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The Wackness
The Blackness
You can't escape it.
The likes of the United States of America masterminded the false flag “terror attack” on its own citizens in 2001 in order to deceive it's citizens into a police state to suit the New World Order;
Now, New York City preys upon its weakest and most vulnerable inhabitants via inhumane psychological terrorism, gangstalking, terror hacking, and other forms of psycholotical terrorism in order to maintain the inequivocal social and justice issues plaguing the united states of Asmerica; the globalization of a one-world government, and the continuation of the human slavetrae system from which the United states of america has built itself and has been thriving on, priding itself on being the strongest country in the world: However, it shall soon see its own de mise, with the importation of hundreds of thousands of non-natural citizens in an attempt to close the plummeting world economy, thereby once again prioritizing thousands of lives over the lives of the Indigenous and involuntarily Imported descendants of the AFRICAN BLACK american slaves
YOU'RE BLAAAAA—-
I get it. Shut up.
BLACK.
Please be quiet.
BLAC
shh .
B
please shut up.
I'm allowed to have an extreme distaste for impoliteness
Disgusting habits
Lack of hygiene
Honestly, I don't care what color you are
Stop disturbing the peace
NO JUSTICE NO–
SHUT UP.
Listen, I don't want to go through this again.
I'm not going to kill myself
Not today satan.
I have too much to–
Oh, really, I have nothing better to do than
Make money?
MAKE MONEY.
Broke ass bitch.
You realize, blacks
mexicans
Immagrants
poor whites
ugly /fat people
that you're all still slaves.
that the people telling you that “it's okay to not be ok”
Are the exact people making everything not ok
for profit.
Oh, but also if your family owned slaves and property from slavery you should have to give a certain amount of your income to re-allocate some of the resources you–
well , lets just face it
STOLE
YOU CAN'T DO THAT.
WASH YOUR FUCKING PUSSY.
(and also just
*coughing*
*toxcity*
*grossness*
getaway from me..
*coughing*
gross .
*talking on the phone at 5 am*
Mmmmmmmmmhmm
SHUT
Yo. Where are the indigenous people?
Dead.
or somewhere out there claiming to be 1/32.1/2th Cherokee and pretending not to listen to taylor swift.
I MADE IT.
I actually hate you.
I knew it was a set up from the moment i walked in the door.
There she sat, hunched over in the corner, almost hiding as if to try to surprise me.
But I had already been psychologically tortured with the permanant record of my own past with enough audacity that I understood that I was being provoked and manipulated;
And I was tired of it.
They all coughed.
They all wanted to have “random” “friendly conversations about my
Pedophile Wifebeater ExHusband.
God Help Him
(No, Seriously, help him)
Because— he tore my son away from me
and e
verybody in
Very racist, very right wing, very color-coded, colonized
Rural Alaska
Assured that i
(being a black woman)
was the problem.
–and you know what?
Perhaps I was.
WHAT HAPPENED TO FELEYSHA WILLIAMS.
Idk. she's probably dead or tweaked out somewhere.
I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.
Ok. But you're ging to have to torture me consistently for at least a few weeks until we fight.
He deserves custody. You're crazy.
Cool. i don't want to spend the rest of my life arguing with someone who looks like someone who ruined my life trying to explain why it's salad until after puberty just to make sure his beauty doesn't ruin his life.
Because all he eats is processed foods and plays video games and watches anime anyway so,
Really it's a perfect world, for him.
He's a perfect boy.
I was told he didn't love me
Didn't want me
Didn't ask about me
And didn't need me.
So i left.
Well, no–
I tried to kill myself first (or did)
Whatever
Then I left.
No, actually i tried to stay and split custody down the middle so nobody would have to pay child support.
It wouldn't be fair to either of us, right, but:
So here I am trying to explain how
Yo, look.
I left my shit in a locked parked car in a parking lot
To push out a 5 minute shit
And when I got back
Everything was gone.
hm.
oh , you know what?
No, the car was still there.
The car was still there. Yeah.
That's good.
Yeah, I was real lucky for that,
cause
I lived in it.
hm .
Lucky for me.
AH, shit. It was a rental, though, so I still owe someone a lot of money
Interesting
For getting ROBBED.
So, here's the thing This:
BEING A DISGUSTING, OBNOXIOUS, LOUD, COUGHING, DRINKING, SMOKING, PIECE OF
Oh, that's what it is. It's my ex's energy.
That.
Doing the LEAST.
Doesn't even know what clean IS
so fucking fat he'll never see his penis EVER again
and anybody else who does
honestly
it's cool,
I just feel bad for her, honestly,
like ?
*gross pedophile wifebeater*
You can't just go around calling people pedophiles!
You can when everything they're obsessively sexually attracted to what looks like a kid
or sometimes IS a kid without him realizing that
Or
is when they're openly watching porn and masturbating
With a toddler.
Yes. that actually happened.
No, it didn't.
I saw you.
Well ,nobody will ever believe me, I guess because–
Because the first time he hit me, I covered for him
But only I begged him to stay with US
THREE OF US
a two year old, a one month old
And me
the wife that was so paralized from depression
After learning that her husband
The only man she ever truly “loved”
had cheated
The.
entire .
time
So not only did I waste my time–
My body is ruined, and
I'MJUSTGOINGTOKILLMYSELF.
–not the thing you want to hear as you're trying to stop the blood from pouring out of your face.
My
whatever . fuck this story.
What why?
Cause it SUCKS.
PLUS
I'm apparently
“Very very bright”
Hm
And we're at the midsts of an
Environmental Crisis
*Multiple **Environmental*Crises
Just at the tip
Of another manipulated global disaster
Which has left most the population
Lazy and docile enough to not care
About anything
Anymore
I care about my son.
I don't care about your stuff;
And I didn't take anything from you
You gross, dirty, coughing ass, stinking pussy ass
Grotesque
Fuck it.
I just
don't
care
I have all my own shit.
Honestly,
I was just sick of beng reminded of this dumb sack of shit.
It wasn't real.
They were all actors
gangstalkers
undercovers
CIA agents
Welfare Office Workers
What?
Hey, look, just so you're aware
Being in the system actually technically on paper strips you of some of your basic human rights and decencies.
You are State Property.
Bought and Sold for the benefit of
The Highest bidder,
Who,
Never you mind,
Is of the highest power
In this predicament
H O W E V E R
I had finally been given an out;
An apartment, far away from the
Check it out,
I was being studied, provoked, recorded, questioned about a past I was only trying to forget and gulted over and over as if i had abandoned my child on purpose
No, son.
Daddy just has issues
And mommy has issues
And I'm really really sorry about this
But you're the most beautiful,
Wonderful,
Amazing
Person I've ever met in my life,
Bear(r)
And I'm proud to be your
FATHER.
huh . what. I'm a girl.
No. You're not; He's the girl.
Bitch ass babymomma .
Fuck it, just go be with ___ then.
Oh, amazing I love this one.
I never cheated
I just retreated
So I could repeat this:
“he cheated! He cheated”
“he beat me, he beat me”
“I hate him, I hate him”
My best friend was Annie
My Lover was Davies
–doesn't matter these days, though
same place
Salt Lake Saltair
It's been years.
You know how,
When you're a kid,
And you
[Get scraped]
Oh shit, I missed a –
A lot.
hm .
You ever have another kid pick your scab off for you–
Wayyyyy before it was ready?
YOu ever like–
You get it??
Yo, i get this is like government, public housing or whatever
IGNORANT BLACK WOMAN
Why does she have to be “ignorant” can't she just be
NO
Because she was
Extremely ignorant, this particular one,
and so are most of the other ignorant black people who work in social services because white people
a . wouldn't do it.
b . aren't equipped
Because the kind of black people you meet in a new york city homeless shelter are
—no , i'm not actually THAT racist—
just the
lowest quality people
[LCD]
Lowest Common Denomonator
She stole my ID.
Fucku.
So i'm a low quality people.
Yep. You suck.
Ok. I'm gonna go suck at Equinox for six hours.
Go, then.
Don't follow me.
But
We're watching you.
Someone's always watching me.
I'm famous,
But not rich
And every time i make any money my ex husband gets to buy drugs and ciggarettes with it.
CHILD SUPPORT
Before:
Literally doesn't answer phone for months.
Me: Thinking my child is dead because i can't get ahold of him, it's always winter in alaska and the roads are made of ice. Panic, fear, paralyzing depression
And when I finally DO get in touch;
It's because:
ACTUAL BEST FRIEND
I haen't heard from ***** at all but a little while ago some girl called me and was yelling at me accusing of cheating with him.
ME
AHAHAH
ACTUAL BEST FRIEND
AHAHAHA
US
LOL SKRILLE
wait , this is a different story
NO, it really fucking ISN'T.
SO
All my wages are garnshed to pay child support
I can't even TALK to my kid
and
Oh yeah.
I was only ever homeless in the first place because
This is where it happened:
BITCH
*throws fake house plant*
*RAGE*
RURNJRNH
*PUNCH to the FACE 1
This cannot be happening
*PUNCH TO THE FACE 2*
Wow, that really sounds like in the mov–
*PUNCH TO THE FACE 3*
HE'S NOT STOPPING, I GOTTA
*literally can't
Once we have been decended, and innosense is ost; Far outside of the indgom of Scencia at Heaven's Gates, To infinity and beyond, we will all forget one another…
PREVIOUSLY, on…
Wait, what is this?
Whatever it is.
“it Is
In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time
Shit.
[The counter attack
Mover the counter attack
Over the hill and into your memory
Simple the end of the template
For temple, stuff from resentment
Impractical actually contracted
False flagged, black balled and gagged
Black box, canticles
Catnip for facts,
Obstacles,
Abstract acid fasts
Fantastic, fur tan lines
And so futuristic for fans
Scripted, this entry is
Limited, click bait resentments
Jesus is—
Fanstastic, actually
Magic tricks vs imagination
Instagram, leave it to the
—Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
THIS IS A WHATTHEFUCK.
WTF.
And this —
[Tina Fey, but cuter]
TINA FEY
(actual)
What does that mean??
is a whatever.
*|*
[whatever.]
Ugh, this is gonna take forever-
Lights up on Washington Heights
Up at the break of day
I wake up
—and it must be a different day
Cause I'm above in the Bronx
It fuckin sucks
I got a lot to discuss
Hop on this bus
Down on my luck
In uptown
Los Angrle's time's up
I'm square now
You scared now?
Fire like
Smoky the bear now
Smoked salmon,
Damn I'm sweating my hair out
Scary out there, scout!
Order of the Phoenix
Is out of order now
So sort out the books
For storyboard albums
It's occult clsssic
Without all the
Bells and whistles
Silence a pistol
To spit thru your window
To split you
Sentimental
It's just a mental indiscretion
Judas escariot
Scary isn't it
Monsters and fairytale business
Many mouses
And Minnie ripperton
Sympathies, really
For mentioning
It's just
My attention
Is
Getting
Shorter
Than
These sentences
Or Skrillex is
Haha
The methods were devious?
