The CHAOSMovie: Part I

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

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.

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.

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?

What's it like to be loved?

Oh,

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 halfway to Madonna

Then stopped just behind the long blonde ponytail

What's the point of trying

When she doesn't try at all

What's the point?

I'll try,

But i don't like it

Why try to impress them

A terror control system

That's my logic

Jump Monkey, Jump

Run, Monkey, Run

If I was small enough

Maybe he'd love me

If i was smart enough

Maybe I'd make enough money

I work hard enough,

Nothing happens

Over and over again

It's all the same cycle

I think i might be a monster
I eat enough for the lot of us

I could get lost in times square if I wanted to

I could just walk extra miles for bonuses,but

How unfortunate it is to be homeless and black

You'd be suprised how often those two things coincide

From the inside, to the outside

From the outside, to the inside

It's remarkable how you can be smart and work hard
And still nobody honors or respects you or your time, in fact

You've got so much on your hands, you might die

Picture going on trial

For murdering yourself

Pardon me,

I'm a vigilante

What's the prize or cost of murdering

A menace to society?

A war for water or utilities

Honest to God

But God don't talk too much

She's just stalking up at the Whole Foods Market

All she wants

Is coconut water

And a lover

But the latter, however

Is harder to find in stock

Even harder to purchase

On public assistance

What a thought.

You started it

But i can't seem to jump off the platform

Or conform for comfort

No confrontation needed

I'll be front and center at your next event

I promise that

Promises, promises, promises

Killer Whale,

Killer Killer Whale

There right there

He'll gobble you whole

Gobble you all up

Killer Whale

Killer Killer Whale

Now it's violets and daisies

and violets and daisies

Please, please

Let me finish this sentence

A little bird told me

“I shouldn't be saying this”

Please, Please forgive me

I'm begging you,

Begging you

A little bird followed me

Out the serengeti

Now it's diamonds and flowers and

Dancing with women and

Violets and Daisies

and Violets and Daisies

Killer Whale, Killer whale

Killer Whale,

Killer Killer Whale

There right there

He'll gobble you whole

Gobble you all up

Killer Whale

Killer Killer Whale

Now it's violets and daisies

and violets and daisies

Not a day goes by

I don't die inside

Just trying to be like

Or be liked by

You

What's that like–

(To watch someone falling in love with you)

I'm more comparable to the thorns of a rose

Than to petals

But flawless,

I've not been

Since I touched the surface of earth

Since the dawn, before time and the dinosaurs–

I'll of the scars of the wars, have worn on me

Warriors

More out of labor and honor

Than love and of heart

Of course I still wonder

What it's like

To watch someone love with you

What a thought

THIS—DICK–AIN'T FREE!!!

Alright, well–how do I pay for it?

Beg your pardon?

Please, don't beg.

I–what did you say?

Cash or Credit?

Wait–

Cashapp?

Wait, are you saying you'll pay

I have currency!

–for dick?

Did I stutter?

Are you sure?

Yes.

Wait right here.

Lol how is this all on the same note?

Fuck it, like it matters.

Does it not?

“It's not like anybody's ever gonna see this.”

HA HA HA

I stil find his dexterity impressive

Intuition in intervals,

Nonsense,

You've left me alone with my troubles

And sexual fantasies

Now the garden's grown wild

With no one to–

Enough with the metaphors

Horrible,

A loss for words moving forward

No one's mowing the lawn here

–I've got it covered.

I should have you locked up

I let you out of the box with my thoughts

What a massive disaster that was

The cat was just curious

Now, the next chapter

I should have you locked up

Now,

There's a cradle in my closet full of skeletons

I finally bought that peloton,

So i could be one of them

Dance, my friends

Dance with me

Dance

I should have you locked up

Watch this,

I turn the clock back

I cocked my glock

Haven't had a chance

To learn how to use it

Seems simple enough

I walk the line, in a broad sense

Biracial, I'm fine with it

Neither on one side, or the other

What a race war

How long have I got left

On this planet

Half a century?

Less than that

Dance my friends,

Dance with me,

Dance

I'm finally a skeleton

I'm finally naked on purpose

(It was all for him)

I could have half of my friends on the roster

The dog barks for hours

Never the master for half the land on the plantation

Was paved, by the matron

He gave all his children to

So clever

I should have you locked up

I should have forgotten all the words to this

Somewhere thereafter

The cause and effect was

“The cat was just curious”

Now I'm a skeleton.

