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  • Ūtopïa 01. rave gone wrong.

    Ūtopïa 01. rave gone wrong.
    2025/04/23

    She doesn't even have a name

    My pussy is cleaner than a motherfucker

    This ain't no community like Donald Glover

    Ya'll [][][] actin childish, Gambino—

    If you wanna turn it on,

    Then send a c-note (I'm in south side)

    What she want

    Peloton

    What she on

    peloton

    What she got

    peloton

    What she on

    Peloton

    {Enter The Multiverse}

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  • ïLLŪMINAT(E). | Tears or A Clown - (2025)

    ïLLŪMINAT(E). | Tears or A Clown - (2025)
    2025/04/23
    *sneezes* W-WEGMANS! Gazuntite. I'm not gonna lie, if I lived closer to this place I'd be there all the time. Whole Foods Trader Joe's Wegmans. Honestly? Ranked? Trader Joe's Wegmans Wegmans. lol. Whole Foods is a necessary evil. {Enter The Multiverse} No, I want the half Can't go all the way Enough is enough And a hand is a hand And a handout is ransom, Spare me the note Spare me the selfish suicide concepts Spare me the alter The coaxial The collar The caller— Whatever you call me Spare me the mantras Stop talking. Long throat violence, Oh, I onkybhope to know you (Or I don't) I only hope to notice m Oh long Johnson Quick sermons and a few soft passwords A couple ardvsrks on a long top showman A couple bad barks from the dog And work for the foreman Who are you after (Not god) Have been forgiven? Is fhat a question. I marked it as such And still j walked up The lock in the bathtub did honors Did honors Did run today Who are you for Not the office Not the John Not the forerunner Oe the forward Who are you, god talker? Who are you Was often the question asked And you want to do all you want Home alone The devil runs From behind her nothing soft Anymore Awkward And then unearthed I saw you were watched, stalking Also Pulled back on my reigns, the horse Does bit the bite down And then some soaked offer Was Half you are, where Wear the volume down Wear your art hard Or suffer, Gaga! GAGA WHERE ARE YOU? LADY GAGA I'M ON A HORSE target GAGA! LADY GAGA I'M ON A HORSE, I SAID. BUT WHERE?! NEAR ENOUGH THET YOU CAN HEAR ME, LIKE, OBVIOUSLY, BUT FAR ENOUGH AWAY THAT YOU CAN'T SEE ME ON A HORSE. ARE YOU COMING?! NEGATIVE. WELL— WHY NOT?! THE HORSE WONT MOVE! JUMP OFF THEN. IMPOSSIBLE. WHY IS JUMPING OFF A HORSE IMPOSSIBLE WHEN YOURE LADY GAGA ITS BECAUSE I'M LADY GAGA THAT THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR MULTIPLE REASONS WHAT— JUMP OFF OF THE— NEGATIVE. THERE ARE MULTIPLE FACTORS CONTRIBUTING TO THIS IMPOSSIBILITY. WHY ARE THEY YELLING. Omg shut up 2 bit horse jumper Target Target Stalker Stalker Obi wan kanobi! Sheeeeeeer forces! What is this? Bad cheerleaders. WHY ARE WE YELLING?! Oh. We're fighting. Oh, that makes sense, What kind of fighting. Sword— unh— FIGHTING. Oh, okay. Why is lady Gaga on a horse?! Cause she's just like that sometimes. *shrugs, but on a horse— obviously dressed elaborately enough that yes, jumping off of the horse would be practically LADY GAGA No, completely. —Completely impossible. I wanna watch you eat spicy hot wings. In a sweater. But I left handed magic to Can't- that Cancelled I hope it was cashmere Or Calvin Klein I'll retract, Meditate and then Redact that Maybe Fantasize Glamourize that for a lifetime Pull the knife out of my back, And then sample it. I wanna watch you eat hotwings. That's—- What I want. GAGA. PLEASE! LADY GAGA I'm sorry— he's not moving. THIS IS URGENT. LADY GAGA I know it's urgent. My lack of yelling does not negate that it isn't, but. BUT WHAT? *yawns* I'm getting sleepy. [LADY GAGA falls asleep atop the horse; only then does the horse begin to move, however— it appears as though GAGA is now completely unconscious. But those shoes. Egad. Bro. lol. Why is this? I'm… my writers blocks are not fun, practical, or progressive. They're just. [LADY GAGA fights and defeats an entire battle completely unconscious atop a horse.] Isn't technically the horse… fighting. No, and I'll explain to you why. Omgz *spoiler* [lady Gaga IS the horse] Why. What the fuck. Fuck these shapeshifters. Fuck everything right now. What the fuck did I just watch. WHAT DID I JUST SEEEEEEEEEE Dedede…fleetleum, fleetleflum… “Fleedleflum?” Ahem!? Dude, you are a villain. WHAT, BECAUSE I SAID “FLEETLEFLUM” *fleedleflum AHEM! I SETH MEYERS is revealed as the villain… Again. WHAT! WHY! I THOUGHT I WAS THE VILLAIN. you said you didn't want it! THEN I ADJUSTED. Well, too late. WHAT. Nice. Hehe. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! I WENT METHOD. A-for effort, I guess? WHATEVER A-FOR-EFFORT. I JUST COMMITTED A LOT OF EVIL SHIT For what FOR THEATRICAL AND ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. Well. “WELL?” Like what. Like— Tax Fraud. Ahem. Nice. [beat] Seth, you got the part. Yesssss! Booyah. Maybe you can take some method lessons and pointers from your friend here— Salt of the earth! — Mr. Evil tax fraud man. RYAN REYNOLDS *deflates* Later. Where are you going? I'm going to do Pilates. Because I'm rich. (Everyone just kind of nods in agreement.) L E G E N D S STEPHEN COLBERT runs at full speed down the street towards the house at which his formerly youthful self “recently” disappeared during a thunderstorm. Oh look. ...
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  • {A Bonus Episode}

