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Today on Sense of Soul I have Aundrea Sides she is a Spiritual Catalyst, a Intuitive Architect and co-founder of Vitality Unleashed.She is a remarkable individual who discovered her intuitive and psychic abilities at a young age. Her unique journey includes spending years in the Amazonian forest with indigenous tribes, resulting in captivating stories unlike anything you have heard. Over the last 15 years, Aundrea has empowered thousands through personalized 1-on-1 sessions. However, a fascinating shift has occurred - she's now ready to extend her transformative powers to large groups worldwide. Her expertise spans a wide array of topics, from life and religion to past lives, near-death experiences, and the mysteries of existence. Aundrea is adept at providing profound answers to life's most challenging questions, making for engaging and enlightening content. She has the ability to instantly heal the mind, body, and soul, offering your audience a firsthand experience of her extraordinary capabilities. Beyond that, her insights can guide your audience toward living fuller lives and breaking free from limiting patterns of behavior. Someone wants to talk to their dead love ones? Even Pets? Yeap, she can do that too! Someone wants to get rid of some pesty ghosts? She got you! https://www.vitalityunleashed.live https://www.senseofsoulpodcast.com

Hello Wonderful Readers,I felt a lot of resistance writing this piece. I'm very tired right now. Most of you reading this are not in high school, and any of my younger cousins or friends who might be are probably just scrolling on TikTok. You can see how my inner critic is already working against me! That's why it's important to me to challenge myself. I'm determined to write and publish this piece for you anyway.I'm stealing the idea of this list from Austin Kleon, who stole it from Debbie Millman. I listened to his story about it on Millman's podcast this week. Here, I've cobbled together the first six things I wish I had known when I was graduating from high school. That year was 2013, and a lot has changed since then. Instagram existed at the time, but it wasn't widely used. This was years before TikTok, when the first major sex scandal about Jimmy Savile came out, and Oscar Pistorius, the South African sprinter, had just murdered his girlfriend, Reeva Steenkamp.I was finishing up my A-Levels at my incredibly fancy and academically rigorous “secondary school,” Westminster School in London. I had gotten rejected from all the top universities I applied to and was on my way to taking a gap year. I had no idea what I was doing with my life (spoiler, I still have no idea what I am doing now). So, without further ado, this is what I wish I had known at that time.1. The mean girls don't matter in this cruel world

You want to come to, don't you? I'm not really sure I do… WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I am up, you blind bat! I'm rather more of a goat. I thought it you were a horse! –And to that, I say “Ney” Great . Listen. If you can get all of the Golden Girls and all of the beatles lined up in a row, I'll give you a bucket. What's in the bucket. Nothing, that's the fun of it. hm. Sir Paul McCartney? Uh, I guess. Sir Paul McCartney, you must never die. –I feel like i've heard this somewhere before… Perhaps somewhere before; But here, now. Very well, then. On you go. You know–you look familiar. No, I don't. Are you sure we don't know eachother? I'm not sure of anything, really–and neither should you be. Words to remember, my dear friend. __ So you've been knighted. I'd think it so. but the ceremony were in the morning. ___ Notes Dump II: All those who seek to controll me Will therefore be controlled by me therefore Those who seek to contain me Shall therefore be contained by me Amen JOHN SLATTERY wtf characters is this. idk , it just says “John Slattery” The fuck, man. She doesn't listen. She'll listen to me You think so I know so. Forget it. If she doesn't obey me– She's not going to obey anybody– Especially you; Whoever it is you think you are. Whatever, asshole. That's right; I'm an asshole. So that's Captain Asshole To you, motherfucker! [There's a Surf Club in Brooklyn] Mister Cellophane {The Printing Press} - pop Up Club Toot it and boot it “The telepathic deadmau5” Whatever that is Ooh shit, here we go again with this motherfucker [The 4th Dimensional Jimmy Fallon's telepathy becomes extremely keenly developed, with the more time he spends intentionally looking into the eye of the many cameras used to film the shows h appears on, exponentially increasing over the expanse of his career–as he soon finds out, his peers have also developed this seemingly unique ability, however, each person who has gained this ability has also developed an individual; intrinsic and respectively specific skill within his or herself which allows each person who possess this telepathy to limit/inhibit this at his or her own will or desire Whatever. JIMMY FALLON YOU RAT MOTHERFUCKER. I'm not a rat! I'm a weasel! AH! YEAH? YEAH, FORREAL. WELL, FUCK YOU, YOU WEASEL MOTHERFUCKER. FOR WHAT. i'M GONNA KILL YOU. That's readily apparent–BUT WHY? [The mobster lunges for Jimmy] AHH. I NEED CONTEXT. [He lunges for Jimmy again] AHH CONTINUITY. CONTINUTIY. Oh damn. So he really can shapeshift into. Just about –Just about anything. Fuck you. [The syndicate crime organization which Patrick has become involved with has become mistrustful and uncertain of his straightforward and clean-cut demeanor; He is forcibly injected with a combination of heroin and cocaine to ensure that he is trustworthy to continue within the organization, and his reputation is put into jeopardy as his occasional recreational use curtails into a habit, which he hides, as his new promotion to Head of Programming, in addition to his continuing role as the host of a primetime late night talk show are both put at stake. Patrick , a young and eager writer and performer, begins his career as a remarkably clean-cut and good-hearted young man, with an almost heroic sensibility of naivety, besides his impressively professional tolerance for high volumes of alcohol, and primarily hidden vice for cigarettes.] What is that. (mockingly) Heh. “what's that?” [Patrick shrugs, and grimaces, as if to say “whatever, then”] It's just some ye-yo. (uninterested) Oh. [He suddenly becomes slightly more hostile, as if provoked by Patrick's nonchalance] You down for some ye? Hah, i'm straight. (squinting) You sure? Yeah. Come on! Don't be so stiff. (defensively) I'm not “stiff” I'm just– (insisting, drawing closer Try it. (not backing down, but stern) I'm good. [The two are face-to-face, the room becomes quiet.] Try it. Nah. [His eyes widen; he appears offended.] I insist. [Patrick silently declines, attempting to stand up.] CONT'D Seriously? You know what– [The tension has risen; Patrick inwardly understands there's no escape; He swallows nervously, he is trapped, and surrounded by the crew of gangsters.] Sit. [He pushes Patrick down, holding his arms to his sides.] -___- We'll get back to that later. Damn shit show is intense. I know I haven't even found the real deep stuff yet. Yikes. I hope you weren't intending for Fallon to play this! Oh please! I don't even think he's capable of palating a show like this. That's an insult. No, it isn't. The man's a genius; but, a comic genius. You remember when Sandler did all that serious shit? What serious shit? Exactly. DOC BROWN THis is some serious shit. Not yet, Emmmmit. What do you mean, “not yet”? I haven't much time left, you know. Whatever! You're going to live forever! (Amen) I'm ma stressin Flexin my God complex ‘n / complexion I'm on Lex and, I'm not lost I'm just walkin in the wrong direction, To throw ‘em all off, N keep them steady guessin! your deviation from the media signifies your obedience of this law. What law. Wait. Where'd you go. [ILLUMINATi] HELLO? They tried to curse her name, But had forgot that it was Their ow; Therefore they cursed themselves, Set her free, and sent her home– The curse was meant to kill, so she'd always be alone– instead , she rose above the world, to sit upon the thrown HEr name became an honor, to which it was bestowed, the crown she wore upon her head, To show the curse had broken. –C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe Esha's Life Begins to Change drastically and rapidly, once the blood oath is set– PATRICK Oh, by the way, I've published your book. ESHA I'm Sorry– PATRICK (interjecting) –don't apologize… ESHA CON'T –you w-what? PATRICK This– [Esha gasps in shock.] ESHA How did you– PATRICK The artwork is beautiful– ESHA Patrick–! PATRICK It's your design, of course. ESHA How did you– PATRICK How did I what? ESHA …This was on canvas! PATRICK Was. Now it's the cover of your book. ESHA “My book…” _______ [As the workplace tension rises between Patrick and Esha and a strong romance begins to bloom, however unrequited between them, Patrick begins to return Esha's rejections with practical jokes, which sometimes backfire quite tragically, to Patrick's guilt and shame.] Patrick spits int Esha's Mango Lassi as she completes a task across the room , unseen) (he does this playfully, however and not out of spite, as since their fated intertwining within the blood oath, the two have shared such intimacies that this is only a ‘minor' contamination; they are, after all, bound by blood.) Esha sits back at her desk unwittingly, stirs her Mango lassi with the straw, and takes a sip of the refreshing drink.] ESHA Mm. [Patrick smiles maniically] LILLITH enters, walking past ESHA's desk and glancing at her, stopping short of greeting her, distracted by her refreshment.] LILLITH Ooh! That looks good. Can I try some? ESHA Sure! [Patrick's eyes widen, but he attempts not to react; LILLITH takes a sip.] LILLITH Ooh, that is good. [she takes another sip} [PATRICK keeps his hands in his pockets, biting his tongue, hiding that he is inwardly horrified; he rubs his eyes.] LILLITH yum . Grandma. You've got to try this. VIVIAN, passing by gestures to ESHA, who shrugs nonchalantly and nods a “go ahead” [PATRICK might explode; but he hides it well; VIVIAN Takes a sip.] VIVIAN That is delicious. LILLITH I know, right? VIVIAN Thank you, Esha. LILLITH Yeah, thanks. [Vivian and Lillith walk away; Esha gestures warmly and stirs the drink again, taking another sip before putting it down, looking at Patrick unassumingly, however, somewhat knowingly.] [PATRICK'S nostrils flare, he keeps his hands in his pockets and grimaces] [beat] “Jigsaw” [Patric finishes Esha' Puzzle, then frames it, as a romantic gesture. However, this very explicitly angers her, and she charges him; This is the first time he, or we as the audience has ever seen Esha in a fit of rage, or breaking her usually dry and collected composure. She enters his office, infuriated She smashes the framed puzzle across his desk; the puzzle and glass shatter, scattering impressively in an explosion of glass, wood shards, and puzzle pieces. PATRICK Good morning! ESHA You FINISHED MY PUZZLE. PATRICK –I thought you'd like that ESHA –YOU– [She begins throwing things off of Patrick's desk; starting with an awards trophy which appears to be an Oscar, then launching his bobble heads and finally, hulk smashing the cappuccino machine. PATRICK WOAH! ESHA –I WAS WORKING ON THE END FOR MONTHS. [She continues to destroy his office.] PATRICK HEY–wait, really? ESHA YES. PATRICK …It was so simple… [He has never witnessed this side of Esha before, and despite the destruction is quite amused. He snickers.] ESHA THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU? [Patrick sips his drink.] PATRICK I guess you could say i'm “puzzled” ESHA AGH [HULK SMASHES CAPPUCCINO MACHINE, as it is the last thing on his desk.] PATRICK OK?! [ESHA more satisfied/calmly pours out the remainder of his coffee; Now he's at the very least kind of upset. He sighs; She exits calmly.] VIVIAN peeks into the office as she passes ESHA exiting the doorway; a small crowd has gathered to gawk, but for the most part it's ‘business as usual', with most of the team assuming PATRICK has simply been up to his tendencies; In fact, he has, however, His relationship with ESHA has become quite complex, as due to his marriage and family, ESHA's continual rejection of his romantic sentiments, despite their explicit interminglings has left him befuddled, and consistently strategizing a way to earn her trust, as she seems an impenetrable wall, and hides a certain mysterious darkness. lol , Eli Scruggs, Man. Man, I wish. I love this scene though. LATER Eshareturns to her new home (an incredible modified loft in midtown, with a cast iron spiral staircase, stained windows, exposed brick, and exotic wood floors; Oh yeah, cause that one part where VICTOR You burned down her house? PATRCICK I bought it, first. And Insured it. VICTOR Woah. PATRICK Well, it was already insured. Lol damn this dude is a boss. Yeap. Fallon couldn't handle this. Nope. So who plays Esha? Idk. Some pretty light skinned girl. How light skinned. Light skinned enough to be an ingenue. Is she the ingenue? Almost. Kind of. Wtf. right . [Everything at first looks normal, until she reaches the downstairs bathroom/washroom door to find it closed (which is unusual She nervously looks abround, then notices under the door, one single puzzle piece – she opens the door; an avalanche of puzzle pieces falls to her feet; the entire room is filled floor to ceiling with puzzle pieces. EARLIER: Patrick sits in the rafters/air conditioning vent with a shop vacuum (in reverse) full of puzzle pieces, (a vacuum he has ‘borrowed' from the studio from the prop room of a show in which contestants are put into a translucent box to attempt to grab money as it flies into the air) He fills her entire washroom with the pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle Esha, who neither appears to be angry or otherwise, hauls the pieces out in large garbage bags, , then carrying them into the master loft, a two-level space in which the lower level houses her art studio, where she finds a giant frame hanging from the roof on suspension chains; The camera pans outward with ESHA center, within this giant frame, creating in itself a picturesque vision, herself a painted picture, as she sorts through the pieces atop her bed Now I have your eyes, And you have mine We are we n The mind of The Eye This bond surpass Any test of time I am I now sign it. Uhhh.. Oh, th taste of tears To be bound by blood The cure of the oath The blessing of both Oneess [Patrick's children are somewhat all like him in some way; Effectively, they are hilarious? PATRICK This one does tricks. See! Hazel! Hazel is so effin cute. I know huh. She's like Sally Draper + Sally Draper ++ Goddamn. Yeah. Cute. Woah. Right. Anyway. HAZEL Huh. PATRICK Do a backflip. HAZEL Ok, daddy. [HAZEL attempts a backflip, but fails.] PATRICK. Fuck. [Face down, waves her arm as if to signal “i'm alright”, but clearly is inured.] PATRICK (taking a drink) Call the paramedic, HAZEL I'm okay, though! [She lifts her head up and appears shaken, however smiling–her eyes welted and nose running.] I'm okay. PATRICK No, bab, don't– HAZEL (cracking her neck) I'm okay. PATRICK Don't–your neck… HAZEL (walking it off, sighing) I'm okay, daddy. PATRICK Maybe just the chiropractor. Oh, My God Is it Esha n this scene? I can't remember if it's Esha or the nanny. Did he not fuck the therapist? I mean, that's later. Is it? I guess. Continuity. Whatever. We are as one The Mind of the Eye The Divinity of One. JOHN SLATTERY as THE MAYOR OF Which place idk Lol this dude is forreal always a politician. He looks like a politician. Look. MAYOR OF NY I think we may have found something of yours… [INT. JFK AIRPORT. NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, DAY.] MAYOR OF LA Where? MAYOR OF NEW YORK The airport. MAYOR OF LA Which airport. MAYOR OF NEW YORK JFK MAYOR OF LA I need you to ground that plane. MAYOR OF NEW YORK How? MAYOR OF LA By Any Means Nessesary. Lol that's it. Yup. Then it just ends. I fucking guess. I guess! Lol She is beautiful Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Dear God, Bring us together so that we shall prosper- in spirit, in body, in mind, and soul, as one, as we are Love, The Divine We are not alike, we are the same Please God bring me to life so that I ma meet the father of m future children, so that I might overcome poverty, find success, and great happiness, so that I can complete my journey of creating a family, to give birth to and raise more children, in a new and happy hope and marriage. Amen. As the sun draws upon my window at this hour, I call upon the dawning of a new eero of love, light and happiness, for all that I am and all who enter my presence, look upon me, know my artforms, or take part in my honor, the many plentiful endeavors and endowments of the great and holy divine, God almighty Amen C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe I thank you and humbly ask for you Great and Divine, Honorable protection, my dear lord, so that I might only know love, happiness, success, and great praise. Okay, so i did very briefly shapeshift into Steve Bucemi last night. Are you certain? I– [THE MAN IN THE MIRROR is STEVE BUCEMI] …whatever. I'm going back to bed. I'd highly recommend that. You can't forget a face like that. On that note, I think i'm into crustpunks. You want. I–oh yeah. Yes? Yes, please. GODDAMMIT. What. It's this stupid game. I can't get out of this effin trap. Oh. “oh” Have you tried, like– Tried like, what? I've tried everything. Just hit ‘escape' What? That's not gonna work. Have you tried it? No, that's stupid. You said you tried everything. Yeah, but that's–0 Just try it. GET UP, DILLON FRANCIS. GodDAMMIT. He's out cold. I'm not! i'm getting up. Jesus Christ, dawg. How are yout this much of a fuckin wook. I'm not “wook” You ARE wook. Jesus. Jesus is here. How are you more of a wook than Jimmy Fallon? That dude is like ancient. I'm not wook. You are wook. meanwhile WEEKEND UPDATE returns with a not-safe-for-work-or-TV Special. Oh no. Is that why SHH. SHUT UP. OH, YEAH, iT'S ON MOTHAFUCKA Dude. you can't wear suits to a rave like that. CAN uhm , CAN. Wtf man. Apparently, all the late night guys are like in competition with eachother. DUH. Even the dudes that are on the same network. DUH. Christ, kid, you are sloooooooooowwww. ….-_- which Seth are you again? The important one. Whatever. Just get Jon Stewart the fuck out of here before *michielf* Fucking christ. So wait, this is This is everybody. Can you explain to me why I blacked out on top of my kitchen table this morning? I can't actually explain that, no. SETH MEYERS (sipping coffee) Well, I can. UGH. AIGH. OHOKAY. UNCLE. UNCLE!!! AAAAAAHHHHAAAAA. Damn, you know it's gotta be close to th end if we've over here got [JIMMY FALLON at a RAVE ] Oh no. That can't be right. No, i can't do that . No one will recognize Chill, it's fan-fiction So you're a fan, then. No. But i'm sure you have them, somewhere. Aha. Ha. JIMMY FALLON'S #1 Fan Besides his– LET'S SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT, FOR NOW, OKAY. I will never, literally ever let you live that down. Shut up, clever. SHut your face. IT wa the aliens, okay! Aliens. BEFORE: [Aliens] Who, what, him? {Jimmy Fallon} JUICE. OKay. Wtf, what the everliving fuck is that? Captain Hook REmix of Psychic Experence Breaks down reaeeeeal hard at around 4:30 What the fuck do they want with Fallon?! I don't know Is that him Yep. Delicious. Oh shit. The purple people eaters are back. WHAT. WHY. CAuse their lunch got away. WE LIKE HIM. Ah. Alright. I CAN'T DO THAT. What do you mean, “you can't do that” I can't do any of that! I'm on ice cream. Oh shit, he's on ice cream. MAYA RUDOLPH. DId someone say OH —------, THEY'RE BACK ICE CREAM?! Sorry, i didn't do this on purpos– COSMIC AVENGER –but I did. Fuck. Someone go fuckin get that guy before he ROCK KESHA! KESHA! KITE. Hey, look–I am so–so sorry about this… Whatever. It's not my fault. It was like this “Jimmy Fallon” was following me everywhere. WHAT. You thought i made that up?! THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. DUH. WTF. It's you again. IT's me again. Where is What. Where's what. Where's Wolf? Somewhere, I'm sure. Don't worry, yo. I'm sure it's not the real Jimmy Fallon; They're jus using him to implant my brain waves with leftist doctrine. Did you say ‘doctorate'? And also, sapiosexuality. “The Seven Souls of Sai The Saige” Sai and Psy The Saige are two halves of one; Counterparts, opposites, in fact— I don't want to do this anymore… I could feel the bags form under my eyes, the bath was run and I was due to release at least one episode today, but was rather being persuade to hard release, as I had intended; multi-part episodes recorded before I had fallen into silence, after another attack–a spiritual attack, which had left me in a raging bout of suicide and uncertainty–uncertainty, that is, as to whether the human race could be reclaimed from evil at all–as no one seemed to care for spirit or justice more than I, and however true it might have seemed, I was probably wrong, and for whatever reason, just trapped amongst these animals for whatever reason–perhaps to convey this message, that love would triumph over hate; but how could i preach such things now feeling another–it was as if I had been beaten or raped with no way at all to retaliate on my attacker, and still threatened by this force, some motorist who tore up and down my block at all hours, ripping me from the delicate rest I so craved and needed, as if it were the force which had destroyed all mankind itself, a reminder I should so when I wish, leave the world. There were no words left, only music, and no reason to speak, would the words fall upon deaf ears. Mankind as a whole had rotted to its core. Even days later, stil my chest ached, and my breathing shallow–the pain having torn through my heart not once now, but twice–I knew it was an intentional attack, whoever by, protected by evil itself. “How White Supremacy and Privalege are Ruining The Entertainment Industry” An article i'll never write because of terrorists By Whoever, just kill me. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

