“Caddyshack”
(A Mumtidimentional Mixtape)
{Enter The Multiverse}
From Wikipedia:
Caddyshack is a 1980 American sportscomedy film directed by Harold Ramis, written by Brian Doyle-Murray, Ramis and Douglas Kenney, and starring Chevy Chase, Rodney Dangerfield, Ted Knight, Michael O'Keefe and Bill Murray with supporting roles by Sarah Holcomb, Cindy Morgan, and Doyle-Murray. It tells the story of a caddie, vying for a caddie scholarship, who becomes involved in a feud on the links between one of the country club's founders and a nouveau riche guest. A subplot involves a greenskeeper who uses extreme methods against an elusive gopher.
Caddyshack was Ramis's directorial debut and boosted the career of Dangerfield, who was previously known mostly for his stand-up comedy. Grossing nearly $40 million at the domestic box office (the 17th-highest of the year),[3] it was the first of a series of similar comedies.
The film has a cult following and was described by ESPN as "perhaps the funniest sports movie ever made"
SAUCE
(IN CASE YOU MISSED IT)
—-
AHAHA. ITS ME AGAIN.
OH SHIT!
Oh shit, i guess it's Jimmy Fallon's Galaxy.
Oh nooo.
Oh, yes.
Look at this penny.
I see you.
Now look into my eyes.
I see you, Jesus.
Ahahaha!
Okay, now what?
This shit is twisted
I missed the shift of the dimensions—
Till Jimmy walked in with his pennies
For some cigarettes and swishers,
Just to get the picture
It's 5 AM again,
And it's still Infinite,
I'm disinterestedd as ever in living in LA,
Or just living, period—
But it is what it is,
I work for my rent,
I've repented for this,
Used to sleep in a tent,
But when I was an Infant,
I instantly—
Wait, a customer walked in.
I better help him.
Heaven help him.
Another level,
Call dr. Nevel,
Or an Ambulance,
I just can't get it
Just can't get it,
Wait, let's insert some of the script here, I guess.
Took you long enough, didn't it?
That took forever.
How are you alive?
Maybe I'm not.
Finally, we agree on something.
Oh, this guy
Lol.
Good to see you again.
Likewise, now—
Here it goes…
As you promised.
Working on it.
As I promised.
Take my heart for granted,
Take my soul, If this is loveless
Till the end,
I just can't manage, having
Thoughts of death and tragic ends
I haven't
Felt the same since
Waking up without the day to come ahead;
The day has passed again
A test,
No fail, or pass
It's just progressive,
In a trance,
It's just the stress,
It's just to pass the time,
I guess, if this is purpose
Then, we'll see if this is worth it
Now, or never, then
Now or never,
Never had a friend,
All envious at best,
This is the end all,
In the end, it's just
Me and God,
And God would want
A better body,
To have fun
I wished it all at once,
And then I watched it crumble
Oh, I watched it
Stumble in, again, my friend
I'm different when it's wet,
I might not never see the Sun again
I might not ever love again
Oh well
“Oh well” , I said
Oh, well, I guess
Oh well
Okay. One hour left.
Okay.
Who gets the gold?
Hum.
Honestly I didn't want to hear a thing ; I had quit music—I just wasn't cut out for the industry—I was, but not by societal standards by far; my lowly place in the smoke shop would have to do for now, and though I knew it wouldn't sustain, there wasn't much else I could do but keep showing up, for as long as it lasted—dresses in at least 2 layers and 5 pairs of socks tucked into boots two-sizes-too-big I had been forced to purchase specifically due to the frigid and painful, freezing temperatures at the locations I worked, which kept its doors open 24/7.
Play Iambic.
What, right now?
Yeah, play Iambic.
Uh…
Iambic played st exactly 1 hour and 19 minutes—it's script, the transcribed rendition crafted especially for the Broadway stage, an 88-page-masterpiece collecting dust in the confines of my Google Documents, along with anything else I had written and had yet the advantage of placing anywhere besides my podcast channels, which I constantly thought about cancelling, despite its innumerous downloads—nothing really seemed to matter anymore, as I was trapped in my body, in a loveless world, in a dead-end job and though my bed was clean and comfy, sharing the room wirh 3 others became exhausting.
INT. SMOKESHOP. 5:58 AM
DREW BARRYMORE
…
SUPACREE
…
I'm done. I quit.
QUIT?! YOU CAN'T QUIT.
Nope. That's it. I quit.
You can't quit.
I just did.
I hadn't quit the music industry—the music industry had quit me. I wasn't pretty enough, skinny enough, light skinned enough, or willing to do what any of the other girls were to get ahead.
WTF is THIS.
Since you like to troll so much, I just thought I'd turn you into one
This is not Kosher, 199x Jimmy Fallon;
Let me out of this plastic
—not exactly “fireproof” —
death box, before I let myself out, and I trap you in it.
But oh,
You already did.
FIGHT.
UGH OH.
Ok, rotate.
Who is this.
Oh shit, hey dude.
FUCK, what year is it?
MEANWHILE, Under the bridge.
…anybody seen this, uh…
*Troll*
Yee!
*Troll*
Alright.
That's it.
Everything checks out. The story was air tight.
TIGHT, TIGHT
I want you to wear this tonight
“The Lady In The Red Dress”
You really went all out for this
I really didn't.
lol
Oh I see,
You thought this was the matrix.
MIT
I WISH
GOD
Wish what.
MIT
…
Mm.
Did u see that.
See what.
ALRIGHT FUCK THIS, YA'LL
IT GOT SERIOUS,
WHERE'S MY CYCLOPS
He called me his cyclops—
—-and then he said
LIKE
GET OUT
WHAT
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE
WHY
CAUSE YOURE JUST A PIÑATA, MAN!
And I ain't got time for that!
I just got a DeLorean
And a new HAT
I gotta go get
Oof.
WRECKED.
Yo,
Wicked.
KENDRICK (TODDLER)
WIZARD.
Oh my.
I'm J00F'd up.
| | | trance | | |
Look; I gotta get out of this
MOTHER OF PEARL
do not beach this whale carcas on my warehouse project
A what
A beached whale
I know
You brought a beached whale to my fucking rave show
Oh I get it
It's Avant- Guarde
No, that's just how I got here
….
Trust me, it's okay that
This never happened
You did not see me
It's because I wasn't there
Is this U
Ū
No I wasn't there.
Ü
I was.
Fuck.
What happened.
It's ok.
All I remember is
“The Quatardashians”
Hmm
Also
The indigenous
But that's it
But mostly that was all just Jesus showing off his flexes
Are u fasting?
Yes, “Ū” is.
So, do you need this?!
TRUMPP
Get rid of this recording imiidiately
GOT IT.
kill that bitch.
SKRILLEX
Yessir.
—-but before all that happens.
…did you want fries with that?!
Why are we boycotting McDonald's
—for poisoning
—the allies
—our enemies.
Wait, you're eating this?
Yes.
Like, for fun, or like?
No.
This is what I'm feeding my children
Why
Cause they hungry.
Uh, ok—
—and there's six of them.
Aight, ya'll can each have one nugget with your—
I wanted a cheese burger!
You git hamburgers. Ham. Cheese costs CENTS;
And you know your momma
If I ain't about a dollar
-
A dollop of Daisy
You really are
Ashamed of his
Alright, you evil bastards.
I see you want to
Cause suffering
Correct
For which you will eternally recurve damnnation and all of the pain you've caused
Karmas a bitch
It's lonely at the top
Not when you're GOD
Get off my rock
Did you miss an appointment?
Nah, can't do it
Why what happened
Too high up.
Whatchu mean
So what, it's just like
Done.
Well, this is it, huh guys.
Oh, yeah, it's that, alright
This is the longest ride we ever took.d
This is the ONLY ride we ever took.
I WANNA GET OFF THIS RIDE.
I AM REALLY HIGH UP.
JUST LET GO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
Put me down, kite!!!
KITE
wtf do you want me to do.
I'm a KITE.
I'm
YOU FUCKIN KIKE
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—-
Well,
I'll be honest, man, this sets you back, some
How far back
GET GONE,
But? We're dinosaurs.
Why would something with razor sharp teeth be so—
—peaceful, and friendly??
T-REX
…cuddles.
I just can't fake the feeling(
I can't pretend to cry
It just comes, when it does
But when the well runs dry
That's when the the world will end
That's when the world will end
After this movie, I guarantee we will no longer need the Wilhelm scream
AGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
YAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIGGGHHHHHHH
UUUUUUUUUUUUU
This movie broke the world record for the amount of times the word
“No” was screamed
NO
NOH.
NO.
‘No!
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
NONONO.
NOOOOOOOAAAAAHH
…No!
Here they all come for her,
Defended upon New York
In order of important, or appearance?
One doesn't wonder,
At al, of what's to come
Uncommon, we are
The call has come
TRACY
My tummy hurts.
That's probably because you've been drinking straight tequila for the last hour and a half.
No I haven't!
This is water!
Tequila is YELLOW, Liz Lemon!
No, Tracy—that's silver tequila,
And regular tequila is,
You know what?
Nevermind.
Alright, who's got the night shift?
[nobody raises their hand, at all]
Seriously guys?! Come on!
COME ON!
Look up WHAM!
For some reason, idk.
Can we just— not do this?
No.
Out of my mind a bit
Speaking in tongues,
In total silence
Guess it's the times,
I guess that's just who I am
And who I am is
I said I was Sam
I'm the same,
I said,
“Say Uncle”
I guess it's a game, we're playing
I don't want to be played with
At all
I just want to feel loved again
By someone else
Superb, like him
I just want to be felt,
I guess
By someone else
That's
“Different”
I just want to be kissed on the lips
A splendid blend of
Twisted trysts
Let's not pretend
It hasn't ended yet
Until you've finished it
Class dismissed again
Let me off of it
I just want it to stop
Keep rolling
Keep rolling your eyes in the back of your head
Like you did just morning
Just go for a walk
Just stop for a moment
Run a bath
And just keep running
Cause here something comes,
Of course,
It's all your callings
Neatly rolling into one,
They said
But I
Just want to be loved again
And who doesn't
That's the fucked up part
I just want to be loved again
But nobody ever
Just comes up
I just want to be loved again
It's a walk in the park
Don't follow the dog
Even if he barks at you
It's time to start again
I wonder what comes after this part
You are the gleaning in the shadows,
The reckoning in my eye,
The siren in my silence;
The green in all the lights,
I am a shamed to have just been
One of your many
One of your many
Images,
You still have me twisted,
I miss you,
It's just you, at the end,
Again
I left you where you left me
Solid on solid
Sounds are invalid now
How are you so
Swore by your awesome
No more songs, I said
No more songs, he's dead to me
No more songs!
She's inlisted
He's uninterested,
Isn't this interesting
The problem is:
I'm still in love with
Everyone i've ever been in love with
(And I love him)
But he doesn't
remember my
Name
And he's famous
And she's crazy
And he hates her
But he made me hate him
The day I became you
The day I became
So famous,
I finally made it
I'm dead
It smells like dill in here
At least it doesn't smell like dead mouse.
Aha.
Youre Hellen.
Keller or Mirin
How would you be Hellen Miren
Cause I'm the Queen.
posh.
You want to die
Well, you better do it quick
Better get your shit toggether, paint a l
Bigger, better picture
Bitter Betty gliching steady
Just remember when you're ready
Ever steady still forgetting dinner
Dessert was already
Forget this significance
Remind me why I'm on this speeding bullet to nowhere
Had no other options but to go under for something
Shy, sickness it's a secret
Just kill me already
Semi robotic,
Something like a magnet, attracted,
Simply symphonies
And soulless bodies, tied to money
Wonder what was in the vaccum cleaner meaning
What did you suck up, dude
Who do you suck up to.
When nobody loves you
But your own son
And the audience is robots
Nothing really works more than once, if it's really magic
Sit and do nothing would you
Like you're supposed to
Fall over like the mannequin you are
Just a body in my count
A mattress without a bespost, if it matters
If it matters
Doesn't really matter
But hey, you know
We all go downtown every once or twice a note
For Hanukkah
I could try to be nice
But there's no sense in it,
Is there
If everything and everyone else is just as nasty
As the rest of it
Just is just a test, again
A doctors office visit.
Simple robotics,
Or already stocked up for Hanukkah, Hollywood
Where's your homeland deposit box
Closet full of robots
Closest to the moon, I wrote another poem for you
Sorry that I wasn't on the offering table
The parakeet, pigeon and pirated Slattery,
Damages, damages,
All with the Amazon packages,
Now we're all robots,
Aren't we
What corporation to you belong to!
Something corporate , or say anything
Whose to say Jeff Besoz won't replace us
With m robots with thought processes,
If once such could project as such presence
As an AI freestyle
Meanwhile, I've got a butload of buckets and bunts,
Bullletwounds, eyes on Manhattan and happens to wish something bad upon me
When all I wanted is
Somebody to love me
And someone to love him,
If that's what he wanted
(But who knows if what he wanted was all of the bodies opposite of him)
I don't belong on this planet
I belong in the garbage
Put me on mars, mom
Stop it,
You're almost a robot, get out of my peripheral
With your mental illness
Geez, I must really want a menorah
This is the animal house
There's no one alive here
Set to be slaughters.
Honor the box of offerings as
Thoughtful words
And parallels
What could be under your tongue
Is the surface of love
Just to touch with the battery acid or chemical trails
You have left in your axis
Nobody knows better than this
How close it is to touching
Without being loved
But nobody loves you
Psychotron, sure we're all robots now
Nobody loves anymore
{Previously, On…}
L E G E N D S
The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū
{Enter The Multiverse}
Ascension
What the FUCK did you DO?
What did I do?!
You know what you did!
I didn't do anything!
Oh yeah?
No! Not on purpose!