    {A Bonus Episode}
    2025/04/23
    TAYLOR SWIFT is replaced by KATY PERRY as captain of the WHITE BITCHUS. OHH. That's what happened. Because let's be honest, what is scarier than either of them? Answer: their even whiter fan bases. THE SWIFTIES form a small militia and revolt the decision to overturn the organization and reinstate TAYLOR TWIFT to her former position, which she has made clear; she does not want. Her fans, the swifties, however, do not seem to actually care genuinely about Taylor, her opinions, or outlook on things and not remarkably or surprisingly at all, just kind of have their own agenda and previously instilled beliefs— The Katy Perry fandom, though slightly more aged and less willing to participate in an all out war, begin to stage a defensive coup in order to protect their chosen leader. I liked Miley best as captain. NOBODY WANTS THIS JOB, I likes It. Fuck this. No. Are you kidding me. No. Look, I'm sorry! Nobody else wants to do it. Gee, I wonder why! How about lady Gaga? She's not eligible! (My mom helped write this joke.) JIMMY KIMMEL [an escalating crescendo] AssaaaaagggggggggGggggghhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHH !!!!!! I wanna run through marina del ray I want a house in the Palisades But I Knew that 5 years ago I knew that five years ago I want a shack out in Malibu Just to surf the ocean blū But I Knew that five years ago I knew that five years ago Before it all burned I hope we all learned our lessons Surf God has a sense of humor But I was the butt of the joke I want a Condo in Santa Monica Invite my friends over for Barbie volleyball Throw my whole world in the fire pit But I knew that five years ago I knew that five years ago When you realize The world is your instrument But it still hasn't earned you a cent You're still in the hole Warning back what you spent By the microinscremwnts The city people are you as excrement But you just laugh and you sample them Play them like instruments back Perhaps flattery begs them to listen Suddenly you're visible Museam world— Exhibitions Entertainers Comedians Mice and men Interesting remienxe Should I even be in this language Or should I make it more intimate With melodies? I hit play on a classic And my peloton becomes the office I'm suddenly at work, God Petulance for relevance spanning generations Thank you! Still it takes enough to get it in to you As out of you Can't help t but agree to that Eyeliner! I like it thick around the freckles faces And light ashy eyelashes Over moonlike eyes You know I like it Long hair! Headliner! Why am I inside you? Better yet— Why have I died? Eyeliner, headliner I like it thick around moonlight eyes I like it Old timer, headliner— I like it thick around eyes like Zion Eyeliner, I like it Ashes You're the worst; There are circle k's and 7/11s How was my run on Broadway? Who's the pope now? I hope you choke now There are subway central's And sauces and really hard bosses to fight But I don't want to I'm in south central And I'm still with you From always to oblivion I've been moving for at least an hour But I have no power here Drop a house on me In the hills, if you will And if the winds change, There's still New York What a page turner I live at Rockefeller Plaza There's an apartment above my office There's a notebook For every love I've ever known In the oak There's a something caliber gun in my slumber I clutch with the crutches I took from the hospitals Can't hop the turnsltyle now Can't hop the turnstyle now Hahaha Who art thou, Art monster Who are you now that I care too much to notice The problem was The doves only flew up or a moment before landing on my shoulder That was awkward They were supposed to fly away TV HOST HEY!!!! HEY!!!! HEYYYYYYYY! But which host is it? All of them. All of us are running for our lives All of us are running after Carson, and Paar All of us are stars, But on polaroids not often captured Gone and then away into disaster That's the effect of the Cannon Canon cameras? James Canon?! Laugh harder cause you have to! Laugh stronger cause the studio is frozen, And you want to go home now! It wasn't as fun as you throught And the set is much smaller in real life Now clap and hold for applause Big smiles Big smiles Extra points if you run miles before you show up- Now that's a shiny after thought; Not your average robot Or prototypical tourist! No! A nonconformist and Kimmel can't sing for shit, So he can just hum this verse. (Sorry, I peaked— No homo) Now, I dissect Holiday, I was sure I inspired the Broadway show But who doesn't inspire a rock opera I conspire to conspire, unpire, emporer I studies Agamemnon I wasn't really sure but the frog in my throat said Go on, go on— So I just cried and sucked in my stomach harder I don't want a— SETH MEYERS I don't want a tuna sandwhich! Just take the tuna ...
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  • {Happy Days.}