You want to come to, don't you? I'm not really sure I do… WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I am up, you blind bat! I'm rather more of a goat. I thought it you were a horse! –And to that, I say “Ney” Great . Listen. If you can get all of the Golden Girls and all of the beatles lined up in a row, I'll give you a bucket. What's in the bucket. Nothing, that's the fun of it. hm. Sir Paul McCartney? Uh, I guess. Sir Paul McCartney, you must never die. –I feel like i've heard this somewhere before… Perhaps somewhere before; But here, now. Very well, then. On you go. You know–you look familiar. No, I don't. Are you sure we don't know eachother? I'm not sure of anything, really–and neither should you be. Words to remember, my dear friend. __ So you've been knighted. I'd think it so. but the ceremony were in the morning. ___ Notes Dump II: All those who seek to controll me Will therefore be controlled by me therefore Those who seek to contain me Shall therefore be contained by me Amen JOHN SLATTERY wtf characters is this. idk , it just says “John Slattery” The fuck, man. She doesn't listen. She'll listen to me You think so I know so. Forget it. If she doesn't obey me– She's not going to obey anybody– Especially you; Whoever it is you think you are. Whatever, asshole. That's right; I'm an asshole. So that's Captain Asshole To you, motherfucker! [There's a Surf Club in Brooklyn] Mister Cellophane {The Printing Press} - pop Up Club Toot it and boot it “The telepathic deadmau5” Whatever that is Ooh shit, here we go again with this motherfucker [The 4th Dimensional Jimmy Fallon's telepathy becomes extremely keenly developed, with the more time he spends intentionally looking into the eye of the many cameras used to film the shows h appears on, exponentially increasing over the expanse of his career–as he soon finds out, his peers have also developed this seemingly unique ability, however, each person who has gained this ability has also developed an individual; intrinsic and respectively specific skill within his or herself which allows each person who possess this telepathy to limit/inhibit this at his or her own will or desire Whatever. JIMMY FALLON YOU RAT MOTHERFUCKER. I'm not a rat! I'm a weasel! AH! YEAH? YEAH, FORREAL. WELL, FUCK YOU, YOU WEASEL MOTHERFUCKER. FOR WHAT. i'M GONNA KILL YOU. That's readily apparent–BUT WHY? [The mobster lunges for Jimmy] AHH. I NEED CONTEXT. [He lunges for Jimmy again] AHH CONTINUITY. CONTINUTIY. Oh damn. So he really can shapeshift into. Just about –Just about anything. Fuck you. [The syndicate crime organization which Patrick has become involved with has become mistrustful and uncertain of his straightforward and clean-cut demeanor; He is forcibly injected with a combination of heroin and cocaine to ensure that he is trustworthy to continue within the organization, and his reputation is put into jeopardy as his occasional recreational use curtails into a habit, which he hides, as his new promotion to Head of Programming, in addition to his continuing role as the host of a primetime late night talk show are both put at stake. Patrick , a young and eager writer and performer, begins his career as a remarkably clean-cut and good-hearted young man, with an almost heroic sensibility of naivety, besides his impressively professional tolerance for high volumes of alcohol, and primarily hidden vice for cigarettes.] What is that. (mockingly) Heh. “what's that?” [Patrick shrugs, and grimaces, as if to say “whatever, then”] It's just some ye-yo. (uninterested) Oh. [He suddenly becomes slightly more hostile, as if provoked by Patrick's nonchalance] You down for some ye? Hah, i'm straight. (squinting) You sure? Yeah. Come on! Don't be so stiff. (defensively) I'm not “stiff” I'm just– (insisting, drawing closer Try it. (not backing down, but stern) I'm good. [The two are face-to-face, the room becomes quiet.] Try it. Nah. [His eyes widen; he appears offended.] I insist. [Patrick silently declines, attempting to stand up.] CONT'D Seriously? You know what– [The tension has risen; Patrick inwardly understands there's no escape; He swallows nervously, he is trapped, and surrounded by the crew of gangsters.] Sit. [He pushes Patrick down, holding his arms to his sides.] -___- We'll get back to that later. Damn shit show is intense. I know I haven't even found the real deep stuff yet. Yikes. I hope you weren't intending for Fallon to play this! Oh please! I don't even think he's capable of palating a show like this. That's an insult. No, it isn't. The man's a genius; but, a comic genius. You remember when Sandler did all that serious shit? What serious shit? Exactly. DOC BROWN THis is some serious shit. Not yet, Emmmmit. What do you mean, “not yet”? I haven't much time left, you know. Whatever! You're going to live forever! (Amen) I'm ma stressin Flexin my God complex ‘n / complexion I'm on Lex and, I'm not lost I'm just walkin in the wrong direction, To throw ‘em all off, N keep them steady guessin! your deviation from the media signifies your obedience of this law. What law. Wait. Where'd you go. [ILLUMINATi] HELLO? They tried to curse her name, But had forgot that it was Their ow; Therefore they cursed themselves, Set her free, and sent her home– The curse was meant to kill, so she'd always be alone– instead , she rose above the world, to sit upon the thrown HEr name became an honor, to which it was bestowed, the crown she wore upon her head, To show the curse had broken. –C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe Esha's Life Begins to Change drastically and rapidly, once the blood oath is set– PATRICK Oh, by the way, I've published your book. ESHA I'm Sorry– PATRICK (interjecting) –don't apologize… ESHA CON'T –you w-what? PATRICK This– [Esha gasps in shock.] ESHA How did you– PATRICK The artwork is beautiful– ESHA Patrick–! PATRICK It's your design, of course. ESHA How did you– PATRICK How did I what? ESHA …This was on canvas! PATRICK Was. Now it's the cover of your book. ESHA “My book…” _______ [As the workplace tension rises between Patrick and Esha and a strong romance begins to bloom, however unrequited between them, Patrick begins to return Esha's rejections with practical jokes, which sometimes backfire quite tragically, to Patrick's guilt and shame.] Patrick spits int Esha's Mango Lassi as she completes a task across the room , unseen) (he does this playfully, however and not out of spite, as since their fated intertwining within the blood oath, the two have shared such intimacies that this is only a ‘minor' contamination; they are, after all, bound by blood.) Esha sits back at her desk unwittingly, stirs her Mango lassi with the straw, and takes a sip of the refreshing drink.] ESHA Mm. [Patrick smiles maniically] LILLITH enters, walking past ESHA's desk and glancing at her, stopping short of greeting her, distracted by her refreshment.] LILLITH Ooh! That looks good. Can I try some? ESHA Sure! [Patrick's eyes widen, but he attempts not to react; LILLITH takes a sip.] LILLITH Ooh, that is good. [she takes another sip} [PATRICK keeps his hands in his pockets, biting his tongue, hiding that he is inwardly horrified; he rubs his eyes.] LILLITH yum . Grandma. You've got to try this. VIVIAN, passing by gestures to ESHA, who shrugs nonchalantly and nods a “go ahead” [PATRICK might explode; but he hides it well; VIVIAN Takes a sip.] VIVIAN That is delicious. LILLITH I know, right? VIVIAN Thank you, Esha. LILLITH Yeah, thanks. [Vivian and Lillith walk away; Esha gestures warmly and stirs the drink again, taking another sip before putting it down, looking at Patrick unassumingly, however, somewhat knowingly.] [PATRICK'S nostrils flare, he keeps his hands in his pockets and grimaces] [beat] “Jigsaw” [Patric finishes Esha' Puzzle, then frames it, as a romantic gesture. However, this very explicitly angers her, and she charges him; This is the first time he, or we as the audience has ever seen Esha in a fit of rage, or breaking her usually dry and collected composure. She enters his office, infuriated She smashes the framed puzzle across his desk; the puzzle and glass shatter, scattering impressively in an explosion of glass, wood shards, and puzzle pieces. PATRICK Good morning! ESHA You FINISHED MY PUZZLE. PATRICK –I thought you'd like that ESHA –YOU– [She begins throwing things off of Patrick's desk; starting with an awards trophy which appears to be an Oscar, then launching his bobble heads and finally, hulk smashing the cappuccino machine. PATRICK WOAH! ESHA –I WAS WORKING ON THE END FOR MONTHS. [She continues to destroy his office.] PATRICK HEY–wait, really? ESHA YES. PATRICK …It was so simple… [He has never witnessed this side of Esha before, and despite the destruction is quite amused. He snickers.] ESHA THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU? [Patrick sips his drink.] PATRICK I guess you could say i'm “puzzled” ESHA AGH [HULK SMASHES CAPPUCCINO MACHINE, as it is the last thing on his desk.] PATRICK OK?! [ESHA more satisfied/calmly pours out the remainder of his coffee; Now he's at the very least kind of upset. He sighs; She exits calmly.] VIVIAN peeks into the office as she passes ESHA exiting the doorway; a small crowd has gathered to gawk, but for the most part it's ‘business as usual', with most of the team assuming PATRICK has simply been up to his tendencies; In fact, he has, however, His relationship with ESHA has become quite complex, as due to his marriage and family, ESHA's continual rejection of his romantic sentiments, despite their explicit interminglings has left him befuddled, and consistently strategizing a way to earn her trust, as she seems an impenetrable wall, and hides a certain mysterious darkness. lol , Eli Scruggs, Man. Man, I wish. I love this scene though. LATER Eshareturns to her new home (an incredible modified loft in midtown, with a cast iron spiral staircase, stained windows, exposed brick, and exotic wood floors; Oh yeah, cause that one part where VICTOR You burned down her house? PATRCICK I bought it, first. And Insured it. VICTOR Woah. PATRICK Well, it was already insured. Lol damn this dude is a boss. Yeap. Fallon couldn't handle this. Nope. So who plays Esha? Idk. Some pretty light skinned girl. How light skinned. Light skinned enough to be an ingenue. Is she the ingenue? Almost. Kind of. Wtf. right . [Everything at first looks normal, until she reaches the downstairs bathroom/washroom door to find it closed (which is unusual She nervously looks abround, then notices under the door, one single puzzle piece – she opens the door; an avalanche of puzzle pieces falls to her feet; the entire room is filled floor to ceiling with puzzle pieces. EARLIER: Patrick sits in the rafters/air conditioning vent with a shop vacuum (in reverse) full of puzzle pieces, (a vacuum he has ‘borrowed' from the studio from the prop room of a show in which contestants are put into a translucent box to attempt to grab money as it flies into the air) He fills her entire washroom with the pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle Esha, who neither appears to be angry or otherwise, hauls the pieces out in large garbage bags, , then carrying them into the master loft, a two-level space in which the lower level houses her art studio, where she finds a giant frame hanging from the roof on suspension chains; The camera pans outward with ESHA center, within this giant frame, creating in itself a picturesque vision, herself a painted picture, as she sorts through the pieces atop her bed Now I have your eyes, And you have mine We are we n The mind of The Eye This bond surpass Any test of time I am I now sign it. Uhhh.. Oh, th taste of tears To be bound by blood The cure of the oath The blessing of both Oneess [Patrick's children are somewhat all like him in some way; Effectively, they are hilarious? PATRICK This one does tricks. See! Hazel! Hazel is so effin cute. I know huh. She's like Sally Draper + Sally Draper ++ Goddamn. Yeah. Cute. Woah. Right. Anyway. HAZEL Huh. PATRICK Do a backflip. HAZEL Ok, daddy. [HAZEL attempts a backflip, but fails.] PATRICK. Fuck. [Face down, waves her arm as if to signal “i'm alright”, but clearly is inured.] PATRICK (taking a drink) Call the paramedic, HAZEL I'm okay, though! [She lifts her head up and appears shaken, however smiling–her eyes welted and nose running.] I'm okay. PATRICK No, bab, don't– HAZEL (cracking her neck) I'm okay. PATRICK Don't–your neck… HAZEL (walking it off, sighing) I'm okay, daddy. PATRICK Maybe just the chiropractor. Oh, My God Is it Esha n this scene? I can't remember if it's Esha or the nanny. Did he not fuck the therapist? I mean, that's later. Is it? I guess. Continuity. Whatever. We are as one The Mind of the Eye The Divinity of One. JOHN SLATTERY as THE MAYOR OF Which place idk Lol this dude is forreal always a politician. He looks like a politician. Look. MAYOR OF NY I think we may have found something of yours… [INT. JFK AIRPORT. NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, DAY.] MAYOR OF LA Where? MAYOR OF NEW YORK The airport. MAYOR OF LA Which airport. MAYOR OF NEW YORK JFK MAYOR OF LA I need you to ground that plane. MAYOR OF NEW YORK How? MAYOR OF LA By Any Means Nessesary. Lol that's it. Yup. Then it just ends. I fucking guess. I guess! Lol She is beautiful Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Dear God, Bring us together so that we shall prosper- in spirit, in body, in mind, and soul, as one, as we are Love, The Divine We are not alike, we are the same Please God bring me to life so that I ma meet the father of m future children, so that I might overcome poverty, find success, and great happiness, so that I can complete my journey of creating a family, to give birth to and raise more children, in a new and happy hope and marriage. Amen. As the sun draws upon my window at this hour, I call upon the dawning of a new eero of love, light and happiness, for all that I am and all who enter my presence, look upon me, know my artforms, or take part in my honor, the many plentiful endeavors and endowments of the great and holy divine, God almighty Amen C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe I thank you and humbly ask for you Great and Divine, Honorable protection, my dear lord, so that I might only know love, happiness, success, and great praise. Okay, so i did very briefly shapeshift into Steve Bucemi last night. Are you certain? I– [THE MAN IN THE MIRROR is STEVE BUCEMI] …whatever. I'm going back to bed. I'd highly recommend that. You can't forget a face like that. On that note, I think i'm into crustpunks. You want. I–oh yeah. Yes? Yes, please. GODDAMMIT. What. It's this stupid game. I can't get out of this effin trap. Oh. “oh” Have you tried, like– Tried like, what? I've tried everything. Just hit ‘escape' What? That's not gonna work. Have you tried it? No, that's stupid. You said you tried everything. Yeah, but that's–0 Just try it. GET UP, DILLON FRANCIS. GodDAMMIT. He's out cold. I'm not! i'm getting up. Jesus Christ, dawg. How are yout this much of a fuckin wook. I'm not “wook” You ARE wook. Jesus. Jesus is here. How are you more of a wook than Jimmy Fallon? That dude is like ancient. I'm not wook. You are wook. meanwhile WEEKEND UPDATE returns with a not-safe-for-work-or-TV Special. Oh no. Is that why SHH. SHUT UP. OH, YEAH, iT'S ON MOTHAFUCKA Dude. you can't wear suits to a rave like that. CAN uhm , CAN. Wtf man. Apparently, all the late night guys are like in competition with eachother. DUH. Even the dudes that are on the same network. DUH. Christ, kid, you are sloooooooooowwww. ….-_- which Seth are you again? The important one. Whatever. Just get Jon Stewart the fuck out of here before *michielf* Fucking christ. So wait, this is This is everybody. Can you explain to me why I blacked out on top of my kitchen table this morning? I can't actually explain that, no. SETH MEYERS (sipping coffee) Well, I can. UGH. AIGH. OHOKAY. UNCLE. UNCLE!!! AAAAAAHHHHAAAAA. Damn, you know it's gotta be close to th end if we've over here got [JIMMY FALLON at a RAVE ] Oh no. That can't be right. No, i can't do that . No one will recognize Chill, it's fan-fiction So you're a fan, then. No. But i'm sure you have them, somewhere. Aha. Ha. JIMMY FALLON'S #1 Fan Besides his– LET'S SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT, FOR NOW, OKAY. I will never, literally ever let you live that down. Shut up, clever. SHut your face. IT wa the aliens, okay! Aliens. BEFORE: [Aliens] Who, what, him? {Jimmy Fallon} JUICE. OKay. Wtf, what the everliving fuck is that? Captain Hook REmix of Psychic Experence Breaks down reaeeeeal hard at around 4:30 What the fuck do they want with Fallon?! I don't know Is that him Yep. Delicious. Oh shit. The purple people eaters are back. WHAT. WHY. CAuse their lunch got away. WE LIKE HIM. Ah. Alright. I CAN'T DO THAT. What do you mean, “you can't do that” I can't do any of that! I'm on ice cream. Oh shit, he's on ice cream. MAYA RUDOLPH. DId someone say OH —------, THEY'RE BACK ICE CREAM?! Sorry, i didn't do this on purpos– COSMIC AVENGER –but I did. Fuck. Someone go fuckin get that guy before he ROCK KESHA! KESHA! KITE. Hey, look–I am so–so sorry about this… Whatever. It's not my fault. It was like this “Jimmy Fallon” was following me everywhere. WHAT. You thought i made that up?! THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. DUH. WTF. It's you again. IT's me again. Where is What. Where's what. Where's Wolf? Somewhere, I'm sure. Don't worry, yo. I'm sure it's not the real Jimmy Fallon; They're jus using him to implant my brain waves with leftist doctrine. Did you say ‘doctorate'? And also, sapiosexuality. “The Seven Souls of Sai The Saige” Sai and Psy The Saige are two halves of one; Counterparts, opposites, in fact— I don't want to do this anymore… I could feel the bags form under my eyes, the bath was run and I was due to release at least one episode today, but was rather being persuade to hard release, as I had intended; multi-part episodes recorded before I had fallen into silence, after another attack–a spiritual attack, which had left me in a raging bout of suicide and uncertainty–uncertainty, that is, as to whether the human race could be reclaimed from evil at all–as no one seemed to care for spirit or justice more than I, and however true it might have seemed, I was probably wrong, and for whatever reason, just trapped amongst these animals for whatever reason–perhaps to convey this message, that love would triumph over hate; but how could i preach such things now feeling another–it was as if I had been beaten or raped with no way at all to retaliate on my attacker, and still threatened by this force, some motorist who tore up and down my block at all hours, ripping me from the delicate rest I so craved and needed, as if it were the force which had destroyed all mankind itself, a reminder I should so when I wish, leave the world. There were no words left, only music, and no reason to speak, would the words fall upon deaf ears. Mankind as a whole had rotted to its core. Even days later, stil my chest ached, and my breathing shallow–the pain having torn through my heart not once now, but twice–I knew it was an intentional attack, whoever by, protected by evil itself. “How White Supremacy and Privalege are Ruining The Entertainment Industry” An article i'll never write because of terrorists By Whoever, just kill me. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

