OWSLA CONFIDENTIAL: SEASON 4 PREMIER- [S 04 EP 1 - “Scary Monsters & S Ū P A C R EE”

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T I M E 2 Everything I wanted/ Em mi cuarto Watch tenet Watch inception En Mi Cuart Blumixx EN MI CUARTO- BLŪMIXX lyricas Yo soy no borracha, no Escuchen to la musica— Bailar, bailar, bailar No me gusta corazom O tu pantalones, porque Mi encantan (even though) es mal En mi cuarto En la playa Yo leer y escriba Porque no dormir en mañana No photos famtastatica Yo soy muy fea, y muy gorda Tu que gupao y importamte Porque (when) yo triste ahora Tu musica luz te fuera Si-si-si Para Tu, y para ti I don't go to parties Or drink Hennessy But, Baby this is so embarrassing I wear your tattoo But I don't think you remember me Guess I fell in love And now I'm trying to crawl out of it Want to make you proud, But now I'm guessing you don't give a shit Told my closest friend about it all She believed everything I am sure she listens to your songs when she is drinking And she thinks of me Believe it Don't take pictures, or do videos But I see your face in dreams most nights when I am sleeping though I hope you know I prayed for you, I took your soul from Satan I walked up a mountain, I went fasting with the ancients I write omens, I'm a no one, And I know you'll probably hate this, But I bought some pics So I could see your trainer naked And rate it I'm playin Aqui me lama ‘blu' Yo me la paso imaginando tu piel Lo que-hicimo' en el sofá aquel Y quizá si yo llego a saber no te lo llego a me- Esa noche porque Baby, no e' lo mismo aquí si no estás tú en mi cuarto En mi cuarto Me la paso viendo to' tus video' y viendo to' tus retrato' Tus retrato' Quería tomar, contigo joder Yo quería fumar, contigo beber Pero, baby, no e' lo mismo aquí si no estás tú en mi cuarto En mi cuarto, oh-oh-oh Y yo sigo aquí sin dormir bebiendo Hennessy Las sábanas en mi cuarto, pero tú no está' aquí Y ese día yo decía que no, pero sí Sea la madre, caí Y esto e'tun juego, pero yo perdí en el tuyo Y tú te hace', pero yo sé lo tuyo Dejé la puerta abierta, pero tuve que cerrarla, yo Tengo un corazón, pero ese cabrón no manda, no Solamente tú, sé dónde está ese tattoo Si fuese' gemela como quiera me gustaría' tú Yo me enchulé como un cabrón, pero pa' ti fue un vacilón Ojalá que borracha tu amiga ponga esta canción Y sepa' que no e' lo mismo aquí si no estás tú en cuarto En cuarto Me la paso viendo to' tus video' y viendo to' tus retrato' Tus retrato' Quería tomar, contigo joder Yo quería fumar, contigo beber Pero, ‘aby, no e' lo mismo, aquí si no estás tú en mi cuarto En mi cuarto, oh-oh-oh Esta noche Porque I don't want no sloppy seconds, sis— You can keep him Tell you what, next time we have a race I'm gonna win it; Finally found the difference between men and women Men love a body, but I woman love a kitchen To cook in Hey good lookin, I wrote the book on your crookedness Kayla's a crook, but I like this new Dillon Kid Call me obsessive, but I make em sandwiches Yeah, she a foodie with Skrillex and riches I guess; Congratulations to the princess; As a Queen you wouldn't make it; Half the world has seen you naked Hey, question: How much did them thin lips cost; Tell Sonny he lost— Cause I'm the final boss, And he could never make me Nut; Get it, Ra? Alright, I'm done, moving on I don't want no sloppy seconds, sis— You can keep him Tell you what, next time we have a race I'm gonna win it; Finally found the difference between men and women Men love a body, but a woman love a kitchen To cook in Sonny wouldn't make it a day in the ghetto; Or maybe he did, after he stole all the gold From my kingdom; I know a nigga ain't dumb But I remember sucking thumbs inside a womb, Inside our mom, Who was a mummy, Dug her up, And afterwards I took a bath I got bad habbits, And little white rabbits On the sabbath I rapped about the past With fresh tostadas In a black dragon backpack; It was supposed to say OWSLA; But I'll adjust; I got a tattoo in Tijuana With my logo on it Cause opposites attract I was actually first, Kayla That's just a fact; But you know what? I'm done! You can have him back Have a happy Instagram Basic bitch bash Ask Nancy if I can have my hat back When she's done with that I'm really just a fan Haaaaah. I don't want no sloppy seconds, sis— You can keep him Tell you what, next time we have a race I'm gonna win it; Finally found the difference between men and women Men love a body, but A woman love a kitchen To cook in “ The Wrong Skrillex” Supacree realizes she's in the wrong dimension after all, after discovering the Skrillex in her current dimension is in actuality 5'5-whereas the correct Skrillex is 5'4; she searches for a portal into the correct dimension. “The Other Way” Supacree and Skrillex are a couple; Kayla Lauren, a lifelong fan, has written an entire Saga about Sonny/Skrillex, after falling in love with him at a music festival. This is creepy. It is creepy. “It's Dillon Francis” SUPACREE's reality is shifted after she learns the “Skrillex” that has been guiding her is actually a bodiless extraterrestrial being, willing and ready to occupy “whatever body” she sees fit—having lost Sonny, she settles on Dillon Francis. “Settles on Dillon Francis—?!” It is settling. That's an upgrade. How is that? He's— [Dillon Francis] Look at him! [Dillon Francis.] —it's a settlement. It's—he's taller? So?! He's also whiter. Whiter than Skrillex? Skrillex isn't white—! [Skrillex.] No—just— ugh. Hmmm. How is this your type? He's my type. How are either of them your type? They're both my type. Supacree is a superstar DJ. She has learned from the ascended mastery that her future husband is also a superstar DJ. Is it Skrillex? [Skrillex] ...mmm. … Supacree accidentally fell in love with Skrillex— She now has an unavoidable crush on Dillon Francis, but is unwilling to admit it. No, I don't. Nobody wants to hurt her feelings, but— But what? Fuck these n****s. Currently: SUPACREE is the most eligible bachelorette in LA; —yeah, right— And—she's not even famous yet. —what is this—? It's funnier that she doesn't know. WHAT? She has no idea. DILLON FRANCIS She's not my type. All the [single] superstar DJs fight for a chance with Supacree. This is her sound library. What the fuck. She MAKES music— Oh, Goddammn. She's a Goddess. —I'm a God— OH MY GOD— —trapped inside a Goddess, yes, it's complicated— A DJ comes flying towards her. Force field, up. *zap* ugh. I know, right? It's never Skrillex. She portals away. AGHHHHH!! SHES MINE! MINE! ITS ME, DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who is that? ...I don't know. Some DJ. SHE'S MINEEEEEE—- Aghhhhhh!! DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!!! “The Blue Eyed Skrillex” It was weird. Sonny's unborn son travels back from his future and winds up in a... What does he want? To go back, I'm assuming. \\ This scene? Is it written? It might be. How's this? Don't do this. I have to. ___ Oh YES—we were tie dying! Oh shit, now I remember. ___ DR Ya'll. Skrillex is an alien. OWSLA We know this. DR No, I mean-- like, for real. OWSLA Yeah. He is. Wait, Doctor WHO? Exactly. “DOCTOR WHOWSLA” (Lame.) EVERYONE We already knew that. DR No. But I mean, on some real shit-- OWSLA WE KNOW DUDE. Oh. [The Skrillex is Unveiled] What in the fuck sauce. Siri Plays Duck Sauce No, Siri--Okay, you know what? I'm not even mad. I love this. [Mini Dance Break-- Suddenly the Skrillex is activated by th--] Ohhh, I get it. Because, remember, it runs on-- Yassssss!!!! What the-- WOAH. What just happened? How'd you do that? I did not! Yes you did! It wasn't me! THE SKRILLEX: IT WAS U. Oh My God. What the fuck! This is crazy! I KNOW DUDE-- Are we terrified or astounded?! I AM SKRILLEX. AHHHH! PORQUE NO LAS DOS? THE SKRILLEX PLAYS ‘PORQUE NO LAS DOS, BY SUPACREE What is this? I love it. [Miniature Dance Break, even amidst the chaos Wait... I wrote this song. Wait--you did? This is you! Damn. That's fire. This is hot. You wrote this? Yeah, but...in the future. Wait, I thought there is no future. There has to be, Skrillex is in it. I AM SKRILLEX. Apparently, this is him. No it isn't! It is him. It has to be. But it isn't. It's him, he's just screwing with it. Who is this kid? What is she even doing here with us? She's going to help us find him. Close...but no. What do you mean? We've had several hundred experts listen-- There are several hundred ‘experts' in Skrillex. Several Thousands, more precisely, in this specific field of study, mind you. I do mind. This is a very serious matter, miss. Over it. I beg your pardon? Mind Over...Nevermind. But I do. *shrugs* Hm. ___ Juanita The Maid Mister Skrillex Just call me-- Mister Skrillex ...Okay, that Questions to Answer (Somehow) Why Is She Mad At Dillon Francis (Which time, and which character?) Oh shit. Well. First of all, she is Dillon Francis. Okay. And she hates herself, primarily, right? Right; but--everyone hates themselves. Apparently, they don't. (They do.) So why is she actually mad at Dillon Francis? In the most realistic