[Don’t] Leave Me Like This

OWSLA CONFIDENTIAL, LTD.The infinite Skrillifiles: Next Generation— Quantum Force - Podcast készítő Skrillex

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https://open.spotify.com/artist/3U2n4bcU9peQd2GlKLUsvv?si=XoDme8e2TuyF9-4ulyw9Aw ugh , where to begin? Let's just start with– LADY GAGA aka GAGA has been tasked with strategically marking the grid with Various entrance and exit points; a job which she has tak quite seriously, and honorably. Okay, moving forward . You're not going to expand on that? No, next thing. HARRY POTTER, HERMIONE GRANGER Wait– What. Wouldn't it be HERMIONE WEASELEY Did they not get a divorce? I heard that. That just sounds dumb, I'm not writing that. That is dumb.. Anyway. HARRY POTTER, HERMI– Fuck it. HARRY, HERMIONE, AND RON have accidentally shifted dimensions and into the bodies of their real-life counterpart, DANIEL RADCLIFFE, EMMA WATSON, AND RUPERT GRINT Oh damn. I finally found something cool for Emma Watson to do. That is cool. SUPACREE I need you to read all these, and watch all this. SUPACREE leaves the three magicless, frightened, and shocked– –flabbergasted– what . They're English, they should be flabbergasted. [They are Flabbergasted] Wait, go back. I can't. I Have a hard time writing action scenes why ? Cause i'm not getting any. Lol : (Holy shit, that is probably why tho.) Erase. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? It wasn't good. HOW DO YOU KNOW?! *shrugs* !?!- ::||pause. ok . So that dude from Drake and Josh is in all these episodes, but we only get one Harry Potter Episode? Who, Drake Bell? I guess. …He seems less busy. –Don't forget Jimmy Fallon. Yeah, I still don't get that. Neither do I. Why is he even in this? [Watching Saturday Night Live} JIMMY FALLON! Why Is he even in This? ? ? Fuck it, next thing. SKRILLEX has finally found SUPACREE; as it turns out, she was in exactly the first place he checked. YO! Why, Hello, little man—Do you represent the lollipop guild? … She's so mean. This bitch extra. Now what's gonna happen? I don't know. I think they're gonna fight. Meanwhile DILLON FRANCIS You make me sick. I make myself sick, Dillon Francis, It's a habit, On the sabbath I regret each and every single passage That has you in it “That's Blū, innit?” Anandar said— I had fled to Paris After all was said, And shattered—what I had for him; Wishes and shit. “It's interesting this”, The doctor and witch Out in London, she is I'm running on empty, My Equinox membership Set to Destination “Fuck LA”, then Guess that was the message “I did love him,” (If you're wondering) But what's wrong with it was, It was all just a question I let it all go in my head, Left his message on read, “And I'm better off dead, “ I said, “Than with deadmau5, or any of them” Fuck the famous, and rich Cause they'll never understand this, I lost it all, left it on the kettle just to boil “Oh, you're royalty.” Anandar lit the candle— Then she watched me turn to vandalism, Sinners win, The list was lit, And In the winner's circle, I just spin around, remitting every penny Jimmy Fallon left, Or Lady Gaga did, Whatever. Left the Festival Project Unwritten, A glitch in The Matrix; More revenue, for Ever and Skrillex, The daughter I never had, And I never will. I said, “I put it in my will, Anandar,” Jesus, take the wheel, And then Amanda said, “What have you?” Meth, adrenaline, and fear— “What lead you here?” Offenses, endless cash, And Ritalin, my dear… “Just take some Acid, Never ask— What's mine is yours, Until I pass… Another prophecy, a passage?” Yes, I've written ten, And then another, here “That's half a million on the table,” Just remember, Eyes for eyes, And ears for ears. Happy New Year. And Happy Birthday, Like I've been there, even since the beginning Are we even? I haven't even had any fun yet Even Stevens, Christy Carlson Romano, on Broadway And Father Said, “You'll find me here” And there I was, And then I left, I split my soul into ten different images, and frequencies, Dimensions, into men that managed mischief in subconscious to make ends meat; Or make ends, or friends— Dance with