    {Happy Days.}
    2025/04/23
    Worth knowing. I operated on a public server using Google as my. Main browser, our of incognito— This meant everything I search on Google I knew to be public, and did so soaringly, and cautiously. I told you more than once not to mess with that fucker! I wasn't! For the most part; however— That fucker was messing with me! Why! Who are you?! I don't know! Ugh. Ten seconds on the ground and I wanted to die. Fuck this place. Just get in the boat, Keenan. No, I won't. Just get— in the boat. Forget it. I'm not going to your— You don't dont even know what it is! Whatever is is. It's a function! If I didn't start making decisive moves around the map— and quick— I could be made to look like anything, or anyone. The media had ways of turning things into monsters—assuming all in all that the political agenda had overall become some short of holy war. I wasn't safe, especially sitting still— entire crowds moved around me as I emerged from days long stretches of speaking to and looking at no one; the more I resisted to conform, the more hostile the monster became— I was vanishing decently from one world and into the next, and on my absence there was a gaping hole needing to be filled but instead, opening into an inescapable void: being something for others as I presumed that I presently was not: I was not a pawn, or a worker, or a sim— I had escaped a matrix that was nearly entirely built on perception, and had adjusted to the understanding of the illusion of this grid. It was an impractical solution, silence and isolation; eventually I had to communicate with other people, and could not hide. But I would not be forced to do anything or speak to anyone I didn't want to— and so I began tricking the system before it could gather information to go about tricking me. After all, I was keeping more to myself than I was sharing or even writing about— I wrote often about race and sociopolitical injustice; however; these things were at a surface level. The things I pondered upon deeply, I kept to myself— I knew that my Google documents were comprised by the way that on the ground level— the simulation level— people had been hacked and sorted based on things I had put into the aglogithmic clouds. Anyone with a cell phone had become a biohazard, because they were socially and psychologically compatible with being technologically programmed to be moved about in any way the controllers saw fit— and who were the controllers using such as humans as devices? The very war mongers who saw this level as none other than that of a game, and people in no sense more than as numbers—a place which my conciousness did lie, and however— my physical body, almost entirely seperate, risided here amongst the all too common. And it was here that I was more likely to die, physically, anyway, than anywhere else because i wanted to. The frequency shift was severe enough that it bubbled and spewed inside of me not as hatred, but anxiety. Not fear, but nautiousness; I was no longer so compatible with the masses that I could normally function as such; an elitist mindset, but only out of elitist practice. I ate well, trained hard, and focused my energy on a higher mindset— It became obvious that if I didn't decide what I was, I was going to be told what I was, or painted in a certain way as percepted, and this I found limiting. If I decided what I was and made it somehow apparent so that others could not cast any judgement upon me, then I could at the very least, later, change it— if it differed too drastically from whatever it was my true purpose and intention. Easily enough, I found the devil worked through almost all things and people around me in such a way that it was best to remain apart from these things and people and to find my way to being surrounded by others who were in fact, shielded by light. Strength in numbers, and what was here something dark enough had torn through that almost all of them were dark as well, and so almost any time at all with that force made me ill. I'm so sorry. No, you're not— but that's okay, Because I'm sorry enough for the both of us. A SPECIAL DETECTIVE, recently promoted to captain from VICE gives the go-ahead on the immidiate detention of a subject with whom multiple units have been preoccupied with over the course of several months. This is… pure cocaine. It appears so… I've— I've never seen anything like it. — that pure? Like— pharmaceutical. In fact… It was pharmaceutical. Ah great. Why is Tom Hanks back in the movie? [breaking forth wall] Uh— because I was in the front of the movie— And in the middle of the movie— And because this is the same movie. Uh… Oh, by the way, you're in a movie. No!!! Wake up. Fuck. COSMIC AVENGER Snapdragons! Double fuck. Double double indeed. The cosmic avenger has a way of not swearing that is...
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  • [SNIPES.]

