Episodes

  • bitterbutter.//SW Of Your Scars.

    bitterbutter.//SW Of Your Scars.
    Nov 28 2025

    bitterbutter//SW of Your Scars

    00:00-4:00 - “bitterbutter”

    4:00-End- SouthWest of Your Scars

    (Unmixed V1)

    (unreleased, upcoming)

    Symposium. TBA 2025

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    9 mins
  • Suffering.

    Suffering.
    Nov 28 2025

    Wh—

    Good morning sunshine.

    —why did you wake me up?

    You're on in five.

    I'm—what?! Aren't you aware that “nap time” is “nap time”?! ITS IN MY CONTRACT.

    It's also in your contract that you host the show.

    Oh my—

    —in like, five minutes. Four and a half, really. Or three.

    AUGH! Where's Deborah?

    Who the fuck is “Debra”?

    No, Deborah— you've gotta be kidding me. DEBBIE!

    What?!

    Come on, give me Debbie. You know Debbie, don't you? Come on!

    I thought it was Debrah?

    No it's—

    {Enter The Multiverse}

    GUILLERMO English not that good..

    A blurred and cloudy vision awakes us as the former dreamer to GUILLERMO, who appears to be perched with his foot upon a rock in a domineering yet hunched and drunken stance to be profusely yelling at someone in SPANISH.

    (Hecho En Mexico)

    As we look closer, he appears to be yelling quite belligerently at a MULE.

    [Extremely inebriated and profanity laden and heavily dialected Mexican Spanish]

    ¡—ay pindejo!

    ¿…Guillermo?

    GUILLERMO turns back and uncrossed his hunch, throwing a roped machete over his shoulder to his back. He he neither confirms nor denies himself, and rather just passes in a hobble of inebriated self certainty with a crooked smile.

    Heh.

    Where the hell are we?

    We're down on that farmland out in Mexico Guillermo bought with all that Kimmel money…

    Kimmel! I should have known he had something to do with this.

    He does. Cause he always does— but well—

    GUILLERMO in the nearby distance brutally opens a COCONUT with his MACHETE and chases his TEQUILLA with it.

    —Guillermo is King here.

    GUILLERMO catches wind of this conversation and interjects.

    EN ESPAÑOL

    GUILLERMO

    ¡Órale, pues! ¿¡Qué chingados están esperando!? ¡Pónganse vergas, pinches güeyes mugrosos!

    Oh shit.

    We'd better—

    Yeah.

    GUILLERMO.

    {ENTER THE MULTIVERSE}

    Órale! ¡Levántense ya, pinches nacos de mierda hijos de su puta madre... pendejos!

    L E G E N D S

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    1 hr and 2 mins
  • flower.

