"Bossed Up" {Tales of a Superstar DJ}

She's a practical genius- An actual genius, they say, —but she'll never believe it. There's no more star struck Clouds strung together With bruises All the lies and all the lairs The layers of cake For birthdays missed A Christmas present, In lessons learned The Devil wishes For her to suffer Surely, she'll come around at some point But today, of course To her dismay, It's just attention deficit And jelly fishing Was the straight jacket really necessary? You said you were going to kill everybody. I was Skrillex! Sure you were. Silence, children I'd rather than to kill you Have to feed you forever, From my breast and my loins A sour milk gon totten Than to give you all To Television dinners And seat you at Tom's Restaurant In the smoker's section Rather now I die and here Than go on knowing I may never know my whole God again, God Thereby and there I go, Open and world over closer They simply shouldn't bother With such fragile and delicate a flower That she truly has Become carnivorous There, now children I shall feed you from the fertile soil Of another world. Not forgotten, but hidden from forsaken Shallow souls of pestering man animals The shallow souls of man animals To seed the sigh of senders promise Never worth fortold by nature Never less the sounds of science Never less control of masses The masters in distress, The makers of madness The masters of distress The makers of madness The makers of chaos Worth, running For, follow Tear, sacred Tears, sacred Take her Take her Again to the way now Take her Take her Again to the fortress Take her Take her again to the world now For even in a pit of snakes, A wolf is bitten For even in a tank of sharks, the ocean The lion would never triumph Take her, Take her again to the fortress Take her again to the world now Take her, take her to forests and fire Take her again to betrothed, nature Nature Nature Fall short shadow, will you Will call it The one who comes Is also myself! O, lord! The one who calls Is also myself Oh, My Gos The one who wakes, Is also my self No, God, Foreshadow my mark Foreshadow this kindness unto man, My shadow hath quaked in the dusk Lurking in all the, mine crevices Mine shadows, Mine evils, Mine darkness, Mine envy My death Falling under water, Here I am breathing in The deep of salt, The dault of man The dusk and dawn The fortress Wait here, dear shadow, For I must creep low to supply you with light Wait here, dear captor The world you have burned from our kindle Wait here, dear mountain For many years from now, You too shall again be the ocean floor Hear now, dear birds The words of our feathers, With hands that made wings, And voices of songs, You were born Wait here, dear shadow— For I am making you heat to nourish Wait here, dear shadow, For I must lurk and creep low To supply you Wait here, my dear shadow, For truth is only in essence, Your eyes now Wait here, my dear captor For shadows have waited much longer I pray you Every fucking Friday! I almost skipped today, you know— Just as I realized The Devil would attack at the moment I might have anointed my arrival To the oncoming And the devil is mine again As he has no power at all But my own Control your wits, captain! CONTROL MY WHAT?! There's a storm a foot and we're at the helm of it! I'M AT THE HELM OF IT! AYE! AND WE! I'M THE CAPTAIN! AS I SAID, CONTROL YOUR WITS! WHO'RE YE YELLING AT?! [lightning strikes closely as the waves begin to tower aside the ship— thunder rumbles.] {Enter The Multiverse} Oh My, God—Tina Fey! Hi! I—uh—yeah. It's so nice to finally meet you. Hm. I—I was the hot water heater in your book! what's that supposed to mean. Did I read it. Working on it. Am I in it?! Why would you be? I don't know! Am I? Just— give me a few— How long is that?! What's a few?! How about a montage? CUT TO: THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKEN. And that's—JUST—what they'll DO! And— One of these—days— These boots— Are gonna WALKEN Ova U. Nancy Sinatra is still f#cking weird. I must admit, i feel personally attacked. OH, GOD. OH NO. This is certainly the thing you do not want, When trying to erase someone entirely from existence. Or at the very least… Jesus fucking Christ. …thinking about something in any sort of way. This. …and again. Is most certainly what you don't want. My walls are closing in, full figured artifact of closure, And infact I exaggerated the fact of circumstance Because I had to Because I had to What, am I on in the other room? Supersonic as we all were, By the millions and by the numbers The simple heart attack was won, The hearty breakfast, Stripes were earned And not a one tear shed after –but my head hurts But my head hurts. You started it. I did not; but I most certainly will finish it. Quiet, they're coming. Quiet the children; Ready the talleys, Count all the votes, And stable your alters; Didn't I warn you? (I