Episodios

  • [TJ Maxx.]

    [TJ Maxx.]
    Dec 6 2025
    JIMMY KIMMEL takes a long horn of a mysterious white substance up his nose. JIMMY KIMMEL You're right. That is good cocaine. Like really good. —only the best! JIMMY KIMMEL I'm going to bed now What?! JIMMY KIMMEL I've got to go to sleep. Are you serious?! JIMMY KIMMEL Very serious. You know. Mucho tired. Now excuse me. I don't understand. JIMMY KIMMEL passes out face down on the couch. {Enter The Multiverse} Lil bitz The jonas borthers made a christmas movie and at first I wasn't sure why, But then I thought about it harder, I was like “jonas brothers… Christmas…?” Oh, i get it– Like, “Ho, Ho, Ho!” …cause there's three of them. L. JONES DUM-DUM! YA LOOK RATCHET. BLŪ Omg why r u 18 feet tall. L. JONES YA LOOK CRUSTY. BLŪ I am crusty. L. JONES YA LOOK LOST. BLŨ. I am lost! L. JONES WHY I AINT GET MY WISH YET? HUH?! I'm not being Blū Tha Gürū right now. I'm just— [almost hit by a bus] L. JONES you simple bitch. BLŨ —blū. L. JONES What the hell that supposed to mean? BLŪ You came all the way to the lower realms just to be that tall. —Nah! Look, this is difficult. Can we just MERGE? BLŪ Nah uh— I already merged with— L. JONES Uhh-huh! —enough of you! Enough of you —“alumni” Enough of you already! Just. {Enter The Multiverse} Alright. We merged. Now where we at? I don't even know. Simple bitch. Molly with the suede suit, Black shirt Tan boots, Truth, King, Speak words— Design: leave earth Three times, I need Meanwhile, Three hursts, Three tries, The bullet doesn't miss twice, He hurts. Please, rehearse Get back in the beer bandit Here, bandit! (Hound dog) Heavy job, son— Him and all birds, All God, That's a strong heart— Let it blow out. Candle dust? Here and there. Set the box? Theatre office. Want a crumb? Want a whole number on a warred bat? This dimension's all that; This dimension's all that and then some! Clear to the agenda and a brick wall— I'll probably cut my head off I'll probably cut my head off— Before I cut my hair off; Lead ball? Medicine. Ten tall messages and massive planted evidence. Ten all autographs and all the fumbled balls caught; Penned down hens and reprimanded feeble horseradish, Course, cough, hold it back a second if you're strong, though— Sure, cross your heart inside of Molly in the bottle, I put the message down the river just a bit, But just a bit— But just a second, for the kids; The syndicate is dead, infact. I'm stuck inside your head, in fact— The President misread, in fact, The fractal our eyes mattered, Tip a hat to Mr. Random, On appealed ball fields, Diplomat and moral conduct, Struck before the clock forgot construct itself, Around and about, For here and for now, our— Missing hatred for negating, nothing said I And bitter here bats, and slaughtered hear hearts, For the never late the daughters eyes, For turning over Lilly leaves and parceled tongues, And tisk for tat, there were upon the Ace, her hands And slain in ink for our might. Therefore, to say, he hated her, Bearing him none and down the arm would flow the anchor, gallantly— Whispering cheery cherry blossoms in the hour I, For their time stands to nothing, Stands to none at all but thought forgotten Here for are, I And bare to one the number, Won the fight and mastered in the mortar, All the ashes flames and flit and flicker, tith the half, I, And fully weighed the anchor this and hither bate of fount, aye. And thou art my God; To stand and know and wither here under yet; brings us though nothing but thousand years longer, And nothing this time has yet passed us in all knowing, not keeping but feeling not seeking the band her; This waits you and I forage keep the heaping wate and grip that have I for your fortune, meadow tatter art, And ye, Ye shall not find me. Now I go. What?! She said she's leaving. IKNOWTHAT, L E G E N D S Red is the ram, Goes hard on the court; Ramshakle! Ramshakle! Full on the course; Coarse is the red jackal, Red suit and tie; Red is the sea, If you're willing to die, And I'd part it for neither and none, So come one and come all To the unknown dungeon, Of full feathered flowers. This thing is just festering— I've got to pop it. Not yet. I told you, there in his pocket— An advocate of the well known not-God, Sure was Chaos the done and the forest, Dark shadow! Dark shadow, Willing and honored. Forgiving and honest, brotherhoods— But who art thou? Keeping your tied and your triads as morals; Sacred for neither and loyal to none are, And art in her folds, so as one, We become our. Hours and ions and // Glitches// And circuit, Missed calls and mystics// [Intercepted] Hollow and all words And all worlds have gathered Beyond all our knowledge The all known has shattered. So sits beyond ...
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    1 h y 5 m
  • What Up Wednesday (“What Up” w-Ū.)

