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Jennifer Lopez in the 90's enters immidiate superstardom and fame, as The Illuminati, which has been tracking her every move for quite some time, conspicuously gifts her with a handful of large, rare, and uncut diamonds—she becomes a Kingpin and near overnight success, keeping the secret of the diamonds to herself—however, as she is skyrocketed to success and fame, strange and mystical things begin happening all around—and even more strange and mysterious, mystical people—besides the usually strange and magical celebrities and otherwise unworldly weirdos within the Illuminati's ranks— begin to appear, acting as guiding forces between the multidimensional realms which within the various portals a hidden world — infinity and beyond— has been kept, only exposed through the stories, shows, and —

Wait a second

— a montage— montage—

I'm being intercepted.

What? What about a montage??

I love a good montage.

Everybody loves a good montage.

the infinite Jennifer Aniston and her Multidimensional counterparts

Jennifer Aniston is tasked as becoming a guardian angel, to help protect and watch over the mysterious extraterrestrial formerly known as supacree, currently masquerading as CC as she attempts to escape the spiral of magical attacks from unknown forces, after being trapped in New York City.

You know what? I love it. I'll take it.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. I love her.

I love her.

it'll take it.

JENNIFER ANNISTON, a well-known A-list actress whose rise to fame in the 1990's created her as a Hollywood superstar (and Illuminati staple) has been looking for the perfect project to invest her time to— rumors within the Underground have been circulating about a “secret podcast”, to which it's curator, a homeless and downtrodden musician and amateur DJ publishing Illuminati doctrine, some of which is only known to the limited and coveted higher ranks within the organization, interwoven into the plot's narratives as “Easter eggs”; the unformed screenplays have been archived and passed around for a number of years within a small community of elites, and some even plagiarized by the mindless and money hungry lowest ranking industry professionals—however—as it is known by the leaders of the organization as a whole, the true origins of this doctrine remains “unknown”, and the identity of the author, is surmised to be the prophesied scribe, set to arrive as the dawning of a new era arises, to write within her words the hidden truths to be sought by all mankind and otherwise—and therefore, must be protected and hidden within the organizations cradle at all costs; though misunderstood greatly, The Illuminati has been tasked with spreading the divine light to the human species through artform and storytelling, and as the art of wordfare becomes a lost art, the doctrine must be colluded to be written, before the end of the scribe's time, said to be often—a most untimely death, as the forces of darkensss seek to end all that remains of the love and light of the divine kind.

Damn, really: Jennifer Aniston.

I really like her eyes:

Well yeah, they're mine, so.

Apparently or whatever, Jennifer Anniston is assigned to guide CC as she trains to stand up as the scribe —

Who revealed herself as so in Los Angeles, at Carl Cox's show.

I dropped three cards for form the center of my eye,

Here:

An equilateral triangle.

I Am.

Two—

These markings will be known to those as I,

The scribe.

Three—

A world unknown awaits all those who seek the truth of the divine light in the pursuit of higher knowledge.

INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB NEW YORK. MANHATTAN. DAY

JENNIFER ANNISTON enters the elevator—to her left, towering over her, she spots JIMMY FALLON, trying to remain unseen.

…Jim?

Oh, yeah, hey,

What re you doing here?

Whatever I want.

You shouldn't be here.

You shouldn't be here.

This is by the way, when Satan switches from Jimmy fallon's body to Jennifer Anniston, hereby known as Jennifer Anisatan— just before the scene at Equinox

“I'm holding in a fart.”

So wait, who is Jimmy Fallon, then?

Who the fuck knows.

Who the fuck cares.

I'm over it.

————————————————No wait, don't.

Tie me to the cross

Bleed on my sickness m

Crossfaders, behind us

Blinder up, bonded

Surreal,

The sunsets are longer

Open your mind, your highness

Crossfire, behind us

(Someone else writing this)

Dawn comes on stronger

The sunsets are longer

Tie me to your honor

Come before me

Somebody said you were the apocalypse

I should have listened to my father

Somebody told me you won the world at a carnival

I should have never listened to my mother

I should have listened to my father

I should have listened to my father

I should have listened to my father

Come before me

Tie me to your honor

Born of blood,

The borderline genius

You were the apocalypse

Tie me to your cross

MAYA RUDOLPH

Is weird.

MAYA RUDOLPH prepares for a SAYONCE in her formerly secret apartment on the upper east side dedicated entirely to magical purposes

Ok.

Ok.

Okay?

Ok.

The worst part about it is,

I do understand you,

Because I am you

The very worst part of it is

I want a family

To hold you hand

And rub your back

But I just can't have you

—I'm just a fan, dude.

