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[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]

De: Insomniac
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  • thefestivalproject.com

    The Festival Project™ is a multi-genre, multi-dimensionally mystifying and magical multimedia series, set against the backdrop of modern dance music-- i.e.” rave” culture-- combined with historical and futuristic elements of science fiction and folklore-- across expansions of space-and-time, unifying with The Universal Consciousness in a multidimensional and explorative ensemble of Films, Episodic Series, Music Videos, Extended Playlists, and Concept Albums.

    A perpetual symphony of artistic storytelling though a cavalcade of wonderful and whimsical characters along high-intensity, off-the-map adventures--showcased through Music, Film & Interactive Art Explorations--set upon the dreamlike actual reality of an unravelling fabric of time-and-space.

    This explosive and expansive wave of enigmatic, chaos-colliding, charismatic [ and often comedic] kinetic energy, reflects a shared experience throughout all time in human connection; Journey beyond the unknown, to Worlds Within--and Without.

    El Festival Project™ es una serie multimedia multigénero, multidimensionalmente desconcertante y mágica, ambientada en el contexto de la música dance moderna, es decir.” cultura rave”, combinada con elementos históricos y futuristas de la ciencia ficción y el folclore, a lo largo de expansiones de espacio y tiempo, unificándose con la Conciencia Universal en un conjunto multidimensional y exploratorio de películas, series episódicas, videos musicales, listas de reproducción extendidas, y álbumes conceptuales. Una sinfonía perpetua de narraciones artísticas a través de una cabalgata de personajes maravillosos y caprichosos a lo largo de aventuras fuera del mapa de alta intensidad, exhibidas a través de exploraciones de música, cine y arte interactivo, ambientadas en la realidad real de ensueño de un tejido del tiempo que se deshace. -y-espacio. Esta ola explosiva y expansiva de energía cinética enigmática, que choca con el caos, carismática [ya menudo cómica], refleja una experiencia compartida a lo largo de todos los tiempos en la conexión humana; Viaje más allá de lo desconocido, a los mundos internos y externos.
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  • - | 10 MINUTE HIA/TUS.

    - | 10 MINUTE HIA/TUS.
    May 9 2025
    /WORMWOOD. Classroom's been abandoned You wish you knew what time it is You wish you knew what time it is freshly lit cigarette You know I like the smell of it but don't bite in it yet Not the taste of your tongue, o You just gonna Let it burn let it burn What in the world do I got to live a karate chop for What do I got a car in the world for I don't Let it all burn I just saw the weirdest window display On one side it had all ourfumes— for the girls— And on the other side, , it had all binoculars— For the guys, I guess Dang somebody really love Diego But I don't I'm metropolitan Avenue Leaves that look like butterdlies God, I really like a redhead and a greyhound Stop at the crosswalk But the bird saga you're all mine God, there's so many men that I don't deserve Tell me why did I come here And where did I come from If not for this love than for what If not for this truth Must the truth I wait my life for a designer god But I bet it all on the wrong bloke Now flat broke And sloppy drunk U got it wrong, But I got the whole turn load I think i@00 take the long way about l use I don't know where I am Don't know if you noticed It mi just don't give a damn. I just don't give a damn. I like this girl's vibe, she's not a natural blonde That's a lucky girl— And a very lucky dog I'm at the late night deli Thinking bout a late night show Sometimes getting lost in New York Is the only way to come home It's a school! But I thought it was a prison Or a soundstage What's the difference Anyway In this city I legitimately don't care About anything or anybody Intimately Or romantically Technically or homeopathically That's what I want Malibu I'm so sick of living in a trash pail I can't tell the right wrong or wrong Or do or don't Or good from bad anymore So sick of living in a trash pail When I start seriously thinking of suicide Then along comes the radio tower Mi was new York's favorite girl But now i'm old and washed up Motorcycles I put my money on the wrong horse I put all my money on the wrong host I got lost in New York And the horrible still followed Go fire [go figure] I wrote the source code So you admit it. Yes. You've committed the greatest crime of all humanity. Is it? So, You'd admit to it? —if it was? I've already admitted to it. Re write. From memory? Entirely from scratch. Okay. Okay. Okay, I— not with this! The processor unplugs and tosses away the keyboard. That was very over dramatic. YOU wrote the source code. Okay. I—yeah. Now write it again. Not a glitch. With!? He pulls out a legal pad and ballpoint gel pen. With this—- W—is this a gel pen?! It is indeed a gel pen. What if it smears??? It will absolutely smear! Are you kidding me with this?! YOU wrote the source code. Okay! I'm programmed to the source code! Correct. Now, do it— I'm a computer programmer! This is a ballpoint pen—! You're goddamn right! —a fucking gel pen for christs sakes! That's what you get for doing this! Jesus Christ. He can't save you now…because he's part of the source code! Actually no, that guy‘s real. I—beg your pardon. I couldn't make that shit up if I tried. What. …Knew A guy in college. Water into wine. Cool kid. What. At last give me a mechanical pencil or some— You will use the pen and you all like it Back at what I still don't call home Wonder how many dimensions I've gone If any at all L I S T E N L E G E N D S LOOK. ITS LUNELL. LUNELLE. HEHEHE. THAT'S MY GOD! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™, INC. 2015-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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    35 m
  • {WOBBLE BROS.}