You want to come to, don't you? I'm not really sure I do… WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I am up, you blind bat! I'm rather more of a goat. I thought it you were a horse! –And to that, I say “Ney” Great . Listen. If you can get all of the Golden Girls and all of the beatles lined up in a row, I'll give you a bucket. What's in the bucket. Nothing, that's the fun of it. hm. Sir Paul McCartney? Uh, I guess. Sir Paul McCartney, you must never die. –I feel like i've heard this somewhere before… Perhaps somewhere before; But here, now. Very well, then. On you go. You know–you look familiar. No, I don't. Are you sure we don't know eachother? I'm not sure of anything, really–and neither should you be. Words to remember, my dear friend. __ So you've been knighted. I'd think it so. but the ceremony were in the morning. ___ Notes Dump II: All those who seek to controll me Will therefore be controlled by me therefore Those who seek to contain me Shall therefore be contained by me Amen JOHN SLATTERY wtf characters is this. idk , it just says “John Slattery” The fuck, man. She doesn't listen. She'll listen to me You think so I know so. Forget it. If she doesn't obey me– She's not going to obey anybody– Especially you; Whoever it is you think you are. Whatever, asshole. That's right; I'm an asshole. So that's Captain Asshole To you, motherfucker! [There's a Surf Club in Brooklyn] Mister Cellophane {The Printing Press} - pop Up Club Toot it and boot it “The telepathic deadmau5” Whatever that is Ooh shit, here we go again with this motherfucker [The 4th Dimensional Jimmy Fallon's telepathy becomes extremely keenly developed, with the more time he spends intentionally looking into the eye of the many cameras used to film the shows h appears on, exponentially increasing over the expanse of his career–as he soon finds out, his peers have also developed this seemingly unique ability, however, each person who has gained this ability has also developed an individual; intrinsic and respectively specific skill within his or herself which allows each person who possess this telepathy to limit/inhibit this at his or her own will or desire Whatever. JIMMY FALLON YOU RAT MOTHERFUCKER. I'm not a rat! I'm a weasel! AH! YEAH? YEAH, FORREAL. WELL, FUCK YOU, YOU WEASEL MOTHERFUCKER. FOR WHAT. i'M GONNA KILL YOU. That's readily apparent–BUT WHY? [The mobster lunges for Jimmy] AHH. I NEED CONTEXT. [He lunges for Jimmy again] AHH CONTINUITY. CONTINUTIY. Oh damn. So he really can shapeshift into. Just about –Just about anything. Fuck you. [The syndicate crime organization which Patrick has become involved with has become mistrustful and uncertain of his straightforward and clean-cut demeanor; He is forcibly injected with a combination of heroin and cocaine to ensure that he is trustworthy to continue within the organization, and his reputation is put into jeopardy as his occasional recreational use curtails into a habit, which he hides, as his new promotion to Head of Programming, in addition to his continuing role as the host of a primetime late night talk show are both put at stake. Patrick , a young and eager writer and performer, begins his career as a remarkably clean-cut and good-hearted young man, with an almost heroic sensibility of naivety, besides his impressively professional tolerance for high volumes of alcohol, and primarily hidden vice for cigarettes.] What is that. (mockingly) Heh. “what's that?” [Patrick shrugs, and grimaces, as if to say “whatever, then”] It's just some ye-yo. (uninterested) Oh. [He suddenly becomes slightly more hostile, as if provoked by Patrick's nonchalance] You down for some ye? Hah, i'm straight. (squinting) You sure? Yeah. Come on! Don't be so stiff. (defensively) I'm not “stiff” I'm just– (insisting, drawing closer Try it. (not backing down, but stern) I'm good. [The two are face-to-face, the room becomes quiet.] Try it. Nah. [His eyes widen; he appears offended.] I insist. [Patrick silently declines, attempting to stand up.] CONT'D Seriously? You know what– [The tension has risen; Patrick inwardly understands there's no escape; He swallows nervously, he is trapped, and surrounded by the crew of gangsters.] Sit. [He pushes Patrick down, holding his arms to his sides.] -___- We'll get back to that later. Damn shit show is intense. I know I haven't even found the real deep stuff yet. Yikes. I hope you weren't intending for Fallon to play this! Oh please! I don't even think he's capable of palating a show like this. That's an insult. No, it isn't. The man's a genius; but, a comic genius. You remember when Sandler did all that serious shit? What serious shit? Exactly. DOC BROWN THis is some serious shit. Not yet, Emmmmit. What do you mean, “not yet”? I haven't much time left, you know. Whatever! You're going to live forever! (Amen) I'm ma stressin Flexin my God complex ‘n / complexion I'm on Lex and, I'm not lost I'm just walkin in the wrong direction, To throw ‘em all off, N keep them steady guessin! your deviation from the media signifies your obedience of this law. What law. Wait. Where'd you go. [ILLUMINATi] HELLO? They tried to curse her name, But had forgot that it was Their ow; Therefore they cursed themselves, Set her free, and sent her home– The curse was meant to kill, so she'd always be alone– instead , she rose above the world, to sit upon the thrown HEr name became an honor, to which it was bestowed, the crown she wore upon her head, To show the curse had broken. –C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe Esha's Life Begins to Change drastically and rapidly, once the blood oath is set– PATRICK Oh, by the way, I've published your book. ESHA I'm Sorry– PATRICK (interjecting) –don't apologize… ESHA CON'T –you w-what? PATRICK This– [Esha gasps in shock.] ESHA How did you– PATRICK The artwork is beautiful– ESHA Patrick–! PATRICK It's your design, of course. ESHA How did you– PATRICK How did I what? ESHA …This was on canvas! PATRICK Was. Now it's the cover of your book. ESHA “My book…” _______ [As the workplace tension rises between Patrick and Esha and a strong romance begins to bloom, however unrequited between them, Patrick begins to return Esha's rejections with practical jokes, which sometimes backfire quite tragically, to Patrick's guilt and shame.] Patrick spits int Esha's Mango Lassi as she completes a task across the room , unseen) (he does this playfully, however and not out of spite, as since their fated intertwining within the blood oath, the two have shared such intimacies that this is only a ‘minor' contamination; they are, after all, bound by blood.) Esha sits back at her desk unwittingly, stirs her Mango lassi with the straw, and takes a sip of the refreshing drink.] ESHA Mm. [Patrick smiles maniically] LILLITH enters, walking past ESHA's desk and glancing at her, stopping short of greeting her, distracted by her refreshment.] LILLITH Ooh! That looks good. Can I try some? ESHA Sure! [Patrick's eyes widen, but he attempts not to react; LILLITH takes a sip.] LILLITH Ooh, that is good. [she takes another sip} [PATRICK keeps his hands in his pockets, biting his tongue, hiding that he is inwardly horrified; he rubs his eyes.] LILLITH yum . Grandma. You've got to try this. VIVIAN, passing by gestures to ESHA, who shrugs nonchalantly and nods a “go ahead” [PATRICK might explode; but he hides it well; VIVIAN Takes a sip.] VIVIAN That is delicious. LILLITH I know, right? VIVIAN Thank you, Esha. LILLITH Yeah, thanks. [Vivian and Lillith walk away; Esha gestures warmly and stirs the drink again, taking another sip before putting it down, looking at Patrick unassumingly, however, somewhat knowingly.] [PATRICK'S nostrils flare, he keeps his hands in his pockets and grimaces] [beat] “Jigsaw” [Patric finishes Esha' Puzzle, then frames it, as a romantic gesture. However, this very explicitly angers her, and she charges him; This is the first time he, or we as the audience has ever seen Esha in a fit of rage, or breaking her usually dry and collected composure. She enters his office, infuriated She smashes the framed puzzle across his desk; the puzzle and glass shatter, scattering impressively in an explosion of glass, wood shards, and puzzle pieces. PATRICK Good morning! ESHA You FINISHED MY PUZZLE. PATRICK –I thought you'd like that ESHA –YOU– [She begins throwing things off of Patrick's desk; starting with an awards trophy which appears to be an Oscar, then launching his bobble heads and finally, hulk smashing the cappuccino machine. PATRICK WOAH! ESHA –I WAS WORKING ON THE END FOR MONTHS. [She continues to destroy his office.] PATRICK HEY–wait, really? ESHA YES. PATRICK …It was so simple… [He has never witnessed this side of Esha before, and despite the destruction is quite amused. He snickers.] ESHA THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU? [Patrick sips his drink.] PATRICK I guess you could say i'm “puzzled” ESHA AGH [HULK SMASHES CAPPUCCINO MACHINE, as it is the last thing on his desk.] PATRICK OK?! [ESHA more satisfied/calmly pours out the remainder of his coffee; Now he's at the very least kind of upset. He sighs; She exits calmly.] VIVIAN peeks into the office as she passes ESHA exiting the doorway; a small crowd has gathered to gawk, but for the most part it's ‘business as usual', with most of the team assuming PATRICK has simply been up to his tendencies; In fact, he has, however, His relationship with ESHA has become quite complex, as due to his marriage and family, ESHA's continual rejection of his romantic sentiments, despite their explicit interminglings has left him befuddled, and consistently strategizing a way to earn her trust, as she seems an impenetrable wall, and hides a certain mysterious darkness. lol , Eli Scruggs, Man. Man, I wish. I love this scene though. LATER Eshareturns to her new home (an incredible modified loft in midtown, with a cast iron spiral staircase, stained windows, exposed brick, and exotic wood floors; Oh yeah, cause that one part where VICTOR You burned down her house? PATRCICK I bought it, first. And Insured it. VICTOR Woah. PATRICK Well, it was already insured. Lol damn this dude is a boss. Yeap. Fallon couldn't handle this. Nope. So who plays Esha? Idk. Some pretty light skinned girl. How light skinned. Light skinned enough to be an ingenue. Is she the ingenue? Almost. Kind of. Wtf. right . [Everything at first looks normal, until she reaches the downstairs bathroom/washroom door to find it closed (which is unusual She nervously looks abround, then notices under the door, one single puzzle piece – she opens the door; an avalanche of puzzle pieces falls to her feet; the entire room is filled floor to ceiling with puzzle pieces. EARLIER: Patrick sits in the rafters/air conditioning vent with a shop vacuum (in reverse) full of puzzle pieces, (a vacuum he has ‘borrowed' from the studio from the prop room of a show in which contestants are put into a translucent box to attempt to grab money as it flies into the air) He fills her entire washroom with the pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle Esha, who neither appears to be angry or otherwise, hauls the pieces out in large garbage bags, , then carrying them into the master loft, a two-level space in which the lower level houses her art studio, where she finds a giant frame hanging from the roof on suspension chains; The camera pans outward with ESHA center, within this giant frame, creating in itself a picturesque vision, herself a painted picture, as she sorts through the pieces atop her bed Now I have your eyes, And you have mine We are we n The mind of The Eye This bond surpass Any test of time I am I now sign it. Uhhh.. Oh, th taste of tears To be bound by blood The cure of the oath The blessing of both Oneess [Patrick's children are somewhat all like him in some way; Effectively, they are hilarious? PATRICK This one does tricks. See! Hazel! Hazel is so effin cute. I know huh. She's like Sally Draper + Sally Draper ++ Goddamn. Yeah. Cute. Woah. Right. Anyway. HAZEL Huh. PATRICK Do a backflip. HAZEL Ok, daddy. [HAZEL attempts a backflip, but fails.] PATRICK. Fuck. [Face down, waves her arm as if to signal “i'm alright”, but clearly is inured.] PATRICK (taking a drink) Call the paramedic, HAZEL I'm okay, though! [She lifts her head up and appears shaken, however smiling–her eyes welted and nose running.] I'm okay. PATRICK No, bab, don't– HAZEL (cracking her neck) I'm okay. PATRICK Don't–your neck… HAZEL (walking it off, sighing) I'm okay, daddy. PATRICK Maybe just the chiropractor. Oh, My God Is it Esha n this scene? I can't remember if it's Esha or the nanny. Did he not fuck the therapist? I mean, that's later. Is it? I guess. Continuity. Whatever. We are as one The Mind of the Eye The Divinity of One. JOHN SLATTERY as THE MAYOR OF Which place idk Lol this dude is forreal always a politician. He looks like a politician. Look. MAYOR OF NY I think we may have found something of yours… [INT. JFK AIRPORT. NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, DAY.] MAYOR OF LA Where? MAYOR OF NEW YORK The airport. MAYOR OF LA Which airport. MAYOR OF NEW YORK JFK MAYOR OF LA I need you to ground that plane. MAYOR OF NEW YORK How? MAYOR OF LA By Any Means Nessesary. Lol that's it. Yup. Then it just ends. I fucking guess. I guess! Lol She is beautiful Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Dear God, Bring us together so that we shall prosper- in spirit, in body, in mind, and soul, as one, as we are Love, The Divine We are not alike, we are the same Please God bring me to life so that I ma meet the father of m future children, so that I might overcome poverty, find success, and great happiness, so that I can complete my journey of creating a family, to give birth to and raise more children, in a new and happy hope and marriage. Amen. As the sun draws upon my window at this hour, I call upon the dawning of a new eero of love, light and happiness, for all that I am and all who enter my presence, look upon me, know my artforms, or take part in my honor, the many plentiful endeavors and endowments of the great and holy divine, God almighty Amen C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe I thank you and humbly ask for you Great and Divine, Honorable protection, my dear lord, so that I might only know love, happiness, success, and great praise. Okay, so i did very briefly shapeshift into Steve Bucemi last night. Are you certain? I– [THE MAN IN THE MIRROR is STEVE BUCEMI] …whatever. I'm going back to bed. I'd highly recommend that. You can't forget a face like that. On that note, I think i'm into crustpunks. You want. I–oh yeah. Yes? Yes, please. GODDAMMIT. What. It's this stupid game. I can't get out of this effin trap. Oh. “oh” Have you tried, like– Tried like, what? I've tried everything. Just hit ‘escape' What? That's not gonna work. Have you tried it? No, that's stupid. You said you tried everything. Yeah, but that's–0 Just try it. GET UP, DILLON FRANCIS. GodDAMMIT. He's out cold. I'm not! i'm getting up. Jesus Christ, dawg. How are yout this much of a fuckin wook. I'm not “wook” You ARE wook. Jesus. Jesus is here. How are you more of a wook than Jimmy Fallon? That dude is like ancient. I'm not wook. You are wook. meanwhile WEEKEND UPDATE returns with a not-safe-for-work-or-TV Special. Oh no. Is that why SHH. SHUT UP. OH, YEAH, iT'S ON MOTHAFUCKA Dude. you can't wear suits to a rave like that. CAN uhm , CAN. Wtf man. Apparently, all the late night guys are like in competition with eachother. DUH. Even the dudes that are on the same network. DUH. Christ, kid, you are sloooooooooowwww. ….-_- which Seth are you again? The important one. Whatever. Just get Jon Stewart the fuck out of here before *michielf* Fucking christ. So wait, this is This is everybody. Can you explain to me why I blacked out on top of my kitchen table this morning? I can't actually explain that, no. SETH MEYERS (sipping coffee) Well, I can. UGH. AIGH. OHOKAY. UNCLE. UNCLE!!! AAAAAAHHHHAAAAA. Damn, you know it's gotta be close to th end if we've over here got [JIMMY FALLON at a RAVE ] Oh no. That can't be right. No, i can't do that . No one will recognize Chill, it's fan-fiction So you're a fan, then. No. But i'm sure you have them, somewhere. Aha. Ha. JIMMY FALLON'S #1 Fan Besides his– LET'S SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT, FOR NOW, OKAY. I will never, literally ever let you live that down. Shut up, clever. SHut your face. IT wa the aliens, okay! Aliens. BEFORE: [Aliens] Who, what, him? {Jimmy Fallon} JUICE. OKay. Wtf, what the everliving fuck is that? Captain Hook REmix of Psychic Experence Breaks down reaeeeeal hard at around 4:30 What the fuck do they want with Fallon?! I don't know Is that him Yep. Delicious. Oh shit. The purple people eaters are back. WHAT. WHY. CAuse their lunch got away. WE LIKE HIM. Ah. Alright. I CAN'T DO THAT. What do you mean, “you can't do that” I can't do any of that! I'm on ice cream. Oh shit, he's on ice cream. MAYA RUDOLPH. DId someone say OH —------, THEY'RE BACK ICE CREAM?! Sorry, i didn't do this on purpos– COSMIC AVENGER –but I did. Fuck. Someone go fuckin get that guy before he ROCK KESHA! KESHA! KITE. Hey, look–I am so–so sorry about this… Whatever. It's not my fault. It was like this “Jimmy Fallon” was following me everywhere. WHAT. You thought i made that up?! THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. DUH. WTF. It's you again. IT's me again. Where is What. Where's what. Where's Wolf? Somewhere, I'm sure. Don't worry, yo. I'm sure it's not the real Jimmy Fallon; They're jus using him to implant my brain waves with leftist doctrine. Did you say ‘doctorate'? And also, sapiosexuality. “The Seven Souls of Sai The Saige” Sai and Psy The Saige are two halves of one; Counterparts, opposites, in fact— I don't want to do this anymore… I could feel the bags form under my eyes, the bath was run and I was due to release at least one episode today, but was rather being persuade to hard release, as I had intended; multi-part episodes recorded before I had fallen into silence, after another attack–a spiritual attack, which had left me in a raging bout of suicide and uncertainty–uncertainty, that is, as to whether the human race could be reclaimed from evil at all–as no one seemed to care for spirit or justice more than I, and however true it might have seemed, I was probably wrong, and for whatever reason, just trapped amongst these animals for whatever reason–perhaps to convey this message, that love would triumph over hate; but how could i preach such things now feeling another–it was as if I had been beaten or raped with no way at all to retaliate on my attacker, and still threatened by this force, some motorist who tore up and down my block at all hours, ripping me from the delicate rest I so craved and needed, as if it were the force which had destroyed all mankind itself, a reminder I should so when I wish, leave the world. There were no words left, only music, and no reason to speak, would the words fall upon deaf ears. Mankind as a whole had rotted to its core. Even days later, stil my chest ached, and my breathing shallow–the pain having torn through my heart not once now, but twice–I knew it was an intentional attack, whoever by, protected by evil itself. “How White Supremacy and Privalege are Ruining The Entertainment Industry” An article i'll never write because of terrorists By Whoever, just kill me. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