Don't tell me not to touch it

I'll only salivate harder, at the thought of it

Christ almighty.

What.

She's a sex slave.

God!

What? I said yes.

That's a bargain.

I consented to this.

Wat the fuck are you watching.

I don't know.

It's so good tho.

What is it.

I don't know.

There's no commercials.

Like no ads.

No.

Not at all.

It's been hours.

Hi.

What's this.

Flowers.

*sniffs*

The flower opens and activates a gust of strange dust.

Gotosleep.

*does*

Oh no.

Wow.

*Meanwhlrle*

SKRILLEX

I don't want anything to do with this.

It's too late.

What.

–just remember, you started it.

DIE, DILLON FRANCIS, DIE!!!

Woah!

Should we intervene
Probably.

I'm not gonna.

Trust me, you're barking up the wrong tree with this.

*shrugs*

Listen, I'm programmed to fail.

Well, that's devastating.

Trust me, it is.

Why would I trust anyone about anything –ever again?

THIS IS IRV

[VERY CUTE ROBOT]

IRV

IRV!

AWW.

Or– I. R. V. – Which Stands for Infinite Replay Value – Technically, “The Infinite Replay Value Unit”

IRV

Hello!

He's so cute!

Yes, well-he's programmed to be approachable and welcome in high volume environments.

IRV

WE ARE FRIENDS.

Aww.

After some our previous prototypes provided some difficulties..

FLASHBACK: A RAVE

IRV Prototype is not as cute.

IRV (PROTOTYPE)

HELLO.

YO. WHAT THE FUCK.

[A wook punches the robot]

Oh hell naw.

We've made some serious overhauls to the unit, which includes the overall appearance of the module.

Just let me lick the balls.

You don't think it's serious

It was

We're at war with ourselves

With each other

With one another

First, as one

And now opposites

We're at war

For ever after

Or auroras

Limiter

Limiter!!!!!!

Dumbass

All's fair

Turns out I brought a gun to a knife fight

Done wrong but I'm tryna get my life right

Long layover from a short flight

Been a whole year and I just got mine

Write a lot of songs

Now I'm deaf,

Not blind

Just put in my earplugs

Headphones

IPhone goes on silent, airplane mode

Off the grid, offline

You got money—-

I got time

Trust me

Mine has way more value

|||

Sunni Blu

I Heeey like a horse (horse)

I enter with force

I like 5s and fours

Of course of course of course

(short)

I like wearing skorts (tennis!)

Balls out on the court (BALLS)

HELL NAW

Now i'm at camp flag naw

with grammaw and grampaw

That's all wrong

(BALLS)

You see my balls?

(Balls)

Balls

That's all wrong

But I'm a boss

(balls-balls-balls)

They got him on a RICO,

Free Young Thugger

Only know the code

Cause of Kurt Sutter

Fucked around and fuck the whole show,

Now i'm on it

Now that shit is old

I'm the showrunner

That's the golden era

What you know about that?

Dexter, Nurse Jackie, Breaking bad

(ON AMC)

I watch TNT

AMC

DisneyFamily

ABC

Subsidiary Companies be frontin me

No frontin G

I just won a Golden G

Glowed up on the Globe

I don't know what for

But I wrote this show

At one years old.

Fuck. I think I might be a genius.

Well, that's good.

Fuck, she's a genius.

Fuck, she's retarded.

No, cause i'm retarded.

Excuse me.

You're what.

SUNNI BLU

I'm retarded.

JUDGE

…excuse me.

SUNNI BLU

Ahem. I'm retarded.

LAWYERS

OBJECTION

SUNNI BLU & JUDGE

OVER-RULED.

JUDGE

That's not an appropriate answer.

SUNNI BLU

Yeah. It is (sips jamba juice)

JUDGE

No, it isn't. Let me re-iterate the question:

SUNNI BLU

You asked me why I did all that stuff.

JUDGE

Yes.

LAWYER

Fraud, murder–

Do I wan an umbrella?

Nah,

I'd much rather get rained on

and write about it

How about that

How abott it it

How about that?

How about it?