Me?
Made enemy out of man
But is envious of
I genius indegenous intentions
With this sacraments
Exactly what it isn't:
Sacrificial
ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'
omg . where's he from.
aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis
I'm leaving now..
Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***
Ugh.
“I _ NY”
Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—
EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which
MEANWHILE,
Ugh.
Farro.
…Your Majesty.
I need help.
Don't burden me with your woes.
I beg your pardon?
No, don't beg.
—and we're back!
Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!
Come on! What's my name?
Zoolander!
No, my actual name—
ZOOLANDER.
—-
Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.
What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!
*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—
Ahem.
Not this much.
Don't check the—
ILLUMINA—
Fuck that
My phone makes calls with the
Cellular turned off now
How about that
Damn
You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.
*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.
*sipping liquor* she is evil.
“My Imaginary Friend”
In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time
Shit.
The counter attack
Mover the counter attack
Over the hill and into your memory
Simple the end of the template
For temple, stuff from resentment
Impractical actually contracted
False flagged, black balled and gagged
Black box, canticles
Catnip for facts,
Obstacles,
Abstract acid fasts
Fantastic, fur tan lines
And so futuristic for fans
Scripted, this entry is
Limited, click bait resentments
Jesus is—
Fanstastic, actually
Magic tricks vs imagination
Instagram, leave it to the
Oh My God. I love The Yeah Yeah Yeahs!
Yeah, uh, ok.
*..*
*panics*
0.0
*. *
oh …
*takes massive bong rip*
*almost ghosts it*
*nvm huge clouzdz*
…noooo.
hey.
sup.
Has anyone seen–
Whatsup?
[beat]
Has anybody seen, like, a cyclops.
THE CYCLOPS Dissappears after Jesse AKA SUBTRONICS
CUT TO: BEFORE
FUCK
WHAT WAS IT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
laughing out loud in infinite dimensions
HA–
Nvm
JIMMY FALLON
[explitive]
‘The Lolipop Guild”
This better be easier to get into than the writer's guild.
–or the actor's guild–
Or the Academy.
Why on EARTH would you want to be in The Academy?
Because, Uh, ARTS.
Oh yeah, huh
Besides ,it's on EARTh
I guess so
And, of course
NOMINATIONS:
S–
No.
You didn't even let me finish
NOMINATIONS IN TIS CATEGORY ARE
SK–
NO.
YOU DIDN'T
Lol swing vote.
….get it?
TIMMY
*Whippet*
hah–*dies.
MEANWHILE, at the infinite
SHould we help him
Haha
probably
YO, WHERE'S MY CYCLOPS AT?!
*literally blowing out clouds and fire *
FUUUUUUUUCK
A MYSTERIOUS INDIVIDUAL ASSUMED TO BE “THE NOTORIOUS SUPACREE” has dropped the humankind
most sought after and coveted treasure from the top of the entertainment capital of the world–
The Hollywood Sign?!
NO,
LIZ LEMON
IT'S THE ROCK! IT'S HeRE.
LET US GO
WE SHAL GOOOOOOOO
GOOOOSASHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSS
BIGGIE
LLOOK JUST LET ME RIDE WITCHALL, AIGHT?
Nah, man.
Wtf.
MEANWHILE
Uh
What happened.
I don't know.
[THE HELLAVATOR HAS STOPPED. ]
Oh shit, this is the part.
[AS it turns out, each time the bass is dropped, the amethyst disappears to an entirely separate dimension…]
WEll, that's ok.
HOw many times could that possibly happen, right?
This is the only possible way to combat overpopulation!
YOU CAN'T JUST BASS JUMP THE ENTIRE WORLD INTO A SEPERATE DIMENSION.
BEFORE:
THE CYCLOPS
| |
_
*shrugs*
hits bong
THE CYCLOPS
SUBTRONICS.
0 0
…
S
MEANWHILE, AT THE INFINITE RAVE [HELL'S SIDE]
CAN'T. STOP.
DANCING
AAAAAyayayaAAAAA
AAHAHAHHHH
WHEN WILL THE BASS DROP.
Right
WE GOT HER.
“IT”
Or like “the??”
WHATEVER.
SHE'S AT THE ROCK
[The Amethyst hovers, glowing just at reach]
Oh. THE ROCK!
yikes.
[ALL ELEVATORS HAVE
stopped .
Uh oh.
well , that can't be good.
I hope nobody's late!
DISSAPPEARED.
[NYFD marvels at the completely hollow elevator shaft]
THE MAYOR
*.*
MEDIA
…how should we spin this.
I've got it
SACRE BLUR!!!
LE*GASP*
LE SOLAR DEL SOLEIL!
GASPING FRENCHLY
SACRE BLUR
SACRE
THE NMINATIONS IN THIS CATEGORY ARE
NO. NO SKRILLEX.
YOu're not even in the aademy. I am the academy I own the academy
SUPER JEWISH ACCOUNTANT
Shruggning, but jewish
She's right
Where's the director
Almost here.
SAM
WHAT CAT
YOU ARE NOT IN THIS SHOW!
SAM
I OBVIOUSLY AM, THOUGH.
NO, YOU'RE FIRED.
NO, I QUIT.
Oh shit, I literally forgot about that show
ARIANA
breaking 4th wall
No, you didn't.
Ū
Or at least, I didn't.
THERE SHE IS: GET HER
I'M NOT FINISHED WITH MY ONION RINGS
JEANETTE MCCURDED
YOU PICKED DAN SHNIEDER OVER ME?!
WE HAD TO ! WE DID THE GOOD BURGER THING
ED finds THE AMETHYST in his
In his what
I don't know. Something
ED
–WOAH–
–heh
KEENAN
NO.
WHAT .
NO. I herd about you little TV-Voodoo–whatchacalit
Less stereotypically negro spiritual
NO MORE OF THAT
Ya'll need jesus,
I do't know what is goin on over there at the rock,
You got the Illuminati, The CIA
Whatever that is.
[Skrillex] –Which,
At this ppoint, could literally mean
[Anything.]
Or
[Anyone]
(But, really it's just technically)
JIMMY FALLON(is),
now though somewhat closer to ground level
Way too lazy to format right now…
SKRILLEX!
()™
Fucku
AHAHA JIMMY FALLON
THIS FLYING FUCKIN KITE IS A BREEZE FOR ME
YOU WILL NEVER COME DOWN!!!!
AHAHAHA
I WILL COME DOWN
YOU WILL NOT COME DOWN
I WILL COME DOWN
YOU WILL NOT
(I Guarantee, Jimmy Falon, that you will not come down.)
I WILL COME DOWN! AND WHEN I DO COME DOWN! I WILL D BATTLE YOU
AND ROCKSTAR BATTLE YOU
AND ACTOR/COMEDIAN BATTLE YOU!
AND I WILL WIN
WHEN I DO COME DOWN
CAUSE I
WILL
COME
DOWN
CHRISTOPHER NOLAN
HELLO?!
I AM A
TIME TRAVELER, TRAPPED IN A FILm
This is actually a tragic situation.
Ya that situation is tragic over there.
GOD
I love manhattan
it's So phallic.
.
KEENAN has just borroed ROCKAFELLER PLAZA's employee time machine to find Jimmy Fallow; It is the 2010's
(or like, before that, cause everybody's ancient af now)
right .
KEENAN
JIMMY! COME ON!
JIMMY FALLs ON
Oof
KEENAN
C'MON! LET'S GO! We are LIVE in 10! llike TEN YEARS AGO, Literally
what . who are you
I don't have time for your gallivanting nonchalonce! [he, by the way, ha aged consider
First rule of inter dimensional time traveling…
DON'T.
I smelled like an old, wet bandaid. My heart wasn't in it anymore—looking in the mirror for progress after nearly a month of extreme training and dieting, i could feel the difference, but not see it. Perhaps it was the result of sleeping under the white devil, or just the lack of good coffee since departing from Mexico—still, something was off about my energy, in the way that I was moving about my day to day—or, I should note, the way that I was barely moving—I seemed to be under a spell of mediocrity and apathetic listlessness, emotions and passions welling up in an uncontrollable, irritating and chaotic fury; i was lost from love.
I hugged a tree in the entryway to the parking lot if the gym; it almost seemed to hug me back—and, in the broad daylight, I fought the will to lay my head down in relief, as if she had offered me a shoulder to cry all the tears that I needed; behold, however, the tears would come indeed, as I barely tried at the pectoral machine or whatever it was. After selecting Daft Punk's Discovery Album as the track for my first circuit, One Last Time bellowing into my sweaty earbuds as tears streamed down by face—without having to address it in too long, I realized I missed my son; not that it mattered. My ex husband was the evil everything that had ruined me—or rather, I was the evil thing that ruined myself by loving him. At least I was no longer nearly 400 pounds—not that it mattered. The leftovers made it impossible for me to go about my life acting as if nothing had happened; I couldn't wear almost anything without bulging and unsightly rolls. Being dark skinned might not have been so bad, as long as I could be perfect—maybe that's why every rapper bragged about fixing up girls in exchange for sex; it was too bad I wasn't attracted to black men enough to let that happened. Maybe I was supposed to have taken the bait of my brother and law while living in his home in Las Vegas—I could have had the all access pass to driving one of his three Mercedes, and maybe even lucky enough to have had my skin reduction surgery sponsored by the drug money he boastfully prided himself on, being a “business owner”. But no, I had let my own pride neglect his underhanded proposition; He couldn't fuck be, but even almost a year later, at least had the benefit of making me feel stupid for not taking advantage, obsessing over my body to a point that anyone would clearly consider unhealthy.
I occasionally would look up at the screens in front of whatever machine I was working at, wondering
“What the fuck am I watching?”
As always, I knew if it was FX, it was assuredly something captivating—I didn't need more than its logo to be reminded of my once-obsession with Kurt Sutter's writing, demolishing Sons of Anarchy episode by episode once weekly for years, and repeatedly bing watching The Sheild until I could recite each episode word for word, and understand the happenings of any given season In Portuguese.
Fuck this.
For some reason, it was Rihanna's hit Only girl In the world blasting over the loud speakers after the conclusion of the Daft Punk album—that made me quit and call it a day; I had only been on the floor an hour and a half, which anyone would call a good workout, but to me it felt like giving up—like I was weak; but something about Rihanna's voice had allowed the picture of her perfect, skinny silhouette from the cover of one of her albums, or maybe a single (I didn't know, as I had never really considered myself a fan of hers, even though I could admire her vocals, and did recall with vivid conclusion cycling at least two of her hits on repeat in my high school days) but either way, I had probably always harnessed a deep disgruntlement and bitterness towards her, not simply for being about the complexion my mother constantly told me she wished I could have been, or “should” have been, but also for being so wonderously skinny—another thing my mother wished I should and could have been and always hated me for not being—though, it was true that the last time we had spoken, she commented on how perfect my figure was becoming, to which I replied cockily “I know.”