    What Up Wednesday (“What Up” w-Ū.)
    Dec 4 2025
    Who left a whole box of corn flakes In a locker At the Equinox On Wall Street? I told you go to the one at The Rock. I told you, I'm not going on that block, like at all. {Enter The Multiverse} That's just my Karma, Ms. Nancy; I did a whole lot than just Thought about it More edits, More recognition that I—l couldn't stand it; The planet just seems to get smaller and smaller With less and less plants in it; I have your pants on, But shoes didn't fit I wrote a whole book and resenting But still not the movies, I meant it. Damn. She's just so much better than I am Head in a frying pan on high beforehand, And however damaged, It felt bad I know what I did I felt that Camera Obscura, for sure, you know But disconnect, Swallow badders, wha— t?! Get my peanut butter up; Why! I'm a circus monkey; Damn. I got karma faster Than I should have known I lost episodes And threw away the whole entire show I went running long And then I threw up on the subway I only like the one Sublime album (The one with wrong way.) You know? Cuh' I went the wrong way I fucked up on all my dollars I got karma back hard, yah Got a poem or prose or song on ol' Ms. Molly, too, (or two) I fall in love inside the tube, Truth is, though Teletubbies and teleportation Ain't so far off from where I come from Problem is, Opporsite world, I'm the story of the whole show; For sure dawg. —a situational Thought process. When the crack finally kicks in, Astounding the loss of my confidence I've gotten lost in a toxic land I got syndrome “talk to much” Not on the spectrum, nor diagnosable X's and O's on the tic tac toe board, Just an underhanded “I told you so” All the rockstars want —Subtle thoughts of suicide as the train approaches? Nah, Models and the other types of girls That never work at all, They just born at it. I got bored with it, But not the fourth one, Cross my first amendment, On my heart like catholic More like Bart Simpsons, Like art magic Cause I won't watch that show But love Matt Groening— Maybe I'm the type that just Love hating But hate loving with No way to I don't hate you; Yeah you're right, I'm off Take two. ((Good Luck Riding The J Home.)) Not a gym run, a different kind of cause, I guess I got so many plausible options, I guess I should call on one of them, Toss a number up, struck the dog on mathematics I can't let my lantern out of gas, We're not friends, are we? What a fiend! Are you offended? I just want to see my dreams relayed to me— Is that too much to ask? So I'm the asshole. What did I pack a bag for?! Picnic baskets. What did I leave this curse for? Nothing, Thanks for asking, Nance. I put a pilot on the presence of a whole color— phenomenon. I swallowed all my pride and presence just for an automaton. This automation algorithm— is it? Doesn't make a difference. I spilled blood inside my kitchen, Put deposits on a flicker, Tricked the treasure at a phantom, Phantom I want more but swallowed all my high pulp orange juice on knowledge of the only one; There's only God, There's only us— There's only cause+ effect, 6 more albums, note books and a couple novels that came out of that one. Squeeze em hard, ya'll. Don't let me love God. Don't let me talk back, I'm not about a rack. Tantrum, yes. Talk to my God. Please. Talk to me God. Now. Talk to my family one time. Now. Talk out me sideways— Now. Bring me a rebel. Now. I have a headache. Now. I got regrets son. Now I got a dead son, a dead daughter a ghost cat and George Jettson, Michael Jackson and George Zimmerman, all of my tabs open: I take a tab hoping I fall asleep on the cold ocean, Calm before storm comes Out on a surfboard Look at the full moon— Nobody can hear you so SCREAM. Now. For crying out loud, Take the knife out, For a second or thought, I'm a wife now; What back handed thought or a back and on blacklist— Your back room was only your conscious— Now I'm looking at my left side, Also catatonic, Not aboard the problem like you wanted, What an order form for border patrol, You want tall glasses of hard fortune, Work hard for it, or rosemary pork on sourdough. I'm in love with you, but in poverty— There the devil is. But oh, aren't we all familiar? Suit and tie hangs to the tide, I tie the knot with rope from which I die, And quickly crafting coffins, want to walk around before I go off, Diving board or world one antenna? Not to mention it, redirect the attention and energy into something other than consumptive— Everything I do and everywhere I go, I clutch this stone Or put inside my pockets knowing if I let it go Or it falls out and to the ground Not only will I float up, But the world will open And swallow us all whole ((Down.)) I live with the knowledge of criminal visions and masterpiece compilations, but as of today I owe a bank my very and entire existence ...
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    2 h
  • “What Up” Wednesdays (What Up w/-Ū.)