Keep your hands free

Stop looking back

Keep your head up

Pass the coffee shop, but I've already had my coffee

I'm being loved like I've never been loved before by an institution

Of my choosing

Why should I care if there's water on me

When my brain is stormy

And the birds are swarming

Floating in the headwinds

You shouldn't come near me with eyes like that

Or a kind like that

Free trade, no buy backs

Long lashes, no eyelids

Don't buy that

Now I know the drill,

Straight back from Los Angeles

High fashion

The putter patter doesn't matter

I'm being loved better by this establishment

Than I ever have

$35.68

$9.99 - Apple

You can cross anything but your fingers

Think what you want

But go figure

Cold hard numbers

Are all that forms you

And all around you

Seems to swarm to harmfully

To your detriment

You can cross anything but your arms

Do what you want

But your God

Keeps adding up

All of your faults

(Not that it matters)

Just to forgive them

You can cross anything but your heart

Lock

Anything but your mind

Love

Anyone but yourself

So you don't love anyone

And anything

You can cross anything but your fingers

Songs I forgot I made

Squints

-__- MIDI

Hello, You Beautiful Human

I'm going straight to the heart

Keep the head out for the long haul

Always get bored

On the double decker bus

It was new once

Everything was

Now it's all just—

Check the depth—

Check the death perception

Persimmon,

Per Simon's order

Simon says that you're a borderline personality

Bipolar- world is out of order

Alcoholic

what you call that

Switch, reverse it

At the very worst

It's a 4.5 out of 5 stars

Don't you wanna

Find a heart today

I could be fine,

I could be okay

I could be cold

Or I could be inside

Dying

Or trying to find

The other side of

Serpentine or

Dynamite

I might explode

Or die

What did you ask for?

Wouldn't you like to know oh

What did you ask for?!

I made a wish that my prayers come true

And I prayed for my wishes to get all granted

Sometimes I use God

Sometimes I use magic

So—

What did I ask for?

“I asked for organic!”

Why did you say?

I said,

“Don't panic!”

He said,

“Don't panic!”

Now I'm living all my life as a madman,

Badman,

Batman's bad at piano

Living in a glass house

Cash cow

Don't ask me how I got Cash counted out

To the last damn dollar

And last that I have now

Sitting at the register

Heaven sent

Counting out sense to make

Cents of it

Didn't I say that before?

God, I should work harder

Have you ever seen a hallmark card

With so much sparkles

What did you ask for?!

And who did you ask man?

If he was the last man standing

I still wouldn't have that

And sat in the back seat

Gladly

With a gun in my hand

And a song in my head

That's a dead man

Dead man

That was too fire

But the truth is

I could unfold you

That was so cold

Like my heart is

I could have told you

I got this.

Get out of peripheral with these distractions, man.

Let me see your phone

That's all the texts you have?!

Don't open the trash can

No post-delete options.

I should forget all of you.

I should just admit myself to a psyche ward,

And get it over with

(Oh wait, I did)

Now,

Let's forget to be a cynic for just a minute

When I'm senile I'll admit it—

I'll let it slip

I'm a pesophile.

Okay, gross.

But that's not PC now

Everyone's welcome

Oh, a PC, wow.

I found it at a garage sale .

What did you ask for?!

What did I tell you?!

Who do you pray to?

Weren't you just in my bed last night.

I want to be wife material for that guy

But I'm not white enough

I bought robot and fried it with water

You might be retarded.

You might be my daughter

Cause I fucked your father.

Haha charade you are

Haha charade I bought her a nice car

Haha charade and bombs on the world war

What did you ask for?

A blowjob.

A nice car.

Alright. Wish granted.

Are you sure.

I am God.

I was never uncertain of anything not once in my life

And once I was, I died

Did you get that?

You got that right?

What did you ask for?!

God, I take it back, Lord!

Now you're in my back yard, yeah, it's Hot as fuck man, like an oven, do you love that?!

no.

Ok, I'll turn it off, then

You would do that.

I would do anything for your love

I would do anything for you

I would do anything for your love

I would do anything

I would do—

I would do anything he asked

I'm a sex addict

A psychopath

Have you caught on yet.

Come on!

You can cough harder than that!

Hack up a lung

Or a heart

So I kill myself harder next time

Just to get what I want

Get up, Dog.

Your dog's name is Dog?

My dog's name is God, but when I call him that, he does weird shit.

Like what?

