I'm looking for The Nigga, Skrillex? Oh— NiggaSkrillex? No, no The Nigga, Skrillex. So, Skrillex, The Nigga. ...no. Then, NiggaSkrillex. No, just— wait, which dimension is this? So I turned to a dark spirit- because here I was, with little money, and not enough love., to give anymore or to get anymore and the more I thought about it, as awful as it sounded, NAH, FUCK THAT. what. I know what you're thinkin' Jimmy Fallon— No you don't. I do! And

Under the invisibility cloak of illusion, I had allowed the foolishness in my unavoidable attraction to Dillon Francis to become an illustrated manifestation of colorized imagery, while however parallel to the romanticization which had consumed me entirely with Sonny, had become imagined as a faction in my mind as a direct result in of the tragedy that was being burdened to a body not as percívably, tiny, white, and likable as that of Kayla Lauren—I used my almost childlike crush on

My favorite part. You've seen this? I am this. Where is Skrillex? SKRILLEX: is she coming? ...is he watching? This is intense. Joel will know. [dials phone] All: “JOEL WILL KNOW?” You know her?! *smirks* [his phone rings] (Answering) This is Joel. “This is Joel?” WHERE IS SKRILLEX? I got him. IS THAT HER? — IS THAT HIM? It is him. LET ME SEE. He charges—supacree remotely shocks him. The Others glance back and

Sauce on An Empanada sounds awesome; waiting on a bus in the Bronx And I'm frozen Solid got a bottle water, A jar of peanut butter in my pocket, All I want is some love, but I'll settle for the sauna

Don't ask me about Dillon Francis I can't imagine a family with him; Nor could I fathom an anger management program or past abandonment banishment plan that would establish a dad-level of trust with the man, I'm just disgusted, sad, savage and rusted; krusty Krab frustrated, hushed and silenced by the hands of the establishment You go where the fuck you go You do what the fuck you do You feel how the fuck you feel You are who the fuck you are You see what the fuck you see You know who

FLASHBACK: SEASON 5/7 He's 5'7 now?! he's 5'2, he was just standing on his-- --stop this right now. LEGENDS: ENTER THE MULTIVERSE Fuck. What was it? It was a p— Well it was a *PR Lol. *PT cruiser Yeah, but it was— It was purple. It was a purple PT. Cruiser It was—but what else was it? Ugh. I forgot. Yeah, I bet. GOOGLE SEARCH shades of purple. Ooooh. PERIWINKLE. You fucking dumb ass. I mean, Jesus. How long has it been? At least

Absolute nakedness in the deep and hidden jungle, Darkened and wrapped in the twisted trunks of trees, roots reaching through depths beyond the mark of time or human eye; we are bonded and bound, bodied and blissful in primal, uninhibited, natural and divine consummation; the power of love become light… From the tip of my tongue, to the head of my swollen and wet, throbbing clitoris, I need you—only you. To taste, to touch—to slide my fingertips so sensually against your torso,

You went to fame school. Yah. With Skrillex. [Supacree is a Skrillex] Yah. —?! What!? Nobody goes to fame school— Wut. —with that guy! Wut. Seriously, Cree. What is your life?? —?! Wait, what?! Yeah, bitch! Skrillex was your PROFESSOR!? Lol n0o0ooo. I had Deadmau5z. awhat. And Armin. Armin Van Buuren?! Ya. And— CHRISTOPHER WALKEN vs. SUPACREE -_- —__^ *_- ^__\ \__/ *_*

Hate to admit it, But I'm still in love with you Guess you're locked up But I'm stuck, it's so miserable I hate to say it, But you're gonna break my heart I guess I'll play it, You're really a work of art Hate to admit it; But I'm still in love with you I'm still stuck out here There's no getting comfortable I hate to say it, But you're gonna break my heart I don't deserve you, Cause you're just a work of art Hate to admit it, but I'm still in love with you Hate to admit it, but