    flower.
    Nov 28 2025
    Gotta love [hatred]; Single mother raised a surfer Caught the california coast And all the love of mother– Dontcha know it takes a whole village Don't you know You killed my whole village? I, mother, grew up there a sawdust Choctaw, I walked across mountains and Draw sandcastles on all antarctica? Dontcha know America the beautiful from day one wanted all us Sumwuns Homeless? I yearn for the coast, But all i got was motorcycles I'd die for the surf But all i got was homeless shelters, Project housing No, don't talk back, but on your conscious Are all the drugs you swallow Just to hold the thoughts back Of the sons and daughters slaughtered For your coastal homes on water From that old money in boston To the college that it funded But you're under the impression that you earned it. Never was a live lived any easier than these and he's and hers With blue eyes; Live on autopilot unless otherwise decided Undeserving of your turkey Put machines to work for war, with every word you wrote An order form to be ignored From old man tom On turkey day; You never would forget that he was red Till he regrets to get the President a gift Of sacrificial and indigenous proportions So much for portion and/or guun control The model girls are throwing up their supper Passing over butter on the cornbread Never apple cider, only water Meanwhile in africa, It not has rained a drop No more the currency prints pennies for your thoughts no store bought penne for these staten island italians either Lets just react to image over Islam; Can the taliban afford it? A four door? Guess not. Each day at 7 o clock They use a corvette as a gun And kets just hope this judge sits highly on her honor code Beyond nazi enforcement endorsements for internment camps And turn it down; You tried your very hardest But they want you in a dungeon Or the projects, Where its much worse Marcy houses But no more the rappers platinum come from Broken home; The trappers are all planted Have a plate or more of shit you can't afford Unless you're working late Adore commercial holidays for profit ignore the purpose of the slaughter Punish all the poor, but right after you rob them Take a snore and pour your water over corn atop the cob, And in another world just hope your boy comes home from war, Or door-to-door insurance sales You might as well just heads or tails To whether you will live or die to tell the tale Of black or white Over your pecan/pumpkin pie. I don't think i'm really supposed to celebrate “thanksgiving” this year. It seems even my ancestors were forcefully evicted and tortured simply just for existing. Why should i expect in this day and age it should be any different? I'm being targeted simply just for attempting to exist in the United State of America as an African American Indigenous. Perhaps, just as in the days of the great genocide–were I perfect and young with light skin I would be left alive, to marry and make good children. But instead I am seen as a thing, and left out easily in the street– Perhaps because they haven't use for me. It is easy to torture ugly things–from which some even draw enjoyment. And so it seems my time in the world is coming to an end, And if today i am thankful for anything at all, it is this. The end of a torturous and pitiful, wretched life. THE MISTRESS coils an emerald stone and tumbles it into her expanded palm— it momentarily transforms into an equally as emerald SNAKE before becoming once again a stone inside her palm. Enamoured, she looks it over with amusement, but still sighs with the dismissal of boredom. —oh look at that, I do have a snake. What do you know! She grumbles. Not much of snakes but they do, at the least, bring dreams to nightmares… Don't they! How posh. {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S flower. Unreleased — TBA 2026 Prod. By -Ū. DBA Blū Tha Gürū Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW.
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    3 mins
  • Anita Palindrome.

    Anita Palindrome.
    Nov 28 2025

    I just don't wanna stop

    I'm down, I won't come back up

    I just does spectacular

    Your a spaturlar with no pam

    So your ham gets stuck;

    Like traffic.

    Fuck

    That's tragic;

    Mu is magic

    Pack mad vanacular

    ‘cross Atlantic

    Records: put wax on the tracks I'm stacking

    Watch is platinum and not plastic

    I recycle bought my own bag and shit

    That's an Apple Watch

    So your mad and shit

    Cause now your whole life has been hacked and shit

    I'm a has been that's been back and shit

    I put the whole black inside of the blacklist

    Writin my rhymes inside Whole Foods bags and shit

    So it vanishes

    When I light matches

    I can't redact that,

    Man that shit tragic!

    It just two minutes of spittin

    Imm a class act

    Hat is your highnesses

    Do I do what I wants?

    Was it a car or a cat I saw?

    I can'thack it y'all

    Since I been on this block

    My axis whack as wobbles

    Lost all my marbles

    At the rock

    I swear to

    [Got'Eeem]

    I do what I want

    I do what I want?

    I do what I want.

    I do what I want

    Do I do what I want

    [Ummm. Hello?!]

    Anita Palindrome.

    (Instrumental)

    Unreleased TBA 2025

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    2 mins
  • The Winery. (Instrumental)

