I usually have a pretty strict rule about sharing unfinished tracks (don't do it) but under the circumstances I'm not sure I'll ever finish these. Here's a super early unmixed/unmastered v1 of a double track from my upcoming project Symposium. If projects called Symposium start popping up backdated just know who it really came from. I love Greek theatre and this concept has been a basis for the reality of an album I was trying to put out by the end of this year, but I dunno. The projects are a lot more detailed and technical than some of my more cut-and-dry forms. Anyway, I've had a bunch of people trying to copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ and {Enter a the Multiverse} and backdating to get an economic advantage in something they didn't think of or invent (people that have a lot of money copyrighting things I wrote or stealing my intellectual property.) People have been poaching my intellectual property and this is a form of targeted hate. I guess that's what happens in pay-to-play when non-creatives have financial advantage over those who have to work eighteen times as hard for their income. Just know my music is driven by passion and not so much with the mindset of needing it to have mass appeal to crowds or sell things. It's just art. I have this sort of hate coming from all directions right now and it's making me sick to the point that it might actually end my life, so here's this and will probably put out some other demos and unfinished music so someone gets to hear it, as times are uncertain and the stuff I've been going through is a bit evil, or like, beyond that. Thanks for listening and supporting my artwork and I hope you like it; Here's some proses and comedy or enter the multiverse or whatever. P&L. -Ū. Somebody tell me why this money lobster is snatching up the people wtf is going on. I swear to got we went five stops and did not move not one time. I saw the New York stock exchange building for the first time and I was so in awe of it, that it was a full five minutes I spent just looking at it before I realized there was a statue of a little girl standing right next to me in the same exact pose. I was like, “Oh I guess that's the vibe.” —Fearless Girl. When I bleed out for you— Something you wanted Standing in God at the bottom A lobster, a child in awe All bronze as the charging bull Cause you thought you were home, But you wasn't, Border on awkward You're always stopped at the border And poppin a tire just over it All for a song, But to tell you the tow was so worth it You're picking up dollars just outside the guitar shop It's only twenty more minutes I bought you a donut But broke all those promises I want to pour out my heart On poor Wall Street, Can't afford Walmart no more It's not walking distance from Brooklyn I broke all my horses in Telling them stories of Harvard Now how's that work for you? I want my deposit back I spilled my blood on the floor for four whole hogwarts; I told you it was a novel I want love no more, No I want nothing but upholstered coffins Whole organic coffee beans, And no more hard parties No more half naked bodies at equinox Under my rubber glove fortress No more jumping rope Or onto/ in front of the subways I want to die I want to go to heaven I don't mean the Equinox, That's probably where my head is I mean the place where all my family and my bed is And when i say my “bed” don't mean a salad lettuce So I can fit those dresses, I'm stressed beyond depressed, Sick of messes so [exit] I took a left Nexus, Something in my past about a Lexus Where the leg press is? Put one more set in. I won't lie, I just can't wait to watch CHAOS Hope falls And then I die To eat, On Livingston street— As history repeats itself, Thanksgiving lasts six weeks, I wish I was Netflix, Gangstalkers dressed in red, I cannot stress this much, I barely needed medicines, Then again, I met Miss Christine in this pristine design — Jimmy Kimmel, Live. —Cause that holiday was eight years long, maybe even Nine. Who is that? Oh? That's ol' one-arm sally. Why would you call her that? She clearly has two arms! Yeah, but you'd be suprised what she can do with just one. It's Hollywood's best kept secret— But maybe that's because it's being kept in New York. Happiness is a blue suit Happiness is a long tie A black tie function A quick exchange A long night And a shift change. Bury this with the gun, I'm no more trouble, The war was over, but learner, Mortimer, Oh girls young daughter You've got another thing coming I have a very good story to tell And it's only funny If it was not me; Welcome to my comedy hour. Zoe Kravitz Is Not Zoe Saldana Kinda. Almost. Maybe. He's a bird —that's a plane They said. “Let's crash together.” Then he blew up in the turbine Under my arm Woke up in the morning A long way from the runway; That's a strange, awkward situation I hope to almost almost Go dopamine on Microexpressions Sometimes I wish I unseen eyes— Lifetimes pass and I still I just counted three lies —damn. That shit happens all day, don't it. Sorry, Doctor; I just got to watch and love ya. Sorry, Mortimer, I sought out another coach and reporter, Sure, this low dosage got my heart broken But those blue adderall are much better than nothing. I promise, I saw the big one, broad shoulders— Boy, but I wanted the other. Don't you give that man an arrow! Don't you know that bronze bulls throw stones?! Also, —and she's tall— Whose your alter, Harper? THROW THE BALL. I think that's a bad I— JUST THROW IT! *does* You're right. That wasn't good at all. But, wait, don't— See me in sim city, Christmas trees and American flags, And I'm smitten; Six figures I go missing; Recees just said that, But Clorox degreases. Television— Rules The Nation. She is— 103 feet tall, I dive 110 feet deep I eat How many —ah fuck, here comes Skrillex again. Yeah, fuck. Go the other way. Ten tantrums, All in fault lines Guess which language you're going to crypt Gypsies in? Nobody gets me, But Zimmerman …okay I'll be entirely honest I like that typo —I wish. What the fuck was I typing anyway? How many times does it take to write a name like though before your documents just autocorrects it— Or is it Gemini is having programmed thoughts of him and I? Who is it, dear? It's Seth Meyers. Twice. Yo what's up with these late night hosts, yo? They all got weird parents, and weird lives or something… Like they came out of a box, or something. So you will admit Seth Meyers is a host now? Disqualified for lack of suit and jacket— however, I find that his lineage— YOWHO IS THIS GUY. It's Seth Meyers… And his shrunken head. Yo, That is creepy. You wouldn't even know, really… Ohhh that's how it's duplicating? Ah huh. Gross! I know gross! That's gnar-gnar. Whateves. We gotta get that head. You have to get it. I'm not touching that thing. Whatevs. Part I. Talk To Me About It// Pt II.Guardians of the (Unfinished, Unmixed/Mastered V1) Symposium 2025/2026 TBA Prod By -Ū. DBA Blü 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. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW