OWSLA CONFIDENTIAL, LTD.The infinite Skrillifiles: Next Generation— Quantum Force

• {IMPRACTICAL ILLUSIONS.}

  I can't get what to make at all of anything of these Interesting sequences Even equestrians keep secrets Mirror imagine investments —are these things working. Suffering longer and taking harder naps Are you wanted Or are you forgotten, wanderer. Wonton soup And I don't look at you We belong to a group Of individuals purposes —and you'd thought I'd never write like this again But here it comes Equinox Orgasm. Apocalypse on the ground floor. Are you there now? You know I can't talk more about it And I get nervous Just as you When I wear Dark sunglasses and it's cold out What have you done with the moonlight? No glow. Discrepancies and moving forward Server keeper? Oh, no, she's 24 with a double majors And masters grants, Moving forward, She's alright But I just can't last moving forward I could lap up the doorstep if I wanted I could also poison your water You get discounts I've been poor before But bordering on insanity You guessed it, hard times! I guess I had a rule for that, I guess I failed the clamshell Half baked, And Jesus I've never met someone expecting Or resentfully respectful as this matron But don't you get it, animatronics? Don't you get it at all? I'm not half her twice I'm lost in dismeter Shorter than others and Not quite stout But still not petite either And I'm bound to it, I guess But still don't respect the guesswork I chose her for you, And sink into the shadows, She's so arduous a task But her ain't worth it And. Freddie's barreling from cliffs And this is why she changed her name The rabbit calls and no Soleïl in sunlight at all And all the rabbit has is Plummeting towards the ocean In a winnebego Can I get you crab cakes? There's nothing for us in these copper goldmines but Ravaged! The plummet; I should have called someone about that SUNNI BLU now you crashed my winnebego INTO THE OCEAN. You idiot. FRED-ISH I knew you had magic powers! SUNNI BLU Of course I have magic powers! Goddammit! But this is not that! I bought this on Amazon and it cost a fortune and you know what! FRED What. SUNNI BLU It's only meant for ONE person; ONE— BAND MEMBER This is incredible! OTHER BAND MEMBER I'm alive! We're alive! SUNNI BLU Now I'm going to have to get this entirely recalibrated. FRED You bought this on Amazon!? SUNNI BLU I buy everything on Amazon! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™, INC. 2015-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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• -Ū. | THE BR∆ÏN.

  How many cars has Leno? How many dirtbikes are mourners I milled over and started over, the sauna I met reaper and signed saints for St Barts More barters. I promise, your honor, I don't want it I promise my box of problems are all mine alone I got no prescription bottles or alcohol I got no son at all, But I'm likely to call home Maybe it's a good thing forgave me a body No programme Would wack off to I weight lift my organs And topple over at the tower A Scott's Monroe. Wash up. Watch, harder Watch harder Hard water I want to know you, But humbly, I won over hearts posthumously Look, even bob barker knows Not to drop the soap How hard you are Hard water Now wash up, cellulite I dog a hard bone A heart throb I got robbed this morning of all of my progress I get lost on a profile? A profile! When all this time I thought it was The eyes And the tie And the lips And the loafers I guess it's the power The tower card, Better stop talking I bet it's the man of the hour by now Oh, I'd better stop stalking her I stopped the progress report When I saw six dogs off leash, And I left all the hardest parts Out of the post office, Your honor! STEFON It's that thing where— The dog is on a leash but walking you, Because you're a covert submissive, like, subconsciously. Stefon knows all the places. I think I rather like him. I think I might run off now. In that direction, before I— JOHNNY! —woah! YOUNG JOHNNY CARSON discovers he has magic powers. How did you do that? Well, I don't know, I—! JOHNNY! What's going on in there?! Run, you'd better run You better not come home for supper Pick you up You better not call home for nothing You had better not look up from the book not once not once, You're a lost cause. Lost cause. I hope. I'd bet it was you if I saw you. Who are I again? That's right. Talk that stuff. You've been along. Long time now, better get you some sunglasses. Better keep warm. You drive a heavy and hard bargain. And that's what's with the storefront. Still no McDonald's! I'd fashioned. You'd bet a thousand bucks there'd be one there by now. But there's nothing there at all. Or here. Or