    [SNIPES.]
    2025/04/23

    This is as cool as my fucking socks.

    …you wear socks.

    Bright.

    HE WEARS SOCKS.

    ___

    nNNNNAaaaaaaaaHHHHHHH GetaWAY, You're from HEEEEEEEEEELLLL

    What are you for?

    If i just wish on a star,

    Would they all fall out the sky?

    I ponder

    Drop in the bucket;

    Or whatever that was

    Before i lost it

    How long can you handle?

    Awhile,

    Now that I'm up, i'm up

    And now that i've died,

    I'll prosper.

    Phospherous and suns

    Won't you want us all

    Just to fall over

    A sphere obit rolls the ball

    But then,

    Something comes along to stop it

    I finally learned my lesson in kinetics after all

    Mathematic and magnets,

    But it just tastes like magic

    Sprite or Orange Crush Soda?

    Flat, and not sparkling water at all

    Holy shit, i never thought i'd have to say this;

    Never thought there was a need,

    But I just got Daft Punk'd.

    SUCKA.

    Well, the Helmets don't help.

    How…is this a thing?

    Impersonators.

    LIL BITZ

    I got clickbaited this video on youtube

    And I thought Daft Punk had gotten back together

    But as it turns out

    It's just two dudes in helmets

    Playing Daft Punk live

    And the band is still broken up

    My heart is broken a little

    I tried to get tickets

    And saw that their tour was all european and I was like

    That's not fair! Daft Punk is back together! This should be global!

    I'm in New York, how do you not have a show in New York

    And then i look closer

    At their website,

    And their website says–

    “DAFT PUNK TRIBUTE BAND”

    And i was so fucking tired

    And so fucking cranky

    It almost shook me.

    I was livid.

    I was pissed.

    I was like “how in the fuck is it possible that you could even make a living doing something like this?”

    Those two dudes are still out there–they're still alive.

    It's not like an Elvis impersonator,

    Or Michael Jackson:

    Daft Punk broke up like YESTERDAY

    And you guys are making money putting on helmets

    And impersonating THEM?!

    Fuck that!

    Give me a break!

    And then, that's when i thought about it for the first time maybe ever in my life.

    That's it!

    I'll just be deadmau5.

    [Enter The Multiverse}

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    C'cxell Soleïl
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  • Till I Die.

    Till I Die.
    2025/04/22

    While I thought you were alive…

    Did I also die?

    Are we dead in dreams?

    So what does this mean?

    Must I ride the wave?

    Are we all the same,

    Tell me have I died?

    Are we all alike?

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    C'cxell Soleïl

    Till I Die:

    Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū

    Lyrics/Composed: C'cxell Soleïl

    Again and again—

    Till I Die

    Again and again—

    Till I Die

    Again and again—

    Till I Die!

    Still figuring out how to mix vocals and produce at the same time lol whateva

    -Ū.
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  • Dead Friends Club.

    Dead Friends Club.
    2025/04/22

    He is a genius who makes decisive action.

    There is no way on just some fluke that this man can fly off the handle with no purpose. Human, sure— and famous, yes— but in what world does this just happen.

    It seemed a cry for help.

    I was upset, but I didn't know why.

    I am upset.

    I stayed throughout the day deep cleaning and heavy thinking. I thought Joel was sober— but before long, this shock sent me into a panic of deep chaos. Was my son okay? Was his father drinking again. I wasn't thinning clearly or on any level really, besides just upset.

    I scrubbed everything from the walls to the baseboards, every reach of every corner, every windowsill… still upset.

    I sent out texts checking on my boy. It had been months since I had spoken with him— and because I had chosen to dissapear, things were somewhat calm. For once, the world hadn't always felt like something was trying to kill me; maybe his father already thought I was dead. The longer I laid low, the better things got; I couldn't let myself cry over Joel— but I could cry over that, right?

    I needed to cry about that, apparently. I missed my son. Something needed to be done. I needed a job. But reentering the workforce at entry level? No amount of things I could do in New York City ever seemed enough, and as far as actual deadmau5 was concerned, my music was just not adding up. I was not on par.

    But what the fuck was going on!!