[just watch]

All the bank holidays:

That's when the money gets washed

I think I know too much, yo

(I think you know just enough)

Hey, God.

Hey, what.

Did your dog just talk?

I speak when spoken to.

That's enough outta you, scooby doo.

Who's Scooby doo?!

Oh My God!

What?!

What the—

Stop it! You're a Dog, Dog!

[Dog being Dog]

See.

That's a lot of money, when the world ends

(You don't wanna see when the sun does down)

I like a lot of eggs on my hot sauce

I like a lot of sweet on my body

And soap in the crevices

Heaven has crystalline waters

And stop-start- stop-start-stop.

I've got a lot of scars on my suffering

I got a lot of under covers asking me questions

About my upbringing

Ringing any bells?

Comedy happens in threees;

Ans there's three of them following

One by the exit

And one by the freezer waffles,

As if I'd not notice

A careful of orange juice and laxative tablets

Are you having fun yet?

I have to! I'm ugly!

Please, don't cal me out yet

I don't wanna go back to my body

Just don't call the number

If nobody's home,

There's no one to answer

I just took half a pill

I'm just lying my head down

I just took half a pill

You're going to hell now.

And,

If I'm not careful

(Or careful enough)

I might just get what I asked for

I'm getting undressed, for the officer

Opposite starring my favorite actor

A Grammy award

And an Oscar;

Who would have pulled that plug

I want to live better than that

A sigh, then a pitiful shrug

Hm, I wonder what happened

(A very lackluster performance, from all of the actors)

[discovers a body, however, isn't at all quite affected]

I'm going commando.

I'll see you in court, then.

What about

MARLON BRANDO

Haven't I been dead for ages?

Have you now?

…

The man with the clarinet

Boards the train at Lexington

And does something very red

(A song from the heavens,

Haven't ever heard the title

Haven't ever been to temple

After all, I've just remembered

My own clarinet

And I haven't a penny to spare

No,

I haven't a penny to give to the man

But he's probably

Better off

Without my luck

After all

And after all

The love I've lost

You'd have to jump from this side

You'd have to jump from right here

I think about it all the time—

I've thought about it for a year

But you're still here with me

And you're right here with me

And even though I miss you

I'm right here near you

Another alibi

I light

The fire

Beside

The tree

I like

It burns

So bright

(Right beside you)

I'm

Behind

Awhile

I'd like

To think, though

In awhile

I might find you

(-!95$34)

(Another mile)

I saw actors in Manhattan;

Two A's came before the E did

Then came along the C train

I didn't even need it

I could get off at Euclid

I could pretend to love you

I could admire all this

But then I'd have to come down

Just a little closer

You're gonna have to run, now

Run it all off

Wash your hands of all the blood

Open up a good book

It's gonna be a long one

Don't get it wrong, No!

Don't call the number

You've got it all, wrong, I promise

&'m sick of this. Inner

Now, whose the controller

Yes, I brought you all here

It smells of bread and butter,

I've got another suprise for you darling

You wanted a blonde,

And you got her

I hurt hurt once before

And once more after

He struck me a third time

Now I live in the bathroom

(I died in the bathtub)

Listen, Linda, listen

I wrap all these sounds around my words,

And you know that we're done for;

God,

“I Love New York”

“Fuck New York”

I've never been there…

This could be priceless

I showed up with music equipment in Suitacses

All of my vices and a

Destination in mind,

One flight away,

But now I'm living near Idlewild

Wild eyed and idly

Don't think too hard about it

Wrapping my mind around it

What costs the Eiffel Tower

On the night of your life

Or a fight with your wife

For a dollar or five

Jimmy Fallon

You just had to

I just happened to find a laugh in the bottom of a brown paper bag

—well, they used to be plastic.

I cut the card into pieces

The card into pieces

The car was on fire

And I was inside it

I cut the card into pieces

The cars in the lot

Are the carsa you're dealt with.

Death is just another

Part of it

five guys

One banana

Persona

Fuck I gotta be all of em?!

All of em

All of em!!!

Don't you find it odd how it all comes up when you search for

A number

God, bless ‘em,

Eating burgers on the subway

I hope nothing is airborne

I once watched someone defecate

Then fall straight to sleep in it.

Or, maybe he's awake.

Oh, maybe he's alive, nevermind

It gets violent sometimes

That's a lot of blood.

(Yes it was)

I think somebody died here.

