dead, or alive?

You want to come to, don't you? I'm not really sure I do… WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I am up, you blind bat! I'm rather more of a goat. I thought it you were a horse! –And to that, I say “Ney” Great . Listen. If you can get all of the Golden Girls and all of the beatles lined up in a row, I'll give you a bucket. What's in the bucket. Nothing, that's the fun of it. hm. Sir Paul McCartney? Uh, I guess. Sir Paul McCartney, you must never die. –I feel like i've heard this somewhere before… Perhaps somewhere before; But here, now. Very well, then. On you go. You know–you look familiar. No, I don't. Are you sure we don't know eachother? I'm not sure of anything, really–and neither should you be. Words to remember, my dear friend. __ So you've been knighted. I'd think it so. but the ceremony were in the morning. ___ Notes Dump II: All those who seek to controll me Will therefore be controlled by me therefore Those who seek to contain me Shall therefore be contained by me Amen JOHN SLATTERY wtf characters is this. idk , it just says “John Slattery” The fuck, man. She doesn't listen. She'll listen to me You think so I know so. Forget it. If she doesn't obey me– She's not going to obey anybody– Especially you; Whoever it is you think you are. Whatever, asshole. That's right; I'm an asshole. So that's Captain Asshole To you, motherfucker! [There's a Surf Club in Brooklyn] Mister Cellophane {The Printing Press} - pop Up Club Toot it and boot it “The telepathic deadmau5” Whatever that is Ooh shit, here we go again with this motherfucker [The 4th Dimensional Jimmy Fallon's telepathy becomes extremely keenly developed, with the more time he spends intentionally looking into the eye of the many cameras used to film the shows h appears on, exponentially increasing over the expanse of his career–as he soon finds out, his peers have also developed this seemingly unique ability, however, each person who has gained this ability has also developed an individual; intrinsic and respectively specific skill within his or herself which allows each person who possess this telepathy to limit/inhibit this at his or her own will or desire Whatever. JIMMY FALLON YOU RAT MOTHERFUCKER. I'm not a rat! I'm a weasel! AH! YEAH? YEAH, FORREAL. WELL, FUCK YOU, YOU WEASEL MOTHERFUCKER. FOR WHAT. i'M GONNA KILL YOU. That's readily apparent–BUT WHY? [The mobster lunges for Jimmy] AHH. I NEED CONTEXT. [He lunges for Jimmy again] AHH CONTINUITY. CONTINUTIY. Oh damn. So he really can shapeshift into. Just about –Just about anything. Fuck you. [The syndicate crime organization which Patrick has become involved with has become mistrustful and uncertain of his straightforward and clean-cut demeanor; He is forcibly injected with a combination of heroin and cocaine to ensure that he is trustworthy to continue within the organization, and his reputation is put into jeopardy as his occasional recreational use curtails into a habit, which he hides, as his new promotion to Head of Programming, in addition to his continuing role as the host of a primetime late night talk show are both put at stake. Patrick , a young and eager writer and performer, begins his career as a remarkably clean-cut and good-hearted young man, with an almost heroic sensibility of naivety, besides his impressively professional tolerance for high volumes of alcohol, and primarily hidden vice for cigarettes.] What is that. (mockingly) Heh. “what's that?” [Patrick shrugs, and grimaces, as if to say “whatever, then”] It's just some ye-yo. (uninterested) Oh. [He suddenly becomes slightly more hostile, as if provoked by Patrick's nonchalance] You down for some ye? Hah, i'm straight. (squinting) You sure? Yeah. Come on! Don't be so stiff. (defensively) I'm not “stiff” I'm just– (insisting, drawing closer Try it. (not backing down, but stern) I'm good. [The two are face-to-face, the room becomes quiet.] Try it. Nah. [His eyes widen; he appears offended.] I insist. [Patrick silently declines, attempting to stand up.] CONT'D Seriously? You know what– [The tension has risen; Patrick inwardly understands there's no escape; He swallows nervously, he is trapped, and surrounded by the crew of gangsters.] Sit. [He pushes Patrick down, holding his arms to his sides.] -___- We'll get back to that later. Damn shit show is intense. I know I haven't even found the real deep stuff yet. Yikes. I hope you weren't intending for Fallon to play this! Oh please! I don't even think he's capable of palating a show like this. That's an insult. No, it isn't. The man's a genius; but, a comic genius. You remember when Sandler did all that serious shit? What serious shit? Exactly. DOC BROWN THis is some serious shit. Not yet, Emmmmit. What do you mean, “not yet”? I haven't much time left, you know. Whatever! You're going to live forever! (Amen) I'm ma stressin Flexin my God