    “What Up” Wednesdays (What Up w/-Ū.)
    Dec 4 2025
    —1313. Chroma111. Who left a whole box of corn flakes In a locker At the Equinox On Wall Street? I told you go to the one at The Rock. I told you, I'm not going on that block, like at all. {Enter The Multiverse} That's just my Karma, Ms. Nancy; I did a whole lot than just Thought about it More edits, More recognition that I—l couldn't stand it; The planet just seems to get smaller and smaller With less and less plants in it; I have your pants on, But shoes didn't fit I wrote a whole book and resenting But still not the movies, I meant it. Damn. She's just so much better than I am Head in a frying pan on high beforehand, And however damaged, It felt bad I know what I did I felt that Camera Obscura, for sure, you know But disconnect, Swallow badders, wha— t?! Get my peanut butter up; Why! I'm a circus monkey; Damn. I got karma faster Than I should have known I lost episodes And threw away the whole entire show I went running long And then I threw up on the subway I only like the one Sublime album (The one with wrong way.) You know? Cuh' I went the wrong way I fucked up on all my dollars I got karma back hard, yah Got a poem or prose or song on ol' Ms. Molly, too, (or two) I fall in love inside the tube, Truth is, though Teletubbies and teleportation Ain't so far off from where I come from Problem is, Opporsite world, I'm the story of the whole show; For sure dawg. —a situational Thought process. When the crack finally kicks in, Astounding the loss of my confidence I've gotten lost in a toxic land I got syndrome “talk to much” Not on the spectrum, nor diagnosable X's and O's on the tic tac toe board, Just an underhanded “I told you so” All the rockstars want —Subtle thoughts of suicide as the train approaches? Nah, Models and the other types of girls That never work at all, They just born at it. I got bored with it, But not the fourth one, Cross my first amendment, On my heart like catholic More like Bart Simpsons, Like art magic Cause I won't watch that show But love Matt Groening— Maybe I'm the type that just Love hating But hate loving with No way to I don't hate you; Yeah you're right, I'm off Take two. ((Good Luck Riding The J Home.)) Not a gym run, a different kind of cause, I guess I got so many plausible options, I guess I should call on one of them, Toss a number up, struck the dog on mathematics I can't let my lantern out of gas, We're not friends, are we? What a fiend! Are you offended? I just want to see my dreams relayed to me— Is that too much to ask? So I'm the asshole. What did I pack a bag for?! Picnic baskets. What did I leave this curse for? Nothing, Thanks for asking, Nance. I put a pilot on the presence of a whole color— phenomenon. I swallowed all my pride and presence just for an automaton. This automation algorithm— is it? Doesn't make a difference. I spilled blood inside my kitchen, Put deposits on a flicker, Tricked the treasure at a phantom, Phantom I want more but swallowed all my high pulp orange juice on knowledge of the only one; There's only God, There's only us— There's only cause+ effect, 6 more albums, note books and a couple novels that came out of that one. Squeeze em hard, ya'll. Don't let me love God. Don't let me talk back, I'm not about a rack. Tantrum, yes. Talk to my God. Please. Talk to me God. Now. Talk to my family one time. Now. Talk out me sideways— Now. Bring me a rebel. Now. I have a headache. Now. I got regrets son. Now I got a dead son, a dead daughter a ghost cat and George Jettson, Michael Jackson and George Zimmerman, all of my tabs open: I take a tab hoping I fall asleep on the cold ocean, Calm before storm comes Out on a surfboard Look at the full moon— Nobody can hear you so SCREAM. Now. For crying out loud, Take the knife out, For a second or thought, I'm a wife now; What back handed thought or a back and on blacklist— Your back room was only your conscious— Now I'm looking at my left side, Also catatonic, Not aboard the problem like you wanted, What an order form for border patrol, You want tall glasses of hard fortune, Work hard for it, or rosemary pork on sourdough. I'm in love with you, but in poverty— There the devil is. But oh, aren't we all familiar? Suit and tie hangs to the tide, I tie the knot with rope from which I die, And quickly crafting coffins, want to walk around before I go off, Diving board or world one antenna? Not to mention it, redirect the attention and energy into something other than consumptive— Everything I do and everywhere I go, I clutch this stone Or put inside my pockets knowing if I let it go Or it falls out and to the ground Not only will I float up, But the world will open And swallow us all whole ((Down.)) I live with the knowledge of criminal visions and masterpiece compilations, but as of today I owe a bank my very and...
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    2 h
  • forgetmenots.//follow through.

