‘The Importance of Coffee//The 5th Dimension//An Interesting Paradigm.’

I got water in my lung, But no more blood runnin through my veins Read between the lines, Stay the fuck outta my lane I am the greatest. I am the champion I retain information You are the lamest This is my game And you are just playin it You pay for the playlist I prayed for the A list And finally I made it —finally I made it —finally I made itX -Sunnï Blū. FLASHBACK: SEASON 4 Anandar ran off with the acid; Now I can' stand a man, or a hammock, I've been abandoned, like the rancid banana I fancied as handed me alaught, Call it black magic I'm passive, it's your aggression I'm just regressing, stressing lessons Please let me out I just don't knowhow, Wow Now i'm out of the box Like: Watch this: It doesn't have a body, but it does tricks it wrote this It's so blissful, In ignorance; It is, but it isn't It wasn't typed up, It was handwritten Man is mismanaged, it's tracgic Combat it with tanrric antics, It's justhood politics, This is a scripture I might die here But then again— I've always lived here, I'vealays written, i've always slit my wrists, This is a crucifixion Intuition This is energy, This is the mission All I see And All I am And All I dream of Is us Distrist wasn't written in love Give up This is now This is me Where are you I don't need Anything (anything) Anyway (anyway) do you hate me? Do you have hope? Do you believe me? I haven't a home of my own, but i'm nowhere now Walk it out What's my name? Wear it out, now? What's that sound? Come around now I'm around town Eyes are so brown I guess I drowned in yours I remember now I just went out to explore and I found this But i”m not around But I'm bound to it Bound to this Dangerous place, making names out of faces In pain, and so nameless I pray for the faithless Seeking arrangements, this is the place where my mind went In time, but never ahead or behind it; Don't mind me, I'm whiny, i'm wound up, Out of it now, but Iwoke up choking, smoking to cope i'm only alone when I'm lonely so, You owe me your soul so I never was whole, but I'm wholesome No home of my own, but i'm grown What's on a deadmau5? Uh—pepperoni— Are you sure? Uh, yeah, probably. Okay, what else? Blue cheese? What! I mean—I don't know. Pepperoni Green Bell Peppers Roasted garlic Red pepper l l WhiteMushroom Link sausage LINK SAUSAGE? Yeah, I guess. Why link sausage? I'll tell you later. Okay. Turkey. What the fuck!! I know, that's what I said. When was this? Whenever I said it. ...hmm...it's missing something. Why turkey! Because, every time I see a turkey, I think the same thing as when I see that guy. What is that— What the fuck— Oh, hey there —is on your neck?? [a turkey gobbling] I hate you. You hate yourself. I—yeah. You got Mail. What! From where? From the mailbox. Since when do we have a mailbox? [shrugs] I dunno. — [outside] Oh nice—when did we get a mailbox? [shrugs] I dunno. [flashback] JOEL hangs out the side of the car, swinging a baseball bat; he strikes a very nice Mail box at the post—it shatters] — But get this! It's not just turkey— Mm—what is that. It's smoked turkey leg. Oh jeez, it's— This sounds expensive. $50 for a sandwhich?? For a deadmau5. That's too much! Have you tried it? I— Just try it— I'm a vegetarian… Is that so… Yes. Hmm. Can we talk about how my favorite sex tape is a deadmau5 live stream? No? Okay. It's soft core, but it gets the job done. Whoops. It's okay. I'm a fan girl. I'm fan girling! The dude's married: I respect marriage. But still—I stopped watching porn like almost a decade ago; I stumbled upon this gem I'm like: okay. Yeah. Wow. I'm like “this is perfect” lol He's a headless body 98% of the time. “Perfect” Creep level: 9000 The funny thing is, I don't know if it's just my age, or my sapiosexuality? Maybe both?! I don't know! But I'm like, Oh, dude— No, deadmau5 is not my favorite DJ. At all. That's my favorite pornstar. I saw this video l—where. By the way, nothing sexual happens at all, outside of my seriously twisted, very sick mind— I saw this video and I had to Google , I'm like “Okay, what's this guy look like without his shirt on?” “Okay, Google” I'm like “ah shit” —that guy's got some serious fuck muscles on em! I'm like, “Oh no!” “That's craaaazy” That's okay though. It's okay, I think it's my age “Dirty 30” I'm so gross now. Plus I'm a chick: Chicks love musicians. And imm a DJ—so I—love DJs. DJs are lucky, too. DJs get all the pussy. I'm serious. I'm a DJ, even I could get pussy, if I wanted it. Something about being a DJ makes girls go into animal mode. Especially white girls. Drunk girls are nuts. DJs see it all. I'm super straight, I'm like “No thanks, Shelly” But guy DJs? Man. They all have serious fuck muscles. You know—the *Indicates fuck muscles* If you don't know what fuck muscles are—it's because you've never been fucked. Yep. That's okay though! I've never been fucked. That's probably why I'm like this. I've never been fucked. Its okay; I'm past the point of no return— I'm like “Huh, that's okay” My guy friends are like “I'll fuck you!” I'm like, “Nah, no thanks” “I'll—“ “No. I'm good.” You know why? None of them have fuck muscles! That's not why, But either way. Even if they did, I would still have to pass: I'm over it. I don't want to get fucked. Not like “GET FUCKED, ASSHOLE” No. Life has done enough of that— But what I mean is this: Have you ever met someone— Or not “just met”, hopefully— But have you ever known somebody that