complex ‘n / complexion I'm on Lex and, I'm not lost I'm just walkin in the wrong direction, To throw ‘em all off, N keep them steady guessin! your deviation from the media signifies your obedience of this law. What law. Wait. Where'd you go. [ILLUMINATi] HELLO? They tried to curse her name, But had forgot that it was Their ow; Therefore they cursed themselves, Set her free, and sent her home– The curse was meant to kill, so she'd always be alone– instead , she rose above the world, to sit upon the thrown HEr name became an honor, to which it was bestowed, the crown she wore upon her head, To show the curse had broken. –C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe Esha's Life Begins to Change drastically and rapidly, once the blood oath is set– PATRICK Oh, by the way, I've published your book. ESHA I'm Sorry– PATRICK (interjecting) –don't apologize… ESHA CON'T –you w-what? PATRICK This– [Esha gasps in shock.] ESHA How did you– PATRICK The artwork is beautiful– ESHA Patrick–! PATRICK It's your design, of course. ESHA How did you– PATRICK How did I what? ESHA …This was on canvas! PATRICK Was. Now it's the cover of your book. ESHA “My book…” _______ [As the workplace tension rises between Patrick and Esha and a strong romance begins to bloom, however unrequited between them, Patrick begins to return Esha's rejections with practical jokes, which sometimes backfire quite tragically, to Patrick's guilt and shame.] Patrick spits int Esha's Mango Lassi as she completes a task across the room , unseen) (he does this playfully, however and not out of spite, as since their fated intertwining within the blood oath, the two have shared such intimacies that this is only a ‘minor' contamination; they are, after all, bound by blood.) Esha sits back at her desk unwittingly, stirs her Mango lassi with the straw, and takes a sip of the refreshing drink.] ESHA Mm. [Patrick smiles maniically] LILLITH enters, walking past ESHA's desk and glancing at her, stopping short of greeting her, distracted by her refreshment.] LILLITH Ooh! That looks good. Can I try some? ESHA Sure! [Patrick's eyes widen, but he attempts not to react; LILLITH takes a sip.] LILLITH Ooh, that is good. [she takes another sip} [PATRICK keeps his hands in his pockets, biting his tongue, hiding that he is inwardly horrified; he rubs his eyes.] LILLITH yum . Grandma. You've got to try this. VIVIAN, passing by gestures to ESHA, who shrugs nonchalantly and nods a “go ahead” [PATRICK might explode; but he hides it well; VIVIAN Takes a sip.] VIVIAN That is delicious. LILLITH I know, right? VIVIAN Thank you, Esha. LILLITH Yeah, thanks. [Vivian and Lillith walk away; Esha gestures warmly and stirs the drink again, taking another sip before putting it down, looking at Patrick unassumingly, however, somewhat knowingly.] [PATRICK'S nostrils flare, he keeps his hands in his pockets and grimaces] [beat] “Jigsaw” [Patric finishes Esha' Puzzle, then frames it, as a romantic gesture. However, this very explicitly angers her, and she charges him; This is the first time he, or we as the audience has ever seen Esha in a fit of rage, or breaking her usually dry and collected composure. She enters his office, infuriated She smashes the framed puzzle across his desk; the puzzle and glass shatter, scattering impressively in an explosion of glass, wood shards, and puzzle pieces. PATRICK Good morning! ESHA You FINISHED MY PUZZLE. PATRICK –I thought you'd like that ESHA –YOU– [She begins throwing things off of Patrick's desk; starting with an awards trophy which appears to be an Oscar, then launching his bobble heads and finally, hulk smashing the cappuccino machine. PATRICK WOAH! ESHA –I WAS WORKING ON THE END FOR MONTHS. [She continues to destroy his office.] PATRICK HEY–wait, really? ESHA YES. PATRICK …It was so simple… [He has never witnessed this side of Esha before, and despite the destruction is quite amused. He snickers.] ESHA THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU? [Patrick sips his drink.] PATRICK I guess you could say i'm “puzzled” ESHA AGH [HULK SMASHES CAPPUCCINO MACHINE, as it is the last thing on his desk.] PATRICK OK?! [ESHA more satisfied/calmly pours out the remainder of his coffee; Now he's at the very least kind of upset. He sighs; She exits calmly.] VIVIAN peeks into the office as she passes ESHA exiting the doorway; a small crowd has gathered to gawk, but for the most part it's ‘business as usual', with most of the team assuming PATRICK has simply been up to his tendencies; In fact, he has, however, His relationship with ESHA has become quite complex, as due to his marriage and family, ESHA's continual rejection of his romantic sentiments, despite their explicit interminglings has left him befuddled, and consistently strategizing a way to earn her trust, as she seems an impenetrable wall, and hides a certain mysterious darkness. lol , Eli Scruggs, Man. Man, I wish. I love this scene though. LATER Eshareturns to her new home (an incredible modified loft in midtown, with a cast iron spiral staircase, stained windows, exposed brick, and exotic wood floors; Oh yeah, cause that one part where VICTOR You burned down her house? PATRCICK I bought it, first. And Insured it. VICTOR Woah. PATRICK Well, it was already insured. Lol damn this dude is a boss. Yeap. Fallon couldn't handle this. Nope. So who plays Esha? Idk. Some pretty light skinned girl. How light skinned. Light skinned enough to be an ingenue. Is she the ingenue? Almost. Kind of. Wtf. right . [Everything at first looks normal, until she reaches the downstairs bathroom/washroom door to find it closed (which is unusual She nervously looks abround, then notices under the door, one single puzzle piece – she opens the door; an avalanche of puzzle pieces falls to her feet; the entire room is filled floor to ceiling with puzzle pieces. EARLIER: Patrick sits in the rafters/air conditioning vent with a shop vacuum (in reverse) full of puzzle pieces, (a vacuum he has ‘borrowed' from the studio from the prop room of a show in which contestants are put into a translucent box to attempt to grab money as it flies into the air) He fills her entire washroom with the pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle Esha, who neither appears to be angry or otherwise, hauls the pieces out in large garbage bags, , then carrying them into the master loft, a two-level space in which the lower level houses her art studio, where she finds a giant frame hanging from the roof on suspension chains; The camera pans outward with ESHA center, within this giant frame, creating in itself a picturesque vision, herself a painted picture, as she sorts through the pieces atop her bed Now I have your eyes, And you have mine We are we n The mind of The Eye This bond surpass Any test of time I am I now sign it. Uhhh.. Oh, th taste of tears To be bound by blood The cure of the oath The blessing of both Oneess [Patrick's children are somewhat all like him in some way; Effectively, they are hilarious? PATRICK This one does tricks. See! Hazel! Hazel is so effin cute. I know huh. She's like Sally Draper + Sally Draper ++ Goddamn. Yeah. Cute. Woah. Right. Anyway. HAZEL Huh. PATRICK Do a backflip. HAZEL Ok, daddy. [HAZEL attempts a backflip, but fails.] PATRICK. Fuck. [Face down, waves her arm as if to signal “i'm alright”, but clearly is inured.] PATRICK (taking a drink) Call the paramedic, HAZEL I'm okay, though! [She lifts her head up and appears shaken, however smiling–her eyes welted and nose running.] I'm okay. PATRICK No, bab, don't– HAZEL (cracking her neck) I'm okay. PATRICK Don't–your neck… HAZEL (walking it off, sighing) I'm okay, daddy. PATRICK Maybe just the chiropractor. Oh, My God Is it Esha n this scene? I can't remember if it's Esha or the nanny. Did he not fuck the therapist? I mean, that's later. Is it? I guess. Continuity. Whatever. We are as one The Mind of the Eye The Divinity of One. JOHN SLATTERY as THE MAYOR OF Which place idk Lol this dude is forreal always a politician. He looks like a politician. Look. MAYOR OF NY I think we may have found something of yours… [INT. JFK AIRPORT. NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, DAY.] MAYOR OF LA Where? MAYOR OF NEW YORK The airport. MAYOR OF LA Which airport. MAYOR OF NEW YORK JFK MAYOR OF LA I need you to ground that plane. MAYOR OF NEW YORK How? MAYOR OF LA By Any Means Nessesary. Lol that's it. Yup. Then it just ends. I fucking guess. I guess! Lol She is beautiful Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Eyes of oceans Dear God, Bring us together so that we shall prosper- in spirit, in body, in mind, and soul, as one, as we are Love, The Divine We are not alike, we are the same Please God bring me to life so that I ma meet the father of m future children, so that I might overcome poverty, find success, and great happiness, so that I can complete my journey of creating a family, to give birth to and raise more children, in a new and happy hope and marriage. Amen. As the sun draws upon my window at this hour, I call upon the dawning of a new eero of love, light and happiness, for all that I am and all who enter my presence, look upon me, know my artforms, or take part in my honor, the many plentiful endeavors and endowments of the great and holy divine, God almighty Amen C'cxell Soleïl Azul Monroe I thank you and humbly ask for you Great and Divine, Honorable protection, my dear lord, so that I might only know love, happiness, success, and great praise. Okay, so i did very briefly shapeshift into Steve Bucemi last night. Are you certain? I– [THE MAN IN THE MIRROR is STEVE BUCEMI] …whatever. I'm going back to bed. I'd highly recommend that. You can't forget a face like that. On that note, I think i'm into crustpunks. You