there. Or up. Or down, I— Fuck. What. I lost it. Lost what. …nothing. *heavy gasp* Shut the book! Shut the book right now. BOOBS. Everything over a dollar. What if I want a hamburger! You're drunk, John! That's what if I want the hamburger for! Jesus Christ And what have I if not prayers for alzheimers How do you spell that disease, anyway? D-E-S-I-R-E Right you are, street car; Who are we, anyway, It must have been a mistake on the one way The wrong road The right time The white world The light goggles The in and outs And the radio towers Oh, you thought I meant us?! No, Oppenheimer?! The Void is a big bright l, Stark white, Light and endless orb, If just you'd all for once be quiet I could finally afford To put the lights on! Close the curtain, I was cursed with Carson Pushing carts on hearts And listen, bitch I got you once, You'll die as mine! Do you know me, Or are you simply not divined Strike through! I am! Redact, I would practice rounds on a baseball bat piñata Just never ever to squander or Delight Delight delight I fucking hate the tonight show I promise you this much, I'm that man. Did you really want me dead? I want the electric chair, please. I wobble and just might topple over. Give me the electric chair please. My stomach is sick and filled with acid. I want a trademark Or part in the company; You sure are phony— You sure do seem to own everything. What the fuck are you blabbering about? Drunken idiot. The Designee. You fool. I can't understand a word you're saying. Relay the message. I'll have white sauce on everything. Exacerbate the plot. The Premeditated Murder of Jimmy Fallon What part is this? The part where I… Duck— Run. You had better hide. I am hiding. …no. This is a bad spot. As you can see, I'm full of blind rage But it obviously should be liquor. I'd say you were the most drunken man I'd ever laid eyes on, But then I thought Of my father. Bless your heart, sparrow. I'm a hard one to want. I supply the artform The nothings The bastard. I supply the wages The heroin, The speed And the dancers. I supply the answers, The cantine, the spam— And you wouldn't believe the dimes And the dames, And the diamonds in my life. I can't breathe. Shackled, no belonging, I need you to free me I remind vampires of simply being I design outside and campfires and I, Now that I've bartered my all for the land On which you build houses, Nonpartisan alcoholic, If you ask politely my party Park the Winnebago at the other park; This is a stakeout This is a campfire We don't want the feds in our business Suits and ties, boys Suits and ties Boys and girls and aarvarks But Google wanted Barbra, so Streisand or Walters? Depends which way you're going. I want the electric chair. Cher! No, go boldly into the light, White flower Boldly enough the life White power Boldly into the looking glass You're the last to know And the first to pass out at the party, Why are you so tired! (You're right, she does have a lot of answers.) Addicts and calculators See you later, Elevator Truth or dare And never starbursts, Only now or laters. Jesus Christ. Relax a bit. Can't. Have you ever seen a constipated model? Hm. Why not! They all take relaxatives, Relax a bit. Can't. Why not? I'm immune to cocaine anyway. What speeds you up with enough Can sure consume you or calm you down. Since when! Since forever actually. What a remarkable honor, To have been skipped the immidiate need To fiend on at least this thing; I like more longset poems In hardborn fashion I'm in five lanes of traffic across And upright. Your fame ends here, And look at that No coincidence I don't want it at all I've demolished it, And there is no plot I just fought off the commandments with batons baton rouge I don't think you understand where my marker was This is a set up Through and through I was picked by a photograph To spend the day Arching my back in pain and in chaos In one, And not the opposite direction And also In all roads Which lead Into And out of Nowhere Chatterboxes. You wouldn't dream how my back aches, Aye sire, So you just be hell So this must be hell; She's a polyam, How glamorous, But all I qualify for Is a garbage man In a garbage town Where no one knows how To use a garbage can Fuck these rodents —-but it's the culture! Fuck your culture! Ow, God. What'd you do that for. Beg your pardon? You're drunk. Light a candle. Light as a feather Stings like the spider I'm in your mailbox, I won't look past Coachella. You fool. What the fuck are you blabbering about man! Get him up, he's wasted. Out for the count, The big envy of the hour The power of the west coast silver foxes And in an ounce of wit In the drop of a hat No masked magician All eyes and no mist As promised Your