dimension? Yes. Because he doesn't even know she exists; and if he did, he would just see her as an average fan. He'd never know she was aspiring to be what he's already achieved, and--to add to that, I guess she might be slightly jealous of his friendship with Sonny; What? Or at the very least, his collaborations with Skrillex. Everybody has collaborations with Skrillex. Apparently, they don't. (They do.) So, I guess at the most basic level of anything, she's just angry that she can't understand how to do what they do; and at the core, she's trying to be like either of them--but the music industry's so jaded, she doesn't know if she can trust anyone--esoecually after Magic Is Real That was a good night. She was in a good state of mind; but always questioned the intentions and whether they were in fact, for, or against her. We, someone was trying to get my attention. ...it was you? Of course it was me. Im the only one giving this many fucks about Dillon Francis. I doubt it. This is a lot of fucks to give about anyone. Or anything. Doesn't matter. Oh, it matters. So why is God mad at Dillon Francis? Well; at one point, he's not even flowing Ze Rules, Nice. Because he's working for The psychonauts and Bampheramphs, and the mothafuckin Bampheramphs, and Homeland security, and the FBI, CIA and secret service respectively; and some private sector white collar guys, I'm not even sure he knows what they're really about. So he's always everywhere, nobody knows how it's possible or why, and he can usually not account for it. Ok, nice. Now, Chak Chel is mad, because she sent him out with a list; but this last time, he just never came back; That's sad. He was her last chance at finding her other half; without him she knows she won't have Time. That's getting deep. Because Hanzel's an angel, or something I thought he was from hell. He is, but he's on all the teams that Dillon's not, plus all the ones he's on at a higher rank. Of course, which makes Hanzel-- AN ACENDED MASTER. (Descended, technically) But Chak Chel's not actually mad at Dillon Francis; he might even be her favorite "greatest grandchild", which is why the Google kids turn against him and begin pranking him into ascension. They love him too, but they're jealous of all the time he gets to spend with "Google", I don't think she's called google yet, then Just depends which dimension you're in— It is endless Oh God. I spent a year writing about Skrillex and Dillon Francis Mostly skrillex. Mostly Sonny. Who the fuck is Skrillex? I am. ___ Did you get the Skrillex? Yes. Let me see it. This isn't it. This is bogus. Bogus Skrillex? Wake up, it's a new world. ___ Wake up. ___ So wait, he just thinks he's in black rock city the whole time? Playa Magic. Questions to Answer (Somehow) Why Is She Mad At Dillon Francis (Which time, and which character?) Oh shit. Well. First of all, she is Dillon Francis. Okay. And she hates herself, primarily, right? Right; but--everyone hates themselves. Apparently, they don't. (They do.) So why is she actually mad at Dillon Francis? In the most realistic dimension? Yes. Because he doesn't even know she exists; and if he did, he would just see her as an average fan. He'd never know she was aspiring to be what he's already achieved, and--to add to that, I guess she might be slightly jealous of his friendship with Sonny; What? Or at the very least, his collaborations with Skrillex. Everybody has collaborations with Skrillex. Apparently, they don't. (They do.) So, I guess at the most basic level of anything, she's just angry that she can't understand how to do what they do; and at the core, she's trying to be like either of them--but the music industry's so jaded, she doesn't know if she can trust anyone--esoecually after Magic Is Real That was a good night. She was in a good state of mind; but always questioned the intentions and whether they were in fact, for, or against her. We, someone was trying to get my attention. ...it was you? Of course it was me. I'm the only one giving this many fucks about Dillon Francis. I doubt it. This is a lot of fucks to give about anyone. Or anything. Doesn't matter. Oh, it matters. So why is God mad at Dillon Francis? Well; at one point, he's not even flowing Ze Rules, Nice. Because he's working for The psychonauts and Bampheramphs, and the mothafuckin Bampheramphs, and Homeland security, and the FBI, CIA and secret service respectively; and some private sector white collar guys, I'm not even sure he knows what they're really about. So he's always everywhere, nobody knows how it's possible or why, and he can usually not account for it. Ok, nice. Now, Chak Chel is mad, because she sent him out with a list; but this last time, he just never came back; That's sad. He was her last chance at finding her other half; without him she knows she won't have Time. That's getting deep. Because Hanzel's an angel, or something I thought he was from hell. He is, but he's on all the teams that Dillon's not, plus all the ones he's on at a higher rank. Of course, which makes Hanzel-- AN ACENDED MASTER (Descended, technically) But Chak Chel's not actually mad at Dillon Francis; he might even be her favorite "greatest grandchild", which is why the Google kids turn against him and begin pranking him into ascension. They love him too, but they're jealous of all the time he gets to spend with "Google", I don't think she's called google yet, then Just depends which dimension you're in It is endless Oh God. I spent a year writing about Skrillex and Dillon Francis Mostly skrillex. Mostly Sonny. Who the fuck is Skrillex? I am. ___ Did you get the Skrillex? Yes. Let me see it. This isn't it. This is bogus. Bogus Skrillex? Wake up, it's a new world. ___ Wake up. ___ So wait, he just thinks he's in black rock city the whole time? Playa Magic. WHERE'S GERALD? What? Gerald's not his best friend... And Skrillex isn't mine-- Or is he? I am Skrillex. You wish. Why waste a wish? WHERE'S DIPLO? See, it doesn't work. You're right. We all know where Diplo is (Chillin') Right. Anyway. WHERE'S GERALD? _______ After mysteriously being blasted into a parallel dimension The relationship between SupaCree and the fictional Skrillex is a highly complex and mysterious multi-factor, Multidimensional, and multifaceted And multiracial. Lol Agh, shuttup. The "relationship" acts as a broad platform from which a variety of plot points and timelines within various series in the projects are based in, revolve around, or make reference to, throughout the duration of each story universe respectively. This, however, is the--sometimes, albeit invisible-- line that actually ties together the entirety of the series, and--would lead to an inevitable conclusion to many of the chapters within the story as a whole. SupaCree can be seen as having a 'playfully-pessimiatic' attitude towards, however this can vary along an emotional spectrum from rageful intolerance, to an almost intrinsically, nurturing confidant. Suppresively, and outer expressively, the character works dillegently to manipulate and alter certain realities relating to Skrillex, who remains as a "fictionalized" conceptual character, since the character does not have enough tangible and accurate evidence to prove the working theory, regarding the actual origins from whence the actual inciting event sparking the emotional progression and escalation All in all, she is a loyal friend and fan of any infinite version of Skrillex, eventually settling decicively that there's only "one thing he could do to make her *actually*" hate him", outside of realistically being a horrible person; an idea represented by 'Egotistic Skrillex's, from another reality. Omnipotently, as the writer of the series--it us determined that there "is no Skrillex", which for each facet of the character represents a different meaning or belief. After being lost in a dimension where there is no Skrillex, but having the ability to recreate from photographic and audiographic memory most of his works, Sunni Blu refuses to stay and make herself comfortable there, considering (even despite his nonexistence) it to be plagiarism and theft of creative and intellectual property, which she knows believes rightfully to Sonny; in this event, an exploration of humanity and the emotions drawn from the ideas and concepts in this story [the epic fast] the person behind Skrillex, Sonny Moore is reflected upon more deeply, as, in Ascension, C'estmet-- has departed away from the Kingdoms of the Higher Realms, in denial of her at So that's it, you're just giving up--like that? Not giving up, giving in Are you insane? Yes. The Military? I like the outfits. A flight attendant? I like the outfits. I thought you didn't repeat yourself. I'm not Skrillex. Oh, God. I'm not God. (OH WHAT?) Then who's that? I don't know; Who the fuck are you? Not a fucking flight attendant. I said Who, not What... What's the difference? Why are you stabbing your ice cream. It's low fat ice cream. Okay, that's irrelevant. It's not. It's pretty irrelevant. It's