And the time keeps changing

Like it's daylight savings

Sometimes just by a minute

Like it always did

Other times,

It's astonishing

It went back a whole hour

Forgot it was December;

And that's when I realized

Neither did I this year.

Fall back

Or spring forward at all

I was between them, rather

Either side of the platform

I never minded

I'm just a rider

A writer sometimes,

Almost never a woman

almost//always

always//almost

Famous

But I alike almost always better these days

Because I'm definitely

Going to regret making all these wishes

Might fuck around and get what I asked for

My prayers , well, they always get answered

I haven't been on my knees in awhile,

But of course,

I've been injured

That's what I get for trying to be a Madonna

That's what I get for trying to take after Beyoncé

That's what I get for wanting superstardom

You started it!

I did not!

That's what I get for

sorry!

(A new one)

Gotta love synesthesia.

c o l o r s

I just had two big ass burgers

Come plate with the fries

And the shake

Like I like

And I liked it

Gotta love all the bouroughs

Except the Bronx

The whole place is a brothel

*coughing obnoxiously*

Probably bronchitis

But why follow me

Why follow a God when in in your time, there hasn't been one?

Only false prophets

Psychics and martyrs

Philosophers,

Doctors,

Orders and Brotherhoods

Onto your calling;

Who spoke of your coming—

Who wrote in your honor

Not a son of God, or another

A mother, a daughter

So who got it wrong again?

I gotta go under.

Write me a song again

You want another

Of course

But I'm loveless

Impossible.

Love, love is all you are

All you are

All you are is—

Love

Is//it

It//is

Is//it

It//is

Time for another

Time

For another

Time

For another

Song

For another

Child

For another

Time

For another

Time

For another

Time

One

Time

Our

Heart

One

Time

One

Time

One

Love

One

Wrote this on the train

Getting by on life

Getting high on music

Wondering if I should just

End it all

Figure out

How to put the

Song inside these

Words

Talk is cheap

But I haven't said a

Word

I just let the

World

Go on around me

Even though it plagues me,

Sitting on trains

With the coughers

And shaking legs people

I could pop a pill or a hundred

Just trying not to feel

Like I want the whole world around me

To stop and shut up

Just so

I can have some

Peace

But

It's New York City

The world is ending

It must be

The drones on their phones

Others fly on their own

And

The words of the prophets are

Written quite loudly

On subway walls

And in

Hallmark cards

Sometimes

Google documents

Man, my knee hurts like a motherfucker

I really need money

But I'm made of music and

Something else, probably valuable

If I could just wrap my head around it

My head around it

Why don't you just jump in?!

You know I don't like the cold

Well, it all sets in at once

That you're getting old

And nobody told you

You'll never be young and pretty

The whole damn life

Not one second as the engenue

Your mamma put the devil in you

And just kept feeding it fire

I like flaming hot Cheetos

With Philadelphia cream cheese

And pickles

And that's when I thought of it;

Deep fried pickles—

The breading is made from flamin hot Cheetos

And Doritos

With cream cheese filling

The secret ingredient is cinnamon

I'm a vegan.

Of course you are.

What the fuck.

Idk really, I'm off in one stop

And

Stuffed crust sounds awesome.

Stuff it with what?!

Cheese and pasta.

What.

In the crust.

ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I'm

Another crime scene

On Sutphin archer

Where's the body

Just like clockwork

A glob of cops stopped

Here's comes the claw, sir

I have a flaw

In my honesty

I should change that around a bit

See where it gets us

Where's the body

Another crime scene

On Sutphin archer

You're not from around here, are ya

Spoke the troll under the bridge

Spewing his smoke from his nostrils

I clobbered all your apostles!

I know the devil when I see him

Where's the body

Another crime scene on Sutphin archer

I bought a home

On nothing but poetry

I'll show you the deed

If you show me your penis

Where's the body

Another crime scene on Sutphin archer

The bus was rerouted

The nights getting colder

The worlds out of order

It must be important to suffer

Or else I'd be

Someone whose never heard of this part of New York

Its fucking disgusting.

(Where's the body)

Where's the body

Where's the body)

[fade to black]

It's almost 11:30

I went to Manhattan for bananas and a 15 minute workout

They were out of water

Like the world is gonna

Be if we don't get smarter

So much poverty—

And no laws on the bodies that spawn us

But you can buy ass and tits for a dollar

From someone's daughter

And watch her on tik tok

Screenshot

Another year backwards

Just before I got here

What were you saying?