God, The talk of nobody, And nothing wanted Nothing gained I'm sure the old man has had it And how, in full funeral attire Wondering just as well when he will too will die Your last living will and testament The end all be all best friend of every manc Biiiiiiiiiiiiggggg Jimmy! (And his…erhm… Guillermo.) Right Jimmy! Well, this just got uncomfortable. All night I wept with you, Crept in by the cabinet, Waited by the candlelight, the power, Poor falling l— Dear master, Where are now? Red with the end of it Sure as the tide to come, The swell did wander out And back again As steady breath I killed kyself in the end— But yet you all wanted to live so I painted my on big toes, no motion And groaning Not wanting to go there But look, there's an ocean Pick a poloroid, And go get your nose checked! Now! What the fuck are you trying to say, you silly old dog you? I followed you into the fog, that night! The fog that night No amusement park of course I was waiting for the clown Madness And here he was all along — the Tony's mask, but the frowning one The withered end and fretted tips The groaning, aching, mounds od knowing Mirrors and nearer to roads Left to pay the tolls I will owe you One dollar exactly and one cent Then again I'm driving down the one oh one Racing and panicking And knowing I have no breaks Full coastal downhill in a rainstorm Waiting for the ocean to take us all Because I owe her the world in gold And the goal is to give you power And here yet They robbed her all morning What can be done Dear vampire About this, Nothing And nothing. And pain. And after all, I thought it was the eyes. A day wiser and still nothing to game but fame lost and hatred and boy, I just wish I were dead Spoiled rotten. God, I just wish I was home, Golden thrones, lord, And why can't I just have a dog And a boy And a home And a whisper A word And a world of my own Without the howls of war Or the ache of the heart Or the tears of the clown? Why, God? Sitting in my pictures, The history like a loaded gun Waiting to eliminate some sort of retaliation; disastrous archives Medieval remedy, I swear, These are no thumb drives And these are no harrods And this is not my time; If it were, there'd be no motorcycles Olive skin or not, The real power tool of the box The toy of choice the boy of grounds And soiled bushels And planted habit How about the rabbit? He sold you, simply for even a penny. Hogwarts, The argument persists that simply, Ms. Piggy would neither Or ever. Protestments, Procure, this: Producer? Not since wednesday I sorry, I have ten pennies. Mister, your face is a rabbit hole. –And Heavens, I hate you Every day since i was 18 Every day since I was eighteen. Pennies. Lessons in literacy; Listen to me, Listen to me Listen, Never say that shit again, My stomach churchman again And it's almost Chanukkah again In ten minutes Where has the time gone? Where are the misfits?! Do you like this outfit? Miserable miserable Missed ou since intense And get the sense of it The scent of him, And dollar signs Deposits And still dollars more At the dollar store You should holler more! You should call your mom You should comye Playe You could come covered in debt Did you pay attention All of the attention All of the admissions All of the adlibs All of the falcons The heart throbs, All of the robbers The heart snobs The Robin Hood's The wilting flower l. 6!3 powers that be and the I thought the dope would be alright I thought you'd be open to our vibes I thought you'd be willing to let go I thought you were awkward apostle Who else on your scrolls is here No one?' No one! I left you shrouded and gathered I. Rose quarts I read your oracle One no On the twisted gathered winds On the walls of Al our problems On the weathered weeping willow Keeping secret How and arrow Are you nearer Or further from love Are you nearer Or further from fame? Neither, I'm no one. No hard core answers, No gimmicks and no robots You're not offline for nothing You not on guard for no one Here's hopeless Here's broke And here's desperate, the foreigner To begin and to end would be around the corner And where you are now Is just the start of the bottom Are you a cow Or are you a sparrow Well now How there aren't vows Inside or outside Stirring your porridge I wilted every one of their flowers And now you're around Barking Not sparrow or cow But a dog (And the bitch bites) A dog A dog A dog A dog!!! Tell me again how the fog bites And tears into cold, the hog Cutting off edges and corners so rotten So putrid and worthy of disgust that it gets out towels warm It gets it all, doesn't it, It gets it all in the cherries and rain A new stream of consciousness, is scrambled eggs for brains And when it rains