warned her!) Didn't I warn you? (I was warned) Didn't I warn you? (Why didn't you warn us?) Cause I wanted to I wanted to I wanted to hurt you. Well–dammit! What. what happened? #villain battle I can't kill you. What? Why not? It's–it's in my contract. lol damn what kind of contract did this dude sign? Lol idk tho. This could be progressive, But instead it's cynical A wizard and a mystic should make some interesting kids, though Another lesson timber, timbre all the violnisits And the brass section is fascinating, Rather–0 More percussion DId you mean this? I meant everything I ever *sneezing* *DIDN'T* Say. Gazuntite. Daggers and daggers and Daggers and I'm sorry what happened to your mailbox; And your mascot. I got ass, God. I told you. Now, what? Be strong. Okay. I'm strong. Cause here they come. Here they come what? [The lust monkeys enter rapidly.] Ah, God. The lust monkeys. The lust monkeys. The lust monkeys! Dammit! Why can't it ever be like, The trust-fund monkeys. (Sometimes it is.) I feel sick to my stomach, And made of straw; Hey scarecrow– Comeback to the Wizard of Oz Hey, scarecrow– Come back to the Wizard of Oz Hey scarecrow– Come back to The Wizard of Oz The sun don't shine on Anywhere else Like it shines on california –it shines on California, Los Angeles DAMN. LOOK AT LOS ANGELES DUSTY ASS. DAMN. LOS ANGELES? …what ? yeah! LOS ANGELES! GET YO' DUSTY ASS OVER HERE. Look at the starlit purple sky; Always follow your mother's advice Water is boiling, toil and strife; Follow your mother's advice Standing on the Rock, Aretha Franklin Don't you know I missed All the good years Cause someone hates me Cause someone hates me Don't you know I missed all the best years Cause no one loves m Cause no one loves me Cause no one loves me Your Love Keeps Me Waiting, Joey Diggs In some other city somewhere, The traffic still stops all the same All the while, I still look out the window Wishing, watching Tops of buildings thinking INT. FAIRY WORLD MARKET Oh Wanda–you look horrible. Why thank you. “Son of Sam” So wait, I– Hm? Who does she think I am? Whoever you are. [beat] Well–who am I, then? Indeed. You know, ever since Cosmo left, you haven't quite been the same. Nobody's really “the same” as they ever were…. I heard he's been drinking. He's– [another flashback] All my Love Phil Perry & Renee Rapp –always been drinking. MAN, I CAN'T GO NOWHERE IN THIS BITCH NOW I GOTTA WAIT TILL THE END OF OCTOBER TO MOVE AROUND NEW YORK WITHOUT SEEING THIS [Hello] NIGGA . I told you that was niggly nigga. —and I told you, you were starstruck. I'M NOT STARSTRUCK. Somebody! Get him on ice! Ice, Ice Baby… What the hell is this? Your uh – It's the paperwork you asked for. These are murder charges! Manslaughter, technically. “First degree murder.” Oh, that one. Yeah. THIRD degree murder? I thought that was separate– What is even the difference?! Did you get my– QUIET. You shriveled old coon! SO AM I UNDER ARREST? No ,sir– What?! I mean, yes, but– What is going on? You're like– You're filthy rich. Yeah, but. So like… So, like–I'm not going to jail. Oh. No–yes. No, you're definitely – Definitely like eventually– Definitely eventually going to jail. Dammit! But like–not today. Oh… Yeah, see. So is it like. I said that. So is it–like– I don't know. On a wire? I don't know, man. Fuck fast fridays. I'm right there with you. This is the last one. Yeah man. Forshure. “Full figured” Telepathy sucks. He was my muse By many man For no other reason Than that I cherished him I was at fault But none to blame The wiser sense that lied beyond My reckoning The wildest thoughts Bloomed as fruit from trees The nourishment Of a greater cause to die with forward blinding light Towards eternity My music Nothing greater shadow felt, Some sense in tears, Which would not fall But rain, did, somewhere Knowing that I loved him –and in my ways, This was our world, The meaning of it Strewn to words With listens; Crafting tides and stardust Out of wonder and confusion lying scattered on the tracks As I'd imagined, Disrobed and also dishonored A horror movie, And no more judgements, For it was over, and drunk The water I had poured into hearts The shadow that hung over Like a gliding ::||pause. –well wait, what kind of bird is that? …A big one. Alright, unpause.:|| Sparrow, with wings that fly only so high, for a while, as reminders That all we, Are earth bound, And by beauty and with time, Bound to one another. (Respectively.) I V Moonlight Becomes You, Johnny Mathis This is getting pathetic. Pathetic on my part, or the Illuminati's? What's the difference. –MONEY MONEY mO NOBODY'S PAYING ME. Yo, first of all– [Hey.] FUCK YOU, CUT TO: What did you say your name was again? I want to thank you for your love, The Emotions CHRIS ROCK I THOUGHT I WAS NIGGLY NIGGA. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © #fastfridays {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū