“I bet you if I start recording, they’ll stop.”

Ow, my eyes. If you were looking for something in Fallon, You may have found it. What might I have been looking for in Fallon; And if I were, what might I have found. [The Festival Project ™] More downloads. That's our boy. That's why we like him so much, isn't it? —he's such a good boy. Yes he is! Isn't he? Yes, he is. Good job, dear boy. Good job indeed. You've done well. V.O. This time I know that I've outdone myself. I have long legs and a long torso. Check it out. Doesn't that mean you should be tall? Seems like it. What if I thought I was 5'7 like my whole life, but I'm actually 5'8. That would be nuts. I was 5'6 when I wanted to fuck Skrillex. Makes sense. Don't be too tall. The world began to close from around me as my earplugs expanded into my inner ears—much deeper than they should have actually been, but still how I liked them, and as it turned out the brand of earplugs I had been buying for the better part of a year were actually inferior. ‘I should eat something.' I was hungry after an intense workout of mostly only cardio, which was well overdue if only by a few hours after my body decided that it for certain needed a rest—the protein powder I had in supply was my least favorite, and in limited supply, however, I thought that since I was trying to slim instead of bulk, it would be an adequate choice— I had spent the day prior attempting to replicate the energy of the previous day, which had been spent fasting, however, the intense hunger overtook as I thought to write a second collection of sounds, perhaps that ‘antithesis' should be written with indulgence, and though I had intended to spend the day with the work ethic I had generated the day before, to no avail I instead spent the day toiling away at just one song, my first technical remix with the remnincence of my first muse. I was sure with that alone that he again would be moved further away from my existence than ever, as the more I thought of anyone fondly at all, the less attainable I realized they actually were— and all the while I knew that within this realm, it was more likely that soon enough there would be someone perfect without having to work for it at all however all the more deserving because of such that would step into the spotlight that I had once coveted; now, almost excruciatingly, my art really was for art's sake, and not for fame or attention, and at the very least there was something urgent that spoke to finding a way to the security of an actual job—the safety of continual income. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.