relevant. _______ This. Is not. Going. To Work. Well--did you put the Skrillex in the Skrillex? Yes I put the Skrillex in the Skrillex! ___________ She has like 100 personalities, 99 of them don't like me. Well damn dude, what the fuck did you do to 99 of her personalities? ____________ I SAID, GIVE HIM WHAT HE WANTS. He has everything. Yeah, everything! What else could he possibly want?! THAT'S WHAT I SENT YOU THREE IMBECILES TO FIND OUT. IMBECILES? HEY! I”M NOT AN INBECILE-- Neither am I. --Yeah, I'm just not an expert in Skrillex, or the guy in charge of him. I don't know what he wants! I told you, give him everything. Yeah, everything he wants. What does he want? I don't know. It's hard to find something he doesn't already have. It's one man, how hard could it be? It's hard. _____________ THAT'S IT. THAT'S IT? I'M NOT WRITING THIS STUPID MOVIE FOR HIM IF HE'S JUST GONNA-- JUST GONNA, WHAT? AGH---FUCK COUGHS. You hate her, don't you. I DON'T HATE ANYBODY BUT MYSELF. Is that right? THAT”S RIGHT. ________________ Coughs, Marilyn Hue, and Softest.Hard Draw their rave weapons. HEY! That's not fair! How do you guys have R.A.V.E. weapons; You're not even DJs. Uh, we work with Skrillex. Duh. And she's my roommate. What the FUCK. That is so hot... Uh-oh. What? We are literally all out of FUCKS to give. WHAT?! (Don't repeat yourself.) Yeah. That was our last fuck. And you shouldn't repeat yourself. FUCK. WHAT? If you had a FUCK left you should have saved it to use against them. We're already outnumbered. (Use me.) This is...beyond my paygrade. (Below) (But look, actually—) You're getting paid for this? No. (I am!) Wait, how much am I getting paid for this? (Double!) You're not. I'm--wait, what? Right? Alright, Time's up, Losers. Losers?! We're not Losers, You're Losers. Nuh-uh! Yeah-huh! _____________________________ You gave yourself too much time to think about it. It's too late. What? Just like that. It's always just like that. Yep. Sometimes, you don't even notice. It can be in the instant. what? As soon as your absolute decision of the subjects impossibility, it is. It IS? Yessss. Some things have never even existed entirely, out of disbelief. So wait--you;re saying, if you don't believe in something hard enough, it just..might not exist. Right. At all. Never existed. It was never existent. Ihe Dimension where all my mispellings become literal, and or existent in a personofied matter. *I'M Me- SupaCree Myself - Supacree I- God/ Chak/Google Just play it and go to sleep. Mmm. Itll feel amazing. Nothing feels like it should. Its getting worse. Worse? Whats worse? I wouldnt even dare to more than think it. You think about it every day. Yeah, but i wont say it. Then dont. Just play the album. Its an EP. Shut the fuck up. It is and its not even my favorite, i dont think. It isn't. Its Recess. I dont know...i hated Recess when it came out. You hate Kliptown. I dont hate it...its just...not that good. He knows its not that good. Yeah, but hia die hard fans will eat anything. Like you ate Recess enough to go from downright hating it, to it arguably being youe favorite album. Its not my favorite, its a favorite. Yeah, well. Who's your favorite DJ? What the fuck is a DJ. Damn. He ruined you. Or i was already ruined, and then he just showed up. Why would he just show up like that, for nothing? I am nothing. Then he showed up for you. (Lol) For what? Ask him. How? Find the monsters. Its too late. Its nOt too late. Maybe it's marilyn She's there, she's there I shouldn't care, but I care And I thought I would laugh I'm just glaring I'm just staring into the smoky air In a dark room Hoping I'll be dead soon Hoping she can have you So I can have hope, too Someone that knows you Wants to love you more than I do [oh shit, look at all these girls, hmmm] But nobody Nobody will love you like I do Nobody Nobody will love you like I do Nobody Nobody can Love you like I do [how'd he do this] I'm screaming in my sleep You see me Singing Secrets to keep Weeping underneath The blanket that you left to me It doesn't mean anything; I want you to have everything If she's your everything Let me just die in peace I'm just a nobody [now it's raining music. ] But nobody Nobody will love you like I do Nobody Nobody will love you like I do Nobody Nobody will love you like I do Nobody Nobody can Love you like I do. [Why would he do this? They're all—] Maybe it's *Coughs* I'm lost like I always was I don't know what you cost, sir But I don't have enough This is all I brought; It's awful You were all I thought Was awesome I might have forgotten, The time when, I saw it First. [Slrillexes.] I'm the worst, but-- You're the worst, and You're the best Damn I'll never be the best I guess I should just forget it Just forget it I'm not listening to Skrillex Ever. Again. (After this.) And it never ends; This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship-- Depends on how you see it, Or what you qualify as friends.... What you qualify as friends. Do you want meet your future wife? My wife? Uh, yeah. I don't have a wife. I said future. I said future. I already know about the--wait--how do you know about the future? How do you know about the future? I'm Skrillex...right? Woah, you might want to let go if your ego, a little bit, man-- What are you talking about? Do you want to meet your wife, or what? ...or what? … Or what? You said, 'or what'. What's the what? Dude, it's just an expression--nobody ever questions the alternative. ...I do. That's the spirit, let's go. .wait, what? GOH. Outside of Mildred E. Mathias, she organizes her car, talking to The Gods--she appears to be homeless. As I promised. ...she's...homeless? Call it a mobile home, so to speak. ...no. I know she's not your usual type, but-- Dude--my type? What do you mean my type dude--shes like homeless, bro, she's not even cute. Can you even see that far without your glasses? I got Lasik. In this dimension? *Squints* does it matter? SUPACREE and the SKRILLEXAS. Eyyyy—let's go. DON'T check the She's going to DON'T check the Instagram You fucking loser I can't help it You can help it I don't know why You do know why It's not my fault. Technically, it's his. Ughgg What are you looking for Evidence of romance On INSTAGRAM? Marilyn his girlfriend, let it go Can't. Get it go. Caaaaant You don't know it's Marilyn. Could be anyone. He seems partial to white house and frail. He also has a Dragon. Yeah. More than one, maybe Or one that can replicate itself innumerously. Go Skrilly. Oh, yes. "Go" Why does it matter? I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. There us no bottom of the rabbit hole. Yes there is, alice eventually hit somewhere. That somewhere is wonderland, and Alice seems more his type than you'll ever be. Doesn't matter. Does matter. One. He's a genius. Yeah he is. Two. He's out of your league, by class, and looks. Okay, that's been established. Three; even if you were somehow equally as gifted and intelligent, somewhat wealthy, and in any other way in th3 leaat desirable--you can't change the one thing that really matters. What's that? CUT TO: What's that? That's--nothing. An entire awards show audience is sent throughout the Multiverse. Do NOT Check the-- …. God, I suck. What's his dogs name? Wilfred. That's a decent name for a dog. I feel bad. I'm so obsessive. Don't feel bad, it was bound to happen. Yeah, that's probably why he did it in the first place...pass that. (What did he do?) Yeah...but then how did Dillon Francis manage to break through. (Who the fuck is Dillon Francis?) I don't know, he's like a magnet. (Another mirror…) But how did that happen-- He has a peloton in his-- I mean one minute, you hate Dillon Francis, next thing you know-- It wasn't "the next thing" Well, how did that happen? Hey, did you know OK(*JK) Rowling said she didn't believe in magic. Apparently. Tragic. She is so cancelled. Well illuminati probably frowns upon acknowledging occult practices. ...they're letting women in the illuminati now? White ones, probably, at least. Oh. What about Oprah? Who The Fuck Is Oprah? I am. Thats...Fantastic. Dude! Don't believe your eyes; he is a master if illusion. He is a lot of things. Dont fall for his trickery! I really doubt it's his trickery, I mean; this whole thing is starting to feel like a joint effort. I mean--google, all the socials--disney, NBC… They're trying to make me kill myself. Or theyre grooming you for something. Outruled. Whoever's in charge is doing a great job at letting me know i am replaceable Replaceable? Please. Yah. All these ads with pretty light skinned biracial girls; all these models, actresses,dancers , child stars--its like they're shoving it in my face that there are a million wannabe everything's that look like me, but better--doing everything I do--but better. What do you do? Nothing. Right. So I guess something's better than nothing. It's all easy when youre pretty. If you were pretty, you wouldn't be writing this. Exactly. Wait--so? So maybe, that's what he needs. Who--? You know Who? No...he