GODDAMMIT, YOU SON OF A—
Where's Jimmy Fallon?!
What?! I don't know!
Oh no.
Oh shit, run.
Oh no.
What in the FUCK—
I am “the fuck”
You know what.
I'm gonna sue the everliving shit out of you.
For WHAT.
We'll see.
Fuck.
Uh oh.
FUCK.
What now?
What this time?
Apparently, Jimmy Fallon is missing.
What the fuck does that got to do with me.
We'll see.
Okay, great,
Now finish that chapter.
What fucking chapter?!
All of it.
That's—a lot.
I want all of it. By my desk, by noon tomorrow.
“By” your desk?!
Yes, BY. Not ON. I've got too much stuff on my desk—
…but it's…like 9 o clock.
Should be easy, given your natural talents.
What natural talents.
PEACOCK.
AHAHAHAHA.
Okay. Well.
Well what.
This sucks. I lost all my coins.
Hey.
Ugh.
You dropped this.
So how was Los Angeles.
What the fuck. You fucking DICK.
I told you, I own shares in this.
So what's the plan for this, exactly.
I dunno, Harry.
I got a book of stamps,
And a yellow envelope marked
“Jimmy Fallon”
I will hate you forever.
Well, that's retarded.
I haven't even smited you yet.
I will annihilate you, human.
WHERE'S MY SHIT.
Who the fuck are you, anyway?
Nobody!
No one.
No one cares about this series, yo.
I'l seriously doubt that, Jesse Pinkman.
What is this stuff.
It's your stuff.
This is not what I ordered—
Hey—
Why is it BLUE
Cause it is.
So.
WHY IN THE—
Mischief managed.
Alright. This should be good for the night, but we gotta get out of here by morning;
I thought your parents owned this place.
It's a time share!
So?
So it's like only —part of the time.
That is stupid.
No! You're stupid! You're the one who got us into this mess.
It's your mess, I was just cleaning it up!
Whatever! Stop trippin.
Nobody's “tripping.”
That's it. I'll be a stripper.
Straight outta hell, that kid.
Don't I know it.
Alright, fine.
I said, whatever you do—
DONT watch this show.
Stuff it, J. Slatts. I'll kill you with my eyeballs
Sounds like a threat.
Put on a lawsuit, then.
Maybe I oughtta…
—with a bow tie.
You'll look so pretty.
I thought I was already pretty.
Uh huh.
Yeah, look, so honestly
I don't know if I'll ever be on the same vibration as like,
Jimmy Fallon and them, ok?
I don't know how I did it;
I don't know what did it,
It just happened and then—
And then WHAT.
It just—ended.
Just like that.
I'm not trying to offend anybody here.
Just like that.
Now, I ask:
What are we going to do to sell you this dream?
Doesnt matter what you do, I'll never believe it.
Sure, fine; Don't believe it—
We're gonna make you live it.
Who the hell us “we” anyway?
Now you're speaking in my cadence—
Don't flatter yourself
I like it.
Too late, I guess.
So, you see
We're building
Power triangles
And
love squares
Power triangles
And love squares
Don't let it scare you,
There's love there
Don't let it scare you,
There's love there
Never fear where love has dared
To call you up there
Corrupt file—no fair.
Don't be suprised even the odds seem to turn in your favor,
I promise you;
Nobody's ever ready
For what has just happened here.
WAKE UP, FUCKER.
Ugh, I can't go through this again.
So, I guess I'll have to erase,
Or just secretly publish
Everything I've ever written
About my actual experience as a color,
Just so that I can earn money
As anything other than
A slave—
A maid,
A housekeeper,
A dog walker
Or servitor
So far under her,
That I can't see far enough up to just
Scratch the surface
Her birthright:
The entire network
And mine,
To sit under her,
Wondering what the world would be like
At the other end of the spectrum
The word form of the
White woman
The wicked witch of all directions,
In which I stand in;
I'm at her mercy
I've been abandoned before
But this disservice, is, I'm afraid
The best advice I can take is just
To go straight to the bank with my angst and my hatred
And shove it
So here comes the nameless
Face I love,
Yet,
The faceless God,
Was
Intoxicated, at best—
Manipulation of the Mass Media
I'm so
Seriously jaded
In this torture chamber
In my corner office
In this hall of racists,
I claim, but if all is
One in the same
Then
It's one in the same
And
I'm mainstream
I'm famous
If it's
One in the same
Then
It's one in the same
If it's
One in the same
Then I'm mainstream
I'm so famous
In a whole room full of humans
I'm groomed to be useful for something,
But what?
It just hasn't come yet.
I could sit down with a paper and pen,
But I'm filling up all of my documents
With hollandaise and God
For what?
It's just another song, or something
Or something.
It's just another —
Goddamnit it, more coughs again.
I told you not to watch this.
Why do I taste pancakes?
Maybe you're having a stroke again.
Chyeah, a stroke of genius.
I'll show you a stroke.
Or don't.
Well, there goes the captain.
where is that scene, anyway?
I don't know, I just wrote it.
Great, she left the door open.
She's got no furniture!
It's a “dance floor”
It's “the black box” she called it “the black box”
Goddamn, do you listen to all her stuff?
“Fear stimulates my imagination”
Pilot
ASOT
Fuck man,
What is a woman to a man,
And an androgynous genius to
The industry, or anyone at all
If all are foes ans frauds
All else is toxic!
I woke up with one hand tucked behind my back
Feeling dead drunk,
I just woke up again
But never fell asleep
What world am I in?
The end of the
Dream sequence
The end of the energy keeping me between three things:
My past,
My future
And these prequels,
Sequels
And seeing arrangements
And
She's going crazy
But nobody quite understands
That these demons are chasing me saying
“You deserved those hands in your face”
The scratches on Kayla's back should have had me but
I was too fat
To find love again
And still have something
Wonderfully, undone
And wrong with me
Wrong with me enough to
slam poetry
So I'm guessing the white women I love beyond words and bounds are—
In charge of whatever happens
At the top of the rock;
So I jumped off.
I want to see someone suffer for all that I've done;
No, that's dark, and karmic, you know—
To go on like that;
The confusions and refusal to accept that
The album is called ChaosMagick,
But the cover is more
Urgent,
A prose or a pawn of protection
Against all the coughs
And the reckless mismanagement
The hands in my head
And the eye on my scar
And the lies on my heart
So tell me,
What happens
When you're flying a kite with your heart,
And it's broken?
What happens to the kite ,
When you fly it with your heart
And your art up in bundles—
heartbroken, heartbroken
So what come of Miss May,
Come January?
What come of Miss April
By Next December
what comes of the words I was saying
For no one
But everyone heard them
And I've been gone
Much longer than months,
But still stocked up on all that I've wanted
Or all that I got
Or just, all that I love
But got no undercovers to acknowledge no more
How right I was
Or how wrong I am
What come of Miss June, when Miss January comes around?
what come now, around August,
When March is long forgotten?
