo. What did you do to this girl, oh my god dude; I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU. I HATE-- Oh now, dear; Hate is such a strong word. Ohh. It's a Skrillex. S K R I L L E X It is. Looks Fragile. Should we grab it? FIRST OF ALL, --Goddammit, dude-- “IT”, is a HE. Okay, DAMN. DAMN? OKAY. [she does.] Damn. Yeah. So that's what “Damn” is. Lol the first damnation. Hey-- Hi-- Okay, what if-- What if: THAT'S the name of your Supergroup? I wanted to call us “Trifecta” Here? yeah , right here. This is where you want your Kingdom? ...Yeah, right here. ...Okay... Okay. {A look} K bye. _ I've been at this rave for 57 days. _ Okay. Ya'll. Okay, ya'll! No. Guys. We gotta get out of here. What? Noooo. We're just getting started. No. Guys. I'm serious. Something is happening. “I see dead people” ...Freddy Mercury? Really. Uh huh. At a rave. Yes. In space. We did go to space, yes. Okay. Simpson? Yes. I'm gonna need you to take the day off. he's crazy He's not crazy, he's just gay! he's craaazy gay. _ Okay. But how do you know him? he's my ex. No he isn't. Who is it? (sighs) it's...my ex. WHAT? Check. Mate. Bitch. __ Mm. I know her. Who--Billie Ellish-- [Nods] What? Take me to her. Take you...to Billie Ellish. If that's what you're calling...her... now...yes. “now”? Mmhmm. Lady, how old are you--and what is this shit? Hm. (squints) try it. (sus) UH, no…? Suit yourself. It's there if you ever want it. (later) Dillon Francis is searching frantically for extra magic when-- [He comes across the flask, and snatches it.] WOW. Yeah, I know; it's crazy, right? You just found him like this? I did. Where was he? I tripped over him at a bus stop. Woah. Bro, that's so mean. Okay What did Dillon Francis do to you? He knows what he did. He does? No. (He actually does.) Oh, I knew it! ((You should know it, you wrote--)) THE END. ___ What is your favorite invention? Of mine? Yeah. Hmm…. (((Ganja.))) What's your favorite color? Hmmm… (((White))) “When The Day Met The Night” Has Brenden Urie been to the future? Probably. He seems... He seems off. (He is) We all are. (You are.) Hey--who's saying that? Let me be Frank. Dooooooog. it's that part! It's that part. Shuttup! Nigga this is it--this is the shit I told you! So...how many channels is this on? It's on millions of channels throughout the interdiemensions and counting. “Millions of channels throughout the interdimensions,” Not only are we Global; We are now Interplanetary, and our Communication Technology has connected us into the outer dimensions, and intersecting parallels. Are you guys done blowing eachother up yet? UH, WHAT? You're idiots; This was supposed to be a redemption for your entire species, and you fuckwads ruined...pretty much everything. Now we have to mellow out your entire civilization-- --yeah, or annihilate it-- ---just for you backwards savages to get lifted into the Ascension. Idiots. What was that? What was what? Did you hear something? Hear what? Ouch! Ow? What's wrong? Are you Okay?! *trigger, pulled* -------------------------------------------------------BOOM--------------------------------------------------------------- S/HE CAME THROUGH MY SUBWOOFER. She came in through the bathroom window. ___ No, no, no--let me be the DJ. You're already the DJ. Heh. I wanna be the DJ. What were you saying? I don't know. Something Something Sonny Something. So she took 6 Xanex, and #Adderall It was just a long day, that's all… And then I hear Skrillex is on his way HERE? Damn. No. I'm not okay. So, I... Damn dog, she lost it. She lost it. I ovet is. huh. Oh man, he was on one. I'm on one. Fuck it, I'm On One. Fuck. What happened? What happened? What happened? Well, that's tragic. Wait--this is a tragedy? No, it isn't--it's a comedy. No, it isn't-it has Sad Dillon Francis. Exactly. If it has sad Dillon Francis in it, it's tragic. It's supposed to be dramatic. Dillon Francis was crying in it? That's fantastic. That's hilarious. Sad Dillon Francis? I don't want to see sad Dillon Francis! He's a bad actor. Then i'll be sad. We're all sad. Oh, you're right--we're all sad. Oh. He is actually not a bad actor. He was really good in it. Oh, my God--it was really good. Are you serious? I'm not watching it. It's nominated for an Oscar. I'm not watching it. C'mon man --do you know how long it took to get my hands on this? They have them at Fantastik. Do you know what I had to do? It was not cool. Bro, it was so cool! So goood. He is, he's good. What has he done! This is bad. This is very bad. KLIPTOWN EMPYREAN, OH I GET IT, IT'S-- Sop. Okay? You're never gonna get it. ‘Nah, you're never gonna get it. Never ever gonna get it DUDE. WHAT? WRITE THE FUCKIN MOVIE. WHICH ONE? I DON'T KNOW--THE ONE THAT GETS US OUT OF HERE. How'd you learn how to do that? Do what? Does he know? No, he doesn't. He doesn't know. Oh. Oh, he doesn't know what he did? Nah, not yet. Wow. Have you seen this? [Looks] (Not Impressed) Now I have. What d you think-- I don't. That it's like, magic, or...what is that. I don't know what it is. Well...what do you think it is? I don't think, I just listen; and if anything sounds interesting, I just send it in. Interesting like this? [plays it] CUT TO: [stops it] This is interesting. They stare into The Box. I'm glad you did this in person. No one else can know about this; Not even our affiliates. Not even-- Nobody. Woah, it actually came back I told you, if it was a good idea, it would always come back. It...I guess. Besides, it's already happened. It's just playing over. “Do I Know you?” “Do you?” Damn. This shit gets deep. I don't get how it's deep. And I don't get how it's DIllon Francis. I can't even imagine how this happened. Imagine Dragons. That's--I'd rather--not. Anyway, why is she cooking this nigga breakfast? Because he's dead, he should have a nice breakfast. Yeah, you're probably right. BILLIE ELLISH I---like that scythe. SUPA CRYPT KEEPER It's nice, right? BILLIE ELLISH Yeah. I like it. SCK You like it? Have it. BILLIE ELLISH It's mine? SCK Yah! If you like it so much, just take it-- CUT TO DILLON FRANCIS DUDE, SHE TOOk ONE OF MY MAGNETS. CUT BACK TO BILLIE ELLISH Nice! Besides, I have another one just like it--but tiny. TINY SCYTHE. Have you seen this Billie Ellish kid? Oh wow. Yeah, she's kind of terrifying. BILLIE ELLISH is an Old Soul. (it's true, she actually is) A really, really old soul. Who is this. I like it. Are You Okay? Not really, but-- (Shrugs) That's it? That was the fast? Yup. But it was so short. Sometimes it is. But now what? What else do you want? I...don't know how to do this. Sure you do,you just do it. You don't know how you shine the sun, you just do it Just do it! JUST DO IT, NIKE. Is this your knife? I...yes. [they fight] Is this your knife? I... maybe... [they fight] Is this...your I-- [winces] CUT TO: Now, give me your hat. What, why?! GIVE ME YOUR HAT. Damn dude, Skrillex is kicking ass and taking names all day in this. What movie is this? *This is the dimension where pretty much, everything is Skrillex. Well, Everything is Skrillex. Is this the one with the Bellagio Fountain? I think it is. Nigga. He remixed it. He what? The Conniption. He remixed it. What? “The Conniption”; that's what people are calling it. Oh... Yeah. Bruh. Look at-- OH MY GOD. Bro..you leave the fandom, you leave the kingdom. What Kingdom? Dog, this isn't a Kingdom, it's just random. Bro, people LOVE IT. Now they want you to do a collab together. A collab with Skrillex? I can't afford a collab with Skrillex.. You have to do a collab with Skrillex! Uh, I don't have to do anything. Especially that. ___ You're getting residuals off my existence. I am your existence. SKRILLEX is a SUPERSTAR DJ. -&- SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ. WARNING: This combination is potentially hazardous. WARNING. ! ! ! X___X WARNING. __ ...is there something you need me to do? It's... hard to talk about it... Then don't, you don't have to speak, at all, you know. Oh what, he's telepathic? Homeotelepathy. What is that? BRO, WHAT IS YOUR POWER. Dude, I don't want to see Skrillex. That shit is terrifying. You're terrified of Skrillex? [Plays three clips] ...yeah, dude. Okay, so basically. Wow, he's a rocket scientist. How did you get to this Planet? What Planet. Oh, Goddamn him. Well, t-- Then we just LARPED. Wow that's... Oh, it got violent. Are you Finished with the Skrillex? Not yet. DUDE, DID YOU KNOW? NO! DID HE KNOW? NO! (((YES.))) AGH. I hate this place! Everything is YES. You're a fucking idiot. Oh yeah, you're a fucking Skrillex. How about that? Call me Skrillex again, you little bitch--just look me in the eye and say it. Skrillex. __ Hey, I know this magic… Magic, this is all magic. Yeah, I know this guy; This is Jimmy Fallon's magic. (Good job, bro.) Jimmy Fallon's Galaxy. What the fuck I thought it was a planet. *Ahem. Jimmy Fallon's Magic Galaxy. Oh, wow. Alright, then. WHAT. Jimmy Fallon isn't a Bampheramph. Actually, he just made Captain. You're kidding. No, that was... that just happened. Jimmy Fallon. (Obviously) Come with--actually, you can stay right there. What? Just stand right there. ...and that's his magic. How does he have that? What did he ask for? What did you give him? What did he ask for? What did you give him?! Oh My God. You can't just go around granting wishes! I was just trying to manage these prayers, one-handedly. You can't just answer all the prayers as “wishes granted” that's why we have this system. Christ. No, not me--not today, Satan; I can't TAKE IT. JESUS CHRIST. Nah, he quit. What?! BUT. You got me now, so. Who the FUCK are you? I'm..uh... What are they calling me? They don't know it's you, they're still calling you Jesus. Well of course they still worship Jesus. Which Jesus? Well, any Jesus--All The Jesus. It was all the Jesus. All the Jesus. Magic Israel? A Ziptie machine? A “Stud Finder” IT WORKED. Of course it works. Well, no use crying over spilled Skrillex. But what do we do with it? Well, we're just going to have to get rid of it. Get rid of it? Fuck that! Didn't you say you wanted to *sissappear? Yes. Then get out of here. It is-- No, this isn't. This is his. No it isn't--it isn't Skrillex. What do you mean “It isn't Skrillex”? It's Skrillex. It isn't Skrillex. What are you talking about--it's-- I made this. What? No, it's. It's me. I did this. She's not mad at him, or anything In fact, She's just a fragment Or a figment or a magnet, that managed to stick In his imagination I hang out in this memory It's bad, But I keep going back-- I thought maybe I could manage it Keep it from happening But it just keeps happening And hasn't yet I have to see him. His eyes. He's hiding it. I know where the rest is. Skrillex has it. I'm dying, right? I have to be dying. You're dead. But I'm dying. I've been here before and I've felt it. Tokyo? High rise. Sounds Nice. Check the price on a flight. Likewise, I've tried to find this guy about a million times. I know where he hides it. So, how does it end? It just ends. yeah --but how does it end? It just...ended. You actually have to leave, to get out of here. NO… Don't do it. Don't do what? I didn't do anything. This is the way she wanted it. JUMP. Jump--now? Are you sure? This morning my mind was made up; I was going to Thailand for over a month. Sweet, and Rich-- But Flaky Like a pastry in the morning; Seems like a great treat but really, He's no good for me So we'll have a Mexican Wedding Damn. How did Dillon Francis get so high up??? Well, I found him hanging from a tree, so. OH FUCK, I GET IT-- HE IS GERALD. Damn. I don't know how to explain this… Oh shit, I get it; I'm Gerald. - — NEXT EPISODE: CESMET AND PETRUFHEIO are beyond overwhelm; GIAN stands before them, taking a respectful bow as he, too joins them in battlestance, which cannot be broken in physical stature, however the focused energy between the triad raises the entire colleaium into a total chaos and commotion. GIAN?! What is this? Who are you? GIAN, serious and stern, unusual to his demeanor, scoffs, as he focuses on C'esme't, acknowledging her presence in consciousness, and all respect. Petrutheio, face reddened, implodes with anger, nearly breaking his stance. Go ahead, Pet— That's Your Highness— —you can't win— —I already have— —He'll kill you. —he's already dead— Aren't we all? C'esme't, the only of the triad having actually experienced all forms of death, aoftens her gaze, entering into cosmic ompinpotence I'm having a hard time Getting started With this project Probably because I just want off this planet Cause it's lovelies; I'm honest with my thoughts, And now I'm lost in them I'm lost without you Lost another pair of socks, In the common laundry room I'm just an everyday, ordinary Motherfucking wannabe, a DJ But I wanna be a mother one day I'm at the apex I'm a warning call, A warning call A warning If I kill myself again, I'm waking up next to my lover So good morning, So good morning Just a warning Nothing's ever better Then the taste of butter; Dug you up to wonder what the fuck was up With all the rubber ducks Inside my cup, or tub I'm just a cuck I guess you really love her, huh I really love the one, I really love I really love My other husband— Huh I'm at the apex I'm a warning call, A warning call A warning [SHOT] If I kill myself again, I'm waking up next to my lover So good morning, So good morning Just a warning [SHOT] Just a warning shot to shut you up, You little fucking slut Enough's enough Another lover, motherfucker Suck it up, you cunt You're just another one You're just another one of us You're just another Just another one of us You're just another one You're just another one of us You're just another Just another one of us I dug you up to hug you, But all you are is just Some bones, dressed in new clothes I took your skull home And I put it on my mantle, Make a wish, —and then I blow the candle Out. Huh C'esme't has secretly turned to self-harm, in the midst of her ongoing emotional crisis due to Petruchio's arrogance and deliberate carelessness; she begins to fear for her Selfl, as she discovers during a match in her reflective state that she is recently unable to cry, hardened by her stubbornly aggressive counterpart, C'esme't draws the blood of her palm, which she spills onto the sundial in the labyrinth; she is startled and surprised shamefully by Gian, who, though normally calm becomes diffuse, and sent into a powerful fury of sadness and rage-- She reveals to Gian, in his onset of tears that she herself has been unable to cry, to which he deflates as she comforts him, holding his as he weeps glistening streams of ‘conscious tears, crying quite physically for the two of them, blood mixing with his tears as he grasps s cesmet's wounded palm, gripping it to his cheek; His intrinsic healing powers are revealed as his tears begin to mend the deep wound; Meanwhile, Petrutheio becomes irritated, as he is forced to continue pausing a Jester's Match, stricken with excruciating pain in his own palm; Attempting to ignore it, he continues forward with his match, but is irreversibly injured when s when his palm becomes again singed with pain and he is stricken by his opponent; He falls to the ground, clutching his palm, immediately knocked unconscious. He fades into a dream. PETRUTHEIO, YOU TELEPATHIC HACK! Oh, so you finally acknowledge my telepathy… In the highest realm, where The One is set to assume, interwoven intoThe Golden Goddess Of The Eye— Dark Heart Artist —the Eldest consciousness in any given existence; being that of everything of Love, and Light The middle realm, where the majority of a——- What the fuck. Wait, what happened? It just ENDS!!? It just ENDED. WHAT THE FUCK. AHHHAHHHHAHAHHHH. No, no, no– WHAT THE FUCK Wait! Go back! AHHHHHHHHH. [Holding eachother screaming] Oh, look. A butterfly. WHAT. There is is. Oh. See. huh. [a calm silence] Bro. huh . Wait. we're INSIDE. {holding eachotherscreaming] My heart is in another place, And with these words we face A face to face A fight of fights The faux of foes— And so, a duel it is For you, I fawned; For you, I called— The darkest night was followed by The lightest light That Dawn could bring, And I would sing this to you, too, My love— But have no melody A melodrama, Or a comedy? Come my lover, come to me My lover, come to me Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me What was once, Is always— Don't you see? I see you, See you, see me What we were, We always are We always are We always, always Oh, what would you do to me? Oh, what will you do to me? Oh, what did you do to me? What have you done to me? Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me I did fall; We did fight— It is love; He had fawned for me once— Oh— Love is what it always was; What we were once, We all become Come to me, my lover Come to me, my lover Come to me, my lover My lover, come to me Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me HI, I'm Gerald. Dude, I can't tell the story of Gerald. Only Dillon Francis can do that. I concur. That's right. Gerald is his friend-- --He's my friend-- I'm not go-- And that's it. It just ends. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

{Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] Ugh, Die! Die! Die! - my mom (My mom actually said that.) SEASON 6 ACT III, PART VIII “The Lovers' Quarrel” The Lovers must practice an a traditional one-handed duel; They must fence whilst one arm is tied behind the back, a rope tightly held by each's own ascended master as they maneuver in the round. It is a practice of stealth, dynamic movement, and self control. Petruchio and C'esmet passionately dance in the round--the training period stands as a trial-and-error, The Ascended masters tugging at the ropes to correct their mistakes. C'esme't travels to a descended dimension to materialize her Ascended Mastery; Supacree Gains her powers not slowly, but all at once. Avicii explains how long one walks the astral void before returning home into the Kingdom of Heaven after departing. DILLON FRANCIS YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED. CHAK CHEL I wasn't trying to get you killed! I was trying to get you laid! || D.J. YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED. C.C. I WASNT TRYING TO GET YOU KILLED! I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU LAID. D.J. I can get laid by myself! C.C. D.J. Shut UP. The famed lovers take their place in the center of the arena; they humbly and gracefully take their battle stance, looking each other in the eye, one arm extended behind the back to face the sky, the other planted firmly, grounding them to earth. In quiet desperation, a silence falls over the entirety of the space—until, a glowing light distracts all but the two of the lovers, focused in oneness, acknowledging two qual parts of one whole. The crowd gasps and coos, as the glowing figure, masqueraded by shadows in a beam of light and colorful auras A tall figure stands equidistant to the two lovers; the triad is formed, and as he begins the yet Ū fort old ancient ritual, the lovers are overwhelmed with shock and confusion. blackout — END EPISODE Lost your shine? Lost my Skrillex! You miss it? Do I Miss—? … You know what? What. Fuck you, dude. ...no can do. [later] Are we relaxed? What is this? I need it. You fucked up. This isn't right. No, it isn't. — BLACKOUT, What happened here? Are we rolling? Cut to commercial. — Are you serious? I'm so serious!!! She's so serious. Cut to: Grocery Store, Day [over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!! What is she DOING? What are you doing? I'm doing me, bitch. And she's dancing like she never has before. —cut to rave— ***WUBZ*** Who is this? I'm on my own tonight. Is she drinking?!? THATS NOT FAIR! Oh, Sweet Jesus! —regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time. Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair. THIS ISN'T SKRILLEX. Sweet Baby Jesus. Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES. Regular Jesus: oh, you're saved. Nice. [ JESUS passes BABY JESUS to SWEET JESUS, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.] Send the Messiah. Wait, which one? Yeah, whose Messiah? Cut back to: the rave ...Who's baby is this? Woah, cool baby. I respect that. [the third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.] Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled? MAYBE: Cut to: A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.] Cut back to: No, his vibe. Is he sparkling? It's his aura. Oh. Pfft. Lol. Okay. —- First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. .. Oh, my God… I am alarmed. She's so stupid… Actually, just ugly—! Eyyy. Woahhh! But now I'm— You're a fan. Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally. OKAY. Ew, gross. Just kill me. [without hesitation] No—Ze Rulez. [Lowers Rave Weapon] __ I'm highly allergic— —Don't need Skrillex. Brought my own! — [stabs self] What is that? Oh shit, it's the EPI(c)PEN OH SHIT. Nice. It also writes. After the stab? Usually after, yes. You, have to. Oh, yeah, huh? No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write. — Anyway—what were you trying to write? ...fuck, I forgot. Good job, Sonny. ___ Take me back! You wanted this. I wanted NOTHING. You got there! Agh!! Then when you did, you wanted to leave. There's no music. It's literally NOTHING. Except Jimmy Fallon. WHAT?! Since when?! What? Since literally ever. What?! No way. Let me see. Let me see. Oh my—WOAH. Let me see. Nothing is something! Unh-uh bro! What the— IT IS JIMMY FALLON. There's this cricket that lives Somewhere near here, When I hear him I think of the song He sings and all I think is “I wish someone would sing for me, I wish someone would sing for me” If he makes me cry one more time... “One last time, We gonna celebrate” If there's an album, there's going to be a tour; If there's a tour, I'm gonna wanna see him And it's just infinite, isn't it-- Infinite, isn't it? There's no point to it; There's really nowhere safe, that I could run from him A class act An a plus A sad actor with black magic A bad pastor with bad habits A black cat, and a hat and in it Is everything I ever imagined If there's an album, There's going to be a crowd I'm gonna want to be in it And it's just infinite isn't it Can't live with Skrillex Can't go on tour with him Maybe I just, Settle down in this awful town While I try to figure out, What this is about And if this is about Skrillex How did I get into it? If this is Skrillex How do ___ AHHHH DUDE. AHHH THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Ahhhh man. What the fuck. This is--did you Put The Skrillex in The Skrillex, like I said? ...I… ...did you put the Skrillex in The Skrillex? Skrillex-Skrillex Put the-the Skrillex in the Skrillex Skrillex-t-Skrillex-Skrillex Skrillex is Skrillex-Skrillex OH SHIT. YOU DON'T REMEMBER WRITING ‘THE SKRILLEX SONG'? I DIDN'T WRITE IT! YOU WROTE IT. She's denying it. Oh, She stole all ya'll music. She took all of my songs. All of them? I mean, not all of them--just the bangers. I'm not going to Mexico for Dillon Francis. “The Interrogation” SUPACREE pays the incarcerated SKRILLEX under observation a series of visits, using her invisibility cloak. [[*This would be along the same storyline (using a linear “time”) where SUPACREE has gained most of her abilities, and is also terrorizing Dillon Francis (*interns scene). So. What? Just to get this straight; Nobody can see SUPACREE? Right. But she's--basically--beating the shit out of people. Yeah, she's just... fucking shit up. But nobody can see her. No. At all. No. Nobody at all, just the DJ's. Starting with-- D1-Skrillex D2-DIllon Francis D3-SUPACREE (Wait, how the fuck?) Scary Monsters and SUPACREE. Well, which comes first? What? Which movie? I--What? In order. Order? Like...wait, what are you saying? When you put them in order-- Order?? ORDER!!! Bruh. I just got a dick pic from Dillon Francis. What? By like, accident? I don't think it was an accident… It had to be... It has a personalized greeting, with my name in it. What? Let me see--! (Look) I mean--not “let me see”, I just meant--the greeting. Like, what did it say? Dude-- Damn, that's… Yeahhhh man! Was there a show tonight? Maaaayyybe, I don't know where it would be... Yo dude, I'm calling--WOAH. What dude? I got a message from him too! Oh shiiiit, what's it say? Should I even open it? Open it! What if it's his dick, bro? Open it! [Opens it.] OHHH. It's his dick, bro. Oh SHIT, what the fuck HAPPENED? What did happen? Does yours have a message? What did happen…? I feel like--wait, is that--huh. What does the message say? It does have a message...wait--let me see yours again. What the fuck for? [staring at phone, cocking head slowly to one side] ((Ohh, I like this, the audio pans like--)) I feel like mine's at a different angle. A different angle--wh--let me see. [shows phone] [cocks head to the side slowly, returning to his phone to compare the photos] Oh shit, that is at a different angle. With different lighting! Whatthefuuuck. Dude. _ Well, what did you do when you were Skrillex? A lot. _ Yo. That dude has like 16 passports. I had a lot of fun as Qua Long. _ Shenanigans As Dillon Francis-- Oh shit, this is gonna be a long list. It's actually not that much. (It's a lot) Dillon Francis sits at his desk in his Lair/Office. A pile of legal paperwork is stacked in front of him. ((Oh shit, where's the scene where he's got the glasses?)) Which...glasses… Aw fuck. Oh, right--cause he has a-- He has an entire series. How the fuck did Dillon Francis get to be Captain of the Motherfucking Bampheramphs?! FUCK that, he's not my captain. He's your captain. He is not my Captain. That is not my President. I'M THE CAPTAIN NOW! **Insert: This Is: Dillon Francis Here Damn dude. Dillon Francis needs an entire character analisis (Okay, keep that misspelling, that's hilarious. Anyway) *Analysis I think I might have to write one. Can we not? I mean. Yo dude, i”m like half capacity for Dillon Francis Half, is….half. Well, I mean it's corona virus so-- Fragments of Mr. Francis Blasted analysis Need a dialysis just to get this Sk- Shit out my system. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I shout out curses. Now I speak clown I'm an Owl out of water. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I create languages I see the stares On blank faces I paint the canvas With blood and with ashes I leave on the pavement First of all, These park and raves are crazy Electric Daisy is inside me Everybody's at the party All the stars aligning And all the patrons waiting, waving ___ I call him “The Ghost” You never know where he goes, And the music follows No forward But I know, I know He's The Ghost Producer And I'm just a Loser _ Ive never seen this one before! Me neither. That's great. Something new. Well-something old, something new--it's Skrillex. Yeah, but I like Skrillex. We all like Skrillex Wow. Oh, the fan..family. Family? Family, wait-- AGH, THIS MUSIC IS DISTRACTING ME. It was so clear, and then it just-- Yeah, Vanished? Yeah. Yeah. [A Silence.] A circle of dancing people summon wishes out of the center of their Concentrical Circle. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. What. I'm pretty sure this already happened. I remember that. What? That never happened Uh. It did. It happened like, last season-- --LAST SEASON? --maybe even the season before that. What! I thought we were watching the Pilot! I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MOVIE. This is the third movie. THE THIRD MOVIE? Wait--when did you get here? I...have always been here. [beat.] She's been going on like this for two days. Oh My God. Yes. Have you tried to stop her? No, it's too good; Plus, she can sense us coming it's--watch this. Queue the passerby. A passerby moves towards the garden in the far east corner of the observatory; Are you recording all of this? Even better; We're broadcasting it. To WHO? (in space, in what (was thought to be, anyway) a Void in the unknown. Uh, it WAS a void in the unknown, until a satellite crossed into it) What the fuck, is that a Satelite? A satellite! A satellite? Which satellite? I've got dozens of satellites. Dozens? *Thousands Elon Musk: ...Was it one of mine? (It was) ((To literally nobody's surprise)) (((Literally))) Literally, nobody--because literally nobody ever existed, ever. Until this happened. WHAT IS THIS? Have you seen this? No. Well, you're in it. Okay? I'm in a lot of shit. We all are. But not this. (yes you are) What was that? What was what? You need to burn this. Burn it… Nobody can ever see it. Okay. I just took 6 Xanex. 6! YES. And ⅓. And a third. Okay. Yes. 6 and ⅓. This, This. This is why. Why what? Why he looked at me like that. Like what? [A look.] But how could he have even known; Where could he have ever been, that I was that would make it make sense. Well, we know the Why. This is why. So now--How. How, now Brown Cow? Okay, honestly--it's almost funny now, because yeah--I'd probably also react that same way if I knew someone was going to write that about me. Yeah, I panicked. Panicked; I had a heart attack. Have you seen that thing? Yeah, it's massive. It is massive it's-- --God, it's ridiculous. --It's almost atrocious. Yikes. Yeah. I've been inside of this story before. Oh? I've been inside all of them. I see. Most of them, I just choose to forget. What makes it so that you choose? _ I actually stopped breathing. For how long? Forever. It was nice. _ You...made this…? I...yeah. You cooked me breakfast. I enjoy cooking. Well, thank you. Welcome. DEAD. How did-- Alright. So these two planets. Yeah. Two different galaxies? I guess. Okay. _ First of all that party was lit as fuck and you missed it. I didn't miss it, I just... attended at a limited distance. Chak Chel's set. Doooog. It was. (MM.) Bruh, I just miss when SNAILS was Captain. That was fun times. Too bad we can't go back. ...we can go back... No, dude don't-- Ted, Ted, and Ted meet Todd, Todd, and Todd at Lost In The Sauce Lands. So basically--all 6 of them fuck up at the same time and end up In this-- It's basically a void that lasts infinitely at Lost Lands. Oh shit. _ You better quit it, before you get Stuck in The Skrillex. [The Skrillex Tar Pits] _ Have you ever seen a mosh pit at-- -- Skril-- NO. I'm not ready to talk about it. --Dillon Francis-- It was really therapeutic. -it was nice, they had protective equipment -there was a line, and a queue -it was literally the safest moshpit I've ever attended. Meanwhile, at the Skrillex concert: I'M NOT READY. - Well, that was nuts. Please. No amount of marijuana is going to make you capable of understanding-- I'm not trying to understand, i'm trying to cope; okay? This nigga has magical powers. --And then what?-- Is she still on fire? (an explosion) Yes. Is she still on fire? (several explosions) Maybe. There were so many bombs. (((But the worst?))) “The Nigga Conniption” Oh, shit, is that what we're calling it? Where did he get it? He didn't “get it”, he just had it. How could he just “have it.” I had to do something; They were going to kill him. What happened to your “survival of the fittest” This is different. How is it different? This is different because he isn't sick, or defective--he's just...created… …? ...differently. So it's different. Woah. That's a lot of shit. It is a lot. What the fuck. I swear to GOD i've been in this WOBBLE for over a MINUTE NOW. Ahhhh, there you are-- Ah, The Wobbles. Here, we meet: -mr. wobble -the wobble monster and some other wobble people who live in the wobble. Bruh. I am so tired. What does this dude eat for breakfast? I guess we insert that scene with Dillon Francis here, right? (((Yup.)) So, to this festival… YESTIVAL. Oh shit, is that what we called it? YES. oh shit, because-- EVERYTHING IS YES. (Everything was yes.) ((It was.)) (((It still is.))) The Venga Bus. The Double Dutch Bus. Whatever that is. The Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile. That strange Double Decker from Harry Potter. T h e S o u l T r a i n Did it have a name? I don't know. I don't have time for the internet right now. Now they call me “the internet” Okay, wait-- Yeah. So. Next time I die, that's it--everything just stops. Yes. _ Eventually I'm gonna get sick of this shit and just sit But that's someday, And todays not it; It's lit About to hit TiTs and Hit the Highway, And I'm on the way Cause I was born to rage. DaDa Life. Ahhs, those were the days. The golden age of rave… FIRST OF ALL PASQUALE, THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS. (Overhead of EDC) YOU DID THIS. [that's a neutral] Is she yelling at him? I think she's more proud and impressed, but pissed at the same time, because he's just so nonchalant and calm about it. Oh please, that nigga is not calm. Face. Have you seen his eyes? They're wild. Wild, I tell you. OKay what the fuck is happening; Pasqualle's eating Twinkies right now. Dude, the world is ending. I don't think the world is “ending”, it's just...something's probably wrong with it or something. [[watching virtual rave]] oh yes, something is wrong with it definitely. What is actually happening right now. This shit just lifted us into space-- --this isn't it, is it?-- What, at the rave? You're still at that rave? You have reception in space?...Hello… Oh Hell No. My Phone cut off! I still have reception. Who do you have T Mobile (but later) Bruh, I just lost service. What? Oh no. Oh, what-- I still have service. What? When did you get here? Who the fuck are you? I've...always been here. What, no you haven't, I-- Shh. Here. What? How do you have service? What carrier is this? GOOGLE. I don't know--have you asked Google about it? No, fuck that, I don't want to talk to Google about it--she's just going to make me over analyse everything-- Maybe you should over-analyse it. No. Hey man, the word ‘analysis' is starting to look funny. Of course it looks funny, it starts with ‘anal' Who starts with ‘anal'? Touchy. Hooe shit, have you seen that bitch? She's scary. She's a bit scary. Did she say that? I believe it. I don't know if I believe it. BELIEVE IT. Wait, you're Naruto? In the flesh! WHY! Why am I Naruto? WHY ARE YOU IN THE FLESH?! How did you DO this? You did-did. I did not DO this; I couldn't DO this! You can do anything. But I didn't! But you can. You can do everything. You are everything. But i'm not. Alright. Then you're not. WHAT? If you honestly believe that--or whatever you honestly believe--then that's facts. Damn, she put you in a “Fuck You” Chamber. [*ding!* FUHCKYOU] What did you DO. Yo, what did you doooo. What did you do to this girl, oh my god dude; I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU. I HATE-- Oh now, dear; Hate is such a strong word. Ohh. It's a Skrillex. S K R I L L E X It is. Looks Fragile. Should we grab it? FIRST OF ALL, --Goddammit, dude-- “IT”, is a HE. Okay, DAMN. DAMN? OKAY. [she does.] Damn. Yeah. So that's what “Damn” is. Lol the first damnation. Hey-- Hi-- Okay, what if-- What if: THAT'S the name of your Supergroup? I wanted to call us “Trifecta” Here? yeah , right here. This is where you want your Kingdom? ...Yeah, right here. ...Okay... Okay. {A look} K bye. _ I've been at this rave for 57 days. _ Okay. Ya'll. Okay, ya'll! No. Guys. We gotta get out of here. What? Noooo. We're just getting started. No. Guys. I'm serious. Something is happening. “I see dead people” ...Freddy Mercury? Really. Uh huh. At a rave. Yes. In space. We did go to space, yes. Okay. Simpson? Yes. I'm gonna need you to take the day off. he's crazy He's not crazy, he's just gay! he's craaazy gay. _ Okay. But how do you know him? he's my ex. No he isn't. Who is it? (sighs) it's...my ex. WHAT? Check. Mate. Bitch. __ Mm. I know her. Who--Billie Ellish-- [Nods] What? Take me to her. Take you...to Billie Ellish. If that's what you're calling...her... now...yes. “now”? Mmhmm. Lady, how old are you--and what is this shit? Hm. (squints) try it. (sus) UH, no…? Suit yourself. It's there if you ever want it. (later) Dillon Francis is searching frantically for extra magic when-- [He comes across the flask, and snatches it.] WOW. Yeah, I know; it's crazy, right? You just found him like this? I did. Where was he? I tripped over him at a bus stop. Woah. Bro, that's so mean. Okay What did Dillon Francis do to you? He knows what he did. He does? No. (He actually does.) Oh, I knew it! ((You should know it, you wrote--)) THE END. ___ What is your favorite invention? Of mine? Yeah. Hmm…. (((Ganja.))) What's your favorite color? Hmmm… (((White))) “When The Day Met The Night” Has Brenden Urie been to the future? Probably. He seems... He seems off. (He is) We all are. (You are.) Hey--who's saying that? Let me be Frank. Dooooooog. it's that part! It's that part. Shuttup! Nigga this is it--this is the shit I told you! So...how many channels is this on? It's on millions of channels throughout the interdiemensions and counting. “Millions of channels throughout the interdimensions,” Not only are we Global; We are now Interplanetary, and our Communication Technology has connected us into the outer dimensions, and intersecting parallels. Are you guys done blowing eachother up yet? UH, WHAT? You're idiots; This was supposed to be a redemption for your entire species, and you fuckwads ruined...pretty much everything. Now we have to mellow out your entire civilization-- --yeah, or annihilate it-- ---just for you backwards savages to get lifted into the Ascension. Idiots. What was that? What was what? Did you hear something? Hear what? Ouch! Ow? What's wrong? Are you Okay?! *trigger, pulled* -------------------------------------------------------BOOM--------------------------------------------------------------- S/HE CAME THROUGH MY SUBWOOFER. She came in through the bathroom window. ___ No, no, no--let me be the DJ. You're already the DJ. Heh. I wanna be the DJ. What were you saying? I don't know. Something Something Sonny Something. So she took 6 Xanex, and #Adderall It was just a long day, that's all… And then I hear Skrillex is on his way HERE? Damn. No. I'm not okay. So, I... Damn dog, she lost it. She lost it. I ovet is. huh. Oh man, he was on one. I'm on one. Fuck it, I'm On One. Fuck. What happened? What happened? What happened? Well, that's tragic. Wait--this is a tragedy? No, it isn't--it's a comedy. No, it isn't-it has Sad Dillon Francis. Exactly. If it has sad Dillon Francis in it, it's tragic. It's supposed to be dramatic. Dillon Francis was crying in it? That's fantastic. That's hilarious. Sad Dillon Francis? I don't want to see sad Dillon Francis! He's a bad actor. Then i'll be sad. We're all sad. Oh, you're right--we're all sad. Oh. He is actually not a bad actor. He was really good in it. Oh, my God--it was really good. Are you serious? I'm not watching it. It's nominated for an Oscar. I'm not watching it. C'mon man --do you know how long it took to get my hands on this? They have them at Fantastik. Do you know what I had to do? It was not cool. Bro, it was so cool! So goood. He is, he's good. What has he done! This is bad. This is very bad. KLIPTOWN EMPYREAN, OH I GET IT, IT'S-- Sop. Okay? You're never gonna get it. ‘Nah, you're never gonna get it. Never ever gonna get it DUDE. WHAT? WRITE THE FUCKIN MOVIE. WHICH ONE? I DON'T KNOW--THE ONE THAT GETS US OUT OF HERE. How'd you learn how to do that? Do what? Does he know? No, he doesn't. He doesn't know. Oh. Oh, he doesn't know what he did? Nah, not yet. Wow. Have you seen this? [Looks] (Not Impressed) Now I have. What d you think-- I don't. That it's like, magic, or...what is that. I don't know what it is. Well...what do you think it is? I don't think, I just listen; and if anything sounds interesting, I just send it in. Interesting like this? [plays it] CUT TO: [stops it] This is interesting. They stare into The Box. I'm glad you did this in person. No one else can know about this; Not even our affiliates. Not even-- Nobody. Woah, it actually came back I told you, if it was a good idea, it would always come back. It...I guess. Besides, it's already happened. It's just playing over. “Do I Know you?” “Do you?” Damn. This shit gets deep. I don't get how it's deep. And I don't get how it's DIllon Francis. I can't even imagine how this happened. Imagine Dragons. That's--I'd rather--not. Anyway, why is she cooking this nigga breakfast? Because he's dead, he should have a nice breakfast. Yeah, you're probably right. BILLIE ELLISH I---like that scythe. SUPA CRYPT KEEPER It's nice, right? BILLIE ELLISH Yeah. I like it. SCK You like it? Have it. BILLIE ELLISH It's mine? SCK Yah! If you like it so much, just take it-- CUT TO DILLON FRANCIS DUDE, SHE TOOk ONE OF MY MAGNETS. CUT BACK TO BILLIE ELLISH Nice! Besides, I have another one just like it--but tiny. TINY SCYTHE. Have you seen this Billie Ellish kid? Oh wow. Yeah, she's kind of terrifying. BILLIE ELLISH is an Old Soul. (it's true, she actually is) A really, really old soul. Who is this. I like it. Are You Okay? Not really, but-- (Shrugs) That's it? That was the fast? Yup. But it was so short. Sometimes it is. But now what? What else do you want? I...don't know how to do this. Sure you do,you just do it. You don't know how you shine the sun, you just do it Just do it! JUST DO IT, NIKE. Is this your knife? I...yes. [they fight] Is this your knife? I... maybe... [they fight] Is this...your I-- [winces] CUT TO: Now, give me your hat. What, why?! GIVE ME YOUR HAT. Damn dude, Skrillex is kicking ass and taking names all day in this. What movie is this? *This is the dimension where pretty much, everything is Skrillex. Well, Everything is Skrillex. Is this the one with the Bellagio Fountain? I think it is. Nigga. He remixed it. He what? The Conniption. He remixed it. What? “The Conniption”; that's what people are calling it. Oh... Yeah. Bruh. Look at-- OH MY GOD. Bro..you leave the fandom, you leave the kingdom. What Kingdom? Dog, this isn't a Kingdom, it's just random. Bro, people LOVE IT. Now they want you to do a collab together. A collab with Skrillex? I can't afford a collab with Skrillex.. You have to do a collab with Skrillex! Uh, I don't have to do anything. Especially that. ___ You're getting residuals off my existence. I am your existence. SKRILLEX is a SUPERSTAR DJ. -&- SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ. WARNING: This combination is potentially hazardous. WARNING. ! ! ! X___X WARNING. __ ...is there something you need me to do? It's... hard to talk about it... Then don't, you don't have to speak, at all, you know. Oh what, he's telepathic? Homeotelepathy. What is that? BRO, WHAT IS YOUR POWER. Dude, I don't want to see Skrillex. That shit is terrifying. You're terrified of Skrillex? [Plays three clips] ...yeah, dude. Okay, so basically. Wow, he's a rocket scientist. How did you get to this Planet? What Planet. Oh, Goddamn him. Well, t-- Then we just LARPED. Wow that's... Oh, it got violent. Are you Finished with the Skrillex? Not yet. DUDE, DID YOU KNOW? NO! DID HE KNOW? NO! (((YES.))) AGH. I hate this place! Everything is YES. You're a fucking idiot. Oh yeah, you're a fucking Skrillex. How about that? Call me Skrillex again, you little bitch--just look me in the eye and say it. Skrillex. __ Hey, I know this magic… Magic, this is all magic. Yeah, I know this guy; This is Jimmy Fallon's magic. (Good job, bro.) Jimmy Fallon's Galaxy. What the fuck I thought it was a planet. *Ahem. Jimmy Fallon's Magic Galaxy. Oh, wow. Alright, then. WHAT. Jimmy Fallon isn't a Bampheramph. Actually, he just made Captain. You're kidding. No, that was... that just happened. Jimmy Fallon. (Obviously) Come with--actually, you can stay right there. What? Just stand right there. ...and that's his magic. How does he have that? What did he ask for? What did you give him? What did he ask for? What did you give him?! Oh My God. You can't just go around granting wishes! I was just trying to manage these prayers, one-handedly. You can't just answer all the prayers as “wishes granted” that's why we have this system. Christ. No, not me--not today, Satan; I can't TAKE IT. JESUS CHRIST. Nah, he quit. What?! BUT. You got me now, so. Who the FUCK are you? I'm..uh... What are they calling me? They don't know it's you, they're still calling you Jesus. Well of course they still worship Jesus. Which Jesus? Well, any Jesus--All The Jesus. It was all the Jesus. All the Jesus. Magic Israel? A Ziptie machine? A “Stud Finder” IT WORKED. Of course it works. Well, no use crying over spilled Skrillex. But what do we do with it? Well, we're just going to have to get rid of it. Get rid of it? Fuck that! Didn't you say you wanted to *sissappear? Yes. Then get out of here. It is-- No, this isn't. This is his. No it isn't--it isn't Skrillex. What do you mean “It isn't Skrillex”? It's Skrillex. It isn't Skrillex. What are you talking about--it's-- I made this. What? No, it's. It's me. I did this. She's not mad at him, or anything In fact, She's just a fragment Or a figment or a magnet, that managed to stick In his imagination I hang out in this memory It's bad, But I keep going back-- I thought maybe I could manage it Keep it from happening But it just keeps happening And hasn't yet I have to see him. His eyes. He's hiding it. I know where the rest is. Skrillex has it. I'm dying, right? I have to be dying. You're dead. But I'm dying. I've been here before and I've felt it. Tokyo? High rise. Sounds Nice. Check the price on a flight. Likewise, I've tried to find this guy about a million times. I know where he hides it. So, how does it end? It just ends. yeah --but how does it end? It just...ended. You actually have to leave, to get out of here. NO… Don't do it. Don't do what? I didn't do anything. This is the way she wanted it. JUMP. Jump--now? Are you sure? This morning my mind was made up; I was going to Thailand for over a month. Sweet, and Rich-- But Flaky Like a pastry in the morning; Seems like a great treat but really, He's no good for me So we'll have a Mexican Wedding Damn. How did Dillon Francis get so high up??? Well, I found him hanging from a tree, so. OH FUCK, I GET IT-- HE IS GERALD. Damn. I don't know how to explain this… Oh shit, I get it; I'm Gerald. - — NEXT EPISODE: CESMET AND PETRUFHEIO are beyond overwhelm; GIAN stands before them, taking a respectful bow as he, too joins them in battlestance, which cannot be broken in physical stature, however the focused energy between the triad raises the entire colleaium into a total chaos and commotion. GIAN?! What is this? Who are you? GIAN, serious and stern, unusual to his demeanor, scoffs, as he focuses on C'esme't, acknowledging her presence in consciousness, and all respect. Petrutheio, face reddened, implodes with anger, nearly breaking his stance. Go ahead, Pet— That's Your Highness— —you can't win— —I already have— —He'll kill you. —he's already dead— Aren't we all? C'esme't, the only of the triad having actually experienced all forms of death, aoftens her gaze, entering into cosmic ompinpotence I'm having a hard time Getting started With this project Probably because I just want off this planet Cause it's lovelies; I'm honest with my thoughts, And now I'm lost in them I'm lost without you Lost another pair of socks, In the common laundry room I'm just an everyday, ordinary Motherfucking wannabe, a DJ But I wanna be a mother one day I'm at the apex I'm a warning call, A warning call A warning If I kill myself again, I'm waking up next to my lover So good morning, So good morning Just a warning Nothing's ever better Then the taste of butter; Dug you up to wonder what the fuck was up With all the rubber ducks Inside my cup, or tub I'm just a cuck I guess you really love her, huh I really love the one, I really love I really love My other husband— Huh I'm at the apex I'm a warning call, A warning call A warning [SHOT] If I kill myself again, I'm waking up next to my lover So good morning, So good morning Just a warning [SHOT] Just a warning shot to shut you up, You little fucking slut Enough's enough Another lover, motherfucker Suck it up, you cunt You're just another one You're just another one of us You're just another Just another one of us You're just another one You're just another one of us You're just another Just another one of us I dug you up to hug you, But all you are is just Some bones, dressed in new clothes I took your skull home And I put it on my mantle, Make a wish, —and then I blow the candle Out. Huh C'esme't has secretly turned to self-harm, in the midst of her ongoing emotional crisis due to Petruchio's arrogance and deliberate carelessness; she begins to fear for her Selfl, as she discovers during a match in her reflective state that she is recently unable to cry, hardened by her stubbornly aggressive counterpart, C'esme't draws the blood of her palm, which she spills onto the sundial in the labyrinth; she is startled and surprised shamefully by Gian, who, though normally calm becomes diffuse, and sent into a powerful fury of sadness and rage-- She reveals to Gian, in his onset of tears that she herself has been unable to cry, to which he deflates as she comforts him, holding his as he weeps glistening streams of ‘conscious tears, crying quite physically for the two of them, blood mixing with his tears as he grasps s cesmet's wounded palm, gripping it to his cheek; His intrinsic healing powers are revealed as his tears begin to mend the deep wound; Meanwhile, Petrutheio becomes irritated, as he is forced to continue pausing a Jester's Match, stricken with excruciating pain in his own palm; Attempting to ignore it, he continues forward with his match, but is irreversibly injured when s when his palm becomes again singed with pain and he is stricken by his opponent; He falls to the ground, clutching his palm, immediately knocked unconscious. He fades into a dream. PETRUTHEIO, YOU TELEPATHIC HACK! Oh, so you finally acknowledge my telepathy… In the highest realm, where The One is set to assume, interwoven intoThe Golden Goddess Of The Eye— Dark Heart Artist —the Eldest consciousness in any given existence; being that of everything of Love, and Light The middle realm, where the majority of a——- What the fuck. Wait, what happened? It just ENDS!!? It just ENDED. WHAT THE FUCK. AHHHAHHHHAHAHHHH. No, no, no– WHAT THE FUCK Wait! Go back! AHHHHHHHHH. [Holding eachother screaming] Oh, look. A butterfly. WHAT. There is is. Oh. See. huh. [a calm silence] Bro. huh . Wait. we're INSIDE. {holding eachotherscreaming] My heart is in another place, And with these words we face A face to face A fight of fights The faux of foes— And so, a duel it is For you, I fawned; For you, I called— The darkest night was followed by The lightest light That Dawn could bring, And I would sing this to you, too, My love— But have no melody A melodrama, Or a comedy? Come my lover, come to me My lover, come to me Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me What was once, Is always— Don't you see? I see you, See you, see me What we were, We always are We always are We always, always Oh, what would you do to me? Oh, what will you do to me? Oh, what did you do to me? What have you done to me? Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me I did fall; We did fight— It is love; He had fawned for me once— Oh— Love is what it always was; What we were once, We all become Come to me, my lover Come to me, my lover Come to me, my lover My lover, come to me Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me HI, I'm Gerald. Dude, I can't tell the story of Gerald. Only Dillon Francis can do that. I concur. That's right. Gerald is his friend-- --He's my friend-- I'm not go-- And that's it. It just ends. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

{Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] Ugh, Die! Die! Die! - my mom (My mom actually said that.) SEASON 6 ACT III, PART VIII “The Lovers' Quarrel” The Lovers must practice an a traditional one-handed duel; They must fence whilst one arm is tied behind the back, a rope tightly held by each's own ascended master as they maneuver in the round. It is a practice of stealth, dynamic movement, and self control. Petruchio and C'esmet passionately dance in the round--the training period stands as a trial-and-error, The Ascended masters tugging at the ropes to correct their mistakes. C'esme't travels to a descended dimension to materialize her Ascended Mastery; Supacree Gains her powers not slowly, but all at once. Avicii explains how long one walks the astral void before returning home into the Kingdom of Heaven after departing. DILLON FRANCIS YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED. CHAK CHEL I wasn't trying to get you killed! I was trying to get you laid! || D.J. YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED. C.C. I WASNT TRYING TO GET YOU KILLED! I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU LAID. D.J. I can get laid by myself! C.C. D.J. Shut UP. The famed lovers take their place in the center of the arena; they humbly and gracefully take their battle stance, looking each other in the eye, one arm extended behind the back to face the sky, the other planted firmly, grounding them to earth. In quiet desperation, a silence falls over the entirety of the space—until, a glowing light distracts all but the two of the lovers, focused in oneness, acknowledging two qual parts of one whole. The crowd gasps and coos, as the glowing figure, masqueraded by shadows in a beam of light and colorful auras A tall figure stands equidistant to the two lovers; the triad is formed, and as he begins the yet Ū fort old ancient ritual, the lovers are overwhelmed with shock and confusion. blackout — END EPISODE Lost your shine? Lost my Skrillex! You miss it? Do I Miss—? … You know what? What. Fuck you, dude. ...no can do. [later] Are we relaxed? What is this? I need it. You fucked up. This isn't right. No, it isn't. — BLACKOUT, What happened here? Are we rolling? Cut to commercial. — Are you serious? I'm so serious!!! She's so serious. Cut to: Grocery Store, Day [over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!! What is she DOING? What are you doing? I'm doing me, bitch. And she's dancing like she never has before. —cut to rave— ***WUBZ*** Who is this? I'm on my own tonight. Is she drinking?!? THATS NOT FAIR! Oh, Sweet Jesus! —regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time. Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair. THIS ISN'T SKRILLEX. Sweet Baby Jesus. Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES. Regular Jesus: oh, you're saved. Nice. [ JESUS passes BABY JESUS to SWEET JESUS, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.] Send the Messiah. Wait, which one? Yeah, whose Messiah? Cut back to: the rave ...Who's baby is this? Woah, cool baby. I respect that. [the third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.] Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled? MAYBE: Cut to: A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.] Cut back to: No, his vibe. Is he sparkling? It's his aura. Oh. Pfft. Lol. Okay. —- First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. .. Oh, my God… I am alarmed. She's so stupid… Actually, just ugly—! Eyyy. Woahhh! But now I'm— You're a fan. Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally. OKAY. Ew, gross. Just kill me. [without hesitation] No—Ze Rulez. [Lowers Rave Weapon] __ I'm highly allergic— —Don't need Skrillex. Brought my own! — [stabs self] What is that? Oh shit, it's the EPI(c)PEN OH SHIT. Nice. It also writes. After the stab? Usually after, yes. You, have to. Oh, yeah, huh? No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write. — Anyway—what were you trying to write? ...fuck, I forgot. Good job, Sonny. ___ Take me back! You wanted this. I wanted NOTHING. You got there! Agh!! Then when you did, you wanted to leave. There's no music. It's literally NOTHING. Except Jimmy Fallon. WHAT?! Since when?! What? Since literally ever. What?! No way. Let me see. Let me see. Oh my—WOAH. Let me see. Nothing is something! Unh-uh bro! What the— IT IS JIMMY FALLON. There's this cricket that lives Somewhere near here, When I hear him I think of the song He sings and all I think is “I wish someone would sing for me, I wish someone would sing for me” If he makes me cry one more time... “One last time, We gonna celebrate” If there's an album, there's going to be a tour; If there's a tour, I'm gonna wanna see him And it's just infinite, isn't it-- Infinite, isn't it? There's no point to it; There's really nowhere safe, that I could run from him A class act An a plus A sad actor with black magic A bad pastor with bad habits A black cat, and a hat and in it Is everything I ever imagined If there's an album, There's going to be a crowd I'm gonna want to be in it And it's just infinite isn't it Can't live with Skrillex Can't go on tour with him Maybe I just, Settle down in this awful town While I try to figure out, What this is about And if this is about Skrillex How did I get into it? If this is Skrillex How do ___ AHHHH DUDE. AHHH THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Ahhhh man. What the fuck. This is--did you Put The Skrillex in The Skrillex, like I said? ...I… ...did you put the Skrillex in The Skrillex? Skrillex-Skrillex Put the-the Skrillex in the Skrillex Skrillex-t-Skrillex-Skrillex Skrillex is Skrillex-Skrillex OH SHIT. YOU DON'T REMEMBER WRITING ‘THE SKRILLEX SONG'? I DIDN'T WRITE IT! YOU WROTE IT. She's denying it. Oh, She stole all ya'll music. She took all of my songs. All of them? I mean, not all of them--just the bangers. I'm not going to Mexico for Dillon Francis. “The Interrogation” SUPACREE pays the incarcerated SKRILLEX under observation a series of visits, using her invisibility cloak. [[*This would be along the same storyline (using a linear “time”) where SUPACREE has gained most of her abilities, and is also terrorizing Dillon Francis (*interns scene). So. What? Just to get this straight; Nobody can see SUPACREE? Right. But she's--basically--beating the shit out of people. Yeah, she's just... fucking shit up. But nobody can see her. No. At all. No. Nobody at all, just the DJ's. Starting with-- D1-Skrillex D2-DIllon Francis D3-SUPACREE (Wait, how the fuck?) Scary Monsters and SUPACREE. Well, which comes first? What? Which movie? I--What? In order. Order? Like...wait, what are you saying? When you put them in order-- Order?? ORDER!!! Bruh. I just got a dick pic from Dillon Francis. What? By like, accident? I don't think it was an accident… It had to be... It has a personalized greeting, with my name in it. What? Let me see--! (Look) I mean--not “let me see”, I just meant--the greeting. Like, what did it say? Dude-- Damn, that's… Yeahhhh man! Was there a show tonight? Maaaayyybe, I don't know where it would be... Yo dude, I'm calling--WOAH. What dude? I got a message from him too! Oh shiiiit, what's it say? Should I even open it? Open it! What if it's his dick, bro? Open it! [Opens it.] OHHH. It's his dick, bro. Oh SHIT, what the fuck HAPPENED? What did happen? Does yours have a message? What did happen…? I feel like--wait, is that--huh. What does the message say? It does have a message...wait--let me see yours again. What the fuck for? [staring at phone, cocking head slowly to one side] ((Ohh, I like this, the audio pans like--)) I feel like mine's at a different angle. A different angle--wh--let me see. [shows phone] [cocks head to the side slowly, returning to his phone to compare the photos] Oh shit, that is at a different angle. With different lighting! Whatthefuuuck. Dude. _ Well, what did you do when you were Skrillex? A lot. _ Yo. That dude has like 16 passports. I had a lot of fun as Qua Long. _ Shenanigans As Dillon Francis-- Oh shit, this is gonna be a long list. It's actually not that much. (It's a lot) Dillon Francis sits at his desk in his Lair/Office. A pile of legal paperwork is stacked in front of him. ((Oh shit, where's the scene where he's got the glasses?)) Which...glasses… Aw fuck. Oh, right--cause he has a-- He has an entire series. How the fuck did Dillon Francis get to be Captain of the Motherfucking Bampheramphs?! FUCK that, he's not my captain. He's your captain. He is not my Captain. That is not my President. I'M THE CAPTAIN NOW! **Insert: This Is: Dillon Francis Here Damn dude. Dillon Francis needs an entire character analisis (Okay, keep that misspelling, that's hilarious. Anyway) *Analysis I think I might have to write one. Can we not? I mean. Yo dude, i”m like half capacity for Dillon Francis Half, is….half. Well, I mean it's corona virus so-- Fragments of Mr. Francis Blasted analysis Need a dialysis just to get this Sk- Shit out my system. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I shout out curses. Now I speak clown I'm an Owl out of water. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I create languages I see the stares On blank faces I paint the canvas With blood and with ashes I leave on the pavement First of all, These park and raves are crazy Electric Daisy is inside me Everybody's at the party All the stars aligning And all the patrons waiting, waving ___ I call him “The Ghost” You never know where he goes, And the music follows No forward But I know, I know He's The Ghost Producer And I'm just a Loser _ Ive never seen this one before! Me neither. That's great. Something new. Well-something old, something new--it's Skrillex. Yeah, but I like Skrillex. We all like Skrillex Wow. Oh, the fan..family. Family? Family, wait-- AGH, THIS MUSIC IS DISTRACTING ME. It was so clear, and then it just-- Yeah, Vanished? Yeah. Yeah. [A Silence.] A circle of dancing people summon wishes out of the center of their Concentrical Circle. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. What. I'm pretty sure this already happened. I remember that. What? That never happened Uh. It did. It happened like, last season-- --LAST SEASON? --maybe even the season before that. What! I thought we were watching the Pilot! I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MOVIE. This is the third movie. THE THIRD MOVIE? Wait--when did you get here? I...have always been here. [beat.] She's been going on like this for two days. Oh My God. Yes. Have you tried to stop her? No, it's too good; Plus, she can sense us coming it's--watch this. Queue the passerby. A passerby moves towards the garden in the far east corner of the observatory; Are you recording all of this? Even better; We're broadcasting it. To WHO? (in space, in what (was thought to be, anyway) a Void in the unknown. Uh, it WAS a void in the unknown, until a satellite crossed into it) What the fuck, is that a Satelite? A satellite! A satellite? Which satellite? I've got dozens of satellites. Dozens? *Thousands Elon Musk: ...Was it one of mine? (It was) ((To literally nobody's surprise)) (((Literally))) Literally, nobody--because literally nobody ever existed, ever. Until this happened. WHAT IS THIS? Have you seen this? No. Well, you're in it. Okay? I'm in a lot of shit. We all are. But not this. (yes you are) What was that? What was what? You need to burn this. Burn it… Nobody can ever see it. Okay. I just took 6 Xanex. 6! YES. And ⅓. And a third. Okay. Yes. 6 and ⅓. This, This. This is why. Why what? Why he looked at me like that. Like what? [A look.] But how could he have even known; Where could he have ever been, that I was that would make it make sense. Well, we know the Why. This is why. So now--How. How, now Brown Cow? Okay, honestly--it's almost funny now, because yeah--I'd probably also react that same way if I knew someone was going to write that about me. Yeah, I panicked. Panicked; I had a heart attack. Have you seen that thing? Yeah, it's massive. It is massive it's-- --God, it's ridiculous. --It's almost atrocious. Yikes. Yeah. I've been inside of this story before. Oh? I've been inside all of them. I see. Most of them, I just choose to forget. What makes it so that you choose? _ I actually stopped breathing. For how long? Forever. It was nice. _ You...made this…? I...yeah. You cooked me breakfast. I enjoy cooking. Well, thank you. Welcome. DEAD. How did-- Alright. So these two planets. Yeah. Two different galaxies? I guess. Okay. _ First of all that party was lit as fuck and you missed it. I didn't miss it, I just... attended at a limited distance. Chak Chel's set. Doooog. It was. (MM.) Bruh, I just miss when SNAILS was Captain. That was fun times. Too bad we can't go back. ...we can go back... No, dude don't-- Ted, Ted, and Ted meet Todd, Todd, and Todd at Lost In The Sauce Lands. So basically--all 6 of them fuck up at the same time and end up In this-- It's basically a void that lasts infinitely at Lost Lands. Oh shit. _ You better quit it, before you get Stuck in The Skrillex. [The Skrillex Tar Pits] _ Have you ever seen a mosh pit at-- -- Skril-- NO. I'm not ready to talk about it. --Dillon Francis-- It was really therapeutic. -it was nice, they had protective equipment -there was a line, and a queue -it was literally the safest moshpit I've ever attended. Meanwhile, at the Skrillex concert: I'M NOT READY. - Well, that was nuts. Please. No amount of marijuana is going to make you capable of understanding-- I'm not trying to understand, i'm trying to cope; okay? This nigga has magical powers. --And then what?-- Is she still on fire? (an explosion) Yes. Is she still on fire? (several explosions) Maybe. There were so many bombs. (((But the worst?))) “The Nigga Conniption” Oh, shit, is that what we're calling it? Where did he get it? He didn't “get it”, he just had it. How could he just “have it.” I had to do something; They were going to kill him. What happened to your “survival of the fittest” This is different. How is it different? This is different because he isn't sick, or defective--he's just...created… …? ...differently. So it's different. Woah. That's a lot of shit. It is a lot. What the fuck. I swear to GOD i've been in this WOBBLE for over a MINUTE NOW. Ahhhh, there you are-- Ah, The Wobbles. Here, we meet: -mr. wobble -the wobble monster and some other wobble people who live in the wobble. Bruh. I am so tired. What does this dude eat for breakfast? I guess we insert that scene with Dillon Francis here, right? (((Yup.)) So, to this festival… YESTIVAL. Oh shit, is that what we called it? YES. oh shit, because-- EVERYTHING IS YES. (Everything was yes.) ((It was.)) (((It still is.))) The Venga Bus. The Double Dutch Bus. Whatever that is. The Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile. That strange Double Decker from Harry Potter. T h e S o u l T r a i n Did it have a name? I don't know. I don't have time for the internet right now. Now they call me “the internet” Okay, wait-- Yeah. So. Next time I die, that's it--everything just stops. Yes. _ Eventually I'm gonna get sick of this shit and just sit But that's someday, And todays not it; It's lit About to hit TiTs and Hit the Highway, And I'm on the way Cause I was born to rage. DaDa Life. Ahhs, those were the days. The golden age of rave… FIRST OF ALL PASQUALE, THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS. (Overhead of EDC) YOU DID THIS. [that's a neutral] Is she yelling at him? I think she's more proud and impressed, but pissed at the same time, because he's just so nonchalant and calm about it. Oh please, that nigga is not calm. Face. Have you seen his eyes? They're wild. Wild, I tell you. OKay what the fuck is happening; Pasqualle's eating Twinkies right now. Dude, the world is ending. I don't think the world is “ending”, it's just...something's probably wrong with it or something. [[watching virtual rave]] oh yes, something is wrong with it definitely. What is actually happening right now. This shit just lifted us into space-- --this isn't it, is it?-- What, at the rave? You're still at that rave? You have reception in space?...Hello… Oh Hell No. My Phone cut off! I still have reception. Who do you have T Mobile (but later) Bruh, I just lost service. What? Oh no. Oh, what-- I still have service. What? When did you get here? Who the fuck are you? I've...always been here. What, no you haven't, I-- Shh. Here. What? How do you have service? What carrier is this? GOOGLE. I don't know--have you asked Google about it? No, fuck that, I don't want to talk to Google about it--she's just going to make me over analyse everything-- Maybe you should over-analyse it. No. Hey man, the word ‘analysis' is starting to look funny. Of course it looks funny, it starts with ‘anal' Who starts with ‘anal'? Touchy. Hooe shit, have you seen that bitch? She's scary. She's a bit scary. Did she say that? I believe it. I don't know if I believe it. BELIEVE IT. Wait, you're Naruto? In the flesh! WHY! Why am I Naruto? WHY ARE YOU IN THE FLESH?! How did you DO this? You did-did. I did not DO this; I couldn't DO this! You can do anything. But I didn't! But you can. You can do everything. You are everything. But i'm not. Alright. Then you're not. WHAT? If you honestly believe that--or whatever you honestly believe--then that's facts. Damn, she put you in a “Fuck You” Chamber. [*ding!* FUHCKYOU] What did you DO. Yo, what did you doooo. What did you do to this girl, oh my god dude; I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU. I HATE-- Oh now, dear; Hate is such a strong word. Ohh. It's a Skrillex. S K R I L L E X It is. Looks Fragile. Should we grab it? FIRST OF ALL, --Goddammit, dude-- “IT”, is a HE. Okay, DAMN. DAMN? OKAY. [she does.] Damn. Yeah. So that's what “Damn” is. Lol the first damnation. Hey-- Hi-- Okay, what if-- What if: THAT'S the name of your Supergroup? I wanted to call us “Trifecta” Here? yeah , right here. This is where you want your Kingdom? ...Yeah, right here. ...Okay... Okay. {A look} K bye. _ I've been at this rave for 57 days. _ Okay. Ya'll. Okay, ya'll! No. Guys. We gotta get out of here. What? Noooo. We're just getting started. No. Guys. I'm serious. Something is happening. “I see dead people” ...Freddy Mercury? Really. Uh huh. At a rave. Yes. In space. We did go to space, yes. Okay. Simpson? Yes. I'm gonna need you to take the day off. he's crazy He's not crazy, he's just gay! he's craaazy gay. _ Okay. But how do you know him? he's my ex. No he isn't. Who is it? (sighs) it's...my ex. WHAT? Check. Mate. Bitch. __ Mm. I know her. Who--Billie Ellish-- [Nods] What? Take me to her. Take you...to Billie Ellish. If that's what you're calling...her... now...yes. “now”? Mmhmm. Lady, how old are you--and what is this shit? Hm. (squints) try it. (sus) UH, no…? Suit yourself. It's there if you ever want it. (later) Dillon Francis is searching frantically for extra magic when-- [He comes across the flask, and snatches it.] WOW. Yeah, I know; it's crazy, right? You just found him like this? I did. Where was he? I tripped over him at a bus stop. Woah. Bro, that's so mean. Okay What did Dillon Francis do to you? He knows what he did. He does? No. (He actually does.) Oh, I knew it! ((You should know it, you wrote--)) THE END. ___ What is your favorite invention? Of mine? Yeah. Hmm…. (((Ganja.))) What's your favorite color? Hmmm… (((White))) “When The Day Met The Night” Has Brenden Urie been to the future? Probably. He seems... He seems off. (He is) We all are. (You are.) Hey--who's saying that? Let me be Frank. Dooooooog. it's that part! It's that part. Shuttup! Nigga this is it--this is the shit I told you! So...how many channels is this on? It's on millions of channels throughout the interdiemensions and counting. “Millions of channels throughout the interdimensions,” Not only are we Global; We are now Interplanetary, and our Communication Technology has connected us into the outer dimensions, and intersecting parallels. Are you guys done blowing eachother up yet? UH, WHAT? You're idiots; This was supposed to be a redemption for your entire species, and you fuckwads ruined...pretty much everything. Now we have to mellow out your entire civilization-- --yeah, or annihilate it-- ---just for you backwards savages to get lifted into the Ascension. Idiots. What was that? What was what? Did you hear something? Hear what? Ouch! Ow? What's wrong? Are you Okay?! *trigger, pulled* -------------------------------------------------------BOOM--------------------------------------------------------------- S/HE CAME THROUGH MY SUBWOOFER. She came in through the bathroom window. ___ No, no, no--let me be the DJ. You're already the DJ. Heh. I wanna be the DJ. What were you saying? I don't know. Something Something Sonny Something. So she took 6 Xanex, and #Adderall It was just a long day, that's all… And then I hear Skrillex is on his way HERE? Damn. No. I'm not okay. So, I... Damn dog, she lost it. She lost it. I ovet is. huh. Oh man, he was on one. I'm on one. Fuck it, I'm On One. Fuck. What happened? What happened? What happened? Well, that's tragic. Wait--this is a tragedy? No, it isn't--it's a comedy. No, it isn't-it has Sad Dillon Francis. Exactly. If it has sad Dillon Francis in it, it's tragic. It's supposed to be dramatic. Dillon Francis was crying in it? That's fantastic. That's hilarious. Sad Dillon Francis? I don't want to see sad Dillon Francis! He's a bad actor. Then i'll be sad. We're all sad. Oh, you're right--we're all sad. Oh. He is actually not a bad actor. He was really good in it. Oh, my God--it was really good. Are you serious? I'm not watching it. It's nominated for an Oscar. I'm not watching it. C'mon man --do you know how long it took to get my hands on this? They have them at Fantastik. Do you know what I had to do? It was not cool. Bro, it was so cool! So goood. He is, he's good. What has he done! This is bad. This is very bad. KLIPTOWN EMPYREAN, OH I GET IT, IT'S-- Sop. Okay? You're never gonna get it. ‘Nah, you're never gonna get it. Never ever gonna get it DUDE. WHAT? WRITE THE FUCKIN MOVIE. WHICH ONE? I DON'T KNOW--THE ONE THAT GETS US OUT OF HERE. How'd you learn how to do that? Do what? Does he know? No, he doesn't. He doesn't know. Oh. Oh, he doesn't know what he did? Nah, not yet. Wow. Have you seen this? [Looks] (Not Impressed) Now I have. What d you think-- I don't. That it's like, magic, or...what is that. I don't know what it is. Well...what do you think it is? I don't think, I just listen; and if anything sounds interesting, I just send it in. Interesting like this? [plays it] CUT TO: [stops it] This is interesting. They stare into The Box. I'm glad you did this in person. No one else can know about this; Not even our affiliates. Not even-- Nobody. Woah, it actually came back I told you, if it was a good idea, it would always come back. It...I guess. Besides, it's already happened. It's just playing over. “Do I Know you?” “Do you?” Damn. This shit gets deep. I don't get how it's deep. And I don't get how it's DIllon Francis. I can't even imagine how this happened. Imagine Dragons. That's--I'd rather--not. Anyway, why is she cooking this nigga breakfast? Because he's dead, he should have a nice breakfast. Yeah, you're probably right. BILLIE ELLISH I---like that scythe. SUPA CRYPT KEEPER It's nice, right? BILLIE ELLISH Yeah. I like it. SCK You like it? Have it. BILLIE ELLISH It's mine? SCK Yah! If you like it so much, just take it-- CUT TO DILLON FRANCIS DUDE, SHE TOOk ONE OF MY MAGNETS. CUT BACK TO BILLIE ELLISH Nice! Besides, I have another one just like it--but tiny. TINY SCYTHE. Have you seen this Billie Ellish kid? Oh wow. Yeah, she's kind of terrifying. BILLIE ELLISH is an Old Soul. (it's true, she actually is) A really, really old soul. Who is this. I like it. Are You Okay? Not really, but-- (Shrugs) That's it? That was the fast? Yup. But it was so short. Sometimes it is. But now what? What else do you want? I...don't know how to do this. Sure you do,you just do it. You don't know how you shine the sun, you just do it Just do it! JUST DO IT, NIKE. Is this your knife? I...yes. [they fight] Is this your knife? I... maybe... [they fight] Is this...your I-- [winces] CUT TO: Now, give me your hat. What, why?! GIVE ME YOUR HAT. Damn dude, Skrillex is kicking ass and taking names all day in this. What movie is this? *This is the dimension where pretty much, everything is Skrillex. Well, Everything is Skrillex. Is this the one with the Bellagio Fountain? I think it is. Nigga. He remixed it. He what? The Conniption. He remixed it. What? “The Conniption”; that's what people are calling it. Oh... Yeah. Bruh. Look at-- OH MY GOD. Bro..you leave the fandom, you leave the kingdom. What Kingdom? Dog, this isn't a Kingdom, it's just random. Bro, people LOVE IT. Now they want you to do a collab together. A collab with Skrillex? I can't afford a collab with Skrillex.. You have to do a collab with Skrillex! Uh, I don't have to do anything. Especially that. ___ You're getting residuals off my existence. I am your existence. SKRILLEX is a SUPERSTAR DJ. -&- SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ. WARNING: This combination is potentially hazardous. WARNING. ! ! ! X___X WARNING. __ ...is there something you need me to do? It's... hard to talk about it... Then don't, you don't have to speak, at all, you know. Oh what, he's telepathic? Homeotelepathy. What is that? BRO, WHAT IS YOUR POWER. Dude, I don't want to see Skrillex. That shit is terrifying. You're terrified of Skrillex? [Plays three clips] ...yeah, dude. Okay, so basically. Wow, he's a rocket scientist. How did you get to this Planet? What Planet. Oh, Goddamn him. Well, t-- Then we just LARPED. Wow that's... Oh, it got violent. Are you Finished with the Skrillex? Not yet. DUDE, DID YOU KNOW? NO! DID HE KNOW? NO! (((YES.))) AGH. I hate this place! Everything is YES. You're a fucking idiot. Oh yeah, you're a fucking Skrillex. How about that? Call me Skrillex again, you little bitch--just look me in the eye and say it. Skrillex. __ Hey, I know this magic… Magic, this is all magic. Yeah, I know this guy; This is Jimmy Fallon's magic. (Good job, bro.) Jimmy Fallon's Galaxy. What the fuck I thought it was a planet. *Ahem. Jimmy Fallon's Magic Galaxy. Oh, wow. Alright, then. WHAT. Jimmy Fallon isn't a Bampheramph. Actually, he just made Captain. You're kidding. No, that was... that just happened. Jimmy Fallon. (Obviously) Come with--actually, you can stay right there. What? Just stand right there. ...and that's his magic. How does he have that? What did he ask for? What did you give him? What did he ask for? What did you give him?! Oh My God. You can't just go around granting wishes! I was just trying to manage these prayers, one-handedly. You can't just answer all the prayers as “wishes granted” that's why we have this system. Christ. No, not me--not today, Satan; I can't TAKE IT. JESUS CHRIST. Nah, he quit. What?! BUT. You got me now, so. Who the FUCK are you? I'm..uh... What are they calling me? They don't know it's you, they're still calling you Jesus. Well of course they still worship Jesus. Which Jesus? Well, any Jesus--All The Jesus. It was all the Jesus. All the Jesus. Magic Israel? A Ziptie machine? A “Stud Finder” IT WORKED. Of course it works. Well, no use crying over spilled Skrillex. But what do we do with it? Well, we're just going to have to get rid of it. Get rid of it? Fuck that! Didn't you say you wanted to *sissappear? Yes. Then get out of here. It is-- No, this isn't. This is his. No it isn't--it isn't Skrillex. What do you mean “It isn't Skrillex”? It's Skrillex. It isn't Skrillex. What are you talking about--it's-- I made this. What? No, it's. It's me. I did this. She's not mad at him, or anything In fact, She's just a fragment Or a figment or a magnet, that managed to stick In his imagination I hang out in this memory It's bad, But I keep going back-- I thought maybe I could manage it Keep it from happening But it just keeps happening And hasn't yet I have to see him. His eyes. He's hiding it. I know where the rest is. Skrillex has it. I'm dying, right? I have to be dying. You're dead. But I'm dying. I've been here before and I've felt it. Tokyo? High rise. Sounds Nice. Check the price on a flight. Likewise, I've tried to find this guy about a million times. I know where he hides it. So, how does it end? It just ends. yeah --but how does it end? It just...ended. You actually have to leave, to get out of here. NO… Don't do it. Don't do what? I didn't do anything. This is the way she wanted it. JUMP. Jump--now? Are you sure? This morning my mind was made up; I was going to Thailand for over a month. Sweet, and Rich-- But Flaky Like a pastry in the morning; Seems like a great treat but really, He's no good for me So we'll have a Mexican Wedding Damn. How did Dillon Francis get so high up??? Well, I found him hanging from a tree, so. OH FUCK, I GET IT-- HE IS GERALD. Damn. I don't know how to explain this… Oh shit, I get it; I'm Gerald. - — NEXT EPISODE: CESMET AND PETRUFHEIO are beyond overwhelm; GIAN stands before them, taking a respectful bow as he, too joins them in battlestance, which cannot be broken in physical stature, however the focused energy between the triad raises the entire colleaium into a total chaos and commotion. GIAN?! What is this? Who are you? GIAN, serious and stern, unusual to his demeanor, scoffs, as he focuses on C'esme't, acknowledging her presence in consciousness, and all respect. Petrutheio, face reddened, implodes with anger, nearly breaking his stance. Go ahead, Pet— That's Your Highness— —you can't win— —I already have— —He'll kill you. —he's already dead— Aren't we all? C'esme't, the only of the triad having actually experienced all forms of death, aoftens her gaze, entering into cosmic ompinpotence I'm having a hard time Getting started With this project Probably because I just want off this planet Cause it's lovelies; I'm honest with my thoughts, And now I'm lost in them I'm lost without you Lost another pair of socks, In the common laundry room I'm just an everyday, ordinary Motherfucking wannabe, a DJ But I wanna be a mother one day I'm at the apex I'm a warning call, A warning call A warning If I kill myself again, I'm waking up next to my lover So good morning, So good morning Just a warning Nothing's ever better Then the taste of butter; Dug you up to wonder what the fuck was up With all the rubber ducks Inside my cup, or tub I'm just a cuck I guess you really love her, huh I really love the one, I really love I really love My other husband— Huh I'm at the apex I'm a warning call, A warning call A warning [SHOT] If I kill myself again, I'm waking up next to my lover So good morning, So good morning Just a warning [SHOT] Just a warning shot to shut you up, You little fucking slut Enough's enough Another lover, motherfucker Suck it up, you cunt You're just another one You're just another one of us You're just another Just another one of us You're just another one You're just another one of us You're just another Just another one of us I dug you up to hug you, But all you are is just Some bones, dressed in new clothes I took your skull home And I put it on my mantle, Make a wish, —and then I blow the candle Out. Huh C'esme't has secretly turned to self-harm, in the midst of her ongoing emotional crisis due to Petruchio's arrogance and deliberate carelessness; she begins to fear for her Selfl, as she discovers during a match in her reflective state that she is recently unable to cry, hardened by her stubbornly aggressive counterpart, C'esme't draws the blood of her palm, which she spills onto the sundial in the labyrinth; she is startled and surprised shamefully by Gian, who, though normally calm becomes diffuse, and sent into a powerful fury of sadness and rage-- She reveals to Gian, in his onset of tears that she herself has been unable to cry, to which he deflates as she comforts him, holding his as he weeps glistening streams of ‘conscious tears, crying quite physically for the two of them, blood mixing with his tears as he grasps s cesmet's wounded palm, gripping it to his cheek; His intrinsic healing powers are revealed as his tears begin to mend the deep wound; Meanwhile, Petrutheio becomes irritated, as he is forced to continue pausing a Jester's Match, stricken with excruciating pain in his own palm; Attempting to ignore it, he continues forward with his match, but is irreversibly injured when s when his palm becomes again singed with pain and he is stricken by his opponent; He falls to the ground, clutching his palm, immediately knocked unconscious. He fades into a dream. PETRUTHEIO, YOU TELEPATHIC HACK! Oh, so you finally acknowledge my telepathy… In the highest realm, where The One is set to assume, interwoven intoThe Golden Goddess Of The Eye— Dark Heart Artist —the Eldest consciousness in any given existence; being that of everything of Love, and Light The middle realm, where the majority of a——- What the fuck. Wait, what happened? It just ENDS!!? It just ENDED. WHAT THE FUCK. AHHHAHHHHAHAHHHH. No, no, no– WHAT THE FUCK Wait! Go back! AHHHHHHHHH. [Holding eachother screaming] Oh, look. A butterfly. WHAT. There is is. Oh. See. huh. [a calm silence] Bro. huh . Wait. we're INSIDE. {holding eachotherscreaming] My heart is in another place, And with these words we face A face to face A fight of fights The faux of foes— And so, a duel it is For you, I fawned; For you, I called— The darkest night was followed by The lightest light That Dawn could bring, And I would sing this to you, too, My love— But have no melody A melodrama, Or a comedy? Come my lover, come to me My lover, come to me Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me What was once, Is always— Don't you see? I see you, See you, see me What we were, We always are We always are We always, always Oh, what would you do to me? Oh, what will you do to me? Oh, what did you do to me? What have you done to me? Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me I did fall; We did fight— It is love; He had fawned for me once— Oh— Love is what it always was; What we were once, We all become Come to me, my lover Come to me, my lover Come to me, my lover My lover, come to me Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me HI, I'm Gerald. Dude, I can't tell the story of Gerald. Only Dillon Francis can do that. I concur. That's right. Gerald is his friend-- --He's my friend-- I'm not go-- And that's it. It just ends. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

{Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] Ugh, Die! Die! Die! - my mom (My mom actually said that.) SEASON 6 ACT III, PART VIII “The Lovers' Quarrel” The Lovers must practice an a traditional one-handed duel; They must fence whilst one arm is tied behind the back, a rope tightly held by each's own ascended master as they maneuver in the round. It is a practice of stealth, dynamic movement, and self control. Petruchio and C'esmet passionately dance in the round--the training period stands as a trial-and-error, The Ascended masters tugging at the ropes to correct their mistakes. C'esme't travels to a descended dimension to materialize her Ascended Mastery; Supacree Gains her powers not slowly, but all at once. Avicii explains how long one walks the astral void before returning home into the Kingdom of Heaven after departing. DILLON FRANCIS YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED. CHAK CHEL I wasn't trying to get you killed! I was trying to get you laid! || D.J. YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED. C.C. I WASNT TRYING TO GET YOU KILLED! I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU LAID. D.J. I can get laid by myself! C.C. D.J. Shut UP. The famed lovers take their place in the center of the arena; they humbly and gracefully take their battle stance, looking each other in the eye, one arm extended behind the back to face the sky, the other planted firmly, grounding them to earth. In quiet desperation, a silence falls over the entirety of the space—until, a glowing light distracts all but the two of the lovers, focused in oneness, acknowledging two qual parts of one whole. The crowd gasps and coos, as the glowing figure, masqueraded by shadows in a beam of light and colorful auras A tall figure stands equidistant to the two lovers; the triad is formed, and as he begins the yet Ū fort old ancient ritual, the lovers are overwhelmed with shock and confusion. blackout — END EPISODE Lost your shine? Lost my Skrillex! You miss it? Do I Miss—? … You know what? What. Fuck you, dude. ...no can do. [later] Are we relaxed? What is this? I need it. You fucked up. This isn't right. No, it isn't. — BLACKOUT, What happened here? Are we rolling? Cut to commercial. — Are you serious? I'm so serious!!! She's so serious. Cut to: Grocery Store, Day [over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!! What is she DOING? What are you doing? I'm doing me, bitch. And she's dancing like she never has before. —cut to rave— ***WUBZ*** Who is this? I'm on my own tonight. Is she drinking?!? THATS NOT FAIR! Oh, Sweet Jesus! —regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time. Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair. THIS ISN'T SKRILLEX. Sweet Baby Jesus. Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES. Regular Jesus: oh, you're saved. Nice. [ JESUS passes BABY JESUS to SWEET JESUS, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.] Send the Messiah. Wait, which one? Yeah, whose Messiah? Cut back to: the rave ...Who's baby is this? Woah, cool baby. I respect that. [the third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.] Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled? MAYBE: Cut to: A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.] Cut back to: No, his vibe. Is he sparkling? It's his aura. Oh. Pfft. Lol. Okay. —- First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. .. Oh, my God… I am alarmed. She's so stupid… Actually, just ugly—! Eyyy. Woahhh! But now I'm— You're a fan. Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally. OKAY. Ew, gross. Just kill me. [without hesitation] No—Ze Rulez. [Lowers Rave Weapon] __ I'm highly allergic— —Don't need Skrillex. Brought my own! — [stabs self] What is that? Oh shit, it's the EPI(c)PEN OH SHIT. Nice. It also writes. After the stab? Usually after, yes. You, have to. Oh, yeah, huh? No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write. — Anyway—what were you trying to write? ...fuck, I forgot. Good job, Sonny. ___ Take me back! You wanted this. I wanted NOTHING. You got there! Agh!! Then when you did, you wanted to leave. There's no music. It's literally NOTHING. Except Jimmy Fallon. WHAT?! Since when?! What? Since literally ever. What?! No way. Let me see. Let me see. Oh my—WOAH. Let me see. Nothing is something! Unh-uh bro! What the— IT IS JIMMY FALLON. There's this cricket that lives Somewhere near here, When I hear him I think of the song He sings and all I think is “I wish someone would sing for me, I wish someone would sing for me” If he makes me cry one more time... “One last time, We gonna celebrate” If there's an album, there's going to be a tour; If there's a tour, I'm gonna wanna see him And it's just infinite, isn't it-- Infinite, isn't it? There's no point to it; There's really nowhere safe, that I could run from him A class act An a plus A sad actor with black magic A bad pastor with bad habits A black cat, and a hat and in it Is everything I ever imagined If there's an album, There's going to be a crowd I'm gonna want to be in it And it's just infinite isn't it Can't live with Skrillex Can't go on tour with him Maybe I just, Settle down in this awful town While I try to figure out, What this is about And if this is about Skrillex How did I get into it? If this is Skrillex How do ___ AHHHH DUDE. AHHH THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Ahhhh man. What the fuck. This is--did you Put The Skrillex in The Skrillex, like I said? ...I… ...did you put the Skrillex in The Skrillex? Skrillex-Skrillex Put the-the Skrillex in the Skrillex Skrillex-t-Skrillex-Skrillex Skrillex is Skrillex-Skrillex OH SHIT. YOU DON'T REMEMBER WRITING ‘THE SKRILLEX SONG'? I DIDN'T WRITE IT! YOU WROTE IT. She's denying it. Oh, She stole all ya'll music. She took all of my songs. All of them? I mean, not all of them--just the bangers. I'm not going to Mexico for Dillon Francis. “The Interrogation” SUPACREE pays the incarcerated SKRILLEX under observation a series of visits, using her invisibility cloak. [[*This would be along the same storyline (using a linear “time”) where SUPACREE has gained most of her abilities, and is also terrorizing Dillon Francis (*interns scene). So. What? Just to get this straight; Nobody can see SUPACREE? Right. But she's--basically--beating the shit out of people. Yeah, she's just... fucking shit up. But nobody can see her. No. At all. No. Nobody at all, just the DJ's. Starting with-- D1-Skrillex D2-DIllon Francis D3-SUPACREE (Wait, how the fuck?) Scary Monsters and SUPACREE. Well, which comes first? What? Which movie? I--What? In order. Order? Like...wait, what are you saying? When you put them in order-- Order?? ORDER!!! Bruh. I just got a dick pic from Dillon Francis. What? By like, accident? I don't think it was an accident… It had to be... It has a personalized greeting, with my name in it. What? Let me see--! (Look) I mean--not “let me see”, I just meant--the greeting. Like, what did it say? Dude-- Damn, that's… Yeahhhh man! Was there a show tonight? Maaaayyybe, I don't know where it would be... Yo dude, I'm calling--WOAH. What dude? I got a message from him too! Oh shiiiit, what's it say? Should I even open it? Open it! What if it's his dick, bro? Open it! [Opens it.] OHHH. It's his dick, bro. Oh SHIT, what the fuck HAPPENED? What did happen? Does yours have a message? What did happen…? I feel like--wait, is that--huh. What does the message say? It does have a message...wait--let me see yours again. What the fuck for? [staring at phone, cocking head slowly to one side] ((Ohh, I like this, the audio pans like--)) I feel like mine's at a different angle. A different angle--wh--let me see. [shows phone] [cocks head to the side slowly, returning to his phone to compare the photos] Oh shit, that is at a different angle. With different lighting! Whatthefuuuck. Dude. _ Well, what did you do when you were Skrillex? A lot. _ Yo. That dude has like 16 passports. I had a lot of fun as Qua Long. _ Shenanigans As Dillon Francis-- Oh shit, this is gonna be a long list. It's actually not that much. (It's a lot) Dillon Francis sits at his desk in his Lair/Office. A pile of legal paperwork is stacked in front of him. ((Oh shit, where's the scene where he's got the glasses?)) Which...glasses… Aw fuck. Oh, right--cause he has a-- He has an entire series. How the fuck did Dillon Francis get to be Captain of the Motherfucking Bampheramphs?! FUCK that, he's not my captain. He's your captain. He is not my Captain. That is not my President. I'M THE CAPTAIN NOW! **Insert: This Is: Dillon Francis Here Damn dude. Dillon Francis needs an entire character analisis (Okay, keep that misspelling, that's hilarious. Anyway) *Analysis I think I might have to write one. Can we not? I mean. Yo dude, i”m like half capacity for Dillon Francis Half, is….half. Well, I mean it's corona virus so-- Fragments of Mr. Francis Blasted analysis Need a dialysis just to get this Sk- Shit out my system. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I shout out curses. Now I speak clown I'm an Owl out of water. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I create languages I see the stares On blank faces I paint the canvas With blood and with ashes I leave on the pavement First of all, These park and raves are crazy Electric Daisy is inside me Everybody's at the party All the stars aligning And all the patrons waiting, waving ___ I call him “The Ghost” You never know where he goes, And the music follows No forward But I know, I know He's The Ghost Producer And I'm just a Loser _ Ive never seen this one before! Me neither. That's great. Something new. Well-something old, something new--it's Skrillex. Yeah, but I like Skrillex. We all like Skrillex Wow. Oh, the fan..family. Family? Family, wait-- AGH, THIS MUSIC IS DISTRACTING ME. It was so clear, and then it just-- Yeah, Vanished? Yeah. Yeah. [A Silence.] A circle of dancing people summon wishes out of the center of their Concentrical Circle. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. What. I'm pretty sure this already happened. I remember that. What? That never happened Uh. It did. It happened like, last season-- --LAST SEASON? --maybe even the season before that. What! I thought we were watching the Pilot! I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MOVIE. This is the third movie. THE THIRD MOVIE? Wait--when did you get here? I...have always been here. [beat.] She's been going on like this for two days. Oh My God. Yes. Have you tried to stop her? No, it's too good; Plus, she can sense us coming it's--watch this. Queue the passerby. A passerby moves towards the garden in the far east corner of the observatory; Are you recording all of this? Even better; We're broadcasting it. To WHO? (in space, in what (was thought to be, anyway) a Void in the unknown. Uh, it WAS a void in the unknown, until a satellite crossed into it) What the fuck, is that a Satelite? A satellite! A satellite? Which satellite? I've got dozens of satellites. Dozens? *Thousands Elon Musk: ...Was it one of mine? (It was) ((To literally nobody's surprise)) (((Literally))) Literally, nobody--because literally nobody ever existed, ever. Until this happened. WHAT IS THIS? Have you seen this? No. Well, you're in it. Okay? I'm in a lot of shit. We all are. But not this. (yes you are) What was that? What was what? You need to burn this. Burn it… Nobody can ever see it. Okay. I just took 6 Xanex. 6! YES. And ⅓. And a third. Okay. Yes. 6 and ⅓. This, This. This is why. Why what? Why he looked at me like that. Like what? [A look.] But how could he have even known; Where could he have ever been, that I was that would make it make sense. Well, we know the Why. This is why. So now--How. How, now Brown Cow? Okay, honestly--it's almost funny now, because yeah--I'd probably also react that same way if I knew someone was going to write that about me. Yeah, I panicked. Panicked; I had a heart attack. Have you seen that thing? Yeah, it's massive. It is massive it's-- --God, it's ridiculous. --It's almost atrocious. Yikes. Yeah. I've been inside of this story before. Oh? I've been inside all of them. I see. Most of them, I just choose to forget. What makes it so that you choose? _ I actually stopped breathing. For how long? Forever. It was nice. _ You...made this…? I...yeah. You cooked me breakfast. I enjoy cooking. Well, thank you. Welcome. DEAD. How did-- Alright. So these two planets. Yeah. Two different galaxies? I guess. Okay. _ First of all that party was lit as fuck and you missed it. I didn't miss it, I just... attended at a limited distance. Chak Chel's set. Doooog. It was. (MM.) Bruh, I just miss when SNAILS was Captain. That was fun times. Too bad we can't go back. ...we can go back... No, dude don't-- Ted, Ted, and Ted meet Todd, Todd, and Todd at Lost In The Sauce Lands. So basically--all 6 of them fuck up at the same time and end up In this-- It's basically a void that lasts infinitely at Lost Lands. Oh shit. _ You better quit it, before you get Stuck in The Skrillex. [The Skrillex Tar Pits] _ Have you ever seen a mosh pit at-- -- Skril-- NO. I'm not ready to talk about it. --Dillon Francis-- It was really therapeutic. -it was nice, they had protective equipment -there was a line, and a queue -it was literally the safest moshpit I've ever attended. Meanwhile, at the Skrillex concert: I'M NOT READY. - Well, that was nuts. Please. No amount of marijuana is going to make you capable of understanding-- I'm not trying to understand, i'm trying to cope; okay? This nigga has magical powers. --And then what?-- Is she still on fire? (an explosion) Yes. Is she still on fire? (several explosions) Maybe. There were so many bombs. (((But the worst?))) “The Nigga Conniption” Oh, shit, is that what we're calling it? Where did he get it? He didn't “get it”, he just had it. How could he just “have it.” I had to do something; They were going to kill him. What happened to your “survival of the fittest” This is different. How is it different? This is different because he isn't sick, or defective--he's just...created… …? ...differently. So it's different. Woah. That's a lot of shit. It is a lot. What the fuck. I swear to GOD i've been in this WOBBLE for over a MINUTE NOW. Ahhhh, there you are-- Ah, The Wobbles. Here, we meet: -mr. wobble -the wobble monster and some other wobble people who live in the wobble. Bruh. I am so tired. What does this dude eat for breakfast? I guess we insert that scene with Dillon Francis here, right? (((Yup.)) So, to this festival… YESTIVAL. Oh shit, is that what we called it? YES. oh shit, because-- EVERYTHING IS YES. (Everything was yes.) ((It was.)) (((It still is.))) The Venga Bus. The Double Dutch Bus. Whatever that is. The Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile. That strange Double Decker from Harry Potter. T h e S o u l T r a i n Did it have a name? I don't know. I don't have time for the internet right now. Now they call me “the internet” Okay, wait-- Yeah. So. Next time I die, that's it--everything just stops. Yes. _ Eventually I'm gonna get sick of this shit and just sit But that's someday, And todays not it; It's lit About to hit TiTs and Hit the Highway, And I'm on the way Cause I was born to rage. DaDa Life. Ahhs, those were the days. The golden age of rave… FIRST OF ALL PASQUALE, THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS. (Overhead of EDC) YOU DID THIS. [that's a neutral] Is she yelling at him? I think she's more proud and impressed, but pissed at the same time, because he's just so nonchalant and calm about it. Oh please, that nigga is not calm. Face. Have you seen his eyes? They're wild. Wild, I tell you. OKay what the fuck is happening; Pasqualle's eating Twinkies right now. Dude, the world is ending. I don't think the world is “ending”, it's just...something's probably wrong with it or something. [[watching virtual rave]] oh yes, something is wrong with it definitely. What is actually happening right now. This shit just lifted us into space-- --this isn't it, is it?-- What, at the rave? You're still at that rave? You have reception in space?...Hello… Oh Hell No. My Phone cut off! I still have reception. Who do you have T Mobile (but later) Bruh, I just lost service. What? Oh no. Oh, what-- I still have service. What? When did you get here? Who the fuck are you? I've...always been here. What, no you haven't, I-- Shh. Here. What? How do you have service? What carrier is this? GOOGLE. I don't know--have you asked Google about it? No, fuck that, I don't want to talk to Google about it--she's just going to make me over analyse everything-- Maybe you should over-analyse it. No. Hey man, the word ‘analysis' is starting to look funny. Of course it looks funny, it starts with ‘anal' Who starts with ‘anal'? Touchy. Hooe shit, have you seen that bitch? She's scary. She's a bit scary. Did she say that? I believe it. I don't know if I believe it. BELIEVE IT. Wait, you're Naruto? In the flesh! WHY! Why am I Naruto? WHY ARE YOU IN THE FLESH?! How did you DO this? You did-did. I did not DO this; I couldn't DO this! You can do anything. But I didn't! But you can. You can do everything. You are everything. But i'm not. Alright. Then you're not. WHAT? If you honestly believe that--or whatever you honestly believe--then that's facts. Damn, she put you in a “Fuck You” Chamber. [*ding!* FUHCKYOU] What did you DO. Yo, what did you doooo. What did you do to this girl, oh my god dude; I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU. I HATE-- Oh now, dear; Hate is such a strong word. Ohh. It's a Skrillex. S K R I L L E X It is. Looks Fragile. Should we grab it? FIRST OF ALL, --Goddammit, dude-- “IT”, is a HE. Okay, DAMN. DAMN? OKAY. [she does.] Damn. Yeah. So that's what “Damn” is. Lol the first damnation. Hey-- Hi-- Okay, what if-- What if: THAT'S the name of your Supergroup? I wanted to call us “Trifecta” Here? yeah , right here. This is where you want your Kingdom? ...Yeah, right here. ...Okay... Okay. {A look} K bye. _ I've been at this rave for 57 days. _ Okay. Ya'll. Okay, ya'll! No. Guys. We gotta get out of here. What? Noooo. We're just getting started. No. Guys. I'm serious. Something is happening. “I see dead people” ...Freddy Mercury? Really. Uh huh. At a rave. Yes. In space. We did go to space, yes. Okay. Simpson? Yes. I'm gonna need you to take the day off. he's crazy He's not crazy, he's just gay! he's craaazy gay. _ Okay. But how do you know him? he's my ex. No he isn't. Who is it? (sighs) it's...my ex. WHAT? Check. Mate. Bitch. __ Mm. I know her. Who--Billie Ellish-- [Nods] What? Take me to her. Take you...to Billie Ellish. If that's what you're calling...her... now...yes. “now”? Mmhmm. Lady, how old are you--and what is this shit? Hm. (squints) try it. (sus) UH, no…? Suit yourself. It's there if you ever want it. (later) Dillon Francis is searching frantically for extra magic when-- [He comes across the flask, and snatches it.] WOW. Yeah, I know; it's crazy, right? You just found him like this? I did. Where was he? I tripped over him at a bus stop. Woah. Bro, that's so mean. Okay What did Dillon Francis do to you? He knows what he did. He does? No. (He actually does.) Oh, I knew it! ((You should know it, you wrote--)) THE END. ___ What is your favorite invention? Of mine? Yeah. Hmm…. (((Ganja.))) What's your favorite color? Hmmm… (((White))) “When The Day Met The Night” Has Brenden Urie been to the future? Probably. He seems... He seems off. (He is) We all are. (You are.) Hey--who's saying that? Let me be Frank. Dooooooog. it's that part! It's that part. Shuttup! Nigga this is it--this is the shit I told you! So...how many channels is this on? It's on millions of channels throughout the interdiemensions and counting. “Millions of channels throughout the interdimensions,” Not only are we Global; We are now Interplanetary, and our Communication Technology has connected us into the outer dimensions, and intersecting parallels. Are you guys done blowing eachother up yet? UH, WHAT? You're idiots; This was supposed to be a redemption for your entire species, and you fuckwads ruined...pretty much everything. Now we have to mellow out your entire civilization-- --yeah, or annihilate it-- ---just for you backwards savages to get lifted into the Ascension. Idiots. What was that? What was what? Did you hear something? Hear what? Ouch! Ow? What's wrong? Are you Okay?! *trigger, pulled* -------------------------------------------------------BOOM--------------------------------------------------------------- S/HE CAME THROUGH MY SUBWOOFER. She came in through the bathroom window. ___ No, no, no--let me be the DJ. You're already the DJ. Heh. I wanna be the DJ. What were you saying? I don't know. Something Something Sonny Something. So she took 6 Xanex, and #Adderall It was just a long day, that's all… And then I hear Skrillex is on his way HERE? Damn. No. I'm not okay. So, I... Damn dog, she lost it. She lost it. I ovet is. huh. Oh man, he was on one. I'm on one. Fuck it, I'm On One. Fuck. What happened? What happened? What happened? Well, that's tragic. Wait--this is a tragedy? No, it isn't--it's a comedy. No, it isn't-it has Sad Dillon Francis. Exactly. If it has sad Dillon Francis in it, it's tragic. It's supposed to be dramatic. Dillon Francis was crying in it? That's fantastic. That's hilarious. Sad Dillon Francis? I don't want to see sad Dillon Francis! He's a bad actor. Then i'll be sad. We're all sad. Oh, you're right--we're all sad. Oh. He is actually not a bad actor. He was really good in it. Oh, my God--it was really good. Are you serious? I'm not watching it. It's nominated for an Oscar. I'm not watching it. C'mon man --do you know how long it took to get my hands on this? They have them at Fantastik. Do you know what I had to do? It was not cool. Bro, it was so cool! So goood. He is, he's good. What has he done! This is bad. This is very bad. KLIPTOWN EMPYREAN, OH I GET IT, IT'S-- Sop. Okay? You're never gonna get it. ‘Nah, you're never gonna get it. Never ever gonna get it DUDE. WHAT? WRITE THE FUCKIN MOVIE. WHICH ONE? I DON'T KNOW--THE ONE THAT GETS US OUT OF HERE. How'd you learn how to do that? Do what? Does he know? No, he doesn't. He doesn't know. Oh. Oh, he doesn't know what he did? Nah, not yet. Wow. Have you seen this? [Looks] (Not Impressed) Now I have. What d you think-- I don't. That it's like, magic, or...what is that. I don't know what it is. Well...what do you think it is? I don't think, I just listen; and if anything sounds interesting, I just send it in. Interesting like this? [plays it] CUT TO: [stops it] This is interesting. They stare into The Box. I'm glad you did this in person. No one else can know about this; Not even our affiliates. Not even-- Nobody. Woah, it actually came back I told you, if it was a good idea, it would always come back. It...I guess. Besides, it's already happened. It's just playing over. “Do I Know you?” “Do you?” Damn. This shit gets deep. I don't get how it's deep. And I don't get how it's DIllon Francis. I can't even imagine how this happened. Imagine Dragons. That's--I'd rather--not. Anyway, why is she cooking this nigga breakfast? Because he's dead, he should have a nice breakfast. Yeah, you're probably right. BILLIE ELLISH I---like that scythe. SUPA CRYPT KEEPER It's nice, right? BILLIE ELLISH Yeah. I like it. SCK You like it? Have it. BILLIE ELLISH It's mine? SCK Yah! If you like it so much, just take it-- CUT TO DILLON FRANCIS DUDE, SHE TOOk ONE OF MY MAGNETS. CUT BACK TO BILLIE ELLISH Nice! Besides, I have another one just like it--but tiny. TINY SCYTHE. Have you seen this Billie Ellish kid? Oh wow. Yeah, she's kind of terrifying. BILLIE ELLISH is an Old Soul. (it's true, she actually is) A really, really old soul. Who is this. I like it. Are You Okay? Not really, but-- (Shrugs) That's it? That was the fast? Yup. But it was so short. Sometimes it is. But now what? What else do you want? I...don't know how to do this. Sure you do,you just do it. You don't know how you shine the sun, you just do it Just do it! JUST DO IT, NIKE. Is this your knife? I...yes. [they fight] Is this your knife? I... maybe... [they fight] Is this...your I-- [winces] CUT TO: Now, give me your hat. What, why?! GIVE ME YOUR HAT. Damn dude, Skrillex is kicking ass and taking names all day in this. What movie is this? *This is the dimension where pretty much, everything is Skrillex. Well, Everything is Skrillex. Is this the one with the Bellagio Fountain? I think it is. Nigga. He remixed it. He what? The Conniption. He remixed it. What? “The Conniption”; that's what people are calling it. Oh... Yeah. Bruh. Look at-- OH MY GOD. Bro..you leave the fandom, you leave the kingdom. What Kingdom? Dog, this isn't a Kingdom, it's just random. Bro, people LOVE IT. Now they want you to do a collab together. A collab with Skrillex? I can't afford a collab with Skrillex.. You have to do a collab with Skrillex! Uh, I don't have to do anything. Especially that. ___ You're getting residuals off my existence. I am your existence. SKRILLEX is a SUPERSTAR DJ. -&- SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ. WARNING: This combination is potentially hazardous. WARNING. ! ! ! X___X WARNING. __ ...is there something you need me to do? It's... hard to talk about it... Then don't, you don't have to speak, at all, you know. Oh what, he's telepathic? Homeotelepathy. What is that? BRO, WHAT IS YOUR POWER. Dude, I don't want to see Skrillex. That shit is terrifying. You're terrified of Skrillex? [Plays three clips] ...yeah, dude. Okay, so basically. Wow, he's a rocket scientist. How did you get to this Planet? What Planet. Oh, Goddamn him. Well, t-- Then we just LARPED. Wow that's... Oh, it got violent. Are you Finished with the Skrillex? Not yet. DUDE, DID YOU KNOW? NO! DID HE KNOW? NO! (((YES.))) AGH. I hate this place! Everything is YES. You're a fucking idiot. Oh yeah, you're a fucking Skrillex. How about that? Call me Skrillex again, you little bitch--just look me in the eye and say it. Skrillex. __ Hey, I know this magic… Magic, this is all magic. Yeah, I know this guy; This is Jimmy Fallon's magic. (Good job, bro.) Jimmy Fallon's Galaxy. What the fuck I thought it was a planet. *Ahem. Jimmy Fallon's Magic Galaxy. Oh, wow. Alright, then. WHAT. Jimmy Fallon isn't a Bampheramph. Actually, he just made Captain. You're kidding. No, that was... that just happened. Jimmy Fallon. (Obviously) Come with--actually, you can stay right there. What? Just stand right there. ...and that's his magic. How does he have that? What did he ask for? What did you give him? What did he ask for? What did you give him?! Oh My God. You can't just go around granting wishes! I was just trying to manage these prayers, one-handedly. You can't just answer all the prayers as “wishes granted” that's why we have this system. Christ. No, not me--not today, Satan; I can't TAKE IT. JESUS CHRIST. Nah, he quit. What?! BUT. You got me now, so. Who the FUCK are you? I'm..uh... What are they calling me? They don't know it's you, they're still calling you Jesus. Well of course they still worship Jesus. Which Jesus? Well, any Jesus--All The Jesus. It was all the Jesus. All the Jesus. Magic Israel? A Ziptie machine? A “Stud Finder” IT WORKED. Of course it works. Well, no use crying over spilled Skrillex. But what do we do with it? Well, we're just going to have to get rid of it. Get rid of it? Fuck that! Didn't you say you wanted to *sissappear? Yes. Then get out of here. It is-- No, this isn't. This is his. No it isn't--it isn't Skrillex. What do you mean “It isn't Skrillex”? It's Skrillex. It isn't Skrillex. What are you talking about--it's-- I made this. What? No, it's. It's me. I did this. She's not mad at him, or anything In fact, She's just a fragment Or a figment or a magnet, that managed to stick In his imagination I hang out in this memory It's bad, But I keep going back-- I thought maybe I could manage it Keep it from happening But it just keeps happening And hasn't yet I have to see him. His eyes. He's hiding it. I know where the rest is. Skrillex has it. I'm dying, right? I have to be dying. You're dead. But I'm dying. I've been here before and I've felt it. Tokyo? High rise. Sounds Nice. Check the price on a flight. Likewise, I've tried to find this guy about a million times. I know where he hides it. So, how does it end? It just ends. yeah --but how does it end? It just...ended. You actually have to leave, to get out of here. NO… Don't do it. Don't do what? I didn't do anything. This is the way she wanted it. JUMP. Jump--now? Are you sure? This morning my mind was made up; I was going to Thailand for over a month. Sweet, and Rich-- But Flaky Like a pastry in the morning; Seems like a great treat but really, He's no good for me So we'll have a Mexican Wedding Damn. How did Dillon Francis get so high up??? Well, I found him hanging from a tree, so. OH FUCK, I GET IT-- HE IS GERALD. Damn. I don't know how to explain this… Oh shit, I get it; I'm Gerald. - — NEXT EPISODE: CESMET AND PETRUFHEIO are beyond overwhelm; GIAN stands before them, taking a respectful bow as he, too joins them in battlestance, which cannot be broken in physical stature, however the focused energy between the triad raises the entire colleaium into a total chaos and commotion. GIAN?! What is this? Who are you? GIAN, serious and stern, unusual to his demeanor, scoffs, as he focuses on C'esme't, acknowledging her presence in consciousness, and all respect. Petrutheio, face reddened, implodes with anger, nearly breaking his stance. Go ahead, Pet— That's Your Highness— —you can't win— —I already have— —He'll kill you. —he's already dead— Aren't we all? C'esme't, the only of the triad having actually experienced all forms of death, aoftens her gaze, entering into cosmic ompinpotence I'm having a hard time Getting started With this project Probably because I just want off this planet Cause it's lovelies; I'm honest with my thoughts, And now I'm lost in them I'm lost without you Lost another pair of socks, In the common laundry room I'm just an everyday, ordinary Motherfucking wannabe, a DJ But I wanna be a mother one day I'm at the apex I'm a warning call, A warning call A warning If I kill myself again, I'm waking up next to my lover So good morning, So good morning Just a warning Nothing's ever better Then the taste of butter; Dug you up to wonder what the fuck was up With all the rubber ducks Inside my cup, or tub I'm just a cuck I guess you really love her, huh I really love the one, I really love I really love My other husband— Huh I'm at the apex I'm a warning call, A warning call A warning [SHOT] If I kill myself again, I'm waking up next to my lover So good morning, So good morning Just a warning [SHOT] Just a warning shot to shut you up, You little fucking slut Enough's enough Another lover, motherfucker Suck it up, you cunt You're just another one You're just another one of us You're just another Just another one of us You're just another one You're just another one of us You're just another Just another one of us I dug you up to hug you, But all you are is just Some bones, dressed in new clothes I took your skull home And I put it on my mantle, Make a wish, —and then I blow the candle Out. Huh C'esme't has secretly turned to self-harm, in the midst of her ongoing emotional crisis due to Petruchio's arrogance and deliberate carelessness; she begins to fear for her Selfl, as she discovers during a match in her reflective state that she is recently unable to cry, hardened by her stubbornly aggressive counterpart, C'esme't draws the blood of her palm, which she spills onto the sundial in the labyrinth; she is startled and surprised shamefully by Gian, who, though normally calm becomes diffuse, and sent into a powerful fury of sadness and rage-- She reveals to Gian, in his onset of tears that she herself has been unable to cry, to which he deflates as she comforts him, holding his as he weeps glistening streams of ‘conscious tears, crying quite physically for the two of them, blood mixing with his tears as he grasps s cesmet's wounded palm, gripping it to his cheek; His intrinsic healing powers are revealed as his tears begin to mend the deep wound; Meanwhile, Petrutheio becomes irritated, as he is forced to continue pausing a Jester's Match, stricken with excruciating pain in his own palm; Attempting to ignore it, he continues forward with his match, but is irreversibly injured when s when his palm becomes again singed with pain and he is stricken by his opponent; He falls to the ground, clutching his palm, immediately knocked unconscious. He fades into a dream. PETRUTHEIO, YOU TELEPATHIC HACK! Oh, so you finally acknowledge my telepathy… In the highest realm, where The One is set to assume, interwoven intoThe Golden Goddess Of The Eye— Dark Heart Artist —the Eldest consciousness in any given existence; being that of everything of Love, and Light The middle realm, where the majority of a——- What the fuck. Wait, what happened? It just ENDS!!? It just ENDED. WHAT THE FUCK. AHHHAHHHHAHAHHHH. No, no, no– WHAT THE FUCK Wait! Go back! AHHHHHHHHH. [Holding eachother screaming] Oh, look. A butterfly. WHAT. There is is. Oh. See. huh. [a calm silence] Bro. huh . Wait. we're INSIDE. {holding eachotherscreaming] My heart is in another place, And with these words we face A face to face A fight of fights The faux of foes— And so, a duel it is For you, I fawned; For you, I called— The darkest night was followed by The lightest light That Dawn could bring, And I would sing this to you, too, My love— But have no melody A melodrama, Or a comedy? Come my lover, come to me My lover, come to me Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me What was once, Is always— Don't you see? I see you, See you, see me What we were, We always are We always are We always, always Oh, what would you do to me? Oh, what will you do to me? Oh, what did you do to me? What have you done to me? Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me I did fall; We did fight— It is love; He had fawned for me once— Oh— Love is what it always was; What we were once, We all become Come to me, my lover Come to me, my lover Come to me, my lover My lover, come to me Come to me, my lover, Come ro me— Come, my lover, Come to me— Come to me, my lover Come to me Come to me HI, I'm Gerald. Dude, I can't tell the story of Gerald. Only Dillon Francis can do that. I concur. That's right. Gerald is his friend-- --He's my friend-- I'm not go-- And that's it. It just ends. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