    The Winery. (Instrumental)
    Nov 27 2025
    Lil Bitz LOST CAUSE I saw this dude and i thought to myself Ooh, he got a big forehead –FIVE head! But then i kept seeing him and every time i seen him the number increased. Six head! Seven head! Eight head! NINE HEAD Eventua;ly all i could see was his head. The rest didnt even exist no more The room became his head, I'm like, “Wuhhooahhhh” {Enter The Multiverse} SUNNI BLU ooh , she think she bad But she know she aint bad She wantto be bad But we know she aint bad, son She be getting ready in the bathroom, Bad stuff She be take that pink inside the powderm, at the club Boo boo boo! she pretty but she roode She just about a tool; I'm finna acta fool Gaddang Aint no way she think she famous She cant even bang! Bitch get out my way Go take ur medication! Jeezuz, I ben vegan long time but want Cheeze itz And i need a girlfriend —I think she's it Got me cheesin' Order some Chinese-es On eazy puff Cuh she know i like it ruff On wifey i cant get enough My life i put my life on God Oh christ I cross my heart I be like ten feet tall L E G E N D S What do you do when death is on your doorstep? You let him in, give him a kiss Warm on the forehead and then sit him down for dinner. That is, before you look inward. Cause it feels so good to die, don't it? Or don't you remember? SUNNI BLU YO THAT JUST GAVE ME SEVERE ANXIETY, SON. YOOO Lil Bitzs ISO Sunni Blu Lost Cause I JUST WATCHED A WHOLE DE LA SOUL SET that had a DJ BOOTH IN IT THAT DID NOT GET TOUCHED THE WHOLE SET. Half the first verse went by, i'm like, “Alright, come on. Touch the decks.” He did not. The whole first verse went by, HE DID NOT TOUCH THE DECKS. He just sittin there in the background like, “1, 2, 3!” I'm like, “yeah , alright, 1,2,3– TOUCH THE DECKS.” Then the second verse started, He's still sitting there like, “1,2,3!” I'm starting to have a heart attack like, ‘…TOUCH THE DECKS.' He did not touch the decks! Now he dancin, Hands up in the air. I'm like, “COME ON BRUH.” Talkin bout “Long Island” “1,2,3!” TOUCH THE DECKS. He did not touch the decks. Second Verse: I'm like, “omg he not touchin the decks” Then they bring out a whole band… And i'm like, “Oh, he finna play with the band.” He did NOT. The band came out, Third verse– He steps away from the decks. I'm like— “What the fuck is going on here.” Then he just dancin around, BOTH hands in the air i'm like, “ok ….where the DJ AT.” COME ON DJ— TOUCH THE DECKS. The whole song went by. He did not touch the decks. He exit stage right. Everybody exit, Peace out. Left the decks right there. By themselves. UNTOUCHED. Center stage. I thought i died. They brought the whole DJ booth; They brought all the decks…. They set the decks up, They did the whole song. The decks did not get touched. Not one time. Not once did the decks get touched. I died. Then I came back, and i thought. “I might be the only non-male person alive To be this mad—- That a deck did not get touched.” How's that. 5 out of 10. It was almost a dick joke. That's why I gave it a five. Almost a dick–is not a dick. By God, you're right. 5 inches is not a dick. Not even of really good penis. I'm sorry, It's just not. {Enter The Multiverse} It's not a DJ set if your hands are above your head more than 10% of the time. Period. #facts You gotta touch the decks. [The Festival Project ™ ] It's like 5 in the morning on thanksgiving, i just watched Jimmy Kimmel and i'm about to eat some tacos. Cause my life been like that. {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S The Winery. (Instrumental) Unreleased — TBA 2026 Prod. By -Ū. DBA Blū Tha Gürū Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW.
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    3 mins
  • BAM!

    BAM!
    Nov 27 2025

    {Enter The Multiverse}

    L E G E N D S

    INT. SHOWER. WHENEVER

    NICOLE BYER

    Heeeey dum-dum!

    …I don't know why you keep doing this.

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    1 hr and 15 mins
  • “—(Counting)Time.”