GODDAMMIT JEFF

GUESS I'll see you afterward

Oncoming apocalypse

I might just be here till close

A wolf, I blow the whole house down

I might just keep my old clothes, when I'm up

Just to remind to not come down

I wake up at the sun down

from like 5, not just one town.

I like snap backs as my crown

Fuck, I'm gonna have to come back to this one

ROLLOUT

THANKS NUMBER 5

Don't forget to collect the doubles

Just past halftime

Can't nobody score on me

I'ma move in one ‘em

Guess I gotta wait I gotta owe em

You don't one me

You don't wanna know

Why I don't get lonely

Go to sleep on only

When I'm post workout

Show me something

Show me something in

I wanna meet your producer

You beautiful honey

But his bass is ruthless

My old man a loser

I call him useless

I only use him for two things

The first one was training my toothless

Truth is,

Simpletons get ditched for

Singletons

More like this.

*FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH*

Oh, wow, yeah, that.

That was awesome.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

No, it wasn't. But–

That.

[Ū.]

SUPACREE (V.O.)

–is not SUPACREE.

Oh, it's not?

Oh, the hair.

Yeah, but it's still.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

No, it's not.

Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall?

All I really do is sit here and hit this bong.

Ya i'm high af.

I'm fukked upppp.

Uhh… Hello.

What up.

…who are you exactly?

I'm yur friend.

No you're not.

Yes i m.

Who are you

HOw did you get in here.

I've always been here.

What.

No.

Hey pass da bong.

Tnks.

*hits bong*

*shrugs*

Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off

I should polish the silver through the fourth wall

Give me shivers and all of that,

OR better yet just give me Skrillex

And i'll forget all of it.

YOu know.

i got a friend you would like.

I've had my eye on you for a very long time.

Oh yeah, which eye?

I bought a baby off craigslist–

Well, not craigslist,

But it might as well have been;

A personal ad was posted.

Here's everything you want to know

How the lonely stoner walks alone at night

Or whatever kidd cudi said

Now he's dead

So I put him on the list for my event

You can't even think to get in

If you didn't

RIP

The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed

I never rest

As I said,

I am Legend;

One live ends,

One begins, but

Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something

I burn money

But not for nothing

Gotta believe something

–A conspiracy theory.

This is only five pages.

Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5.

Where is deadmau5, anyway.

GET IN THE CORNER.

OK OK–OR–

GET IN THE CORNER.

Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think.

Aw, how come?

[COMPLICATIONS, IRL]

BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS.

Yeah, I don't know.

Before:

CHAK CHEL

Hm.

What. What's wrong.

CHAK CHEL

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Do you know him or something.

CHAK CHEL

….

OH, COME ON.

CHAK CHEL

WHAT.

FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS?

I KNOW EVERYBODY.

OAGH.

EVERY. BODY.

OH,

Oh, I get it–take the night off.

ILLUMINATI

This kind of therapy can be hard.

…this is psychological terrorism.

ILLUMINATI

We like to call it –

[Flashback]

*More unadulterated chaos*

And sometimes, even warfare.

ILLUMINATI

You're a delightful strategist.

I'm a psychopath.

(V.O.)

The technical term is.

Ū.

I'm a trained assassin.

Oh, it's Ū.

It's Ū again.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos,

WHITE AMERICA

We call that multiple personalities.

–Or schizophrenia.

SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST

SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA.

Ya'll are racist.

Racist af.

IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression”

“Or ADD”

OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall.

Yeah. everyone not BLACK.

I'm BLACK.

i'M BLACK.

Literally everyone:

…

That's enough politics.

I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick,

Skip this one, really,

It's stars and stripes forever

and scars and knives

and livelihoods

Tiger's eyes and bears

Oh my

I might need a private file

Never “pedophile”

But everyone has rights to admire what he likes

As long as he's white enough.

Or light skinned,

I'll end this one

Exactly how it started

I'm still holding a fart in,

a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist,

Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to.

Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics.

I tried to take the night off

But –

oh what the fuck. Of all the time

He got her roses,

But she cut herself on the thorns

I picked up one Calla Lilly

And it meant everything in the world to me

What if everything in life was just meant to be

A memory

Before it could ever be happy?