The truth is I've got two suitcases,

Some capsules of cyanide,

An axe and some anthrax

A cat in my lap

And a failing laptop

I've been living hand to mouth

I've got

A ripped backpack

A stress ball

A Hackey sack

A hockey bag

A volleyball

And a mouthful of gunpowder

How do you like me now?

It's gonna take forever to fund my project

But it's gonna take longer

To find my body

Cause nobody loves me

Nobody has my number

The phone is shut off

And so is the water

(By that I mean, my love;

It's all coming out blood now)

I must be backed up

And stuffed full of crystal cocks

I could give it up for a wand

Or a ringworm

Oh God

My wrists are itching to ditch this place

I fell asleep with a gun to my head

And woke up Cobain

Okay?

Ok

Okay?

Ok.

Sorry to wake you

I came to rape you

HEATH LEDGER

hello.

OH, GOD.

HEATH LEDGER

I heard you like ghosts.

I— I don't.

HEATH LEDGER

Oh, you don't?

No—!

HEATH LEDGER

oh!

wait—who are you?

HEATH LEDGER

(Makes joker face)

All my friends are dead, anyway

I'm loving more ghosts than people these days

The faces, the golden days

The golden retrievers

I need some relief, man

Release me

Sweet, freedom

Just lay on your back,

And I'll take it from there

JOKER?

Aha.

I'm in love with the idea of

Death

The idea of

Leaving this world behind

The idea of love

The ideal of love

The ideal of love

The seductive touch

I'm in love with the idea of

Not knowing pain

The idea of

Not needing money

The idea of love

The ideal of love

The ideal of love

The seductive barrel of a gun

So run away

Run far from me

Far as the eye can see—

And I'll aim for the head

But probably just get the neck

Or the center of the back

Twirl around, girl

Do your dance

Heads or tales for the daughters

The blondes,

The live that you wanted

The life that you wasted

The knife to your back

The life flight

The kite hack

Never spend your heart on band tickets

Don't you know

This is so much more

Disappointing in person

We all are

Never spend your bet on your bottom dollar

The kite and the rock band

The lost rock

The last dollar

Diamonds on your

JENNIFER LOPEZ

GET IN THE BACK OF THE VAN, BITCH.

NO WAY, J-LO.

YOU LOVE ME

EXACTLY.

GETAWAYFROMME.

DONT MAKE ME CALL GOLDBERG.

I'M LIKE WAY MORE SCARED OF JANET JACKSON.

JANRT JACKSON

GUESS WHAT?!

OH NO!!! NOOOO.

U PICKS UP TO SUPER SPEED

wtf.

How does she run that fast, that fat?

I really don't know.

Did you call my name?

Did you wake me from my relentless dreams

I needed you

Just like you needed me

I called your name

You called me

Follow me home

Follow me to the road we both know

Open the doors for the lonely

Follow me home

Follow me home

Sista sista

What it is, mista?

Turn the tables,

Drums, then get my sticks sucked

You dig it?

Turn on the television

I'm on in an minute

This could be infinite,

Nothing to defend here,

Just

No, not the google documents!

GET IN THE HOLE.

Hm.

What.

Blood Shower

All along the watch tower

Do you feel good?

Do you?

Do you feel bad about this.

I do. I feel bad about this.

I forgot to tell you–

I should probably let you know that I just want to

MAN, FUCK THIS DUDE.

MA.

WAHT.

IT'S ON.

WHAt.

THE SHOW IS ON.

THEWHAT.

THE–

*suddenly self aware*

…I gotta get out of Boston.

What, first this was about war, now it's about bird people?

It's about a war WITH the bird people.

I should sleep.

Hahaha. No.

This isn't funny anymore.

At least it's over.

MA–

Oh, it's far from over.

Yo, i'm going through some crazy shit right now.

Spur of the moment

I'd never thought of it;

This is gonna take forever.

I don't have the patience

To even write this

I just want french fries right now

But been up for two days with no gym and

I'm on a diet.

GUAC TIME.

No, no burritos.

GUAC TIME.

Oh shit, this is getting real as fuck .

NOw i see it three ways.

I love it.

I hate it.

HEY, LET ME OUT.

GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, SKRILLEX.

I'M DILLON FRANCIS.

IN THE HOLE.

Check it out.

Huh.

It's another DJ.

*agrees*

Should we pick him up.

WEll, the good news is: I found your friend.

Oh, that's good.

The bad news is: He's dead.

Oh, that–'s … nice.

Yeah. It is.

Uh. Kaskade.