models, Marry them even— But me? I'm just fiending for fetishes, Radishes, blended with Lavender and chamomile, Witchcraft, it is— And this, An elixir— To Skrillex and Dillon, And deadmau5–whoever he is, or he isn't Whatever It ends when it ends; I just quit my job: “There ain't shit in here but liquor and whippets! Suck my DICK, and then Empty the register, foo— I want all of it; That's my last check, minus taxes —Fuck these crackheads spending it on everything, anyway! FUCK THIS.” —and then, she left. “She took a left, on Broadway, officer— “ “What was she wearing?” “Harem Pants, and an OWSLA Letterman” “Oh man,” said Fred, or Ahem— “Officer Rawlings” “What's wrong?”, said the Sergeant. “We passed her on the way here—“ “Wait—“ “She was awesome; I bought the song ::||pause, on Spotify, I support local artists—“ “Unless they're involved in a robbery!l” “Honestly, officer—” “Rawlings” “Uh— Sargeant” “It's alright; the money she took off with was marked “For Motion Picture Purposes Only” Check. Mate. GODDAMIT. Fuck Hollywood, honestly— Fuck all of it Fuck getting all this weight off, Being polished, and wanted like Kayla Lauren Fuck, It's 1 PM in London, Sunny, Fuck, my luck is running under cover From the something I'm abundance, I've got everything I need; I might have won, at Sundance, But I left the cover of the document Without my number I can't remember where I come from, Nah, I'm just the runner Burning flames that flicker whispers While Anandar sifts through visions, Granting wishes, shit I could take this for granted “Granite countertops in London? Where'd you find this Flat?” “On Craigslist.” I would probably never finish The Infinite Skrillifiles; they were, in fact, infinite… And it just so happens, That it's never ending, It's the infinite and twisted, isn't it? You brought me in, And then left me here, The curse has been lifted; Every lift comes from the middle of the tension Less Attention deficit, A merry go round— Will you marry me, miss? He said, Or, rather asked; She said “God is a dancer,” (Or, rather, choreographer, If you will) “At your will, then” Will it end? I doubt it, But I guess it all depends On where and when— The entrance to the exit is, My friend? I'll at least call you that, my phantom Dressed as shadows Capture effervescent glimpses Of this, and whatever Dimension I drift into next I miss you, next It's just a habit Yes, I call you friend, But I've been better since I haven't had them Yes, is The answer to the question, Pass Little Damage, Found the passage, Ask me one more question I might have to vanish— Have to vanish Yes, my friend, It's never ending Yes, my friend, I never let you go I never left, my friend I'm here, right now, I was there right then. And wow, I'll have a laugh at how it turned out, When I have to, I'm just passed out, Adding and subtracting hours From my law of attraction Yes, I'll have to love you to the end I guess I'm better off for that, And yes, I call you friend It's never ending: infinite, it is, My friend, I guess I'll have to Dance with phantoms, shadows, Till you get to Wherever this is You have my attention, Yes, My friend, He is My friend Don't cry again. What. If you cry, I'll shoot you in the face. So either way, I get what I need? Just shut up. Screenshot, Jesus Make believe it isn't evil that I'm seeing In my dreams, I wake alone, I walk alone, I died alone, against my tree Keep creeping into, Seeping into things I needed, But don't be there, Never wary, Jesus, This is all I need to really see It's make believe (It's make believe) It's just another lucid dream It's make believe (It's make believe) I think it's all inside of me It's make believe (It's make believe) I need to keep repeating Sequences, and sequins, Blowing leaves into the streets, Beneath the tree I need to see you— Need to see, the end, At last at least; I think it's make believe (It's make believe) It's make believe (It's make believe) https://open.spotify.com/album/4flix5NKGhxDwqpClFhVPD?si=i4YjWh5MSHmYavi7ovKCsA {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

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