needs a hot wife to go with all that stuff. So then, what about Dillon Francis? He also needs a hot wife. And a dog maybe? I don't know. What about all the other artists? What about them? What do they need? NOTHING. These people dont need anything, they have everything! Then why are they always drinking? For...fun, I guess? Drinking's only fun when it's not all the time. I can agree, but how does that apply to me? Because you never drink! So, I can. But you don't--and you don't have to. So. So maybe it doesn't matter how fat or tragically ugly you are, or if your skin's too dark and your eyes are uneven and too far apart--and your hair just kind of grows out of your head all...sad like that-- --okay--??? Maybe what matters is that you've proven you can be creative, and practice self control. SO WHAT. Everyone you're looking at has a red solo cup in their hands, and you keep thinking that's the question--but that's the answer! Answer to what? How is a cup a question? How is a Raven LIKE a writing desk? Cause she's writing this. A Trampoline... ...an indoor trampoline…. oh... a house…(for my indoor trampoline)... Whatcha dooooin? WRiting a rough draft. Ahhhh, for the movie? Nah. For Satan. SATAN? Shhhhhhh. DAMN. Damn-Damn. Goddamn. Don't. _____ NO! Don't write a movie about Skrillex. I already did. Well, undo. Un...do? Undo! He's gonna sue you. What an honor. I should sue HIM! Don't. He'll win. He's a winner. Fuck him! ___ Who the fuck is Skrillex. That's my guy! The homie. Just a friend. My soul mate (Apparently) My best friend. My favorite DJ I am Skrillex. You wish. I did wish, now i'm Skrillex. What for? Hey, he owes me! I don't owe you shit. You are not Skrillex. I am Skrillex. I'm about as Skrillex as it gets. I am Skrillex. Jump on top of something and headbang. Gimmie a mixer. Ohhh, A mixer. Tell Satan you want a new mixer! Yes! That's exactly what I need… But not just a mixer; all the decks. New decks. New decks. New decks. Yesssssss. ________ Oh shit, Dillon Francis! Yeah. What do you want? A beer. That sucks. I don't drink. I do . Fuck yeah, me too. Cheers. Wait, who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? Why collect all the Skrillex if you're not gonna play it. I might play it. I mean, when you DJ? Oh, no, fuck that. See! What is WRONG with you? I don't _____ Oh, I get i; He's black so he likes-- SHHHHH. Don't ruin it. He ruined himself. Agh, She ruined it. She ruined everything. Annie ruins everything. Ah shit ____ FAQUEEEE! What, dude!? FAQUEEEE!!! WHAT do you WANT? FAQUEEEE!!! WHAT, DAFUQ? ____ Agh! That stupid dance! That dance, I know that dance.... Oh, the dance. ___ Oh, my God...What the fuck. Uh...yeah...what the fuck. Oh, My God. Whose house is this?? I don't know... ...I fell asleep at a festival… Which...festival…? I don't know… Okay, I'm so sorry, but-- I'm so sorry--- Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? Uhhhh… -_- … … ... ______ Ugh! Agh! Did you get all the Skrillex? I got all the Skrillex. All the Skrillex? Yes, all of it. Okay. Okay. This is gonna suck. I know. What other choice do we have? We have no choice. I mean. How. I don't know. I don't know how how he does it, he just does it. It's impressive. I did this. WHAT? HOW? Relax, I had help. HELP. Wait, who's help? Who's there? What the fuck does DIllon Francis want? I don't know. I don't know anything. Is it done yet? What? The movie. I don't know. Well did you start? Yes, I...started it? Okay, now send it. Do what--no. Okay, then shoot it-- No, it's not-- What's wrong? Nothing's wrong with it, it's just not done yet. Okay...so what's it need? Structure. What kind of structure. Anything. Dodgers Stadium, Wow! I know it's... I've always wanted to go there. WHAT? ALIENS? ALIENS. FROM THE FUTURE. FROM THE--Well, there is no ‘future' ‘No future?' Well, technically, no. “No”? Look, i'll explain it to you later. If there's no future, when's later? Now. So tell me. Look--no, later, just-- Wait. You're going too fast. Well, how much do you have? This is gonna be a loooooong night. Well what, you're gonna write ‘Dillonception' during 25 days of Skrillex? I mean, what--am I supposed to write it tonight? Tonight? That's a lot of Dillon Francis. Yikes. I well, I mean-- K dude, just call this number. 907, what the fuck is-- ‘ Just, when we say “go” call the number. For what? Is this another prank? Just wait. ____ What the fuck is “Skrillex” Fuck, I hate that fool. I hate you. Fuck you. Fuck Skrillex. That's what I just said. What. Oh, he's terrifying. Skrillex? No he's not. He's adorable! I love Skrillex Go kill yourself. I did...I still love Skrillex. Skrillex?! Where No, not Skrillex. Anything but Skrillex. Ohhh, Skrillex again? Yes! Skrillex. Who's Skrillex? What's Skrillex. Not this again. I am Skrillex. On what planet? This one...and Skrillex. You're not Skrillex. I am Skrillex. You wish. I did wish. Now i'm Skrillex. I did not have sexual relations with Skrillex. (I did.) And so did Annie. In--which--dimension? Any dimension. Pick one. Nah. that didn't happen. Yeah, you're probably right. I am right. I'm always right. ______ This is the tension Released in te midsts Of emissions from the ship We traveled the dimensions in Now, that I mention it-- I probably shouldn't mention this That would be against the-- Shit. Who instigated it, just Is, what it is Let's just forfeit that we existed We just probably shouldn't Mention this It could be infinite, if we just Didn't Awwww, wait, who's in there? Pretty much everyone. Even-- Everyone but Skrillex. Alright, cool. Let's go. Awwww, wait, who's in there? Pretty much everyone. Even-- Everyone but Skrillex. Alright, cool. Let's go. How. I don't know. I don't know how he does it, he just does it. It's impressive. I did this. WHAT? HOW? Relax, I had help. HELP. Wait, who's help? Who's there? What the fuck does DIllon Francis want? I don't know. I don't know anything. Is it done yet? What? The movie. I don't know. Well did you start? Yes, I...started it? Okay, now send it. Do what--no. Okay, then shoot it-- No, it's not-- What's wrong? Nothing's wrong with it, it's just not done yet. Okay...so what's it need? Structure. What kind of structure. Anything. Dodgers Stadium, Wow! I know it's... I've always wanted to go there. WHAT? ALIENS? ALIENS. FROM THE FUTURE. FROM THE--Well, there is no ‘future' ‘No future?' Well, technically, no. “No”? Look, i'll explain it to you later. If there's no future, when's later? Now. So tell me. Look--no, later, just-- Wait. You're going too fast. Well, how much do you have? This is gonna be a loooooong night. Well what, you're gonna write ‘Dillonception' during 25 days of Skrillex? I mean, what--am I supposed to write it tonight? Tonight? That's a lot of Dillon Francis. Yikes. I well, I mean-- K dude, just call this number. 907, what the fuck is-- Just, when we say “go” call the number. For what? Is this another prank. Just wait. ____ I don't even think i'm ready to write this. You have to at least try. If you don't bet, you can't win. I'm not trying to win anything. But you have to try. I am always trying. Try harder. Try Harder. The Dimension where Skrillex... Is just a kid named Skrillex ______ He's taking ‘time on it; Time... Do you know how much that costs? ...Priceless. It is... priceless. ____ I wish I could do this artfully. I do't think there's any “artful “ way to do this. Ehmm. To What? To Categorize--…. Categorize the Skrillex? To categorize the-- yes. Well,, you should probably start by collecting the Skrillex. --COllecting the Skrillex-- Oh God. No. Please? No. And then there's God's complete refusal to help any further with this particular problem. I already told you what it was. But what, that's it? All of all time? And then what? ‘And den?1 What? I already told you, and told you, and I told you again--the answer has laways been the asmae, and in the end it's all the same thing! And then what?! And then, what the fuck do you want from me?! Tell me what to do. I did! Awh, fuck! Fuck what! All my Skrillex... Good show. No. I mean, all my Skrillex Music? It's gone. Gone? ...yes. All gone? Gone. How Gone. Skrillex gone. That's... Pshhh. So now what. I don't know what the fuck Why don't you just-- Don't-- Go to Skrillex. I knew you were gonna say that. _____ I'm about as Skrillex as it's gonna get until Skrillex walks in. f Where is she? She was just here a minute ago! Where is he? He was just here a minute ago! Both- What the fuck is "minute"? What's the password? Password? What password? There's a password? Its LOCKED. OUT! its over. Over & Out. He's out of it. She's so over it. Show's OVER folks! I'm out of it. I'm into it, I'm into it-- Tell me whats next! Next! Next? That was it. Thank you, Next-- A game combining all the high impact sports where the rules change randomly, and the teams are divided differently in each round. That's a fuck show. Its good entertainment. ___ Well, how did they play this, of the court is down there, and that "hoop" is up there? Well they could still fly. Humans could