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—And just like that, I felt the space time continuum shatter from under me— nothing I could do was right or wrong, but nothing felt more wrong than what had already been done to begin with; lessons learned are lessons learned; and without wanting a good night or good use go to waste, I knew to take the plunge when the workweek was over and mission accomplished; my song had been played by another DJ; mixed in so deliciously with what was intended that I knew by then for certain I was on a journey, and every happening was worth it for me as long as I had a comfortable place to sleep; I was all I needed, never alone but only surrounded of reflections of my own being. I'm bored. Let's go then. Who. Where we going? For the first time in almost a week I knew what day it was; or at least what day was coming;I was lost at last but never gone from light—though not knowing if I belonged to Love. Alice. I knew she'd come. Here we all are. Work's not over. It never is— It never is— I said I would write about it. So write it. You wanna let me live it first? Should I? There's a triad. Not my triad. These are all your triads. I HATE THIS. I'm really bored. I'm not having any fun. I'm almost there. HARD RESET. Or, a soft one. (soft reset) I told you I'm the DJ. I'm the DJ. I tildan you I'm the DJ. I'M THE DJ. WHO'S THE DJ NOW, BITCH? Me. I just said that. It's on. Open the map. They leaked the map. I have to change it. What. She changed it. LETS GOOOO. LET IT GOOOOOOOO. LIFE WONT LET ME. AH. ashhhh. PAWWWWS. I got my rave weapons. Are you serious? They gave me Dogblood. NUTs. This was the longest trip ever. It is. The longest trip. It lasted ever. Ever? It was the whole thing. It was all the whole thing. Your whole life? All my life. Getting real close to the edge now, I gotta go it alone I suppose, now it's a long road from Where I stand to, Where I dance, To where I sit, Or plan my life, and stand… There you are. Write about THIS. write about what? It's the everything. Yeah, I see that. It did EVERYTHING. Everything infinitely? Yeah. it is. Oh. “Oh.” ...oh. I run around with a target painted on my back, if you have to ask, I'm not being dramatic— No just : Oh, what a pretty song. I love this one. I remember this. What are they saying? It's a dance. Whats it mean? ...I don't remember...butI used to know. Remember when you drugged this birchbark This bitch. Wirh avocado toast And there they were, and there they went. From Heaven sent There was a love so sweet and kind That each time they were to pass one another, Sweeping and swooning would not want Why do you always do this?! I mean— HYPERFUNCTIONAL. Yeah, I know it— IMMUNE TO It. Not immune; just tolerant. What is— [hit in face with glowing pin] Is. Now, where was I? Where I wasn't. Where was t I? Fuck yeah, festival. Festival peoplerts. Myeeess. Let me on the decks. Sir! Do you think you are ready for this? I AM READY. She not ready. IM READY. Fuckity FUXK IT LETS GO It got out of control, I'm sorry Yes it did See. This is sauce. Oh my goodness my This is a mess Yes Olay DJ!!! Alrighty then , sirz Jesús Christ, finally. Yeah, it's you. We know you're here. Fuckin aaaayyee! All's my life I hat ti fight!!! You've been acknowledged. Here it goes Some more DJ Smoke In the DJ booth And a DJ song It's a D {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©