    forgetmenots.//follow through.
    Dec 4 2025
    My thoughts are, I'm making you miserable It just doesn't mean as much I can't catch a break, I guess Chipmunk in cheekbones And missing this presence It's never escape this dismensions Or never dealing the message Or never just getting the lesson Move past it, It's kept in a box That has locks more secure than your mess is Entire apartments. From the start the argument has been, if not about this, than what? If not about us, than when? Or who? You should have been accomplished; Compliments to the chef, If you can cross this off your checklist You might have even made it To the age inside the matrix. It's just a broken down truck A whole damn box of tools You lose yourself and pretend You don't forget to use, But it's just useless Lower dosage, Pay the tip and pay the postage Post matron mortal, A whole box A whole box of chocolate Lost on your Botox Oh, but we're friends now? No. Robots in a digital world, Only programmed to carry out certain tasks, And then vanish. I dig up your past, and then replaced it with a mattress And a box of matches; Whoever does it next can have it— How they're making hatchbacks out of plastic, I can't manage, But it's fascinating. —The edit effect. Good to see I'm not the only one who noticed— turns out I am a trendsetter, trendsetter Now inaction doesn't really make the pain better But the strain of sweat and tears will make my bed wetter. Just a clip— The college kids don't know the difference It's just a temporary love because I'm friendless— The predicate of this is that the people never get it. As it happens, once I'm past it But let's have a laugh at medicine Inside my head and bring it back again, The panic So much for tall dark and handsome When it's decided that I want something Everyone does sure follow I am a trendsetter. Go back and get the song back, Jack Johnson For nine seasons I was Kevin Nealon, Ten since tent cities and intensities— Oh, there are English pubs? I only had the Irish, Blimey. Ten times limon, Rice and beans and I'm convinced I'm dying Cut my eye out Blood and ribbons, tenements and genre binders Television friends and Lipton dipping into Hot boiling water Have a monologue prepared And mother? Never talk about her. Tip the tooth fairy, bet she does her job Your wings are growing out in February Never leave the nest, dear Gotta wait till next year. These printers and prenups are dripping in women It's finally winter with little indifference To the matter at hand; You're well enough dressed But wet and soaked in raw sewage Standing in your ankle socks, You wanker. An addendum to all my ever living misses And these premium obsessions, So neglect the data that you entered, Even for a minute, introspections, Get the limit in but never medicine the mister You probably should have been there— It wasn't your decision. Encrypted sir, For heaven's sense, I love a good caricature But Heaven hasn't said a sentence since just after dinner When the strict caloric deficit set in With all the evidence collected. This is what become of the avoidance, I have to cut you out and then in the way, I guess I get rewarded but it shouldn't ever hurt this much just moving forward It really shouldn't ever hurt this much just moving forward. Apologies to Matt Damon, I am in pain And then the very subtle finger tips I will admit Could calm me down a bit I panic at the passkey woven case If all these baseless claims And waves of delusional grandeur; You can love that but never afford it How and arrow in a stray hat The fact is, I'm just a madman And a phantom And yet The cracks in the mask have been detected— An internet trend that I can pretend I hadn't mentioned to my artificial intelligence, Then again Curiosity let the cat out of the bag, But couldn't for a second bring him to have the heart to kill him. How many mistakes can I make in just this commercial break— They're breaking my heart from the land of the lost! You can beat the boss, but there's just another one You can play the game, but you can't turn it off— You get more lives than one, But I promise, you wouldn't want them It just gets harder, I walk on quantum physics Mystified by Wall Street, we all learn to die at once To become what we always wanted; Peace and nothingness, the power to see beyond screens, Out of the box where the state of the art Is the way of the world, And never the opposite. So I shared my toy With every other girl and boy Inside the World Wide Web Who wanted playing with it Guess you could say in a way I am giving, On the prejudice That all I'll ever get is just a glimpse or image With respect To turning my eyes backwards before it gets to damage any valuables. Those assholes. forgetmenots. // II. follow through. Unreleased TBA Symposium. [As Seen On TV] TBA 2025/2026 Composed by C'cxell Solïel Prod By -Ū. DBA...
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  • [No Quantifiable Harm Done.]

