Our birthdays last a year-- Woah--thats awesome--! --and they're miserable. GOD. Happy Birthday, tomorrow I love you today —I love you asleep —I love you awake And when you wake up, the first thing I'll say is Happiest, Happiest Happy Birthday {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

A perfect world To find perfection in love; And to find love in everything... {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

COPYRIGHT PROTECTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY / CONTENT Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by

I'm tired. I don't want to go to this. We'll be lucky if we make it there before the guest list closes. And if we don't? Then we don't? I got nothin but time. That's almost accurate… What is this for again? PR. Who's? Who cares! Just keep your head down. Just keep your head up. Come on' this is what you wanted. I wanted cookies. And—you got them. I got played. It's your play! It's your game. I know, I don't like it. Well, change it.

Okay—we're all adults here— (Everyone nods, yesses in agreement) —except deadmau5. He's like 5. I have a name. Does anyone care? Okay, ouch. Oh, he feels! ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever. Lol. I drank a lot in the third trimester. He becomes a de facto villain— of course, because of his ridiculous name and of course, living in the shadow of his parent's fame and fortune. Who the fuck are his parents? JOEL Not it. Brand new

've been trapped in this tragedy; “What happened?!” I asked of the man, Who had to be tracking me, Damn. Cadences. It is that. Damn. What the fuck, Anandar Is in this acid?! This has to be the last of it “This can't happen again.” …But then it did, And then I ended it just listening to Dillon Francis? Skrillex? Which is it? I didn't plan this. I just happen to have hands, And I just happen to have crafted in my craft Spastic magic; Can't be

I'm not who you think I am; I'm not your little bitch to boss around– You think you own me? I don't owe you anything So here we go again Going, Going, Gone again I'm just getting started You were just, uh On your way? Goodbye, dearly departed Half a heart, or some odd I must have half a sword in here I'm half a God, But here you are I guess I should get talking then So call your mommy Run Call your mom on me, A soft spot on the blonded body Shot calling, wrong You're only

Tell me why The time Is speeding up Frequently, recently Do you see me? I see you in everything Tell me why (Tell me why) All these places, All these faces, All these eyes— Are mine, This time, this time— Sorry I'm Late Shazam You have a way, Of making me hate, making me hate, hate I have a way, of feeling ashamed Feeling the same way, same shit, new day Some things never change These are the ways, we are made (I was made to be famous) These are the ways, we are made

DIPLO, you dipshit. I told you. I had to! Now, we're fucked. We're not fucked— —you're all FUCKED— I told you. Welp, my bad. I hate you. No you don't. WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS?! I'm not here. He's right here. That's not funny. Let me see— Fuck this shit. WHERE'S MY HERO? I don't know… YOU DO KNOW. I know music… I AM MUSIC. ...I know you. WHERE IS IT? ...I lost it… WHERE IS— THOMAS?

The first time he wandered into the storefront, I of course immediately avoided any direct eye contact, as I typically did with any attractive Caucasian male, especially in thick glasses—not that I noticed who he was at all before Nick mentioned it—and not that I actually did believe Nick at all when he did; I had immediately looked away, anyhow, and rightly so. “You remember that show Drake & Josh?” , asked Nick coyly, as the man exited “What about it?”

This isn't funny anymore Everything is Skrillex And nothing is Skrillex Everything is asinine And no one is Sonny Extraordinary sightseeing Nothing is normal Everywhere to escape to With a guilty conscience Bad credit karma Bad regrets and sad faces Always falling in love with our opposites More of the bad things, Less in good graces Everyone's a DJ I'm just a blind space kid A recruit wishing to be a cadet A teenager in the basement with a Two Tom drum set And no kickdrum Caught inside a

Idol//Icon I'm an idol I'm an icon Depending what planet you're on— I'm a God I wrote the whole plot And it's just getting started Haven't thought of the sea, since I parted it I'm the whole rock that you're spinning on Now, move among, Mohammed I'm the reason for your Ramadan I'm offline I'm an idol, I'm an icon Have you all on standby, I'm an idol, I'm an icon Have you standing in line I'm an idol, I'm an icon I get what I want I'm an idol, I'm an icon I'm a God I don't

I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop— I'm stuck in a loop. . {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It doesn't make any sense to be hammering directly over my head in the same spot for two weeks. There's nothing fucking left to hammer. At this point ‘ 100 % certain it's just more psychological fucking warfare— My new roommate is fucking evil and psychotic— The look in her eyes says she's being possessed by some other dark force, the disgusting, hanging belly fat sinking below her waistline a mark of the devil himself. Stil, by no maneuverable—my life is

GOD DID REMIX Oh you gotta love it Oh you gotta love it; I could take a minute to spit What God did— (But God doesn't) IMm⏱ I'm just not feeling it today; Not feeling l creative; I get sick of l getting sick and contemplating All the complications; Hm. I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes No hate in my heart, but got love in my mind Maybe I try to find Direct like to divine, if Money is time make, Both of em mine Gotta be my own boss, No matter what it costs;

LEGENDS What did you DO?! What did I do? WHAT DID YOU DO? DID I BREAK SOMETHING? I told you, they're evil! Can they help it? No, at this point, it's just cyclical. No. No. No. (Flashback) “You sold your soul to music.” CUT BACK TO: I certainly did NOT. Ahem. (Before) “I'll trade then.” WHAT? She did say that. I did say that. Well FUCK. What was HIS deal? I don't know! I don't think anybody knows. Joel would know.

“Dad Likes Blondes” I must have dropped Joel's stone somewhere in a Columbus Circle, or near Lincoln Center—not that it made any difference—Manhattan was Manhattan, and it was as if all of midtown had something to offer from my everlasting past-present-future, which seemed to crossover from one life to the next, between deaths and all the strange arrangements of interwoven time that happened in between, these instances drawing me to people, places and things I needed to

Lemon zest, the rush The call of your name, for a run The taste of your fingertips, The brush of lust against the trees Again, I call for you I'm better off alone… Oh, I'm better off alone. I'm better off alone, Oh, I'm better off alone Just Leave Me The only thing here Is the kick getting through I couldn't care anymore if I tried I couldn't give a fuck if I wanted to Just one more look at you, I can't hold a candle! No more worries, And no more tear jerkers (and

I had been thinking it has been five years, but on this day—and of course, listening to I Remember, I used my fingers to count from the year2019, when it had all began—to this point, standing at the bus stop On Sutter, waiting for a bus that was the exact amount of minutes late that would have allowed me to finish my second 30-minute sauna session—the first of many in three days, as I hadn't been to the gym in another 3 days, and another 3 days before that—separated only by a

Psh. I'm not gonna fight over a dude. It's ********. He's just a dude. So what gives. I don't know. I told her to do what she wants. She wants you to die. We are similar. She's prettier. Okay? Wow, that's it--just ok? Give up already. I did. And yet, here we are. I'm the only one here. Let's not ignore the Skrillex sized elephant in the room. That would be impossible to ignore, If it existed.Have you ever seen a tiny elephant? Just you. What am I gonna