I've got a faulty soul;

It's best you'd just stay away from me,

All of yous.

Better off falling in love with someone

So far off

I could never be close enough.

I rise and I fall with the sun,

I'm anonymous.

Flamingo, and Owl

A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar

Where

An alligator and octopus

Are serving up

Adios Motherfuckers;

They all have guns–

I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic

(whatever the word is)

Imagine the animals,

Acting as humans

“Pull The Plug”

Like it's some dirty bath water
I wanted out of this body

I don't know how you got here, but just

Throw back a beer

And remember the plan

I'll never be happy

With all that brain damage.

So just do it.

I can't.

Pull the plug, Sonny.

I can't; you're my biggest fan.

That moment has quite literally passed.

Out, like a lamp.

After all that.

I exacerbated the situation;

Eggagerated the circumstances

Circumvential quantum physics

Consequential severance packages

Actual reality actually

(Whatever that is)

Whatever happens naturally

Or habitually, intrinsically

Environmental enemy,

Anerobic catastrophe

Everlasting elastic

Classic satellite image

Interesting,

Interateller

Don't bother me at the office

Pick a coffin

Put you in a sarcophagus

If you're coughing

Damn it comes slowly.

Formerly,

Yours only,

—And that's when it hit me.

Everything that I've collected in the last five years is just sitting in a hard drive on my computer.

I'm irritated, not stoned.

I'm irritated.

I'm stoned and irritated.

Do you think it'll work?

It has to!

Fuck, what was I just doing.

Before:

Fuck. I got no desk.

Desk.

Nice. Thanks.

…need a chair.

I WANT THE CHAIR WITH THE HEADREST.

I want to eat dinner.

Eat dinner. See what happens.

Ugh.

I have to leave the house first.

I need a

Chair.

Nice. Thanks.

Sleepin on da floor.

Unh.

Sleepin on da floor

(Da floor)

Sleepin on the floor

Oh, that's how it goes

I'm on the cellar floor.

I'm on the cellar floor—

When the girl next door

Is the girl next door

And the man down stairs

Opens up your door

What was that all for?

Now I'm on all fours:

I WANT A DIVORCE.

Look, listen, Linda:

I'm going to be forward with you.

—I already told you—

Listen, Linda—listen—okay?

A took a plane to the face

A plate to the palace

Of gold, if you ask of the rabbit, or Alice

A fantasy, or fallacy as underworld would have it,

But of wonderland,

The hatter dances

Madly, grand as ever

Her entrance,

The lost wanderer,

Or wonder, the shoveler of holes

Just getting deeper,

Think of time to keep as secrets,

Laugh, but don't believe in magic

Keep them as your dreams,

Please, dear

Seconds turn to hours

Into years here

I don't have much time

(A writing assignment)

—and I'm always online

What you need,

What you want?

Hit my line

Just be careful

Cause money is time

Turn water to whine

Now stands a story to be told

No whining, no crying

I am forever years old.

Start Michael Roberts is a wifebeater.

Keep coughing.

Keep quiet.

I'm keep talking.

Keep texting

And I'll keep blocking

Keep cheating

And I'll keep walking

Then a walk turns to a jog

Trolls under bridges

Turn a princess into frog

I'm not high, my mind's foggy.

No wifi, I'm offline again

Turned off at the wrong time again

Ten Pennie's for dime again

A penny for your thoughts.

I thought I was gonna die on the way here.

I died more than 30 times in 30 years,

Now I'm here like:

What the fuck is this?

I don't want to see the future and the past at the same time,

In an old place like this

(It too much)

And my soul's still spinning;

I swear I've never been here—

Pistol whipped into a whole new dimension

When it's not funny anymore

What you want me to buy?

A subscription?

A monthply box?

A smart car?

Smart water?

A prescription?

An automatic rifle?

Ammunition?

With your permission,

It becomes possible

One nation under

Okay, I gotta go

I told you I don't have much time

My body runs on automatic

So if I was there

I had to be

Here's a room full of people I swear I know

But never met before

I bet w're all dead here

Nothing but bodies and floating heads here

Fuck it, I quit man!

That's what the drummer said.

What the money say when they cut his tail?

MONKEY

to be fair, I just realized that “monkey” with no “k” is just “money”

Well played.

Everybody in the sauna is a God.