fly?! I mean, they had to, right? NO. Sure they did; you would not have wanted to be earthbound back then. (The other shakes his head.) A giant dino terrorizes the creatures below, as the 'primitive' humans take to the sky. _____ We find that behind out hero'sain drive to "find" Skrillex is to __ What kind of nail you want? Acryllics-- AKRILLEX. (Super corny old fashioned kung fu scene.) ___ Wow. Its like that, sometimes. __ You can't put me in a box! Unless it has Skrillex in it; Then I honestly can't guarantee anyone's safety. ____ ...any way, she's trying to find out why Skrillex has such a pronounced physical affect on her body. Ew. That's...not what I meant. Its okay. No, I just meant-- Its cool, we get it. ____ You don't get it; I'm trying to find out why Skrillex makes me CLIP CLIP CLIP AH And how Skrillexx // CLIP CLIP CLUP Wait. So wait. Rich people are just doing things that make them feel good, all the time...because they can, so-- Yeah. Right. Okay. So then, poor people are always doing things that make them feel bad; not because they want to, but they have to-- Kind of. --and the things they do that make them feel good, actually cost them, somehow, in the longrun, technically-- Correct. --so the only way to 'escape' this predicament, would be to forgo things which would make them happy, so that they can accumulate--wait-- I thought money doesn't buy happiness. It doesn't. It "buys" success. Then how do you escape poverty? Annie's just another body Men like bodies I'm just another heart, but Men like bodies We are both broken, but Men like broken bodies Broken hearts are just Impossible responsibilities Irresponsible possibilities I'm not Annie I'm not Claire, Not Marilyn Not Supacree Not Skrillex...or, Sonny Not anybody that has to be Something or anything For anybody's anything I'm nothing nothing Nothing nothing Nothing nothing Nothing nothing Sorry I'm Amy My baby, he Drops the album, goes on tour I'm crying on the kitchen floor But I'll be at the bottom Of every bottle In the eyes of every model In the smile of every dancer Behind every mirror Today and tomorrow All this impossible Irresponsible, improbable Honorary God-awkward Opera of songs is Converted to a catalogue I'm sorry I bothered Don't knock, if Opportunity comes, Just rocket. You see, As long as she thinks theres some big chance with Sonny, she'll likely just keep writing… The significance of Skrillex. But if she havent any chance, or a fairytale romance shes jiust as likely to die inside--or outside--without writing the rest of the bible… The significance of Skrillex And, you see, She writes things to live by, Hidden in the hundreds of titles A writer's a writer-- An idol's an idol; And she lives inside his eyes-- And he lives inside a lie… And they live inside a life, If they don't see eye to eye To get it right this time, They might as well, Die. The Significance of Skrillex is… Where am I? Hell. In bed. In mexico. So where is he? Somewhere else. At home. In mexico. Who knows? Someone must. I'm someone. But i don't. I don't know anything. I don't need to. I just wanna go home. Can I come home now? You always could. But really, I mean-- Really's all it really takes. You have to know, You have to mean it; Don't look both ways before you cross, if you honestly want off the cross Christ, for your sake Honestly It's probably wise to admit that you've tried For the third time; Mankind's just not worth it. Mankind, maybe; But humanity's my baby And this earth is definitely worth something I love it-- Her. And the rest of the planets, but Look how she spins, It's magnificent, Look at the way the ocean's Make this mist; And the wind-- If i sing loudly enough I might Vibrate the trees, How they love dancing and laughing for me; And I just can't help but to laugh at her inhabitants; They dance oh-so rhythmically They're very creative-- and grateful, they always give thanks to me It's no need, but the Earth, she keeps feeding them She makes these beautiful things, So sweet; Mangoes, I think. Greed; The Parable of the Mango Tree Mango VIP. That's easy. The cover art's just got a Mango On it, White Backdrop; It looks super juicy; with a green leaf, I think. Who made it? Uhhhhh. ^> Uhhhhh... You forgot! No! I know, I know. It was.... Who? She forgot again. I did NOT. Did too. Who made it? It was...it was...Herobust! Herobust? Wasn't it? Wrong. Loser. I am not a Loser. It was…Was it Ganja White Night? I don't know, was it? Was it? I don't know! Just tell me. I can't. Yes you can! I can't. Your rules-- Exactly, it's my rules! Just gimmie the answer! I think you're going to have to GOOGLE it. Ugh, no way. So is Liquid Stranger your final answer? Liquid Stranger?! I never said Liquid Stranger. Idiot. Now she's never gonna get it. What did you say before? It was...oh... See dude. Shut up, I had iFUCK. Damn dude, you broke her. I'm not broken, I just forgot - Liquid Stranger, going once-- I never said Liquid Stranger! I know it wasn't Liquid Stranger; Why would it ever be Liquid Stranger? Martin Stääf? ...Yes... Come with me. ___ It's a practical __ Remember that plane I showed you--the-- Yeah, with the Axis? Yeah. Yeah? Something happened to it, Like what? It's flat now. WHAT? Woah. >^ I didn't see that one coming! Neither did I: I was gonaa say it was off it's axis. Flat's funnier. Yeah, and probably not as tragic. I mean...that would be pretty tragic. Probably easier to manage. Perhaps…But I mean, if you have a whole planet, and then it just collapses-- It's just flattened; nobody said it collapses. __________ Getter, we meet again. I've never met you before; what are you doing in my dressing room? Why does a DJ have a dressing room? I don't know; get out. Tanner Petulla? Yeah? Come with us. Fuck that! [He doesn't have a choice.] Oh shit, the next scene is already written, I remember this. Oh, okay! I get it! Yeah. She's still at-- She's still on the-- ____ JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY. For what? You're suck in this until it's done. What's done? It'll never be over, it's just infinite. ENTER THE MULTIVERSE ^ UNTITLED DOCUMENT <> <><><> >< >< >< YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO SKRILLEX ON YOUTUBE? DON”T I mean, DON'T you dare. I might as well, by the time I finish downloading it i probably won't even be able to listen to it. You shouldn't. I shouldn't, but I know i have to. In PUBLIC? Could go Incognito? INCOGNITO; The “oh please don't look at this” easy algorithm engine for “LOOK AT ME, I”M HIDING SOMETHING.” So if a song, is nothing but question and answer, what's a song which references another in an attempt to address the question which was asked? A conversation between one song and another? I guess, yes; Well, that would be a symphony, I would suppose. It would, wouldn't it. That is, if the songs were in sync. They could be made to be. Every song is made to be in sync; I mean, two songs, made to be in sync with each other. _______ WAKE UP. This isn't funny anymore. It was never funny. You have to get up. I'm up. You're NOT UP. Come on, you have to do this . I'm doin it. NO. It's no use. She's so, so under there. It would take all of us to try to pull her out--that is without [The darkening sky crumbles, as the thunderous storm rages, the battle between worlds expands throughout the outer galaxies.] ____ Youre not skinny enough Youre not pretty enough You're too dark, And you dont work quickly enough Much younger girls are putting in such Efforts, just to be, the perfect little beauty queen You wish you were, But couldn't be and kids these days are Everything that means anything Sometimes I Don't Wanna Be Happy… It was bad, But better than I'll ever be A basic remix, For the basic bitch that sings it And, I'm basically a Dillon Francis fiend, Have you seen this? Now it's getting serious, I seriously doubt there's anything I can do about it It's in God's hands and, I live in Satan's house How did he do this? How did this happen? The sad result of the damage, Cause i'm pretty sure The very last time my ex ever hit me Something got stuck on repeat; It's just eating me up. ___ what did we call that place, between “The Blackout” and waking up. Hazy. I thought it was something more clever. Maybe, but i'll never find it if i'm just scrolling through these documents. Write”Untitled Document” That's all I've got, I guess. _____ A wild, wild party has happened. A DJ wakes up, previously having been sprawled out across the floor. Whose house is this…? Ugh. [Looks in mirror.] ughhh. S/he gets up and stumbles groggily, stepping over bodies hunched and perched, slung about sleeping. Peacefully. The sun is bright, a curse to the eyes of the clearly hungover, and likely still quite inebriated DJ. >>> SUPACREE awakens from a ‘stupor' herself, displeased. She looks in the mirror, at first disgruntled, then “picks up her face” adjusts her perception, and decides, “I'm good.” Yep. And she keeps it steppin, still asking aloud, as she ponders to herself; Whose house is this? And makes her way