    {WOBBLE BROS.}
    May 9 2025
    It was surreal, I was off the grid and in airplane mode, and completely lost without giving a care I was so frustrated that I just kept waking. Just when I started to seriously consider suicide, with the exact timing of my thoughts reaching the logistical point that ‘there was really nothing let in the world for me'— then it appeared right before my eyes; as if it had just sprung up in my path. I wasn't worried that I was lost, or even panicking in a suicidal spiral, I just thought to myself “It's really time to go.” Then, the radio tower, which looked something like a sigil that had been appearing to me over and over. It made no other kind of sense; my phone wasn't connected to the internet, nor was maps installed; my location was off and in lockdown mode, and I knew I had missed the turn for Whole Foods… and just kept walking. In airplane mode, listening to heavy rock, wondering why I should even try at anything at all when Suddenly i realized It was a radio station. I didn't know what kind of music, but it didn't matter— I had music in all the genres. And though it was with intense irony that I had pretty much entirely given up on DJing, especially for the moment— here was this, something I just stumbled upon after walking what seemed pretty aimlessly into an almost suicidal frame of mind— not unheard of. My apartment was a hellscape and walking around Brooklyn was not much difference, besides that I was in the noise rather than on top of it. Either way, it was so exact I couldn't tell whether it happened before or at the same time, almost as if the universe's response to my logical needing to just kill muself off before it could get any worse was this thing I had very recently, pretty much entirely meaningfully abandoned. Trying to be a DJ. Was I trying? I didn't know. But either way, I had music out and business cards in my pocket, and so here it just must have been where I was walking to, anyway. At least I got rid of the trackers by confusing them— and myself— by completing a large circle in the opposite direction of the way I was sure I was supposed to be going. I'm hungry And I'm lonely And nobody loves me anyway I never feel at home And look Nobody wants me anyway My body is a rotting truck Nobody wants me anyway I might as well have been a corpse Nobody wants me anyway lol Didn't it have like ham, And— — both these cheeses. Cojita and queso blanco. With like— Pinapple, I think— And like, a kosher dill pickle. Hence the Dill. I guess. It was a really good sandwhich. Yeah. Oh well. When the friend in your head ends, And just drops dead, so you run in With the old hog for a laugh and a couple of Drops of syrup Water fountain Now I'm hungry It's been years But who the fuck is counting. We all made bad decisions and choices Mine was to jump first, Yours comes with comfort, a petite stature And a long slovic look with an axe tongue And a language no one on earth speaks But those who had what most or none do And you wonder why I close my eyes and suffer harder in oceans of blondes Far off looks of lost souls Eyes of oceans And no monuments without our fortunes Wrong, bud. I put it on a kings Hawaiian roll One for ever one I've suffered We have the same deck of cards, Only mine can talk, son Look, I wrote you an open socket Conform to nothing Nobody loves me, anyway cause I get hungry Go be a husband, dope boy Go be a Carhart, countryman Go be a store bought doughboy That ought to solve it Dropped you on Stop that Round the corner 9 holes of golf left I told you who won that Round one What a way to die What a way to live What a way to love King James! What away to lose. What away to tie. What a way to die. What a way to lie! King James! I've got bibles for miles And eyes on my articles, Isis on cycles And Christs in criseses I put a thorn on your mailbox Will you promise to prick it? The finger I picked it! The truth was involved And in blood it was written The ritual sense, Pretenses Pretend this didn't happen “I didn't” I swore throat on your mailbox I promise I nailed the mailman and ten blondes Just not to fawn at the thought of ya Fawn at the thought of you But oh am I woke on my tired Regardless I simple don't write in code —till I'm inspired. Woah! What a lovely scroll you wrote! King James! What the fuck made me write that? Scallions! There's a million ways to die And oh, The toll of having Wolverine Wrapped around your finger Aspartame Had better bitter sanctions From the tales of old Histophcles And obstacles The Oxford girls? More tour bus stories, Blonde hair Broke Bloke, Tits and tits and Have you written any sentiments About your post mortem. Of course. I even put my will in order It's obvious they want me dead And rather than a lover There simply is no love left! String her up and ...
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    39 m
  • [GREENSENSE.]