I told you I gotta—

I got a pickup at Whole Foods market,

I better get on the next train to nowhere

I feel like the whole world is falling

Like the sky was

Don't bother calling!

I lost all my numbers

I spent it on nonsense

And plausible

Stop it.

What.

All my payments are overdue

The rent would be late if it wasn't just paid

I would play the game if it wasn't so played

If I knew your name I would say your name

Do you thing.

She's a blonde, blue eyes

No thighs, 5 feet

She's evil, but you can't see that

Your penis is bad at thinking

But she looks good on paper;

Graduated, just for participation

Tests ungraded, but she always aced them

I have a full hand, four aces

She had braces, and a retainer

Damn, that dudes's mullet almost fucked me up.

Fuck, what was I saying.

Great, the girl next door is racist.

Lil biiiiitzzz.

Being not homeless after not being homeless for 5 years is fucking mind boggling.

I'm like, useless.

There's nothing in my house

But ME

That's the bonus, I guess

Suprise:

State Michael Roberts is a pedophile wifebeater.

What's that.

Oh, that's just what I have to repeat whenever I hear someone cough.

Why.

One: because it's true.

And it's my fault I never told anyone in the first place.

Well, actually I did.

But they were racist too.

How do you know they were racist.

They tied me to a bed and tried to kill me.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Anyway.

And two:

Because he tried to put a curse on me and I don't know how else to reverse it.

How do you know?

Why do you keep asking me this.

How do you know he out a curse on you.

Ugh.first of all. He told me.

Isn't he apparently a pathological liar and serial cheater?

Yes.

Then why would you believe him?

Because, he said:

FAT WIFEBEATER

You know, I control demons.

why does he have to be “fat wifebeater”

Cause he's fat.

Can't he just be “wifebeater”

No. Isn't this just semantics, anyway?

It's political correctness.

It's blatent censorship—

It's not “censoring”—

It's just a script! Would you rather I change it to “pedophile wifebeater”? It's still gonna be cast the same, I swear!

Ugh.

lol Jewish screenplay editor?

Jews on everything.

Lil bitz

You know what.

I love Jews.

That's not even a joke.

I just do.

No explanation whatsoever, just —

Every Jew gets a pass.

Jews with yamicas?

Bonus.

Kosher Jews—with the hats, and little curlies?

Double points.

You're almost Amish—

And I like the Amish.

I do.

But I love Jews.

Man, I'm not even mad

I just wanna sit down with a cold beer

And a bong in my lap

But my dad's an alcoholic

And my mom has habits

Yeah, my moms an alcoholic

And my dad has class

Here's a flask

I guess I ran out of answers,

Of what I would give the man who has everything

I said it was a watch,

Then assumed that he had one

Thought it was a rock

Then I dropped it

Look, another alter

Look, another model in a halter top

You're not just a body, if you have a nice body

To him you're a God,

And he'll never even want me

Unless he's lonely

It's probably for the better

I don't feel like this in public

The controlled demolition

Of an iconic relic

Surely, something must give

Surely, something just to

Get this bed out of my studio

Get this dude out of my head!

I told you, I'm not into—

Every time I like it,

It's the same.

Young Johnny Depp?!

What?! Young who?!

The Young Johnny Depp is Hot.

You're Johnny Depp!

Very hot.

I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Tom! Officer Tom Hanson!

(Left) this is wrong.

This is so wrong,

Fuck. What happened to my left paragraph alignment button.

I dunno. Google keeps moving things around.

GOOGLE:

DO YOU MEAN:

Woah. Google's getting good at this

Salt & Stones

—and blood and bones

And ones and twos

And twos and ones

And ones and twos and

Ones and twos

And

Ones and twos

And

One and twos and

Ones

The things that I don't

Are the same as the things that I want

And ones and

Two of you ought to be

Better than one

If the other should faulter

The other one jumps in

And

Why am I dying of heartbreak, at 10:00 in the morning on an otherwise normal Tuesday?

It was any given Tuesday, but not otherwise normal, at all, actually.

I hadn't actually written in days or actually done anything normal—rather, normal typically.

‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal.

And it was. Infinite.

There were only so many moments I could cope with reflecting too deeply upon New York City, a monsterous machine of opportunity and money—a many of power and, surprisingly (or not) a modem for ritual.

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

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

-Ū.