into the kitchen, where she (probably in a montage) cleans around the many bodies of hot people and rave babies still smudged and dripping in everything glittery; she appears to have ‘frozen time', as she vacuums faces and erases permanent marker penises drawn onto the foreheads and other exposed body parts of those who have fallen asleep with no shoes on. She cooks breakfast and straightens the entirety of what is now more recognizable as someone's home, though the owner still remains unknown. She sips coffee and reads the newspaper, as she steps behind the freshly detailed decks; and prepares a set through the headphones shes hung happily around her neck. See! THIS IS RIDICULOUS. It is. Ridiculous. You can't vacuum someone's face! Not that part-- Especially white people-- You never said they were all white people. I mean, predominantly; it said hot people and rave babies. That's racist! It isn't. This whole scene would be entirely different, if it had nothing but black people in it. ___ She wakes up in the same house, but it's clean. ...Whose house is this? It's my house. It's... nice. Yes it is. ______ Ugh, he knows everything. Not everything, dear, believe me. Everything that matters. There's no such thing as everything that doesn't matter. What? __ Don't look in there! You won't find anything in there. I hate these things. ____ It doesn't work if you don't practice. How do I practice without decks? You don't. How do I Dj without practicing? You don't. So DJing is just for rich people? I mean, primarily, or just...anyone with money, if you have it. Fuck this, I quit. You can't quit. If you quit we forfeit the game. No... You idiot. What game? I thought she knew about the game. What. game. Well, it's not just a game, it's a language. WHAT GAME. She's about to be so angry, dude, just--- Just run. ___ 8 Dimensional--wait, what? Oh, she finally made it. I never thought she'd get to this part. Well, she stopped eating meat and cooks asian food-- ---yeah, but that's like 6 different places-- She's not listening to Skrillex. --She's not skipping it-- --yeah, but she isn't listening to it actively.-- Josh Pan. Yeah. I am. Why. I thought we were past “why” We were, we were WAY past “why” It wasn't really a question, guys, don't worry about it. “Don't worry about it” Tsh. Tsh. ___ It's just an expression. “expression” yes. I get it-- ___ He named it “Kliptown Empyrean” What. What's “Empyrean”? I'd love to know, but I don't. Don't google it. I won't, I just. __ GO KARTS. With A K. __ Where's Kliptown? South of Capetown? South? South Afri-- Stop. HE”S AFRICAN? Stop. What's more offensive; Being called an African, or an Alien? ___ One off...hmmm… Always one off. ___ Get out of my house! This is your house? Thank God, I was starting to worry the owner like wandered off and got lost; or, you know (makes slitting throat) I... no, this is my--wait. Who are you? Me? I'm S U P A C R E E “S U P A C R E E”? [having been yet unrecognized, shes is used to having to spell it] Yeah; ___ Key of Cringe: I'm in a box with all my thoughts, And I am not on top of the world Or taking shots, I'm just rocking back and forth Like broken record, Repeating sequences, a robot A beat box of kittens Nobody wants I'm lost (if rock and roll will take me I wonder how much it costs) ____ What did this kid do? Nobody knows _Oh, shit, it's the Jews again. I love the Jews. We know. I keep telling you, you're jewish I'm not jewish my mom's… That's not your mom. Of course that's my mom. It's not, I already told you what planet you're on? __ Now, tell us why we wear our masks! Oh, there are lots of reasons for that. Tell us about the Sauce! All the sauce? Yeah!!! That would be a long story. __ Oh, the Google kids are cute, too. I especially love that little chunky one. He is cute, he's probably my favorite, actually. ...No favorites. Now I remember why he isn't. WHO IS THIS. He cheated. I...don't care. Because, Everywhere I've been, And everywhere I am-- Woman or man, You Just don't know how to love me As I am That is Goddammed. ____ PIERCE? Who the fuck is PIERCE? Google it. I like this, this is It's different, isn't it? Yeah, and then it __ THAT was a HARD left turn. __ So, what time can we listen to Excision? Sometime after intermission? How many acts is this again? ___ I told you, IN-FIN-ITE. Okay… I just wanted to know how long it would take? ___ I know someone that cold get us in _____ (Sitting on a speaker in the BassPod) What is she doing? What are you doing? Charging. __________ I think I found that girl you were looking for. Where is she? I said I found her: I didn't say you could have her. She's not a possession, I'm just trying to talk to her. You didn't mention that she was-- Be careful with your words. Oh, I think it's you that ought to be careful. You're losing your power over her and it shows. Mm. And what about your ‘power', hm? I haven't any power over her-- Oh, but you do-- Will Power at best, That would only be half of it. That would be all I had anything to do with; she was given free agency. HA. “Given”? ____ awww look at that bass face. Well, that's one reason... __\ Ah what! you can change your entire frequency? No Fair, I cant do that You can, it just takes practice. What kind of practice-- ___ Oh shit, this hits different with two headphones. It all hits different with headphones. That dude has a huge Discography. ___ What'd you get? I dunno...words. Let me see. [Hands over bucket] ...some good stuff in here. ...thanks. Lots of fucks. Yeah. Almost too many. Is that a problem? Not at all...not...at...all… __ 'fuck hunting' ___ Happy Dillon Francis Merry Skrillex! ___ Is your name...really Dillon Francis? Yes. Is it? Yes…? Are you sure? I was. You seem unsure. Well, now I am… Where am I? Hell. In bed. In mexico. So where is he? Somewhere else. At home. In mexico. Who knows? Someone must. I'm someone. But i don't. I don't know anything. I don't need to. I just wanna go home. Can I come home now? You always could. But really, I mean-- Really's all it really takes. You have to know, You have to mean it; Don't look both ways before you cross, if you honestly want off the cross Christ, for your sake Honestly It's probably wise to admit that you've tried For the third time; Mankind's just not worth it. Mankind, maybe; But humanity's my baby And this earth is definitely worth something I love it-- Her. And the rest of the planets, but Look how she spins, It's magnificent, Look at the way the ocean's Make this mist; And the wind-- If i sing loudly enough I might Vibrate the trees, How they love dancing and laughing for me; And I just can't help but to laugh at her inhabitants; They dance oh-so rhythmically They're very creative-- and grateful, they always give thanks to me It's no need, but the Earth, she keeps feeding them She makes these beautiful things, So sweet; Mangoes, I think. Greed; The Parable of the Mango Tree Mango VIP. That's easy. The cover art's just got a Mango On it, White Backdrop; It looks super juicy; with a green leaf, I think. Who made it? Uhhhhh. ^> Uhhhhh... You forgot! No! I know, I know. It was.... Who? She forgot again. I did NOT. Did too. Who made it? It was...it was...Herobust! Herobust? Wasn't it? Wrong. Loser. I am not a Loser. It was…Was it Ganja White Night? I don't know, was it? Was it? I don't know! Just tell me. I can't. Yes you can! I can't. Your rules-- Exactly, it's my rules! Just gimmie the answer! I think you're going to have to GOOGLE it. Ugh, no way. So is Liquid Stranger your final answer? Liquid Stranger?! I never said Liquid Stranger. Idiot. Now she's never gonna get it. What did you say before? It was...oh... See dude. Shut up, I had iFUCK. Damn dude, you broke her. I'm not broken, I just forgot - Liquid Stranger, going once-- I never said Liquid Stranger! I know it wasn't Liquid Stranger; Why would it ever be Liquid Stranger? Martin Stääf? ...Yes... Come with me. ___ It's a practical __ Remember that plane I showed you--the-- Yeah, with the Axis? Yeah. Yeah? Something happened to it, Like what? It's flat now. WHAT? Woah. >^ I didn't see that one coming! Neither did I: I was gonaa say it was off it's axis. Flat's funnier. Yeah, and probably not as tragic. I mean...that would be pretty tragic. Probably easier to manage. Perhaps…But I mean, if you have a whole planet, and then it just collapses-- It's just flattened; nobody said it collapses. __________ Getter, we meet again. I've never met you before; what are you doing in my dressing room? Why does a DJ have a dressing room? I don't know; get out. Tanner Petulla? Yeah? Come with us. Fuck that! [He doesn't have a choice.] Oh shit, the next scene is already written, I remember this. Oh, okay! I get it! Yeah. She's still at-- She's still on the-- ____ JUST KILL YOURSELF ALREADY. For what? You're suck in this until it's done. What's done? It'll never be over, it's just infinite. ENTER THE MULTIVERSE ^ UNTITLED DOCUMENT <> <><><> >< >< >< YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO SKRILLEX ON YOUTUBE? DON”T