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https://gofund.me/7d3da4e5 Linktr.ee/codenameblu Instagram.com/codenameblu.blu {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Humbled from entitlement Ashamed of my own displacement I'm on a tear I'm on a tangeant I was just here. But where have I been Most this year has passed And I'm still here, I still don't get it A divine circumstance Souls— So long, So gone,

https://gofund.me/7d3da4e5 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

https://gofund.me/7d3da4e5 ‘Festival Project' A Multimedia Saga And one day, this will all be a dream—and when you wake up to the light, you will forget yourself again. Festival Project™ is a multi-genre, multi-dimensionally mystifying and magical multimedia series, set against the backdrop of modern dance music-- i.e.” rave” culture-- combined with historical and futuristic elements of science fiction and folklore-- across expansions of space-and-time, unifying with

Let lost in Ū. Uh. What. It's peanut butter jelly time. Why? Why is it peanut butter jelly time. Uh. What. Cause I'm craving some bread— Yeah? Some butter. Let's go. Peanut Butter. Uh-huh. Wait. You said—butter? I said Butter. Then Peanut Butter— Then peanut butter?! what. This is toast. Damn. So it is. It is, though. Dude. I know, huh. What is your life. It is—this. This is— wow. I know

Do You Even Bonaroo? “Where Were You When The Bass Dropped?” I'd like to imagine myself to be a theatrical entertainer, given any time to plan a performance, I might explore a “lineup” likened to those I've enjoyed in the past, as an avid raver and festival attendee. Being as S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™ is intended to be marketed as a brand, as well as myself as an artist, it would probably fall into form that a 3-Act lineup which includes S Ū P ∆ ⓒ Я E E.™ would

Fuck all ya'll, your whole team is shady. Shady. Those are my Fieirce and Shady Tens. TENS. Quit it. TENS. Knock it off. TEN TEN TEN TEN TENS ACROSS THE BOARD. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Encrypted Extraterrestrial Frequencies Connection, or Coincidence: Some 20 years ago the artist that would come known to the world as Skrillex hands Joel Zimmerman, the legendary artist known to the world as deadmau5 a flash drive containing what would come to be an 8-time Grammy award winning album which, due to my own synesthesia, unlocked a hidden algorithm hissing amongst the complex frequencies of this very same album which unearthed ancient prophecies of extra terrestrial jnowñwge

As the earth moves below me Both hungry and lonely And thinking “if only the world were to know me” “You don't owe me anything” But I owe you everything I'd give you anything, Anything— Anything. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Satan likes his coffee black Like the way he made the day That heaven's gates would call his name And gave the keys to the kingdom To the heathens & demons, Amen If this is what it is, then "Love wins" is in another dimension Attention: I've given what I've given, Did I mention, It was just intuition; I am my own invention, I am unwhole, by admission Down the rabbit hole, Float down the River Styx and Count to 666 and Now I'm Dick Nixon in the 60's Hippie sickness is Thinking peace

Please. Give me your iPhone. No! No? (Takes I phone.) Is there a reason you don't want me having this? …no. No? —it's full of stuff. “Stuff.” Yes. It's— “Stuff.” Yes. — —and things. I know. Look. We had a deal. We had no “deal” We had a deal. This train just goes on forever, you know; Whether you're on, or off it— So get off, and back on at the wrong stop Once, if not just

You broke my heart (And the windows on my car) What was all that for? Now you you've started a holy war I've got scars on my arms I might love them a little more I guess you are what you are After all—you're a star I'm bat shit crazy, I'm Blind, so blind and now I'm Hiding in a life I decided I was mine I tried to find you Tried to find the answer Tried to find the time, And now I'm fighting suicide against denial —I still really love your smile I had to know—and

I wanna make dubstep. Dubstep. Yes. Why. Because. Why. I don't know. I just want to make Dubstep with my black girl magic. Half black. ...half-black girl magic. You can't. There's no such thing. Yes there is. No there isn't. Yes there is--if there's black girl magic, and i'm half black, then there's half black half black girl magic. Yess...but you can't use that to make dubstep. I can't. No. You can't. Okay...what....do I need to make dubstep?

Confidence don't come in a bottle; Could never be a model I am not, I am not beautiful Like you Like you Confidence might come in baggies; People can't stand me, I don't fit in I am not, I am not beautiful Like you I am drifting I am shifting I am lifting Wide awake and I am sinking I am thinking Way too much. . . Pretty is as Pretty does and Pretty is as Pretty was “She was, she was...” Pretty is as Pretty does and Pretty is she “Is she, is

WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHRISTMAS?! BEcause, you're in a movie. WHAT. You're stuck in a Hollywood movie. The Master Sorcerer Of the Grand Illusion You just want it so bad You don't know what you're in for Inquenchable Thirst for knowledge Insatiable Sexual Appetite {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

I'm lost somewhere, gone HIppopatamus feeling quite off in the galaxies, galavanting Gazing at Daisies Aces and spades Gone from Heaven to Hades for days On the A– Adjacent Recently dismantling adjectives, Lampshades and matching curtains God it hurts, every day that I think about you; But how can i be about you when You don't even see me, do you Signature consignments, Wrong environments and irony is, I wasn't invited– –but invented it {Enter The Multiverse}

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.