You want to come to, don't you? I'm not really sure I do… WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I am up, you blind bat! I'm rather more of a goat. I thought it you were a horse! –And to that, I say “Ney” Great . Listen. If you can get all of the Golden Girls and all of the beatles lined up in a row, I'll give you a bucket. What's in the bucket. Nothing, that's the fun of it. hm. Sir Paul McCartney? Uh, I guess. Sir Paul McCartney, you must never die. –I feel like i've heard this somewhere before… Perhaps somewhere before; But here, now. Very well, then. On you go. You know–you look familiar. No, I don't. Are you sure we don't know eachother? I'm not sure of anything, really–and neither should you be. Words to remember, my dear friend. __ So you've been knighted. I'd think it so. but the ceremony were in the morning. ___ Notes Dump II: All those who seek to controll me Will therefore be controlled by me therefore Those who seek to contain me Shall therefore be contained by me Amen JOHN SLATTERY wtf characters is this. idk , it just says “John Slattery” The fuck, man. She doesn't listen. She'll listen to me You think so I know so. Forget it. If she doesn't obey me– She's not going to obey anybody– Especially you; Whoever it is you think you are. Whatever, asshole. That's right; I'm an asshole. So that's Captain Asshole To you, motherfucker! [There's a Surf Club in Brooklyn] Mister Cellophane {The Printing Press} - pop Up Club Toot it and boot it “The telepathic deadmau5” Whatever that is Ooh shit, here we go again with this motherfucker [The 4th Dimensional Jimmy Fallon's telepathy becomes extremely keenly developed, with the more time he spends intentionally looking into the eye of the many cameras used to film the shows h appears on, exponentially increasing over the expanse of his career–as he soon finds out, his peers have also developed this seemingly unique ability, however, each person who has gained this ability has also developed an individual; intrinsic and respectively specific skill within his or herself which allows each person who possess this telepathy to limit/inhibit this at his or her own will or desire Whatever. JIMMY FALLON YOU RAT MOTHERFUCKER. I'm not a rat! I'm a weasel! AH! YEAH? YEAH, FORREAL. WELL, FUCK YOU, YOU WEASEL MOTHERFUCKER. FOR WHAT. i'M GONNA KILL YOU. That's readily apparent–BUT WHY? [The mobster lunges for Jimmy] AHH. I NEED CONTEXT. [He lunges for Jimmy again] AHH CONTINUITY. CONTINUTIY. Oh damn. So he really can shapeshift into. Just about –Just about anything. Fuck you. [The syndicate crime organization which Patrick has become involved with has become mistrustful and uncertain of his straightforward and clean-cut demeanor; He is forcibly injected with a combination of heroin and cocaine to ensure that he is trustworthy to continue within the organization, and his reputation is put into jeopardy as his occasional recreational use curtails into a habit, which he hides, as his new promotion to Head of Programming, in addition to his continuing role as the host of a primetime late night talk show are both put at stake. Patrick , a young and eager writer and performer, begins his career as a remarkably clean-cut and good-hearted young man, with an almost heroic sensibility of naivety, besides his impressively professional tolerance for high volumes of alcohol, and primarily hidden vice for cigarettes.] What is that. (mockingly) Heh. “what's that?” [Patrick shrugs, and grimaces, as if to say “whatever, then”] It's just some ye-yo. (uninterested) Oh. [He suddenly becomes slightly more hostile, as if provoked by Patrick's nonchalance] You down for some ye? Hah, i'm straight. (squinting) You sure? Yeah. Come on! Don't be so stiff. (defensively) I'm not “stiff” I'm just– (insisting, drawing closer Try it. (not backing down, but stern) I'm good. [The two are face-to-face, the room becomes quiet.] Try it. Nah. [His eyes widen; he appears offended.] I insist. [Patrick silently declines, attempting to stand up.] CONT'D Seriously? You know what– [The tension has risen; Patrick inwardly understands there's no escape; He swallows nervously, he is trapped, and surrounded by the crew of gangsters.] Sit. [He pushes Patrick down, holding his arms to his sides.] -___- We'll get back to that later. Damn shit show is intense. I know I haven't even found the real deep stuff yet. Yikes. I hope you weren't intending for Fallon to play this! Oh please! I don't even think he's capable of palating a show like this. That's an insult. No, it isn't. The man's a genius; but, a comic genius. You remember when Sandler did all that serious shit? What serious shit? Exactly. DOC BROWN THis is some serious shit. Not yet, Emmmmit. What do you mean, “not yet”? I haven't much time left, you know. Whatever! You're going to live forever! (Amen) I'm ma stressin Flexin my God complex ‘n / complexion I'm on Lex and, I'm not lost I'm just walkin in the wrong direction, To throw ‘em all off, N keep them steady guessin! your deviation from the media signifies your obedience of this law. What law. Wait. Where'd you go. [ILLUMINATi] HELLO? They tried to curse her name, But had forgot that it was Their ow; Therefore they cursed themselves, Set her free, and sent her home– The curse was meant to kill, so she'd always be alone– instead , she rose above the world, to sit upon the thrown HEr name became an honor, to which it was bestowed, the crown she wore upon her head, To show the curse had broken. –C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe Esha's Life Begins to Change drastically and rapidly, once the blood oath is set– PATRICK Oh, by the way, I've published your book. ESHA I'm Sorry– PATRICK (interjecting) –don't apologize… ESHA CON'T –you w-what? PATRICK This– [Esha gasps in shock.] ESHA How did you– PATRICK The artwork is beautiful– ESHA Patrick–! PATRICK It's your design, of course. ESHA How did you– PATRICK How did I what? ESHA …This was on canvas! PATRICK Was. Now it's the cover of your book. ESHA “My book…” _______ [As the workplace tension rises between Patrick and Esha and a strong romance begins to bloom, however unrequited between them, Patrick begins to return Esha's rejections with practical jokes, which sometimes backfire quite tragically, to Patrick's guilt and shame.] Patrick spits int Esha's Mango Lassi as she completes a task across the room , unseen) (he does this playfully, however and not out of spite, as since their fated intertwining within the blood oath, the two have shared such intimacies that this is only a ‘minor' contamination; they are, after all, bound by blood.) Esha sits back at her desk unwittingly, stirs her Mango lassi with the straw, and takes a sip of the refreshing drink.] ESHA Mm. [Patrick smiles maniically] LILLITH enters, walking past ESHA's desk and glancing at her, stopping short of greeting her, distracted by her refreshment.] LILLITH Ooh! That looks good. Can I try some? ESHA Sure! [Patrick's eyes widen, but he attempts not to react; LILLITH takes a sip.] LILLITH Ooh, that is good. [she takes another sip} [PATRICK keeps his hands in his pockets, biting his tongue, hiding that he is inwardly horrified; he rubs his eyes.] LILLITH yum . Grandma. You've got to try this. VIVIAN, passing by gestures to ESHA, who shrugs nonchalantly and nods a “go ahead” [PATRICK might explode; but he hides it well; VIVIAN Takes a sip.] VIVIAN That is delicious. LILLITH I know, right? VIVIAN Thank you, Esha. LILLITH Yeah, thanks. [Vivian and Lillith walk away; Esha gestures warmly and stirs the drink again, taking another sip before putting it down, looking at Patrick unassumingly, however, somewhat knowingly.] [PATRICK'S nostrils flare, he keeps his hands in his pockets and grimaces] [beat] “Jigsaw” [Patric finishes Esha' Puzzle, then frames it, as a romantic gesture. However, this very explicitly angers her, and she charges him; This is the first time he, or we as the audience has ever seen Esha in a fit of rage, or breaking her usually dry and collected composure. She enters his office, infuriated She smashes the framed puzzle across his desk; the puzzle and glass shatter, scattering impressively in an explosion of glass, wood shards, and puzzle pieces. PATRICK Good morning! ESHA You FINISHED MY PUZZLE. PATRICK –I thought you'd like that ESHA –YOU– [She begins throwing things off of Patrick's desk; starting with an awards trophy which appears to be an Oscar, then launching his bobble heads and finally, hulk smashing the cappuccino machine. PATRICK WOAH! ESHA –I WAS WORKING ON THE END FOR MONTHS. [She continues to destroy his office.] PATRICK HEY–wait, really? ESHA YES. PATRICK …It was so simple… [He has never witnessed this side of Esha before, and despite the destruction is quite amused. He snickers.] ESHA THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU? [Patrick sips his drink.] PATRICK I guess you could say i'm “puzzled” ESHA AGH [HULK SMASHES CAPPUCCINO MACHINE, as it is the last thing on his desk.] PATRICK OK?! [ESHA more satisfied/calmly pours out the remainder of his coffee; Now he's at the very least kind of upset. He sighs; She exits calmly.] VIVIAN peeks into the office as she passes ESHA exiting the doorway; a small crowd has gathered to gawk, but for the most part it's ‘business as usual', with most of the team assuming PATRICK has simply been up to his tendencies; In fact, he has, however, His relationship with ESHA has become quite complex, as due to his marriage and family, ESHA's continual rejection of his romantic sentiments, despite their explicit interminglings has left him befuddled, and consistently strategizing a way to earn her trust, as she seems an impenetrable wall, and hides a certain mysterious darkness. lol , Eli Scruggs, Man. Man, I wish. I love this scene though. LATER Eshareturns to her new home (an incredible modified loft in midtown, with a cast iron spiral staircase, stained windows, exposed brick, and exotic wood floors; Oh yeah, cause that one part where VICTOR You burned down her house? PATRCICK I bought it, first. And Insured it. VICTOR Woah. PATRICK Well, it was already insured. Lol damn this dude is a boss. Yeap. Fallon couldn't handle this. Nope. So who plays Esha? Idk. Some pretty light skinned girl. How light skinned. Light skinned enough to be an ingenue. Is she the ingenue? Almost. Kind of. Wtf. right . [Everything at first looks normal, until she reaches the downstairs bathroom/washroom door to find it closed (which is unusual She nervously looks abround, then notices under the door, one single puzzle piece – she opens the door; an avalanche of puzzle pieces falls to her feet; the entire room is filled floor to ceiling with puzzle pieces. EARLIER: Patrick sits in the rafters/air conditioning vent with a shop vacuum (in reverse) full of puzzle pieces, (a vacuum he has ‘borrowed' from the studio from the prop room of a show in which contestants are put into a translucent box to attempt to grab money as it flies into the air) He fills her entire washroom with the pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle Esha, who neither appears to be angry or otherwise, hauls the pieces out in large garbage bags, , then carrying them into the master loft, a two-level space in which the lower level houses her art studio, where she finds a giant frame hanging from the roof on suspension chains; The camera pans outward with ESHA center, within this giant frame, creating in itself a picturesque vision, herself a painted picture, as she sorts through the pieces atop her bed Now I have your eyes, And you have mine We are we n The mind of The Eye This bond surpass Any test of time I am I now sign it. Uhhh.. Oh, th taste of tears To be bound by blood The cure of the oath The blessing of both Oneess [Patrick's children are somewhat all like him in some way; Effectively, they are hilarious? PATRICK This one does tricks. See! Hazel! Hazel is so effin cute. I know huh. She's like Sally Draper + Sally Draper ++ Goddamn. Yeah. Cute. Woah. Right. Anyway. HAZEL Huh. PATRICK Do a backflip. HAZEL Ok, daddy. [HAZEL attempts a backflip, but fails.] PATRICK. Fuck. [Face down, waves her arm as if to signal “i'm alright”, but clearly is inured.] PATRICK (taking a drink) Call the paramedic, HAZEL I'm okay, though! [She lifts her head up and appears shaken, however smiling–her eyes welted and nose running.] I'm okay. PATRICK No, bab, don't– HAZEL (cracking her neck) I'm okay. PATRICK Don't–your neck… HAZEL (walking it off, sighing) I'm okay, daddy. PATRICK Maybe just the chiropractor. Oh, My God Is it Esha n this scene? I can't remember if it's Esha or the nanny. Did he not fuck the therapist? I mean, that's later. Is it? I guess. Continuity. Whatever. We are as one The Mind of the Eye The Divinity of One. JOHN SLATTERY as THE MAYOR OF Which place idk Lol this dude is forreal always a politician. He looks like a politician. Look. MAYOR OF NY I think we may have found something of yours… [INT. JFK AIRPORT. NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, DAY.] MAYOR OF LA Where? MAYOR OF NEW YORK The airport. MAYOR OF LA Which airport. MAYOR OF NEW YORK JFK MAYOR OF LA I need you to ground that plane. MAYOR OF NEW YORK How? MAYOR OF LA By Any Means Nessesary. Lol that's it. Yup. Then it just ends. I fucking guess. I guess! Lol She is beautiful Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Dear God, Bring us together so that we shall prosper- in spirit, in body, in mind, and soul, as one, as we are Love, The Divine We are not alike, we are the same Please God bring me to life so that I ma meet the father of m future children, so that I might overcome poverty, find success, and great happiness, so that I can complete my journey of creating a family, to give birth to and raise more children, in a new and happy hope and marriage. Amen. As the sun draws upon my window at this hour, I call upon the dawning of a new eero of love, light and happiness, for all that I am and all who enter my presence, look upon me, know my artforms, or take part in my honor, the many plentiful endeavors and endowments of the great and holy divine, God almighty Amen C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe I thank you and humbly ask for you Great and Divine, Honorable protection, my dear lord, so that I might only know love, happiness, success, and great praise. Okay, so i did very briefly shapeshift into Steve Bucemi last night. Are you certain? I– [THE MAN IN THE MIRROR is STEVE BUCEMI] …whatever. I'm going back to bed. I'd highly recommend that. You can't forget a face like that. On that note, I think i'm into crustpunks. You want. I–oh yeah. Yes? Yes, please. GODDAMMIT. What. It's this stupid game. I can't get out of this effin trap. Oh. “oh” Have you tried, like– Tried like, what? I've tried everything. Just hit ‘escape' What? That's not gonna work. Have you tried it? No, that's stupid. You said you tried everything. Yeah, but that's–0 Just try it. GET UP, DILLON FRANCIS. GodDAMMIT. He's out cold. I'm not! i'm getting up. Jesus Christ, dawg. How are yout this much of a fuckin wook. I'm not “wook” You ARE wook. Jesus. Jesus is here. How are you more of a wook than Jimmy Fallon? That dude is like ancient. I'm not wook. You are wook. meanwhile WEEKEND UPDATE returns with a not-safe-for-work-or-TV Special. Oh no. Is that why SHH. SHUT UP. OH, YEAH, iT'S ON MOTHAFUCKA Dude. you can't wear suits to a rave like that. CAN uhm , CAN. Wtf man. Apparently, all the late night guys are like in competition with eachother. DUH. Even the dudes that are on the same network. DUH. Christ, kid, you are sloooooooooowwww. ….-_- which Seth are you again? The important one. Whatever. Just get Jon Stewart the fuck out of here before *michielf* Fucking christ. So wait, this is This is everybody. Can you explain to me why I blacked out on top of my kitchen table this morning? I can't actually explain that, no. SETH MEYERS (sipping coffee) Well, I can. UGH. AIGH. OHOKAY. UNCLE. UNCLE!!! AAAAAAHHHHAAAAA. Damn, you know it's gotta be close to th end if we've over here got [JIMMY FALLON at a RAVE ] Oh no. That can't be right. No, i can't do that . No one will recognize Chill, it's fan-fiction So you're a fan, then. No. But i'm sure you have them, somewhere. Aha. Ha. JIMMY FALLON'S #1 Fan Besides his– LET'S SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT, FOR NOW, OKAY. I will never, literally ever let you live that down. Shut up, clever. SHut your face. IT wa the aliens, okay! Aliens. BEFORE: [Aliens] Who, what, him? {Jimmy Fallon} JUICE. OKay. Wtf, what the everliving fuck is that? Captain Hook REmix of Psychic Experence Breaks down reaeeeeal hard at around 4:30 What the fuck do they want with Fallon?! I don't know Is that him Yep. Delicious. Oh shit. The purple people eaters are back. WHAT. WHY. CAuse their lunch got away. WE LIKE HIM. Ah. Alright. I CAN'T DO THAT. What do you mean, “you can't do that” I can't do any of that! I'm on ice cream. Oh shit, he's on ice cream. MAYA RUDOLPH. DId someone say OH —------, THEY'RE BACK ICE CREAM?! Sorry, i didn't do this on purpos– COSMIC AVENGER –but I did. Fuck. Someone go fuckin get that guy before he ROCK KESHA! KESHA! KITE. Hey, look–I am so–so sorry about this… Whatever. It's not my fault. It was like this “Jimmy Fallon” was following me everywhere. WHAT. You thought i made that up?! THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. DUH. WTF. It's you again. IT's me again. Where is What. Where's what. Where's Wolf? Somewhere, I'm sure. Don't worry, yo. I'm sure it's not the real Jimmy Fallon; They're jus using him to implant my brain waves with leftist doctrine. Did you say ‘doctorate'? And also, sapiosexuality. “The Seven Souls of Sai The Saige” Sai and Psy The Saige are two halves of one; Counterparts, opposites, in fact— I don't want to do this anymore… I could feel the bags form under my eyes, the bath was run and I was due to release at least one episode today, but was rather being persuade to hard release, as I had intended; multi-part episodes recorded before I had fallen into silence, after another attack–a spiritual attack, which had left me in a raging bout of suicide and uncertainty–uncertainty, that is, as to whether the human race could be reclaimed from evil at all–as no one seemed to care for spirit or justice more than I, and however true it might have seemed, I was probably wrong, and for whatever reason, just trapped amongst these animals for whatever reason–perhaps to convey this message, that love would triumph over hate; but how could i preach such things now feeling another–it was as if I had been beaten or raped with no way at all to retaliate on my attacker, and still threatened by this force, some motorist who tore up and down my block at all hours, ripping me from the delicate rest I so craved and needed, as if it were the force which had destroyed all mankind itself, a reminder I should so when I wish, leave the world. There were no words left, only music, and no reason to speak, would the words fall upon deaf ears. Mankind as a whole had rotted to its core. Even days later, stil my chest ached, and my breathing shallow–the pain having torn through my heart not once now, but twice–I knew it was an intentional attack, whoever by, protected by evil itself. “How White Supremacy and Privalege are Ruining The Entertainment Industry” An article i'll never write because of terrorists By Whoever, just kill me. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Join us in this enlightening episode as we dive into the world of business with our special guest, Colin Yeap. Colin brings a wealth of experience and knowledge, sharing his unique perspectives on business growth, market trends, and leadership. Whether you're a budding entrepreneur or a seasoned executive, Colin's insights are sure to spark new ideas and strategies for success in your business endeavors.   Highlights:   "Innovation isn't just about technology; it's about the mindset of constantly seeking improvement." "The key to successful leadership today is influence, not authority." "Understanding your customer is not a one-time task; it's an ongoing journey."   Contact Collin: Email: contact@businesspodcast.com Twitter: @BusinessPod LinkedIn: Business Podcast Network   Timestamps:   00:00 - Introduction 02:15 - Starting in Real Estate 05:30 - First Property Story 10:45 - Learning from Mistakes 15:00 - Creative Financing Strategies

Sean is away travelling to the Great White North this week. Luckily, Paul and Jon are here to talk a bunch about FORTNITE! Yeap, that's pretty much it! Hope you like news. The Game Awards happened! We go over those announcements, GTA VI trailer finally comes out, The Day Before is a scam, Epic wins monopoly lawsuit against Google, E3 is finally fully dead and Death Stranding is coming to theaters. TDP GOTY Survey: https://forms.gle/oCb8PVZDDEyP254B6 Enjoy the show? Consider supporting it at https://www.patreon.com/topdownperspective

Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. My documents is glitching Must be witchcraft (Or Glitchcraft, my other alias) As it's getting close to Christmas *hoodness* Niggas, man. My butt keeps getting bigger, man Suit up for the sermon I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni Since SupaSunday survs. Ahem. Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater— You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame: Well here it is, That's what your name is: Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater Comma and all And fuck Mike Roberts Sr For beating your mother— (Cause you need her.) What goes around comes around With these words, I defeat you Can't afford feed you; So here go the demons Try eating em. I try meeting men Looking lean and thin, But that's besides the point— Anoint myself in oil, Cause what it boils down to is I'll spoil my kid However I see fit Using the music I do Cause you couldn't Enough of that I get reminded of the past daily, It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters Dirty white Nikes And train riders with anxiety Sitting by me That knee shaking thing, And coughing “He must hate me”, I think Cause he never could have loved me To put a curse on Poor son Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets —but I got nothin My father ain't got a lawyer So I'm undercover Till supacree comes back To smoke you Keep smoking You see me on TV You don't know me I don't owe nobody nothing And feeding informants Father for the punishments and judgements Try punching a light skin You like this? It's not lyrics I write //return to sender// Just like this Get out of my face With the crazy shit! You made me do this, Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then, Just for the record, I don't need medical attention Unless it's part of the decision to let me in To an Ivy legume college On scholarship So check to complex rhymes, man Check out the complex I'm not gonna fight over a man, *laughs* That's just madness and Satanic, I'm way past hate and angst; Please! The “Prince of Peace” Is reading this Vengeful and revenge seeking Cause I promise I'm not confrontational, Multi-national linguist, Entertainer of languages, Maker of sandwhiches, And handsome Skrillexes. I riddle this nigga for dinner; For pleasure and other reasons, The change of the seasons is over It's cold as fuck Like my heart is I'm an artist What the fuck do you want Been made to suffer too long *coughs* Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches— Whoever did this is gonna get it (Unless it's the government) Crumbling under itself for what it did l To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore Over fucking currency— I'm done with earth! If all you want is money to buy stuff Keep struggling and suffering Of love is gone Then so is time And so is I am I am I You wanna kill me?! Now you die. Return to sender. Wife eating little puert ass bitch. Can't forgive someone who never apologized Cause the statute of limitations isn't up I'm not giving up, I love my son; I'll send the aliens to pick him up —A Rendevous; A Coup d'état, An “I love You” from afar, Though I'm lost, Might not come back around, Might be one, might be dos Might be God or just The other one For the love of money Here's a double dose of “Shut the fuck up” With a spoonful of sugar, From the Wrong Mary Poppins Where it pops off, In the long run. Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Idc if I'm an NPC at least I'm not trying to kill people by using weak and immoral individuals susceptible control and possession to attack using psychological terrorism. But whatever. What goes around comes around. All this war that being fought is being fought on stolen sacred land on the graves of the bloodshed of hundreds of thousands. Cough at me all you want Cut me off in the street— Keep sending people to infiltrate my creative spaces and sacred places— I'm not worried. Karma Comes Around -X.

Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. My documents is glitching Must be witchcraft (Or Glitchcraft, my other alias) As it's getting close to Christmas *hoodness* Niggas, man. My butt keeps getting bigger, man Suit up for the sermon I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni Since SupaSunday survs. Ahem. Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater— You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame: Well here it is, That's what your name is: Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater Comma and all And fuck Mike Roberts Sr For beating your mother— (Cause you need her.) What goes around comes around With these words, I defeat you Can't afford feed you; So here go the demons Try eating em. I try meeting men Looking lean and thin, But that's besides the point— Anoint myself in oil, Cause what it boils down to is I'll spoil my kid However I see fit Using the music I do Cause you couldn't Enough of that I get reminded of the past daily, It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters Dirty white Nikes And train riders with anxiety Sitting by me That knee shaking thing, And coughing “He must hate me”, I think Cause he never could have loved me To put a curse on Poor son Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets —but I got nothin My father ain't got a lawyer So I'm undercover Till supacree comes back To smoke you Keep smoking You see me on TV You don't know me I don't owe nobody nothing And feeding informants Father for the punishments and judgements Try punching a light skin You like this? It's not lyrics I write //return to sender// Just like this Get out of my face With the crazy shit! You made me do this, Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then, Just for the record, I don't need medical attention Unless it's part of the decision to let me in To an Ivy legume college On scholarship So check to complex rhymes, man Check out the complex I'm not gonna fight over a man, *laughs* That's just madness and Satanic, I'm way past hate and angst; Please! The “Prince of Peace” Is reading this Vengeful and revenge seeking Cause I promise I'm not confrontational, Multi-national linguist, Entertainer of languages, Maker of sandwhiches, And handsome Skrillexes. I riddle this nigga for dinner; For pleasure and other reasons, The change of the seasons is over It's cold as fuck Like my heart is I'm an artist What the fuck do you want Been made to suffer too long *coughs* Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches— Whoever did this is gonna get it (Unless it's the government) Crumbling under itself for what it did l To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore Over fucking currency— I'm done with earth! If all you want is money to buy stuff Keep struggling and suffering Of love is gone Then so is time And so is I am I am I You wanna kill me?! Now you die. Return to sender. Wife eating little puert ass bitch. Can't forgive someone who never apologized Cause the statute of limitations isn't up I'm not giving up, I love my son; I'll send the aliens to pick him up —A Rendevous; A Coup d'état, An “I love You” from afar, Though I'm lost, Might not come back around, Might be one, might be dos Might be God or just The other one For the love of money Here's a double dose of “Shut the fuck up” With a spoonful of sugar, From the Wrong Mary Poppins Where it pops off, In the long run. Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Idc if I'm an NPC at least I'm not trying to kill people by using weak and immoral individuals susceptible control and possession to attack using psychological terrorism. But whatever. What goes around comes around. All this war that being fought is being fought on stolen sacred land on the graves of the bloodshed of hundreds of thousands. Cough at me all you want Cut me off in the street— Keep sending people to infiltrate my creative spaces and sacred places— I'm not worried. Karma Comes Around -X.

Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. My documents is glitching Must be witchcraft (Or Glitchcraft, my other alias) As it's getting close to Christmas *hoodness* Niggas, man. My butt keeps getting bigger, man Suit up for the sermon I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni Since SupaSunday survs. Ahem. Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater— You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame: Well here it is, That's what your name is: Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater Comma and all And fuck Mike Roberts Sr For beating your mother— (Cause you need her.) What goes around comes around With these words, I defeat you Can't afford feed you; So here go the demons Try eating em. I try meeting men Looking lean and thin, But that's besides the point— Anoint myself in oil, Cause what it boils down to is I'll spoil my kid However I see fit Using the music I do Cause you couldn't Enough of that I get reminded of the past daily, It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters Dirty white Nikes And train riders with anxiety Sitting by me That knee shaking thing, And coughing “He must hate me”, I think Cause he never could have loved me To put a curse on Poor son Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets —but I got nothin My father ain't got a lawyer So I'm undercover Till supacree comes back To smoke you Keep smoking You see me on TV You don't know me I don't owe nobody nothing And feeding informants Father for the punishments and judgements Try punching a light skin You like this? It's not lyrics I write //return to sender// Just like this Get out of my face With the crazy shit! You made me do this, Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then, Just for the record, I don't need medical attention Unless it's part of the decision to let me in To an Ivy legume college On scholarship So check to complex rhymes, man Check out the complex I'm not gonna fight over a man, *laughs* That's just madness and Satanic, I'm way past hate and angst; Please! The “Prince of Peace” Is reading this Vengeful and revenge seeking Cause I promise I'm not confrontational, Multi-national linguist, Entertainer of languages, Maker of sandwhiches, And handsome Skrillexes. I riddle this nigga for dinner; For pleasure and other reasons, The change of the seasons is over It's cold as fuck Like my heart is I'm an artist What the fuck do you want Been made to suffer too long *coughs* Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches— Whoever did this is gonna get it (Unless it's the government) Crumbling under itself for what it did l To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore Over fucking currency— I'm done with earth! If all you want is money to buy stuff Keep struggling and suffering Of love is gone Then so is time And so is I am I am I You wanna kill me?! Now you die. Return to sender. Wife eating little puert ass bitch. Can't forgive someone who never apologized Cause the statute of limitations isn't up I'm not giving up, I love my son; I'll send the aliens to pick him up —A Rendevous; A Coup d'état, An “I love You” from afar, Though I'm lost, Might not come back around, Might be one, might be dos Might be God or just The other one For the love of money Here's a double dose of “Shut the fuck up” With a spoonful of sugar, From the Wrong Mary Poppins Where it pops off, In the long run. Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Idc if I'm an NPC at least I'm not trying to kill people by using weak and immoral individuals susceptible control and possession to attack using psychological terrorism. But whatever. What goes around comes around. All this war that being fought is being fought on stolen sacred land on the graves of the bloodshed of hundreds of thousands. Cough at me all you want Cut me off in the street— Keep sending people to infiltrate my creative spaces and sacred places— I'm not worried. Karma Comes Around -X.

Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. My documents is glitching Must be witchcraft (Or Glitchcraft, my other alias) As it's getting close to Christmas *hoodness* Niggas, man. My butt keeps getting bigger, man Suit up for the sermon I haven't gone frgun surfin as Sunni Since SupaSunday survs. Ahem. Fuck Starr Robert's the wifebeater— You wanna ride on your ex wife'a fame: Well here it is, That's what your name is: Starr Michael Roberts, The Wifebeater Comma and all And fuck Mike Roberts Sr For beating your mother— (Cause you need her.) What goes around comes around With these words, I defeat you Can't afford feed you; So here go the demons Try eating em. I try meeting men Looking lean and thin, But that's besides the point— Anoint myself in oil, Cause what it boils down to is I'll spoil my kid However I see fit Using the music I do Cause you couldn't Enough of that I get reminded of the past daily, It's a regression of Chanpion sweaters Dirty white Nikes And train riders with anxiety Sitting by me That knee shaking thing, And coughing “He must hate me”, I think Cause he never could have loved me To put a curse on Poor son Growing up on McDonald's and hot pockets —but I got nothin My father ain't got a lawyer So I'm undercover Till supacree comes back To smoke you Keep smoking You see me on TV You don't know me I don't owe nobody nothing And feeding informants Father for the punishments and judgements Try punching a light skin You like this? It's not lyrics I write //return to sender// Just like this Get out of my face With the crazy shit! You made me do this, Fuck it, I'll keep pressing the red button then, Just for the record, I don't need medical attention Unless it's part of the decision to let me in To an Ivy legume college On scholarship So check to complex rhymes, man Check out the complex I'm not gonna fight over a man, *laughs* That's just madness and Satanic, I'm way past hate and angst; Please! The “Prince of Peace” Is reading this Vengeful and revenge seeking Cause I promise I'm not confrontational, Multi-national linguist, Entertainer of languages, Maker of sandwhiches, And handsome Skrillexes. I riddle this nigga for dinner; For pleasure and other reasons, The change of the seasons is over It's cold as fuck Like my heart is I'm an artist What the fuck do you want Been made to suffer too long *coughs* Cover your mouth you programmable posessivle depressive sons of bitches— Whoever did this is gonna get it (Unless it's the government) Crumbling under itself for what it did l To the inhabitants of the Divided Fakes of unbearable unaffordable divorced mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers unrecognizable to each other anymore Over fucking currency— I'm done with earth! If all you want is money to buy stuff Keep struggling and suffering Of love is gone Then so is time And so is I am I am I You wanna kill me?! Now you die. Return to sender. Wife eating little puert ass bitch. Can't forgive someone who never apologized Cause the statute of limitations isn't up I'm not giving up, I love my son; I'll send the aliens to pick him up —A Rendevous; A Coup d'état, An “I love You” from afar, Though I'm lost, Might not come back around, Might be one, might be dos Might be God or just The other one For the love of money Here's a double dose of “Shut the fuck up” With a spoonful of sugar, From the Wrong Mary Poppins Where it pops off, In the long run. Bro there has better be a better drop after a monologue like that or I'm gonna be mad at myself for staring into space. (There wasn't.) STAY IN YOUR LANE, STARR THIS AINT A GAME, STARR YOU ARE A LAME, STARR— I AM A GANG-STAR FAME-STAR VAMPIRE FANG-STAR “Dang Starr, Is that your old lady?! YOU MUST'VE REALLY FUCKED UP, DAWG YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, STARR WHAT'S UP STARR?! KILL YOU ON WORLDSTAR GOLDSTAR DON'T START LIKE THE ONLY CAR YOU OWN STARR WOAH, gotta go hit the road, Starr Choke on a pole, Starr So far Karma hit you sitting all alone Starr I'm not sorry! Got a scar on my eye And a scar on my heart! Gasoline and a spark Your whole hearse Just to watch you burn. Reverse the curse You worthless— Whoever her is Deserves ya, The only mother to you son Is the ONE WHO I AM DIE NOW I know it's been awhile but I still have flashbacks The train was Dragging my body Ten whole blocks Between two stops Before anyone noticed I jumped Not even the driver It was a long ride up It was a long ride back It was a long way there I took the wrong way out I took the long way home I took the long way gone I took took the long way around I took the local I took the local I took the local I took the local “Be careful of mirrors” Haven't looked in the mirror since Mirrored rocks and mirrored doors open. I was hoping… A split decusion, impulsive I jumped before I even thought of it Subtropics lol subtropics Ganja White Night Liquid Stranger Excision Space Laces Space Jesus Four Tet Clap tone Urban flora Marian Hill Blunts N Blondes Got most of these, still need a couple more albums to start my apprenticeship in dubstep. Lol “Bass music” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Idc if I'm an NPC at least I'm not trying to kill people by using weak and immoral individuals susceptible control and possession to attack using psychological terrorism. But whatever. What goes around comes around. All this war that being fought is being fought on stolen sacred land on the graves of the bloodshed of hundreds of thousands. Cough at me all you want Cut me off in the street— Keep sending people to infiltrate my creative spaces and sacred places— I'm not worried. Karma Comes Around -X.

The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

The bellow of a faraway beast A far cry from where I belong I still haven't opened my eyes in a while A flash brings me back to the time As where I am Gone in the run of a mile (or Five of them) Don't call me home I don't wonder no more I'm going to work There's no knock at the door from here Don't try to pull it apart– it's all nonsense Went for a walk, I just haven't been back since It's been years It's been years It's been years; I'm still careful of years “that's all you get” The one love that went awry And awkward, I walk as if I were a toddler Persistence, perseverance Patience, the doctor said Patience, I've more than a doctor –I thought that was clever It's been forever It's been forever It's been a life lived, dear Don't you know you've so many more of them In morse code I said “Want to go home, I've been under the weather” I thought that was clever, Hence the umbrella I put a spell on him– But that's irrelevant Only time could tell But I don't tell him anything He put a spell on me, I was in Hell I guess I learned to spell again, Put the whole world in my head So that it would spin– But that's irrelevant I tend to spend all my time Sending messages into the infinite With no recollection of Anything other than What God wanted I've got no other friends But i've more patients than doctors (I thought that was clever) Persistence, perseverance Plenty of dead friends, and saints Full of patience and practice, The doctor said “I've never done anything like this” Which reminds me, I should be prying my mind open Trying to find someone that might Finance my tripumphs Instead of just crying and trying to find the right time To remind myself: I'm just as mad at my mind For unwinding And time, For fear of dying– As it seems like those around me are Fearful Of leaving here, So unaware that this Model is just one of Hundreds of thousands Just like it A passage of time So insignificant, Just the beginning of Something so infinite It's just forgettable Forgiveness Isn't Figurative Unless it's A punishment for Punching the clock Or Punching your wife Or Giving up easily– Rather, It's indifferent, I figured The world spins Because Its just In my head SEP FROM UNISON Hi. … Hello. SEP FROM UNISON Give me a dollar. … Ok. SEP FROM UNISON Nice. SEP FROM UNISON See ya later. *disappears, but definitely not for forever* … … … Oh good, you're here. Where is this. Your future. Oh? Here, put this on. What is this. Put it on. –okay? Nice *disappears, but probably forever* Huh. L E G E N D S “The Rabbit Hole” GARY. …yes? Did you take out the trash? Not yet. Well– DO THAT. …okay. GARY is a Janitor; he sometimes stares into space for long periods of time, daydreaming that he is a superstar DJ named KASKADE. GARY. He is not. He is a janitor. –sorry. It's a longshot How I loved that backlot Longer than time And I don't know why, but I've got my eyes closed, i'm Turning back time I'm back at Bob Hope Direct from LaGuardia I would take JFK to LAX But I've been next up Now i'm out front iPhone Cameras and Nikons I'm a Icon “Madonna's Falafels” JENNIFER ANNISTON Have another fucking fallafel, I swear. OH MY GOD. JENNIFER ANNISTON Go right ahead. IS THAT A GUN JENNIFER ANNISTON What does it look like? It looks like gun! *takes another bite* Unh… [JENNIFER ANNISTON fires a shot into the roof!] COME ON, THIS IS A RENTAL. [MADONNA comes down the stairs in a bathrobe–a cucumber pops off of one of her eyes.] MADONNA WHAT IS GOING ON. JENNIFER ANNISTON THUNDER THIGHS IS EATING A FALAFEL. MADONNA *eggagerated gasp* IS THAT MY FALLAFEL. I'M SO HUNGRY. *takes another bite* JENNIFER ANNISTON OH! MADONNA GIMMIE THAT GUN You're a sick Individual; And I don't care. You make my life difficult, And I don't care. I'll never be good enough; And I don't care Now it's so obvious; And I don't care It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Yeap, it's a long one. Trying something new here with a mega episode. This weeks theme is balance, finding a way to keep Melee (or ultimate) in our lives while exploring other hobbies or building our adult lives.   Starting off as a competitive player or farming a region, marketing content or working the algorithm, building a community or grinding ranked, we cover a bit of everything with the three sick guests of Ventus, Kogs and Billz.    0:00 - Intro and preamble 0:11:50 - Starting as a competitor & wannabes feedback w/ Ventus 1:17:34 - Pushing top 100 w/ Billz 2:04:35 - Breaking through the content sphere w/ Kogs

