Be Here Now. Track 04. jump off.

Hey look. Jimmy Fallon knows you're a targeted individual— And wants you to like, Stay the fuck away from him. Uh huh. [redacted] Don't you mean censored? No. I know that. So I'm going to make it real nice and crystal clear that I'm determined, That when I kill myself, Everyone knows I was writing this completely divinely inspired saga Not for attention, Or even entertainment —but with the complete acknowledgment that something has gone tragically wrong in this country That its own people can be tortured and followed, led on by the media in an attempt to control and diminish the psyche in order to promote a politicized agenda — But also that I find his puppetry and obedience to the eye of the media fascinating enough that nothing could stop me from writing this— I mean nothing at all— Could keep me from translating whatever was channeled and deviated to me through the stream of consciousness. That's fucking tragic. This is a betrayal of everything humanity was supposed to stand for in the first place. Mankind has sold us out to the highest bidder. It is puppetry. But have you met the puppeteer? I own 8% of the conglomerate medias That's not so much. That's more than none. Hey, What the fuck do you want? Give me a dollar. Does this serve any purpose other than to prove your disability to function in modern society and further support the claims towards your emotional and mental instability? Go offline. For what. I want to show you something They're using 5G. What. Your phone signals. What are you talking about? They're transmitting data using your vibrational frequency using your cell phone. That's why the weird dreams. Yes, that's why; And why your phone keeps turning off and on randomly and toggling the controls. Okay. Okay?! Okay. What the fuck am I supposed to do about it. Look, just go offline; and stay offline. I gotta find Fallon before the rest of this shit hits the fan. Oh, it hit. Hits harder. [beat] Thank God I'm not attracted to you. Likewise. [pause] Wait. PREVIOUSLY Fuck, Idk what era of SNL this is. A pencil… That should do the trick! You're a weird dude. You know that? Yes. Alright, as long as you know that. Wait, wasn't the 5G band the 8G band. Idk, fuck this place. {Enter The Multiverse] If you hang yourself, I get free nachos. Don't bet on it. I can't afford the rope. Darn. Did you ever stop to think— No. I don't stop to think. That's your problem. You stop to think, and I just do. Alright, alright. Yeah. Shut up. Why are you mad at me? Because God gave you everything and you're still— Why are you angry?! All I wanted was a family. . 6 lines later and I still can't *not* feel my face. What are you doing? Readdressing my cocaine dependency. With more cocaine?! I said readdressing. Not intervening. Don't you mean reassessing? No. *snorts another line* Maybe. Just jump already. Actually, I was thinking about bleeding out in the bathtub. (That sounds nice. ) —but if I kill myself my son will inherit everything and you know what happens then? He gives some of my earnings to his father. Fuck that fat wifebeating piece of shit. Seriously?! That's your plan. That's the plan. I kill myself, he makes bank. So—your reason for not completing your mission, is out of complete spite– —contempt— –Spite–for the man who beat you? Beat me and took my son from me. I just can't. Neither can I. Now— Where's that asshole. MEANWHILE, in THE BLACKLANDS. Do. Not. Care. About. You. I know that, No one does— That's why I'm deprived. You mean depressed. You're a psycho. Most legends are psychos. That's why we write— And then don't survive. I confided in you. You shouldn't have. You sold me out. You realize the media was playing us against each other this whole time, right? This bitch is crazy. “She lost her mind.” I listened to the show— If all that happened to me, I would be losing my mind. Well what if I did happen to you? I can't understand what you're asking. I need you to listen to me. I am listening. To everything. I need you to listen to me, and I mean really listen—because if you don't I can't keep any guarantee that you will be safe: Whats safe in this world anyway. Almost nothing. Amen, I'm being serious. What's serious, anyway? {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.