HAPPY ACCIDENTS - HIATUS MIX

JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis.

It may even be SKRILLEX.

Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads—

Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor.

It relays a musical message, then explodes.

☠️ ☠️ ☠️

…yes,
this was definitely Skrillex.




But then—
Who really is Skrillex?

who really is anybody?

More philosophical questions.

It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls—
And, maybe—

A call to the old “friend”

{Enter The Multiverse}

DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call.

He should know something about this.

The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will.

DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR.

…or that.

— then the phone rings.

…it's JOEL.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Don't worry, I hate you.

Good, Jesus Christ.

I'm fucking the God version of you
in my half sleep
More like,
Dead on straight
Lovemaking
Of light proportions
But no problem
It is all just another portion of a program,
Another fierce projection of obsession—
So what?
I have four of 'em.

(I bore them,
And they all ignore me.)

I woke up this morning
After napping in New York
On a walkway between
Two okay casinos in Vegas
But don't know which ones
Or what it's called
Somewhere between the Encore
And the Fashion Show
I probably should get back, you know
I got a court date coming up
I'm on, New York
It's really what you wanted
Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show
Oh, of course
The Jim Crow Era!
Now that's relevant
And scary isn't isn't it?
I'm sober
But I told you, bro
The show is over
I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of
Coconut water
I work under informants
For
Nothing under the table
I'm so under toxic sonic torture
I've been disabled
I re-upped on all the pancake
But I'm out of maple syrup
So here's seven for the sixes;
I'm severing all connections,
I'm severely out of order
And I'm running out of water,
Look,
Call Mr. remarkable
And tell him I'm in a mark up
Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother
But gave it a second thought and
Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt,
—The original sponsor;
And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock
But that would be a whole total disaster,
I fucking promise
I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T
So—
Enjoy the mix;
(It's a shit one)
It'll be a distant and short hiatus,
But either way, I gotta make
Electricity and rent
Without filling it with my purpose so,
I gotta cut the show off
I'm toppled over at the plaza
Laugh at it if you will,
But only if it's real
I wrote my will and posted it
I live and die inside this show
I came to the city to live
But it's just dying in New York
If you go broke and only does your art support you
— there's the notice;
Couldn't leave you cold
Just cause my heart is.

[The Festival Project ™]

The Complex Collective ©

{Enter The Multiverse}

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thanks for listening.

-Ū.