It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It's so wrong All that I want from you; You're all I want– And all I've ever gotten It's funny, huh, How it all works out Around the world and back And I'm still the same as I ever was You're all I want, Because y're everything I'm not False flag I might throw in the towl I don't mean to brag but My mind is fowl I live in the gutter With less responsibility, I might be a part animal But– What you see is what you get (If you get me drunk, i'll suck your dic Till the sun comes up, And it sets again) Or was it acid My secret combination A flower in a garden Beg your pardon I got a hard on Honest Look, regardless of what you actually want, I'm going to be the most toxic thing that ever happened to you. Promise. Thats about the only promise i can make. Moe toxic than AIDS. You have AIDS. Anything can be arranged. You would do that just to spite me? I would do anything just to spite you, Dillon Francis. This is the worst. This is the worst, ever. EAT THE BRATWURST. NAAEEERR. EAAT THE SAUSAGE. NOOO–AAAHHH. JUST–EAT IT. AHHHHHHHH. This story takes forever to tell. Well, it's going to have to be less than forever. For what. WE DON'T HAVE TIME. This version of me likes everything spicy. That's it? That's the only difference? –and does a lot of cocaine. Oh. That's Nice. *snifs* nice . Hey. Hey. Hold this. *leaves* …haha. What, dude. I'm gonna kill you in your sleep. You wanna know what's fucked up? No. I have dirty little secrets no one should know about– –Christ– –And people know about them. I'm just gonna stay over here in the safezone. What “safezone”? This dude is about to blow you off the map. I'm making peace with this. Here, breakfast. What's in this. Eggs. What's going on. Nothing, Skrillex. Go back to bed. -_- Aw. That kid is cute. I know huh. TYLER. Lol. who the fuck is tyler. I don't know. TYLER, GET IN HERE. TYLER is a DILLON FRANCIS. [TYLER] Woah. Whaaat. Ah. What's in a name, anyway? That's it? That's the only difference. Yup. His name's “Tyler” He's fucking perfect. Yeah, except. TYLER! OH MY GOD. WHAT. DId you ever figure out what happened to the- No, not yet. DEADMAU5 I don't respect you. Aww. did you hear that? I heart that. deadmau5 doesn't respect me. that's sad. that is sad. I'm so sad. I'd be sad. now i'm sadmau5. lol So. Wait. Mmhmm. I'm–deadmau5. Yes. So that means. WHAT IS THIS CRISIS. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am. DADMAU5. What did you do. I dug up a lot of pasts. PASTS. And brought them to the present. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Jesus. I don't understand. Please, please stop this. I can't. It's happened. PART I: Skrillex left me stranded in New York. SKRILLEX I'M A GOD. PART II: Revenge. ME Revenge!? What revenge! I don't want revenge on Skrillex–It's SKRILLEX. SKRILLEX DIE MOTHERFUCKER. *dies* This dude has been winning for like 7 seasons straight. Make that 8. 8 Seasons Straight. Wait. What was that dream I had last night I hope she remembers. It was something important. Don't tell mom about this. Mom about what. [Explosion] OH MY GOD. Listen, i'm gonna try to hold this motherfucker down, for as long as I can– Do that. But eventually–it's going to get up and eat something–or everything–including me–because, well– [WORST DRAGON EVER] It's a dragon, and that's what it does. COELACANTH GROWLS Look. I can't keep feeding this thing bananas. I'm going broke. I'm pretty sure if you don't feed this thing bananas, whatever's going to happen is worse. What's worse than being broke in New York City. My God, you're right. Well. COELACANTH GROWLS AGAIN. That's it, buddy! NO more bananas COELACANTH ??? NO — MORE —- BANANAS. [the box is empty] See? What did you do. Nothin. WHAT DID YOU DO. Don't touch me. Why are you squinting like that. Uh. Cause I have eyes. You have a secret. Everyone has secrets. YOU'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM ME. Alright, buddy. Alright, that's a synchronicity: i gotta go. Where are you going? To get some dick. EW. Arguably. That's gross. I'm–pretty gross. Ugh! See ya. Or not. Whatever. Sorry to say “I'm sorry” So, so Sonny doesn't love me, no more Okay I'll jus curl up under my Security blanket It's a curse, sure it is I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I'm sorry to say “i'm sorry” So he don't love me, huh That's awful So what was it all for Homework Somehow, I just go back and forth That's the way to move forward Sure, it is–it's a curse *cough* a lovely photographer, Sorry I loved him before But it's awful now Take me home (Whatever that was) No worries I write myself blank checks Jim Carrey me home (whatever that means) Cause I've been homeless so long And nobody wants me It's just a bee sting, But don't eat honey No worries I've been under the radar famous Haven't been the same sense Same senses: six of them Don't even know what today is __ It's just a sex thing; I don't want the rest of you That she can have Your other less-than-half I still have a percentage (Nonsense) I still want to grab at your– (Aha) First things first, And last things last All of these past lives I get the last laugh If that's your first wife Good luck, getting it right God knows I tried God knows when I'm crying, And still doesn't like it So much for colorblind Automatic shades, and motorized blind What a lovely time to find A tie that binds Sugar and spice That's mild, Compared to your wild eyes And the trials I've Tested thorough lik vials (or, test tubes, right) That's the best cube, right The latest edition I've had my eye on It's just a distraction I haven't the slightest idea What an Ion is, Beyond science and mathematics, This magic campaign A pain in my ass, Dillon Francis That's what that is I left that Amethyst At your Grandma's. What. “To Gradmother's House We Go” I don't think this is a good plan– This is the plan. –at all. I don't wanna talk to Dillon's Grandma. Dillon Francis. Gross. Listen, that's the only way. But what if she's racist. She's a super old white lady. Of course she's racist. MEANWHILE, IN CROATIA [Speaking in croatian] Damn. This is fucked up. I think we went back too far. WAIT JUST A COTTON - PICKIN MINUTE. WHO'S COTTON- PICKING? Oh God, stop this. My eye is in the Sky– (My eye is in the sky) I'm always by your side My eye is in the sky YOu keep asking me what I want, Like I know the answer! Like, I know the answer– But like, you're not gonna like it, I mean you might, And I could try to divide by 5 To get the answer right, But not tonight I'm too busy dying I guess i”m a dick rider. Right, I'm just– A big writer, Provided I'm onto my idol Or icon Drawing on dollars, A white collar criminal It's simple This isn't my passion– But it's my talent; Whatever, I'll have to work at it Addition, subtraction (Erect, or dysfunctional) Truly poetic, but lets keep it classy I'm passing it on my my agent, He'll have a laugh at it. So it's been another ten years; Here we are, In the place that i built If you're so fond of me , How about you follow me Into the next life, Onward, and into the darkness Oh! You can see in the dark now? You succubus! Isolate all of us, Bring you up high till you fall down The irony is, I'm not ungrateful, I just feel as if I've slightly earned it (Just a little bit) Honest to God, I'm just a mediocre talen But at the very least, at the end of it I can just laugh and pretend It didn't happen Fellas, You ever been shit on by two women At the same time, (not literally– but , ust out o f curiosity, If i was being seriously literal, How many of you Would have still said yes, By a raise of hands? Or, lets just have all the Supersta DJs stand up (Every single fan would give you a hand job!) Just remember the guy holding The sign at Trader Joe's in the back of the store that says “The line starts here” doesn't get paid anymore Than the guy taking a nap in the bathroom Or the chick who's crying on her “Fuck it, I quit!” –But Hailey, we needed the second income Gotta start somewhere “–I just need a plunger” Better try elsewhere, bud It'll be well into next year, before I get anywhere with this Dillon Francis Shit. Fuck. I did it again I let my obsessions slip In the deadmau5, a false flag In the big relay race to Skrillex —and I can't image how backed up his inbox is with pictures of ass and tits on Anyday of the year, but especially, this– Happy Birthday, kid. Now where's the pinata? I oughtta wish him a bat to the head For the shit he said And he blasted that bathroom snapchat pic All over the internet It's all over the internet Better yet, I'm on the black market, I just bought it for a dollar I bet i could show you how wrong you are with just a remark Suck my balls, fart. That guy's a lot to handle. Didn't I start this off with something more poetic? I bet, but got stuck in a mousetrap I hope you're happy, you know Actually, I'm hoping it turns out tragic Haven't you ever run out of your magic? Wait, nobody has that. It was. All just. In. Your. Head. Wake. UP. Hey kid, What's the plan for tomorrow? (Hopefully more falafels, but probably not, thought) Uh, I gotta show up at the post office, *facepalm* Another Dillon Francis reference Forget I ever had instagram ( haven't yet So, what's the plan then? More bacon on my bacon. Okay, Mr. Miserable, I get we're incompatible, But i”m an animal, Or at least the bi-product of something Or somesuch Fuck it, I give all the way up. Hey kid, If i jump in front of a train (and don't make it) How am I gonna explain this? I almost forgot how When pretty girls turn evil They get ugly Huh I guess I should humble up and consider us equals huh hey satan I wish I could just – Forget it I wish i could just Forget it I wish i could just Forget it Any other kind of way, And i could go crazy on a day like this Okay, Dillon Francis. You have my blessing. I–what. You have my blessing. For what. You love this girl. CONT'D Then marry her. Wait, do what. So it's settled! Wait. You're getting married. DILLON FRANCIS IS ENGAGED. YES. whaaaaat . MAZEL TOV, MOTHERFUCKER. Wait. *CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS SELF* YESSSSSSSSS. ohmygod. Wait, why are you so happy? Because! *MORE CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS* Wow. What's going on. When Dillon Francis gets married, I get pizza. What's so special about pizza. CHEESE. Oh, so it's cheese, you want? Stop comin' up in my dreams, motherfucker! These are my dreams. Well, that's gross! Is it. Why are we we at McDonalds? When else am I gonna eat at McDonalds. You're right. I'm always right. Maybe that's why you're so miserable. Yeap, pretty much. Where's your head? In the shop. FLASHBACk: Ū stabs DEADMAU5 through the head with her SPEAR. That's it? It's just a “spear?” It doesn't have a cool name or anything like that? No, it literally only exists like, once. It's an ancillary rave weapon? No, it's–it's just a spear. (FROM THIS SCENE) Ū is sharpening a spear, unaasumingly, when deadmau5 casually walks in. What's that spear for? [Deadmau5 enters unassumingly] YAH. Ū dramatically jabs spear into the left eye of the mau5 helmet, precisely through the center of the ‘X', and consequently through his head it sparks and glitches, before turning ‘off', as his body begins bleeding profusely, dying against the wall. HOOOOO YOOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK. *everyone is shocked*, but Ū seems unbothered entirely, if not bored. You killed deadmau5 Well, you asked. I asked why you had a spear! –And i demonstrated. OH MY GOD. Lol demon-strated. YOU KILLED DEADMAU5 Don't worry, he'll be back. Hi, yes, I'd like a large cheese pizza. What are you doing. Extra cheese. Sunni. What does it look like i'm doing. Ordering a pizza. Cause i'm ordering a pizza! Fuck! Hello. Yeah, sorry. Sunni. WHAT. SHUT UP. You're strictly vegan. Well, now i'm vegetarian. Shut up. sunni! What!? THE FUCK. It's in your contract. So is this. What. What. Do you want pizza? Sunni. Make that two pizzas. Sunni Yes, both extra cheese. Ok. Sunni. Shut up. Ok. Sunni SHUT UP. No not you! Apologies. Ok. Use the intercom. Peace. *hangs up* Fuck yeah. Fuck Dillon Francis. Sunni, what are you doing? I'm–going for a swim. In my pool. No, I mean. What. You have sponsorship with like 8 Stictly Pro-Vegan companies. I also have sponsorship with Walmart. WAL * MART That's not the point. What's the point? You're being avoidant. I–always avoid you. You have contracts! That's why I avoid you. With huge companies! Yeah, well. Tonight I'm having pizza in my hot tub. You can't just. Trust me, Maybel. IT's- I have another contract that I promise, overrides any other contract. Hands down. What's this got to do with Dillon Francis. NOTHIN. *phone rings* YO. Ugh. Yeah, Come over. Sunni! I ordered pizza. [later, in the hot tub] Nevermind, next scene! Ah NO! What! (Don't worry, I know how it goes.) “What do you want?” It's as if the entire universe was asking in tandem, in every way it could, what I really wanted–almost forcing me to recollect: what did I actually want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Well, for the most part, I wanted to live. Okay, you're alive. No, I promise, i'm dead as fuck. Well, if i'm dead, then, it doesn't really matter if I SHUT UP. What? JUST SHUT UP. Uhm. UGH. Before KA has even realized, KU has disappeared entirely. He is left in the expanse of the outer darkness alone–and perhaps, even, for the first time in his existence–afraid. A look of worry and fear reflect in his eyes, ever growing darker by the fading light of the distant cosmos as he stands at once still in the enclave of nonexistence. TO BE CONTINUED Honestly, though– I just wanna get like, really hot, and like Fuck a bunch of good looking white dues I mean, really good looking Smart ones Probably do that, eat a bunch of whole, healthy foods Cook more healthy shit Bake pies Fuck some more –and forget I ever even tried to make music. Lol And maybe while i'm doing that I can popo out a couple kids Make sure the one i've got doesn't have to weigh like 500 pounds, Publish some of my books, Play video games And forget about what a DJ is or what they do Unless I occasionally show up to a festival To get shitfaced And be really hot, Like I never got to be in my teens, Or in my 20's –But on the other hand, If i can't do any of that– I don't know, not exactly live my hopes and dreams, cause , you know– Everything i've just described in the above parenthetical Isn't nesseicarily me living my dreams, Or even “Living my best life” Cause if i'm living my best iife I'm headlining EDC, (Before getting shitfaced), And, I don't know, Not maybe fucking like an entire football team of good looking hite dudes –I mean really good looking– Smart ones– But like, just one– Whose hopes and dreams align with mine, and maybe I don't know, Isn't a nightmare? But that's pushing it. Taht's wild to think about: Me living my best life actually is pursuing all of my passions One of which is music (Fucking shoot me) and while I don't nessecarily even have a passion in literature– Which is, honestly, More, like, Just a natural talent, For example, How, Even after running 2 miles on the treadmill, Lifting what's around apparently ‘135', (according to some stranger at the gym) And working out to my own mixtape– Not once, but twice– Because i hadn't heard it in so long that I had actually forgotten How goog it was; And, it was so good, I couldn't actually believe it– Like, at all– So instead of listening to another mixtape, I just listened to it again to confirm (With myself) “Damn, that was good” Cause it was– Only to come back to this giant, Piece of shit, Hell hole of a hotel To find that whatever satanic demon seems to have possessed m roommate Actually has the ability to make me want to kill myself For the first time in weeks. So i think about it, After not feeling an ounce of suicidal ideation In the amount of time it's taken to turn a 15 minute mile Into a ten minute mile, A ten minute mile into an Eight Minute Mile, And An Eight minute mile into Two eight minute miles, Nonstop, by the way, Which isn't much by the standards of the people who grew up on Whole foods diet and taking vitamins that Didn't look like Flinstones and taste like sweettarts Cause lets face it: That's sweet tarts, right? –but it is impressive to me I impressed myself; I cured 30 years of trauma and depression by eating exclusively at Whole Foods Market And going to the gym every day Even if its for 5 minutes Every Single Day With the exception of– You know When my roomate's depression gets so bad It becomes contagious, and exhausting to the point that I can only listen to the 48 laws of power on repeat So many times And can't help on my life to think about her When it gets to the law that states That you can die of other people's misery. Cause you can, And I almost did, So i consider myself, these days to be more dead than alive, or to have never lived Cause i've got Skrillex on a world tour dancing around in one side of my brain and, deadmau5 swinging his dick around somewhere in my subconcious –and of course, Dillon Francis somewhere between my funny bone And my frontal lobe wreaking more havoc on my psyche than any man should have the ability to, but - Again, I've come so far And fought so hard just Trying to live or at least Trying to catch up To the caucasians And sometimes, but rarely asians and other ethnics that actually fit in; and were born alive rather than dead In bodies and with minds that functioned Maybe not perfectly, But well enough to socialize or capitalize on whatever strengths and talents they were given Not to complain (Again) But just to reiterate, I was born with gifts and talents, But, doubling back To the 48 Laws I learned all of them from my mom Before I turned one And the way I read the book was Pretty much just A backwards regression, Realizing that having a mother With so much trauma and depression Might effect everything And be the difference between Being an athlete, a superstar musician Or any other reason I abandoned Instagram; Cause i don't like the algorithm reminding me Of how fat I am Or that I'm black Or how much i've failed Or of all the things I could but can't do Because i'm still playing catch up to Karen Or whatever you wanna call her We all have names, but It's possible that We've been lost In all the comparison to one another Because in all this time Woman to woman and Man to man Nobody really knows what the fuck it is they really want. So what do I want? Fuck it, I want a yacht, With deadmau5, Skrillex, and Dillon Francis on it Just so i can throw them off and ride off into the sunset So i can go preform at some awesome Insomniac event Where i'll fall in love with everybody in the front row –well, maybe, not all of them but a lot, Or maybe I just want their bodies I don't know The only difference between love and lust comes From motherhood; So where's my son fit in to all of this? Or i should just Leave him in the dust, with his father Who I often think of Cause the raised scar he left me Crosses my tongue every other word? Sure. Whatever. It's just more to write about, But I might want less to write about cause I've been studying other authors And the shotguns that they loved enough to swallow –But honesty, i've been working out so hard It's hard to want to off myself Till I come to this hotel Where my roommate just– Doesn't sti will with me And doesn't sit still at all —which is crazy to think That in all this narcissism i've developed I still have enough empathy That her anxiety makes me Feel the need to eat, or if I haven't So empty I coud vomit And i thought i was making it up, but As it turned out, Beautiful women can't be tested And it seems she's probably still beautiful To the many men that would love to have a perfect girl To bend to his will; But really, It's almost as if with every evil thing she's done someone uglier replaces the girl I first saw With each remark Of course, I'm sure it's all for something But i wanted more for us to get along Than to have a room alone Where i could tell this story; Or write my albums Or wipe the slate clean I'm thinking of just Starting over Of course, sixteen pages deep I find it hard to believe It really just comes naturally And quite automatic That it's almost paranormal What do I want? A warm body That won't hurt me a home of my own A couple of dogs – Here it goes again Fuck Dillon Francis I want a life so well fucking lived And well accomplished that It doesn't even matter, The Festival Project, or anything in it Fuck, I just want to be happy What if i cured 30 years of depression Eating Whole Foods Market and working out, without Therapy, Using google documents and Dance music as an outlet? Wouldn't you be proud? Or maybe I could get offed for that. I don't know.. Maybe what's good for the goose is good for the gander The password was flagship Getting abstract and poetic again, Picking up pennies bending my enemies into my empathy, Sweltering, sweating regrets on my epitaphs Ugh The best of the best, A decade has passed I'm switching my cadences, Just in case somebody reads this crap Blissful awareness, I shouldn't be scares of it Clandestine palaces crash, Shattered by amethyst Man, fuck dillon francis and his happy ass, always had it, perfectly privleged caucasian interchangeable dangerous engagement of a girlfriend . Yeah, fuck both of them. Again, if you're taking it literal– Fuck it, They're both fucking beautiful. I'll just be USeful, or something. Should probably brush up my resume– Interesting, isn't it? Haven't thought of jumping in front of a train before neyla went crazy, But heyl I made it up. We can pretend we're individuals But i live in a collective consciousness, Whoever's in ignorant bliss of this I consider lucky, negligent, and unconscious But that's just be being pompous. I'm half a white supremacist, anyway Conservative, straight up But lately, I hate the whole game game I made up But hey, At least there's deadmau5. Oh yeah, that's what I want. I want to be like deadmau5. I want a whole house filled with synthesiszers A custom sound system and a hot wife; A big brain, A fan base, And a nice body; I want a whole lot of Flying around, and everybody loving me; And loving every body At every party Amen Yeah, that's what I want. I want to be a rockstar; I want a daughter with Skrillex And six encores. I want a horse drawn carriage; An all-star wedding, and a Tesla; I want my chest done so damn big, I need a reduction. Better stay humble. For better, or worse, you know. If it was a curse, I'd probably be worse off, Than all who have wronged me– It never lasts long, It's all temporary, Nobody loves me– I'm just a pathological insomniac Call me a Devil, I'll try to find him– A vegan light skin, but in the eyes I'd probably find him A cut above it all, I'm just in awe we've never talked, But i'm just like you A stone against a wall, I'd be a shamed to call my father Suicidal But that's where my mind goes When there's no one And my own son Doesn't know me But I only know What love is Cause i held him In my arms the very moment He was born So What do I want? I want him to know? I'll always love him No matter where I go And I'd rather be homeless Than no one In my own home Next to his father What do I want? I want him to go to school And never worry if he''ll be able to catch up. What do I want? I want a family, But that can't heppen Cause nobody loves me What do I want? I want to see Satan in his own body; Instead of taking the ones around me And playing with them Since he wants to follow me What do I want? A lot of money Said everybody. What do I want? A son and a daughter– that won't die before me. What do I want? I want someone else to recite this anomaly of poetry with, or without me. What do I want? I want to google the definition of ‘pithy” Cause it's been circling incessantly inside my head Like depression hasn't; But my roomate has it And i'm not trying to catch it Fucking toxic obnoxious Whatever, forget it SUCCUBUS. Yeah, we know what that is. pith·y /ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive. 2. (of a fruit or plant) containing much pith. Nice. Yeah well. This whole thing is opening my third eye, To how guys see it. It doesn't make sense To give consent, And then renig it; This isn't sex But if it was, Why would you mess with his head like that? And if it was If you wanna lay in bed and get fat, that's fine But get the fuck out of here with that I can't So What do I want? To keep counting my blessings that I got healthy What do I want? I want psychology to catch up to my understanding. What do i want? Honestly, i just want my own something What do I want? To balance the toxicity, I guess Everybody has choices And mine is– I count my blessings, just to stay blessed I don't want anything from anybody. But i don't say don't cause that negates negativity, entirely . Perhaps, soe reverse psychology, But if I go back to school I'll be bored (and really horny) If i go back to school, I'll owe even more money! If i go back to school I'll do music and not psychology. If i go back to school, I'll have professors younger than me. If i go back to school I'll drown in the toxicity; The new generation's vaping, hating themselves canceling everything: everyone's a baby rapist But you can't say it or isolate them cause tolerating even the most Unsavory behavior is fuck , i lost it. What happened. Idk. eminem's cadence. It had an ‘a' Lets see. fuck . To tolerate sunsavory behavior is worth debating, Nope, i lost it You thnk so Idk if i think about it too much it'll lose its what Soul. What. you have one of those? Yeah. Dang. That's cool. Everyone has one (that's not true) *shrugs* I don't. What. I used to. What?! I sold it. What. To the devil. Now i'm famous. *shrugs, super satisfied* …How'd you get famous? …I woke up like this. *nods, unquestioning* I still remember the taste of bong water like it was yesterday. I guess i'd consider bondage, for the right boytoy. So what do you want? I want to stop writing, but it's still early. What do you want? I want more coffee, and less yawning. What do you want? I want God to be happy, Cause i personified her And she's angry I ruined my body by eating. Perceivably. The positives: Now I knw Sweet Chili Doritos are probably vegan. The positives: Now I know she's programmed by the government and/or susceptible to possession by satan, or a combination of both things–assuming one is not the other, as not astonishingly, the toxicity it would take to program one person to torture another is alarmingly evil; But Karma comes to those who intentionally hurt others, you know– I've been brushing up on Kabbalah It seems to attempt to provoke, but I'd rather do nothing but stall Perhaps i've adapted habits Become pathological, or What have you At least I know that condition comes from trauma Not that i'm Not responsible I just stoped giving a fuck If everything i do is wrong And i'm the problem Why do i keep waking up, then? What do you want? I want Whole Foods Market to sponsor me. What do you want? I want Equinox Fitness seven days a week. What do you want? I want to raise smart and capable children. What do you want? I want to forget Dillon Francis ever existed I want Skrillex to stop being Skrillex I want synthesizers and acoustic instruments in my top floor apartment In manhattan, and My ex husband to pay back All of the money I paid him But that's pushing it. I want everything. I want a world tour I want to do more with my life than just Sit here And write about it I want to be wanted and loved Not by everybody But perhaps Just a loyal fanbase A few hundred thousand Maybe a million Considering there are 8 billion people on the planet and My talent is condensed and limited by The language barrier I want Bearr to be anywhere he feels happier I want people to know that I tried my best, i”m not lazy I want people to know the rest of the story Why i'm crazy How I made it all up– And they helped me How we all decided on the world we're in together And the only way to get to heaven is to remember. Kx5 …I remember. MAN, SHUT THE FUCK – UP. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