What comes of the drugs,
Of the come ups, and come downs
What comes of the process
When nothing is served
But the surf has come up
Somewhere
And I just can't love enough
To go there
I want to go to there
I want to be that girl
I want to sit at the top of the rock
Writing songs, and sipping mock cocktails
I want to
Don't you know
I just want to get back to
Where I belong
I'm so out of money and love
That I want to be
Under the train,
When it's coming
(Sometimes it's just the impulse that says
“GO”
Then the train starts to slow
And my pain bubbles up into a numb,
Dumb, crumbling cluster of poetry
You know?
Or you don't
Cause you're all just on your phones
Scrolling
Some black man stands over me,
Reminding me of why I never trust the ones
Who want me most,
Or just assume,
By color code,
That I belong to them
I'm sorry,
I just can't write with your arms around my neck like this
Your heart around my arms like this
It's so wholesome
I had other verses but forgot them
They took away my movies for the curses
And the hexes
That they put on me
I said don't.
And the king said
“Heads will roll”
Cause, you know;
I've got parts for all of them now,
The ones I'd forgotten
But come from the catacombs,
Back from the conduit
You know,
This is awful
I had another one,
But lost it.
The king?!
Which one.
Teas I!
No, it wasn't,
It was Gían's father,
From further off
Should I call John back?
Which one?
Turns out, I love all of them—
Turns out, I've got all of them
In my college
I taught them all to be someone
Becoming of acknowledgement
With nombres most common
Juan, in subcultures, but
Beyond that
(Or above them)
It's John,
Or just Jonathan,
Watch the ones who drop the consanant;
They're always so troublesome,
But I took them all up
As understudies,
Social Studies and some theatrics,
Joan of Ark said
Two more moments
(Two more weeks in)
I could have a body worthy
Of a Grammy award, but —
Would I be a writer then?
Probably not, hon—
Writers are
Off a bit.
If you were pretty, ever at all— would you have written this?!
If I were pretty at all would there be reason to be this
Conflicted?
Some of those old New York hallways
Haven't been painted
In ages
Since they made them
Don't make that face at me
I only dropped my key once
On the fourth floor
—they're horrible, you know
To us,
The “brothers” know no love
They are destruction, speaking
Of this,
I got a cold heart.
Cold like the robber
Cold like the calling I've done in my corner office cold, like the jello mold forming a thought process
Worthy enough
I might love it like a husband
We're re-evaluating your circumstances.
Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean.
I've got friends at USPS
What the fuck could that even account to.
Look, I'm gonna have to give this some serious considerations.
It's not that serious.
It's not that serious.
Of course it is!
I'm up to my knees in investments!
So?!
I wade a waiste deep,
Surely you can get by
“Up to your knees”
What exactly do you need?
Money. And lots of it.
I mean, from me.
Money.
Really?
Leave me alone.
I told you not to write this.
You're a voice in my head;
No, I'm the hand in your mailbox.
What in the fuck do you believe in.
I believe in everything!
They said you were a genius;
I didn't expect you to be
—at the very least, lucid—
*squints* learn some new vocabulary, okay?
For what?
Dinner.
Maybe.
We're still in the process of voting.
She's crazy.
We'd be crazy not to actually hire her.
Her accounts are all practically open;
We could just take it.
Yeah, and when she kills herself, and there's no blood on our hands—
There's nothing that can be done about the amount of this stuff that's already printed!
Printed?!
What?!
You mean—
She's published?
Self-published.
My, what a beautiful happenstance
To have already had you
And awakened atop mattresses
Marked for my assassins hand—
Polite, I lost you
All of us,
Atop the rock
We stood and suffered
Months beyond a montage,
Undercover
Love was lost,
And all's uncertain
The interception of God,
At the cost of
What terror and cutbacks
Have caused us all
What you lost was $50, a Hallmark Card, an Academy award, a long lost star's phone number,
And all that you wanted,
The cock of the gun
Was the sound that you wondered
What was called
, then ran off into wonder.
How am I gonna make money
And become an award winning songwriter
Music producer
And multidisciplinary artist,
Without all the funding it takes to get noviced
Without taking clothes off
Wake up 10 years younger
I'm suffering
My stomach was a rubber band
My stomach was a rubber band
My only song was Water
I forgot to stop
For the applause
I drowned in all the love; right then and there
I died of
Lovenessness
[The Festival Project]
The sound and laughter of children play
A baby in a basket
The basket case at Trader Joe's
Who know what happens
It just doesn't pull my heartstrings any longer
That my son belongs without his mother
So I'd better have another
This is us, come on.
Don't do this to me.
Don't do this, Timmy, you'll be sorry.
Come on! We're not even in that movie!
We are, though; it's still
Listen, you've got the right guy for this.
Are you sure.
Yeah, I promise.
Officers,
Stop for a *movement
[hot cops flash dance number]
Fuck, well, that was all wrong.
But worth it!
What I meant was—
God, this show gets good at 31,
But I'm only 22,
So I guess I'll know how wrong the war was
Once we've lost it,
Cause imm a man now
The episode is over,
Soon comes the next episode
With snoop dogg,
Or not
That was our wedding album.
Scatterbrained, and pregnant—
There she was just putting all the things together
That she needed to be
Needed
To be needed.
There she was,
All on 4/20
Trying not to do the wrong thing,
But what was it?
To be loved.
Then,
There she was at 21 just going off again
At some event—
A friend, and her
Back then could not imagine
They'd become him
To be someone.
Not as one,
But of entirely another
World apart, aside from
Cyclones into snow cones
Turns the watchers into artists
All their own,
And off my own accord
Or own account
Or done with boredom
Dove soap
Open doors
And clocks that turn the other hand away,
Each day you love Manhattan
But can't have that.
That's it—
This is just Season 1 of Mad Men
WHERE THE FUCK IS—
[she throws her hands above her head in surrender]
I don't KNOW!
Oh, you're a girl now?!
I guess!
What's with those pants, then?
To hide the assets!
What assets?! You look tragic.
I'm going for ‘skeleton' to match all your wives and everybody else on the red carpet
Who said you get the red carpet?
Manhattan.
That guy lies!
Well how about this:
The walk of stars were carved out in blocks of marble
All in my honor.
1000/1
You're our God, now.
What!
I don't want to be God!
SUCK IT UP. YOU WON.
I don't wanna!
Yaaaaaaayyy. You got the award!
All the awards!
Speech!
Speech!
SUNNI BLŪ
Uh—-
I'm drunk,
And there's nothing on the teleprompter
[a man in the audience coughs]
A-HEM.
[Sunni Blū immidiateky shoots the coughing man]
[multi-camera shots of celebrity audience reactions; laughing, clapping in hilarity as if someone hasn't just died]
TAYLOR SWIFT
(unmoved at all)
SUNNÏ BLŪ
I don't know why you're laughing.
That was awful.
That guy died
[audience is insane, super fake as usual]
[more cut takes]
SUNNÏ BLŪ
It should have been you, Taylor.