    “—(Counting)Time.”
    Nov 27 2025
    Rules of time travel: 1. Don't. 2. There are no rules. 3. Know Yourself One should know how to spot or recognize any parallel, paradoxical, or pro-dimensional version of oneself in the various multidimentional and infinite realities displayed both on and off of the grid in alignment {Enter The Multiverse} THE TITANS and OTHER DIETIES ARE FIGHTING an EPIC BATTLE in the DREAMWORLD —however, the battle is ABRUPTLY PAUSED when their HUMAN COUNTERPARTS in our own PARALLELS are awakened. Oh, so that's why he wants all that rufintinol… EXACTLY! MEANWHILE ERYKAH BADU enters the CHAMBERS. BADU I need candlelight to do what I'm about to do… For I counted— Thrice. And I laid six hands upon her grave; Six times the serpent never faught And so remained my heart as sacred. These people are fucking obsessed with me. Sim: Similar to human force, but not. Subjectively comparative to that of a familiar, A Similar seeks in its nature to exist for the soul purpose of a magician's makeshift (or temporary) parallels), in order to form a bond to which the reality it seeks is material, rather than theoretical. In that sense, a Similar eventually ceases to exist entirely once this task is established and formed a concrete foundation in which this multiconditional energy has an exact route one way or another— such is the familiar or other medicinal artofaxts such as a ‘totem' or poppet, however increasingly more complex. Similar energies are made to look and intuitively co-exist among humans but lack certain conscious or emotional elements, and fundamentally, spiritual energy. A similar mustn't be programmed, however like inanimate material objects, and are instead formed with a sort of energy which is encrypted by the magician itself, by creating a limited energy of oneself which is then for lack of a better term, ‘injected' into the electromagnetic field or aura of such a creature that remains and dwells in the realm of lower conciousness— it is for this purpose that the Sim remains in such that is a shield against energy of foreign nature which might corrupt the making of this primitive or primordial material construct. This energy does not travel and is thus conformed to its stake in the grid of multidimentional plans it is made in. I don't understand. [The Festival Project ™] Come here, cat. Oh, no! L E G E N D S BLŪ looks into the fridge. It is EMPTY. CHAOS I have lots of food…at my house. FINI Ugh, what is his job, anyway? Yeah, what does he even do?? CC If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. {Enter The Multiverse} I hate him! Just golf, would you? I do! I hate everything right now. Just hit the ball! —these are not even your games— Just golf! Goddamn you! —I don't know why you keep playing them! He hits the ball VERY hard. GOD! Finally! —and dragging me into it! Your anger may be making your game better. —and it's Top Golf. I don't see anyone playing these types of bets. He hits the ball. You were right. $10 Dollars. [The Festival Project ™] He is troubled —and she is weeping. BADU With three knives I found my blood; And with three knives I found my art And with three more I severed hearts— And tears remained upon the blade. And on, Their paper was our mirrors for eyes And I became not One, But all or more, And trust upon the world, Her core. The battle has won. I talk to you in my sleep, Therefore I am your fortune My love, I weep to wake from dreams To which we are tied in sacred honor As Divine. At once, my time is come, And though I shake with fear and favor, My making of your fortress shall be mine, In heart, forever. Amen. In all the ways I love you, And yet, cannot. Shatter my heart, For things are blind, And now I covet such as times That trees brought up from seeds grow wise. Hey, somebody— Make me laugh. Mr. Colbert? …your honor. Not it! V.O, The truth is, I don't know what I did at that party. [The Festival Project ™] FRENCH HENCHMAN Be in Los Angeles by sundown. MAU5 …but I live in Toronto. FRENCH HENCHMAN Precisely. MAU5 …why are you asking me to travel on my time? FRENCH HENCHMAN —because I know you're capable of this! MAU5 Ugh. Fine. FRENCH HENCHMAN See u soon. MAU5 Honey! Where's my mouse head? APPARENTLY ALSO KELLY It's in the shop. MAU5 What? APPARENTLY ALSO KELLY That's what the assistant told me. MAU5 What assistant? APPARENTLY ALSO KELLY *Shrugs.* ‍♀️ MAU5 …ur so pretty. {Enter The Multiverse} I heard and hurt that it's a numbers game; I'm laying in my grave, A shallow pool of doom and hatred But I have my name And it is mine and mine alone And it is mind and mind as one And it is time and time again I wish to die But then become another. PARIS TIPTON walks into THE HILTON HOTEL and launches into...
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    27 mins
  • Good ‘Ol Johnny O! (Instrumental)

    Good ‘Ol Johnny O! (Instrumental)
    Nov 26 2025

    Good ‘Ol Johnny O!

    (Unreleased)

    {Enter athe Multiverse}

    {Enter The Multiverse}

    L E G E N D S

    Prod. by -Ū.

    DBA Blū Tha Gürū

    Preformed by: SUNNI BLU

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    3 mins