    [No Quantifiable Harm Done.]
    Dec 4 2025
    Now, and??? Okay! Just another dime, And just enough to find Before I count them up to dollars— But you're turning into wine. What did you ever want? This is my other world. Go shatter you tantric catwalk elsewhere! Don't you know there is a show to put on? A wool to pull over the eyes of the unknown? Why do you have to groan at the quantifiable harm known but justice undone. No harm, no foul No food, no valid excuse for betraying my sacred dopamine, but hopefully you know only no good But words can come from it, And words that fall on blind eyes have no context at all. {Enter The Multiverse} Uncorrected transcript. [excuse my neighbors in the background they're determined to make my life miserable more than likely in exchange for dollar signs.] Okay, my Wi-Fi is off, my Bluetooth is off. Oh, my laptop is open, my Wi-Fi is on. I can give me a second to remedy that. Hello. Hello. I'm Atticus's tail says hello. What's going on? Oh, I wasn't planning on oh, my WiFi on my computers off. That is good. Uh, I keep all my devices uh, at minimum on off the grid as often as possible. Um, there there actually it's crazy how much of a difference this makes. I gotta pour myself some coffee. it is almost midnight, o'clock. Hello, um, what's up, we're missing talking episodes. Um, we're missing talking episodes from season 12. I can't find anything like past October, and I know it's on one of my hard drives, but all of my hard drives are full, um, I have like something like 10 terabytes altogether of stuff that needs to be like moved around and not all of it. Some of it's like really personal, like not personal, but like sensitive information that I can't necessarily utilize a cloud for. So I am it's taking me some time to organize some stuff. I I try to do between like eight and 12 hours of just organizing on any typical night after my uh exercise or whatever, or between I would say that exercise is definitely like the primary function of like my life. And that's like the priority right now, especially with the things that I've been going through. I think it's really important to keep my physical and mental health as um in in it's not gonna be at its peak, um, because of the noise pollution that I've been dealing with, and it's actually made me really sick over this extended period of two times. um, and I'm trying to um seek treatment for that, but it's a uh it's a long road, I have a long road ahead of me. We could just say that. Um, which is why I am giving you guys, um, some stuff that I've been working on that's not necessarily finished, and I'm actually really like, I'm embarrassed because I don't necessarily um I I actually have a hard rule of not releasing any music until it's absolutely finished. like even if it is a first draft, like it still has to be finished. um, but I actually and I gave you, I think, I think two tracks, which is actually four. um because this upcoming project, it's a concept album called a symposia. um and the concept for it is um a lot. I don't necessarily have to explain right now. Um, but all of the tracks so far on it are double tracks, and so it is typically I've always really loved albums that have that are like gapless. I don't think through my distributor, like I can never technically um, like put out an album that has no um technical stop or start between songs, like they would have to be cut a certain type of way that, like my distributor does it. There's always gonna be a gap between my music, but um all of the tracks are um double tracks, so they're all two tracks in one, um that are kind of along the same theme or idea and um like lead into the next track. I've always loved albums like that. uh, one of my favorite compilation albums, um like just to give you an example, just to throw it out there, is like, the Beatles love album, which is not actually a Beatles album. It's just a, um, it's a compilation of their um songs made for the Cirus Sole show that I think is still playing in Vegas. I don't know if it is it's been playing for like 10 years, and I still haven't seen it. um I really I really want to take mushrooms and go uh see that show. I've wanted to do that since it came out, but my favorite one of my favorite albums in the world is the love album, which is is basically a mash up of like their greatest hits, crafted by, um engineers and people who used to work with the Beatles and stuff for this uh Cir dis soet show um in Vegas that I hope I get to see I hope it's just one of those like long standing like like Siegfried and Roy. I just realized that they were in Vegas for like 40 years, like they were just there, they were just a stable, so hopefully that show is um kind of like that and one day I'll get the, uh one day I'll get the opportunity to see it. Like my my bucket list, like destination, like vacation at one point was to go see the Beatles love on like an EDC week. um that's still something that I want to do. I promise myself I ...
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  • or else. (Instrumental/Rap Beat)

    or else. (Instrumental/Rap Beat)
    Dec 4 2025

    Did you get what you came for!?

    Already!

    I don't even notice.

    A bed of spaghetti with a side of honey cornbread,

    Something bout a conscious brother covered in your cologne

    early in the morning

    I probably ought to postpone the outcome

    But won't,

    Coz I'm still caught up on your

    Cornflakes

    Broke hoes with waffles

    Colbert

    Probably on the wrong show,

    For God sakes

    I can't fake it anymore!

    I got blanketed!

    I left all my bank notes

    Makes with blank faces,

    Staring st me like the Mona Lisa

    Wanna lean in with a secret,

    Give me a reason I should believe it

    And then eat it

    Drop a box of water on my

    “Not that”

    Turning over stomachs in the courtroom

    Just for profit

    I probably got my dollar back,

    Before I even dropped it

    I probably should pay off my taxes

    Before I run for office

    Checking out my dumb drumbs

    Rumba on a Sunday

    That's instead of psalms, boss

    Cross my heart in progress.

    One more time around—

    Or what?

    Or else.

    or else. (Instrumental/Rap Beat)

    Unreleased TBA

    Prod By -Ū.

    DBA

    Blü Tha Gürū

    Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025

    The Festival Project, Inc. ™

    All rights reserved.

    Chroma111.

    Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025.

    [The Festival Project, Inc. ™]

    All rights reserved.

    UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR

    DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW.

    INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW
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  • Demo 1 Test- “Sponglesauce.” (Psytrash.)

    Demo 1 Test- “Sponglesauce.” (Psytrash.)
    Dec 4 2025

    I do clearly not have the patience or attention span for psytrance so here's something I call

    “Psytrash”

    -Ū.

    Demo 1 Test “Sponglesauce”

    (Unfinished, Unmixed/Mastered V1)

    Symposium 2025/2026 TBA

    Prod By -Ū.

    DBA

    Blü Tha Gürū

    Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025

    The Festival Project, Inc. ™

    All rights reserved.

    Chroma111.

    Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025.

    [The Festival Project, Inc. ™]

    All rights reserved.

    UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR

    DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW.

    INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW
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    8 m
  • Talk To Me About It// Guardians of The Warflower.