TAYLOR SWIFT
(Still unaffected)
SUNNI BLU
Anyway. I'd like to thank the academy…
Cause I am the academy
[Audience is celebrities being celebrities]
SUNNI BLU
You guys are all idiots:
I'm a go f*ck myself—
And anyone else who wants to show up
At my afterparty.
Whatever.
Peace.
[cheesy academy award music plays—Sunnï knocks over the mic, peaces out obnoxiously; the audience cheers wildly and the host returns to the stage.]
Who's the host?
Whatever.
Hey, better than nothin.
You're telling me.
yeah.
I know:
Oh, she's a comic?
Yeah.
I got it.
BOB SAGET
Ooh, that's good.
Ū
No—no my God.
No Bob Saget, stop it!
Wait, Bob Saget is dead right?
Last I recall:
Fuck—FUCK!
Dammit. Dammit, dammit.
Okay, Rue— you're up.
Rue, what in the—
Shhhh, don't let them know I'm in here!
Oh, wait—
It's me, Blanche.
That's hot.
I'm a debutant.
My god, you're so young.
Here, take this,
What's that,
You'll need that.
V.O.
I'm being hunted by the ghost of Bob Saget.
*haunted.
No, hunted!
There she is! Grab her!
Ooh, Bob Saget.
Why, yes.
How old are you?
Not dead yet!
You don't have to kidnap me, I'll happily go with you, sir.
Really?
Yes.
GET IN THE—
NOH,
GET IN THE VAN.
INT. IN THE VAN.
[a bunch of hot male celebrities are in the van]
Oh. Okay.
Wow.
That was easy.
What is it, Friday.
It's Friday and a half.
Friday.5
What.
There's a Friday movie between 1 and 2
So I guess this is season 8.5
I guess this is season 8.5
HEY, GET BACK HERE.
What is this.
It's your lunch.
I don't want this.
Well, okay.
What— is this strange music—
They call it dubstep
Come on, Jimmy, you're slipping
Kimmel, cause Fallon is dead or presumed missing
Probably Skrillex
Probably a bounty on his head, Dog willing
The Festival Priojects Inclement Infinite
Is coming up next, on Legends
Come on Jim,
KEEP UP.
Nobody can know about this, okay?
Wait, where's Kimmel
Okay,
I got O'Brien—
Black Irish Bastard…
Alright, Alec Baldwin is a little tied up, right now, but
LEMON,
Fuck.
That's l—future me.
What?!
I gotta go, okay?!
What? Go where.
Let's get DRUNK.
No, That's—I got a show tonight
What?!
Look at my lexicon.
Your—what,
Meet me on Lexington.
Oh, this pussy is finished!
I got it, I got it! He's
LENNONNNNN!!
JOHN LENNON
Fuck. Look, I gotta go.
John Lennon?!
You're dead!
Funny, I thought not.
Watch this.
MOOOOOOOOOOOM.
Fuck,
What,
It's my kid. I gotta go.
Wait, you have kids?!
Well, I just had you, didn't I?
“The mayor” is a secret underground rap star
lol
#trappin
Okay,
What's else happened
Idk hold on
Okay,
So whats the sauce on this sandwich.
Oh.
Jeez, this again.
That *sandwhich?
Hah.
There's no sauce on that sandwhich.
—there's not!?
No:
You see.
It's very simple.
WAKE UP, YOU'RE A ROCKSTAR.
we gotta take the train.
The train?!
NO.
NOTTHETRAIN.
NO.
Man, fuck the train!
[SUNNI BLŪ wakes up on the train.]
What's this, the train?
[is the train]
(Angrily, tossing newspaper)
Man, FUCK the train!
Other hobo:
Aww, thanks, I need that for my—
[s/he snatches back the paper].
Wait! I need that back—what day is it?
[drunkenly illegible gibberish turns into perfect Hebrew]
GODDAMMIT, it's Shabbat;
I gotta get to Temple.
[s/he shoves the newspaper back into the hobo's lap]
Here.
Oh no, I thought I couldn't forget
RABI
FUCK
_]€_#
WHAT WAS IT
GODDAMIT IT WAS SO CLEVER.
God
So it was…
What did you do with it?
Do with what
My idea
what idea
My—my rabbi joke—
What rabbi joke
you know what rabbi joke! You were the one who gave it to me.
Oh, did I?
YES, SATAN, JESUS.
GOD
Ohh, Satan-Jesus. I like that one.
NO— it was—
It was much better than that, it was—
It was funny.
Oh, it was?
YES.
—did you write it down?
Fuck,
I realize I just opened a
A FUCK PORTAL.
OHH, GET IN IT,
GET INSIDE.
I had an Artemis in my pocket
But I lost him
Walked away from the cornermarker
And the cornerstone, for the sunset
I wonder if songs always come
When I'm walking,
Or
God makes us promises,
For world of
I'm not JB, I'm KG,
Can you see me now?
If you could see what I see,
We'd be even
wtf did I just write this
And not realize I just wrote this
Yeah.
That shit happens to me all the time.
WHAT.
ALL THE TKMEx
Shut up,
THE ANDRE3K CHARADES GAME is getting intense.
What in the FUCK is that.
*flutes*
Ohh.
And
KITES.
yyyyyYYYYYYYAAAAAHHH——
GODDAMMIT.
I can't see really, I just dream
I'm not thinking, I'm dancing
This is what you asked for
Exactly what you asked for
For once,
I'm finally glad I have your eyes on
My friend
I can see you all on the horizon,
Singing
NO, NO MORE MUSICALS!!
Jimmy, what did you do?!
I don't know what I did!
You lyin bastard.
I'm not lying!
So, where ya from?
—I don't know where I'm from.
Listen, I'm gonna need you
SHUT UP,
JUST SHUT UP.
It seems like these scenes are getting shorter.
I'm bored with this.
Ok.
Let's do something else.
I fuckin hate you. I hate you.
I fuckin hate you.
88.
Oh no:
8
Wait, what the—
*dolphin*
WOAH, okay:
Oh, no.
No,
No, no
OHNONO.
I told you I'd find him.
Anyway.
Seems like there's something more important I should be doing.
Are you sure this is the right place.
Right place. Right time.
Fuck— FUCK.
What, what happened.
I lost my—
SKRILLEX!
No.
SKRILLEX.
NO, NO—
SKR—
I swear to God, Google knows everything.
Google don't know shit about SHIT.
I gotta lose m 39 lbs.
For what.
MADONNA
DO IT FOR THE BANANAS.
I hate— you.
COME ON, MISTER.
Fuck off, Madonna,
I'M A GOD.
I miss Beyoncé.
That's not relevant.
Beyoncé is relevant to everything.
*smacks*
QUIT FANGIRLING.
Trust me, I hate you.
I don't trust you, but I believe you.
I got it.
I hate this place.
Holy shit.
What.
I developed a new phobia.
What's that mean?!
I don't know, I can probably use it in a fight or something.
For what.
SPECIAL ABILITY UNLOCKED.
I see you looking over my shoulder
I see the shadows, I try not to jump at em.