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EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, MANHATTAN A very pretty woman exicersises impressively. Why even try. Well, I wanna die. DEATH- are you ready, then? Yeap, I'm ready to go. I just want to die. *deflates* JENNIFER ANNISATAN I told you don't cry in here. *not crying* JENNIFER ANNISATAN My minions will eat you alive. *coughs* Yeah, I'm ready. NOT SO FAST. I'm not fasting— JENNIFER ANNISATAN —are you not? Uhh… no— [literally always fasting] JENNIFER ANNISATAN then how am I here? —You're not? JENNIFER ANNISTON and SATAN SEPERATE entirely. YO. What the fuckz SATAN I'll be back DAMN. WTF. I know, huh. JENNIFER ANNISTON …what just happened? Nothing. JENNIFER ANNISTON Who was that? Satan. He was cute. I know, huh. JENNIFER ANNISTON well, uh— I might have had one too many cocktails last night and don't remember how I got here— Yep. JENNIFER ANNISTON —which is where, exactly? Uh. Equinox. JENNIFER ANNISTON Equinox? Yeah. Equinox fitness. JENNIFER ANNISTON FITNESS? Like a GYM? I don't belong to a gym! yeah, I bet. JENNIFER ANNISTON where is this?! *looks out window* Is this midtown?! *deflates* Oh my god, what time is it? I've got to get to Central Perk— I'm probably late. Wait, you what? Have we met, by the way? I'm — I know who you are A couple of bystanders walk slowly by BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 1 Isn't that Rachel from FRIENDS? Wait. The fuck. Wait— BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 2 You mean “Jennifer Anniston” BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 1 No, I meant “Rachel from Friends” Aw, fuck JENNIFER ANNISTON/RACHEL. I must have really tied one one last night! I don't know those people—but she knows my name. Which is? RACHEL—have we not met? Oh my GOD. Oh my God. OhMyGod. oh My Gods BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 2 She's not “just” Rachel From Friends— she also dated Brad Pitt. BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 1 Who's Bradd Pitt. BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 1 Like the— Wait, does our generation have a comparable— BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 1 —he's like the Zac Efron of the 90's. Or Robert Pattinson Yeah, but look at his eyes. CUT TO: THE HOMELESS ZAC EFRON still has beautiful eyes However, he's just— HOMELESS ZAC EFRON YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Not all there. CUT BACK TO: BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 2 OH. Ew, the 90's. BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 1 Friends was 90's..! I think. BEAUTIFUL GYM PERSON 2. yea, but like, late 90's. They begin to walk away. Sometimes, throwing up the white flag and throwing in the towel can be the same thing. I loved the beautifully white and cleaned, nearly rolled and refrigerated cool Eucaplytus towels at Equinox, but hated feeling lesser than—like something just didn't add up. Why was my skin so dark, my hair so curly, and my body so rotten that I couldn't seem to be loved—or find it anywhere. Perhaps it was all just karma come my way—for the same reasons I wasn't attracted to it—perhaps he wasn't attracted to me; I didn't know. Still, it was worth the try, and though my time was running short I didn't mind. I didn't much want to stay in the world at all, let one fight for it at any cost—and everything did cost, far too much—far too much time wasted, and myself, wasting away. Soon, all would be forgotten—I came to grips with my own mortality and immortality—where I was certainly was where I had been before, but also had not always been—and wouldn't always be. Time turned by more rapidly with each passing day, and I unraveled it with the only weapons I had— with the words and with the songs a cold heart and an unsound mind had given way to—and while I wanted to end it all, I wouldn't. Something else would have to take me, just as death whispered so softly in my ear to be made by my own hands, the fabric of time itself were woven from such. Throw myself on the tacks— With the rest of the trash Can't finish my tracks, I'm still under attack, *coughs* (Cause I'm black, Like the magic) *coughs* Snap, Like i'm coming off crack, er Ask uncle cracker a question that matters, He'll answer “Bitch, I want all of it; I control everything I am the reason you worship— So worship me; I own the land, all the money, The property I own your body, Then I discard it” Like trash on the tracks Now watch all the women fight over me, Fight for my money, And fight to be free You can call it “Democracy” Fuck this, I'm leaving. Yeah, fuck this nasty planet. I'm out. *coughing gross people demons* *other nasty people demons throwing trash* GOD NOPE. There's no such thing as “God••” “EARTH IS JUST A ROCK” ALIENS BYE. This is not a suicide threat, It's a letter, unread by the press, And marked as “depression” Bi- polar or manic, But everyone's panicking

Arturo's keyboard mini lab MkII Hurt me so good Baby daddy Make me wanna scream Don't you know I love it Roller coaster Hands around my throat You choke me. Throw me off my boat I'm drowning in your ocean W Love me love me (Moans) Living in grace, In your glory In the shadow of your talents And the glamor of your essence, Whatever that is. I should just Sell that bitch She work hard Slave so strong, baby I should just Sell that bitch Have me a picnic Take her to market Honest Slave work hard, baby Slave work hard She work hard, For no money #1s (Lols) one hell of a parable An attack on my psyche KILLYOURSELF. *COUGH* Find your way somewhere and JUMP For the fun of it JUMP from the top of the rock (If they let you in!) JUMP from the *COUGHS* Oh, Just kill yourself, Jesus I gotta go, I gotta go again What do you know What do you know again? Right when you show up I wanna throw up Or show you the— Drums COUGH Or just kill yourself Jump right in front of the train, I dare ya Come along way from the Uptown A, No! we're going down We're going going down and about Sabatoge on my body Attack of the zombies The gangstakers cough But I wonder who pays them On government money? But no m debt forgiveness If freedom is slavery What do you call this? I warned you, Stay out of the politics— Focus on music You'd said you'd take care of all of it Then left me stranded. I like being strangled I like being robbed I like falling off of my skateboard [UMPH] I left blood there It's all strays and ashtrays Where he stays, But it's okay Cause these days, It's all crazy Eyes glazed, And all lazy It's awful: I'm all fucked up, This alt-right movement New wave racists Consuming me, Blue eyes and hatred. They say I'm all wrong Just for being born, But I think we're all one Even if they don't Plus, I'm not dark on purpose. Now you renrmver me? I remembered you the first time! Not very well- Passion Play I don't feel so good I think I'm off my rock, I got a lot to talk about But not a lot of knowledge You know that Everyone, even God suffers I got a lot of words and worries All I want is a surfboard Carve my name out of all of em Arboles I'm lost I could post all this Or get my nails polished So much for martyrs And mothers in morning for ever I cry every dawn until morning Fir all the love lost Add it's all up, that's always And these days, in haides I'm a lady in shades from LA And nobody loves me Not even my baby I'm so blazed, I'm taking it straight to my vein, On the train in front of all these strangers *gasp* Are you okay? *gasp* A haphazard orgasm As my organs shut down Out of automatic on autopilot Or a test, maybe Of The Uptown A Gangstaklers in all white It's alright I might be uptight Or up BBC all night writing, in spite of my *coughs* Ravenous appetite Fuck, what's an EXtra small for If they make extra extra small And all I want is a hug from 1, two, three— coughs All of em! I just want someone to love me That doesn't think less of the Blacks and the browns that aren't Barbies, and adonises The rest of us are ugly So what? Just discard us in the Bronx and far rockaways, (Jamaica! Ugh!) “What the fuck did you just say to me?! “ Bother brawl on the bus Another. Recording for my opera Or symphonies, turn coughs in the harmonies Hopping up hoping the cops aren't watching me Ok, okay— The train seems to be coming As quickly as I need But I still need bravery Hey, it's the brain dead nobody Said somebody— I turned 5 dollars to 20 And 20 to a million By wishing on Anything other than. Whatever Horace me this body Cause nobody loves me I'm almost invisible Brimming with envy And needing attention And money to turn into Energy He said “I didn't mean to hurt you— Or hate you” She said, “I didn't mean to have coffee At half past 11 pm— But here we are again— Here we are again It's gets harder and harder to love again This is the ark of our story What is that *sniffs* what is what What is that *sniffs* That face. Just *snifs.* my face. Are you crying? {crying) mm—mm. *sniffs* Don't fucking cry— if you fucking cry—I'll fucking kill you. (Very ugly cry) Don't ugly cry! (Even uglier cry) Ugh! *shoots with pistol* *dies instantly* Fuck! —He'll be back. [Dillon Francis just had that look on his face.] Like (But worse.) Starr Michael Roberts - May all his curses and his karma be returned to him; may he suffer now all the damage he has done unto others tenfold; return immediately every demon and all dieties against him in karma and chaos; let Starr Michael Roberts wither and diminish under his own doing. Let his wifebeating father Michael John Roberts be cursed forever for beating his wife to suicide. Let this generational cycle of abuse be broken and it's effects not passed on though time. Let this counter curse protect all affected and break the cycle of abuse and harm. So mote it be. Amen. Starr Michael Roberts is a fat alcoholic pedophile wifebeater. May all his curses and his karma be returned to him; may he suffer now all the damage he has done unto others tenfold; return immidiately every demon and all dieties against him in karma and chaos; let Starr Michael Roberts wither and diminish under his own doing. Let his wifebeating father Michael John Roberts be cursed forever. Let this counter curse protect all affected and break the cycle of abuse and harm. So mote it be. Amen. The coughing had stopped for awhile but had suddenly returned, as if I had done something wrong—but it only seemed that the more I paid attention to myself and my health, improving my life and my habits, this energy followed, as if trying to keep or return me to the Hell from which I had been born, raised, and married into— only to overcome by luck if anything, albeit strength and wit; the cycle of abuse was still the ever present cycle—and the more I read about the psychological mindset of a psychopath, the more I had come to realize my own pitiful narssism, as if it had become a contagious burden— which I had tried to thrwart at every angle, of course—but as it appeared, most of being a typical person was conversing, about if not mindless things like the weather, then about oneself—and especially since I had done my very best to be soully a musician, I had been in the habit of upselling myself, which for the most part I hated anyway; However, some achievements and talents I really did take such pride in that sometimes I felt that there were only so many things that I could say, that I was often repeating myself, or even worse—speaking from some kind of scripted dialogue, which didn't seem much but a stones throw away from the surreal and bizzare unreality that I had been in; things each day seemed more and more like a movie, the night before culminating in an entire plethora of new discoveries—both about myself, and my apparent self-made external world. I knew that my return to Equinox would in some way be a catch—the recently-increased initiation fee which I accredited to the prolonged disability from joining, however worth the wait had doubled— jumping from something like $250, to $500 in what seemed overnight, though it had been already almost eight months since I had rejoined—and nearly seven in New York alone, though the time had flown despite its absolutely dreadful happenings, not yet having any fun at all in the city besides very brief moments of euphoria—no, instead I had been shown a first-hand look at the broken system, the broken economy, and the broken people of the world first-handedly, fighting tooth-and-nail to stay well—which had been an incredible fight in itself, in addition to the growing number of actual physical fights and altercations I myself never thought would become of my growing years—but New Yorkers, it seemed—especially and particularly the poor and black ones—liked to fight, and I was learning well to protect myself and defend, both in wit and might. But, especially as of lately, I had grown tired, depressed—and especially very hungry, my food supply dwindled to that of simply whatever I could get my hands on from the local food pantries, and I was learning very well that ‘poor people food' and ‘fat people food' were more commonly than not the same things. The grocery stores in the area were allowed to mark up everything in order to compete with each other in greed, in the poverty-stricken neighborhood of Ozone Park, which lived up to its name exceedingly, filled with trash, and heavy with the exhaust of every imaginable industrial machine imaginable, from automobiles to airplanes and beyond—it was an overall disgusting place to be, and with the coming times the reality had set in that I was just as likely broken as those around me in some way—but in understanding how, I would often also want and need to understand why—an answer only God would give me. Just a couple days before, I had woken up seemingly into a fairytale— I had been again in the habit for some reason of checking my email, and upon refreshing my GMail had a slew of messages from Equinox, who I had chosen specifically just the day before not to block or place into spam—and though with the passing months of March, April, May, June and almost all of July begrudgingly giving way to the need to work out, trying most every-other gym within reach and at times trekking a tolling 2.5 hours one-way to the most affordable and/or acceptable gym, hating every moment of it as with time passed, I came to understand that a vast majority of people living in the ‘under-realms' of society were less likely to use trash cans even indoors— beginning with a mall-bound gym in the Bronx, which at the very least had a sauna, I couldn't dare to pay the monthly cost, knowing that I would sooner-than-later be transferred to a shelter even further than the gym I had chosen—x-sport fitness—and had grown to a boiling hate, observing the petty mis-management, being told one thing and then another—but above all, the dirty, trashy facilities—the number one factor which disinterested me from paying for any of the gyms I had joined in my time in New York, besides blink—which I had mostly detested due to it seeming more like a high school play room than an actual gym, and of course, it's lack of adequate sauna facilities or even hot showers. It was during my return to ka futness however that I realized my life had changed fiercer, that I was being watched, tested, and tempted—and though I knew something remarkably greater was at play, my own character had been numerously thrown into question—which I understood, but was still however irritated by, never knowing why someone such as I would be held to such high standards at all, and although knowing that a notable amount of my writing and other works of art had been published and had been become some sort of a public interest, I didn't understand why it mattered so much to the rich and privileged elites who had everything without any of the trauma or having to work too inadequately hard for it that I was so squeaky clean—and for the most part, I was, besides the couple of inherited traits and nasty habits I had adopted under duress of trauma, abuse, and neglect—let alone poverty itself—and I found it baffling that in a society where the white elite had bought up all of the food and property in the world and were selling it back at acceleratingly increased prices for profit to the lower masses, that stealing vegan protein from Whole Foods market could or would be looked down upon—and had just few months earlier been ‘thwarted' in an attempt to gain proper enough nutrition to function, as the homeless system did not provide water at all, or vegan food, leaving me to eat for the most part, only bananas for weeks on end—and of course, once allocated the funds to eat, being limited to such predatory pricing that two avacados might cost $6, or just one mango $3– not of course that I could keep much food for long; the shelter did. It provide a refrigerator or kitchen, and as I hadn't yet been able to afford a cooler, having decided to catch up on my bills with the income I was receiving as a DJ, rather than spend it on any of my other needs—food, clothes, and of course, my hair, which had embarrassingly at this point grown into matter dreads I would more than likely have to cut off—and at least, of course— if I was going to cut my hair I would have to be really skinny—because I was already too black and too fat to be pretty at all, really, by societal standards—but chopping my hair off would be the end of my existence, perhaps a much-needed end, as my existence so far hasn't been admirable, besides a few redeeming factors and qualities I had that even I liked—and, I did at least like myself enough on the inside to try to keep the outside decent, at least clothed. ‘That's it. I'm not going back to the gym until I can afford Equinox.” I had certainly mentioned this jokingly on my podcast, whose audience I was still largely unaware of, but didn't care— I was still continually being coughed at, bullied, and harassed by means of what seemed psychological terror and torture—and by now I knew the more I felt or thought that it could be black magic inflicted by my fat, stupid, lazy estranged ex-husband, the easier it would be to allude my suicide to “mental illness”, rather than the plan truth; someone had been torturing me for years, at this point, and any of my actions or the circumstances surrounding them were actually justified, not just indignantly but brutally and honestly so—I had been robbed, starved, stalked, and even lead-on by things and people that I loved, Check the hat and glasses; Yeap, That's a bampheramph laughin at you Not with you Highly unusual and peculiar, sure Dad hats: the lowest level of bampheramph— These bamphers show you what not to do, how not to act, and just how not to be in general After bampheramph camp, the graduates are ranked by performance —typically— “bad” “very bad” or “what the fuck”, and very rarely even “what the fuck, dude” or “I don't even know”, the average graduate being given the “Classicl bampheramph” status, and typically wear “dorky sun hats” regardless of location, placement, or time of year Reserve bamphers may wear backwards snap backs after once having served as captain; other reserve bampheramphs may present SnapBack forwards or even sideways, before having served as captain or during service as captain, if any other hat is not needed or called for The motherfuckers, a special branch of bampheramphs dedicated specifically to DJs The 7 aliases 7 alieses 5 Guys Two Dudes Codename.Blū. c o l o r s. Happy Accidents Dillon Francis is atop the roof at the Wynn/Encore, preparing to meet his untimely death. Dillon Hart Francis! You come down from there this instant! He looks below to the Las Vegas strip, a bustling blur of lights and traffic. DILLON! Chak Chel Let him jump. Chak Chel! What! Let ‘em. Chak Chel, come on! The Little Motherfuckers are— Well— A group of young children are causing a ruckus on their bicycles. None of them are wearing helmets—of course—eventually to become motherfuckers Smells like fire to the west Yes, I still have eyes for you I guess there's still some time between us Guess I still have ties to you Do my eyes deceive me or Is this make believe Believe me All I see is you, sometimes Even— especially in my dreams I keep your secrets, I feel scared when your hands touch my hands But feel good when my lips touch your lips I feel sad when your heart touch my heart— I feel love with your hands on my hips, I'll be getting it all done and over with, for the most part Give me a call, When you're all done, at the mortuary I'm so sorry I'd bend over backwards, for you Even eat meat, if you told me too Or cheese, Jesus You'd better believe it Mission impossible Even stevens The rest of the things As seen on TV The rest of the evening. My ex fucked me up so bad I might never be right again He used to say l”I'm a champion” He was a loser— He punched me in the face so hard, I actually apologized for it. He decked me out. Not once— But like 5 times. In a ROW. Teeth went through my lip and everything Came out on the other side, I was like “Oh, awesome I was thinking about getting a piercing— Now I don't have to! Saved me $30 and the cost of saline! Phew. Fucked me up. To this day if I see you in champion sportswear, I am immediately convinced you're an idiot. No take backs. If I see you in champion sportswear, I just automatically assume you're stupid Not sorry. Oh well. If I see you wearing champion sportswear, I just assume you're a lazy, retarded idiot. *shrugs* not my fault. I wear Nike. —but it I see you in white Nikes that are supposed to be white, but they're all dirty and gross and caked in whatever— I'm just gonna assume you're a fat dirty asshole that's gonna punch me in the face, And walk away. Clean your shoes! Lol I'm so fucked up lil biiiiiiiittzzzzz. YOU GAVE DILLON FRANCIS YOUR NAME?! no! Well thank god I gave Dillon Francis your name. ARE YOU CRAZY No. But he is! Exactly! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Check the hat and glasses; Yeap, That's a bampheramph laughin at you Not with you Highly unusual and peculiar, sure Dad hats: the lowest level of bampheramph— These bamphers show you what not to do, how not to act, and just how not to be in general After bampheramph camp, the graduates are ranked by performance —typically— “bad” “very bad” or “what the fuck”, and very rarely even “what the fuck, dude” or “I don't even know”, the average graduate being given the “Classicl bampheramph” status, and typically wear “dorky sun hats” regardless of location, placement, or time of year Reserve bamphers may wear backwards snap backs after once having served as captain; other reserve bampheramphs may present SnapBack forwards or even sideways, before having served as captain or during service as captain, if any other hat is not needed or called for The motherfuckers, a special branch of bampheramphs dedicated specifically to DJs The 7 aliases 7 alieses 5 Guys Two Dudes Codename.Blū. c o l o r s. Happy Accidents Dillon Francis is atop the roof at the Wynn/Encore, preparing to meet his untimely death. Dillon Hart Francis! You come down from there this instant! He looks below to the Las Vegas strip, a bustling blur of lights and traffic. DILLON! Chak Chel Let him jump. Chak Chel! What! Let ‘em. Chak Chel, come on! The Little Motherfuckers are— Well— A group of young children are causing a ruckus on their bicycles. None of them are wearing helmets—of course—eventually to become motherfuckers Smells like fire to the west Yes, I still have eyes for you I guess there's still some time between us Guess I still have ties to you Do my eyes deceive me or Is this make believe Believe me All I see is you, sometimes Even— especially in my dreams I keep your secrets, I feel scared when your hands touch my hands But feel good when my lips touch your lips I feel sad when your heart touch my heart— I feel love with your hands on my hips, I'll be getting it all done and over with, for the most part Give me a call, When you're all done, at the mortuary I'm so sorry I'd bend over backwards, for you Even eat meat, if you told me too Or cheese, Jesus You'd better believe it Mission impossible Even stevens The rest of the things As seen on TV The rest of the evening. My ex fucked me up so bad I might never be right again He used to say l”I'm a champion” He was a loser— He punched me in the face so hard, I actually apologized for it. He decked me out. Not once— But like 5 times. In a ROW. Teeth went through my lip and everything Came out on the other side, I was like “Oh, awesome I was thinking about getting a piercing— Now I don't have to! Saved me $30 and the cost of saline! Phew. Fucked me up. To this day if I see you in champion sportswear, I am immediately convinced you're an idiot. No take backs. If I see you in champion sportswear, I just automatically assume you're stupid Not sorry. Oh well. If I see you wearing champion sportswear, I just assume you're a lazy, retarded idiot. *shrugs* not my fault. I wear Nike. —but it I see you in white Nikes that are supposed to be white, but they're all dirty and gross and caked in whatever— I'm just gonna assume you're a fat dirty asshole that's gonna punch me in the face, And walk away. Clean your shoes! Lol I'm so fucked up lil biiiiiiiittzzzzz. YOU GAVE DILLON FRANCIS YOUR NAME?! no! Well thank god I gave Dillon Francis your name. ARE YOU CRAZY No. But he is! Exactly! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Just because things don't go the way we plan doesn't mean we're not doing what God wants us to do ! Are you in a season of uncertainties ? You feel like hell is all around you ? YEAP! Your in the right place ! Relax,God knows what he's doing .