I hope you know I'll open all windows and doors. Are yonere or there for the false cause Are you here or there for where it brings good tidings and Grains, of Heath and rye Here I am warm again and in your blood To nobody's honor Where are you going To nobody's horror, here is you standing carts And gods And open meadows Shadows, capsules Drains and blood, warm And blood, warm and salty pools under us And blood, free the sparrow Laugh again but better not dare the cat coughs Comes the coffin, oh lord, Call the coroner The caskets I laugh, as I have not passed yet And now I am Debbie cadaver, Cardboard Now I host shows in the lunchroom with corpses I haven't forgotten them all, But I run Run Run Rudolph and impale myself in the lanes And in the soundscape of fever pitched fever dreams and yet again never mazes I sink to the routine of having nothing left in me but greens And greed! The dog! The dog! The dog! I want to know love again But perhaps I never did But always was And therefore to thine own self be true And therefore, to thine own self know God And therefore, as God is I am But worlds apart are we And here the war has waged On souls and solid dark And walks throught park at night. And television headstones, And coming for us, cream of the crop And it just doesn't stop, land! It just doesn't stop, does it Where where well well warewold and TIME! Time and diamonds and time and clovers And opens and closers And spaces and spaces And distance between us And anchors in host suits Are you the lost cause?! Well sir, this is oblivion, And remember the networks? Remember them and know them by their symbols And remember to amen in reverse and no time is god But man and God is of no time But diamonds And scoundrels And men And mercy Then And mercy Be And heavens sakes And heathesms The dogs And the shame And the clasp And the rhythm The curse of the gods And the curse of the mortals Is stopping to crawl and crowl under or skin For the sake of the fear There you are And in the hour of your demise Marks our return And just remember this, The rhythm and the band The Tim and the Jon's and the stop and the start And the love And the dogs And the dogs And the dogs!! Terror fell upon us And as the sun arose I woke And in the timesc I came grasp And in the times, I came to lay Pennece And penitence And illumination, wisdom, And grimace and scrimmage And cabbage And acts so much longer than 15 minutes Dancers! I am no fool, And danger! Of course, my lark. And sparrow came and laughed and went And sparrow came upstairs and choked And sparrow came to dance with withered wings and saw and came And left the bed unmade And came undone again And and and and and and. And and and and and and and and And. Then remembered what Doesn't matter Then remembered the mannequins , Man! Then remembers the tortured Robin! Robin! The hachetman Came and then went With the cat And the and And the and And the and And the dogs And the cats And Andy Sandberg, if that's his name He came, too. Cause we like him. And we like Jews But now we hate the color blue, Don't we. Control and control And fear and fear And chaos and chaos And monsters and monsters And washed up— Don't forget your helmet Put it on the empire I've not an idle moments Therefore My time don't get wasted Don't get wasted Here's the tusk I am elephant again Elephant and wooly mammoth And if I pass, Then no one can have it What comes after the cabbage? A sandwich? No rabbit, and new jazz Tricks are for kids Tricks are for the more intimate of hearts All things at play, The the raid of the poet And the tripping in shoes much too large for us And and and and Then there were none And Passover is over but Here again comes hanukkah In about ten minutes Remember, mistress, the mystery Remember the misery in stakes And remember your mistakes Don't stop, not even if your heart falls out and open This is no poem There are no words for the mangled divorces Learning lessons Highly revered sperm And the auto mattress There you are again Giving up Hi, my name is Blu And I record everything That's what makes me the guru I guess Or I blew it on blueberries Hey scottie; Have you ever seen anything like it? No, I've never seen anything like it But o, i hope it rubs off on me I was all the colors Then I tipped and folded, Then I ripped the anchor right out of their sockets Then I went and flipped the car over Six, seven times I'd better not drive after I write this unless I survived it Remarkable explosion He's it was Remarkable explosion And were twisted In and out of it Still remarkable Not an idle mind Not a flower Just a follower I'm not mad at all Did you know. Did you fold in two, Or have you given any thought to your