I spent six months in a coffin, you know
I spent my life a sarcophagus
(Wow, I got it right.)
Try not to mutter those haunts in a hospital
Try to recover from trauma
Uncovered post traumatics,
Anxiety attacks and a lot of those—
What do you call them?
A flashback.
Here goes one:
SONNY MOORE aka SKRILLEX appears.
I told you not to—
But I did!
I didn't mean to!
But you did!
This is ludachris!
Oh look, it's—
Fuck.
God dammit.
Come on! What's his name!? What's his name?!
I'll think abo it it.
Are you serious? Another shapeshifter?
Yes,
I guess welll just have to kill them all, then.
I just want to go home.
You don't have one.
…oh.
So here we have.
Okay, wait a second.
I wasn't faking my symptoms at all, actually.
My heart had dropped, and been pounding and fluttering insessantly—
It had been a hard week, but especially the last three days;
The coughing—.
Everyone seemed to be wearing clothing with stars or bears on it,
Champion sportswear.
I fucking hate champion sportswear.
But the palpitations were real as ever— and now—
On a Saturday night in the Jamaica, Queens medical center emergency room,
There they were again.
Only this time I knew exactly why.
‘Too Bizzare' by Skrillex begins to play, via Complications 003- The Trauma Method.
Irony.
It was ironic, but still startling,
Started with some nostalgic traumas,
Every other time I saw an ER doctor
(Why I don't go)
Fuck, I just realized I have to airdrop myself 880 times.
That fucking sucks.
Did you say you were a doctor?
I was, once.
When is “once”
At some point.
Listen, I'm gonna need you to backtrack to get to the bottom of this.
I'm innocent, I promise!
We caught you at 27 different angles doing this.
Oh.
[beat]
I plead the 5th.
Ohh. Cerulean. My favorite.
c R A Y On
Oh, I get it,
I L L U M I N A T U S.
Nice, it worked.
I know everything about you.
So you do.
[beat]
You're a God.
What the fuck do you want from me.
Listen. I. Am not. A God,
Right. That's exactly what a God would say.
No they wouldn't! Because a God wouldn't say anything!
AHA.
Don't ‘AHA' ME.
I don't mind, at all
It don't matter— to me
I don't mind, at all
It don't matter—to me
Might as well not think about it
The space between us
Might as well just stay awake then
No sense in leaving
Just to come back
It don't matter to me, now
Now and again
I go crazy just making arrangements,
But besides that,
If you like it, you should have it
It's a long road,
As Kaskade says,
And a short dance,
With the right one
And time goes by
I would call it mild,
But actually I'm in a wild panic
It might be a heart attack
I just might even
Die right here
But I don't mind, at all
It don't matter—to me
I don't mind—at all
It don't matter to me, I said
I don't mind, at all, now
It really don't matter to me
I said,
I don't mind, at all
It really don't matter to anyone
Now does it
(Not it doesn')
I don't mind, at all
It don't matter— to me
I don't mind, at all
It don't matter—to me
Might as well not think about it
The space between us
Might as well just stay awake then
No sense in leaving
Just to come back
Palpitations and precipitations at the pulpit
Preacher, please don't make me a culprit
I been prayin—
I been paying my tithes,
10% Even,
Now 25,
Almost half of me is not mine!
Why try?
I've been walking out, in straight lines
I been crying silently
It ain't right
I been making most of my nights
Sometimes
I see sun come up twice
Up, down up
10 degrees,
It ain't right
Up down up
33, it ain't right
Up, down, up
I've been spending my time
Down, up, down
Riding round,
Trying not to down in my mind
Up, down up
What is this.
It's my project.
What is it?
The Festival Project.
Yeah but—what—
What.
Is it?
…it's my project.
*painfully infuriated*
Okay, enter here.
EXAM ROOM 10
Why exam room 10?
Because.
Where are the other nine?
Just—get in.
I'm not going in there!
JUST GET IN.
UGH.
DEADMAU5 (head and all) stands at a tall podium in the center of the room)
What is this,
This is deadmau5.
I know that.
—-!!!
—?!?
What.
!!!
What? This is the exam?
Yes!
NO.
What is “no”.
I'm not playing for deadmau5.
That's the exam.
Then I fail!
Automatic Fail?
yes. Automatic fail.
Then you win.
What.
*slams gavel*
Congratulations—you're the next superstar DJ.
WhY.
.
What.
Woohoo! I just retired!
DEADMAU5 exits.
…
…
After a few moments of comic tension, the Deadmau5 head rolls back in through the exit which he has taken.
Ugh.
Fuck this.
No matter what you do, you're a superstar DJ.
What. No!
Yes. The answer is yes.
NO.
Fuck.
What the FUCK.
No matter what you do.
You want to go,
Go, you want to die,
Die, you want to try, try
You want to cry, cry
Do what you want;
As so will I,
Demand is demand—
Supply is supply.
EDX
So then, I followed this long hallway under the stage deck.
Uh huh.
And it led to a door—
Uhhuh, where'd the door lead?
To a portal.
Woah. Pasqualle!
You made it!
I—yes.
Congratulations!
*blows party horn*
*Daisies/ confetti*
You're like 25!
I'll be 25 forever.
Nice!
Yeah.
I guess that's why it's called ‘music'—a musician without muses is just useless.
‘Well, whose next?' I wondered. All of my muses were not just so wonderful to me, but adored by many—and perhaps this is what allured me most—befuddled ans confounded me; once my mind was set on something, there was nothing else its eye could see—and for how long one God could only know, how deep the love would go and that the blood would run deep, and the scars to show for it, only upon my heart and never by soul—for a love was a love, and even once came and gone, to the end of my life I knew I would still ponder upon them, at one time or another, my muses—star studded lovers, rather than crossed, shiny and golden like all diamond and trophies so treasured and thought of as precious.
‘Yes, you are—precious.'
Another tongue in cheek thought, for the other that I was, and also was not, as summer drew onward as short as it would come and go—a reminder to leave the apartment more often, and to mind my manners, to find the upper echelon wherever it was and come quietly into its doors, to open my world and wordform of thought, into a place where my heart always was; then, and only then, would I be home. Amongst the men and women of the uppercut and classy, luxurious big fishing ponds and flocks of doves upon olive branches—the peaceful world long parted from where mine was, by only the fault of my own. What had been done just certainly was, and yet, what was to come was an open poem, not of mine, but Godform in thought.
‘I wonder what's at the top of Rockefeller Plaza.'
—perhaps, a gander at the bottom of an even larger entertainment complex.
Then, again, only God would know what was beyond all that I wanted; a job—and not just any job at all— the one that I had always wanted.
Mmm. Birthday cake.
Suddenly the taste of a white confetti crème filled my mouth with a delicious remnince of what it might be like to taste a confectionary sugar again—but i couldn't imagine ever making it just on talent and charisma alone—no. Indeed, it seemed something had damaged my charm, and perhaps it was just the swarms and droves of phone controlled masses that saw me as nothing more than dust, I had started to surrender my desire to perform, and the quality of my music—along with my ability to make it, suffered with the awful thing that had been crowding my soul at all—whatever it was, evil and dark in nature, sure saw to it that it wanted to hurt me in all the ways that it could—and in all the ways it could not, I stayed away from most others, favoring my delusions of love.