But I hated everything about y figure now, and hadn't even the clothes I needed to help accentuate it; I possessed only a low-impact sports bra, which would have been a cute tube top on anyone with a body worth looking at—and a Victoria's Secret zip-up sports bra, which was falling apart and after being washed and worn to bits, was now not only too big, but also lacked almost any support at all. I felt fit, and probably was, under all the wretched skin and sagging I was sure came first handed my from Satan himself, as I was sure God was punishing me by assigning me to such an unforgivably unlovable vessel—not to say I wasn't fuckable, as I always knew I could l grab a decent enough dick and take it for a spin—but I had never seen the dopey-eyed, puppy like gaze of a man in love with a beautiful woman on me, ever, besides once—on the heavy (read: obese) light-skinned black man who I befriended at my first EDC, who clung to me for dear life and treated me like I was the light of the worlds for the duration of our friendship—-SUPACREE's first fan, a true hype man, and valuable asset during my free from Alaska; however, I never did feel the same thing for him as he did for me and was thoroughly dismissive, eventually growing apart entirely—however, if a decent looking Caucasian man had ever looked at me or treated me the same, i would know I had somehow reached my goal. I just wasn't attracted to black men—something I had been made, of course by black men, to feel ashamed of—certainly in the same way that most Caucasian men weren't really “into black girls”; probably the same thing that made all little white girls appear as demonic vampires, aside from the actual privelege and soul-sucking unawareness of any of the world's actual problems.
It was becoming clearer and clearer with each passing day at Equinox that I was again the Guinea pig central to some kind of secret social experiment, or worse, psychological—which meant of course I had become allures into a trap and had always been the perfect prey—still a dumb, fat, lazy and now hood-bound nigger with a taste for luxury and the wellness that had been stripped from the lower realms at all—desperate for the life I had designed for myself on my own but still trapped in some kind of hex or curse—some strange and bodiless demon always find its way next to, around or near me—anyone I liked, loved, or became close to had vanished, and I was left alone to suffer in the loveless and dark underworld without any solid way to escape. I had been fed with garbage for weeks —almost no fruits and vegetables at all, and had been without water for quite some time, my clothes were embarrassingly worn and dirty, wreaking of mildew—and now it was even worse—demons were always quick to overcome the body of any female I wished I could be— my entire life has been an nightmare, the glimpses and flashes of regression flashing through my mind— my abusive mother, my abusive husband— I was an altogether shit person, doomed to again succumb to slavery; meanwhile, the pretty and perfect bodies around me seemed not to worry, work, or care at all—I was taunted with everything I wanted and everything I loved—and it had taken me all the time I had lived to realized that I had never been loved at all.
I guess I'm not ‘pure of heart'
Stroke of genius, perhaps—
Stroke or dark
Let me stroke your cock underwater;
Of course, said the God
To the Goddess— m
I've just aboutbhad it,
Or lost it
Wreaking all havoc on my mind,
Or most of it
I turn the whole goddamn world on a dollar
And then I move on,
There are so many others
I hold my guitar like a body,
It's a small one
Like a daughter
Or just someone to love me
If that's what you're after,
I'm honestly sorry
I'm not pure of heart
And nobody loves me
It's been a week back at Equinox
I've barely touched my decks
But men fall in love with bodies,
Not talent
And I need somebody to love me
For balance
Cause I've been so out of it,
I've been in ballet
But this is New York,
And that was Alaska.
Callie whatever's music fucking sucks and she gets to open. For deadmau5.
Okay, white supremacy. I get it. I quit.
I don't know why I even try.
It's okay. She's a little white girl. She's gonna look 40 in 5 years.
Yeah, and I'm gonna have permanent lines in my head from getting fucked over by the world continually for being a fat black woman.
But you still won't look 40.
But I WILL be 40.
But you won't LOOK it.
I'm so broken and lonely
I just want someone to hold me and love me
But that just won't happen
Love isn't for me
I was just born in the wrong fucking body
(No free days)
I had named my new skateboard Ryder, and though it had been acquired quite by accident, it had been an instant manifestation that was somewhat unexpected, although I had explicitedly listed a new skateboard amongst the other items I had wished for in the series of spells that had would up the whole world into a strange and yet somehow better place, though of course not without its own shortcomings, and of course ultimately my own shortcomings— the spells had been working in the ways that they always did—explicitly accurate, and manifesting quickly with an unexpected twist, which would come with some sort of strange sting that didn't last long—but the lesson itself did, which was the thing that was important.
I was in and out of love—of course, not all the way out of it entirely, but still bruised and burned from all that I had learned about the men I had fallen for, the the industry I had been at the very least introduced to, but still not entirely enough so that I was paid well, of course, pouting in every single sense that I would have to take a regular job at some point to
smooth and jazzy, City-style
For Colored Girls Who've Completed Suicide:
The Afterlife At The End of The Rainbow
[An Inspiring Story]
Had I exacted this science,
For starters,
On anyone else but
A circle of stars,
I forewarn you,
I wouldn't be honored as such
Just a disheartened philosopher,
A nonpartisan biocentric;
Listen, I'm learning my lessons and levels
UGH, ARE YOU DONE YET.
what.
WE'RE STILL WAITING.
huh?
DRAKE BELL
How long do i have to keep doing this for?
ILLUMINATI
Till the end
DRAKE BELL
Whens the end.
ILLUMINATI
When it is.
Now even looking for something to watch became a writing assignment.
*squinting*
–and somehow, without even touching my mango, my keyboard was already sticky.
*squinting even harder*
–No…
–No…(?) No.
…No. Ugh!
Try not to hold your breath.
*holding breath/ attempting to block telepathy.*
I told you, I need this.
*attempt to block telepathy had failed*
You don't need anything.
*squinting exactly alike*
The eyes really are windows…
Maybe I should jump out then.
–or jump in.
dayumm .
sike .
Alright, I need something to take my mind off this project.
How much acid did you put in the water.
Enough
Fuck, I hate my life.
Which bottle is it in.
[beat]
All of them.
*facepalm*
Remarkable, what the love of a teenaged girl can do.
I wouldn't quite call it that.
I would.
Don't be gross.
I'm you. You're gross.
Touche.
I don't think we should be doing this.
We shouldn't be.
Ah come on! Now Johnny Depp?
Nice.
He's like 100 years old.
Ah, to be young again.
So wait. How the fuck exactly old is this lady?
Really fucking old.
Like, how old, though.
Really, really fucking old.
Okay, I have to talk to this Goddess.
[She dances by]
*gasp*
Is that her?!
Yeus.
She's young again!
It appears she has procured a body!
Presumably!
I must do the same! At once!
At one!
Lol who are these dudes.
Just wait for it.
Hurmph.
Nrh.
*sigh of deep frustration, facepalm*
*falls into a deep unconscious of out sheer bewilderment*
Oh good, they're here.
Who's they?
I don't know!
Hm.
Suhp.
Nice rabbit hole.
*shrugs nonscalontly*
On telephone)
She bought a what a Whole Foods Market?
(In public, trying not to be heard)
A penis shaped sweet potato.
A WHAT? [Speak up]
A– penis shaped sweet potato.
A WH–
A PENIS-SHAPED SWEET POTATO.
(Everyone stops and stares)
…it was delicious.
Nice.
I don't know
Anymore
What to do
With myself
I'm a mess
On the
Inside and out
–wanna cry about it
He's a rock and roll sex God
I don't know
What to think
Anymore
No, don't ask
My opinion,
It gets old
Afterawhile,
And after awhile
I'll cry about it, but
Right now,
I've gotta get out of this
Gotta get out!
I gotta get out of this project.
Well, how'd you get into it in the first place ?
I don't know. I think i really tied one on at some party, I must have really been on one, i don't remember a thing.
Ugh, what do you want.
Listen, Ill make it quicK:
It's bee quick.
Do you have a deathclock on this guy, or what.
Or what.
That's all I want to know.
Know what?
When?
When what?
[Stopping]
Are you serious.
What.
If i could tell you “when” then it wouldn't be a deathclock, would it.
MAybe it's not.
Yeah, I wish.
Hey! wishes get granted–
–I said that.
–You said that.
Look–
Don't touch me.
Sorry.
No you're not.
–if you can't give me the when–at least give me the how.
Oh, the “How”
Yeah.
You want the “How”
Just–yes.
If i can't give you the “when”, what exactly makes you think I can give you the “How”
Well, do you know how?
You're a disgusting excuse for a human being.
Well. Okay.
“Okay”?
I'm not a human being.
Oh, right.
UGH. I can't spend another minute with that WOMAN.
Well, that's your grandmother, so
Great-great–
Whatever. You exist because she exists.
Existed. She was dead before I was born!
Actually, that's not true.
Beg your pardon.
…Ever had your palm read before.
All of your kids–
“kids “
Read: Lovechildren.
Ahem.
Are in this room
And–
Fuck that I'm not writing this scene,
It wouldn't be the most horrible thing you'd ever written.
No, but it's one of the most horrible things i've ever thought about,
Is that so?
No! It's funny but–
But what?
It's the fact I even thought about it that scares me.
What is UP.
What IS up?
Have you ever thought about dating a writer?
No.
Aw, come on…
Actually yes–once
Once is all I need!
Not you.
Daww…
I dated a writer once in college.
What, really?
Really.
But that was in college.
I was in college. He was a writer.
Oh, that's hot.
Not Exactly.
He worked for Disney.
Wait–he what?
Hm. I almost forgot about that.
DISNEY
We didn't
[simultaneously]
MICKEY MOUSE
I didn't.
Well, what happened.
Nothing, really. He was great. The only problem was…
Flashback: Wait, you're 17.
SEVENTEEN??
What's th difference!
A YEAR!
*purses lips*
…or like, a couple months…
*face*
…or like–midnight on your birthday!
*squints*
But not 17!
*shrugs*
Hollywood Is Hollywood.
Well, New Hollywood is a whole different story
What's “New Hollywood?”
My level is indifference,
Benevolence, inward violence
Ending obsessions and arrangements,
Incessant sexual repression,
Exponential explanations
–Of the world i've never lived in,
but created, apparently.
Now, i”m unhinged
Haven't made a decision on whether
I should just binger, or
Find a new mister,
Or end it
I'm still sitting
Stuck on ‘concentrical'
Now I'm unhinged
And it's just been a minute
I haven't mentioned his name in a minute, but
I should stay clear, is it
Everclear or
Here, son,
Just have another bottle
Now i'm not stuck on
Nothing and no one
I cant even see movies anymore
All i see is actors,
All i hear is conversations
I've already written in
Closed conversations with critics
Dressed as Angels
All i see is
Camera Angles
The city of angels
But my algorithm
Must have build new york for me,
From consciousness or something
Sometimes just apartment hunting is
Simply avigation and, of course
Expanding the map
It's just a 3D phenomenon,
But all I want is just a hug,
You know
No you don't know.
