It was was more than just a dream, I fiend, I fall for you I come to grieve, Believe me, Evil seeks no need— No things, no bleeding; Clean; Decline to eat And cease to be, At least a week {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Captain. Fuck! For what? Well, duty calls. Where have you been. “Away.” For how long?! “Forever.” Ugh. Well. [beat] See you never. CAPTAIN. WHAT. I have news. Where's my coffee. Here. [Hands off coffee.] This is cold. Well, it's old. How old exactly. [shrugs] About—100 years. [sips coffee again] This is awful. —but not instant. Here's to that. [sips coffee again] Ugh. [beat]

Never felt so alone1- But got God on my shoulder She's got art on her; Better send him packing. I'm not asking you for a favor I'm not asking for anything l l Call it a theatre or maybe insanity Cathedral or sanctuary, actually Maybe I'll finally be happy l l l Be between the lines Can't imagine what I'd find in you. Cover my eyes Is it over yet Calling me out Or I'm over it Under the Sun but another one, Wonderful world is unconscious The come up from nothin is morally

Mixxes 4 My Exxes Vol. I - FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. [CC launches a ficus across the room, narrowly missing D, J, shattering against the wall The neighbors in the apartment next door can be heard muffled through the wall. What the fuck was that?! AGAIN?! They're going to kill each other. DJ —I think you should go. CC I think you should go! DJ It's my apartment. CC Yeah, but I live here. DJ With me. CC Well, fuck you. DJ [staring at the shattered ficus vase and

I'm having a really hard day; I'm having a really hard time I'm having a really hard time— Yeah, I've lived a really long life Sometimes the truth is just.lies, Sometimes, I can't close my eyes I'm having a really long day I'm having a really long life I wanted to sleep early and rise closer to dawn, to of course get the most out of my day and make up for the one I had lost, wandering around hungrier than usual, dehydrated, and spinning round, wound up and feeling more than

What did fame cost? What would it take? What was I missing? And of course— ‘How do I get there?' I needed to know. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Welcome to The Weekend Show with Mediumjay! Today I take off my shirt in honour of Bert Kreischer. I also talk about his newly anticipated movie “The Machine” as well as me getting back on instagram and releasing new music! New music links available here: https://linktr.ee/cashleaders Shirtless Video Version:

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?

The ‘-complications.' mixtape compilation series which focuses its internal monologue on the ideology of exploratory existentialism, using simple and classic mixing techniques into smooth transitions which mirror synconocities in time, musical elements, and lyricism to illustrate a vortex of collisions in cosmic omniscience, theming its recurring dominant soundscapes into a singular foundational focal point, and centering its multidimensionality into a gripping pull to return its emphasis on

Fuck Dillon Francis.

–AND WHEN I GOT THERE SHE SAID. MILEY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? SUNNI BLU IT'S YOUR FLOWERS! MILEY I CAN BUY MYSELF FLOWERS! [SHE ANGRILY TOSSES THE BOUQUET INTO THE TRASH CAN.] SUNNI BLU YOU ASKED ME! MILEY IT'S A CODEWORD. DON'T YOU SPEAK CODE? SUNNI BLU .;.I'M A RAPPER! MILEY WHAT KIND OF DRUG DEALER DOESNT SPEAK CODE? SUNNI BLU …I'm a rapper. MILEY Yeah! that sells drugs! SUNNI BLU —On the side! MILEY Speaking of on the

“She's going through my bag.” I thought to myself– the warm running shower over the back of my neck returning me fully to my body; It had taken something like an hour to return to myself– still within and yet so far out of my body, that the twisting and turning cosmic purple light of my natural aura became all of me, as, whisked away through space and time, pushed and pulled through all of the trauma I had endured certainly over the last few years alone, but the entirety of

{Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

{Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

SETH MEYERS is under contractual obligation by the NBC conglomerate to assist in gang stalking SUPACREE to shift her into the dimension where she is a writer/comedian. 9 minute drive—56 minute bus ride. How'd you know I'd take this bus? We always know. Who is “we” Oh, you know. No, I don't. Exactly. Illuminati—confirmed— You're not supposed to say it. Say what? Exactly. SETH produces a bundle of letters, fanning them out like a deck of

KASKADE enters obnoxiously. KASKADE YO. MAN. FUCK YOU, KASKADE. KASKADE [WATCH YOUR] LANGUAGE MAN, SHUT THE FUCK UP. KASKADE GET UP— FUCK OFF, KASKADE. KASKADE —And get dressed. I'm already dressed. [beat] KASKADE You call that dressed? —I'm not naked. KASKADE Yeah, but you're not dressed. Fuck you, dude. What did you do. I TOLD you not to play this song. I WASNT PLAYING. I was LISTENING. What's the difference! SUBWOOFERS

It's all history from here Whatever that means. I awoke with a song in my head, not my own, though—and the “fuck-you”s that came with it—an since I couldn't do anything but sit there and simmer in my boiling self hatred for even knowing the song, and the strangeness of the last night's dream still looming, which certainly hadn't been bad, but altogether strange—of course, the writer of the song still to often on my mind to find any comfort, a stiff and empty

Although I hadn't realized it at first, after that fight I wasn't the same, and though I somewhat quickly recovered morally, howeve somewhat defeated in the sense that my roommate did seem to have been overtaken my some demonic possession, perhaps even the devil himself as I knew it—as it didn't seem at as all provoking the situation as it had all turned out—and though I had won the fight, my soul had been thrashed about; what was it about my aura, or the soul itself that such a demon

*Slaps with t-bone steak* ITS SO NICE TO MEAT YOU. Get outta my peripheral; I told you— I'm an alien! Go somewhere I can't see you (So I can keep invading) We came in peace— —until we realized you don't have it here Get out of my peripheral I don't want to see you So what if it's over Better not hover Over me Like a helicopter Like a helicopter Now the (t)rain comes With a rumble Here we all are In the jungle As we all were Always I saw you Calling I

Just the thought of it was making my stomach churn–and though I was far off the thought or hope of stardom, especially from that of The Festival Project, there was something pulling me towards it; I had been planning to watch at least one episode of Drake and Josh with the hopes of any inspiration whatsoever to pull through connecting all of the dots and plotholes of seasons 6 and 7 of Enter The Multiverse–however, something low and deep inside of me had been stricken with such grief in