want. I–oh yeah. Yes? Yes, please. GODDAMMIT. What. It's this stupid game. I can't get out of this effin trap. Oh. “oh” Have you tried, like– Tried like, what? I've tried everything. Just hit ‘escape' What? That's not gonna work. Have you tried it? No, that's stupid. You said you tried everything. Yeah, but that's–0 Just try it. GET UP, DILLON FRANCIS. GodDAMMIT. He's out cold. I'm not! i'm getting up. Jesus Christ, dawg. How are yout this much of a fuckin wook. I'm not “wook” You ARE wook. Jesus. Jesus is here. How are you more of a wook than Jimmy Fallon? That dude is like ancient. I'm not wook. You are wook. meanwhile WEEKEND UPDATE returns with a not-safe-for-work-or-TV Special. Oh no. Is that why SHH. SHUT UP. OH, YEAH, iT'S ON MOTHAFUCKA Dude. you can't wear suits to a rave like that. CAN uhm , CAN. Wtf man. Apparently, all the late night guys are like in competition with eachother. DUH. Even the dudes that are on the same network. DUH. Christ, kid, you are sloooooooooowwww. ….-_- which Seth are you again? The important one. Whatever. Just get Jon Stewart the fuck out of here before *michielf* Fucking christ. So wait, this is This is everybody. Can you explain to me why I blacked out on top of my kitchen table this morning? I can't actually explain that, no. SETH MEYERS (sipping coffee) Well, I can. UGH. AIGH. OHOKAY. UNCLE. UNCLE!!! AAAAAAHHHHAAAAA. Damn, you know it's gotta be close to th end if we've over here got [JIMMY FALLON at a RAVE ] Oh no. That can't be right. No, i can't do that . No one will recognize Chill, it's fan-fiction So you're a fan, then. No. But i'm sure you have them, somewhere. Aha. Ha. JIMMY FALLON'S #1 Fan Besides his– LET'S SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT, FOR NOW, OKAY. I will never, literally ever let you live that down. Shut up, clever. SHut your face. IT wa the aliens, okay! Aliens. BEFORE: [Aliens] Who, what, him? {Jimmy Fallon} JUICE. OKay. Wtf, what the everliving fuck is that? Captain Hook REmix of Psychic Experence Breaks down reaeeeeal hard at around 4:30 What the fuck do they want with Fallon?! I don't know Is that him Yep. Delicious. Oh shit. The purple people eaters are back. WHAT. WHY. CAuse their lunch got away. WE LIKE HIM. Ah. Alright. I CAN'T DO THAT. What do you mean, “you can't do that” I can't do any of that! I'm on ice cream. Oh shit, he's on ice cream. MAYA RUDOLPH. DId someone say OH —------, THEY'RE BACK ICE CREAM?! Sorry, i didn't do this on purpos– COSMIC AVENGER –but I did. Fuck. Someone go fuckin get that guy before he ROCK KESHA! KESHA! KITE. Hey, look–I am so–so sorry about this… Whatever. It's not my fault. It was like this “Jimmy Fallon” was following me everywhere. WHAT. You thought i made that up?! THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. DUH. WTF. It's you again. IT's me again. Where is What. Where's what. Where's Wolf? Somewhere, I'm sure. Don't worry, yo. I'm sure it's not the real Jimmy Fallon; They're jus using him to implant my brain waves with leftist doctrine. Did you say ‘doctorate'? And also, sapiosexuality. “The Seven Souls of Sai The Saige” Sai and Psy The Saige are two halves of one; Counterparts, opposites, in fact— I don't want to do this anymore… I could feel the bags form under my eyes, the bath was run and I was due to release at least one episode today, but was rather being persuade to hard release, as I had intended; multi-part episodes recorded before I had fallen into silence, after another attack–a spiritual attack, which had left me in a raging bout of suicide and uncertainty–uncertainty, that is, as to whether the human race could be reclaimed from evil at all–as no one seemed to care for spirit or justice more than I, and however true it might have seemed, I was probably wrong, and for whatever reason, just trapped amongst these animals for whatever reason–perhaps to convey this message, that love would triumph over hate; but how could i preach such things now feeling another–it was as if I had been beaten or raped with no way at all to retaliate on my attacker, and still threatened by this force, some motorist who tore up and down my block at all hours, ripping me from the delicate rest I so craved and needed, as if it were the force which had destroyed all mankind itself, a reminder I should so when I wish, leave the world. There were no words left, only music, and no reason to speak, would the words fall upon deaf ears. Mankind as a whole had rotted to its core. Even days later, stil my chest ached, and my breathing shallow–the pain having torn through my heart not once now, but twice–I knew it was an intentional attack, whoever by, protected by evil itself. “How White Supremacy and Privalege are Ruining The Entertainment Industry” An article i'll never write because of terrorists By Whoever, just kill me. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.