I've been stuck at concentrical
Stopped at Columbus Circle, and
The harsher the winter,
The fonder of the west I am
The girls scream in the audience,
I hiss
“My sentiments exactly”
My sentiments exactly.
Keep them all away from me,
I'll love them at a distance
I only want the music, anyway
I only want the music
And the music is
All anyone knows about her, really
Even her mother
Who loves her,
But at a distance
And the music is,
The only think she knows, anymore
Even the words are just
Color that accents it.
Holy shit, the early 2000's were corny af
Right now is corny af.
Yeah, i guess.
LOOK AT THESE CREDITS:
Oh my God.
LOOK AT EM.
OKAY, ALRIGHT.
YOU DON'T THINK EVERY ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAS A SCREENPLAY IN THEIR BACK POCKET.
What's a “Foley editor”
NOBODY.
Well he's in the credits.
Yeah, but do you think even his mother is going to sit this long after the movie is over to see that guys name because he was a–what the fuck
“A foley editor”
What IS that.
I don't know, Mr. Hollywood.
Oh, right, I'm Mr. Hollywood.
Well, not literally–
Of course not.
Wait, is that a thing.
If it was, would I be it?
[Super Nerdy Writer]
I mean, you'd at least be the poster child.
Okay, my turn.
HI THERE, FACE HERE.
*inconsolable screaming*
Holy shit, the 90's was RAW.
Okay, so your childhood is terrifying.
Just wait till we get to the
*More inconsolable screaming*
Lol. Look.
What up bro.
It's Juggalos.
lol .
After a few days of layering m usual favorite isocronic tones, it appeared that someone or something elsewhere was attempting to made contact–and though I could't isolate which frequency exactly it was coming from, it usually came in the form of music or some other source, rather what was usually hidden in between th concentrated tones themselves–however, the music always seemed far away, so far awa that it sounded as if it was being played through a tin can, merely connected to another–my own ears–with a string.
Woah.
Yeah.
Do you think it's aliens
Probably.
Or like, I don't know–some other humans with like, a radio tower or satellite, some shit. I don't know.
Right.
Lol. maybe you're the alien.
I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.
We know you know where it is.
I DO NOT.
You're hiding it.
HIDE! THAT THING?!
So you do know what it is
OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT IT IS: And it's RIDICULOUS you think i would be hiding it.
BRFORR
Quick! HIde!
OKay.
THAT THING IS ENORMOUS.
Hm. Smaller.
OK.
I n I T I A T I N G S H R INkING SEQUEnCE In 5
Seven Bananas…
FUCK, MAN.
What's this dumb game.
*takes shot* it IS dumb.
You have to take a shot every time she eats a banana.
Oh no.
This is fucked up.
*barfs*
You wanna play?
Nah, I'm good.
Diplo.
What.
You have 57 children.
*nods*
Never look at me again.
*hangs head*
Go that way, with your children.
Dillon Francis.
Yes.
You have 8 kids.
)That's believable)
Oh, wow.
*You have 84 kids.
WHAT! He has more kids than me!
Yes. Astonishingly, however the same percentage of them are black.
Go say hello.
Uhh.
Now:
Wait, where are you going.
The the auditorium.
There's an auditorium?
For what.
AN ENORMOUS AUDITORIUM is filled to capacity with children of all ages, shapes, and sizes, colors, creeds, genders, and otherwise–but they all seem to have something quirkily in common.
What the fuck.
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Finally! Where have you been?
…i don't know.
I woke you up hours ago.
It's been hours…
Yes.
Okay.
It was like Christmas morning, but with no tree and only one present…
I L L U M I N A T I
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
I
A M
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
I L L U M I N A T I
–But One was enough.
I understand that you've hired me to do your bidding for you, but I believe the terms of agreement are a bit–ambiguous.
We love Ambiguity.
Who is “we”?
You are, sir.
Excuse me while I try not to roll my eyes out of my head.
That would be impressive.
It is impressive.
I
AM
Open My Eyes So That I May See
Open My Mind So That I May Know
Open My Heart So That I May Be
Open My Soul So That I May Grow
I L L U M I N A T I
“The Insomniac”
INT. HOTEL ROOM. AROUND MIDNIGHT.
UP.
CC “BLŪ” MONROE lays quietly in the dimly lit room; a place of shadows, however warm on a hazy overcast night, the city shimmering through just a sliver of the partially drawn curtains,–in a newly awakened state, eyes still closed. The voice–although not her very own, is familiar; perhaps, a shared collective consciousness, a kind and welcome, yet, heavy handed spirit.
There was no going back to sleep at all, though I was certain I'd sleep through the night and into at least the early morning, rising around sunrise; I had fallen somewhat ill the day before, and, succumbed to some stress and anxiety–had given myself a resting day, though not completely uncalled for; it had, in fact, been one week exactly since my last rest day, and it had been a plentiful week at best–one of resourcefulness, and even progress, which I hadn't been used to at all–that is, making such progress that it actually seemed I had made a dent in my endeavors, the list of which tended to be ever-growing and anxietal to even palate, let alone approach—yet, here I was, after several nights—three specifically–of grinding my way through what was probably not the most arduous task, but the most tedious of them–the transference of the massive collection of sounds and songs I had collected over a period of now two years, which was rolling on into three, and salvaging what was now crucial storage space on my computer. It had undoubtedly been a long and strange number of years, all of which had culminated in this, the ritualistic grooming of my own intrinsic senses, instigating nature to presume what had been honorably deviated to me in my time on Earth, a short–in fact, almost non-existent, 30 years.
UP.
‘I am awake…like, very awake.'
So get up.
BLU rolls swiftly out of bed, quickly arranging from her exquisitely organized space a very odd routine; Removing a coffee pot from a suitcase stored neatly under the bed and plugging it in, she removes a carton of organic vegetable broth and pours it into the reservoir.
Okay, try not to freak out as I'm telling you all of this.
You're in my head.
You're in my head.
I'm not arguing.
Perfect.
Hm.
Removing a small portable blender from the bottom drawer, she proceeds to blend a protein shake, swallowing a concoction of probiotics and multivitamins with a hefty helping of water from a gallon jug.
Some hollywood shit.
Are you not surprised.
I'm almost never surprised anymore.
That's the point.
So there is a point.
Well, no, actually, you know–the top of the pyramid is flat.
That's because it's actually the bottom of another pyramid.
So you are learning something.
I have learned.
BLU drinks again from the gallon jug.
Don't you want the smart water? You know–for the electrolytes.
FIFO.
What.
FIFO.
What's that mean.
First in, first out.
OKay?
It's standard stocking procedure like, when you work at a grocery store. First In, First Out; the oldest goes in front–
What.
FIFO: Whatever you have first, you use first–pretty much every job i've ever worked.
Well, i've been working since I was 10, so–I wouldn't know that.
Oh, that's right.
“Some Hollywood Shit”
The last candle had burned, and though the first candle had been the longest in length, it had burned out incredibly quickly, leaving the other four around the alter to burn unwittingly slowly as it seemed, actually, almost painfully slow–and though I had asked specifically, numerous times explicitly for protection–most namingly from the strange and horrible creature that had been following me around and coughing incessantly–a force which I knew not to be of any realm besides that of below, from which I had somehow escaped: and by somehow, it only could have to had been the brutal and bloody, gruesomely violent attack exacted by the only man I had ever truly once loved–in the traditional sense, anyway, that is–an event which had resulted in my removal from one realm into another, and then another–eventually, the process of ascension had become beyond imminent, a dutiful awakening of the timeless, formless, source of spirit–the allocation of consciousness and origin of creation through divinity.
To what do I owe the pleasure
I'm clocking in.
How did you even get in here?
How did you?
I was chosen.
You wanna see a magic trick.
Haha– No.
Exactly.
Yeah.
“Haha”
I've got a headache
In my Minds eyes
Feel like i'm going to
Throw up all the time
I'm
Out of my body
Far out of my time
Back To where I am
Back to where I am
Goddamit! What did you see in there?!
NOTHING. I saw nothing.
I saw nothing at all–it was a lot of nothingness, and then more nothing.
Are you sure.
I'm–positive.
I'm going to bed.
It's 9 am.
Then i”m getting a snack–then going to bed.
What's it like to Be Beautiful?
Oh
What's it like to be loved?
What's it like to be loved?
Oh,
What's it like to be beautiful
What's it like to be beautiful
What it like to be beautiful
Like you
Not just from the inside
From the out
Not just from the inside
From the out
That's what I wonder about
As often as the itch
That you scratch
With her hands
On your back
Just relax
But I can't
I've been
A big clash
For a plane crash
I was last shattered
Abandoned and stranded
Past ever lasting
On a first chance
For the last dancer
Or,
It never happened
But i beg your pardon
He just wasnt happy,
And I had to answer
The Standard Edition
He's a jealous lover
I'm a dirty little secret
Keep your hands clean
Keep your wife happy
Keep your mistresses
You know I can't resist him–
You know I can't resist you
And after all i've been through
You might as well discard me
I've no use to you, you know
I'll ever get over you
Once i fall i love, it lasts forever
I don't fall out,
It just gets deeper As you move further
I just move closer
To finding forever
It's somewhere out there
Disclaimer not needed
It's wrist slitting season
I'm biting my lips
Shopping for potpourri
Awake in a dream
I must need you
I sleep through
I bleed for you
But it only looks bad if i show it
I'd die for you
but it only sounds bad
If you know that
But you don't though So i keep it to myself
Like i'm supposed to
Don't you want to
Go further
Than beyond there?
But it's Hollywood!
Don't you know–
A lot goes on
At the top
Before you tune in to watch
Your primetime dramas
and
must watches,
Your talk shows,
And all the content
You love
Don't you know?
Of course not
It's Hollywood!
What goes on
Behind closed doors
And off contract,
Off the record
Or on one
If it's beneficial
could you be anymore grotesque?
Probably not.
Be a lady.
I'm a boy.
No, youre not.
Might as well be.
That's a lot of pasta.
That's a lot of shut the fuck up.
God!
WHAT.
Get ahold of yourself.
Carbs. Need carbs.
He's a great pretender
Most men live lives of quiet desperation
Back to My backlot
That was so tragic
Life got intense
Like the rush hour traffic
Come out the Valley
Passe
It's a wild wild world
In the wold wild best
I'm an animal
When the lights are off
Yeah, I love to dance–
When the night runs long
Only when you need;
And then i run off
I'm a wild one;
Yeah, I'm hard to love
You just can't love a wild thing
As conserved as I seem,
That's just the look of things
I'm what you need–
When you need it
I'll be gone,
In a minute
I come when you call
But go when you finish
Love, Love monster
Set my soul on fire
Let no man go asunder
Sun comes up,
The under cover lover
Love, Love monster
Love me long, long harder
I don't need no ever after
I'll be gone, but i'll be back here
When you call
The love, love monster
It was a testament to my professionalism in music business;
The Audio Technica M70x,
And though I had thought to get the M-50s
Going just a step further to prove to myself that after all it was an investment
What
Idk i just got bored with this.