There's this cricket that lives Somewhere near here, When I hear him I think of the song He sings and all I think is “I wish someone would sing for me, I wish someone would sing for me” If he makes me cry one more time... “One last time, We gonna celebrate” If there's an album, there's going to be a tour; If there's a tour, I'm gonna wanna see him And it's just infinite, isn't it-- Infinite, isn't it? There's no point to it; There's really nowhere safe, that I could run from him A class act An a plus A sad actor with black magic A bad pastor with bad habits A black cat, and a hat and in it Is everything I ever imagined If there's an album, There's going to be a crowd I'm gonna want to be in it And it's just infinite isn't it Can't live with Skrillex Can't go on tour with him Maybe I just, Settle down in this awful town While I try to figure out, What this is about And if this is about Skrillex How did I get into it? If this is Skrillex How do ___ AHHHH DUDE. AHHH THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Ahhhh man. What the fuck. This is--did you Put The Skrillex in The Skrillex, like I said? ...I… ...did you put the Skrillex in The Skrillex? Skrillex-Skrillex Put the-the Skrillex in the Skrillex Skrillex-t-Skrillex-Skrillex Skrillex is Skrillex-Skrillex OH SHIT. YOU DON'T REMEMBER WRITING ‘THE SKRILLEX SONG'? I DIDN'T WRITE IT! YOU WROTE IT. She's denying it. Oh, She stole all ya'll music. She took all of my songs. All of them? I mean, not all of them--just the bangers. I'm not going to Mexico for Dillon Francis. “The Interrogation” SUPACREE pays the incarcerated SKRILLEX under observation a series of visits, using her invisibility cloak. [[*This would be along the same storyline (using a linear “time”) where SUPACREE has gained most of her abilities, and is also terrorizing Dillon Francis (*interns scene). So. What? Just to get this straight; Nobody can see SUPACREE? Right. But she's--basically--beating the shit out of people. Yeah, she's just... fucking shit up. But nobody can see her. No. At all. No. Nobody at all, just the DJ's. Starting with-- D1-Skrillex D2-DIllon Francis D3-SUPACREE (Wait, how the fuck?) Scary Monsters and SUPACREE. Well, which comes first? What? Which movie? I--What? In order. Order? Like...wait, what are you saying? When you put them in order-- Order?? ORDER!!! Bruh. I just got a dick pic from Dillon Francis. What? By like, accident? I don't think it was an accident… It had to be... It has a personalized greeting, with my name in it. What? Let me see--! (Look) I mean--not “let me see”, I just meant--the greeting. Like, what did it say? Dude-- Damn, that's… Yeahhhh man! Was there a show tonight? Maaaayyybe, I don't know where it would be... Yo dude, I'm calling--WOAH. What dude? I got a message from him too! Oh shiiiit, what's it say? Should I even open it? Open it! What if it's his dick, bro? Open it! [Opens it.] OHHH. It's his dick, bro. Oh SHIT, what the fuck HAPPENED? What did happen? Does yours have a message? What did happen…? I feel like--wait, is that--huh. What does the message say? It does have a message...wait--let me see yours again. What the fuck for? [staring at phone, cocking head slowly to one side] ((Ohh, I like this, the audio pans like--)) I feel like mine's at a different angle. A different angle--wh--let me see. [shows phone] [cocks head to the side slowly, returning to his phone to compare the photos] Oh shit, that is at a different angle. With different lighting! Whatthefuuuck. Dude. _ Well, what did you do when you were Skrillex? A lot. _ Yo. That dude has like 16 passports. I had a lot of fun as Qua Long. _ Shenanigans As Dillon Francis-- Oh shit, this is gonna be a long list. It's actually not that much. (It's a lot) Dillon Francis sits at his desk in his Lair/Office. A pile of legal paperwork is stacked in front of him. ((Oh shit, where's the scene where he's got the glasses?)) Which...glasses… Aw fuck. Oh, right--cause he has a-- He has an entire series. How the fuck did Dillon Francis get to be Captain of the Motherfucking Bampheramphs?! FUCK that, he's not my captain. He's your captain. He is not my Captain. That is not my President. I'M THE CAPTAIN NOW! **Insert: This Is: Dillon Francis Here Damn dude. Dillon Francis needs an entire character analisis (Okay, keep that misspelling, that's hilarious. Anyway) *Analysis I think I might have to write one. Can we not? I mean. Yo dude, i”m like half capacity for Dillon Francis Half, is….half. Well, I mean it's corona virus so-- Fragments of Mr. Francis Blasted analysis Need a dialysis just to get this Sk- Shit out my system. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I shout out curses. Now I speak clown I'm an Owl out of water. Now I speak Sk-Sk-Sk I create languages I see the stares On blank faces I paint the canvas With blood and with ashes I leave on the pavement First of all, These park and raves are crazy Electric Daisy is inside me Everybody's at the party All the stars aligning And all the patrons waiting, waving ___ I call him “The Ghost” You never know where he goes, And the music follows No forward But I know, I know He's The Ghost Producer And I'm just a Loser _ Ive never seen this one before! Me neither. That's great. Something new. Well-something old, something new--it's Skrillex. Yeah, but I like Skrillex. We all like Skrillex Wow. Oh, the fan..family. Family? Family, wait-- AGH, THIS MUSIC IS DISTRACTING ME. It was so clear, and then it just-- Yeah, Vanished? Yeah. Yeah. [A Silence.] A circle of dancing people summon wishes out of the center of their Concentrical Circle. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. What. I'm pretty sure this already happened. I remember that. What? That never happened Uh. It did. It happened like, last season-- --LAST SEASON? --maybe even the season before that. What! I thought we were watching the Pilot! I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MOVIE. This is the third movie. THE THIRD MOVIE? Wait--when did you get here? I...have always been here. [beat.] She's been going on like this for two days. Oh My God. Yes. Have you tried to stop her? No, it's too good; Plus, she can sense us coming it's--watch this. Queue the passerby. A passerby moves towards the garden in the far east corner of the observatory; Are you recording all of this? Even better; We're broadcasting it. To WHO? (in space, in what (was thought to be, anyway) a Void in the unknown. Uh, it WAS a void in the unknown, until a satellite crossed into it) What the fuck, is that a Satelite? A satellite! A satellite? Which satellite? I've got dozens of satellites. Dozens? *Thousands Elon Musk: ...Was it one of mine? (It was) ((To literally nobody's surprise)) (((Literally))) Literally, nobody--because literally nobody ever existed, ever. Until this happened. WHAT IS THIS? Have you seen this? No. Well, you're in it. Okay? I'm in a lot of shit. We all are. But not this. (yes you are) What was that? What was what? You need to burn this. Burn it… Nobody can ever see it. Okay. I just took 6 Xanex. 6! YES. And ⅓. And a third. Okay. Yes. 6 and ⅓. This, This. This is why. Why what? Why he looked at me like that. Like what? [A look.] But how could he have even known; Where could he have ever been, that I was that would make it make sense. Well, we know the Why. This is why. So now--How. How, now Brown Cow? Okay, honestly--it's almost funny now, because yeah--I'd probably also react that same way if I knew someone was going to write that about me. Yeah, I panicked. Panicked; I had a heart attack. Have you seen that thing? Yeah, it's massive. It is massive it's-- --God, it's ridiculous. --It's almost atrocious. Yikes. Yeah. I've been inside of this story before. Oh? I've been inside all of them. I see. Most of them, I just choose to forget. What makes it so that you choose? _ I actually stopped breathing. For how long? Forever. It was nice. _ You...made this…? I...yeah. You cooked me breakfast. I enjoy cooking. Well, thank you. Welcome. DEAD. How did-- Alright. So these two planets. Yeah. Two different galaxies? I guess. Okay. _ First of all that party was lit as fuck and you missed it. I didn't miss it, I just... attended at a limited distance. Chak Chel's set. Doooog. It was. (MM.) Bruh, I just miss when SNAILS was Captain. That was fun times. Too bad we can't go back. ...we can go back... No, dude don't-- Ted, Ted, and Ted meet Todd, Todd, and Todd at Lost In The Sauce Lands. So basically--all 6 of them fuck up at the same time and end up In this-- It's basically a void that lasts infinitely at Lost Lands. Oh shit. _ You better quit it, before you get Stuck in The Skrillex. [The Skrillex Tar Pits] _ Have you ever seen a mosh pit at-- -- Skril-- NO. I'm not ready to talk about it. --Dillon Francis-- It was really therapeutic. -it was nice, they had protective equipment -there was a line, and a queue -it was literally the safest moshpit I've ever attended Meanwhile, at the Skrillex concert: I'M NOT READY. - Well, that was nuts. Please. No amount of marijuana is going to make you capable of understanding-- I'm not trying to understand, i'm trying to cope; okay? This nigga has magical powers. --And then what?-- Is she still on fire? (an explosion) Yes. Is she still on fire? (several explosions) Maybe. There were so many bombs. (((But the worst?))) “The Nigga Conniption” Oh, shit, is that what we're calling it? Where did he get it? He didn't “get it”, he just had it. How could he just “have it.” I had to do something; They were going to kill him. What happened to your “survival of the fittest” This is different. How is it different? This is different because he isn't sick, or defective--he's just...created… …? ...differently. So it's different. Woah. That's a lot of shit. It is a lot. What the fuck. I swear to GOD i've been in this WOBBLE for over a MINUTE NOW. Ahhhh, there you are-- Ah, The Wobbles. Here, we meet: -mr. wobble -the wobble monster and some other wobble people who live in the wobble. Bruh. I am so tired. What does this dude eat for breakfast? I guess we insert that scene with Dillon Francis here, right? (((Yup.))) So, to this festival… YESTIVAL. Oh shit, is that what we called it? YES. oh shit, because-- EVERYTHING IS YES. (Everything was yes.) ((It was.)) (((It still is.))) The Venga Bus. The Double Dutch Bus. Whatever that is. The Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile. That strange Double Decker from Harry Potter. T h e S o u l T r a i n Did it have a name? I don't know. I don't have time for the internet right now. Now they call me “the internet” Okay, wait-- Yeah. So. Next time I die, that's it--everything just stops. Yes. _ Eventually I'm gonna get sick of this shit and just sit But that's someday, And todays not it; It's lit About to hit TiTs and Hit the Highway, And I'm on the way Cause I was born to rage. DaDa Life. Ahhs, those were the days. The golden age of rave… FIRST OF ALL PASQUALE, THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS. (Overhead of EDC) YOU DID THIS. [that's a neutral] Is she yelling at him? I think she's more proud and impressed, but pissed at the same time, because he's just so nonchalant and calm about it. Oh please, that nigga is not calm. Face. Have you seen his eyes? They're wild. Wild, I tell you. OKay what the fuck is happening; Pasqualle's eating Twinkies right now. Dude, the world is ending. I don't think the world is “ending”, it's just...something's probably wrong with it or something. [[watching virtual rave]] oh yes, something is wrong with it definitely. What is actually happening right now. This shit just lifted us into space-- --this isn't it, is it?-- What, at the rave? You're still at that rave? You have reception in space?...Hello… Oh Hell No. My Phone cut off! I still have reception. Who do you have T Mobile (but later) Bruh, I just lost service. What? Oh no. Oh, what-- I still have service. What? When did you get here? Who the fuck are you? I've...always been here. What, no you haven't, I-- Shh. Here. What? How do you have service? What carrier is this? GOOGLE. I don't know--have you asked Google about it? No, fuck that, I don't want to talk to Google about it--she's just going to make me over analyse everything-- Maybe you should over-analyse it. No. Hey man, the word ‘analysis' is starting to look funny. Of course it looks funny, it starts with ‘anal' Who starts with ‘anal'? Touchy. Hooe shit, have you seen that bitch? She's scary. She's a bit scary. Did she say that? I believe it. I don't know if I believe it. BELIEVE IT. Wait, you're Naruto? In the flesh! WHY! Why am I Naruto? WHY ARE YOU IN THE FLESH?! How did you DO this? You did-did. I did not DO this; I couldn't DO this! You can do anything. But I didn't! But you can. You can do everything. You are everything. But i'm not. Alright. Then you're not. WHAT? If you honestly believe that--or whatever you honestly believe--then that's facts. Damn, she put you in a “Fuck You” Chamber. [*ding!* FUHCKYOU] What did you DO. Yo, what did you doooo. What did you do to this girl, oh my god dude; I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU. I HATE-- Oh now, dear; Hate is such a strong word. Ohh. It's a Skrillex. S K R I L L E X It is. Looks Fragile. Should we grab it? FIRST OF ALL, --Goddammit, dude-- “IT”, is a HE. Okay, DAMN. DAMN? OKAY. [she does.] Damn. Yeah. So that's what “Damn” is. Lol the first damnation. Hey-- Hi-- Okay, what if-- What if: THAT'S the name of your Supergroup? I wanted to call us “Trifecta” Here? yeah , right here. This is where you want your Kingdom? ...Yeah, right here. ...Okay... Okay. {A look} K bye. _ I've been at this rave for 57 days. _ Okay. Ya'll. Okay, ya'll! No. Guys. We gotta get out of here. What? Noooo. We're just getting started. No. Guys. I'm serious. Something is happening. “I see dead people” ...Freddy Mercury? Really. Uh huh. At a rave. Yes. In space. We did go to space, yes. Okay. Simpson? Yes. I'm gonna need you to take the day off. he's crazy He's not crazy, he's just gay! he's craaazy gay. _ Okay. But how do you know him? he's my ex. No he isn't. Who is it? (sighs) it's...my ex. WHAT? Check. Mate. Bitch. __ Mm. I know her. Who--Billie Ellish-- [Nods] What? Take me to her. Take you...to Billie Ellish. If that's what you're calling...her... now...yes. “now”? Mmhmm. Lady, how old are you--and what is this shit? Hm. (squints) try it. (sus) UH, no…? Suit yourself. It's there if you ever want it. (later) Dillon Francis is searching frantically for extra magic when-- [He comes across the flask, and snatches it.] WOW. Yeah, I know; it's crazy, right? You just found him like this? I did. Where was he? I tripped over him at a bus stop. Woah. Bro, that's so mean. Okay What did Dillon Francis do to you? He knows what he did. He does? No. (He actually does.) Oh, I knew it! ((You should know it, you wrote--)) THE END. ___ What is your favorite invention? Of mine? Yeah. Hmm…. (((Ganja.))) What's your favorite color? Hmmm… (((White))) “When The Day Met The Night” Has Brenden Urie been to the future? Probably. He seems... He seems off. (He is) We all are. (You are.) Hey--who's saying that? Let me be Frank. Dooooooog. it's that part! It's that part. Shuttup! Nigga this is it--this is the shit I told you! So...how many channels is this on? It's on millions of channels throughout the interdiemensions and counting. “Millions of channels throughout the interdimensions,” Not only are we Global; We are now Interplanetary, and our Communication Technology has connected us into the outer dimensions, and intersecting parallels. Are you guys done blowing eachother up yet? UH, WHAT? You're idiots; This was supposed to be a redemption for your entire species, and you fuckwads ruined...pretty much everything. Now we have to mellow out your entire civilization-- --yeah, or annihilate it-- ---just for you backwards savages to get lifted into the Ascension. Idiots. What was that? What was what? Did you hear something? Hear what? Ouch! Ow? What's wrong? Are you Okay?! *trigger, pulled* -------------------------------------------------------BOOM--------------------------------------------------------------- S/HE CAME THROUGH MY SUBWOOFER. She came in through the bathroom window. ___ No, no, no--let me be the DJ. You're already the DJ. Heh. I wanna be the DJ. What were you saying? I don't know. Something Something Sonny Something. So she took 6 Xanex, and #Adderall It was just a long day, that's all… And then I hear Skrillex is on his way HERE? Damn. No. I'm not okay. So, I... Damn dog, she lost it. She lost it. I ovet is. huh. Oh man, he was on one. I'm on one. Fuck it, I'm On One. Fuck. What happened? What happened? What happened? Well, that's tragic. Wait--this is a tragedy? No, it isn't--it's a comedy. No, it isn't-it has Sad Dillon Francis. Exactly. If it has sad Dillon Francis in it, it's tragic. It's supposed to be dramatic. Dillon Francis was crying in it? That's fantastic. That's hilarious. Sad Dillon Francis? I don't want to see sad Dillon Francis! He's a bad actor. Then i'll be sad. We're all sad. Oh, you're right--we're all sad. Oh. He is actually not a bad actor. He was really good in it. Oh, my God--it was really good. Are you serious? I'm not watching it. It's nominated for an Oscar. I'm not watching it. C'mon man --do you know how long it took to get my hands on this? They have them at Fantastik. Do you know what I had to do? It was not cool. Bro, it was so cool! So goood. He is, he's good. What has he done! This is bad. This is very bad. KLIPTOWN EMPYREAN, OH I GET IT, IT'S-- Sop. Okay? You're never gonna get it. ‘Nah, you're never gonna get it. Never ever gonna get it DUDE. WHAT? WRITE THE FUCKIN MOVIE. WHICH ONE? I DON'T KNOW--THE ONE THAT GETS US OUT OF HERE. How'd you learn how to do that? Do what? Does he know? No, he doesn't. He doesn't know. Oh. Oh, he doesn't know what he did? Nah, not yet. Wow. Have you seen this? [Looks] (Not Impressed) Now I have. What d you think-- I don't. That it's like, magic, or...what is that. I don't know what it is. Well...what do you think it is? I don't think, I just listen; and if anything sounds interesting, I just send it in. Interesting like this? [plays it] CUT TO: [stops it] This is interesting. They stare into The Box. I'm glad you did this in person. No one else can know about this; Not even our affiliates. Not even-- Nobody. Woah, it actually came back I told you, if it was a good idea, it would always come back. It...I guess. Besides, it's already happened. It's just playing over. “Do I Know you?” “Do you?” Damn. This shit gets deep. I don't get how it's deep. And I don't get how it's DIllon Francis. I can't even imagine how this happened. Imagine Dragons. That's--I'd rather--not. Anyway, why is she cooking this nigga breakfast? Because he's dead, he should have a nice breakfast. Yeah, you're probably right. BILLIE ELLISH I---like that scythe. SUPA CRYPT KEEPER It's nice, right? BILLIE ELLISH Yeah. I like it. SCK You like it? Have it. BILLIE ELLISH It's mine? SCK Yah! If you like it so much, just take it-- CUT TO DILLON FRANCIS DUDE, SHE TOOk ONE OF MY MAGNETS. CUT BACK TO BILLIE ELLISH Nice! Besides, I have another one just like it--but tiny. TINY SCYTHE. Have you seen this Billie Ellish kid? Oh wow. Yeah, she's kind of terrifying. BILLIE ELLISH is an Old Soul. (it's true, she actually is) A really, really old soul. Who is this. I like it. Are You Okay? Not really, but-- (Shrugs) That's it? That was the fast? Yup. But it was so short. Sometimes it is. But now what? What else do you want? I...don't know how to do this. Sure you do,you just do it. You don't know how you shine the sun, you just do it Just do it! JUST DO IT, NIKE. Is this your knife? I...yes. [they fight] Is this your knife? I... maybe... [they fight] Is this...your I-- [winces] CUT TO: Now, give me your hat. What, why?! GIVE ME YOUR HAT. Damn dude, Skrillex is kicking ass and taking names all day in this. What movie is this? *This is the dimension where pretty much, everything is Skrillex. Well, Everything is Skrillex. Is this the one with the Bellagio Fountain? I think it is. Nigga. He remixed it. He what? The Conniption. He remixed it. What? “The Conniption”; that's what people are calling it. Oh... Yeah. Bruh. Look at-- OH MY GOD. Bro..you leave the fandom, you leave the kingdom. What Kingdom? Dog, this isn't a Kingdom, it's just random. Bro, people LOVE IT. Now they want you to do a collab together. A collab with Skrillex? I can't afford a collab with Skrillex.. You have to do a collab with Skrillex! Uh, I don't have to do anything. Especially that. ___ You're getting residuals off my existence. I am your existence. SKRILLEX is a SUPERSTAR DJ. -&- SUPACREE is a SUPERSTAR DJ. WARNING: This combination is potentially hazardous. WARNING. ! ! ! X___X WARNING. __ ...is there something you need me to do? It's... hard to talk about it... Then don't, you don't have to speak, at all, you know. Oh what, he's telepathic? Homeotelepathy. What is that? BRO, WHAT IS YOUR POWER. Dude, I don't want to see Skrillex. That shit is terrifying. You're terrified of Skrillex? [Plays three clips] ...yeah, dude. Okay, so basically. Wow, he's a rocket scientist. How did you get to this Planet? What Planet. Oh, Goddamn him. Well, t-- Then we just LARPED. Wow that's... Oh, it got violent. Are you Finished with the Skrillex? Not yet. DUDE, DID YOU KNOW? NO! DID HE KNOW? NO! (((YES.))) AGH. I hate this place! Everything is YES. You're a fucking idiot. Oh yeah, you're a fucking Skrillex. How about that? Call me Skrillex again, you little bitch--just look me in the eye and say it. Skrillex. __ Hey, I know this magic… Magic, this is all magic. Yeah, I know this guy; This is Jimmy Fallon's magic. (Good job, bro.) Jimmy Fallon's Galaxy. What the fuck I thought it was a planet. *Ahem. Jimmy Fallon's Magic Galaxy. Oh, wow. Alright, then. WHAT. Jimmy Fallon isn't a Bampheramph. Actually, he just made Captain. You're kidding. No, that was... that just happened. Jimmy Fallon. (Obviously) Come with--actually, you can stay right there. What? Just stand right there. ...and that's his magic. How does he have that? What did he ask for? What did you give him? What did he ask for? What did you give him?! Oh My God. You can't just go around granting wishes! I was just trying to manage these prayers, one-handedly. You can't just answer all the prayers as “wishes granted” that's why we have this system. Christ. No, not me--not today, Satan; I can't TAKE IT. JESUS CHRIST. Nah, he quit. What?! BUT. You got me now, so. Who the FUCK are you? I'm..uh... What are they calling me? They don't know it's you, they're still calling you Jesus. Well of course they still worship Jesus. Which Jesus? Well, any Jesus--All The Jesus. It was all the Jesus. All the Jesus. Magic Israel? A Ziptie machine? A “Stud Finder” IT WORKED. Of course it works. Well, no use crying over spilled Skrillex. But what do we do with it? Well, we're just going to have to get rid of it. Get rid of it? Fuck that! Didn't you say you wanted to *sissappear? Yes. Then get out of here. It is-- No, this isn't. This is his. No it isn't--it isn't Skrillex. What do you mean “It isn't Skrillex”? It's Skrillex. It isn't Skrillex. What are you talking about--it's-- I made this. What? No, it's. It's me. I did this. She's not mad at him, or anything In fact, She's just a fragment Or a figment or a magnet, that managed to stick In his imagination I hang out in this memory It's bad, But I keep going back-- I thought maybe I could manage it Keep it from happening But it just keeps happening And hasn't yet I have to see him. His eyes. He's hiding it. I know where the rest is. Skrillex has it. I'm dying, right? I have to be dying. You're dead. But I'm dying. I've been here before and I've felt it. Tokyo? High rise. Sounds Nice. Check the price on a flight. Likewise, I've tried to find this guy about a million times. I know where he hides it. So, how does it end? It just ends. yeah --but how does it end? It just...ended. You actually have to leave, to get out of here. NO… Don't do it. Don't do what? I didn't do anything. This is the way she wanted it. JUMP. Jump--now? Are you sure? This morning my mind was made up; I was going to Thailand for over a month. Sweet, and Rich-- But Flaky Like a pastry in the morning; Seems like a great treat but really, He's no good for me So we'll have a Mexican Wedding Damn. How did Dillon Francis get so high up??? Well, I found him hanging from a tree, so. OH FUCK, I GET IT-- HE IS GERALD. Damn. I don't know how to explain this… Oh shit, I get it; I'm Gerald. - HI, I'm Gerald. Dude, I can't tell the story of Gerald. Only Dillon Francis can do that. I concur. That's right. Gerald is his friend-- --He's my friend-- I'm not go-- —And that's it. It just e— {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

This message from our Advent series "Which Jesus?" imitates the Jeopardy game show, where Jesus is the question to which the biblical prophecies are the answer.

Christmas is about Jesus. But which Jesus are we talking about? Our Advent message series "Which Jesus?" focuses on this, starting with Jesus as a priceless holy gift—like a white elephant—but he is neither a burden/punishment nor a joke.

Which Jesus is your church representing? Is it the Jesus of the Bible or the Culturally Relevant Pragmatic Jesus? It seems in this day and age that Jesus has an Identity Crisis. Today we will look at the Biblically right Jesus.

The Glory and Redemption of God flows through one man, the Son Of God Jesus Christ. Which Jesus are we sharing, and what is the critical part of the Gospel that should be proclaimed?   The post Glory and Redemption: The True Christ appeared first on Faith Community Church Lakeside.

Mark Teaching Series Part 40 - Which Jesus do you long for?

Government of God vs of the world; Bible = book about government; Of, for and by the people; Choosing a CEO (king); Commander-in-chief; Separation of powers; Degeneration of society; Covetous practices; Accepting truth; "Torah"; Embracing humility; Strengthening generations; Obeying God; Law of nature; Wrath of God; Deut 17; Declaration of Independence; Waiving your right to choose; Taking your labor; Debt; Sabbath; Putting debt on your neighbor; "Israel"; Income tax; Tapping into the Tree of Life; Which Jesus?; The table of charity; "We the People"; Illegal constitution; Robbing widows and orphans; Blaming others; Forgiveness; Free society requiring faith; Drawing near to God; Christ's "way"; Doing the will of the father; Live without bondage.

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Part 21 Rising Opposition Last time we looked at the man Thomas Aquinas before going on to see the Eastern and Western Churches separate spectacularly! Today we see rising opposition to the Roman Catholic Church – from outside it and from within! Persecution & Inquisition. In the 12th century, a number of groups started questioning important Church doctrines. Itinerant and wandering monks preached to the imagination and consciences of people. People were starting to read the Bible for themselves and also pray to God without relying on the prayers of the Clergy. Which Jesus are people to follow was in a lot of people's minds. “Do we look to – the all-conquering ascended Christ who is ruling earth through his vicar, the Pope or do we look to the opposite of this image – the Jesus who said “Foxes have holes, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to sleep.” (Matthew 8:20) Asking questions as to why the church hierarchy feast while the common people starved? Where is the church people started questioning – is it in the sacramental institution or is it in the people? People such as Robert Grosseteste, the Bishop of Lincoln, who decried the laziness, greed and immorality of the Roman Catholic clergy. To question the Pope and the Roman Catholic church was regarded then as heresy. These people, baptized members of the church, who were questioning the Church, were seen to be turning their back on the Church. What was the church to do? The Church responded by means to purify the Church of heresy. This was conducted through trials and the Inquisition. There was some conflict within the Church itself. How can the Church, employ violence to ensure peace within society and maintain a heresy-free Church? A pure church was the Will of God – reigning through His representative on earth, the Pope. Innocent III labelled heresy, as treason in 1199. He made the Dominicans the main order to search out heresy. At the time, faith was not a private matter but a public faith upon which the whole of society was built. To commit any heresy was therefore also to commit treason against the State. Disobedience therefore against the State, was therefore also heresy. Hence a dark time in Church history with the Inquisition, which involved the deliberate and prolonged torture of both heretics and infidels. This was as a means to eliminate the heretics and maintain strict doctrine, teaching and practise. In 1224, execution by secular authorities became papal policy. Innocent IV condoned torture (1252) to 'help people find the truth'. A court went from town to town searching for heretics. An opportunity was given for confession and recantation, but the resistant were often burned at the stake. The Inquisition was extensive in Italy, Spain & France for several centuries. Arise Arnold! However, questions were starting to be raised about how far the Church had strayed from the clear Apostolic teachings of the Bible – particularly in regard to non-violence and poverty. Arnold, an Italian churchman urged the Church to sell its riches and give the proceeds to the poor – helping return the Church to its New Testament roots. He was also at the forefront of movements to overthrow the Pope. When Pope Innocent II was on tour for the Second Crusade, Arnold seized his chance and with the help of the Romans took power. Romans dreaming of a return to the glories of the Roman Empire! Arnold decreed that clergy were to live in poverty. This lasted about 10 years until Pope Hadrian IV overthrew Arnold and Arnold was executed for heresy. But his voice wasn't alone! There were more to come. Arise Waldo! Peter Waldo of Lyons, France, was a rich merchant and converted to Christianity in 1175-1176. Soon after he gave away his wealth in order to follow Christ with a lifestyle of simplicity, poverty and preaching. He gained a large following and was approved by the Pope in 1179. A group we now call the Waldensians grew from this with a mission to the poor. Waldo sent out Christians, two by two, in order to teach and explain the Scriptures to people. Once when ordered to stop, Waldo quoted the Apostle Peter in rebuttal “We must obey God rather than men.” (Acts 5:29). These were laymen – not trained by the Church and therefore not allowed to go about preaching and speaking without invitation by Bishops and church hierarchy. They were a living condemnation of the Church and in 1181 they were condemned. In the year 1184 they were excommunicated. Pope Lucius III ordered their elimination by inquisition and secular punishment. They formed their 'own true' church which spread throughout most of Europe except Britain. The main objections of the Church to the Waldensians, was that they engaged in unauthorised preaching of the Bible; rejection of the intermediary role of the clergy; and the rejection of purgatory. Reformation had not yet come to the Church, particularly in matters of salvation by grace alone through faith alone. The Waldensians didn't teach this but reformation of the Church and of Church teaching was coming. But not yet… Tap or click here to download this as an audio mp3 file

This week Pastor Chris continued our sermon series in Galatians with a message entitled, Authentic or Counterfeit Christianity. The Judaizers of the day were invading the church with a false gospel and Paul's exhortation the Galatian is to serve the one true authentic Jesus. The church today deals with this very same issue of picking a counterfeit Jesus over the authentic Jesus. Which Jesus do you serve?

Morning episode! Early in the week episode! Weird energy for us. Joe Girardi fired. Keelhauling. Rays Pride Night debacle. Which Jesus roots for which MLB team. Players to Be Shamed Later: Twins Edition. The Pederson/Pham/Trout fantasy drama. How to pick out a hat. Then on the patreon side we Couch Around about two episodes of Bob's Burgers. Go to Patreon.com/BattingAround to sign up.

