DEAD. X.X

My name's Bazzle Oh, I'm Blū What'dyou tell her your name was. “Bazzle” Nice. Yeah. WHO THE FUCK WAS I TALKING TO?! MILA KUNIS I WANT MY FUCKING ELFBAR!!!! AGGHHHHHHHH!!! AAAHGHHHHHHHHHHHH EAAHAHHHHHGFGGGHHHB !! Shit, season 6 looks lit It's really lit. This is lit. HOLLYWOOD IS BURNING. MO FIRE, MORE FIRE NO, NO MORE FIRE!!! [A high speed gun chase through DTLA on bird scooters] AH. I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE! I don't get it. He's running around like—like he's on fire. SUPACREE Aah, shit, I'm on fire. Damn. Well, I gotta get to work, so. Hot mic. Hot mic— This shit don't look right, Look right, New bike, New life, Shoe fits: Blu twice I blew through you like cool ice, It's not nice, it's just life I roll dice, roll dice like: “Seven twice, seven twice” That's right: It's my homecoming I got no home, yet, It's been humbling I'm crumbling: Not mentally, but physically— A different spirituality, Reality is everything I see, And keep imagining: Like blank checks, At the bank like, “What's next” At the bank like, Big bills only, Employee bonuses and royalties, I'm royally offended, with these boys Too fuckin horny; Use your girlfriend's Apple Pay, But she's under 18 So show me your ID: You fucking nasty, Firstly and lastly; I'm happy if you're happy— Just don't pass me in the street, Holding hands, she She just not like me, But just as likely Sweet and spicy— Cause you're a chicken nugget. Aha. I got your sauce, right here I'm in the box, But you can spend the night here, This shit ain't right here, I'm drinking light beer, They call me “Kike” here, The rock meets the kite, here, And I'm just tying it together, So it's clear, we're in the clear, Don't want to hear you, Stretch my ears, And so you're always here, Got your mark right there, And so you're right there, I can't sleep at night, You hear? Someone's always coughing, Nothing's nice here There's no life here, We all died here We all died here We all died here But I'm, Feeling a bit better tonight, I'm better tonight, I gotta work on my life, Cause I'm in a crisis, I'm writing, my rights And I'm fighting my wrongs, I'm on a broad spectrum— Doesn't matter to me— Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, Black eye, on a black girl, I died I died I died Two birds on a wire, Two truths, for the liar, Hell isn't all fire, Sometimes, the sun shines here, Sometimes, toilet paper in short supply here Sometimes, I'm a writer, Sometimes I'm the man of the hour, Thats my power: “Now, I am her” Let's go, Mano a Mano No Hablo, I'm fact, I am leaving tomorrow, Sorry Pablo, I gotta go I gotta go, go One door opens, Another one closes: Come closer, you fuckin poser Some yoga poses on a poster, Now he owns her, I'm just over it. I'm not tryin to be your person, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless, It hurts, but, I'm not even worth a purse, If the hearse fits, Ain't no last nail in the coffin I need my nails did, But I'd rather play guitar, Hail Satan, Or Hail Mary, Or hail racists: Raise the flag, Make it American Make it a bag of Whatever this is Whatever this is “She don't even call no more” Gone girl “She don't even call no more@ Gone girl “She don't even call no more” Gone girl Lost in the world, girl The wrong girl, Don't belong, girl I can play the phantom, Lastly, I need a laugh, though So, Where'd you go, Where'd you go? Were you hoping for an encore? I'm so bored, I'm sober, I'm sore, I'm lonely —I'm no whore, but I won't hurt you more, I'll help you, here My love is free My love is free My love is free, If that's all you need: I need a body, Please The only way, Any man could love me This is Hell, In here, Clearly, the end is near, It's Lucifer, again He's a seer: And I'm a mirror, I never needed her more than now I never needed him, but now All I really want is my guitar back I don't want to be a star, I'm past that I hate stars I hate celebrities I hate cars, I don't really need A puppy— But I want one I don't really see any, But I want love I don't really see Annie anymore, But she is cute I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you On a bicycle built For two But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here I love you But it's just me here Just a mirror, Do you see, here? Don't you come near me! Don't you come near me! don't you come near me, Don't you come close to me Why don't you fear me? Don't dance so close to me— I can say anything. Anything Do you really love me? I'm not paranoid, I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too suicidal I know you're just an actor, Gotta get my bag up Gotta count my fractions, Man, it's just a fracture, A concussion, And contractions. A contusion, I'm confused when This stupid unusual gloom Turns to fusions and tunes I need fumes just to do this A Flum is my movement I need to move, I'm just getting used here But I was just getting used to it Dude Sunni Blū's here I'm ruthless, Call me toothless— I spit toothpicks, And stupid duces, I'm two shits, I'm you, prick If pickle Rick gets this, I'll buy a Malibu crib, To scribble my Skrillex in Fuck Still getting mentions in my shit, I'm a menchies doing crunches And a mix, Getting fit again Fuck fitting in I'm infinite I'm lifting Skrillex, If the shoe fits, It's probably his Here's a gauntlet, For you haunting me, The hotmixx is awfully SUPACREE But she's retiring, And noone's hiring a minor, For this hierarchy, Archie Bunker's high and I'm in pieces Needy, greedy, A hypocrisy of OxyContin Not incontinent, (yet) But intercontinental Sentimental, It's a mental thriller, I'm for real, If nothing else is FUCK THIS BUSINESS. Sunni. NO. I QUIT. You're under contract. YOU'RE UNDER CONTRACT. it's your contract. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH. SUNNI, DONT. [Sunni Blū throws an entire Television set out of the 30th floor window] Nooo. PAPARAZI. Yessss. *snap*snap*snap* *click*click*click* *picture*picture*picture* [Sunni's IPhone Buzzes] APPLE NEWS: TMZ: PITCHFORK: THIS JUST IN! SUNNI BLŪ THROWS VINTAGE TELEVISION SET OUT OF THEIR APARTMENT WINDOW SUNNI BLŪ: GUYRL GONE MAD SUNNI BLŪ LOSES A FUSE AGGGHHHHH. You paid $50,000 for that TV. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, MORGAN: I PAID $50,000 for SOME DUDE'S LEFT NUT— —AMD WHAT DID I GET? THE RIGHT ONE. OH MY GOD. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS YOUR OFFICE. Stop yelling at me. I— [MORGAN jumps out of the window] Woah. That's never happened before. [SUPACREE catches MORGAN midair, cape affiliate, flying into the window one story below.] YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP HER! *them. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP—Them— —stop yelling at me in my office— — isn't it you? In a sense. What—which sense? I love love, For what it's worth; I love love, I love him, I love her— I love peace I love war I was her, once— NO. It was, “JIMMY FALLON: THE COSMIC AVENGER That makes more sense. No it doesn't. Yes it does. No, it doesn't. Nothing about Jimmy Fallon makes sense. SIR. “Sir!?” Pause. What. It's time for Whole Foods pizza and Rick and Morty. Ok. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.