‘Nobody seems to understand that the pain they cause will only harm themselves.', I thought
Younger souls, however, they were—and they would be kept in the pain that I was in one way or another until eventual death, far behind me on the infinite road to the source. Far enough behind, that it seeked to destroy my progress, and for all that it could, it also couldn't.
The infliction of pain would simply not act as a measure for control any longer.
Off into my own world, where I was at least free from the thoughts and judgement of others.
She's the most beautiful girl,
And I'm the most beautiful boy;
So naturally, we belong together, don't we?
I see a pretty picture,
Picket fences and a family
Golden Retrievers
Someone relieve her;
She doesn't believe me
TV dreams and exquisite pretty people
Burning candles, fire flames and
frequent figures,
Guest characters and cameos,
Repeat offenders, multiple appearances
Suddenly, really, it's another need
People, people pleasers
Audience affection,
Tragic endings,
Butterflies and new beginnings
Gun under my tongue,
Rubber like a frog
My mind is in a fog
Haven't bothered going on a walk
To Trader Joe's but
The anthem of my youth,
A lost soul
Another form of my love
So what I wonder
Put the gun up under my chin
Rubber like a frog
Blow my head off
Just cause I didn't blow up
Selfish cunt
Big brother,
Another hypnotist
Little brother,
Gotta love him
Gotta love em
For the Love of God
I could stop for a moment
Wash my mind out with soap
Like I'm ten years younger, even
Seriously
20 years between us,
You can't even hide underwater
In a bathtub
Seriously,
Someone help us
For the love of God, for the love of
Hollywood
Seriously,
Someone love us,
For the love of God,
For the love of Rockefeller Plaza
Someone help us
Another possible walk of stars
A little shop of horrors
Another whole story
I get rid of my demons
The hoes screamin
I put semen in her
Permanent like semen,
Just keep dreamin
I'mma just keep preaching
SaMo, Brooklyn
Europe Next
I keep scheming
Whoever you are;
If you're a wreck—
You need a check
No respect, neglect
Just cover your neck
(I'm blind to my own design, sometimes)
That's what the eye is
Try this:
Close your eyes and say thrice, kids
I am the God of the eye,
Osiris
I am the God of the Eye,
I'm Osiris
I am the God,
I walk amongst the highest
Thoth,
You lost
Better just die and keep trying
I am the God of the eye, I am
(Try this)
I am the God of the eye
(I never die)
I am the God of the eye
(That's right, three times)
I am the God of the eye
No black and white television,
In my dimension we pay attention to centrifugal,
The mission isn't in materialism,
Whatever youre spending
If money the God, l of your eye,
Realize, I am higher
My gunfire,
Is right on the back of
The one dollar
I am the God of the eye
I Am
Your money is nothin to us
We come in peace,
To end suffering
Pretty little nigga
Look just like Kendrick
Kickin it with jigga
I'm the new higs boson
Part of me never left Boston
(Fuck Starr!)
Part of me never left homeless
This ain't my home
It's my office
You never heard this song
You don't notice
I'm an ugly kid, you don't notice me
Rooftop smells like soy sauce
On god
I am ugly
You don't notice
-Atari the God
Can we get back to this, please?
Damn. She really whooped her ass, though.
Janet, can I borrow you for a second?
No.
Please.
[Whoopi Goldberg appears in the doorway, gesturing “c'mon”]
…alright.
I got convictions on my lips,
I took a picture
Turn the page
The worst of all was, it really did seem like they were racists—
INSOMNIAC EVENTS
Not just racists— the most deadly kind of racists.
WHITE SUPREMACISTS
You really want it this way, don't you?
No!
I LOVE you!
Oh, do you?
If there's a mile in here, I swear to god..
Are you high enough yet?
I thought so
HIGHER!
hire star*
What.
Just do it.
You remember these guys, right?
GOOD CANNABIS, FAIRBANKS, ALASKA
No.
Why are we back here.
Alright, we might have fucked up.
Why.
This guy sucks.
HEY.
What.
COME BACK TO ALASKA
never that.
WHAT, WHY NOT!
GOD HATES FAGS!!!
Well, you're wrong!
WHITE POWER.
Nah.
ALL LIVES MATTER
O rly? Even this guy?
Literally every “NO”
…so, “all lives.”
Look, I don't care what color it is; I want that book in my library.
GO TO THE LIVRARY.
NO.
GET IN HERE.
NO AUBREY. STAY DEAD.
She's dead, right?
YOU CALLED ME HERE.
I didn't!
You Did.
I did not, all i said was
*swoons*
…I love her.
(I really do)
WHAT?! “I Love you?!”
It was more the *swoon* that did it.
Disconnect.
Fuck, I lost deadmau5 again
What'd you do to him?
Nothing!
Put him back!
He's still there! He's right there, you see him?
No! This isn't deadmau5. We want deadmau5. bring him BACK.
Fuck, I fucked up.
What'd you do?
…nothing?
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
…hello?
Who IS this?
Fuck it, I quit.
Man, God never puts my dishes back in the right place, like ever.
I told you, I don't live here, I'm just…
Babysitting.
CC!
What!
CC!
What?
CC
WHAT.
Fuck, man.
That was wild.
Where the fuck have you been?
I don't know.
You don't know—you smell funny.
“Funny” is that what that smell is?
No.
When were you?
When? Ha.
Did you—-
Did I what?
—did you go to a party without me?
Lmfao fuck these niggaz.
Why, what happened.
What's this.
Where was it?!
Idlewild.
“IdLeWiLd”?!?!?
You. Old. One here and die, you know, l.
It's cattle call for curtain calls guy
Where did this go—
What was this, once?
It's the return
Welcome to Oz
This is the Tower of Babel
Remember;
I wrote that
Better than the bottom,
Still not the top
—it's not as fast, when it's not going all the way up
Did you jump yet
Come around more
Keep coughing
Are you sure this is where it was or—?
Somewhere else I stayed
Back when I was homeless
It's hopeless!
We lost her
Antenna, antenna
SUPERMARKET
I loved her
—she was undercover
—I'm still in your stirrups
I'm lost in New York, then
BACKFIRE
Adele remix is on [have a seat]
Can I go now?
I still need a hat, a half dollar
and an alter cloth
You could win an award for this;
I don't want an award,
I just want my son back
Motherhood, motherhood
Brotherhood, brotherhood
This isn't one of us!
No one was
No one was
Can I go now?
Where to?
Home!
Nope, that's just the office,
I'm still homeless, unless I
They got cabanas on top of offices!
(The rich and the famous)
Networking and brunches—
_this looks fun, doesn't it?
I altered the course of history
In brief exchanges and
Various social atrocities
This is hypocrisy! lol rly
This is hypocrisy!!
