Master Level Sorcerer

Low power mode. Me, too. iPhone. Me too. I just want to reach out and touch you Hold you Love you Thank you Know you Don't know how to reach out and Hold you Touch you Told you Love you But can't miss you if you're right here In my ear Always near me Loath & Fear me Fear and growing in Las Vegas Tell me you saw it all In the rainfall The teardrops The blood on the walls Did I call out for you Did I fall Did you follow I saw what I wanted I saw it all in the fall Like a star on the run Isn't it wonderful, World after war, Until death till we part, But we always were What a wonder What an atrocity What an ark to the story What a plot What a car What? I love love Tell me you saw it all In the rainfall The teardrops The blood on the walls Did I call out for you Did I fall Did you follow I saw what I wanted I saw it all in the fall Like a star on the run I just want to reach out and touch you Hold you Love you Thank you Know you Don't know how to reach out and Hold you Touch you Told you Love you But can't miss you if you're right here In my ear One year later. —- Put me to sleep so I can grieve a little longer Leave me, don't keep me believing in fairytales Now we're at war, all of us, God we are Put me on the back of your Harley I don't have a car, if not I'll just walk— We should party I got work tomorrow I'm off in the morning, though I just need a Nick of your time, I'm a Diamond; I spend mine writing and trying to die I'm not violent, I'm nearly sublime And it's all in my Eye, I am I am Time ‘This is dead Skrillex' I couldn't have been the only person to have realized the change in his music was drastic— now that I was no longer afraid to do my research, I was putting together a picture from conclusion I had already drawn long ago—his problems with alcohol, connections with women, and the other darknesses otherwise unseen to the general public that had come to me in dreams and visions consistently in the years since our ‘meeting'. It seemed as so that he may have been as miserable on his own birthday as I was, and though late and also somehow just in time, I had discovered a string of tweets that had confirmed that everything I knew in totality to be true; the darkness in his music, a result of grief and inner struggle—the cost of fame and fortune's weight having removed the broad spectrums of color and elegant, blissful, animated and moving motions in his music; it wasn't that it wasn't beautiful any longer, just darker—as if something was lost, and, as I had assumed, the cancelled shows and shadows of the staged Skrillex seen at the surface, a mere crying glimpse of the real Sonny that for whatever reason was psychically attached from my soul. That's because he doesn't have Skrillex. I have Skrillex. Yeah, I know. You should probably give it back. I would if I could! Maybe that's why he followed me to New York. You really think he wants this thing back?! Wouldn't you? I mean his new music is OKAY. JUST OKAY?! KIDZ: THIS IS AWESOME. You brats are brainwashed. Sonny and I must have died around the same time—otherwise, ‘how would it make sense for any of it to have happened the way that it had?', I thought. And for not the first time, but perchance a rare second, I considered that perhaps whatever I had been experiencing with him, had happened also to him, but with me— During THE LOVERS QUARREL, PETRUTHEIO deals a deadly and near fatal blow by dagger, pericibg through her armor— SIR JYRE, who has just exited a deep state of meditation in which he was gifted a VISIONARY FORESIGHT, which allows him to have seen the result of c'ESME'T AND PETRUTHEIO's premarital consummation; the conception of a child, and heir to the throne of the UNITED KINGDOMS OF ASCENCIA The UNITED KINGDOMS OF ACENCIA?! It's a working title. Idk what to call this place. We'll see. Well, the significance of that character sure has worked himself in overtime. Well, of course, I had the dream walker's eyes on my wall, But hadn't fathomed the actual WHOOPI GOLDBERG. What are you doing? FLASHBACK approx 2003: APPLBEES is having an ART AUCTION. Lol. MOM You can have anything you want from here. YOUNG SUPACREE Anything? Really? MOM Yes. YOUNG SUPACREE Hmm… [selects an autographed photo of Whoopi Goldberg] MOM That's what you want? YOUNG SUPACREE Yeah. WHOOPI GOLDBERG You were a weird fucking kid, you know that? SUPACREE Yeah. I know. CUT TO: ASCENCIA SIR JYRE Her life must be spared. She is immortal and therefore would again be born. But—her body. CUT TO: HEAVEN SUPACREE I'd like to marry these two songs, please. GOD Hmmm. Yesterday>< Yesterday GOD (CON'T) Ask Johnny Lennon. SUPACREE ok. CUT TO: LIZ LEMON IS VERY DRUNK Look, I don't know what they told you about me, but— You should not do this. This series is strange. CUT TO: JOHN LEGEND is on a mushroom trip. WELL, WELL, WELL. Wtf is this Watch this. Lol did I ever write that scene about being Chrissy Tiegen's Emotional Support Animal? I might have. Idk. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.