“Anandar, Anandar!”

I didn't know what to think, or how to feel, exactly—but in the moment I had more on my mind than what was comfortable, not that anything was exactly comfortable—nor was I aware of what was fully happening. In complete auto-pilot, I stood at the center of the upper platform of the bus, awaiting my stop—and though I had taken the long route back to The Raddison just to read, I found it for whatever reason hard to focus, and although Robert Greene's books almost lasts kept me captivated and intrigued, it nearly boggled my mind into pieces attempting to read even one complete sentence— and as the bus over-filled well-beyond it's capacity, I had abandoned my seat voluntarily, as a man had quite literally sat on top of me, as I'd I were invisible, and besides being accompanied by a mouth-open-coughing man, whatever foreign language I couldn't bear to wrap my mind around placing was bothersome; and I though briefly about my budding republicanism, although I still dredged upon the blackest and poorest realms of society—still finding it wholeheartedly worrisome that so many foreigners thrived In my own country while natural born Americans continued to suffer. Arms above me to hold my place as if handing from a cross, my mind wandered as the bustling underworld around became a blur, as the bus crossed under the bridge I had myself deemed “one of the worst places in New York City,” only falling second to The Bronx, which I found to be as God's running joke “nobody likes the Bronx”, said just about everyone, when the subject was approached—and as my bus approached its stop, someone shouted out, “SUPACREE!” quite loudly and clearly enough that it startled me—a lot, actually, and as the bus came to a stop, I darted underneath the man who had been eating a Slim Jim, dipping it gratuitously into a full-sized jar of Nutella—the thing that might have boggled me even more than hearing my own ficticious alter-ego shouted out amongst the crowd of an over-stuffed New York City bus— and out of the back doors, pouncing with extremespeed and darting away— towards the corner, nearly amused but more confused than anything; I had discontinued my podcast series nearly a month ago, or rather, had allowed it go to into “suspension”, all four series pulled from the digital marketplaces at which they once lived, and though on this day specifically, after “briefly becoming Skrillex”, I had now been funded with the ability to reclaim my podcasts, I struggled with the thought of such an expenditure—having abandoned less than $10 worth of groceries at several supermarkets over the last couple of days, almost unable completely to let any money that came in back out, and even though I was certainly dehydrated, struggling with… Struggling with what. Idk. I stopped writing. Why. Well, obviously I got off the bus. “SUPACREE!” ‘Wtf. Who would even know about SUPACREE?! And HOW?!' Meanwhile. Catch me at the Raddison, Or maybe at the Madison Square Garden, Hair blonde and hot as Jennifer Anniston Class is in Session; Listen up, freshman You just got to Fame school, But this my last semester; Diamond, under Pressure like Queen Say “yessir”, Guess here, But let's be clear There's only one answer (I AM) I got two twin flames I'm so famous, My name changes, Every day Just like the weather, I'm the rain— The sun on a Sunni(y) day If you're watching Anime, I'm pain, Sauake, I'm 9 tails, 8, 7-6-5, tres— No quatro biente Yo vijar tomorrow El fumes es caliente They say God is a dancer, But I'm actually a rapper They say God is a dancer, Bur I'm actually a rapper They say Gos is a dancer, But I'm actually a rapper Rolling in the deep In the red, no bed I'm dead: Whitney Houston You will never do what you said; All bullshit— I'm the whole church, I'm the pastor, I'm the pulpit I'm the nun, I'm the priest, I'm the muthafuxkin alter: Mother's Alter Ego: Hail Mary, I'm the Father! I do not need a Doctor, In fact, I'll wear a law suit, Ya'll so toxic, made me so sick- chicken soup Now I got you lookin stupid, Here's an arrow for you, Cupid Tell ‘em you can bite me if you like em like a toothpick I might catch the 40 Just to go to Timmy Ho's— They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll What the role? Full Hollywood Unfold Why you blowin up my phone when I am on the road? I am the controller; You old That ain't money that you stole; That's my bro That shit bold Like a cup of Timmy Hos! When I pull up— Shut up Where the blunt at? roll up Oh you hungry? Pull up Devil be hunting me ONGOING— THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR// THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors; The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame, SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force The Devil?! No! Ok. Probably the Illuminati THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry. *The World Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS. where is skrillex. I don't know. TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness DILLON FRANCIS is a mess. Lol. It's not funny. It is funny. I have his piñata. GERALD I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA. I know yur not, hush Gerald. GERALD Fuck Dillon Francis. Fuck Dillon Francis. HANZEL —fuck Dillon Francis. Aha. ANYWAY After THE ARMENIAN MOB The Armenian Mob?! yeah. Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT THE US GOVERNMENT?! YES Illuminati Confirmed. great. A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE Ahem. What Write a song. Ok. I'm so— I'm so Jealous of your girlfriend (I'm jealous of your girlfriend) She's so She's so Worth it I'm so Jealous of your girlfriend (I'm jealous of your girlfriend) What's a girl got to give (Give in, to give in) Just to sit in the back of the— (You get it: you get it) What's a girl got to give To get your attention Get your attention?! (You have my attention) Is she Attentive Bet She's a ten Yep, Damn, IMm so jealous of your Jealous of your —I'm jealous of your girlfriend Oh, woah I'm jealous of your girlfriend Woah Woah, oh I'm jealous of your girlfriend Woah, Woah, oh I'm jealous of your— I'm so jealous of your life; I'm so over this! I just want to be a (Nevermind, it's not worth it) Can't— C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken I'm all alone, And you're over here showing her Love! (To the wrong one, Is she a blonde?! Oh!) No! I'm! So! Jealous of your girlfriend Anyway. TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of SIN. Is this religious? No, i just meant, it's finished. THE END. “The Noir Episode” I first saw her at the Equinox. I didn't know who she was then, But I thought to myself— She must be somebody. Aww, that's sweet. So I followed her to the Whole Foods market. Okay, that's stalking. —where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water. TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground. MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED. WOAH. Yup. POLICE GET ON THE GROUND ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW. JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—- Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP Hi, josh pan. whatever. Earlier: Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets. —for what? WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT. that's so dumb. WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora! Oh, it's nice. 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