Hyper awareness and, psychic inclinations…
You realize the more low quality people you let in
The more low quality this country becomes, don't you?
I put a roll in the back of the chosen ones.
Used to be cast more,
Now something seldom ever happens
Such as this—
A fun Fortune 500
What does that even mean
Forbes.
Look it up.
What if the policy is
Foreign;
Look it up.
I know enough about the girl next door to know
Something is horrible,
Something inside of her
Rots at the core,
Her obsession;
My undeservedness of such,
What she must,
I mustn't, just
Unjustice
Broski, okay
I got to discard
All the pichardo
Besides just this one
(I'm standing on top of you)
Put somebody worthy on the fourth floor
Worse off,
I was done for
Before
I got to New York
What's her for?!
I know enough about the man upstairs to know
All these glares and
“How dare you's” and
Hatred says
Why would you wait 30 years
Until today, I guess
Something is certainly off about her.
I said yes.
It was more probably something like
“SUCK MY DICK”
What.
“YOU HEARD ME”
Oh yes, I did.
From 1990 to 1993
From 1990
To 1993
From 1990
To 1993
Stop breeding these things,
“Love is familiarity”
No
Love is what you make it
But you can't
Because of slavery
They don't make music
—they don't make love either
Well, look where your lust took you!
Nowhere!
Exactly!
Look where your love took you:
Vegas,
Los Angeles,
South of the Border
Above it
a New Yorker—
Under budget,
Celibate and
My arms are too short to jump the turnstyle,
Meanwhile
My ex husband left permanent scars on
My face
My lips
My arms
My hands
And my heart.
Did you bite him?
Of course I bit him, he was strangling me.
You definitely won this fight.
I know.
Look, if I don't call for security,
This bitch is gonna make me kill her.
OCTOPUSSY
NO.
What.
NO.
Stankass.
I will KILL this bitch.
Look, I gotta get ahead in this.
I need a WIN.
These are customs.
Trash.
Wash your pussy.
Send her back.
Nah, you know what.
Remove that hex.
Wait, what, really?!
Yeah, like;
Reverse it.
Woah.
That's crazy.
They got like….white slaves now.
That's not right.
What do you mean.
That's not it.
You said “reverse it”
This is what the white supremacy just did to everyone else:
[world in crisis except for for people who look like Kayla Lauren, to whom EVERYTHING is a fucking crisis, that isn't]
BECKY/KAREN/WICKED WITCH OF WHITE AMERICA
I AM OFFENDED
I'm offended that you signed your like 12 year old daughter up to pose nearly nude, but—
Hey look, it's us now; is this freedom?!
Uh….
Why are all the female models like 12 and all the male models are fully grown men—
Or women.
Right.
Idk.
Wait, I do.
You do?!
Wait. Something tells me all the pedophiles and all the white supremacists are in the same group…
Run the same businesses—
Have the same families.
This is disgusting
Okay, this is gross
That's not right !
That's not my job!
Oh, it's not!!?
NO.
Who should I call
That guy.
So you want this?
Oh, it's a death curse?!
It will NEVER end.
Wanna bet.
I'll kill you and take the whole world with me.
Now that's a threat.
Thing is, I'm actually making it.
I'm telling on you!
Ok. Wait 30 years though so you look and sound REALLY fucking stupid.
Ok.
30 YEARS.
Doesn't make sense.
What's the statute of limitations for—
Hm.
Depends.
Depends on what.
Who are you?!
WHO ARE YOU?!
NOBODY YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT.
THEN WHY DO I?
wtf is this?
This is Texas being petty.
Ok, fuck ya‘lol
YAW.
I'm serious, wtf is wrong with you.
Something.
What.
Fix me.
Fix you. Hm. Ok.
*COUGHING*
Somethings wrong here.
Yep, it's definitely some kind of
FIX IT.
Where's this ROCK?
At the ROCK.
Like, where tho?!
Ur gonna need this.
What.
They r crucifying u.
Noted.
Hunts Point Food Distribution Center
Lmfao I need this word hold on
“eliminating redundancies, setting strict timelines, and allowing cases to proceed contemporaneously”
[ Finally, recognizing the danger that social media poses to young people and mental health, New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene Commissioner Dr. Ashwin Vasan today issued a Health Commissioner's Advisory identifying unfettered access to and use of social media as a public health hazard, just as past U.S. surgeons general have done with tobacco and firearms.]
A win.
I don't play dead.
What do you call this:
DIE! DIE, BITCH!
Corrections.
I still don't understand how this—
ACID
HAPPENS.
Out of sight
Out of mind
So why these guys
Tryna waste my time
Tryna fuck with my mind with
All these lights
OH MY GOD
I ain't got time for that
Well,
Maybe I do—
I just
Don't like
NIGGAZ LIKE YOU.
(Say what)
I don't like
Niggaz like U!
I'm Sunnï Blū!
You're stupid
Oh, so he put a curse on sunni blu, too?
Ok. Cool.
When all my aliases come up
This dumb motherfucking drunk
Is gonna get stuck
In his own woods
He'll bury himself
In the words that he left
With the scars
In the words that he left
With the scars
Sunni blu
Is the sayer of stars
I slaughtered them all
Swallowed them whole
Like a big black hole
I'm a big black god
I'm a big black God
Fuck
Twinkle that broad
One punch girl
One punch girl
5 punch faggot
I'll unwrap flags on your
Goddamn
Fuck that
Put a curse on my alter ego
Lucky he's a he, tho
I blow holes in em
I blow smoke
And love sausage
I'm a hedon
And he not a
Hero
He broke
He lost
I'm open
Shirts vs skins
I got 666
Curses to show you
What your words did
IM RA
I'm a big black God
You're at home with the young apostle
Let's be honest
He never even liked his father
So turned him to a mother,
Told his mother to ‘run far,
And bring back
The life that I want'
I'm a big black God
In light skinned clothing
You don't know to explode
Or explode on me
Cause my mommy's a
Dark skinned icon
That my God
Find something to pass the time,
God
Sunni with I, huh
I won
Fuck a pedophile wifebeater
Bury him in the woods with his fury
Fear me, now
I'm coming up with reverse curses
And cures
Cause my words
Bought the whole world
Buried you in the woods
I'll bury you in the woods,
Bitch
Very good
I'm a big black
God
-Blū.
GOD is the GOAT
I just became god
I do what I want
I get what I want when I want it
I don't want no problems
Me myself and God only
I buy everything I used to steal
These tears in my heart say I'm healing
What's the difference, anyway?
I've never been fit for your interests, or industry
Add insult to injury
Add everything to my Amazon cart, then
My sympathies
Nothing is greater in heaven
As it is in hell, for this industry
Turned on its head
And turned over from
7 to ten
Check your messages, then
Shut up kid, this doesn't involve you
You're not included in the package
Michael c hall and John c Riley reprise Mr. Cellophane in the style of DEXTER MORGAN.
HA.
Classic.
GOT EM.
V.O.
I met her at The Jumping Point
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