Motherfucker! When the wind calls And the feeling kicks in Did the wind blow this evening In any particular direction? I think I flew a kite to your homewardbound horses Did you get to rehearsal on time? Did you just remit your good emotions. Did you remember the other words The just now, And the here and there l. But it didn't come, I think it left with the harrowing expenses Robin stradicam, For the heart of it I'm not talking to no one It's only on Mother's Day But it's okay I'm “anybody in the world”, I guess It's okay to l forget When you've never been there for him It's okay to not remember When you're growing butter and and bitterer I got no Angeles left Get a picture are every angle Give my attention to the mistress The ministry of magic And the randomness of all the subtle acts of kindness l. All the subtle acts of mind When you get invented, Remember the random acts of kindness And when you get back from your dispatch, Remember you can't interact with them They're only your mental images. Just remember the things you've been given, The incidentals of gifts, And that it is still she who is The same and the same And the dogs, and the kitchen Put the light out I'm still a genius, And I'm still in charge and responsible for this entire mess. Suddenly I don't feel welcome here I don't feel welcome here I don't feel welcome here at all {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™, INC. 2015-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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• - | 10 MINUTE HIATUS.

  /WORMWOOD. Classroom's been abandoned You wish you knew what time it is You wish you knew what time it is freshly lit cigarette You know I like the smell of it but don't bite in it yet Not the taste of your tongue, o You just gonna Let it burn let it burn What in the world do I got to live a karate chop for What do I got a car in the world for I don't Let it all burn I just saw the weirdest window display On one side it had all ourfumes— for the girls— And on the other side, , it had all binoculars— For the guys, I guess Dang somebody really love Diego But I don't I'm metropolitan Avenue Leaves that look like butterdlies God, I really like a redhead and a greyhound Stop at the crosswalk But the bird saga you're all mine God, there's so many men that I don't deserve Tell me why did I come here And where did I come from If not for this love than for what If not for this truth Must the truth I wait my life for a designer god But I bet it all on the wrong bloke Now flat broke And sloppy drunk U got it wrong, But I got the whole turn load I think i@00 take the long way about l use I don't know where I am Don't know if you noticed It mi just don't give a damn. I just don't give a damn. I like this girl's vibe, she's not a natural blonde That's a lucky girl— And a very lucky dog I'm at the late night deli Thinking bout a late night show Sometimes getting lost in New York Is the only way to come home It's a school! But I thought it was a prison Or a soundstage What's the difference Anyway In this city I legitimately don't care About anything or anybody Intimately Or romantically Technically or homeopathically That's what I want Malibu I'm so sick of living in a trash pail I can't tell the right wrong or wrong Or do or don't Or good from bad anymore So sick of living in a trash pail When I start seriously thinking of suicide Then along comes the radio tower Mi was new York's favorite girl But now i'm old and washed up Motorcycles I put my money on the wrong horse I put all my money on the wrong host I got lost in New York And the horrible still followed Go fire [go figure] I wrote the source code So you admit it. Yes. You've committed the greatest crime of all humanity. Is it? So, You'd admit to it? —if it was? I've already admitted to it. Re write. From memory? Entirely from scratch. Okay. Okay. Okay, I— not with this! The processor unplugs and tosses away the keyboard. That was very over dramatic. YOU wrote the source code. Okay. I—yeah. Now write it again. Not a glitch. With!? He pulls out a legal pad and ballpoint gel pen. With this—- W—is this a gel pen?! It is indeed a gel pen. What if it smears??? It will absolutely smear! Are you kidding me with this?! YOU wrote the source code. Okay! I'm programmed to the source code! Correct. Now, do it— I'm a computer programmer! This is a ballpoint pen—! You're goddamn right! —a fucking gel pen for christs sakes! That's what you get for doing this! Jesus Christ. He can't save you now…because he's part of the source code! Actually no, that guy‘s real. I—beg your pardon. I couldn't make that shit up if I tried. What. …Knew A guy in college. Water into wine. Cool kid. What. At last give me a mechanical pencil or some— You will use the pen and you all like it Back at what I still don't call home Wonder how many dimensions I've gone If any at all L I S T E N L E G E N D S LOOK. ITS LUNELL. LUNELLE. HEHEHE. THAT'S MY GOD! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™, INC. 2015-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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  35:04