Work it//boy oh boy//RATATA RATATA/TATATA Didn't I already do this? Hmm. There's gotta be one more. Maybe I don't know. Who cares! ALRIGHT, THATS IT. Calm down, man. NAH. GET THE FUCK OUT MY BASEMENT. What the frick?! GET OUT — NOW. *meanwhile* INTERMISSIOn Oh shit, what the fuck happened at intermission? Or, rather— What the fuck didn't happen at intermission. I'M GONNA KILL YOU, MOTHAFUCKA. Damn, she's scary in a New York accent

In the fourth season: Joel uses Deadmau5, and MC music programming to hack The Grid and bring S Ū P A C R E E through the ascended realms and into Workd of Musuc, an a ended dimension where fame & fortune meet lost souls and kínderes spirits through the vibration of creative energy— S Ū P ACREE, a friend of the dead and the lonely beside them, learns to use her powers to shift quickly through the outer realms—now fleeing from, but never escaping— SKRILLEX—

Suddenly, I was warm all over—I looked around the room for a heating vent or whatever air duct might be responsible—there was nothing; it seemed to be coming from me. I was radiating all of a sudden, but unlike any way I had before…I wasn't happy at all, I'm fact, I was irritated, standing in the lobby of the women's shelter, already having jumped two trains and a bus from Brooklyn to The Bronx, and still needed to return back for my things. Some of which weren't even allowed in

I got water in my lung, But no more blood runnin through my veins Read between the lines, Stay the fuck outta my lane I am the greatest. I am the champion I retain information You are the lamest This is my game And you are just playin it You pay for the playlist I prayed for the A list And finally I made it —finally I made it —finally I made itX -Sunnï Blū. FLASHBACK: SEASON 4 Anandar ran off with the acid; Now I can' stand a man, or a hammock, I've been abandoned,

I watch countdowns at cathedrals; Collisions — encrypted visions Of existence, history, Political ambitions, Mysterious mentors, Missed connections, Telemiscommunications, Movements, symphonies, Revisions, Reimagined abandonment, And fantasies; —attack of the apparitions, Saints and Saviors, The greatest creators ever known We're often never known, till later. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL

the first drop gave me herpes. well, that's SUPACREE. needed it to be a leap year, but it wasn't , and although I was expecting a small amount of money on the 3rd, I had to depart lik/ on the first, and though I had roughly 4 days remaining in my stay, it had started to feel like the beginning of the end, from about the night before and into the morning, waking up sick and sore and most of all tired and hungry A Free Vegan is a term used to describe a person who practices veganism, but

the first drop gave me herpes. well, that's SUPACREE. needed it to be a leap year, but it wasn't , and although I was expecting a small amount of money on the 3rd, I had to depart lik/ on the first, and though I had roughly 4 days remaining in my stay, it had started to feel like the beginning of the end, from about the night before and into the morning, waking up sick and sore and most of all tired and hungry A Free Vegan is a term used to describe a person who practices veganism, but

CHAUNCEY STREET, BROOKLYN. NY. A knock at the door. ALEX lets our a deep sigh and places her phone down on the table; she opens the door. Her face is flush. Hey. Hey. [A mysterious man] lets himself in. Did you talk to her. Yeah. Is she still in New York. Yeah. She's still in New York. Brooklyn? I don't know. ‘You don't know' I don't know. —but she's here. In the city? Yeah! Okay. [the mysterious man] sets a stuffed white envelope on the table]

Here, they call with disco balls Stars in my eyes, but stars do fall First true love dies hard after all, No star shines bright as morning comes —(for) Sonny Five seconds of poop in my ears. ‘Strange' I had been listening to the same thing nearly every day for months; All of a sudden, it scraped against my senses in the worst way possible; ‘I don't want to hear this.' –and, I really didn't. For the first time in a very long while, I didn't want to hear

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may

THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE: VIDEO GAME >>Trashcan Dumpster Hobo Scavenger Peasant Slave Influencer Investor Entertainer >>> Employer (Slave Owner w/ 10+ Employees) Landlord CFO CEO Ambassador Diety Fallen Descendant ??? Ascended Magician Alchemist Creator Genius God To start the game, you must die. There are several various ways to enter “DEATH” upon starting the game; Each death will result in a separate possibility and ability to affect the outcome