“The Hacker” Action, Drama “I'm going to show you the inside of your very own world.” A completely unknown hacker Codenamed ‘Fxceless' (Faceless) single-handedly hacks the entire US intelligence systems and secret service, staging a one-woman coup to forge a one-on-one meeting with the United States of America— though as it may seem this is an act of terrorism, the hacker, an unarmed and unassuming female of otherwise average makeup, has shifted and

Having my own place in New York was cool—very cool— on paper, but the logistics of it were something else entirely. I hated it, and I wanted nothing more than to escape. It was a dirty, noisy Hell with too many people— and too many places to go that I couldn't afford. I could no longer focus on anything but panicking, freaking out, trying to escape. Everything was crooked and jagged edges — it was as if the city itself was the epitome of mental illness as a whole; the

Hey, son. …Bandit. Bad Son was a long, lonesome fellow Bad Son was a her in truth; Bad Son was sad and mellow Bad Son with the men was ruthless. Long time. Not so long. Do you know why I called? Parental obligations? Something like that. However, you should know. I obliterated the Hawkeye. —he's not dead. I know that. Obliterated? Defeated entirely with his life still intact. But why. But why not? Why soare a life so unkind as to be made

{Hot Little Number} All right. Ah…, you know what? I don't feel like making a mix tape . My mix tapes have been lackluster lately. What up? I'm recording daily for the show right now. I don't have a plan or anything like that. I'm just, uh, what am I doing? Oh. I am, uh, I have to take some time. *weird surfer laugh* between right now and the next song on this album and whatever else I'm doing. I'm also, um I'm like weird. I'm I'm reclaiming my time. Um, my sleep schedule is

I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements;

[The Identity Crisis] The identity crisis, A loose knit muse, A fog of confusion At most, let with offline regaining of conciousness. No more monsters? All blondes are. Let them have you No grapple promotions (I know I can't afford you) New friends for relevance Prototypes of your tools Forward all immortals I'll see you when your shows stop Freckled glances Eyes reflecting light How strong I am Demolish monsters Social structure, constructs Not fair, are I? Nor earned, Only

LYRICS Youre such a super entitled, sick Son of A Gun But don't you forget -- you're still the one with the gun; you're such a super entitled, sick Son of a Gun-- but don't you forget: you're still the one with the gun! (you're so stuck in your world, you're so stuck in your world, you're so super entitled, so suicidal) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're so stuck in your world. ARTWORK: the

LYRICS Youre such a super entitled, sick Son of A Gun But don't you forget -- you're still the one with the gun; you're such a super entitled, sick Son of a Gun-- but don't you forget: you're still the one with the gun! (you're so stuck in your world, you're so stuck in your world, you're so super entitled, so suicidal) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're so stuck in your world. ARTWORK: the

Just shoot him in the foot. Let's go. [a bullet rings out from the gun and ricochets onto the light fiture and around the room before hitting a wall.] Bullet proof loafers! Yessir! Who does that. They're steel toe! You, my friend, have enemies. And who says I have friends. Ah, shit, that's right. What, what happened? I gotta kill this guy before aa Listen to me, and listen to me good, okay? Ok, Robbie. This shit— Is priceless. I believe you. Then why

Just shoot him in the foot. Let's go. [a bullet rings out from the gun and ricochets onto the light fiture and around the room before hitting a wall.] Bullet proof loafers! Yessir! Who does that. They're steel toe! You, my friend, have enemies. And who says I have friends. Ah, shit, that's right. What, what happened? I gotta kill this guy before aa Listen to me, and listen to me good, okay? Ok, Robbie. This shit— Is priceless. I believe you. Then why

They say new York drinking water is some of the cleanest— don't buy it!I saw a billboard that said 8 glasses of tap water will prevent a heart attack. That's because it already has so much asprin in it! Yooo! Don't drink that! “Some of the cleanest drinking water in the country” Then what the fuck is in the tap water in the rest of the country?! New York tap water ain't right! It's not. Even my brita filter is like “Well, I'll do my best” But it

I Am the Greatest DJ and Music Producer in the World My journey to becoming the world's most skilled DJ and music producer is a testament to the power of resilience, the strength of the human spirit, and the transformative power of art. It's a story woven from threads of adversity – threads of obesity, homelessness, and poverty, all born from the trauma of leaving an extremely physically and psychologically abusive relationship. These challenges, which might have broken others, became the

He dropped his album and made me feel as if everything I had done was absolutely nothing at all. It was nothing, actually— and that's when I realized I'd been in New York for two years with no actual progress. Sure, I had my own apartment and a makeshift studio that either was or wasn't suitable for making music on any given day or at any given time— But I was still broke, lugging around my groceries in a cheap backpack, and out of all the clothes in my closet, maybe 3 articles were

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a

Awe, poor Mr Aldridge, Or whatevever you call him He's got the cocaine monster The cocaine monster Even poorer, though, is ms. Monroe, She's homeless, Surfing the couch down below, But little does she or anyone know She's got the fame monster Oh, no COCAINE! whoa Ain't nothing like fame Ain't nothing like pain All you need is a little cocaine Olay the game, kid NO! COCAINE! Woah She wants to be famous He wants to be 6 feet tall, Whatever his name is Poor Mr

Say it ain't say, Pete Say it ain't so Tom's on the run And they all had to go I'm the man in the hat My cups half full I paid a whole dollar For a walk on role Say it ain't so, Pete Tell me I' wrong I've been waiting here all night long Two man down, but one had to go Had a good walk, But I'm still on the run Say it ain't so, Pete {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

3 DJs on a boat, sleeping. One wakes up. Hey—! Isn't that Skrillex? No… —and isn't that Dillon Francis? No. Yes it is! It's not.. DJ Dillon Francis. Yah! See! Woah! I told you! What happened to ‘em? Just sleeping. Go away. But that's, Skrillex and Dillon Francis; and— No, these are my dads. What? [later] Wake up? NO. DONT KILL ME. I hate the ocean. Shut up. U! You know u?! What is he doing

IMm not gonna wrote that. Oh, come on. Not an honest chance. An honest one? What the fuck. Ah. ^.^ i don't buy. Go ahead. The bidding war for edc slot times has begun. WHAT? It's still EDC. EXACTLY BITCH. You know what. Next this thing: I'm playing at NINE. YOU CANT SURPRISE EVERYONE TWICE. SURPRISE. look. What. Here comes foghorn leghorn. Who the fuck is THAT? Wow. Okay. that's his name?! I fucking guess. And he shows up at the rave,

The one time It might actually be a good thing to pull the Jack… I've been handling well with the Ace [Full House] I was on time, but what I did after, Or where I went [I didn't] I can't recall. Now's not the time for that. We're behind and off schedule I'm failing at everything, i think. Mud on my mind. What a card; What a game when the whole deck Is Jokers. What a card, The Jack What a game with a whole deck made of Jokers Meanwhile, The hosts and magicians Are

Apple cider vinegar How you tryna win de war Ice and sugar, hufflepuff Tell me when you've had enough WILL FERRELL YOU IN TROUBLE NOW, GUH. There's not even a scrap of shirt beneath his worn and tired full coverage overalls—well, once full coverage, anyway. It might have been a long time since these overalls “fully covered” anything. Oh how that demon attacked me in my sleep last night. Like that part. Don't worry about it, I've got a sayonce coming up that