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: THE MOVIE - PART I // THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE LEGENDS: ORIGINS Apparently, There's a movie between Season 3, and Season 4. Of which show? All of them. ALL OF THEM? That's a lot. That is a lot. Does she know she's being recorded? She doesn't know she's being recorded. Oh, My God. ANANDAR THE GREAT. who's this now? --that's my sponsor --that's my manager --that's my... Oh. "Oh." ...Oh. Ah! She's a witch! Yo--She's a fairy! WHAT'S THIS MAGIC? ...kk. damn. i'm a dick. she's such a diva. what an asshole. I guess it's a series of important encoded messages, or something. 4 fucking hours?! I'm not listening to this. We're listening to this. I shouldn't post this. Don't post this. Damn. I'm a dick. A fucking narcisist. What an asshole! What a dick. A fucking sociopath. "My body doesn't know what it needs." "My body knows exactly what it needs." Here, take this. You can't just-- [does.] SUPACREE is a dick. She's a dick. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] Whatever. Something out there asked for this. What about your superstardom? What about it? Give me that. Ugh. What is this? *coughs* WHAt THE-- doctor sebi maps.me dissappear. -blu. Fall//Fly (never) capo 1 Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so… Lost in my mind, in time Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I'll never forget to call again Oh I've never been so Out of touch If i could love you a life time And I probably might, I find I'd give you all my light (or none ) We'll find, in time Which one Oh I've never seen such love in my world Oh, I've never seen such love in my world oh, I've never seen such love in my world Oh, i'll never forget to fall again, Oh, I've never seen such love in my world …Oh, I've never been so high in my life Oh, i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to call again— Oh, i've never been so high in my life Oh I''ve never been so high in my life Oh i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to fall… ___ 4427 43 2900 5671 12/3 369 The question wasn't whether I wanted to stay, or go; in fact, I wanted to go, and to stay—but underlying and now, overlying, was the wonder of in what way I would spend my birthday. Did it matter? I wanted it not to, and yet, here I was, caught in the wash, and the album or book, or episode– whatever it was, that was coming about from it was meant to be called “Three Nights In San Cristobal” , but something was pressing me to get out, now that I had the certainty and assertion of what I was; Then It just stops. OH MY GO- RUSKO aka “Christopher Mercer” is standing trial for the involuntary manslaughter of his roommate; He becomes famous in a nearby parallel for being the the first human known to have committed murder by way of sound frequency— FUCK. —little does anyone know… SUPACREE headlines an entire festival during a blackout. Was it bad? yeah. did they throw trash at me? Only a little. aww. SUPACREE is a Superstar DJ. Oh great, yeah. She is possibly the best— THE BEST &, also/a- SHH. “Bread's Dead” LIVE KETO SET. What is this. just buy tickets. What is it? I'll buy them. PAUSE. AND THEN WHAT? MILEY CAME IN ON A WRECKINGBALL. You mean, “like” a wrecking ball”? NO. I mean, YES, she was ON a wrecking ball, so– “like' but, WAS. WHAT. BROAH. DID SHE COME OFF? sortof. WAHHHHHHHHHHHH. WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON? NONE. hey, look watch. RELEASE THE KRAKEN. YOOOOOOOOOOOOO. got a new guitar; got another gig got a new guitar, got another gig got a new guitar got another gig —got another gig —got another gig. Well, now that I'm famous, it makes everybody seem more human. The good ones, the bad ones– Except for women. Women are monsters. I hate them. You are them. I was them. NO, I wasn't. Was I wrong for loving you? (It's too human) I didn't want to do this— (It's so stupid) True, I'll use it, too “i'll use him” “Cool” I'm just a tool, to you, then. Then, there was Justin Roiland, the unsung hero of them all–mostly because he wasn't ‘sung' at all, but mostly spoken–the amount of comfort his voice had always provided was, in the very least, heroic–if I understood the context of Poetic Justice at all, that's probably what it was. But even he, in my mind, being all of consciousness at once, now, more often than not, had collided with the thoughts of fame and wealth, and what exactly it does; I paused hard upon reflecting on the ‘retarded' amounts of laugher that seemed to be unstoppable, as I formed the then-very-loose-plot of my own projects, or rather, the conglomerate of them all, which would eventually become The Festival Project Perhaps, I thought, all that it really was is that I had been watching the final outcome of a ride I was also on, for all of them–however, as much as I wanted, I couldn't seem to forge the great gifts of The Prodigal Sonny, and as it turned out, I wanted either all of it or none. Now that I was properly out of carbohydrates, I could focus on being somewhat hot, at least until someone with an actual body walked by or just happened along; I had somewhere along the way decided that women with perfect bodies were in fact not Gods, or rather Goddesses, but Satan in his truest form– as often and awkwardly from afar, I often watched as men would become useless and lost followers in their company, typically unarmed with more than looks– But, I knew at this point that the men I had so affectionately fawned after had climbed the social and even political ranks so much so that, The Actresses, The Models, The Musicians and otherwise multi talented women of the world– A world to which I may have once belonged, had my mother not destroyed my body– my upbringing clipping me with a 25-year-long inability to produce positive thoughts concerning The Self. Now that I had properly shifted my self-hatred into Skrillex, which didn't exist as a man, but a business, I could unravel the rest of the infinite that was somehow expanding as quickly as it was collapsing. Considering Luis was now seemingly preoccupied with the ugly punk rock girl, and now that I would be properly sealed-off from whatever truck stop… Stop scratching. You look awful. It's just because i'm black and I need my hair done. Just cut it off! Fuck that nonsense. Why not? Same reason I put clothes on: It covers up the ugly. God Loves Ugly. Oh yeah? Well maybe UGLY just loves GOD cause nobody wants it so there's no one left to talk to BUT him. “Him” ? Or not.. Whatever. It's beyond the human concept what The God Consciousness is. *coughs* whatever she wants. Or IT. Check it out. Another fucking demon. ‘The Demon Whisperer' Demons don't whisper, they cough. (Or pretend to cum.) Who does that? Pornstars. Models. Whatever these are. –truck stop travelers would pass through rampantly, leaving nothing but the trash of processed junk and coughing obnoxiously, rather than having to hang above it all in a hammock, only ever wishing for Skrillex so that I could fight the mosquitoes off. I just wanted a home, and, though I was only joking about the mangoes, it seemed my faith was at least partially restored, as the room I had decided was the closest thing… Suddenly, the ability to write, at least, as I had been–in this form, was vanishing; Of course, having to scrambble to some effect to make sure that I wasn't listening to Dillon Francis– Why, exactly, is that? Why is what? Why is Dillon Francis on The Blacklist? Because. Dillon Francis Made Me Laugh AND DEN?! Dillon Francis Made Me Cry. Oh noooo. Oh I love her. This plot is so racist. So is Hollywood. IN THIS DIMENSION: The Chinese Woman from Freaky Friday, and The Chinese Woman from Dude Where's My Car are actually the same woman–she just has two jobs. HAVE–THREE JOB. Oh, three jobs. That's a lot, Mrs. Wong! (Racist name, by the way) —and, she's gone. No, i”m not. Get me off this planet. LIQUID STRANGER If you want. Enter: The Psychonauts His music had inspired the entire plot of Ascension… I could be gone from it, but not forgotten or lost; at some point it seemed as though everything I had written hadn't even belonged to me… Well, it was almost a thought process, in narrative form. Then what happens? This. This is the festival project. Why'd you get up? I felt I was being watched. Well, you're not. (But I was) hy·per·son·ic /ˌhīpərˈsänik/ Learn to pronounce adjective 1.relating to speeds of more than five times the speed of sound (Mach 5). 2.relating to sound frequencies above about a thousand million hertz. Now that I had nearly drifted off into an experience that was more in my body than out… She's–immune to ACID? In– SUPACREE throws DILLON FRANCIS out the window. Wait, what window. It–doesn't matter. DILLON FRANCIS [falling] YES IT DOES No, it doesn't. ((yes it does)) Oh–it does? [Everyone nods, especially DILLON FRANCIS, who seems to momentarily stop falling as if he's forgotten he ever was.] [Dillon Francis Nods] Well then… [He is suspended in mid air] Really high up. Oh My God. [He hits the ground, hard. Surprisingly, he does not splatter–and luckily, appears to have already been unconscious. In the darkness, upon impact.] RUN. Just then, I remembered who Ever was– who never was; The daughter I had thought up and then forgotten under everything i had become; The mumbling, stumbling drunken father I loved, only reminded me of the… And…it's gone. What! We can't add south park! That's too many plots! Well, you're practically Butters. I am– [BUTTERS] Mantequilla!!!!! MORE TEQUILA. Sacred Science: Ancient Egyptian “It Doesn't Matter” CC's new friend falls into an infinite loop, where SUPACREE flees for her life from superstardom and fame; He (Inwardly, also SUPACREE—) and his friend “Kiwi” relay a series of messages through several various futuristic intergalactic languages and advanced codes, which CC, operating newly as “Blū” and DJ Ū in her full creative persona, has learned to decode through music programming hypnosis, and ha developed a keen expertise in the studies of synaesthetics, and telekinesis. Oh. This is next level. It's multiple levels. Okay, heavy duty. I'll roll one. Oh. [Three overly attractive idealistic males enter The Vortex] Jesus Christ, Almighty. Oh. I told you, sit here. This is good. I needed that. — ‘I needed that.' Nothing happens without purpose or reason. What is “purpose”? What is “reason”? Oh, What's this *Daddy* Alright, I should get on with my day. No, stay seated. That's not fair. NO, watch it— Wait for it; Just wait. He—spoke BIRD. He was huge. Gigantic. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Don't be tall. I wasn't gonna! Oh, no, no, no. Everything was rock hard bodies and chest hair; The matted dreads of the friend beside me added adverse texture to the clean cut and very well-to-do-looking gentlemen who had against my will-to-wish, decidedly planted themselves parallel and just out of my line of sight, by peripheral—just so that to study them I had to sneak to peek at each of them, as within moments of spotting them all at once, as always, I could tell that each of them—with great respect, in their… “PALM/CC* MAAAAAAAAN— We waste time on SOOO much buuulllllshiiiiit! Oh, I get it. This is illuminati. You got it. —in their own unique sense and in the proper respective realms—they each had something to give, and to receive, to The Goddess, most recently hidden and writhing in sexless pain– Oh, My God. What's this around his neck. I don't know. Let's see here. Is it obsidian? HE SPEAKS BIRD. GO FOLLOW HIM. I just gushed. Don't be gross. Oh no, don't open your mouth. [The man begins to speak; he is oversexily foreign.] Oh My GOD. This dragon is going to destroy something! She's going to destroy EVERYTHING. That's what she does best! I had arguably never been so horny in my life, and nothing but the damage was being done, to my psyche and my subconscious ability to self destruct when super imposed upon. @terrazadelarquitecto She was wild, and wanted to know all there was to know to become and unleash the sprawling Goddess that had begun to take her Maiden form in the wash that was coming up into the shaken and awoke knowledge that was— they were all so perfect, Sacred Science: The king of pharaonic theocracy R.A.Schwaller De Lubicz There he is. Hey, there, sailor. What the fuck is THIS. How. Why be that large? Has it's benefits. Christ Almighty. Is that the one you want? Is it, then? Realizing I was being programmed to buy another something, I stopped myself from the influence of all that was around me, a playful gesture to indulge, by kindly rejecting the notion, in a push to finally move about my day; I was again becoming The Insomniac, or, whether or not I had known it all along, I always had been—which meant, in the suffering of losing my knack for writing anything and everything at any given time. I am a sitting duck. [Dillon Francis emerges from the water, gasping for every bit of breath.] Don't look at that. Mooh, my God. It's in color. Why is that—? Now What was *then*? Answer this question, No , Answer this Question: Okay. lol. _ here's this: What's this crappy place? Harsh. No, i'm serious. This is horrible. Okay, ouch. I mean it, this is bad. Where is this? Uh- Why are we here? This..is the bottom of my heart. This is gross. dang. Wait. so you're saying Yeah, get this They literally went—“within” Uhuh. To the bottom of his heart, literally— Yes, the inward infinite; The literal material externalization– The literal—yes. And she's like: “Ew” “Ew.” …Ew. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] I love the illuminati. Why would you say something like that? Look at this: What are those. They're not Crocs! Are they diamond encrusted? Indeed they are. Is that gold. Solid Gold, and Platinum; They're not plated. How would you even walk in those. I would not— Because you can't. I could, cause I'm man-strong — I just would not; Because it's ridiculous? Don't use that word around me. It is ridiculous! No, it's a synonym of ridiculous, because ridiculous doesn't exist—Anyway. Someone should put you to sleep. I've Michael Jackson'd Myself three times since I got famous—and you know what I got? It wasn't sleep! That's Off subject. Nothing's ‘on' subject. It's really *not* I love dudes in weird pants. Period. Still on the outside; Dead on the inside Inside out and On my head, Alone, my mind, along— But on my own ride A tribe of gypsies, With me, (or without me) Living out loudly, and badly But I was quite poorly, Or worried, but good on the core Wonder what's it all worth , with no surf and no certainties; copy + paste. ep -En Ūtero [Extended] 6:18 -hopskoch. -takitoo. 6:01 -43. -and then what? -Ū C'ESME'T Why are you walking me to my wild side? PETRUTHEIO Because it's my wild side. [beat] PETRUTHEIO (CONT'D) –What if I gave you all my love? C'ESME'T Why would I want that much love? PETRUTHEIO What if it wasn't that much? C'ESME'T Then why would I want it at all? He likes these games, ain't no heartbreak Raise the stakes No harm, no foul; It's an eye for an eye, and and ear for an ear, here She said “I live a fast life” He said, “I drive a fast car” but it wouldn't go far, no It wouldn't go far at all, now! I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just live out my life, I forget i'm an idol, I decided my mind is a diamond I'm higher than high now, Hey now, The Lord of the Flies Now I might need to file another reliable lie There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just Live it out, loud But I don't want to go, now! How about a round of applause— cause I like the sound of it Got a Dalmatian on the Greyhound What now? I'm finally proud of my Finally proud of my No, I'm just finally proud of me; Figure out how to be found There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. Black background, green Plus sign (insomniac sweater) rarity. (purple) -Ū. mirissa g.pool “fucking mosquitoes.” I told you, you need Skrillex. And I told YOU to shut your dirty mouth, you hooker. Hookers get paid. Yeah, by Skrillex. –that's enough. I am the only one at my table; I am the only one on my team I been inside the box for so long, that if you let me out, I might scream I am the only crayon in the whole damn box I'm the only sand on my beach and I don't preach what I practice; But I practice what I preach Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh hey Do you have a problem? Is it with me? Should I pray the Lord your soul to keep? Should I call the reaper? Or the state police? Is it martyrdom or suidice if they write a press release? SKRILLEX You looked like a deer in the headlights. SUPACREE Oh yeah? well, you looked like a bat on a windshield I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you can get that hat off her head. Are you serious? 15Gs if you can get it to touch the ground. SUPACREE we're playing a game i made up TIM We're playing a game *I* made up. SUPACREE I am you. TIM Now you've got it. I don't know what just happened— Okay— But this lady just saw down straight into my soul, where a ghost lives. You're a ghost? My soul's haunted!!! That is deep bro. …And he's got music. —So he's almost always gonna be alright And she's got—music; So she's almost-always gonna be alright. You can go ahead. It *is* funny. I don't like it. It's already hilarious. Where are we? Where *is* this? And you will *never* find me. We found you. Eyes on God. Oh My— WHAT. I'm *sorry* mom. Why are you looking at *ME*. ‘Cause I'm SORRY. Don't look at *ME* sorry. Wait. How many people can I be at once? All of them. No. Yes. Watch: [Watching.] …Watching… [Watching—gets knocked out.] Now. Now, you caught me in a bad spot; I'm getting off in dark spaces Come, come along now. Way beside, but along on my own, now. Tie your love down/ Tie your love down; Oh, Now all the way out of the way This is innosense, in a sense Go down to the shore, For the fun of it; Come now, you got to Tie down Tie down Tie down Dive down wide-eyed, Humbled with pride— While you're siding, Colliding with Idols, Confiding in no one, and residing nowhere— Nowhere to go, If they don't care ‘Who are you?' Now I'm getting caught in dark spaces; I'm getting off in a bad spot; Come, along now. Along, but way beside all on my own now In a sense, this is innocence Down, Tie Your love— Down Down, Tie your love, down All the way out of the way, Now— Oh! In a sense, this is innocence. I've got summer on my mind. ‘I take no part in the festival; if you look to kill me, I only ask that you do it quickly. ‘ What movie is this? This is ‘The Insomniac”. Oh, Okay well—what happens in it? CREE? SUPACREE. What are you DOING here? This is how I wrote The Legend of SUPACREE. I thought this was “The Insomniac”? This is how I wrote this, too. Wrote what? Just— Just. Keep. Writing. —And it doesn't stop for nothing. It really doesn't; it doesn't stop for anything. What is this. Audio. It's DJ Shit. ___ Bitch, what is your deal? I don't have one. Yes you DO. My soulmate made a deal with the devil;He sold the soul we share for success, wealth, and fame—but did not include love in the fine print. Watch this. What is this. It's a test. It's all a test. _ Open the map. I'm not gonna do that. I'm not playing. Are you insane? By standard definition? By any definition. I mean— [Some Mild Insanity.] I could be. INSOMNIAC. Who would do this. Who wrote this? Who's paying for this? Now that the stones that I Carried for The Luminaries had grown heavy, I could not carry them all at once, and at the same time was also in the process of getting smaller; So small that it would become difficult to carry one or more of the stones in my bosoms. Wow. Control your self. Wish I could. For some reason the whole world smelled like sex; There was nothing but bodies in the ripe perfection of the perfect paradisiacal air; Sunlight reflecting off of each and every thing thing that was under it..The days were long, and the nights were almost a blur, but I was less concerned with any one person or circumstance beyond my own well being for more than a fraction of the moment. But because I let it become funnier, all the while behaving as an omnipotent observer, it was unfolding quite beautifully, and very theatrically; I couldn't help but keep track of the movement around me, and how it related to my innermost reflections in this existence, seemingly everlasting. ‘--Now he's gonna cut the head off this bird, I guess.' Owh. This is beyond out of control. Unacceptable. The game hasn't started; the map isn't even open yet; Why are the refs making calls? You are OUT of BOUNDS. I'M NOT PLAYING. This is so far off the map. There's a secret passageway. They LEAKED. The MAP. All of a sudden, nothing bothered me. I was my own worst enemy, but now it seemed that I was magically washing away in my fears. Not far from freedom, I wasn't gone from the idea of what Love was, but was drawn towards a darker, more solitary cause. What is this story. I guess this is The Legend of Supacree. I'M NOT CURSED. I'm not SUPACREE. Fair. Fair. [Heavy Skrillexian Accent] FIAR!!! You're are Fired. I'm a- what? So I pulled these cards. Oh, woah, now. Drop this, here. I can't; Wow. Wow. Wow. Wooo00000wwwoooooowwwwwwWW. Do you know who you ARE? Do *you* know who I am? Oh, My God! I feel like that's an important factor. What the fuck is this show? go for the gold! I told you, the whole damn cast of; Sons of Anarchy; what on god. This all happened. *ecstatic* Ohhh Noooooo. [TIS + LEGEND OF SUPACREE + GERALD'S WORLD = ENTER THE MULTIVERSE / LEGENDS] key: live that long maybe it's not my place Maybe it's not my place to say, maybe It's not my place Maybe it's not my place, to say I'll just say grace, and clear my plate My patience [is] —- What the fuck. lol You know what? I like cake, you bitch!! Then eat some cake, you— [a death glare] —Overly-agressive person! I guess I'm just Suspiciously Capricious Kinda skittish when I'm in my kitchen scripting this in Yiddish, washing dishes in my menacingly hideous unmentionables spitting shit I didn't get to send to— …anybody interesting. #skrillex 3 Weeks Earlier… And of course, the first night I thought it either safe or warm enough to sleep entirely in the nude, the man next door somehow found it necessary to burst into my apartment, to which my lackluster and almost non-existent response became more alerting to me than the incident itself; I realized at that point, the amount of trauma I had sustained had created a nearly unexcitable individual, as I pondered the kind of reaction any ‘normal' woman might have had to that, something which may have seemed terribly frightening once upon a time, but was now, as anything else, merely comical. I had just finished what I considered to be the conclusion of ‘Season 3' of my Podcast series, still gaining an incomprehensible cult following, to which I questioned in curiosity, but none-the-less kept present, however awaiting karmic response, or some external universal backlash, as the season, which I posted all-at-once in an effort to regain some of my consciousness, as it seemed to have been ripped away in pieces– no longer belonging to myself, but a ghost that could neither decide whether it wanted to haunt or befriend me. In the early dawn, finally able to rest, I slipped into that of another vivid and astral projection of lucid dreaming–however, becoming increasingly sensitive to the notion of love, I chose not to record its happenings, only allowing the fondest of any memory I had kept from the dream sequence, a relief; as the connection I had received was both joyfully unexpected, and greatly needed. With only pending payments still pending for weeks and mere days left in the dwelling I inhabited, and almost nothing left–pennies, actually, by the American standard of conversion, I kept myself from weeping and only could depend on yet another intervention of Divinity to again rescue me, again–from this, a city which may have excited me in safety, but that I had grown to dislike increasingly, only having come with hopes of releasing The Festival Project internationally, however– with this rendition of The Electric Daisy approaching quickly within the week, my sanity became wavering under the notion that EDD had any humanity, as they had seemingly used me as some sort of experimentation, dangling the money I so desperately needed like a carrot in front of me–randomly allowing payments in my greatest moments of desperation and disparity. This disparity, however, would leave me stranded in a hostile 3rd world country. The Legend of SUPACREE I'm functioning at low capacity, I haven't eaten When I sleep, I hardly dream Or remember where I've been in Astral projections; This circle of protection, A perfection of reflected projections Of the vision, Created in our image; Imagine, Making television— I had to write a film about it Now I just remembered, I have albums, the advantage I want him, but can't have him Above average handsome man// All I am is an obsessive fan without a family Have a plan, But nothing left to stand for I'm just buried in the sand, And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand Damn I'm so damaged Damn A dine and dash sounds nice, I can't— I'm showing tracks I feel like trash, But haven't half the magic left I had inside my hands Damn After all that I just feel fat Maybe a can of cannellini beans, In place of meat Maybe a salad in a bag Can I afford that? Yeah, but then it's back to Jimmy Fallon Damn Damn My karma came back fast I left the man with Jimmy Fallon, I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of Pretzels that I smashed Inside the can of rancheros, That fell out as I ran A random act Of patriotism, Dressed up in a sinful Leather dress, And a dad hat The House Nigga caught me red handed: I told him I was hungry, then just left it [red light camera] Man. I just saw the flash Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back But I'd have to move my mask, And haven't been vaccinated; So I can't… Pass, Beyond the border or internationals At that, I text my fake ass friends a snap Of half of someone's head, He's sitting in first class, And can probably afford to check a bag, But all I have is my back pack And I'm certain under a black mask Is the man who backmasked tracks, And blasted from the past With ashes grey to match His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks He bounces back, And asks a fan to— “Gimmie your hat” And just like magic, she passes it. Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah? Who's actual class is this? Pasqualle's a proud headmaster, And a Bampheramph, The Captain dances in his honor I put on my cap and gown, But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate, I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under, Or something; I had to lose my temper Followed one and then another, And I wonder what was up When it was over I'm just a lover; But I never found The One, Now I'm not gonna I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with Got computer, complete with Ableton Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening And listening And singing, writing, dancing; I was born inside the box, And I still haven't started living Change my name to Sunnï Daisy Raiin, I go insane in pain Just sorting me through all these possibilities inside my brain Yes, I guess I've changed LA made me everything I hate about myself And so I'm changing I don't want anything I need Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed, I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police, Until I find the peace the city needs So I can sleep in it— And I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love; Including me— I can't be S U P A C R E E, She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something Who should be mixing, But she's busy writing this. What is it? It's...A Saga. A Saga of What. Just—a saga. Oh, My God. No, I'm not— This is a lot. Look I promised. Promised what. This fucking Saga. Saga for What?! Everybody else is drunk and on drugs; I'm keeping the records of history that's lost. [meanwhile, lost in the sauce] LLLAAAALLAAKANSJSKahajajaaqwqwwewwAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Oh. I see. It's a lot. Ah. Carry on. Lost your shine? Lost my Skrillex! You miss it? Do I Miss—? … You know what? What. Fuck you, dude. ...no can do. [later] Are we relaxed? What is this? I need it. You fucked up. This isn't right. No, it isn't. — BLACKOUT. What happened here? Are we rolling? Cut to commercial. — Are you serious? I'm so serious!!! She's so serious. CUT TO: Grocery Store, Day [over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!! What is she DOING? What are you doing? I'm doing me, bitch. And she's dancing like she never has before. —cut to rave— ***WUBZ*** Who is this? I'm on my own tonight. Is she drinking?!? THATS NOT FAIR! Oh, Sweet Jesus! —regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time. Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair. THIS ISN'T SKRILLEX. Sweet Baby Jesus. Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES. Regular Jesus: Oh, you're saved. Nice. [Passes baby Jesus to Sweet Jesus, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.] Send the Messiah. Wait, which one? Yeah, whose Messiah? CUT BACK TO: ‘the rave' ...Who's baby is this? Woah, cool baby. I respect that. [The third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.] Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled? MAYBE: CUT TO: A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.] Cut back to: No, his vibe. Is he sparkling? It's his aura. Oh. Pfft. Lol. Okay. —- First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. .. Oh, my God… I am alarmed. She's so stupid… Actually, just ugly—! Eyyy. Woahhh! But now I'm— You're a fan. Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally. OKAY. Ew, gross. Just kill me. [without hesitation] HANZEL No—Ze Rulez. [Lowers Rave Weapon] __ I'm highly allergic— —Don't need Skrillex. Brought my own! — [stabs self] What is that? Oh shit, it's the EPI(c)PEN OH SHIT. Nice. It also writes. After the stab? Usually after, yes. You, have to. Oh, yeah, huh? No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write. — Anyway—what were you trying to write? ...fuck, I forgot. Good job, Sonny. ___ Take me back! You wanted this. I wanted NOTHING. You got there! Agh!! Then when you did, you wanted to leave. There's no music. It's literally NOTHING. Except Jimmy Fallon. WHAT?! Since when?! What? Since literally ever. What?! No way. Let me see. Let me see. Oh my—WOAH. Let me see. Nothing is something! Unh-uh bro! What the— IT IS JIMMY FALLON. There will be Hell to pay!!!! Hell?! To pay?! Hah, yeah, right— You expect Satan to pay, dad—? He doesn't have any money—he just keeps making shit up and then making people give it to him for nothing. ...for nothing…? Yeah, literally nothing. The people that worship him go there instead of here or hell when they die. That's terrible. Yeah, and then when he gets it he keeps spending it on useless shit. He is a useless shit. He's nothing. I have to h/save my kid. // Alternately: I have to shave my kid! Lol. Okay, then. — It is terrible. Explain Jimmy— (((Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy…))) Raven Simone—*ahem* ((Incase Raven summons Raven Symons)) —-AHEM RAVEN SYMONE)) Don't forget the— RAVEN SYMONÉ. Which Jimmy—dead Jimmy or live Jimmy? Like, Jimmy Fally? Jimmy Fallon Live, Jimmy. Is this why—- JIMMY FALLON shhhhh shhhh—-!!!! they poured the pennies? Ah yeah, the last dollar… Westwood trees have good memories… What?? She can see dead people?! SO—Maybe—-maybe she can see Ricky!!!! WESTWOOOD, CALIFORNIA, 199? PASQUALE ROTELLA is a dashing young man; he and his friends are gathered, en route to a secret location. Pasquale, please— Come on, Ricky—can you tell me where we're going with these Daisies strapped to our knees????? —- There's that. Doompy Poomp Doompy* Poomp again I don't know what it's doing . ...He just does whatever he wants…

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: THE MOVIE - PART I // THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE LEGENDS: ORIGINS Apparently, There's a movie between Season 3, and Season 4. Of which show? All of them. ALL OF THEM? That's a lot. That is a lot. Does she know she's being recorded? She doesn't know she's being recorded. Oh, My God. ANANDAR THE GREAT. who's this now? --that's my sponsor --that's my manager --that's my... Oh. "Oh." ...Oh. Ah! She's a witch! Yo--She's a fairy! WHAT'S THIS MAGIC? ...kk. damn. i'm a dick. she's such a diva. what an asshole. I guess it's a series of important encoded messages, or something. 4 fucking hours?! I'm not listening to this. We're listening to this. I shouldn't post this. Don't post this. Damn. I'm a dick. A fucking narcisist. What an asshole! What a dick. A fucking sociopath. "My body doesn't know what it needs." "My body knows exactly what it needs." Here, take this. You can't just-- [does.] SUPACREE is a dick. She's a dick. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] Whatever. Something out there asked for this. What about your superstardom? What about it? Give me that. Ugh. What is this? *coughs* WHAt THE-- doctor sebi maps.me dissappear. -blu. Fall//Fly (never) capo 1 Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so… Lost in my mind, in time Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I'll never forget to call again Oh I've never been so Out of touch If i could love you a life time And I probably might, I find I'd give you all my light (or none ) We'll find, in time Which one Oh I've never seen such love in my world Oh, I've never seen such love in my world oh, I've never seen such love in my world Oh, i'll never forget to fall again, Oh, I've never seen such love in my world …Oh, I've never been so high in my life Oh, i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to call again— Oh, i've never been so high in my life Oh I''ve never been so high in my life Oh i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to fall… ___ 4427 43 2900 5671 12/3 369 The question wasn't whether I wanted to stay, or go; in fact, I wanted to go, and to stay—but underlying and now, overlying, was the wonder of in what way I would spend my birthday. Did it matter? I wanted it not to, and yet, here I was, caught in the wash, and the album or book, or episode– whatever it was, that was coming about from it was meant to be called “Three Nights In San Cristobal” , but something was pressing me to get out, now that I had the certainty and assertion of what I was; Then It just stops. OH MY GO- RUSKO aka “Christopher Mercer” is standing trial for the involuntary manslaughter of his roommate; He becomes famous in a nearby parallel for being the the first human known to have committed murder by way of sound frequency— FUCK. —little does anyone know… SUPACREE headlines an entire festival during a blackout. Was it bad? yeah. did they throw trash at me? Only a little. aww. SUPACREE is a Superstar DJ. Oh great, yeah. She is possibly the best— THE BEST &, also/a- SHH. “Bread's Dead” LIVE KETO SET. What is this. just buy tickets. What is it? I'll buy them. PAUSE. AND THEN WHAT? MILEY CAME IN ON A WRECKINGBALL. You mean, “like” a wrecking ball”? NO. I mean, YES, she was ON a wrecking ball, so– “like' but, WAS. WHAT. BROAH. DID SHE COME OFF? sortof. WAHHHHHHHHHHHH. WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON? NONE. hey, look watch. RELEASE THE KRAKEN. YOOOOOOOOOOOOO. got a new guitar; got another gig got a new guitar, got another gig got a new guitar got another gig —got another gig —got another gig. Well, now that I'm famous, it makes everybody seem more human. The good ones, the bad ones– Except for women. Women are monsters. I hate them. You are them. I was them. NO, I wasn't. Was I wrong for loving you? (It's too human) I didn't want to do this— (It's so stupid) True, I'll use it, too “i'll use him” “Cool” I'm just a tool, to you, then. Then, there was Justin Roiland, the unsung hero of them all–mostly because he wasn't ‘sung' at all, but mostly spoken–the amount of comfort his voice had always provided was, in the very least, heroic–if I understood the context of Poetic Justice at all, that's probably what it was. But even he, in my mind, being all of consciousness at once, now, more often than not, had collided with the thoughts of fame and wealth, and what exactly it does; I paused hard upon reflecting on the ‘retarded' amounts of laugher that seemed to be unstoppable, as I formed the then-very-loose-plot of my own projects, or rather, the conglomerate of them all, which would eventually become The Festival Project Perhaps, I thought, all that it really was is that I had been watching the final outcome of a ride I was also on, for all of them–however, as much as I wanted, I couldn't seem to forge the great gifts of The Prodigal Sonny, and as it turned out, I wanted either all of it or none. Now that I was properly out of carbohydrates, I could focus on being somewhat hot, at least until someone with an actual body walked by or just happened along; I had somewhere along the way decided that women with perfect bodies were in fact not Gods, or rather Goddesses, but Satan in his truest form– as often and awkwardly from afar, I often watched as men would become useless and lost followers in their company, typically unarmed with more than looks– But, I knew at this point that the men I had so affectionately fawned after had climbed the social and even political ranks so much so that, The Actresses, The Models, The Musicians and otherwise multi talented women of the world– A world to which I may have once belonged, had my mother not destroyed my body– my upbringing clipping me with a 25-year-long inability to produce positive thoughts concerning The Self. Now that I had properly shifted my self-hatred into Skrillex, which didn't exist as a man, but a business, I could unravel the rest of the infinite that was somehow expanding as quickly as it was collapsing. Considering Luis was now seemingly preoccupied with the ugly punk rock girl, and now that I would be properly sealed-off from whatever truck stop… Stop scratching. You look awful. It's just because i'm black and I need my hair done. Just cut it off! Fuck that nonsense. Why not? Same reason I put clothes on: It covers up the ugly. God Loves Ugly. Oh yeah? Well maybe UGLY just loves GOD cause nobody wants it so there's no one left to talk to BUT him. “Him” ? Or not.. Whatever. It's beyond the human concept what The God Consciousness is. *coughs* whatever she wants. Or IT. Check it out. Another fucking demon. ‘The Demon Whisperer' Demons don't whisper, they cough. (Or pretend to cum.) Who does that? Pornstars. Models. Whatever these are. –truck stop travelers would pass through rampantly, leaving nothing but the trash of processed junk and coughing obnoxiously, rather than having to hang above it all in a hammock, only ever wishing for Skrillex so that I could fight the mosquitoes off. I just wanted a home, and, though I was only joking about the mangoes, it seemed my faith was at least partially restored, as the room I had decided was the closest thing… Suddenly, the ability to write, at least, as I had been–in this form, was vanishing; Of course, having to scrambble to some effect to make sure that I wasn't listening to Dillon Francis– Why, exactly, is that? Why is what? Why is Dillon Francis on The Blacklist? Because. Dillon Francis Made Me Laugh AND DEN?! Dillon Francis Made Me Cry. Oh noooo. Oh I love her. This plot is so racist. So is Hollywood. IN THIS DIMENSION: The Chinese Woman from Freaky Friday, and The Chinese Woman from Dude Where's My Car are actually the same woman–she just has two jobs. HAVE–THREE JOB. Oh, three jobs. That's a lot, Mrs. Wong! (Racist name, by the way) —and, she's gone. No, i”m not. Get me off this planet. LIQUID STRANGER If you want. Enter: The Psychonauts His music had inspired the entire plot of Ascension… I could be gone from it, but not forgotten or lost; at some point it seemed as though everything I had written hadn't even belonged to me… Well, it was almost a thought process, in narrative form. Then what happens? This. This is the festival project. Why'd you get up? I felt I was being watched. Well, you're not. (But I was) hy·per·son·ic /ˌhīpərˈsänik/ Learn to pronounce adjective 1.relating to speeds of more than five times the speed of sound (Mach 5). 2.relating to sound frequencies above about a thousand million hertz. Now that I had nearly drifted off into an experience that was more in my body than out… She's–immune to ACID? In– SUPACREE throws DILLON FRANCIS out the window. Wait, what window. It–doesn't matter. DILLON FRANCIS [falling] YES IT DOES No, it doesn't. ((yes it does)) Oh–it does? [Everyone nods, especially DILLON FRANCIS, who seems to momentarily stop falling as if he's forgotten he ever was.] [Dillon Francis Nods] Well then… [He is suspended in mid air] Really high up. Oh My God. [He hits the ground, hard. Surprisingly, he does not splatter–and luckily, appears to have already been unconscious. In the darkness, upon impact.] RUN. Just then, I remembered who Ever was– who never was; The daughter I had thought up and then forgotten under everything i had become; The mumbling, stumbling drunken father I loved, only reminded me of the… And…it's gone. What! We can't add south park! That's too many plots! Well, you're practically Butters. I am– [BUTTERS] Mantequilla!!!!! MORE TEQUILA. Sacred Science: Ancient Egyptian “It Doesn't Matter” CC's new friend falls into an infinite loop, where SUPACREE flees for her life from superstardom and fame; He (Inwardly, also SUPACREE—) and his friend “Kiwi” relay a series of messages through several various futuristic intergalactic languages and advanced codes, which CC, operating newly as “Blū” and DJ Ū in her full creative persona, has learned to decode through music programming hypnosis, and ha developed a keen expertise in the studies of synaesthetics, and telekinesis. Oh. This is next level. It's multiple levels. Okay, heavy duty. I'll roll one. Oh. [Three overly attractive idealistic males enter The Vortex] Jesus Christ, Almighty. Oh. I told you, sit here. This is good. I needed that. — ‘I needed that.' Nothing happens without purpose or reason. What is “purpose”? What is “reason”? Oh, What's this *Daddy* Alright, I should get on with my day. No, stay seated. That's not fair. NO, watch it— Wait for it; Just wait. He—spoke BIRD. He was huge. Gigantic. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Don't be tall. I wasn't gonna! Oh, no, no, no. Everything was rock hard bodies and chest hair; The matted dreads of the friend beside me added adverse texture to the clean cut and very well-to-do-looking gentlemen who had against my will-to-wish, decidedly planted themselves parallel and just out of my line of sight, by peripheral—just so that to study them I had to sneak to peek at each of them, as within moments of spotting them all at once, as always, I could tell that each of them—with great respect, in their… “PALM/CC* MAAAAAAAAN— We waste time on SOOO much buuulllllshiiiiit! Oh, I get it. This is illuminati. You got it. —in their own unique sense and in the proper respective realms—they each had something to give, and to receive, to The Goddess, most recently hidden and writhing in sexless pain– Oh, My God. What's this around his neck. I don't know. Let's see here. Is it obsidian? HE SPEAKS BIRD. GO FOLLOW HIM. I just gushed. Don't be gross. Oh no, don't open your mouth. [The man begins to speak; he is oversexily foreign.] Oh My GOD. This dragon is going to destroy something! She's going to destroy EVERYTHING. That's what she does best! I had arguably never been so horny in my life, and nothing but the damage was being done, to my psyche and my subconscious ability to self destruct when super imposed upon. @terrazadelarquitecto She was wild, and wanted to know all there was to know to become and unleash the sprawling Goddess that had begun to take her Maiden form in the wash that was coming up into the shaken and awoke knowledge that was— they were all so perfect, Sacred Science: The king of pharaonic theocracy R.A.Schwaller De Lubicz There he is. Hey, there, sailor. What the fuck is THIS. How. Why be that large? Has it's benefits. Christ Almighty. Is that the one you want? Is it, then? Realizing I was being programmed to buy another something, I stopped myself from the influence of all that was around me, a playful gesture to indulge, by kindly rejecting the notion, in a push to finally move about my day; I was again becoming The Insomniac, or, whether or not I had known it all along, I always had been—which meant, in the suffering of losing my knack for writing anything and everything at any given time. I am a sitting duck. [Dillon Francis emerges from the water, gasping for every bit of breath.] Don't look at that. Mooh, my God. It's in color. Why is that—? Now What was *then*? Answer this question, No , Answer this Question: Okay. lol. _ here's this: What's this crappy place? Harsh. No, i'm serious. This is horrible. Okay, ouch. I mean it, this is bad. Where is this? Uh- Why are we here? This..is the bottom of my heart. This is gross. dang. Wait. so you're saying Yeah, get this They literally went—“within” Uhuh. To the bottom of his heart, literally— Yes, the inward infinite; The literal material externalization– The literal—yes. And she's like: “Ew” “Ew.” …Ew. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] I love the illuminati. Why would you say something like that? Look at this: What are those. They're not Crocs! Are they diamond encrusted? Indeed they are. Is that gold. Solid Gold, and Platinum; They're not plated. How would you even walk in those. I would not— Because you can't. I could, cause I'm man-strong — I just would not; Because it's ridiculous? Don't use that word around me. It is ridiculous! No, it's a synonym of ridiculous, because ridiculous doesn't exist—Anyway. Someone should put you to sleep. I've Michael Jackson'd Myself three times since I got famous—and you know what I got? It wasn't sleep! That's Off subject. Nothing's ‘on' subject. It's really *not* I love dudes in weird pants. Period. Still on the outside; Dead on the inside Inside out and On my head, Alone, my mind, along— But on my own ride A tribe of gypsies, With me, (or without me) Living out loudly, and badly But I was quite poorly, Or worried, but good on the core Wonder what's it all worth , with no surf and no certainties; copy + paste. ep -En Ūtero [Extended] 6:18 -hopskoch. -takitoo. 6:01 -43. -and then what? -Ū C'ESME'T Why are you walking me to my wild side? PETRUTHEIO Because it's my wild side. [beat] PETRUTHEIO (CONT'D) –What if I gave you all my love? C'ESME'T Why would I want that much love? PETRUTHEIO What if it wasn't that much? C'ESME'T Then why would I want it at all? He likes these games, ain't no heartbreak Raise the stakes No harm, no foul; It's an eye for an eye, and and ear for an ear, here She said “I live a fast life” He said, “I drive a fast car” but it wouldn't go far, no It wouldn't go far at all, now! I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just live out my life, I forget i'm an idol, I decided my mind is a diamond I'm higher than high now, Hey now, The Lord of the Flies Now I might need to file another reliable lie There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just Live it out, loud But I don't want to go, now! How about a round of applause— cause I like the sound of it Got a Dalmatian on the Greyhound What now? I'm finally proud of my Finally proud of my No, I'm just finally proud of me; Figure out how to be found There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. Black background, green Plus sign (insomniac sweater) rarity. (purple) -Ū. mirissa g.pool “fucking mosquitoes.” I told you, you need Skrillex. And I told YOU to shut your dirty mouth, you hooker. Hookers get paid. Yeah, by Skrillex. –that's enough. I am the only one at my table; I am the only one on my team I been inside the box for so long, that if you let me out, I might scream I am the only crayon in the whole damn box I'm the only sand on my beach and I don't preach what I practice; But I practice what I preach Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh hey Do you have a problem? Is it with me? Should I pray the Lord your soul to keep? Should I call the reaper? Or the state police? Is it martyrdom or suidice if they write a press release? SKRILLEX You looked like a deer in the headlights. SUPACREE Oh yeah? well, you looked like a bat on a windshield I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you can get that hat off her head. Are you serious? 15Gs if you can get it to touch the ground. SUPACREE we're playing a game i made up TIM We're playing a game *I* made up. SUPACREE I am you. TIM Now you've got it. I don't know what just happened— Okay— But this lady just saw down straight into my soul, where a ghost lives. You're a ghost? My soul's haunted!!! That is deep bro. …And he's got music. —So he's almost always gonna be alright And she's got—music; So she's almost-always gonna be alright. You can go ahead. It *is* funny. I don't like it. It's already hilarious. Where are we? Where *is* this? And you will *never* find me. We found you. Eyes on God. Oh My— WHAT. I'm *sorry* mom. Why are you looking at *ME*. ‘Cause I'm SORRY. Don't look at *ME* sorry. Wait. How many people can I be at once? All of them. No. Yes. Watch: [Watching.] …Watching… [Watching—gets knocked out.] Now. Now, you caught me in a bad spot; I'm getting off in dark spaces Come, come along now. Way beside, but along on my own, now. Tie your love down/ Tie your love down; Oh, Now all the way out of the way This is innosense, in a sense Go down to the shore, For the fun of it; Come now, you got to Tie down Tie down Tie down Dive down wide-eyed, Humbled with pride— While you're siding, Colliding with Idols, Confiding in no one, and residing nowhere— Nowhere to go, If they don't care ‘Who are you?' Now I'm getting caught in dark spaces; I'm getting off in a bad spot; Come, along now. Along, but way beside all on my own now In a sense, this is innocence Down, Tie Your love— Down Down, Tie your love, down All the way out of the way, Now— Oh! In a sense, this is innocence. I've got summer on my mind. ‘I take no part in the festival; if you look to kill me, I only ask that you do it quickly. ‘ What movie is this? This is ‘The Insomniac”. Oh, Okay well—what happens in it? CREE? SUPACREE. What are you DOING here? This is how I wrote The Legend of SUPACREE. I thought this was “The Insomniac”? This is how I wrote this, too. Wrote what? Just— Just. Keep. Writing. —And it doesn't stop for nothing. It really doesn't; it doesn't stop for anything. What is this. Audio. It's DJ Shit. ___ Bitch, what is your deal? I don't have one. Yes you DO. My soulmate made a deal with the devil;He sold the soul we share for success, wealth, and fame—but did not include love in the fine print. Watch this. What is this. It's a test. It's all a test. _ Open the map. I'm not gonna do that. I'm not playing. Are you insane? By standard definition? By any definition. I mean— [Some Mild Insanity.] I could be. INSOMNIAC. Who would do this. Who wrote this? Who's paying for this? Now that the stones that I Carried for The Luminaries had grown heavy, I could not carry them all at once, and at the same time was also in the process of getting smaller; So small that it would become difficult to carry one or more of the stones in my bosoms. Wow. Control your self. Wish I could. For some reason the whole world smelled like sex; There was nothing but bodies in the ripe perfection of the perfect paradisiacal air; Sunlight reflecting off of each and every thing thing that was under it..The days were long, and the nights were almost a blur, but I was less concerned with any one person or circumstance beyond my own well being for more than a fraction of the moment. But because I let it become funnier, all the while behaving as an omnipotent observer, it was unfolding quite beautifully, and very theatrically; I couldn't help but keep track of the movement around me, and how it related to my innermost reflections in this existence, seemingly everlasting. ‘--Now he's gonna cut the head off this bird, I guess.' Owh. This is beyond out of control. Unacceptable. The game hasn't started; the map isn't even open yet; Why are the refs making calls? You are OUT of BOUNDS. I'M NOT PLAYING. This is so far off the map. There's a secret passageway. They LEAKED. The MAP. All of a sudden, nothing bothered me. I was my own worst enemy, but now it seemed that I was magically washing away in my fears. Not far from freedom, I wasn't gone from the idea of what Love was, but was drawn towards a darker, more solitary cause. What is this story. I guess this is The Legend of Supacree. I'M NOT CURSED. I'm not SUPACREE. Fair. Fair. [Heavy Skrillexian Accent] FIAR!!! You're are Fired. I'm a- what? So I pulled these cards. Oh, woah, now. Drop this, here. I can't; Wow. Wow. Wow. Wooo00000wwwoooooowwwwwwWW. Do you know who you ARE? Do *you* know who I am? Oh, My God! I feel like that's an important factor. What the fuck is this show? go for the gold! I told you, the whole damn cast of; Sons of Anarchy; what on god. This all happened. *ecstatic* Ohhh Noooooo. [TIS + LEGEND OF SUPACREE + GERALD'S WORLD = ENTER THE MULTIVERSE / LEGENDS] key: live that long maybe it's not my place Maybe it's not my place to say, maybe It's not my place Maybe it's not my place, to say I'll just say grace, and clear my plate My patience [is] —- What the fuck. lol You know what? I like cake, you bitch!! Then eat some cake, you— [a death glare] —Overly-agressive person! I guess I'm just Suspiciously Capricious Kinda skittish when I'm in my kitchen scripting this in Yiddish, washing dishes in my menacingly hideous unmentionables spitting shit I didn't get to send to— …anybody interesting. #skrillex 3 Weeks Earlier… And of course, the first night I thought it either safe or warm enough to sleep entirely in the nude, the man next door somehow found it necessary to burst into my apartment, to which my lackluster and almost non-existent response became more alerting to me than the incident itself; I realized at that point, the amount of trauma I had sustained had created a nearly unexcitable individual, as I pondered the kind of reaction any ‘normal' woman might have had to that, something which may have seemed terribly frightening once upon a time, but was now, as anything else, merely comical. I had just finished what I considered to be the conclusion of ‘Season 3' of my Podcast series, still gaining an incomprehensible cult following, to which I questioned in curiosity, but none-the-less kept present, however awaiting karmic response, or some external universal backlash, as the season, which I posted all-at-once in an effort to regain some of my consciousness, as it seemed to have been ripped away in pieces– no longer belonging to myself, but a ghost that could neither decide whether it wanted to haunt or befriend me. In the early dawn, finally able to rest, I slipped into that of another vivid and astral projection of lucid dreaming–however, becoming increasingly sensitive to the notion of love, I chose not to record its happenings, only allowing the fondest of any memory I had kept from the dream sequence, a relief; as the connection I had received was both joyfully unexpected, and greatly needed. With only pending payments still pending for weeks and mere days left in the dwelling I inhabited, and almost nothing left–pennies, actually, by the American standard of conversion, I kept myself from weeping and only could depend on yet another intervention of Divinity to again rescue me, again–from this, a city which may have excited me in safety, but that I had grown to dislike increasingly, only having come with hopes of releasing The Festival Project internationally, however– with this rendition of The Electric Daisy approaching quickly within the week, my sanity became wavering under the notion that EDD had any humanity, as they had seemingly used me as some sort of experimentation, dangling the money I so desperately needed like a carrot in front of me–randomly allowing payments in my greatest moments of desperation and disparity. This disparity, however, would leave me stranded in a hostile 3rd world country. The Legend of SUPACREE I'm functioning at low capacity, I haven't eaten When I sleep, I hardly dream Or remember where I've been in Astral projections; This circle of protection, A perfection of reflected projections Of the vision, Created in our image; Imagine, Making television— I had to write a film about it Now I just remembered, I have albums, the advantage I want him, but can't have him Above average handsome man// All I am is an obsessive fan without a family Have a plan, But nothing left to stand for I'm just buried in the sand, And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand Damn I'm so damaged Damn A dine and dash sounds nice, I can't— I'm showing tracks I feel like trash, But haven't half the magic left I had inside my hands Damn After all that I just feel fat Maybe a can of cannellini beans, In place of meat Maybe a salad in a bag Can I afford that? Yeah, but then it's back to Jimmy Fallon Damn Damn My karma came back fast I left the man with Jimmy Fallon, I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of Pretzels that I smashed Inside the can of rancheros, That fell out as I ran A random act Of patriotism, Dressed up in a sinful Leather dress, And a dad hat The House Nigga caught me red handed: I told him I was hungry, then just left it [red light camera] Man. I just saw the flash Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back But I'd have to move my mask, And haven't been vaccinated; So I can't… Pass, Beyond the border or internationals At that, I text my fake ass friends a snap Of half of someone's head, He's sitting in first class, And can probably afford to check a bag, But all I have is my back pack And I'm certain under a black mask Is the man who backmasked tracks, And blasted from the past With ashes grey to match His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks He bounces back, And asks a fan to— “Gimmie your hat” And just like magic, she passes it. Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah? Who's actual class is this? Pasqualle's a proud headmaster, And a Bampheramph, The Captain dances in his honor I put on my cap and gown, But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate, I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under, Or something; I had to lose my temper Followed one and then another, And I wonder what was up When it was over I'm just a lover; But I never found The One, Now I'm not gonna I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with Got computer, complete with Ableton Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening And listening And singing, writing, dancing; I was born inside the box, And I still haven't started living Change my name to Sunnï Daisy Raiin, I go insane in pain Just sorting me through all these possibilities inside my brain Yes, I guess I've changed LA made me everything I hate about myself And so I'm changing I don't want anything I need Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed, I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police, Until I find the peace the city needs So I can sleep in it— And I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love; Including me— I can't be S U P A C R E E, She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something Who should be mixing, But she's busy writing this. What is it? It's...A Saga. A Saga of What. Just—a saga. Oh, My God. No, I'm not— This is a lot. Look I promised. Promised what. This fucking Saga. Saga for What?! Everybody else is drunk and on drugs; I'm keeping the records of history that's lost. [meanwhile, lost in the sauce] LLLAAAALLAAKANSJSKahajajaaqwqwwewwAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Oh. I see. It's a lot. Ah. Carry on. Lost your shine? Lost my Skrillex! You miss it? Do I Miss—? … You know what? What. Fuck you, dude. ...no can do. [later] Are we relaxed? What is this? I need it. You fucked up. This isn't right. No, it isn't. — BLACKOUT. What happened here? Are we rolling? Cut to commercial. — Are you serious? I'm so serious!!! She's so serious. CUT TO: Grocery Store, Day [over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!! What is she DOING? What are you doing? I'm doing me, bitch. And she's dancing like she never has before. —cut to rave— ***WUBZ*** Who is this? I'm on my own tonight. Is she drinking?!? THATS NOT FAIR! Oh, Sweet Jesus! —regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time. Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair. THIS ISN'T SKRILLEX. Sweet Baby Jesus. Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES. Regular Jesus: Oh, you're saved. Nice. [Passes baby Jesus to Sweet Jesus, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.] Send the Messiah. Wait, which one? Yeah, whose Messiah? CUT BACK TO: ‘the rave' ...Who's baby is this? Woah, cool baby. I respect that. [The third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.] Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled? MAYBE: CUT TO: A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.] Cut back to: No, his vibe. Is he sparkling? It's his aura. Oh. Pfft. Lol. Okay. —- First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. .. Oh, my God… I am alarmed. She's so stupid… Actually, just ugly—! Eyyy. Woahhh! But now I'm— You're a fan. Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally. OKAY. Ew, gross. Just kill me. [without hesitation] HANZEL No—Ze Rulez. [Lowers Rave Weapon] __ I'm highly allergic— —Don't need Skrillex. Brought my own! — [stabs self] What is that? Oh shit, it's the EPI(c)PEN OH SHIT. Nice. It also writes. After the stab? Usually after, yes. You, have to. Oh, yeah, huh? No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write. — Anyway—what were you trying to write? ...fuck, I forgot. Good job, Sonny. ___ Take me back! You wanted this. I wanted NOTHING. You got there! Agh!! Then when you did, you wanted to leave. There's no music. It's literally NOTHING. Except Jimmy Fallon. WHAT?! Since when?! What? Since literally ever. What?! No way. Let me see. Let me see. Oh my—WOAH. Let me see. Nothing is something! Unh-uh bro! What the— IT IS JIMMY FALLON. There will be Hell to pay!!!! Hell?! To pay?! Hah, yeah, right— You expect Satan to pay, dad—? He doesn't have any money—he just keeps making shit up and then making people give it to him for nothing. ...for nothing…? Yeah, literally nothing. The people that worship him go there instead of here or hell when they die. That's terrible. Yeah, and then when he gets it he keeps spending it on useless shit. He is a useless shit. He's nothing. I have to h/save my kid. // Alternately: I have to shave my kid! Lol. Okay, then. — It is terrible. Explain Jimmy— (((Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy…))) Raven Simone—*ahem* ((Incase Raven summons Raven Symons)) —-AHEM RAVEN SYMONE)) Don't forget the— RAVEN SYMONÉ. Which Jimmy—dead Jimmy or live Jimmy? Like, Jimmy Fally? Jimmy Fallon Live, Jimmy. Is this why—- JIMMY FALLON shhhhh shhhh—-!!!! they poured the pennies? Ah yeah, the last dollar… Westwood trees have good memories… What?? She can see dead people?! SO—Maybe—-maybe she can see Ricky!!!! WESTWOOOD, CALIFORNIA, 199? PASQUALE ROTELLA is a dashing young man; he and his friends are gathered, en route to a secret location. Pasquale, please— Come on, Ricky—can you tell me where we're going with these Daisies strapped to our knees????? —- There's that. Doompy Poomp Doompy* Poomp again I don't know what it's doing . ...He just does whatever he wants…