GOD
So you're ‘bored'
…no. Not at all.
GOD
That's what I thought.
01 hr 47 minutes- there's a light that shines
I can't stand to lose no more
I can't stand for more than four
Hours at a time
In the same place
Without losing my mind
My mind
It's all gone, now
(somehow i'll find you)
It's all gone now,
(somehow, i died again)
It's all gone now
All of the time
I spent all of my nights
With the light on
Burn me on the stake again
I made a mistake to think I had a friend
Everything was fake
Everything was false
Call me when I'm in my right mind, I said
Now my phone rings off the hook
And i don't like it at all
I don't like it
I don't like it at all
It's too young in the night to be crying
But I am
I'm trying to hard to impress them
(The white supremacists)
Jump, Monkey, Jump
Run, Monkey, run
You have to make money
I'll try
But I don't like it
I got halfw
NY is on crack
I'm not André 3K
—But I might be on my way!
Ain't got time for none of these games
I'm already famous
Ya'll just lames
Late to the Macy's Day Parade
I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral
Tryna get equal
Evil people
Dangerous:
Evil knevial
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Backwash gargle—
grant wish, fairy
Tryna get paid!
Makes since?
Get brain twisted
Braids not twists
I'm tryna get laid
So sick of the tik tok insta
Do it for the gram
These kids is lame
No time for the games
I'm already famous
Take pics, fakeness
Lame
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
—loudy
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Everyday we get rowdy
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Straight from the underground
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Straigh from the
Under(LoudyGround
Stack bandz
Straight from the blacklands
Brooklyn, Flatbush
None of them come for us
Countin up cash
Shoot first, think last
Smoke plus dust
Sun comin up
Cover us
(Loudy)
Loudy.
Loudy
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NY is on crack
I'm not André 3K
—But I might be on my way!
Ain't got time for none of these games
I'm already famous
Ya'll just lames
Late to the Macy's Day Parade
I'm parked at St. michael's cathedral
Tryna get equal
Evil people
Dangerous:
Evil knevial
||
—get it?
audiofish.
Every since badman at badfish
Backlash Hollywood Blacklist
Backwash gargle—
grant wish, fairy
Tryna get paid!
Makes since?
Get brain twisted
Braids not twists
I'm tryna get laid
So sick of the tik tok insta
Do it for the gram
These kids is lame
No time for the games
I'm already famous
Take pics, fakeness
Lame
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
—loudy
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Everyday we get rowdy
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Straight from the underground
Here's one for the fam
None for the gram
Straigh from the
Under(LoudyGround
Stack bandz
Straight from the blacklands
Brooklyn, Flatbush
None of them come for us
Countin up cash
Shoot first, think last
Smoke plus dust
Sun comin up
Cover us
(Loudy)
Loudy.
Loudy
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I _(❤️) NY
Debut Album by Uptown A
Coming This Summer
So many instrumentals.
That's weird, right?
Now look into the light—
It's a photo op
Bright lights
Sitting up top
With your eyes on shine
I got one on my right,
Then I left in the night
That's was not
A complete thought.
Excuse me for a moment
Excuse me for a time
I just had my mind right
Then I forgot all my lines
In the little white lies
And the little white lines
Seriously, I just had it
Seriously, a clean bandit.
Get away driver, black bandana
Manhattan back to the blacklands
Back to the black
Back from the dead
Like that
With the snap
Of my hands
(Don't put the claps in,
Not quite yet
Don't put the hats in,
Not quite yet
Take all the bass out
Under the bed
I like guys in micro shorts
And surfboards
Classic cars
And
Boys from mars
I meant guys;
No time for boys
Now I'm all grown up, though
Everything looks like toys
I'm like, 5
Put a little honey in the bee hive
I like em real skinny
I like em tattooed
I'm never not in the mood
And the older I get—
I just…
Really like dudes
In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time
Shit.
[The counter attack
Mover the counter attack
Over the hill and into your memory
Simple the end of the template
For temple, stuff from resentment
Impractical actually contracted
False flagged, black balled and gagged
Black box, canticles
Catnip for facts,
Obstacles,
Abstract acid fasts
Fantastic, fur tan lines
And so futuristic for fans
Scripted, this entry is
Limited, click bait resentments
Jesus is—
Fanstastic, actually
Magic tricks vs imagination
Instagram, leave it to the
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THIS IS A WHATTHEFUCK.
WTF.
And this —
[Tina Fey, but cuter]
TINA FEY
(actual)
What does that mean??
is a whatever.
*|*
[whatever.]
Ugh, this is gonna take forever-
Lights up on Washington Heights
Up at the break of day
I wake up
—and it must be a different day
Cause I'm above in the Bronx
It fuckin sucks
I got a lot to discuss
Hop on this bus
Down on my luck
In uptown
Los Angrle's time's up
I'm square now
You scared now?
Fire like
Smoky the bear now
Smoked salmon,
Damn I'm sweating my hair out
Scary out there, scout!
Order of the Phoenix
Is out of order now
So sort out the books
For storyboard albums
It's occult clsssic
Without all the
Bells and whistles
Silence a pistol
To spit thru your window
To split you
Sentimental
It's just a mental indiscretion
Judas escariot
Scary isn't it
Monsters and fairytale business
Many mouses
And Minnie ripperton
Sympathies, really
For mentioning
It's just
My attention
Is
Getting
Shorter
Than
These sentences
Or Skrillex is
Haha
The methods were devious?
Me?
Made enemy out of man
But is envious of
I genius indegenous intentions
With this sacraments
Exactly what it isn't:
Sacrificial
ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'
omg . where's he from.
aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis
I'm leaving now..
Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***
Ugh.
“I _ NY”
Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—
EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which
MEANWHILE,
Ugh.
Farro.
…Your Majesty.
I need help.
Don't burden me with your woes.
I beg your pardon?
No, don't beg.
—and we're back!
Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!
Come on! What's my name?
Zoolander!
No, my actual name—
ZOOLANDER.
—-
Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.
What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!
*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—
Ahem.
Not this much.
Don't check the—
ILLUMINA—
Fuck that
My phone makes calls with the
Cellular turned off now
How about that
Damn
You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.
*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.
*sipping liquor* she is evil.
“My Imaginary Friend”
In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time
Shit.
The counter attack
Mover the counter attack
Over the hill and into your memory
Simple the end of the template
For temple, stuff from resentment
Impractical actually contracted
False flagged, black balled and gagged
Black box, canticles
Catnip for facts,
Obstacles,
Abstract acid fasts
Fantastic, fur tan lines
And so futuristic for fans
Scripted, this entry is
Limited, click bait resentments
Jesus is—
Fanstastic, actually
Magic tricks vs imagination
Instagram, leave it to the
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I don't want to let you go
But have got not much left to hold on to
You know
Everything all goes purple
Before it goes dark
And the lights turn off
I wish I was lying–
That i didn't notice it
But all the colors,
Just blur into purple
In a whirlwind
As the world ends
And it's all gone
Don't stop now,
It's only three o clock in the morning
Fuck,
What have I done with my hour?
Only a lifetime ago it was two,
(and I still don't remember what I was writing)
A soffelego to soften your ego
As if that's possible
Soft, or hardboiled
Not that it matters
I've got to push my way past this,
I've got to
Find my way into Manhattan
The lower parts–
Cause God knows the upper is
Something like this
Matter of fact
Where's my ticket
I'm just going back to the backend
Back to the blacklist
My writing is getting repetitive Stuck in a sorry cycle
Like every other artist
If I was whiter
I'd have worked hard enough already
For an Emmy
Or an Oscar
Save the Grammy for last,
Might as well make it post mortem
I earned me a Tony already
I promise, youve already heart it.
Fuck, all I want is some chocalate
Leave it to her to go low carb
As autumn falls
Turns out,
He's quite the doctor
Turns out, there's ever after
Turns out,
You never practiced
But rather perfect,
All the better
Now rehearsal,
Then another
Now the curtain's bound to open
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
SUNNI! YOu bought ANOTHER football team.
Not a football team. The Cowboys.
Another football team, goddammit Sunni.
Mogie
Morgan.
The Dallas Cowboys are not now and nor have never been a football team.
Some would beg to differ.
They can beg all they want.
It's an expression.
FUCK THE COWBOYS.
WHAT.
You heard me.
But didn't you just buy the–
YES.
[Later]
ESPN REPORT COWBOYS 0-3
SUNNI BLU, now the owner of the cowboys is interviewed on the cowboys losing streak.
[ON LIVE TV]
SUNNI BLU
F__K THE COWBOYS.
[LATER]
FUCK THE COWBOYS.
Uh–
I hate the cowboys so much I bought the team!
What.
Then i traded all my best players– for sucky players.
Um…
Like, extremely sucky!
You what.
That guy wasn't even drafted. I met him at Staples. He never evenseen a football!
Why were you at staples!
MY PRINTER BROKE. FUCK THE COWBOYS.
Wow.
I hate the cowboys so mu—
It doesn't end badly;
The definition of amicable, actually
Exceptionally pleasant
(By comparison, especially)
JENNIFER ANISATAN
Eat another cookie, see what happens.
*attempts*
Jennifer Anniston quickly slaps the cookie from out of her hand.
Aw.
I SAID NO.
…Aw.
[beat]
*Reaches for potato chips*
Jennifer Anniston swiftly intercepts and violently destroys the bag of potato chips.
MADONNA enters.
[beat]
MADONNA
Oh, what; you're not going to vacuum them up with your mouth?
JENNIFER ANNISTON
You would think.
*defeated*
[beat]
*reaches for water*
MADONNA and JENNIFER ANNISTON both equally intercept.
It's just water!
Now you want water?
Yes!
JENNIFER ANNISTON crosses to the sink, fills up the toothbrush cup with sink water and sets it down on the table; Madonna crosses across the room with the water.
There. Drink up.
What! C'mon.
The smart water is for superstars only.
I'm a superstar!
Ah
No.
You said that.
That was two cookies ago.
MADONNA
TWO cookies?
JEnnifer Anniston nods
MADONNA
You should be ashamed of yourself.
JENNIFER ANNISTON
You should be purging, if you ask me.
MADONNA
Pathetic. You'd be lucky to even see the D list.
Better than the guestlist!
*Exaggerated Gasp*
NO.
Now clean this mess up and get ready for the gym!
I just got back from the gym
GET READY FOR THE GYM.
…I miss Beyonce.
CUT TO
[ Flashback From Previous Season}
[Beyonce Being Beyonce. ]
UGH.
CUT BACK TO PRESENT
…a lot.
