Oh, we're playing piñata,
Are we
Spin around and
Cover with the hands your eyes,
And face the sky
We're all just a bunch of mucks
In as much as a scum world
Look what's under us
Don't become us!
(Force your monster)
Learn it
Fear to fight the game
And flee to read the banks,
For not what chosen here hath also done
This can encourage all you've loved
To want you.
Still nothing comes for nothing gained
And nothing tied ur hands behind backs,
Another game, but not piñata
As there are none in our world;
Just shattered glass and disco balls,
Scuffed hardwood floors and
[The Festival Project ™ ]
Curious Muse(um) Part II
PART THREE? WHERE'S PART II?
FUCK IF I KNOW
I have a headache
I'm desensitizing
I've been hypnotized, before, you know
But there's just nothing like this
The eyes no longer fit in my head,
If you're interested, however,
The shoes are custom
Made to order
Well, woah,
It was just hello,
And I haven't listened since,
Instead, I flicker.
It wasn't chance or purpose,
Never in color or purple, deposit
Limited tickets for entry
Rub it out in the present, your head
And eraser
In hair and makeup
Full dress,
But I've never been later
Listen, late
(Never better)
The end, if you get a good glimpse
Or to capture attention,
Attention,
Attention,
Attention, attention!
Then we still get good in gold and silver
Trip to trip your somber, sober letters
Ten dimensions later
Ten for ten and
Ten men to a collar
Definition fits, is it cause and effect?
(I have learned my lesson)
I never watch, anymore, I just listen
A drift behind mixes reviews from critics;
How's this for a symbol,
Or cymbal to emphasize, emphasis
Empathic but
Envy
—
This is where it lives, I guess
Gulps of inward air
But until I keep it hidden, it is,
The heart on my sleeves
And without asking permission
Excuse this,
I went somewhere
And I couldn't remember
What is that I've already written
For just a second
Let's just be honest here,
I'm not sure exactly what to do with this…
Is it a rest day?
It should be
I've run about a mile every day for 10 days straight
And it's still not enough, is it?
SETH ROGEN is a HUGE ENTER THE MULTIVERSE FAN. In a quite sheepish and nerd like fashion, his new favorite pastime as he enjoys copious amounts of recreational substances, is an “obscure floating cult-podcast” by a mysterious author; he tries not only desperately to convince his friends that ‘this is the best shit ever'
This is the best shit ever—
But also rally his industry buddies written into the series to give the series and its script a look and listen for themselves; even those who he's certainly not even really friends with.
Have you seen this?
What is it?
It's like a— podcast.
I don't do podcasts.
Well, wait—no— it's not just a podcast— it's like a cult— show—
“A cult show”?
No— well it's like a?
Please, leave me alone.
{Enter The Multiverse}
SETH ROGEN
(Smoking a bunch of weed)
V.O.
Maybe if I take a gentler approach…
(Stoned)
Have you seen this?
Seen what?
Well— you're in it.
I'm what.
Yeah.
Let me see.
What is this?
I know, right!
—I didn't sign off on this.
Well it's “fan fiction”
What?!
Technically— look, it's like—
What the fuck.
Yeah, but—
— what?!
Yeah, but—
What the fuck!
But there's more!
Whaaaaaaaat.
Yeah, I know.
Slowly but surely, his celebrity buddies and even a few of his non-famous nerd friends have formed a fan club, growing in numbers seemingly by the minute— there's even a group chat.
*notification*
*bloop*
Hahahahah.
*texting*
Ahahaha.
*bloop*
Hahahah. That's sick .
*texting*
*bloop*
What are you doing?
Oh. Remember that podcast I tried to tell you about?
*blooop*
*bloop*
Aaaaha!
The—fan—thing?
*blooop*
Hahaha!
Yeah.
Yeah, what about it.
Well, there's like a fan club now, and we have this group chat, where we like, all send eachother like— memes and stuff—
“Memes and stuff”
Yeah, and like jokes from the—
You'd have to—
Like you'd have to listen to understand.
Oh. I see.
Yeah, and like, nobody knows what the creator looks like, so we like, draw cartoons and stuff of like—
With like—
*bloop*
Oh—
*bloop*
You know,
Yeah,
I—
*bloop*
Wait, you don't know what she looks like?
Well no—wait— how do you know it's a girl?
Well, I'm assuming it's a girl, you said it's like fanfiction, right?
Kind of, but—
So then?
Wel yeah, it would be weird if it was a guy, I guess .
Yeah.
Yeah, that might be creepy.
— so why don't you just look her up?
Huh? I don't know man. She's kind of a ghost,
A “ghost” well, what does that mean.
No social media, no website or— anything. You know .
Underground
No, I don't know.
Oh. Then you don't know.
Well. Wait— Aren't most of you guys pretty wealthy?
So?
So couldn't you just like—
Like what, broh: don't be gross.
No, I mean— wouldn't it technically just be like, relatively easy to find this person?
Then that would be weird.
The whole thing is weird! This person is writing about you about people they don't even know—; you don't know eachother!
I don't know, man, technically— like
From a spiritual perspective or whatever, I don't know-
Everything is connected.
What!
You'd have to listen to the show it's like a spiritual ascension thing—
What
Based in the mutltiversial—construct.
What!
You'd have to know! Okay!
Okay, okay, fine.
*bloop*
*bloop*
*bloop*
SETH ROGEN squints annoyingly and hunches over his phone.
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project™ ]
{Enter The Multiverse}
L E G E N D S:
ICONS
Tales of A Superstar DJ
The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū
Ascension
Deathwish
-Ū.