“FRED BITES” INT. WINNEBAGO - DAY The inside of a beat-up WINNEBAGO hurtles down HIGHWAY 101. FRED ARMISEN (40s, looking deceptively sweet, a glint of manic energy in his eyes) is behind the wheel, foot pressed firmly on the gas. The speedometer needle is way past the limit. In the passenger seat, a frazzled-looking BAND MEMBER #1 (30s, anxious) grips the dashboard. In the back, BAND MEMBER #2 (30s, spacey) stares blankly at the ceiling. BAND MEMBER #1 Slow down, Fred. Seriously. FRED

Tales of a Superstar DJ I lie to my audience I have been miserable I've been exhausted I've been in circles Fatigue from motorcycles Terrorism, politics I'm in tension Hypertension Residents inspections Why are all these people so beautiful, And I am not? What i would give for eye lashes, Eyes, A smile, A torso, Tight skin But if i run a mile in my mind, I'm higher But the photobomb company would never hire me. I think i'm a lie. I don't know how unloaded I am I'd give my life

God? Prod. by Blū Tha Gürü. ( -Ũ.) Composed/Lyrics by C'cxell Soleïl I don't care at all. I don't care at all. What is your name? Where are you now? Why are you here? What are you bout? Is it for fame? Is it for clout? What is your name? Are you a God? Why are you here? What are you bout? Is it for fame? Is it for clout? (/Are you a clown?) Why are you here for? Where are you now? What is your name? Are you a God? What do you fear? Where are you now? What is your

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

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 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

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

I had plenty of moving boxes, just in case of whatever. I didn't feel like I was home–perhaps this was the cause of the depressive mess. I was working out okay, and eating…okay… kind of. –besides being unable to actually tell if I was hungry or not unless the circumstances were extreme. Lentils and pasta with garlic salt–cause I don't give any kind of fuck right now. I knew something might be wrong when I was just eating raw cabbage with squirts of japanese

Suede. (Uptown A) Single - 2025 insta: iamu.guru | YT: Youtube.com/@thefestivalproject (Visualizers +Catalogue) TikTok: FREE DOWNLOADS: https://www.iamu.guru everything is free for download. love to you and thanks for listening. Thanks G-D I've only got rice pasta! Remove the o for observance of the holiday and yet Phonetically it just doesn't make sense Forget it, Patient weather I still have the bare bones And Hey— No writing on Passover, either? It is work! Okay( that's a

Title: The Banana Anomaly Logline: When sentient, aggressive bananas take over a small town, two unlikely heroes must overcome their bickering and fears to stop the potassium-fueled chaos. Characters: BERNICE (30s): A fastidious, somewhat neurotic librarian. RICK (30s): A boisterous, overly confident (but secretly insecure) used car salesman. Scene: INT. SMALL TOWN LIBRARY - DAY SOUND of frantic shushing BERNICE, with her hair in a tight bun and glasses perched precariously on her nose, stamps a

…If you haven't seen him at his worst… WHERE'S MY SHIT?! …yo…you are so evil… [*breaks everything*] …Then you don't deserve him at his best. I'm your host, Jimmy Fallon And this— Is TRUTH OR DARE?! ‘ This dude is easily the best villain ever. Easily. {Enter The Multiverse} Blue eyes, it is. I wish, I wish, Be careful what you wish for, Or cook in a Petri dish The world is a stage, The people a plague The magic

‘ I don't want to be the reason, I could never know you— And I don't want to be the reason I could never love you' ‘Weird dreams, bro.' I had woken up with a song in my head I just flat out refused to sing; I knew it wouldn't come out the way it sounded in my head. it was beautiful, but the dream was a sentiment in itself — starring Lindsay Lohan, of course, still a redhead. Apparently we were sisters—same father, different mother; waking up, though, was

Oh dear God. What is this place? It's right …now. Are you telling me I'm in a dead girl's house? You're dead, Major. Yeah, but I watched her die! Well then, you had better take some preventative measures this time around. So you're saying— Still alive now; and if you play your cards right— I don't have any cards—and what game is this, anyway? Just keep the little psycho out of danger. Have you met this woman? No, I'm postponing that until much

Whips and chains, oh yes Leather collars, harnesses Plush encounters, fur lined walls And neon countertops Painted in gold, Tame, and made silent Kept underground, as always Your secret. What happens in cerulean stays in cerulean I only smile when I see the color yellow and then dream of him, Seeking nothing but solace At the concourse, we converse momentarily And then go our separate ways Forever and always Forever and always Your secrets I smell like dirt And arrived in the

That's enoughAnd it always was But the truth of the matter was, Someone asked for it I was doing nothing But living my own world Until who came along And on the assumption that three man told me to run, I run along Now take that hound out to the back and shoot it *fucks off and dies* Take that horse right back to the barn and burn it down (i almost left the horse in the barn) Now take this damn hole out of my heart, Or just eat it out Or let me bleed Or tear me to shreds

They own everything . Everything? I'm saying— Everything. Wow. NBC and Coca Cola, huh. Nice wager. Whatever, I still haven't been paid yet. Exactly. There that bitch go. Aha. Caught ya red handed! Or green handed Whatever— just Let's drop a house on this hoe. Facts. What kind of house? Idk? Make it like a duplex? How many stories; At least 3; At least And a basement. Correct. Just make sure she end up under that hoe. [a house drops on

Track 02. Avant-Garde. I_NY. (The Studio Album) Uptown A, -Ū. I_NY. is out now—give it a listen! YouTube: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lJA5QcV0YzxJ5oc_CwSyfnGXWAbDpNMvw iTunes: I_NY. (The Studio Album) by Uptown A & -Ū .https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-ny-the-studio-album/1777071731 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4bj5gXMZXiWujnIps54vz9?si=TKwRe-yYSM2_8bwZ2sQhuQ Apple Music:

Do you hate me? Only a little. Like, really? I hate you. I knew it. Yeah. I knew it, too. At the end of the darkened stage, the two actors sit in matching overalls; red and white plaid shirts tucked underneath and brown work boots; another spotlight stage right opens on a third actor, who crosses the stage; she dawns the same attire. The train is coming! The audience begins to roar with applause as the third actor enters the stage, almost preventing her from delivering her

winter has come. Ft. Uptown A A very dark skinned man, athletic build and tall introduces himself. He appears to be some type of fitness instructor. MOZU (In African accent) Hello! I am MOZU! PATRICK Oh. Hello, Mozu. MOZU (In very clear American accent) How we doin'? There is a slight awkward break and short pause before he continues, laughing. MOZU CONT'D Haha! Got you! Thought I was African, didn't you? PATRICK (awkwardly) Wouldn't have mattered! MOZU That one always gets