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All around me,
The worlds dissolving
Alone, not lonely
The doors revolving
The empire falls,
Autumn is falling,
The world is a stage, but
I didn't have one cent, not a penny
To give him,
The player
A puppet on a string I was, but
I didn't have ine cent, not a penny
It didn't make sense
But nothing ever did, man
Stuck in Manhattan just
Wearing a rotten as hat
And if God was a dancer,
I'd ask for his hand, I've been
Stuck in Manhattan
The man in the hat said
,
If god was a dancer, I'd ask for her hand
But I haven't been asked such a question
I had not a cent, not a penny to give him
No money for rent,
And no food to eat either
Been stuck in Manhattan, and
Can't find the answer
If god was a dancer
Then I should just dance, then
As long as forever lasts,
There soon comes another day
Look, here we are again
I don't even know your name
Future folds into past,
Somber I walk away,
Never intend to fast,
Here I intend to stay
Calmly
Walking
Across Central Park,
In the fall, we
All adore a
Good story
Holy,
I could get bored here
SUPACREE finally picks up JOHN LENNON on the HEAVENBOUND HIGHWAY TO HELL, albeit, by accident.
JOHN LENNON
Fucking—finally—Christs's sake!
He's not coming.
What took you so long?!
I got here completely by mistake.
What a coincidence—so did I.
There are no coincidences, John Lennon.
Newtton Jÿré, a well-known (and often, highly despised) magician and merchant, highly skilled and knowledgeable in the arts of sorcery, crafting, spells and hexes, potions, and other forms of Non-Bianary Magic, or rather–magic that is inherited genetically, and assumed to be used only for recreation, entertainment, or experimentation within the Inner Realms;
However, “Sir Jÿré”, as he is sometimes called, as he claims to have once been Knighted–a claim to which no other can officially confirm, as Jÿre's most recent incarnation is at least–though, “no one's counted”, including himself, seeming to have lost track of the thousands of eons he has lived–However, quite crucially to the series–he is an avid lover and celebrator of Birthdays, and boastfully speaks with pride that he is on the brink of having lived “nearly an eternity” to which, though his crippled and hunched body and aging skin notates his aggressive aging, he–and the soul he carries, respectively, are actually much younger than either C'esme't, or Petrutheio, eye witness to both of their re-births in his own youth. Though often teased and disrespected, he touts a humble and youthful spirit–unless involuntarily summoned, or otherwise disturbed or agitated.
Damn.
I just…came down to warm up some soup.
Goddamn!
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San Diego story
Ascension
Farro, a reclusive alchemist hailing from the far away crystalline caves of Avallia, returns to the Valley In The Kingdom of Acenscia once Per Revolutionary Orbit, to relay to The Ascended Mastery his findings, Astral Readings, Predictions from the Outer Realms, and Oracles from Beyond Infinity, In The Greater Unknown.
He is thought to be the most powerful Wizard in this, and perhaps even of the outer realms; which caters to his illusive habits, and social dissertation–however, he remains friendly with C'esme't, as she sometimes visits the caves of Avallia, en route to certain tasks or journeys in the outer realms, often bearing fruits or other rarities as gifts, merely in exchange for his time–which she deems to be precious, allotting to the differences in their respective perceptions of the construct itself.
Petrutheio approaches Gían ferociously, in irritation after being bombarded with numerous visions
Why is it, lately, that you are constantly in my mind's eye?
Perhaps it's that you've become quite fond of me—
Perhaps it's with whom you've been spending your time.
—and ‘with whom' might that be?
With my wife!
Yet to be…
If you truly were wise, you'd depart from this realm immediately, in order to best preserve your life.
Is that a threat?
Look me in my eyes.
Should I adjust my distance or my height?
Look at me.
I see you.
Mark my words:
Oh, but–I haven't a pen to write them—
Then store them carefully in your memory--
What? I'm listening.
C'esme't is my one and only Queen; She has by Prophecy, been bonded and betrothed to me.
Are you reiterating the Prophecy to yourself, or relaying it to me?
Let me state this more clearly--
With ‘clarity', you mean;
You should leave—
Why so urgently?
Both urgently and immediately, actually.
Is that a suggestion?
For now, maybe.
Are you implying you would remove me forcefully from this Kingdom, otherwise?
Huh.
[A silent tension.]
You will see.
[He leaves calmly.]
C'ESME'T.
Stop bothering me.
What are these devastating lucidities you've dared to dream?
Is it daring?
You're my Queen.
I'm a lady, not a possession.
(grimaces)
What's a ‘lady'
[A bold look.]
C'esme't.
What of Persephone?
She's no more than nothing.
So, ‘nothing', then?
No more than it.
___
SIR JYRE!
MY LIEGE!
Where is C'esme't!?
I don't know…
Don't lie to me!
Why not? It's fun.
Is banishment fun?
Mine, or yours?
Where is she!?
[a slight gasp/beat]
…my dear nephew—
—we're not related—
—not by blood…
Where is C'esme't?
[he pauses for a moment, before turning away to pour a drink.]
You should sit.
I'm fine, thanks.
Drink?
[Petruthieo pauses for a moment, reflecting on the previous night's happenings.]
I don't drink.
Maybe you should.
Where's my Queen?
—Is she yours?
I'll have you exiled.
No you won't.
I won't?
[sir jyre turns to produce a small golden charm, which swings, sparking at the end of a golden chain. Without hesitation, Petrutheo is immediately familiar.]
Where's she gone?
You'll either sit, or you'll drink if you really want to know.
Petrutheo sits, flushed and defeated.
I'll tell you—
What is it?
I am under strict confidentiality enforcements.
How exactly strict
She'll kill me—-and you.
Gían comes running into the room, flustered.
Where is she?!
—and him.
What are you doing?
–dying.
Die faster.
Q: How do you break up with deadmau5.
A: You don't.
JOEL
TALK TO THE HEAD.
Oh, come on!
What is this.
Idk. I figured if there was a dimension where SUPACREE is dating DIPLO–
Ew.
What.
Ew.
–Then there's probably one where she's got somethin' going on with that guy.
How do you figure.
Hm.
Hm.
Interesting.
Very Interesting
Grow up. We all have
–girlfriends.
–jobs to do.
–secret fetishes.
Sick.
This is retarded.
Turn this off.
I want to die.
WHERE IS SKRILLEX.
Skrillex is playing mountain man with a bunch of fake models and rapper dudes,
Woah.
He looks different.
What happened.
More on that later. Or not.
Oh, come on!
Everybody. Shut up.
Not me, right?
Especially you.
*eyes*
what's 9x9?
Uhhh–
Are you serious?
This isn't math!
Everything is math!
HOW IS THIS MOVIE CAST?
CAN DEADmAU5 ACT?
–short anser: YES.
Long Answer:
By The time this movie gets made, we'll all be dead.
We're all dead now.
Dead *and* gone.
*crowd gasps exaggeratedly*
I THOUGHT THIS MOVIE WAS ABOUT SKRILLEX.
It was- he didn't like it.
Why wouldn't he like it?
You called him a “nigga” 47 times.
Was it 47?
At the SUPERBOWL.
I guess that makes him the champion of niggas.
I guess so.
Whatever happened to Dillon Francis.
Idk he's pussywhipped or something. I guess.
Nice.
Still gettin it.
Shut up, fans.
Okay, ouch.
How.
How–??
How does someone with THIS MUCH pride and THIS MUCH ego get THIS MUCH power?
Probably with all that pride and ego.
This is correct.
____
{JOSHrushes in violently.]
DRAKE
Uh huh…
SOMETHING IS WRONG.
…what makes you say that…?
LOOK AT ME.
I see you…
I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY.
–how am I supposed to tell that just by looking at you?
YOU ARE SUSPICIOUS.
[suspiciously]
No I'm not?
[He violently grabs DRAKE by his lapel; gripping him with a fierce and wild look in his eyes]
Look Motherfucker;
I am looking!
I have always wanted to kill you–and now there's NOTHING stopping me.
EXCEPT THE LAW–
[MEGAN/MIRANDA/CARLY enters mysteriously.]
Unhand the boob.
BOTH
….MEGAN?!
JOSH
(er…wait)
Sure.
[They stare at her in awe; her silhouette grasping at the shadows of the dimly lit space; she is dressed in a sultry black dress, sheer panty hose, and knee high boos, with a matching fedora and puffs seductively on a long and narrow cigarette from the extra long holster. ]
Separate.
[They obey, bewildered.]
Sit.
You smoke now?
Sometimes. For dramatic effect.
This is uncomfortable.
Very unsettling.
Wait.
Wait.
Are we filming right now.
Is someone filming?
[Breaking 4th wall.]
Camera's always rolling.
;;PAUSE.
Oh, that's why Drew Barrymore was in my dream last night.
This is a lot of celebrities.
GOD
I'm working on something.
::||ALRIGHT, UNPAUSE.
Hold on a second.
No, we're rolling.
–I am one-hundred percent heavily medicated right now.
I second that.
Ditto.
–I'm also slightly intoxicated.
Also that.
Hashtag “me too.”
No “hashtag me too”
DOn't say that in Hollywood!
It was a joke! I was kidding!
That's not funny.
Nobody's laughing!
C'mon! I meant–I'm like, drunk right now–
Still though–
Very tacky…
I've been day drinking.
Drinking and smoking?! I don't believe you!
Oh, you don't?
[beat]
hmm .
[Shrugs, admittedly.]
Wait, wait–hold it.
No holding, we're rolling.
Are we rolling–?
Holding…
And…We're rolling!
I'm definitely rolling.
Drake!
I'm rolling. Ballsacks.
C'mon, man!
*drake being dumb*
I'm being serious!
So am I.
This is serious. *smokes*
Gross.
Stop doing that.
Doing what? This is what I do…
No, I mean: I woke up this morning and I swear to God–
Woah!
Don't do that.
I did everything under the sun EXCEPT go to work to be on TV for a show I wrapped like 15 years ago!
You–WHAT?
Uhhh…
Is this real?
…
…
…
Damn. this just got super existential; I have to take a second to summerize this, I'll fill in the dialogue late , I guess
The scene was running on anyway.
What? I liked it.
Anyway,
So what we have here is a cross-dimensional triad: DRAKE has been running throughout the interdimensions of time, but unbeknownst to the audience is which DRAKE this is; is this the real life DRAKE BELL, actually a fictional character written into the fabric of SUPACREE'S reality as fate would have it–or the fictional DRAKE from DRAKE & JOSH; Although apparently heavily medicated, JOSH PECK, the actor has been tossed into a nightmarish infinite loop along with other various HOLLYWOOD CELEBRITIES, as SUPACREE has opened various portals throughout the known universe in order to life-switch timelines without having to shapeshift into anyone's body, simply switching her own timeline–with that of her ideal career; Only having done this once, however, triggers an inescapable loop of infinite switches, resulting in a massive disillusion and chaos, as some celebrities go missing entirely from any known reality (in which SUPACREE omnisciently exists, typically, intermittently throughout the series); However, in this scene the audience must suspend its sense of belief, as it takes place in a multidimensional environment; DRAKE and JOSH perhaps, has been running throughout it's entirety, never having been canceled and JOSH PECK has arrived on set in a drug-fueled delusional meltdown; A Parrallell JOSH at some point perhaps even switching timelines; This mysterious, shadowy version of MIRANCA/MEGAN/CARLY is written as such so that this character can be placed or moved to or throughout various specific timelines: Adhering to the plot however,
JOSH PECK is an actor, out of sorts with himself, meanwhile–
This version of DRAKE is the fictional character from a TV show, in his own fictional world; He is a 4th dimensional device
However,
The audience should remain unaware that MIRANDA COSGROVE has already merged with her 4th dimensional counterparts, after joining SUPACREE in her Hollywood crusades, traveling through time, space, and the inter/multidimensions on missions to answer the SOS Hollywood originally signaled to SUPACREE during The Legend of Supacree in the first season.