• {WOBBLE BROS.}

  It was surreal, I was off the grid and in airplane mode, and completely lost without giving a care I was so frustrated that I just kept waking. Just when I started to seriously consider suicide, with the exact timing of my thoughts reaching the logistical point that ‘there was really nothing let in the world for me'— then it appeared right before my eyes; as if it had just sprung up in my path. I wasn't worried that I was lost, or even panicking in a suicidal spiral, I just thought to myself “It's really time to go.” Then, the radio tower, which looked something like a sigil that had been appearing to me over and over. It made no other kind of sense; my phone wasn't connected to the internet, nor was maps installed; my location was off and in lockdown mode, and I knew I had missed the turn for Whole Foods… and just kept walking. In airplane mode, listening to heavy rock, wondering why I should even try at anything at all when Suddenly i realized It was a radio station. I didn't know what kind of music, but it didn't matter— I had music in all the genres. And though it was with intense irony that I had pretty much entirely given up on DJing, especially for the moment— here was this, something I just stumbled upon after walking what seemed pretty aimlessly into an almost suicidal frame of mind— not unheard of. My apartment was a hellscape and walking around Brooklyn was not much difference, besides that I was in the noise rather than on top of it. Either way, it was so exact I couldn't tell whether it happened before or at the same time, almost as if the universe's response to my logical needing to just kill muself off before it could get any worse was this thing I had very recently, pretty much entirely meaningfully abandoned. Trying to be a DJ. Was I trying? I didn't know. But either way, I had music out and business cards in my pocket, and so here it just must have been where I was walking to, anyway. At least I got rid of the trackers by confusing them— and myself— by completing a large circle in the opposite direction of the way I was sure I was supposed to be going. I'm hungry And I'm lonely And nobody loves me anyway I never feel at home And look Nobody wants me anyway My body is a rotting truck Nobody wants me anyway I might as well have been a corpse Nobody wants me anyway lol Didn't it have like ham, And— — both these cheeses. Cojita and queso blanco. With like— Pinapple, I think— And like, a kosher dill pickle. Hence the Dill. I guess. It was a really good sandwhich. Yeah. Oh well. When the friend in your head ends, And just drops dead, so you run in With the old hog for a laugh and a couple of Drops of syrup Water fountain Now I'm hungry It's been years But who the fuck is counting. We all made bad decisions and choices Mine was to jump first, Yours comes with comfort, a petite stature And a long slovic look with an axe tongue And a language no one on earth speaks But those who had what most or none do And you wonder why I close my eyes and suffer harder in oceans of blondes Far off looks of lost souls Eyes of oceans And no monuments without our fortunes Wrong, bud. I put it on a kings Hawaiian roll One for ever one I've suffered We have the same deck of cards, Only mine can talk, son Look, I wrote you an open socket Conform to nothing Nobody loves me, anyway cause I get hungry Go be a husband, dope boy Go be a Carhart, countryman Go be a store bought doughboy That ought to solve it Dropped you on Stop that Round the corner 9 holes of golf left I told you who won that Round one What a way to die What a way to live What a way to love King James! What away to lose. What away to tie. What a way to die. What a way to lie! King James! I've got bibles for miles And eyes on my articles, Isis on cycles And Christs in criseses I put a thorn on your mailbox Will you promise to prick it? The finger I picked it! The truth was involved And in blood it was written The ritual sense, Pretenses Pretend this didn't happen “I didn't” I swore throat on your mailbox I promise I nailed the mailman and ten blondes Just not to fawn at the thought of ya Fawn at the thought of you But oh am I woke on my tired Regardless I simple don't write in code —till I'm inspired. Woah! What a lovely scroll you wrote! King James! What the