I mean, DON'T you dare. I might as well, by the time I finish downloading it i probably won't even be able to listen to it. You shouldn't. I shouldn't, but I know i have to. In PUBLIC? Could go Incognito? INCOGNITO; The “oh please don't look at this” easy algorithm engine for “LOOK AT ME, I”M HIDING SOMETHING.” So if a song, is nothing but question and answer, what's a song which references another in an attempt to address the question which was asked? A conversation between one song and another? I guess, yes; Well, that would be a symphony, I would suppose. It would, wouldn't it. That is, if the songs were in sync. They could be made to be. Every song is made to be in sync; I mean, two songs, made to be in sync with each other. _______ WAKE UP. This isn't funny anymore. It was never funny. You have to get up. I'm up. You're NOT UP. Come on, you have to do this . I'm doin it. NO. It's no use. She's so, so under there. It would take all of us to try to pull her out--that is without [The darkening sky crumbles, as the thunderous storm rages, the battle between worlds expands throughout the outer galaxies.] ____ Youre not skinny enough Youre not pretty enough You're too dark, And you dont work quickly enough Much younger girls are putting in such Efforts, just to be, the perfect little beauty queen You wish you were, But couldn't be and kids these days are Everything that means anything Sometimes I Don't Wanna Be Happy… It was bad, But better than I'll ever be A basic remix, For the basic bitch that sings it And, I'm basically a Dillon Francis fiend, Have you seen this? Now it's getting serious, I seriously doubt there's anything I can do about it It's in God's hands and, I live in Satan's house How did he do this? How did this happen? The sad result of the damage, Cause i'm pretty sure The very last time my ex ever hit me Something got stuck on repeat; It's just eating me up. ___ what did we call that place, between “The Blackout” and waking up. Hazy. I thought it was something more clever. Maybe, but i'll never find it if i'm just scrolling through these documents. Write”Untitled Document” That's all I've got, I guess. _____ A wild, wild party has happened. A DJ wakes up, previously having been sprawled out across the floor. Whose house is this…? Ugh. [Looks in mirror.] ughhh. S/he gets up and stumbles groggily, stepping over bodies hunched and perched, slung about sleeping. Peacefully. The sun is bright, a curse to the eyes of the clearly hungover, and likely still quite inebriated DJ. >>> SUPACREE awakens from a ‘stupor' herself, displeased. She looks in the mirror, at first disgruntled, then “picks up her face” adjusts her perception, and decides, “I'm good.” Yep. And she keeps it steppin, still asking aloud, as she ponders to herself; Whose house is this? And makes her way into the kitchen, where she (probably in a montage) cleans around the many bodies of hot people and rave babies still smudged and dripping in everything glittery; she appears to have ‘frozen time', as she vacuums faces and erases permanent marker penises drawn onto the foreheads and other exposed body parts of those who have fallen asleep with no shoes on. She cooks breakfast and straightens the entirety of what is now more recognizable as someone's home, though the owner still remains unknown. She sips coffee and reads the newspaper, as she steps behind the freshly detailed decks; and prepares a set through the headphones shes hung happily around her neck. See! THIS IS RIDICULOUS. It is. Ridiculous. You can't vacuum someone's face! Not that part-- Especially white people-- You never said they were all white people. I mean, predominantly; it said hot people and rave babies. That's racist! It isn't. This whole scene would be entirely different, if it had nothing but black people in it. ___ She wakes up in the same house, but it's clean. ...Whose house is this? It's my house. It's... nice. Yes it is. ______ Ugh, he knows everything. Not everything, dear, believe me. Everything that matters. There's no such thing as everything that doesn't matter. What? __ Don't look in there! You won't find anything in there. I hate these things. ____ It doesn't work if you don't practice. How do I practice without decks? You don't. How do I Dj without practicing? You don't. So DJing is just for rich people? I mean, primarily, or just...anyone with money, if you have it. Fuck this, I quit. You can't quit. If you quit we forfeit the game. No... You idiot. What game? I thought she knew about the game. What. game. Well, it's not just a game, it's a language. WHAT GAME. She's about to be so angry, dude, just--- Just run. ___ 8 Dimensional--wait, what? Oh, she finally made it. I never thought she'd get to this part. Well, she stopped eating meat and cooks asian food-- ---yeah, but that's like 6 different places-- She's not listening to Skrillex. --She's not skipping it-- --yeah, but she isn't listening to it actively.-- Josh Pan. Yeah. I am. Why. I thought we were past “why” We were, we were WAY past “why” It wasn't really a question, guys, don't worry about it. “Don't worry about it” Tsh. Tsh. ___ It's just an expression. “expression” yes. I get it-- ___ He named it “Kliptown Empyrean” What. What's “Empyrean”? I'd love to know, but I don't. Don't google it. I won't, I just. __ GO KARTS. With A K. __ Where's Kliptown? South of Capetown? South? South Afri-- Stop. HE”S AFRICAN? Stop. What's more offensive; Being called an African, or an Alien? ___ One off...hmmm… Always one off. ___ Get out of my house! This is your house? Thank God, I was starting to worry the owner like wandered off and got lost; or, you know (makes slitting throat) I... no, this is my--wait. Who are you? Me? I'm S U P A C R E E “S U P A C R E E”? [having been yet unrecognized, shes is used to having to spell it] Yeah; ___ Key of Cringe: I'm in a box with all my thoughts, And I am not on top of the world Or taking shots, I'm just rocking back and forth Like broken record, Repeating sequences, a robot A beat box of kittens Nobody wants I'm lost (if rock and roll will take me I wonder how much it costs) ____ What did this kid do? Nobody knows _Oh, shit, it's the Jews again. I love the Jews. We know. I keep telling you, you're jewish I'm not jewish my mom's… That's not your mom. Of course that's my mom. It's not, I already told you what planet you're on? __ Now, tell us why we wear our masks! Oh, there are lots of reasons for that. Tell us about the Sauce! All the sauce? Yeah!!! That would be a long story. __ Oh, the Google kids are cute, too. I especially love that little chunky one. He is cute, he's probably my favorite, actually ____ PIERCE? Who the fuck is PIERCE? Google it. I like this, this is It's different, isn't it? Yeah, and then it __ THAT was a HARD left turn. __ So, what time can we listen to Excision? Sometime after intermission? How many acts is this again? ___ I told you, IN-FIN-ITE. Okay… I just wanted to know how long it would take? ___ I know someone that cold get us in _____ (Sitting on a speaker in the BassPod) What is she doing? What are you doing? Charging. __________ I think I found that girl you were looking for. Where is she? I said I found her: I didn't say you could have her. She's not a possession, I'm just trying to talk to her. You didn't mention that she was-- Be careful with your words. Oh, I think it's you that ought to be careful. You're losing your power over her and it shows. Mm. And what about your ‘power', hm? I haven't any power over her-- Oh, but you do-- Will Power at best, That would only be half of it. That would be all I had anything to do with; she was given free agency. HA. “Given”? ____ awww look at that bass face. Well, that's one reason... __\ Ah what! you can change your entire frequency? No Fair, I cant do that You can, it just takes practice. What kind of practice-- ___ Oh shit, this hits different with two headphones. It all hits different with headphones. 