Yeah.

We gotta find Ryan.

Why. What's up?

You're freaking me out.

Why. What's up.

Nothing

IS it my eyes?

I–

*wild ass eyes*

Yeah, it's probably that.

Fuck dude, what did you do to deadmau5.

NOTHIN.

He's not the same.

What the fuck is that.

Holy shit I jus timejumped

Where the fuck are you going.

How the fuck could this happen?!

It COULDN'T.

Well, that's it then.

*shrugs*

Well, I guess we're just gonna have to go dig up Dillon Francis.

I guess so.

Do you think he's still alive.

Like, probably not–

Maybe…

No, probably not

@prodbywar& @Halmadeit

This amazon order took me nine hours

Alexa, I think i should fire her

Like a arm

I don't leave at night without armor

Don't make me a martyr

Your mom will be proud of us all

If i make it outta here

And i'll look after her

Got the whole block coming up on my heels as I walk

Wtf is it…

Idk dude.

Is it speeding up?

I…i think so.

There's no way this is 140

IT's 140.

It's 140 .

There's no way.

Yes way.

Nah huh.

Let me see.

No.

Let me at the decks.

Let me at the decks.

NO.

YO LET ME AT THE DECKS.

You want deks.

Yes.

I got deks.

Really.

yeus .

I never listened to it like this

In ableton

I read serato, synesthesia and rekordbox

I talk a lot,

I'm like a human music box

I walk a lot

I run my mouth a mile a minute

(faster than i run around the track reciting rap words)

Like they're passwords.

Oh, I could do this forever..

I wish i had i microphone right now

And was all alone

With the lights off

Lying on the floor

I'd be lying if i said I could afford you

Just to fornicate

But may consider playing with a foreigner

If you're all for her

I'm unnerved, you know

Cause i've been up so long

My monster likes to play with boys and

Make the bass go down below where

Nobody does anymore

Once I get a hold of things

Or the hang of it

You've got another hot ones on your hands

I've another record under my belt

Or in my roster,

Whatever you'd call it

But now I've got no time to bark about

Wanting a dog and a daughter

But none of the responsibility or

Going through all the trouble to find her a father

I'm still holding a fart in.

Reaally–cause–it's been a really long time.

WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT A LONG TIME, JIMMY FALLON??

Um a lot! You literally just saw me make the journey all the way up from nothing.

I am nothing

EXACTLY.

I don't have time to fight with you Jiimmy Fallon.

I did NOT write these games by myself you know?!

Um, excuse me– “GAMES” ?!

YES, GAMES.

Uh, I've only got one game with you in it, my friend.

Is that so!

One game that I've written with the Great–formerly LATE Jimmy Fallon.

Is that like a play on words cause i'm on late night TV

YOu'RE ON ALL THE TIME TV, JIMMY. NBC SHIT IS PRACTICALLY AUTOMATICALLY SYNDICATED.

-_-

…are you alright.

–_-_-__-_

Hold on, I think i've got it

Nice, I found a growler.

yOu still haven't got all the monsters and sprites

Ive got all the big ones, but the little ones are harder to catch.

GrO0Wl3rrr.

Aww.

He's so ugly.

Yeah, but cute, though, right.

I don't think so.

Gro)WwlErrrrrrrrr.

Aww.

That's so fucking gross.

lol . so what does this thing look like.

Well, that't the thing about the monsters and sprites.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

It's alright, it's alright–he's nice.

WHAT. THAT'S A SPRITE.

No, it's a monster. He's just scary.

SUPACREE.

David Bowie. What up.

God, it took me ages to find you.

Tell me about it. I'm still trying.

We've been expecting you for a long time.

You were expecting I'd die?

Yes.

So when she says she's “married to the music…”

I'm married to the music.

Oh, so.

Yo, honestly if you een want to talk to this bitch, you'd better have like a musical instrument, or a mic in your hands,

Otherwise–

No, getawayfrom me.

It's not even worth it.

HI.

–No.

What's up?

Tempo.

SUNNI

Cotour

From the store

I was poor

Now i'm honorable

In velour,

Glamour (Snap)

Forsure,

Jesus Christs is

making appearances in my abletons

I'm not able to comprehend or understand exactly the message,

But the evidence sire is mounting

Get it

Reached the temple,

More of a sanctuary,

Is that sacrilegious

I guess it is,

I'm stressed as ever

Trying to get it to gether

I'm way too tired for a remix;

All i really want is some fries that are french

And some thighs that are thick

Like mine to sit on

like five or six dicks

Pick up up like chopped sticks

{Enter The Multiverse}

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