The thrilling conclusion to the duel between Guts and Serpico is here! There are more tigers than one might have thought... Farnese leaves the high-life to join back up with her crew as they make their way through a city infested with demons to a warship to catch a ride to an elf king. Yeap, things have gotten interesting. Chapters discussed: 257. "Duel" 258. "Suzerain of the Religious Domain" 259. "Enchanted Tiger" 260. "Intrusion" 261. "Rusty Birdcage" 262. "Declaration of War" 263. "Invasion of the Demon Beasts" 264. "Divine Revelation" 265. "City of the Demon Beasts (1)" 266. "City of the Demon Beasts (2)"

On this episode of the Lead With Purpose podcast host, Tze Ching Yeung talks to Joel Yeap, founder of Yeap.Tech who advises early stage impact tech founders with no tech background. In this episode he shares some of his insights and knowledge in how to launch tech or an app in an effective way.  KEY TAKEAWAYS My parents worked at an NGO doing development work in Lebanon where we moved when I was one, so I grew up and went to primary school there. That was my earliest encounter with social impact and that's stuck with me. A few years later we moved to Cyprus which is a divided country. One day I walked across the border and saw a woman trying to smuggle herself across the razor wire at the border carrying a small baby. Something in that image has always stuck with me: What's going on in someone's life that they'd want to take a small child through and how can we help people in those situations to avoid it? After university in Scotland, studying economics and international relations, I moved to Sweden with my girlfriend and joined Oxfam because I wanted to work for a charity that was trying to do good in the world and get more experience as an individual. Then Covid hit and the face-to-face fundraising I was doing with Oxfam came to an end when they downsized the team. I then wanted to go into the gaming industry because that sounded like fun, but I'm glad that didn't happen now. I applied to a software development agency and got onto the development team. Luckily their values were all about building sustainable development goal oriented projects to have a really good impact. As we improve our validation in a step-by-step method we get more certain that our assumptions are correct and so we reduce the risk. That's a huge part of what I do, so that we try and get something at the end that people want to pay for, otherwise it's not particularly helpful for us as a business.  We often assume the idea we have at the start is the idea that's going to work, we have this lightbulb moment. But innovation is all about testing many avenues and the lightbulb moment might be part of it but actually there could be something that needs tweaking and pivoting through that which is actually the real, great product.  BEST MOMENTS ‘I focus on the non-technical side, even though what I do is applicable across the board, because I had no tech background when I started and I identify with that and understand the headaches that come with that.'‘Is the problem we're thinking about a big enough problem for users and which are the key users we would want to be working with are the first two elements I start with before evaluating an idea.'‘Design Sprint was developed at Google Ventures to cut through the normal product development process, which can be convoluted and slow by putting the “important people” in a lab together for a week with design thinking at the core.'‘Speak to friends or founders you already know. Starting your own business is tough. Making sure that you understand the journey you're thinking of going down and that you're are mentally prepared for it. Then try to understand the problem you're looking to solve.' ABOUT THE GUEST Joel Yeap works with purpose-led founders trying to find their way through tech. Starting any business has risks. For non-technical founders, building a tech product seems like a huge risk but it doesn't have to be. Joel uses design sprint principles to take your vision of a solution and break it into chunks so you can test the fundamentals and build it step-by-step. This reduces the cost to prove your idea and results in simpler iterations so you can achieve an MVP faster and for less. Website: https://yeap.tech/  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/joel-yeap/ ABOUT THE HOST Tze Ching started her entrepreneurial journey back in 2007 with the launch of a sustainable clothing and home furnishing ecommerce business. Next, she created a sustainable fashion brand. In 2019, she launched a social enterprise to help raise awareness about the negative impact of fashion at schools and colleges.  Through the 15-year journey, she learned so much, but easily the most meaningful lesson learned was about the importance of marketing. She now focuses on channelling those insights to help others succeed, through We Disrupt Agency, a business coaching, mentoring and digital marketing company.  Tze Ching's mission is to create a community of global change makers and to contribute to positive change in both people and planet. CONTACT DETAILS Tze Ching's website: https://wedisruptagency.com  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wedisruptagency  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wedisruptagency/ Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/wedisruptagency  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tzechingyeung/ 

Los Güanimes se vuelven a reunir para conversar sobre el desempeño del equipo de Puerto Rico en el más reciente torneo del Clásico Mundial de Baseball. Trump quiere agitar las masas a que protesten por su posible arresto. Marcos y Servo hablan sobre las leyendas de “La Pera Ninja” y “La Iguana de Palo” en los juegos de Gotcha. Los gringos descubren nuevamente la leyenda del “Chupacabras” por medio de su producción llamada “CHUPA”. La saga de Star Wars vale mierda bajo la dirección de Disney y Karolyn regresa al Manicomio y nos explica porque esta mas perdida que Rolandito. Con las participaciones de Marcos “Lord” Rodríguez, Alberto “Súper Servo” Reyes, Gustavo “El Hoyo Negro de Corpus Christi” Cáez y la Lcda. Karolyn Rosario. (Yeap, la misma que le decimos “in Karolyn we trust”). ADVERTENCIA: El material discutido en este programa no es apto para menores de 18 años y no representa la opinión de Anchor. Sugerimos discreción). ©2023 Se Rascó Así Productions. Derechos Reservados. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/se-rasc-as/support

Yeap, you read that title right. In this episode of Table Talk, we sit down with OG content creator, Hirzi, to talk about content creating in the new era. From discussing algorithms, TikTok and short-form content to understanding more about Singaporean vs Malaysian content creators, active resting and future plans - we're throwing it back a little with the boys in our latest episode. You say, I say, it's time for the Takeaway.

Shadow work. Shadow work. Shadow work. Yeap, say it with us, Shadow work. It's not "a bad word", it's not scary, it's all about self. Come sit a spell and let's discuss what we mean. Check us on the socials Twitter @ClassiestWtches Facebook Witches Talking Tarot Instagram @WitchesTalkingTarot Support the show www.patreon.com/WitchesTalkingTarot Support the hosts www.peacelovetealeaves.etsy.com www.amberisthecolor42.etsy.com Book your reading by contacting us at witchestalkingtarot@gmail.com --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/witches-talking-tarot/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/witches-talking-tarot/support

I got on to podcast about something else and ended up on a whole thing about oranges

John 13:34-35 “A new commandment I give unto you. That Yeap love one another, as I have loved you. That Yeap also love one another. By this shall all men know that Yeap are my disciples. If you have love one to another.”

Esto es un episodio que tienes que escuchar ahora mismo. ¿Quieres crecerte exponencialmente? Si tienes un sueño que no te deja dormir y te sigue persiguiendo porque no se ha materializado, es hora de evaluar el círculo de personas con las que te rodeas.  Yeap!   Te explico la importancia que tiene la gente con la que rodeas.  El papel protagónico que juegan en la construcción de tus sueños.  Y la ciencia que hay detrás de este fenómeno. Sígueme en: instagram.com/@cindythemindcommander facebook.com/cindythemindcommander Escríbeme al email: cindythemindcommander@gmail.com Este podacast esta diponible en Spotify y iTunes  

Employees – the most important part of every business. Without them nothing can be done in any business. Even if you are a self employed person you are the employee of your business and you need to take care of yourself. With larger organizations taking care of teams becomes a bigger challenge. This challenge was and still is even bigger due to this what happened in the World during pandemic of Covid-19. Were we prepared for remote work and remote management? Well, some of us were, as they already worked in remote model before, but was this model the same before and during the pandemics? On every day we do experience the Employees Engagement and Employees Experience. What is the difference between two of those? Is it significant? And when we talk about Employees Experience, can we invest in it? How? What can be the ROI of Investing in Employee Experience?And how about challenges of other important part of work which is Internal Communications?Well. In 69th episode of Good Morning BSS World podcast you can find answers to all above mentioned questions. And there is also one bonus! 10 steps to follow when building Employee Experience Strategy. Yeap – you need a strategy for this important part of work life which is Employee Experience. Hereby I do invite you to listen to the interview with Anne Bibb. Anne is the Founder of Remote Evolution, runs a lot of business, coaching and motivation activities and area of Employee Experience is something she works on every day. So here it comes – a talk focused on Employee Experience and its value for business. You may find those links useful:Anne Bibb on LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/annebibb/Anne Bibb's web page - https://www.annebibb.com/ Anne Bibb's Remote Evolution web page - https://www.remoteevolution.com/Anne's brand new YouTube channel (I am already a subscriber over there) - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOb3BEIFhfJrGHUPB_-_ingAnd much more about Anne - https://direct.me/annebibb****************************My name is Wiktor Doktór and I run Pro Progressio Club https://klub.proprogressio.pl - it's a community of many private companies and public sector organizations that care about the development of business relations in the B2B model. In the Good Morning BSS World podcast, apart from solo episodes, I share interviews with experts and specialists from global BPO/GBS industry.If you want to learn more about me, please visit my social media channels:YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/c/wiktordoktorHere is also link to the English podcasts Playlist - https://bit.ly/GoodMorningBSSWorldPodcastYT LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/wiktordoktor Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/wiktordoktor You can also write to me. My email address is - wiktor.doktor (@) proprogressio.pl****************************This Podcast is supported by Patrons:Marzena Sawicka (https://www.linkedin.com/in/marzena-sawicka-a9644a23/), Przemysław Sławiński (https://www.linkedin.com/in/przemys%C5%82aw-s%C5%82awi%C5%84ski-155a4426/), Damian Ruciński (https://www.linkedin.com/in/damian-ruci%C5%84ski/) Szymon Kryczka (https://www.linkedin.com/in/szymonkryczka/)Grzegorz Ludwin (https://www.linkedin.com/in/gludwin/). You also can join Patrons of Good Morning BSS World. Here are two links to do so:Patronite - https://patronite.pl/wiktordoktor Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/wiktordoktor Or if you liked this episode and would like to buy me virtual coffee, you can use this link https://www.buymeacoffee.com/wiktordoktor - by doing so you support the growth and distribution of this podcast.

Yeap Jun Rong, Market Strategist at IG, discusses the latest on the markets. He spoke with hosts Doug Krizner and Paul Allen on "Bloomberg Daybreak Asia."See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of "Let's Talk Farm to Fork", we're joined by Jonathan Goshen from Yeap Proteins, who we will be talking to about how their yeast-based protein products are a more sustainable, cost-effective, and scalable protein for the food industry.https://yeap-proteins.com/

This week we have all the cousins gathered to talk about what makes their nest special. Yeap folks, we ventured to bring the kids on (that's why this week's is so short)! There's furniture involved, boogies on a mic, and a pulled plug. Yoda mom calls it a “fracass,” but we also call it family fun. 

Topic thoughts? Guest ideas? Comments? Just text us. (pls include reply details if needed)Southeast Asia is a massively important region given its population of almost 700 million and fast-growing energy consumption of 30 exajoules – the EU's was 57 EJ. Many of the individual economies in the region are in the process of decarbonizing. Given the bulk of them are still developing, financing the energy transition is a crucial aspect. We discuss with one of the region's thought leaders, John Yeap of Pinsent Masons, about three areas. We address, developments in regulatory consistency and transparency, which is absolutely key to any investment in energy and infrastructure. We talk about the financing of energy projects including clean energy ones but also addressing legacy assets, namely coal-fired power plants. Finally, we talk about one of the fastest growing areas in climate finance in Asia, carbon financing and the carbon markets.ABOUT JOHN. John, based in Hong Kong with UK headquartered international law firm Pinsent Masons, is a qualified lawyer focussed on Energy Transition and Climate Change in Asia.  Over the past three decades, he has witnessed the Asian power sector evolve through the emergence in the Nineties of independent power producers, market deregulation at the turn of the current century, and in the past few years, the emergence of decarbonisation as a key factor in the energy strategy of nations across the region.  H  is current activities include advising on the design of mechanisms to support the region's energy transition, including supporting the Asian Development Bank on its energy transition plans for Indonesia, Philippines and Vietnam, and also advising on the evolving carbon trading and voluntary carbon market in the region.HOST, PRODUCTION, ARTWORK: Joseph Jacobelli  |  MUSIC: The Open Goldberg Variations, Kimiko Ishizaka  |  FEEDBACK: Email the Host.HOST, PRODUCTION, ARTWORK: Joseph Jacobelli | MUSIC: Ep0-29 The Open Goldberg Variations, Kimiko Ishizaka Ep30- Orchestra Gli Armonici – Tomaso Albinoni, Op.07, Concerto 04 per archi in Sol - III. Allegro. | FEEDBACK: theasiaclimatecapitalpodcast@gmail.com.

Crystal Yeap (@slowlivecreate) is a Singapore-based Christian creative and entrepreneur. Her business, slowlivecreate, aims to be a safe place for women to slow down and reconnect with their innate creativity because she believes slowing down helps us to be grounded and live with intention and purpose. But just a few years ago, she was living a high-flying life as a fashion exec until God unfolded a new chapter! Sense God calling you to start something but you don't feel like a typical entrepreneur? This episode is for you ❤️ [Key markers] What is slowlivecreate? (1:06) How do you work at a ‘slow living' pace as an entrepreneur? (4:46) When God redirects you from what you wanted to something better (7:17) What was involved in launching your digital courses? (11:50) What does it look like to have God as your “CEO”? (13:32) The importance of talking to the right people (15:56) The importance of praying over social media posts (18:26) Instagram and…? The tools Crystal is using to build her business (20:05) Closing prayer from Crystal (23:30) *** Follow along for daily encouragement!

Things are constantly changing. Life is in motion. Movement is everywhere. You could say everything is in Fluxx! Fluxx is a wild game where the goal to win, and the rules are constantly changing. It's like trying to hit a bullseye while you're riding a carousel and also the Bullseye is being held by Nicholas Cage who's playing the role of a very shaky leaf. Yeap, it's that kind of episode. Dash and Ali play Fluxx by Looney Labs. Ali and Dash play games while you listen. But it's not really about the games, it's about the journey and the friendships we make along the way. Do you have a game suggestion? Let us know! Have any questions, suggestions, comments? Send 'em to TheSocietyCircus@gmail.com Don't forget to like, rate, and subscribe! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/playdatecircus/support