    Talk To Me About It// Guardians of The Warflower.
    Dec 3 2025
    I usually have a pretty strict rule about sharing unfinished tracks (don't do it) but under the circumstances I'm not sure I'll ever finish these. Here's a super early unmixed/unmastered v1 of a double track from my upcoming project Symposium. If projects called Symposium start popping up backdated just know who it really came from. I love Greek theatre and this concept has been a basis for the reality of an album I was trying to put out by the end of this year, but I dunno. The projects are a lot more detailed and technical than some of my more cut-and-dry forms. Anyway, I've had a bunch of people trying to copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ and {Enter a the Multiverse} and backdating to get an economic advantage in something they didn't think of or invent (people that have a lot of money copyrighting things I wrote or stealing my intellectual property.) People have been poaching my intellectual property and this is a form of targeted hate. I guess that's what happens in pay-to-play when non-creatives have financial advantage over those who have to work eighteen times as hard for their income. Just know my music is driven by passion and not so much with the mindset of needing it to have mass appeal to crowds or sell things. It's just art. I have this sort of hate coming from all directions right now and it's making me sick to the point that it might actually end my life, so here's this and will probably put out some other demos and unfinished music so someone gets to hear it, as times are uncertain and the stuff I've been going through is a bit evil, or like, beyond that. Thanks for listening and supporting my artwork and I hope you like it; Here's some proses and comedy or enter the multiverse or whatever. P&L. -Ū. Somebody tell me why this money lobster is snatching up the people wtf is going on. I swear to got we went five stops and did not move not one time. I saw the New York stock exchange building for the first time and I was so in awe of it, that it was a full five minutes I spent just looking at it before I realized there was a statue of a little girl standing right next to me in the same exact pose. I was like, “Oh I guess that's the vibe.” —Fearless Girl. When I bleed out for you— Something you wanted Standing in God at the bottom A lobster, a child in awe All bronze as the charging bull Cause you thought you were home, But you wasn't, Border on awkward You're always stopped at the border And poppin a tire just over it All for a song, But to tell you the tow was so worth it You're picking up dollars just outside the guitar shop It's only twenty more minutes I bought you a donut But broke all those promises I want to pour out my heart On poor Wall Street, Can't afford Walmart no more It's not walking distance from Brooklyn I broke all my horses in Telling them stories of Harvard Now how's that work for you? I want my deposit back I spilled my blood on the floor for four whole hogwarts; I told you it was a novel I want love no more, No I want nothing but upholstered coffins Whole organic coffee beans, And no more hard parties No more half naked bodies at equinox Under my rubber glove fortress No more jumping rope Or onto/ in front of the subways I want to die I want to go to heaven I don't mean the Equinox, That's probably where my head is I mean the place where all my family and my bed is And when i say my “bed” don't mean a salad lettuce So I can fit those dresses, I'm stressed beyond depressed, Sick of messes so [exit] I took a left Nexus, Something in my past about a Lexus Where the leg press is? Put one more set in. I won't lie, I just can't wait to watch CHAOS Hope falls And then I die To eat, On Livingston street— As history repeats itself, Thanksgiving lasts six weeks, I wish I was Netflix, Gangstalkers dressed in red, I cannot stress this much, I barely needed medicines, Then again, I met Miss Christine in this pristine design — Jimmy Kimmel, Live. —Cause that holiday was eight years long, maybe even Nine. Who is that? Oh? That's ol' one-arm sally. Why would you call her that? She clearly has two arms! Yeah, but you'd be suprised what she can do with just one. It's Hollywood's best kept secret— But maybe that's because it's being kept in New York. Happiness is a blue suit Happiness is a long tie A black tie function A quick exchange A long night And a shift change. Bury this with the gun, I'm no more trouble, The war was over, but learner, Mortimer, Oh girls young daughter You've got another thing coming I have a very good story to tell And it's only funny If it was not me; Welcome to my comedy hour. Zoe Kravitz Is Not Zoe Saldana Kinda. Almost. Maybe. He's a bird —that's a plane They said. “Let's crash together.” Then he blew up in the turbine Under my arm Woke up in the morning A long way from the ...
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