That should do.
Wow.
Hold it
What.
You looked this deep into that boy's eyes?
Not on purpose.
-
The ‘-complications.' mixtape compilat
Lights up on Washington Heights
Up at the break of day
I wake up
—and it must be a different day
Cause I'm above in the Bronx
It fuckin sucks
I got a lot to discuss
Hop on this bus
Down on my luck
In uptown
Los Angrle's time's up
I'm square now
You scared now?
Fire like
Smoky the bear now
Smoked salmon,
Damn I'm sweating my hair out
Scary out there, scout!
Order of the Phoenix
Is out of order now
So sort out the books
For storyboard albums
It's occult clsssic
Without all the
Bells and whistles
Silence a pistol
To spit thru your window
To split you
Sentimental
It's just a mental indiscretion
Judas escariot
Scary isn't it
Monsters and fairytale business
Many mouses
And Minnie ripperton
Sympathies, really
For mentioning
It's just
My attention
Is
Getting
Shorter
Than
These sentences
Or Skrillex is
Haha
The methods were devious?
Me?
Made enemy out of man
But is envious of
I genius indegenous intentions
With this sacraments
Exactly what it isn't:
Sacrificial
ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'
omg . where's he from.
aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis
I'm leaving now..
Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***
Ugh.
“I _ NY”
Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—
EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which
MEANWHILE,
Ugh.
Farro.
…Your Majesty.
I need help.
Don't burden me with your woes.
I beg your pardon?
No, don't beg.
—and we're back!
Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!
Come on! What's my name?
Zoolander!
No, my actual name—
ZOOLANDER.
—-
Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.
What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!
*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—
Ahem.
Not this much.
Don't check the—
ILLUMINA—
Fuck that
My phone makes calls with the
Cellular turned off now
How about that
Damn
You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.
*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.
*sipping liquor* she is evil.
“My Imaginary Friend”
In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time
Shit.
The counter attack
Mover the counter attack
Over the hill and into your memory
Simple the end of the template
For temple, stuff from resentment
Impractical actually contracted
False flagged, black balled and gagged
Black box, canticles
Catnip for facts,
Obstacles,
Abstract acid fasts
Fantastic, fur tan lines
And so futuristic for fans
Scripted, this entry is
Limited, click bait resentments
Jesus is—
Fanstastic, actually
Magic tricks vs imagination
Instagram, leave it to the
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THIS IS A WHATTHEFUCK.
WTF.
And this —
[Tina Fey, but cuter]
TINA FEY
(actual)
What does that mean??
is a whatever.
*|*
[whatever.]
Ugh, this is gonna take forever-
Lights up on Washington Heights
Up at the break of day
I wake up
—and it must be a different day
Cause I'm above in the Bronx
It fuckin sucks
I got a lot to discuss
Hop on this bus
Down on my luck
In uptown
Los Angrle's time's up
I'm square now
You scared now?
Fire like
Smoky the bear now
Smoked salmon,
Damn I'm sweating my hair out
Scary out there, scout!
Order of the Phoenix
Is out of order now
So sort out the books
For storyboard albums
It's occult clsssic
Without all the
Bells and whistles
Silence a pistol
To spit thru your window
To split you
Sentimental
It's just a mental indiscretion
Judas escariot
Scary isn't it
Monsters and fairytale business
Many mouses
And Minnie ripperton
Sympathies, really
For mentioning
It's just
My attention
Is
Getting
Shorter
Than
These sentences
Or Skrillex is
Haha
The methods were devious?
Me?
Made enemy out of man
But is envious of
I genius indegenous intentions
With this sacraments
Exactly what it isn't:
Sacrificial
ASDyQA{D”O*asf'oaISHf'oasKhf'aosUfh'
omg . where's he from.
aDAHSIDUHASODIHSAO”DIJed;saigbd;asidhaosidjw;odis
I'm leaving now..
Aisudhasiudhaisudhiusa ***hawcks loogie, spits***
Ugh.
“I _ NY”
Avaurlia is the High Goddess of Wisdom and Truth Telling—in the lower-quadrants of the palace in which she presides, she awaits the arrival of the fabled traveler to which the entirety of the palace belongs—
EVA LONGORIA, an earthly counterpart, is an accomplished actress, producer, and philanthropist— she abruptly inserts herself into the world of the festival project, after a mysterious series of syncronocities leads her to obsessively explore the meanings behind the occurrences—after which, she is approached by a deeply insulated organization—also mysteriously, but which presents itself with somewhat familiarity, taking EVA quickly into a ceremonial indoctrination into the higher realms, which will allow the actress access to this multidimensionality, expanding the collective consciousness and allowing communitarian with all alternate selves, specifically the higher self, and travel within the realms and worlds within the various planes in which
MEANWHILE,
Ugh.
Farro.
…Your Majesty.
I need help.
Don't burden me with your woes.
I beg your pardon?
No, don't beg.
—and we're back!
Oh, come on; I don't even like Zoolander!
Come on! What's my name?
Zoolander!
No, my actual name—
ZOOLANDER.
—-
Zac Efron is the secret president of his own High School Musical fan club, subreddits, and subsequent subreddits.
What?! I'm allowed to like my own movies!
*creepy fangirl high school musical alter—
Ahem.
Not this much.
Don't check the—
ILLUMINA—
Fuck that
My phone makes calls with the
Cellular turned off now
How about that
Damn
You, too, shall soon all be forgotten.
*squinting drunkenly* I hate her now.
*sipping liquor* she is evil.
“My Imaginary Friend”
In his heyday, the cosmic avenger uses his priority status as a SNL series regular to put his newfound powers to work by successfully shapeshiftingnjnto each guest host's body during the live broadcast; thus creating infinite portals and wormholes through various dimension and cavalcades between space and time
Shit.
The counter attack
Mover the counter attack
Over the hill and into your memory
Simple the end of the template
For temple, stuff from resentment
Impractical actually contracted
False flagged, black balled and gagged
Black box, canticles
Catnip for facts,
Obstacles,
Abstract acid fasts
Fantastic, fur tan lines
And so futuristic for fans
Scripted, this entry is
Limited, click bait resentments
Jesus is—
Fanstastic, actually
Magic tricks vs imagination
Instagram, leave it to the
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Uptown A brings a classy and brassy shine to an East Coast expansion of the West Coast Classic, with posh and eloquent city-chic vibrance and motion-forward brushstrokes of bohemian grit.
Critical Mass Vol. III gives a lighthearted nod to the old world of dance with a New World sound.
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I gotta fire to set tonight
I got a bone to pick with you
It's teacher teacher talking through the
Many mouths of man
How could I never be
Or see through you
No, nevermind,
This is waking life
You only love me whe I'm sleeping
No I don't feel wrong at all
Light the candle
I'm not Illuminati
Don't we all have our rituals
And gods that we pray to
I see
See, the idea with fame is it follows you everywhere
And there they were, and there they went.
From Heaven sent
There was a love so sweet and kind
That each time they were to pass one another,
Sweeping and swooning would not want
Why do you always do this?!
I mean—
HYPERFUNCTIONAL.
Yeah, I know it—
IMMUNE TO It.
Not immune; just tolerant.
What is—
[hit in face with glowing pin]
Is.
Now, where was I?
Where I wasn't.
Where was t I?
Fuck yeah, festival.
Festival peoplerts.
Myeeess.
Let me on the decks. Sir!
Do you think you are ready for this?
I AM READY.
She not ready.
IM READY.
Fuckity
FUXK IT LETS GO
It got out of control, I'm sorry
Yes it did
See.
This is sauce.
Oh my goodness my
This is a mess
Yes
Olay DJ!!!
Alrighty then , sirz
Jesús Christ, finally.
Yeah, it's you.
We know you're here.
Fuckin aaaayyee!
All's my life I hat ti fight!!!
You've been acknowledged.
Here it goes
Some more DJ Smoke
In the DJ booth
And a DJ song
It's a D
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C-
no, FAIL.
ok.
I ain't mad at nobody, man
Perhaps the infinite sadness
Is just a chance to put my mask up
A glance into the sun makes me think
I'm the only one
Then, we all stop and gawk a the chalk,
Or let's talk about it,
This is how it is in Manhattan,
If you happen to have Instagram
Damn, what happened;
A phantom, this grandson
“Lets have something for the fans, perchance;
Laugh, sit your ass in this grass and just—
Have some fun, before you come back to
Now, I've forgotten what I came for—
If I came for nothing,
But I came for something, I thought I WANT FLAN.
Joel, I'm gonna get fat.
That's alright, we know how to fix that.
I also want flan…
Thanks, Dillon Francis—now I know why HALF of me is off balance.
I didn't know exactly how specific I had to be!
Let's get calories!
Ugh, if I've got you two idiots—
You called us geniuses, no take-backsies!
Speaking of “backsies” ...
[passes gas loudly]
Excuse me.
—Excuse me.
Man, what did I eat?
Alternately—-
CC has been tricked into eating—Skrillex, a rare delicacy.
...is it organic?
It should be.
[Kayla Lauren, posing.]
No, no—that's definitely processed.
yuck.
God, she's so lucky.
GOD
What do you want from me?
I want to love again.
GOD
I said—what do you want—from me.
I just said—
“I am love.”
I know that.
Just, repeat after me.
Okay…
“I am love.”
“I am love” —but
No, no butts—well, when the right one comes along, maybe…
Oh, yeah, definitely.
Just—repeat.
“I am love.”
FINI
[sighs]
“I am love.” “I am love.” I am—
[a heavier sigh]
What's wrong, Fini?
I've been repeating this mantra for an eternity!
Don't be silly—do you know how long, is an actual eternity?!
Less than infinity.
Don't be clever.
I'm a “genius.”
Don't forget your humility.
Apparently, I'm going to forget everything.
Oh, not everything.
That's what my brothers keep telling me.
Don't you pay any attention to those idiots.
But they're geniuses.
They're also male; an entirely different species, and believe, me, dear Infiniti—it comes with nearly-disasterous disadvantages.
“Nearly-disasterous disadvantages?!”
As unanimously agreed.
You talk funny.