was getting fucked— Like really good— And you're like “That's your problem.” That's the problem! Some people are running around getting fucked “Too good” and it makes them STUPID. Like, they're dumb! They're just getting good dick all the time, so they're oblivious to everything else— Like what a magnificent piece of shit they're fucking. Especially that. But now imm cautious— I don't want to get fucked, Cause the older I get, The more I realize what “Fucking your brains out” really is: His big DICK is so BIG and so GOOD, it actually reached up inside your brains while he was FUCKING you, and scrambled them. Now you're retarded. No. I'm okay. I'm good. —- This is taking years off my life. You have a life? Well, not yet—but when I do; this will have taken years off it! Please explain this. He's a beautiful person (That doesn't exist) You see: It erases the picture All by itself An etch e sketch Kalideacope Ant farm disaster— If this is what you're after, Call back next Saturday, (Or ever after) After I've said enough After supper, After the weather passes, After the sabbath, After never collapses, After an autograph, I swear to laugh, I laugh just to forget I ever practiced math, Or magic, Never purchased meth for mattresses, Remember what a pastor is, But not the taste of Grass fed— Brass candle lit dinners or Tin roofs and Tinder Or dinosaurs, Gore at the core, It's no wonder you're broke And so miserable Ah, look; I broke it Remember the world that you're on; It revolves all on nothing, Removing an uncle from cousins or Curse marks on eyelids or, Wonder what Billie Ellish did to deserve it , Or is it just the white supremacists lasts hurrah, What a bargain: The world all at war over dollars and water I stopped at Applebees frozen and wondered “How long has it been since this all fell apart?” WHAT WAS THAAAAAAAAAT AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Hey, wake up. What the fuck. This is it. This is—what. It's your stop. No, it's not. Oh My God. Wow, what the fuck. I know, huh. Where'd I go? GIANT FLYING IT WAS A GIANT, FLYING It was more floating IT WAS FLOATING A GIANT, RAINBOW— A GIANT FUCKING RAINOW —FLYING— A GIANT FLYING RAINBOW IGUANA WOAH, WHAT? WITH SUPER SILKY FUR. what the fuck are you on? NOTHIN. I just fell asleep on the DEADMAU5. No. Don't sleep on the deadmau5. I mean, I was sleeping on deadmau5. No. don't sleep on the deadmau5. “THE” deadmau5. the deadmau5, yes. Theoretically and Aesthetically; This guy is beautint both of you with a stick— And he's married, which I respect, but still, Sometimes, I wonder about the taste of his dick, It certainly looks delicious; I don't know what kind of Stockholm syndrome that is, I'm just dramatic and sexually inactive So I have to think about that, a bit Fantasize, while I can I'm mad at the world And too fat and too black For a rich white man, but Honest to God, On all the money I'll ever have, And I've ever had; The brains are more attractive than the bands —Another Random Rant. I keep waking up to deadmau5 and into this hellish nightmare; somehow, some way—this sequence keeps repeating— I keep waking up in this body and into this cold world for something, but it seems like I'll never know what. Sir, I have a location. Where is she. New York City. Where? EXT; QUEENS, NEW YORK. NIGHT Okay, Take it away— The pain, that is It's just another day Away from playing Whatever this is, I think a game I may be crazy, lazy Look—I use my legs to take me places Grey and shady Trains across the plains Of love and fame I just decided rock climbing to deadmau5 is maybe one of my favorite things to do. Is ot really? Heh. Oh—yeah. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Ah crap. —fuckfuckfuck. FUCK. It is infinite. Damn. He's never gonna find her. All of a sudden it was puzzle pieces out of order; a wrecking ball scrimszed through my mind as I shuffled through —absolutely anything other than Skrillex— —absolutely anything besides Skrillex—deadmau5 in particular, not just to take the edge off from the day, or to relax me through a set k felt o hadn't at all the nutrients or energy for, but to ease the very pain that was gnawing at me from inside of a cavernous space I once thought my heart or soul might be, but no longer rested, consumed bu the mischief and grieve that had managed to have settled in the upheaval of whatever chaos Sonny had summoned, that I had so gracefully amd fully submitted to in the catastrophic moment of… What is it? It's so beautiful' What is it? it's a planet! No, it isn't! It is' I promise! Goddamn it, where does this go!? Uhhh… OH MY GOD what DID I MAKE LOVE TO HOU WITH MU SOCKS ON I don't know I don't remember FUCK I HATE THIS This is too many distractions All I wanted was a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich I'm gonna need more than peanut butter and jelly to twin like this aaaaaaaghhhhhhh Uuuuughhhhhhh UNH. Your majesty' My leige? Please, come quickly I'm gonna eat your dock for breakfast Ok Every morning. Fantastic. Okay, pause. After all that? Yes. Ok. What goes in a deadmau5 casserole? What!! I don't know?! Uhhh. Elmer's glue? What? You can't eat that. Uhhh— Corn, TImmy Hortons That sounds disgusting What are you making A portal gun For what Don't bother me Wha!!' I mean-you'll see hun. Clean money comes slow— But once it comes, Clean money don't go Clean money comes though This clean money all me, it ain't you! -Sunnï Blū. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.