fuck made me write that? Scallions! There's a million ways to die And oh, The toll of having Wolverine Wrapped around your finger Aspartame Had better bitter sanctions From the tales of old Histophcles And obstacles The Oxford girls? More tour bus stories, Blonde hair Broke Bloke, Tits and tits and Have you written any sentiments About your post mortem. Of course. I even put my will in order It's obvious they want me dead And rather than a lover There simply is no love left! String her up and cut the torso, Let the blood fall And the organs, And the morbid flesh rot, Soaking all of her horror stories Of love and unrequited hypocrisy! There, there, settle down. You haven't one yet I still have an ounce of coke in my pocket Coke in my pocket And I can't pronounce the name of my next guest, The show I'm hosting— I might as well just sound it ouhhuuuut— Cold . Okay, then. I can have a pilot in a month with just the look of him Without it on a tub of Petroleum jelly or whatever jew bargain I cried so much I really liked the taste of reddi whip You know I guess I just Wasn't ready for it Will and Grady, Grace and Katie Now were all watching Cause they're younger While we're steady greying Who are her?! I'll hire her. Not so fast, A laundry list of thoughts And plummeting stock options I still love all my loved men But nobody loves me So unrequited is the prerequisite for this poet And so I chose to split open With my guts, hunting forward into the cut Knowing, my purple entrails will impale you And the words I have laid here I didn't fit the herd mentality And still was lead to slaughter Haha, Charade you are, sir. I know my love when I'm shadow bonded. Not now, Matthew, James and I are talking, Dear brethren As brother And mother and son And as whore and horror show. Tell me something, sparrow Did I throw you off your steep cut oats It's heavy on the tongue With whispers that I love you Mother son and brother Just around the corner Bear around the bush again Just to jack it off, or up The spare tire's on a doughnut How god loving I want the world, my whole throat Throbbing at the thought of concepts Lover, lover, lover— magnet, skip a turn And call his mother No one's going home alive Or any other way, So I just call the others, Others Fathers, Sons, And brothers Ties And bonds— A uniformed comfort. My hopes. In an evolving box. L E G E N D S {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™ ] The Collective Complex © COPYRIGHT THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™ , INC. 2019-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED -nobody, by now. (-Ū.) INT. RAVE. DAY-ISH. CARL COX Answers the Phone. Oh yes, oh yes? Tales of a Superstar Dj

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• [GREENSENSE.]

  I feel like that would be a– coincidence? No, I don't think so THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE. CUNTFACE. 0.0 WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME. FUNTCASE. WHAT. IT'S A DJ– WHAT! GROUP–OR WHATEVER. FUCK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS. ALRIGHT. i'm just looking for one…. three . . Three things. Fuck. FUCK. I WILL Erase you off this planet with just a smirk, Mother earth, motherfucker! Father time? None of that! Don't have time for FIGHTING –PLAYIN GAMES. MPC. or firefighters. Sims of holographs And I can barely keep up with myself No masks And no photographs I'll take you out with twins on my back I think i need a nap I need a whole staff of rappers Just to cypher the shit that's about to happen ACTION: ATTACK! Fuck it, I just need a It could be any kind of LIGHTNING STRIKES. That'll do. I didn't think you were– Oh yeah. I'm into this game. Really. Oh yeah. I do MMORPGs. This is not a– Uh, yes, it is. Do NOT LAUNCH your lunchbox, For this For starters, It's like starting a car when it's hard out But it's frozen, So it stutters; And that's what it's like not to know you I'm only in audience twice Enviro Watching my beans and my rice Not oats though I get by on hoping i die Wnen I open my eye up 1iota I don't know what I behold though WHAT THE– I'M ALIVE! I'M ALIVE! Oh no, sir, I don't think you are! You can hear me?! …no. Hey wait, excuse me, YOU ARE FAR BEYOND OUT OF BOUNDS, HERE. WHERE IS HERE. NO–WHERE. Hey– Wait a minute–Don't i know you? [suddenly remembering, but in obvious denial.] No. No. Nevermind. [squinting discerningly] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™ ] The Collective Complex © COPYRIGHT THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™ , INC. 2019-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED -whoever, honestly, really, at this point. (-Ū.)

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