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: THE MOVIE - PART I // THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE LEGENDS: ORIGINS Apparently, There's a movie between Season 3, and Season 4. Of which show? All of them. ALL OF THEM? That's a lot. That is a lot. Does she know she's being recorded? She doesn't know she's being recorded. Oh, My God. ANANDAR THE GREAT. who's this now? --that's my sponsor --that's my manager --that's my... Oh. "Oh." ...Oh. Ah! She's a witch! Yo--She's a fairy! WHAT'S THIS MAGIC? ...kk. damn. i'm a dick. she's such a diva. what an asshole. I guess it's a series of important encoded messages, or something. 4 fucking hours?! I'm not listening to this. We're listening to this. I shouldn't post this. Don't post this. Damn. I'm a dick. A fucking narcisist. What an asshole! What a dick. A fucking sociopath. "My body doesn't know what it needs." "My body knows exactly what it needs." Here, take this. You can't just-- [does.] SUPACREE is a dick. She's a dick. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] Whatever. Something out there asked for this. What about your superstardom? What about it? Give me that. Ugh. What is this? *coughs* WHAt THE-- doctor sebi maps.me dissappear. -blu. Fall//Fly (never) capo 1 Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so… Lost in my mind, in time Oh I've never been so high in my life Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I've never been so out of touch Oh I'll never forget to call again Oh I've never been so Out of touch If i could love you a life time And I probably might, I find I'd give you all my light (or none ) We'll find, in time Which one Oh I've never seen such love in my world Oh, I've never seen such love in my world oh, I've never seen such love in my world Oh, i'll never forget to fall again, Oh, I've never seen such love in my world …Oh, I've never been so high in my life Oh, i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to call again— Oh, i've never been so high in my life Oh I''ve never been so high in my life Oh i”ve never been so high in my life Oh, I'll never forget to fall… ___ 4427 43 2900 5671 12/3 369 The question wasn't whether I wanted to stay, or go; in fact, I wanted to go, and to stay—but underlying and now, overlying, was the wonder of in what way I would spend my birthday. Did it matter? I wanted it not to, and yet, here I was, caught in the wash, and the album or book, or episode– whatever it was, that was coming about from it was meant to be called “Three Nights In San Cristobal” , but something was pressing me to get out, now that I had the certainty and assertion of what I was; Then It just stops. OH MY GO- RUSKO aka “Christopher Mercer” is standing trial for the involuntary manslaughter of his roommate; He becomes famous in a nearby parallel for being the the first human known to have committed murder by way of sound frequency— FUCK. —little does anyone know… SUPACREE headlines an entire festival during a blackout. Was it bad? yeah. did they throw trash at me? Only a little. aww. SUPACREE is a Superstar DJ. Oh great, yeah. She is possibly the best— THE BEST &, also/a- SHH. “Bread's Dead” LIVE KETO SET. What is this. just buy tickets. What is it? I'll buy them. PAUSE. AND THEN WHAT? MILEY CAME IN ON A WRECKINGBALL. You mean, “like” a wrecking ball”? NO. I mean, YES, she was ON a wrecking ball, so– “like' but, WAS. WHAT. BROAH. DID SHE COME OFF? sortof. WAHHHHHHHHHHHH. WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON? NONE. hey, look watch. RELEASE THE KRAKEN. YOOOOOOOOOOOOO. got a new guitar; got another gig got a new guitar, got another gig got a new guitar got another gig —got another gig —got another gig. Well, now that I'm famous, it makes everybody seem more human. The good ones, the bad ones– Except for women. Women are monsters. I hate them. You are them. I was them. NO, I wasn't. Was I wrong for loving you? (It's too human) I didn't want to do this— (It's so stupid) True, I'll use it, too “i'll use him” “Cool” I'm just a tool, to you, then. Then, there was Justin Roiland, the unsung hero of them all–mostly because he wasn't ‘sung' at all, but mostly spoken–the amount of comfort his voice had always provided was, in the very least, heroic–if I understood the context of Poetic Justice at all, that's probably what it was. But even he, in my mind, being all of consciousness at once, now, more often than not, had collided with the thoughts of fame and wealth, and what exactly it does; I paused hard upon reflecting on the ‘retarded' amounts of laugher that seemed to be unstoppable, as I formed the then-very-loose-plot of my own projects, or rather, the conglomerate of them all, which would eventually become The Festival Project Perhaps, I thought, all that it really was is that I had been watching the final outcome of a ride I was also on, for all of them–however, as much as I wanted, I couldn't seem to forge the great gifts of The Prodigal Sonny, and as it turned out, I wanted either all of it or none. Now that I was properly out of carbohydrates, I could focus on being somewhat hot, at least until someone with an actual body walked by or just happened along; I had somewhere along the way decided that women with perfect bodies were in fact not Gods, or rather Goddesses, but Satan in his truest form– as often and awkwardly from afar, I often watched as men would become useless and lost followers in their company, typically unarmed with more than looks– But, I knew at this point that the men I had so affectionately fawned after had climbed the social and even political ranks so much so that, The Actresses, The Models, The Musicians and otherwise multi talented women of the world– A world to which I may have once belonged, had my mother not destroyed my body– my upbringing clipping me with a 25-year-long inability to produce positive thoughts concerning The Self. Now that I had properly shifted my self-hatred into Skrillex, which didn't exist as a man, but a business, I could unravel the rest of the infinite that was somehow expanding as quickly as it was collapsing. Considering Luis was now seemingly preoccupied with the ugly punk rock girl, and now that I would be properly sealed-off from whatever truck stop… Stop scratching. You look awful. It's just because i'm black and I need my hair done. Just cut it off! Fuck that nonsense. Why not? Same reason I put clothes on: It covers up the ugly. God Loves Ugly. Oh yeah? Well maybe UGLY just loves GOD cause nobody wants it so there's no one left to talk to BUT him. “Him” ? Or not.. Whatever. It's beyond the human concept what The God Consciousness is. *coughs* whatever she wants. Or IT. Check it out. Another fucking demon. ‘The Demon Whisperer' Demons don't whisper, they cough. (Or pretend to cum.) Who does that? Pornstars. Models. Whatever these are. –truck stop travelers would pass through rampantly, leaving nothing but the trash of processed junk and coughing obnoxiously, rather than having to hang above it all in a hammock, only ever wishing for Skrillex so that I could fight the mosquitoes off. I just wanted a home, and, though I was only joking about the mangoes, it seemed my faith was at least partially restored, as the room I had decided was the closest thing… Suddenly, the ability to write, at least, as I had been–in this form, was vanishing; Of course, having to scrambble to some effect to make sure that I wasn't listening to Dillon Francis– Why, exactly, is that? Why is what? Why is Dillon Francis on The Blacklist? Because. Dillon Francis Made Me Laugh AND DEN?! Dillon Francis Made Me Cry. Oh noooo. Oh I love her. This plot is so racist. So is Hollywood. IN THIS DIMENSION: The Chinese Woman from Freaky Friday, and The Chinese Woman from Dude Where's My Car are actually the same woman–she just has two jobs. HAVE–THREE JOB. Oh, three jobs. That's a lot, Mrs. Wong! (Racist name, by the way) —and, she's gone. No, i”m not. Get me off this planet. LIQUID STRANGER If you want. Enter: The Psychonauts His music had inspired the entire plot of Ascension… I could be gone from it, but not forgotten or lost; at some point it seemed as though everything I had written hadn't even belonged to me… Well, it was almost a thought process, in narrative form. Then what happens? This. This is the festival project. Why'd you get up? I felt I was being watched. Well, you're not. (But I was) hy·per·son·ic /ˌhīpərˈsänik/ Learn to pronounce adjective 1.relating to speeds of more than five times the speed of sound (Mach 5). 2.relating to sound frequencies above about a thousand million hertz. Now that I had nearly drifted off into an experience that was more in my body than out… She's–immune to ACID? In– SUPACREE throws DILLON FRANCIS out the window. Wait, what window. It–doesn't matter. DILLON FRANCIS [falling] YES IT DOES No, it doesn't. ((yes it does)) Oh–it does? [Everyone nods, especially DILLON FRANCIS, who seems to momentarily stop falling as if he's forgotten he ever was.] [Dillon Francis Nods] Well then… [He is suspended in mid air] Really high up. Oh My God. [He hits the ground, hard. Surprisingly, he does not splatter–and luckily, appears to have already been unconscious. In the darkness, upon impact.] RUN. Just then, I remembered who Ever was– who never was; The daughter I had thought up and then forgotten under everything i had become; The mumbling, stumbling drunken father I loved, only reminded me of the… And…it's gone. What! We can't add south park! That's too many plots! Well, you're practically Butters. I am– [BUTTERS] Mantequilla!!!!! MORE TEQUILA. Sacred Science: Ancient Egyptian “It Doesn't Matter” CC's new friend falls into an infinite loop, where SUPACREE flees for her life from superstardom and fame; He (Inwardly, also SUPACREE—) and his friend “Kiwi” relay a series of messages through several various futuristic intergalactic languages and advanced codes, which CC, operating newly as “Blū” and DJ Ū in her full creative persona, has learned to decode through music programming hypnosis, and ha developed a keen expertise in the studies of synaesthetics, and telekinesis. Oh. This is next level. It's multiple levels. Okay, heavy duty. I'll roll one. Oh. [Three overly attractive idealistic males enter The Vortex] Jesus Christ, Almighty. Oh. I told you, sit here. This is good. I needed that. — ‘I needed that.' Nothing happens without purpose or reason. What is “purpose”? What is “reason”? Oh, What's this *Daddy* Alright, I should get on with my day. No, stay seated. That's not fair. NO, watch it— Wait for it; Just wait. He—spoke BIRD. He was huge. Gigantic. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Don't be tall. I wasn't gonna! Oh, no, no, no. Everything was rock hard bodies and chest hair; The matted dreads of the friend beside me added adverse texture to the clean cut and very well-to-do-looking gentlemen who had against my will-to-wish, decidedly planted themselves parallel and just out of my line of sight, by peripheral—just so that to study them I had to sneak to peek at each of them, as within moments of spotting them all at once, as always, I could tell that each of them—with great respect, in their… “PALM/CC* MAAAAAAAAN— We waste time on SOOO much buuulllllshiiiiit! Oh, I get it. This is illuminati. You got it. —in their own unique sense and in the proper respective realms—they each had something to give, and to receive, to The Goddess, most recently hidden and writhing in sexless pain– Oh, My God. What's this around his neck. I don't know. Let's see here. Is it obsidian? HE SPEAKS BIRD. GO FOLLOW HIM. I just gushed. Don't be gross. Oh no, don't open your mouth. [The man begins to speak; he is oversexily foreign.] Oh My GOD. This dragon is going to destroy something! She's going to destroy EVERYTHING. That's what she does best! I had arguably never been so horny in my life, and nothing but the damage was being done, to my psyche and my subconscious ability to self destruct when super imposed upon. @terrazadelarquitecto She was wild, and wanted to know all there was to know to become and unleash the sprawling Goddess that had begun to take her Maiden form in the wash that was coming up into the shaken and awoke knowledge that was— they were all so perfect, Sacred Science: The king of pharaonic theocracy R.A.Schwaller De Lubicz There he is. Hey, there, sailor. What the fuck is THIS. How. Why be that large? Has it's benefits. Christ Almighty. Is that the one you want? Is it, then? Realizing I was being programmed to buy another something, I stopped myself from the influence of all that was around me, a playful gesture to indulge, by kindly rejecting the notion, in a push to finally move about my day; I was again becoming The Insomniac, or, whether or not I had known it all along, I always had been—which meant, in the suffering of losing my knack for writing anything and everything at any given time. I am a sitting duck. [Dillon Francis emerges from the water, gasping for every bit of breath.] Don't look at that. Mooh, my God. It's in color. Why is that—? Now What was *then*? Answer this question, No , Answer this Question: Okay. lol. _ here's this: What's this crappy place? Harsh. No, i'm serious. This is horrible. Okay, ouch. I mean it, this is bad. Where is this? Uh- Why are we here? This..is the bottom of my heart. This is gross. dang. Wait. so you're saying Yeah, get this They literally went—“within” Uhuh. To the bottom of his heart, literally— Yes, the inward infinite; The literal material externalization– The literal—yes. And she's like: “Ew” “Ew.” …Ew. [SECRET LIFE OF SUNNI BLU] I love the illuminati. Why would you say something like that? Look at this: What are those. They're not Crocs! Are they diamond encrusted? Indeed they are. Is that gold. Solid Gold, and Platinum; They're not plated. How would you even walk in those. I would not— Because you can't. I could, cause I'm man-strong — I just would not; Because it's ridiculous? Don't use that word around me. It is ridiculous! No, it's a synonym of ridiculous, because ridiculous doesn't exist—Anyway. Someone should put you to sleep. I've Michael Jackson'd Myself three times since I got famous—and you know what I got? It wasn't sleep! That's Off subject. Nothing's ‘on' subject. It's really *not* I love dudes in weird pants. Period. Still on the outside; Dead on the inside Inside out and On my head, Alone, my mind, along— But on my own ride A tribe of gypsies, With me, (or without me) Living out loudly, and badly But I was quite poorly, Or worried, but good on the core Wonder what's it all worth , with no surf and no certainties; copy + paste. ep -En Ūtero [Extended] 6:18 -hopskoch. -takitoo. 6:01 -43. -and then what? -Ū C'ESME'T Why are you walking me to my wild side? PETRUTHEIO Because it's my wild side. [beat] PETRUTHEIO (CONT'D) –What if I gave you all my love? C'ESME'T Why would I want that much love? PETRUTHEIO What if it wasn't that much? C'ESME'T Then why would I want it at all? He likes these games, ain't no heartbreak Raise the stakes No harm, no foul; It's an eye for an eye, and and ear for an ear, here She said “I live a fast life” He said, “I drive a fast car” but it wouldn't go far, no It wouldn't go far at all, now! I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just live out my life, I forget i'm an idol, I decided my mind is a diamond I'm higher than high now, Hey now, The Lord of the Flies Now I might need to file another reliable lie There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. I sometimes forget i'm famous enough to just Live it out, loud But I don't want to go, now! How about a round of applause— cause I like the sound of it Got a Dalmatian on the Greyhound What now? I'm finally proud of my Finally proud of my No, I'm just finally proud of me; Figure out how to be found There's another way to settle down, now Call it automatic, press repeat and need to eat But need to breathe again Can't keep secrets from the reaper, Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply Everything you need is simply green. Black background, green Plus sign (insomniac sweater) rarity. (purple) -Ū. mirissa g.pool “fucking mosquitoes.” I told you, you need Skrillex. And I told YOU to shut your dirty mouth, you hooker. Hookers get paid. Yeah, by Skrillex. –that's enough. I am the only one at my table; I am the only one on my team I been inside the box for so long, that if you let me out, I might scream I am the only crayon in the whole damn box I'm the only sand on my beach and I don't preach what I practice; But I practice what I preach Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh hey Do you have a problem? Is it with me? Should I pray the Lord your soul to keep? Should I call the reaper? Or the state police? Is it martyrdom or suidice if they write a press release? SKRILLEX You looked like a deer in the headlights. SUPACREE Oh yeah? well, you looked like a bat on a windshield I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you can get that hat off her head. Are you serious? 15Gs if you can get it to touch the ground. SUPACREE we're playing a game i made up TIM We're playing a game *I* made up. SUPACREE I am you. TIM Now you've got it. I don't know what just happened— Okay— But this lady just saw down straight into my soul, where a ghost lives. You're a ghost? My soul's haunted!!! That is deep bro. …And he's got music. —So he's almost always gonna be alright And she's got—music; So she's almost-always gonna be alright. You can go ahead. It *is* funny. I don't like it. It's already hilarious. Where are we? Where *is* this? And you will *never* find me. We found you. Eyes on God. Oh My— WHAT. I'm *sorry* mom. Why are you looking at *ME*. ‘Cause I'm SORRY. Don't look at *ME* sorry. Wait. How many people can I be at once? All of them. No. Yes. Watch: [Watching.] …Watching… [Watching—gets knocked out.] Now. Now, you caught me in a bad spot; I'm getting off in dark spaces Come, come along now. Way beside, but along on my own, now. Tie your love down/ Tie your love down; Oh, Now all the way out of the way This is innosense, in a sense Go down to the shore, For the fun of it; Come now, you got to Tie down Tie down Tie down Dive down wide-eyed, Humbled with pride— While you're siding, Colliding with Idols, Confiding in no one, and residing nowhere— Nowhere to go, If they don't care ‘Who are you?' Now I'm getting caught in dark spaces; I'm getting off in a bad spot; Come, along now. Along, but way beside all on my own now In a sense, this is innocence Down, Tie Your love— Down Down, Tie your love, down All the way out of the way, Now— Oh! In a sense, this is innocence. I've got summer on my mind. ‘I take no part in the festival; if you look to kill me, I only ask that you do it quickly. ‘ What movie is this? This is ‘The Insomniac”. Oh, Okay well—what happens in it? CREE? SUPACREE. What are you DOING here? This is how I wrote The Legend of SUPACREE. I thought this was “The Insomniac”? This is how I wrote this, too. Wrote what? Just— Just. Keep. Writing. —And it doesn't stop for nothing. It really doesn't; it doesn't stop for anything. What is this. Audio. It's DJ Shit. ___ Bitch, what is your deal? I don't have one. Yes you DO. My soulmate made a deal with the devil;He sold the soul we share for success, wealth, and fame—but did not include love in the fine print. Watch this. What is this. It's a test. It's all a test. _ Open the map. I'm not gonna do that. I'm not playing. Are you insane? By standard definition? By any definition. I mean— [Some Mild Insanity.] I could be. INSOMNIAC. Who would do this. Who wrote this? Who's paying for this? Now that the stones that I Carried for The Luminaries had grown heavy, I could not carry them all at once, and at the same time was also in the process of getting smaller; So small that it would become difficult to carry one or more of the stones in my bosoms. Wow. Control your self. Wish I could. For some reason the whole world smelled like sex; There was nothing but bodies in the ripe perfection of the perfect paradisiacal air; Sunlight reflecting off of each and every thing thing that was under it..The days were long, and the nights were almost a blur, but I was less concerned with any one person or circumstance beyond my own well being for more than a fraction of the moment. But because I let it become funnier, all the while behaving as an omnipotent observer, it was unfolding quite beautifully, and very theatrically; I couldn't help but keep track of the movement around me, and how it related to my innermost reflections in this existence, seemingly everlasting. ‘--Now he's gonna cut the head off this bird, I guess.' Owh. This is beyond out of control. Unacceptable. The game hasn't started; the map isn't even open yet; Why are the refs making calls? You are OUT of BOUNDS. I'M NOT PLAYING. This is so far off the map. There's a secret passageway. They LEAKED. The MAP. All of a sudden, nothing bothered me. I was my own worst enemy, but now it seemed that I was magically washing away in my fears. Not far from freedom, I wasn't gone from the idea of what Love was, but was drawn towards a darker, more solitary cause. What is this story. I guess this is The Legend of Supacree. I'M NOT CURSED. I'm not SUPACREE. Fair. Fair. [Heavy Skrillexian Accent] FIAR!!! You're are Fired. I'm a- what? So I pulled these cards. Oh, woah, now. Drop this, here. I can't; Wow. Wow. Wow. Wooo00000wwwoooooowwwwwwWW. Do you know who you ARE? Do *you* know who I am? Oh, My God! I feel like that's an important factor. What the fuck is this show? go for the gold! I told you, the whole damn cast of; Sons of Anarchy; what on god. This all happened. *ecstatic* Ohhh Noooooo. [TIS + LEGEND OF SUPACREE + GERALD'S WORLD = ENTER THE MULTIVERSE / LEGENDS] key: live that long maybe it's not my place Maybe it's not my place to say, maybe It's not my place Maybe it's not my place, to say I'll just say grace, and clear my plate My patience [is] —- What the fuck. lol You know what? I like cake, you bitch!! Then eat some cake, you— [a death glare] —Overly-agressive person! I guess I'm just Suspiciously Capricious Kinda skittish when I'm in my kitchen scripting this in Yiddish, washing dishes in my menacingly hideous unmentionables spitting shit I didn't get to send to— …anybody interesting. #skrillex 3 Weeks Earlier… And of course, the first night I thought it either safe or warm enough to sleep entirely in the nude, the man next door somehow found it necessary to burst into my apartment, to which my lackluster and almost non-existent response became more alerting to me than the incident itself; I realized at that point, the amount of trauma I had sustained had created a nearly unexcitable individual, as I pondered the kind of reaction any ‘normal' woman might have had to that, something which may have seemed terribly frightening once upon a time, but was now, as anything else, merely comical. I had just finished what I considered to be the conclusion of ‘Season 3' of my Podcast series, still gaining an incomprehensible cult following, to which I questioned in curiosity, but none-the-less kept present, however awaiting karmic response, or some external universal backlash, as the season, which I posted all-at-once in an effort to regain some of my consciousness, as it seemed to have been ripped away in pieces– no longer belonging to myself, but a ghost that could neither decide whether it wanted to haunt or befriend me. In the early dawn, finally able to rest, I slipped into that of another vivid and astral projection of lucid dreaming–however, becoming increasingly sensitive to the notion of love, I chose not to record its happenings, only allowing the fondest of any memory I had kept from the dream sequence, a relief; as the connection I had received was both joyfully unexpected, and greatly needed. With only pending payments still pending for weeks and mere days left in the dwelling I inhabited, and almost nothing left–pennies, actually, by the American standard of conversion, I kept myself from weeping and only could depend on yet another intervention of Divinity to again rescue me, again–from this, a city which may have excited me in safety, but that I had grown to dislike increasingly, only having come with hopes of releasing The Festival Project internationally, however– with this rendition of The Electric Daisy approaching quickly within the week, my sanity became wavering under the notion that EDD had any humanity, as they had seemingly used me as some sort of experimentation, dangling the money I so desperately needed like a carrot in front of me–randomly allowing payments in my greatest moments of desperation and disparity. This disparity, however, would leave me stranded in a hostile 3rd world country. The Legend of SUPACREE I'm functioning at low capacity, I haven't eaten When I sleep, I hardly dream Or remember where I've been in Astral projections; This circle of protection, A perfection of reflected projections Of the vision, Created in our image; Imagine, Making television— I had to write a film about it Now I just remembered, I have albums, the advantage I want him, but can't have him Above average handsome man// All I am is an obsessive fan without a family Have a plan, But nothing left to stand for I'm just buried in the sand, And asking if the seagull might just hold my hand Damn I'm so damaged Damn A dine and dash sounds nice, I can't— I'm showing tracks I feel like trash, But haven't half the magic left I had inside my hands Damn After all that I just feel fat Maybe a can of cannellini beans, In place of meat Maybe a salad in a bag Can I afford that? Yeah, but then it's back to Jimmy Fallon Damn Damn My karma came back fast I left the man with Jimmy Fallon, I'm not worth ⅓ the bag of Pretzels that I smashed Inside the can of rancheros, That fell out as I ran A random act Of patriotism, Dressed up in a sinful Leather dress, And a dad hat The House Nigga caught me red handed: I told him I was hungry, then just left it [red light camera] Man. I just saw the flash Ask Uncle Sam if I can have my land back But I'd have to move my mask, And haven't been vaccinated; So I can't… Pass, Beyond the border or internationals At that, I text my fake ass friends a snap Of half of someone's head, He's sitting in first class, And can probably afford to check a bag, But all I have is my back pack And I'm certain under a black mask Is the man who backmasked tracks, And blasted from the past With ashes grey to match His privileged rich pajama, with the slacks He bounces back, And asks a fan to— “Gimmie your hat” And just like magic, she passes it. Wait, I'm actually passing, yeah? Who's actual class is this? Pasqualle's a proud headmaster, And a Bampheramph, The Captain dances in his honor I put on my cap and gown, But can't go on, and can't believe I'm being honored Valedictorian Kandi Accomplished PLUR Police and Motherfucker OG Raver Graduate, I'm still glowing up from all the love I got when coming up from under, Or something; I had to lose my temper Followed one and then another, And I wonder what was up When it was over I'm just a lover; But I never found The One, Now I'm not gonna I'm too busy seeking out producers, to compete with Got computer, complete with Ableton Don't mind me, I'm just writing all this out instead of sorting through the Dillon and the Sonny or the anyone I've ever loved just listening And listening And singing, writing, dancing; I was born inside the box, And I still haven't started living Change my name to Sunnï Daisy Raiin, I go insane in pain Just sorting me through all these possibilities inside my brain Yes, I guess I've changed LA made me everything I hate about myself And so I'm changing I don't want anything I need Just take this apathy and envy, gluttony and greed, I guess I'll serve the PLUR Police, Until I find the peace the city needs So I can sleep in it— And I can finish writing my goodbye to everyone I love; Including me— I can't be S U P A C R E E, She's just a vigilante alien, a superpowered something Who should be mixing, But she's busy writing this. What is it? It's...A Saga. A Saga of What. Just—a saga. Oh, My God. No, I'm not— This is a lot. Look I promised. Promised what. This fucking Saga. Saga for What?! Everybody else is drunk and on drugs; I'm keeping the records of history that's lost. [meanwhile, lost in the sauce] LLLAAAALLAAKANSJSKahajajaaqwqwwewwAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Oh. I see. It's a lot. Ah. Carry on. Lost your shine? Lost my Skrillex! You miss it? Do I Miss—? … You know what? What. Fuck you, dude. ...no can do. [later] Are we relaxed? What is this? I need it. You fucked up. This isn't right. No, it isn't. — BLACKOUT. What happened here? Are we rolling? Cut to commercial. — Are you serious? I'm so serious!!! She's so serious. CUT TO: Grocery Store, Day [over the store radio] She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!! What is she DOING? What are you doing? I'm doing me, bitch. And she's dancing like she never has before. —cut to rave— ***WUBZ*** Who is this? I'm on my own tonight. Is she drinking?!? THATS NOT FAIR! Oh, Sweet Jesus! —regular Jesus: [to sweet Jesus] aha! It's you this time. Sweet Jesus: fuck, no fair. THIS ISN'T SKRILLEX. Sweet Baby Jesus. Sweet Jesus: (relieved) YES. Regular Jesus: Oh, you're saved. Nice. [Passes baby Jesus to Sweet Jesus, then footballing the infant into the outer realms, dusting his hands off and flexing.] Send the Messiah. Wait, which one? Yeah, whose Messiah? CUT BACK TO: ‘the rave' ...Who's baby is this? Woah, cool baby. I respect that. [The third raver simply lifts his diffraction glasses, astonished by the bedazzling baby Jesus's vibe.] Wait, Baby Jesus is bedazzled? MAYBE: CUT TO: A flash of the alternate dimension, where indeed baby Jesus is Bedazzled.] Cut back to: No, his vibe. Is he sparkling? It's his aura. Oh. Pfft. Lol. Okay. —- First of all, I've never had this many black friends before. .. Oh, my God… I am alarmed. She's so stupid… Actually, just ugly—! Eyyy. Woahhh! But now I'm— You're a fan. Hey—I ate a fan for breakfast—okay?! Literally. OKAY. Ew, gross. Just kill me. [without hesitation] HANZEL No—Ze Rulez. [Lowers Rave Weapon] __ I'm highly allergic— —Don't need Skrillex. Brought my own! — [stabs self] What is that? Oh shit, it's the EPI(c)PEN OH SHIT. Nice. It also writes. After the stab? Usually after, yes. You, have to. Oh, yeah, huh? No, you actually have to stab yourself first with it—or else it won't write. — Anyway—what were you trying to write? ...fuck, I forgot. Good job, Sonny. ___ Take me back! You wanted this. I wanted NOTHING. You got there! Agh!! Then when you did, you wanted to leave. There's no music. It's literally NOTHING. Except Jimmy Fallon. WHAT?! Since when?! What? Since literally ever. What?! No way. Let me see. Let me see. Oh my—WOAH. Let me see. Nothing is something! Unh-uh bro! What the— IT IS JIMMY FALLON. There will be Hell to pay!!!! Hell?! To pay?! Hah, yeah, right— You expect Satan to pay, dad—? He doesn't have any money—he just keeps making shit up and then making people give it to him for nothing. ...for nothing…? Yeah, literally nothing. The people that worship him go there instead of here or hell when they die. That's terrible. Yeah, and then when he gets it he keeps spending it on useless shit. He is a useless shit. He's nothing. I have to h/save my kid. // Alternately: I have to shave my kid! Lol. Okay, then. — It is terrible. Explain Jimmy— (((Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy…))) Raven Simone—*ahem* ((Incase Raven summons Raven Symons)) —-AHEM RAVEN SYMONE)) Don't forget the— RAVEN SYMONÉ. Which Jimmy—dead Jimmy or live Jimmy? Like, Jimmy Fally? Jimmy Fallon Live, Jimmy. Is this why—- JIMMY FALLON shhhhh shhhh—-!!!! they poured the pennies? Ah yeah, the last dollar… Westwood trees have good memories… What?? She can see dead people?! SO—Maybe—-maybe she can see Ricky!!!! WESTWOOOD, CALIFORNIA, 199? PASQUALE ROTELLA is a dashing young man; he and his friends are gathered, en route to a secret location. Pasquale, please— Come on, Ricky—can you tell me where we're going with these Daisies strapped to our knees????? —- There's that. Doompy Poomp Doompy* Poomp again I don't know what it's doing . ...He just does whatever he wants…

Stained glass, art, sculptures, and movies––many people have tried to interpret their version of Jesus, but is it really true? What picture have you painted of Him? Which Jesus do you follow? What does He believe, but most important––what do you believe about Him? Join us this Sunday for our new collection of talks, "The Real Jesus: Snapshots of Our Savior." Pastor Jason will take you on a journey to discovering the Jesus you may have never truly known.

Stained glass, art, sculptures, and movies––many people have tried to interpret their version of Jesus, but is it really true? What picture have you painted of Him? Which Jesus do you follow? What does He believe, but most important––what do you believe about Him? Join us this Sunday for our new collection of talks, "The Real Jesus: Snapshots of Our Savior." Pastor Jason will take you on a journey to discovering the Jesus you may have never truly known.

Matthew 21:1-14 - Life can throw some unexpected curveballs. Which Jesus are you looking for to show up when that happens? Matt 21: 1-14

Matthew 21:1-14 - Life can throw some unexpected curveballs. Which Jesus are you looking for to show up when that happens? Matt 21: 1-14

Stained glass, art, sculptures, and movies––many people have tried to interpret their version of Jesus, but is it really true? What picture have you painted of Him? Which Jesus do you follow? What does He believe, but most important––what do you believe about Him? Join us this Sunday for our new collection of talks, "The Real Jesus: Snapshots of Our Savior." Pastor Jason will take you on a journey to discovering the Jesus you may have never truly known.

Stained glass, art, sculptures, and movies––many people have tried to interpret their version of Jesus, but is it really true? What picture have you painted of Him? Which Jesus do you follow? What does He believe, but most important––what do you believe about Him? Join us this Sunday for our new collection of talks, "The Real Jesus: Snapshots of Our Savior." Pastor Jason will take you on a journey to discovering the Jesus you may have never truly known.

In this fourth and final teaching on the healing of Blind Bartimaeus, we take a look at the Jesus Bart chose to follow. There are a range of Pseudo-Jesus' peddled in American churches today that don't line up to the Jesus of the Gospels. Which Jesus do you follow?

In that hour Jesus rejoiced in spirit, and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so, Father; for so it seemed good in thy sight. All things are delivered to me of my Father: and no man knoweth who the Son is, but the Father; and who the Father is, but the Son, and he to whom the Son will reveal him. (Luke 10:21-22) 6 The Scriptures does not contradict Themselves. And there’s no Scripture in the Bible that contradicts Itself. I’ve asked for that for years and years. No Scripture, no statement that can contradict Itself, ’less it can be straightened with the rest of the Word of God to rightly put it together. Which Jesus thanked God for, that it was hid from the eyes of the wise and prudent and would be revealed to babes such as would learn. See? Now, we got to be humble in this. We’ve got to throw away our ideas about it; we’ve got to accept God’s plan of it. That’s the only way you’ll ever be able to get anywhere with God for salvation for soul or body. It’ll have to come through God’s provided plan. Now, if you’ve got a artesian well on this side of the mountain, spurting water by the millions of gallons a hour, and a crop on the other side burning up for water, now, you could stand and scream until you’re took your tonsils out, and would… and screaming, “Oh, great water, come over here and water my crop.” It won’t do it. No, sir. It’ll stay right there. But if you’ll work according to the laws of gravitation, and get this water to come around the mountain and water your crop, it’ll do it, if you’ll work according to the laws. 7 Now, there’s enough electricity in this room to light the room, if it was correctly, and like would be out in a big field where it’s dark. And we know that Franklin and so forth has proved that science, that electric’s in the air. Now, take a copper wire, and hold it up, drop it down, and you… The static, the electricity pick up, till it will almost light the earth, if it was a mile high in the air, would set the earth a fire. Now, you could stand out in that field and scream as loud as you wish to, “I’m lost. I’m lost. Great electric, come now and light the way up, that I can see how to get in out of this darkness.” It’ll never do it. But if you’ll work according to the laws of electricity, why, it’ll light the way up, so you could get out. But you have to work according to those laws. Now, God has a law too. And there’s healing and salvation in God’s ‘termination for you, if you’ll work according to His plans and His laws on such. So that’s the way we must plan the meeting, that’s the way; seven times around the world, I have been of all different races, kinds of people by the tens of thousands. I have seen great things that our Lord has did. But I always notice that it takes people that will humble themselves and lay aside their own thoughts of it, and just take God’s thought of it, and work according to His plan, which is faith in what He said. 61-0409 - "Sirs, We Would See Jesus" Rev. William Marrion Branham ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Order your own copy of the Family Altar at http://store.bibleway.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Appreciate what we do? Consider supporting us: https://anchor.fm/ten-thousand-worlds/support --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/ten-thousand-worlds/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ten-thousand-worlds/support

Some Greek manuscripts reveal that Barabbas, the criminal released instead of Jesus, was also named Jesus. These two Jesuses present two different pathways to freedom. Which Jesus do you follow? --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/jeremyberg/message

Which Jesus are you following? We live in a day when the Biblical Jesus is really under attack. Today, Pastor Bryan, shares how we can have confidence in the Word of God and keep ourselves from deception.

 In Matthew 27 we see Pilate offering a choice to the people - "Do you want Jesus Barabbas or Jesus the Messiah?" The people chose - elected - one Jesus over the other. Which Jesus will we choose?

Which Jesus do you follow? In this episode our host will raise a few eyebrows. Join us!

Questions Covered: 01:30 – What is the Catholic thought on the idea that Clement wrote the book of Hebrews? 05:23 – How do you deal with an “anti-Catholic” protestant pastor? My boyfriend goes to his church and is now feeling those “anti-Catholic” feelings? 12:35 – What was fulfilled by Christ from the old testament? 21:30 – Regarding the eucharist, can you connect the fulfillment of the “bread of presence” and fulfillment of Christ’s presence there or speak to that and how that connects to Passover? 28:15 – I have heard protestants say that the sabbath has been changed and has heard a Catholic say that as well, can you elaborate on this? 42:20 – Which Jesus (pre-resurrected/ post resurrected)  are we consuming when we have the Eucharist? What bible does Tim Staples suggest? 46:40 – Was homosexuality ever added to the bible? …

Which Jesus did you choose? To choose the Jesus of the Bible was to choose someone who would be in charge.

Which Jesus did you choose? To choose the Jesus of the Bible was to choose someone who would be in charge.

Discover why the Apostle John was called the Son of Thunder and how Jesus turned him into the Apostle of Love. Which Jesus can do for us as well.

"Which Jesus?" is a message taken from the Sunday morning service (04-05-2020) by Pastor Randy Emerson. For more information visit cloverdalechurch.ca.

Coronavirus - Most important? What about Seek the kingdom of God and His righteousness; "Wuhan" virus racist?; Flu virus - new strain; "Coronavirus" around since 1960s; "SARS" is one; Viruses use living beings to reproduce; Local case of coronavirus; Many have already had it; News media wrong conclusions; Incorrectly assembling facts - same with the bible; Which "Jesus" exists in your mind?; Politicizing coronavirus; More than half without symptoms; Skewed statistics; Pandemic vs Panic; Persecutions and inquisitions via misinterpretation of bible; Lies and deception also reproduce in others; Can immunity be passed like viruses?; Bodily reactions; Plumbers have done more vs diseases than doctors; Biblical pigs and parasites; "COVID-19" name? "SARS-COV-2"? Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome, COVID-style spreading; The Lemming Effect; Why buy toilet paper?; Slowing the spread?; Outliving doctors; Vaccine temporary immunity vs lifetime; Spanish flu research; Swine flu scare; Polio from vaccine - continues today; Doctors and vaccines aren't your salvation; What is?; Immunity prevents spreading; Petering out; Washing hands - thinking outside the box; CDC on Vaccines; God-given immune system; Sunlight exposure; Sugar; Jesus Christ disrupted; Immune system enhancing diet; Being there for your community; Illegitimate government in Oregon; Electing law-makers; Learning kingdom practices; Prejudicial Americans; Following Christ despite miracles; Hoarding = caring for self more than neighbor; Believing in false religion; Salvation not earned; Not doing evidences non-belief; Punishment vs reward; Teaching His Way offers others the alternative; Keto diet; Open-air treatment; Vanity masks truth; Modern Church leading away from Christ; Early Church provided ALL social welfare of community via charity; Addiction to power and sloth; American bondage worse than Egypt; Effects of learning false history in school; People thinking they know already; Hating hate-speech propagates hate; Learn to trust each other; Communicate; Share the message; Character of Christ = lay down life for others; "Conservatives" are socialists too; Knowing Christ's whole truth; Who provides your daily bread?

Did you know there were likely two “Jesuses” standing before Pontius Pilate? Today marks the second week in our Cross Connections series. In it, we will be examining various characters at the end of Christ’s life. This week, we look to a man named “Jesus, son of Abba” (Matt 27:16)— or as you may know him, “Barabbas.”Matthew intentionally highlights a confusing similarity between Christ and Barabbas in order to pose a question that matters to us: “Which ‘Jesus’ do you want (The Christ of Scripture, or the one who merely fits your preferences)?

Which Jesus by Chris Denham was recorded at Hope City Darmstadt on the 2nd of February 2020.

Which gospel is the right gospel? Which Jesus is the right Jesus? Believe in the one true Jesus revealed to us in God’s word.

Basics of the Gospel; Daily ministration of the saints; Global warming and the early Church; Schools as tools; Predictions of Ploybius and Plutarch; School without History; Idolatry; Pure Religion; Why were there so many sick near the temples?; Tax collectors; Today's gospel of a fake Christ; Tens, Hundreds and Thousands; What the Early Church did; Christian conflict; A sabbath story; Rampant socialism; Freewill offerings of agapa love; Which Jesus?; Corinthians already living Christ's way; Letter written to them, not you; Modern Church Pharisees; Repenting right now; Witchcraft; Depression and anti-depressants; What is the Kingdom of God and His righteousness?; Christ's network; You can't save yourself; Philio vs Agape; Difference between 1 Corinthians and 2 Corinthians; Paul moving aid from land to land; Blind man's parents; Another king, one Jesus; Prerequisite to being forgiven; How to find the kingdom; The still-small voice; Rebuking in love; Casting bread upon the waters; Did Christ have a school?; Assembling The Church; Eating the flesh of Christ; Or your neighbor?; Rightly dividing the bread; Ministration of death; How tyrants get and keep power; Beware feel-good charity; discussing "glory"; Does God change?; Seek guidance of the Holy Spirit; Many Romans saw honor in Christians; Who are the "brethren"?; The gospel is hidden to those who are lost.

In part 2 of his “Which Jesus?” series – Ps Chris challenges us to see that the revealed Jesus will also be more than sufficient for us even when there are still mysteries that have yet to be answered.

Intervention Jesus is definitely more Hollywood, but sleeping Jesus is far more powerful. Which Jesus are you chasing after? A message from Pastor Chris Denham on staying calm in the storms of life, preached live at Hope City Church in York (except for the first 60 seconds which are from Leeds).