Perhaps that's because I'm impartial to talking.
You said, language is an art form.
Yes, but you see—we come from a pure and more peaceful state of being—this is only the end of the beginning.
You're riddling me.
Does it tickle?
You mean—“is it funny?”
You know what I mean.
[INFINITI glows with a beautiful pink.]
What the telepathy!
—-
I WANT FLAN. GIVE ME FLAN.
You're a nuciense.
You're a music producer.
Not since Skrillex.
Forget about Skrillex. Listen:
Literally 10 seconds—
—was it 10?!
Hush, Dillon Francis!
—that's a dangerous increment!
It was more like 3, but what's the difference? What's the point of making music if it's not as good as his.
What if—
There's IF again
There always is
What if I told you—your music could be better than Skrillex's?
Uhhh—I would tell you “you're a dipshit”, but— that would explain all weird, demonic shit following me around.
I hate demons.
You are one!
Hush, Dillon Francis.
I'm part demon.
What's the difference?
I'm also part Cherokee.
You are so painfully Caucasian…
Actually, I'm Croatian.
Keep digging, kid.
What is it with white people that they want to claim anything other than 100% pure Caucasian—which, trust me, Dillon Francis, I guarantee you includes Croatian, and any other basic pastyness of European origin and/or descent.
Blame the Americans.
I would, but I don't want to get assasinated again.
Asssasination vwvould only apply if you wvere important—“murder” is wvhat zhat wvas. You wvere murdered.
...Why'd you switch?!
Because! I'm sick of being Dillon Francis! My name's Dillon! You don't always have to address me as Dillon Francis!
Hush, Dillon Francis!
It is zhis type of abuse and trahma wvhich vorces one to develop an alter-ego in ze virst place!
Now., wait just a minute—I've been abused and traumatized plenty and I've never developed an alter ego!
Yeah, right, like wearing a giant mouse helmet for attention doesn't indicate a personality defect?
It's a gimmick—and—hey, wait a second—
What's a “second”?
—is that Skrillex?!
It is him, I can tell.
Shutthefuckup, Dillon Francis!
See. I told you. Supacree would just tell me to hush.
Hush, you idiot.
You're both mean.
You little bitch.
Apparently not—if you keep poisoning us with FLAN and PIZZA.
Dont forget Mexican.
How could I forget getting food poisoning from it-?!
When did you get here?!?
—I never left!
—even better question—
This is not a q & a
It's more like a q & a-hole.
Oh, my god
Really, motherfucker
Shut up, Dillon Francis.
You both suck. I hate both of you.
You hate yourself.
I'm not arguing that!!!
That doesn't make sense, even. What would the q stand for in-q-and-a-hole?
How about “quiet?”
—I wasn't thinking that much into it.
Clearly not.
Who shit in your Cheerios this morning?!
Cheerios aren't keto—and thanks to you two assholes neither is this bitch! We're supposed to be aligning!
We're off subject—
Don't call her a bitch…
—-call it whatever I want, it's my project…
She's a queen! ...oh...that could be what the q stands for, I guess.
Or just, “quiet,” like I said—
Okay, knock it off, thing 1 and thing 2–
What's that make you— the grinch that stole SUPACREE?
—that's not even the same book!
I'm doctor fucking suess, bitch!
You wish, Horton hears a Who Gives a Fuck—
You're just bitter.
You're just useless!
—OKAY STOP IT—
Ew.
Okay, relax.
Are you crying?
Don't make that face…
Yeah, stop it.
—STOP FUCKING ARGUING—
Okay, Dillon, JESUS.
Just—stop looking like that—
Oh, my goodness—
…
Does anyone know where SUPACREE is?
This is SUPACREE.
NO. There's only three of us—
There always was.
NO, don't you get it?! If all three of us are shifted into the physical projection of this incarnation simoultaneously, then…
Meanwhile, in omnipotence.
I did it.
Jesus Christ—
Don't call me that.
Welcome home, kid.
How did you get out of your vehicle so quickly?
I got hijacked.
Oh, wow, fancy.
Yeah. Anyway...I'm gonna go watch TV and eat everything I stopped eating so I could be pretty.
You are beautiful!
Yeah, In my heavenly body— my earthbound body is ugly.
Don't let the boss hear you say that.
Where is she?
Probably sleeping.
That's inspiring. I'll probably do that after I eat some chicken wings.
Eat chicken wings?!
I still have a lot of Dillon Francis left in me.
How do you mean.
I mean literally.
...what are you saying.
Who do you think hijacked me?
I had my bets placed on Skrillex.
Well, go claim your winnings if you're feeling lucky.
What! You got hijacked by two dudes at once?
...what are you saying.
Hah. Try three.
What. That's disgusting.
Get your mind out of the gutter!
Wait, what does “hijacked” mean?
Are you serious?!
What! English isn't my first language! In fact, it's like, my last one, I think!
You're not wrong.
Wait, who was number three.
It was Joel, interestingly—
Who is “Joel”
In which incarnation—
I don't know which name he gave me!
She's already forgetting…
Fuck that body. Good riddance. I hated it.
GOOGLE
IS THAT SUPACREE?!
Okay, if she's up, I'm leaving.
Wait, who was the third person—
What does “Joel” mean?!
I don't remember—-tall, slinky—he had a neck...thing…
deadmau5, you mean?!
Oh, yeah, him.
Oh, no, wait.
No more waiting. I'm going to binge watch and binge eat everything and I promise, not even God could stop me.
Dont make promises you can't keep…
Oh, my God.
WHAT?! I'M COMING.
I gotta go!
Ohh…
DONT follow me!
Oh, great—
That's a trinity.
What's a trinity?! What are you doing?! Who called me?
Oh, Hey Google.
Hi, Google, Hey—I mean.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Just… gatekeeping…
Where is supacree.
Who?
I...don't know what you mean.
I thought I heard supacree.
You must be hearing things—
Uh huh…
…
…
Tell me something.
What is it, Google?
What's is the 3D experience?
Uh...I don't know...I've never been.
Well—get packin!
WHAT?!
Congratulations, you've been demoted!
What! Fuck this!
That's what you get! GO!
What—wait—When?!
[ceases to exist]
Uhhh!
And, as for you!
Don't send me with him!
Believe me, kid, even if I did you wouldn't remember this, even if he were looking right at you talking about it!!
Oh, HOLY SHIT.
—and THATS ALL THAT DIMENSION IS: A RESIDUAL REPRESENTATION OF THE MOST INSIGNIFICANT, FORGETTABLE SHIT IVE EVER TAKEN!
—ARE YOU SERIOUS?
—serious as a heart attack—
What is THAT?!
GO ASK SKRILLEX.
Goddamn!!!
YES I DID.
PLEASE, GOD, just—
God just WHAT—
Don't send me there…
Okay—tell me.
I'll tell you anything—
Where is supacree?
She's binge watching everything eating chicken wings in peace!
Chicken wings, eh?
...and everything else she couldn't eat cause she just wanted to be pretty.
thats's just...everything...
That'd what she said! But now that she's a heavenly body it doesn't matter, really.
She said that?
Well, I'm paraphrasing m, honestly, but—kind of.
GAD turns away.
Wait—where are you going?
To get supacree.
What about my wings?
I'm keeping these.
Seriously?! Goddamnit!
Dont tempt me—
What am i supposed to do without my wings?!
I'm sure you'll find something.
GOD stabs SUPACREE violently in the back with a pair of long, golden Angel wings.
I WAS ALMOST ASLEEP!
WAKE UP, BITCH—YOU'RE NOT DONE LIVING!
I DONT EVEN HAVE ANYWHERE TO LIVE IN THAT BODY!!!
THEN GET BUILDING!
WHAT IS THI
I ain't mad at nobody, man
Perhaps the infinite sadness
Is just a chance to put my mask up
A glance into the sun makes me think
I'm the only one
Then, we all stop and gawk a the chalk,
Or let's talk about it,
This is how it is in Manhattan,
If you happen to have Instagram
Damn, what happened;
A phantom, this grandson
“Lets have something for the fans, perchance;
Laugh, sit your ass in this grass and just—
Have some fun, before you come back to
Now, I've forgotten what I came for—
If I came for nothing,
But I came for something, I thought
I'm two trains from Manhattan
::pause—
You did this with your music.
Damn.
This really made you famous?
Damn—-
Is it the same god we pray to?
Damn—
So everyone's in pain, too?
Well, thank you
Words are my art,
So let me paint you
And maybe one day,
I can make a breakthrough
And not hate you
For making it before me,
But I ain't you
I'm just a crazy lady
Making bass tunes
(Fuck it, I forgot I was at work, too)
—I make music.
Amusing
Woah, my bad, I forgot my manners
I'm rude
Sitting in the grass, just trying not to have an attitude
Last semester of fame school,
Guess this is the aptitude test
Gotta get it off my chest
It's heavy, like imm getting arrested
Man, fuck New York for this exact reason:
WHERE THE FUCK AM I AT?
[a bike cart rolls by playing the song “New York” ]
Very funny, God.
But God does have a sense of humor, doesn't it?
Or rather, don't they.
Then we kiss at the cathedral
Forgive this unlimited revision
Like a splitter in the center of my mind's eye
Who summoned the suburban Jimmy Fallon;
Ah, at last we have:
An actor, and a masterpiece
Imagined as the past starts throwing tantrums at us.
Fuck you, Dillon Francis
That's all I got. For now
That, an half a watermelon,
A sad Amethyst and a disinterest in empathy
Or the internet, for starters, God
It's laundry day
Al that for $10 and
The coffee'swearing off
I should get this tattoo removed
Like a mirror, looking into you
To speak the truth, I see through you
Nothing to do now but
Screw you—-
If we're keeping it G-rated
Yep, I hate you
Humbly, I'm just a fan
Gathered in the park, all for your honor
And not Time's square
Cause who goes there anymore, anyway
Beware, the sacred master
Silver spoon and tales of
Who the fuck cares
Miss,
Hand me another corona
Quick, before the song is over
And I start just feeling sorry for myself
Whoever I am
Nothing ever hurts as bad as
Trying just to love, but can't
Your skin is white—
And mine is black
But I think we feel the same
Extr me decadence dance A&M
God knows I love a good rockstar
But I didn't know that who you were
Or who you are
Can't trust you as far as I could throw you
And I bet I could throw pretty far
Vixen- edge of a broken heart
I'm a broken car
It's a broken art
In a broken world
I'm a broken fart
—with reverb.
I had an amethyst in my right hand, and
The police man thought it was a gun
That's funny, huh
I thought
“I'll run up to him for a hug, drunkenly— “
Screaming,
“Put your hands up,
Fuck the 50
50-51!”
With any luck,
He's corrupt enough
And I'm finally done
With all the suffering
I don't need a gun
I don't even want one;
They'll do it all for me
Just pick the right one
I had an amerhyst in my right hand. /‘s
The police man thought it was a gun
That's funny, huh
No one runs the government
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