    Perhaps I had just been Google alerted to my doom in just the way I was supposed to have gone in the weeks before in the wake of things. But instead this hurt in a way that was not supposed to feel the way it did. Deadmau5 was my friend, and so Joel was something attached to it. Perhaps it had just been dragged out of proportion. Perhaps it had just been publicity. Was there another album. I separated the deadmau5 from the Joel momentarily— typically he was precise and in control. Drunk and stumbling around at Coachella wasn't his forte.

    Joel Zimmerman was a top-notch, class act. Period. There wasn't much to do or say about deadmau5 besides that it was my next to near favorite thing— as a DJ— which made Joel one of my next to near favorite people. Without looking too closely, I began to wonder whether just having a good time could have been made to look like something else, however— last I understood, Joel was comfortable in his sobriety. 'Jesus Christ,' then. ‘What happened!‘

    Tales of a Superstar DJ.

    Let me mask that pain

    Let me watch and feed you

    Let me die again

    Let me let you live a little

    Let me lie let me lie

    Let me— lie inside you

    Let me be your flame

    Let me— walk behind you

    Let me die, die, die

    Let me— rot in chorus

    Watch me lie lie lie

    Watch me harpsichord (this)

    I'm in so much pain

    Pick me up,

    And throw me overboard

    I shooted you a solution for your

    Writer's block on the plaza

    Watch me talk talk talk

    Now let me lie a little

    Watch me cry cry cry

    Now let me die a little

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    C'cxell Soleïl
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  • Radio City.

    Radio City.
    2025/04/22

    Future People

    Starring: Tina Fey and Jimmy Fallon

    Scene: A slightly overgrown hiking trail in upstate New York. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows.

    Characters:

    • TINA FEY: Mid-40s, sharp, exasperated but ultimately responsible.
    • JIMMY FALLON: Early 30s (in this parallel), energetic, prone to panic.
    • (OFF-STAGE) SETH: The "new guy."

    (SCENE START)

    TINA and JIMMY are breathing heavily, standing over a suspiciously lumpy pile of leaves and poorly concealed branches.

    JIMMY: (Wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand) Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. Nobody saw us. Right?

    TINA: (Staring intently at the leafy mound) Unless that squirrel with the judgmental eyes is a witness, I think we're in the clear.

    JIMMY: That squirrel did look pretty judgy.

    TINA: Jimmy. Focus. He… he just slipped. Right? One minute he was behind us, talking about his artisanal mayonnaise collection, the next – thwack. Head meets rock. Lights out.

    JIMMY: Totally dead. You checked, right? Like, really, really checked?

    TINA: I felt for a pulse, Jimmy! And frankly, the way his eyes rolled back, I'm pretty sure his soul has already booked a one-way ticket to the great beyond.

    JIMMY: This is bad. This is so, so bad. Lorne's gonna kill us.

    TINA: He's not going to kill us. Because he's not going to find out. This was an accident. A stupid, horrible, unbelievably ill-timed accident that happened during a team-building “nature walk” I organized to foster inter-office harmony.

    JIMMY: Which you only organized because I said Seth was giving me the stink-eye during the monologue rehearsal!

    TINA: Well, he was looking at you funny! Like you stole his last gluten-free bagel.

    JIMMY: He probably did! Anyway, what are we gonna tell Lorne? About Seth?

    TINA: That he… got a sudden case of… Lyme disease? Very sudden, very aggressive Lyme disease that required immediate and silent evacuation by a top-secret medical team?

    JIMMY: (Gesturing wildly at the leafy pile) No! About this! About… you know.

    TINA: Oh. Right. That he… slipped.

    JIMMY: And?

    TINA: And… tumbled into a… very conveniently located… unmarked ravine?

    JIMMY: There are no ravines here, Tina! We're practically on a putting green!

    TINA: Okay, fine! He slipped… and then he… kept slipping. Down a… surprisingly steep and leaf-covered… gentle incline.

    JIMMY: So we just left him at the bottom of a gentle incline? Lorne's gonna ask questions!

    TINA: Okay, okay! He slipped… and then he… kept slipping… and then… he somehow… burrowed underground? Like a startled mole person?

    JIMMY: Tina!

    TINA: What?! We panicked! It was a stressful situation! He's the new Weekend Update guy! If he's suddenly gone, people will ask questions! Especially after you kept muttering about how he was “encroaching on your desk space.”

    JIMMY: He was! His ergonomic keyboard was practically in my personal bubble!

    TINA: Look, Lorne is a rational guy…

    JIMMY: Yeah, I'm sure he'll understand that our new colleague spontaneously decided to take an unscheduled dirt nap after a minor tumble.

    TINA: He'll understand that accidents happen! We were just trying to… bond!

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    C'cxell Soleïl
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