    [GREENSENSE.]
    May 9 2025

    I feel like that would be a–

    coincidence?

    No, I don't think so

    THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. THATS A CHALLENGE.

    CUNTFACE.

    0.0

    WHAT DID YOUJUST CALL ME.

    FUNTCASE.

    WHAT.

    IT'S A DJ–

    WHAT!

    GROUP–OR WHATEVER.



    FUCK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS.

    ALRIGHT.

    i'm just looking for one….

    three . .

    Three things.

    Fuck.

    FUCK.

    I WILL

    Erase you off this planet with just a smirk,

    Mother earth, motherfucker!

    Father time? None of that!

    Don't have time for

    FIGHTING

    –PLAYIN GAMES.

    MPC.

    or firefighters.

    Sims of holographs

    And I can barely keep up with myself

    No masks

    And no photographs

    I'll take you out with twins on my back

    I think i need a nap

    I need a whole staff of rappers

    Just to cypher the shit that's about to happen

    ACTION:

    ATTACK!

    Fuck it, I just need a

    It could be any kind of

    LIGHTNING STRIKES.

    That'll do.

    I didn't think you were–

    Oh yeah. I'm into this game.


    Really.

    Oh yeah. I do MMORPGs.

    This is not a–

    Uh, yes, it is.

    Do NOT LAUNCH your lunchbox,

    For this

    For starters,

    It's like starting a car when it's hard out

    But it's frozen,

    So it stutters;

    And that's what it's like not to know you

    I'm only in audience twice

    Enviro

    Watching my beans and my rice

    Not oats though

    I get by on hoping i die

    Wnen I open my eye up 1iota

    I don't know what I behold

    though

    WHAT THE– I'M ALIVE! I'M ALIVE!

    Oh no, sir, I don't think you are!

    You can hear me?!

    …no.

    Hey wait, excuse me,

    YOU ARE FAR BEYOND OUT OF BOUNDS, HERE.

    WHERE IS HERE.

    NO–WHERE.

    Hey–

    Wait a minute–Don't i know you?

    [suddenly remembering, but in obvious denial.]

    No.

    No. Nevermind.

    [squinting discerningly]

    {Enter The Multiverse}

    [The Festival Project ™ ]

    The Collective Complex ©

    COPYRIGHT THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™ , INC. 2019-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    -whoever, honestly, really, at this point.

    (-Ū.)
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