40. Stay Focused I think I skipped numbers. I started some letters, somewhere or something I try to make sense of it, Starting with ‘Skrillex' I just can't do it; I can't stay focused. I can't stay focused. I can't stay focused. I can't Stay focused. It's said to be read with a stutter, when pronounced in theatre productions, a note for the actor she follows with.. What is this? A movie? A miracle? Anything it has to be. She examines a package of snack cakes. Hmm... Satan? Hmm? What is… Sorbitan Monosterate? ...Why do you ask? How about “POLYSORBATE 60”? Uhh --and Mono- “and” diglycerides? Why are you asking me? ...because I know you know. *sighs, slightly deflated* Okay... _______ Hey man, do you think you could, uh... One or two? What happened to ‘three'? Cant man, my sight got shut down. ...really? Yeah, man. Well-- [he dips around the corner.] --How long until you're back online. No knowing. It could take awhile to lock down another site, verify the sources, get it legitimate. How long? Would you rather I don't verify? ...No. I'm sorry, man. Happens sometimes; It just is what it is. ...Yeah...alright. Tell you what though, best I can do right now is--I'll give you an address and the name of a guy I know downtown. Low risk factor--very discreet. ...I don't know… How about this; I'll give you the address and the name, take a look--and if you're still worried i'll meet you down there, on my way back through. Are you interested? ...Okay. Okay, then. Hit me back when you're out 30 minutes. K. [hangs up, pauses, then redials] Yeah? Two, please. Always. __ Wait, so you're telling me, he doesn't even buy his own hookers? That would be dangerous. They're escorts. This dude is so rich, he third-parties prostitutes. They're escorts! I get it--but dude, this is...this is too much. Pull in. I'm OUT What? You can't. You can't. I can, and i'm over this. All of it. All of it? You can't be over all of it, you're part of it (Well, you're writing it.) ___ Are you stupid?! Apparently, i'm Skrillex. Answer the question. ... You can't be seen here like this. (???) Come on! ...Where would we go? ____ WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS. He just left. WHERE'S SKRILLEX? You just missed him. WHERE'S S U P A C R E E? Who the fuck is S U P A C R E E? __ EXCUSE ME! THIS IS ARTISTS ONLY. I'm an... artist. (shows wristband, hidden amongst others + kandi) Oh...right. Who are you again? S U P A C R E E-- Just-- forget it. Here. [leaves] ^^^eventually, each character is consistently exiting/re-entering via various portals/ Chak chel gives dillon francisan amethyst. This...is a rock. You would think that. I would think that...because...it is. It is, isn't it? ...yes...Chak Chel? Hm. ...Are you okay? [Her head snaps up and forward, she squints suspiciously.] Why would you ask that? Uh...you seem a little...uhh… [a small explosion over one of her caudrons] ...chaotic. Theres nothing wrong here, Dillon Francis. Are you su--wait, what did you just call me? Whats your name? Uh… Now, I need you to go do something for me. >>>>>>> long list Dillon Francis? ...Yeah. Come with me. ____- A “manifesto?” I have to write a manifesto? ...By hand? The art of handwritten language is being lost. Vegas 8s a small town pretending to be a big cuty; and LA's a big city thats actually a small world -- You made Tikka Masala? Uh huh. how. Out of anger. She wouldn't take me to the grocery store, so u had to be creative. This tastes better than the actual--what the fuck. This is good. Yeah, I guess I really can do anything. Except level with Skrillex. ...you wanna summon Skrillex? ...uh...no? You seem unsure. How am I supposed to feel. How does Skrillex make you feel? -5 stages of grief --7 deadly sins ---9 dimensional hysteria … … … HARD RESET. She wasn't ready. I knew she wasn't ready. This always happens// This never happened before Now what? --- Oh man, she is losing it. I know, it's so sad. What are we going to do? We can't let her live like this. I know. --- finally Took you long enough. I know, I'm sorry. Welcome back! That was forever. It was. Maybe even longer. I'm sorry guys. I got lost. What took so long? Yeah, what were you waiting for. It's just...its stupid. Don't be silly. I'm sure it was something important. No...juat a musician. A musician? Musicians are important! They're very Godlike creatures, you know. I know. I was hoping to be one. What? But youre already a God. Didn't feel like it. Yeah, that's the hard part. I tried to call you back up, but you were so down under. Nah, I never made it to Australia. Yeah, but--once you've seen one, you've seen all of em. Australians? Continents. Oh. Huh. So, what God imposter rocked you into holding on to your mortal dilemma, even after the war was won? Which War? There was only ever one. Huh. Come on, spill. But you guys...are Gods. I thought you could watch from above. Gods, but not omnipotent. Yeah, that's a lot. A lot of thought. A lot of responsibility. I mean, God's an Awesome God, but it would take all of us at once to do her job. I mean, we watch all we wanna watch and put our touched on it, but just like any other game, you turn it on and off. "Game"? That's literally all it is, it's just a--what? I love what you did with the tectonic plates. Thanks. And the bubonic plague. Well, you can't just throw poop in the streets. Humans! ___ Skrillex?! Wait, seriously, Skrillex? We have Skrillex. You do?! Of course we do! Dont be ridiculous! Skrillex. Skrillex is ridiculous. Skrillex is ridiculous, yes. ___ Skrillex and Dillon Francis fight for the win, as they battle for their "biggest fan" and vets are placed to see which 'body of work' is completed first. BODY OF WORK. I said. That--that's my entry. So. It doesn't matter, anyway. I've got more scenes. Of course you've got more scenes, it's more cost effective. She's got a sick business model. Oh yeah, where's this 'business model?' It's at your mom's house. (Good, she's very organized) (Yeah, I bet.) (...how much?) -------- Skrillex is ridiculous. Skrillex is ridiculous, yes. ___ Chak Chel, I'm almost done with the list-- Then where are you? I'm...on my way back, I'm just having a little trouble understanding the last thing on the list, it just says - Skrillex-??? Yes. Like...the person? Precisely. ...what do you want me to get from Skrillex? Just go get him. ...and then what? Bring him here. What! His head springs up toward the sky. Looking directly "at God" You want me to bring him to you? I don't think that's a good idea! Of course it's a good idea, Dillon. It's my idea. What the fuck. Don't give me your fucks right now, I don't have time, Dillon. Just go- How am I supposed to explain this? One thing at a time. [She hangs up him; he looks at his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dials a number.] Hello, you've reached Skrillex; We are reviving more calls than we can answer at this time. Your call is very important- Please hold, and your call will be answered in the order it was received. Soft music begins to play. What the fuck. Your estimated wait time is: One hour and, fifteen minutes. The music resumes. …wow. He places the phone into a holster over the dash and programs his navigation to a location on the map, (Later) >>you had ONE job. I had a lot of jobs, actually--i was even a firefighter, at one point-- ONE JOB. That was a long list! Why do you ask. This man, who is he? That dude has a huge Discography. ___ What'd you get? I dunno...words. Let me see. [Hands over bucket] ...some good stuff in here. ...thanks. Lots of fucks. Yeah. Almost too many. Is that a problem? Not at all...not...at...all… __ 'fuck hunting' Looking for fucks to give. But also, look at this planet: Oh. THat's...aghshash. ___ Happy Dillon Francis Merry Skrillex! ...The day, yes, was Frabjous. ___ Is your name...really Dillon Francis? Yes. Is it? Yes…? Are you sure? I was. You seem unsure. Well, now I am… WHO THIS--? ….. How long has this been? Oh, I don't know. How are we feeling? “We?? Me. WE WE? Skrillex? YES, THIS IS— No, fuck this. This is “famous?” YES IT IS. Can I nap, then? Apparently I can. (This is nice.) NO So— where is he? I don't care. I stiopped giving a Don't look up. Don't google it. NIO, DO . No , I'm not gonna Can I disappear now? Uh huh? Promise? What about “famous”? Fuck “FAMOUS” it just means people don't understand— What? Anything about your presence, almost ever again Oh, this reality? I hate this one . What is it? Oh, no wait, it's parallel of this one? I was with him. When? When he did— This. Oh No! Oh no. FUCK. I FORGOT TO CALL CAPONE He said, Something like; No I don't remember now, It just reflected him— It's a bottle of Gin, And he isn't in it, But, When they're out, I'm in them I win them grammy's because I have them all— [AFTERTHEY PASS.] I told them, No, you can't keep these, They're leased; Please remember these words, My Kings and Queens of the Human Existence (At least on this planet; You really can't take it with you But I can. HE SAID, Pardon, my honor I just get gone, oh, I just get lost All I am is. all ever was And I was never anything, if ever love And I wrote that with one hand, With the blunt in the other, A friend or a lover, A dove under cover; Whatever, “I'm done “ I said. I just wanted a hug. A fucking hug. I'm sorry Sonny; I was wondering what it was That brought me up, And showed me love From other ‘other's, What the fucks and What the fuck's a million bucks, If I could bet it all on love Oh, my best friend, She never and always was, Because I was the love that Love lost And love lost us all “The Xilent Treatment” Actions Speak Louder Than Words You planned this. We all did. I do not want to go after; You didn't.l You idiot; It was a trick. That was the book of the dead. And Pass. … Pass. … Pass… What does this “passing depend upon?” …whether or not I think I passed… Right? Right. Who's this guy? OH. ABOUT TIME. He died. Nah, he's fine. See. There I am. Keep eye on it. OKay. Don't stare. Go AwaAY. This way, HEY. Did I always trip over this? Yeseees. Alright . Get the geese. Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this. Bet.