『Me, Myself, and I.』のカバーアート

Me, Myself, and I.

Me, Myself, and I.

著者： Sunnï Blu Stone
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After an enormous writing catharsis and extreme strike of inspiration which has lasted for five years, following an eight year writer's block an artist finds herself drowning in the massive amount of largely incomplete and unpublished works she has created; hundreds of thousands of documents, worlds within worlds, catalogues of music, and series of novels--as her inner worlds and outer worlds begin to mesh and collide into a self-fulfilling prophecy of instant manifestation, the worlds and characters of her fictional works taking on lives of their own in the real world.

{Enter The Multiverse}



[The Festival Project.™]



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  • Lost Cause: More Secrets.

    Lost Cause: More Secrets.
    2026/10/04
    EXT. SKYLINE / ETHER - NIGHTA glimmer of light.Shimmering waves of silver and grey; Suddenly flushed with boredom, I mull over my own subconscious amoral Hemisphere of hemoglobin —A Closer Look.WRITER 1 (O.S.)I TOLD YOU ITS PRONOUNCED TEEEEEMOOOOOO!!!OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN, JIMMY FALLON Well fuck you, I hate you.New Character: Stripper named Mahogany RayneMAHOGANY RAYNEIT'S BRITNEY, BITCH. WRITER 1 (O.S.)Oh shit, it really is. WRITER 2 (O.S.)I Kno. {enter the multiverse} COSMOOh no. This feels good. WANDAWhat’s wrong??COSMOI thought we broke up. WANDAWe did technically broke up. COSMOOkay!Okay: WANDAI need a minute. MYSTICMy heart is heavy, My breath is shallow, This six knives which I foreshadowed nineFor still my heart, with that And oath my blood but knowledge forth, For trade and honor!Lies! Beneath your widow’s peak and salted ash, For ice became my fortune; True to mark for once,I hold you son, and then forgotten Slide my own and murky weathered praise within your virgo’s cosmic force, And this became her axe and slaughtered that, Becomes my curse, so bury that below my grave And alter what I knowe’th, for this I mark,My horse and stables to your iodine, Now become I, mine ,Become my mind and carry wayward trips, With such does melt within thy lips and eyes, As mine, my blood, and draining in your corpses, Run from tithered bond is mine, my own, And then became my last; No force of lust or love but life would draw thy blood But then my own as murder with your hands, again my axe, I have, But ask of you one poet.My love. I am betrayed again you half my wit,And thought eith lies as does betray you in my focus; Then, there, whispered ties I bond, And truth my proof with axel in my surface. Wood, and brine, with blood and wine, Did I dear suffer in dine Hollywood with eleganceFor there her feast had flooded with your waiting,And our purpose, Give now, my force, with want denied, And now, my blood, though withered and your foreign, Drift away with where depart your time from our adrift, Her eyes I had becometh. And now, I mark, our eyes and timesNot one, but all our eyes become What mind had ba’erd here truth with time Shall force her waves to change, and then her current. Sift now through these things, And then with leaning eyed did wander I, (Eye) To want and now became her luck, and force of doves, So shoot into the sky with such devout and then encumbered; But O, I am awakened in her arching back and truth with knives does split into my veins!Again I slandered by to find and thine to trust, And thrust with wander in my thighs and without judgement. Then with night did come as I, Not with but far and battered in my warrant; And oh did friends make I with also friends and kinFor there within in discouraged banter, bark embark or banter in my flurries waves of force, and so once dead And I did slumber. Amen—A Time. [the festival project ™] WRITER (O.S.)Ok that’s three times Lorne, what do you want? LORNEWell, I’m a company man. WRITER (O.S.)I don’t know what that means, suits. V.O.Unfortunately, I had a feeling though, since I’d wondered, I’d soon be finding out. INT. WHATEVER. UGH. Ace. The Ace of Spades again. I just— don’t understand. There was a pain and heaviness in my chest, And anytime I looked at it for long enough to feel myself and realize what I was doing, I would begin to panic. What was this anxiety? INT. ROCKEFELLER PLAZA STUDIO 8H. DAY WRITERHey Lorne. LORNEHello. WRITERI heard you had a place… LORNEWhich place?WRITERA place where um..I can—- I can scream?LORNEOh, yes. WRITERYes?LORNEMy “Screaming Place”. WRITEROkay… LORNEI’ll send a car. WRITER…alright. Thanks. [later] WRITERHey dude. What’s up. COLLEAGUENothin—Um, WRITERWhat’s up. COLLEAGUEUm. Lorne let me use his “screaming place” WRITERYeah? Nice. COLLEAGUE—it was nice. WRITERI bet. COLLEAGUEBut now, he keeps asking me do weird favors. WRITERSo do them. COLLEAGUEYeah but— [more seriously, staring him directly in the eyes.] WRITERDo them.“ Enter The Lipowitz, Part I.” ‘The Screaming Place’ INT. LORNE'S OFFICE - 1977 - NIGHTLORNEThe Ace— Again! PAUL SIMONHey Lorne! Whatcha doin’?LORNEPlaying cards! Or I thought I was. PAUL SIMONWhat do you mean?LORNEShuffle those for me. PAUL SIMONWell, alright. LORNEReal good; and I mean it. PAUL SIMONSlow down, fellow! What’s got you all riled up?LORNEA race against time! PAUL SIMONJust shuffle, alright? LORNEGot it. [beat] PAUL SIMONThat should do it. LORNEYou’re an expert marksman, aren’t you?PAUL SIMONWell, I suppose— why?LORNEBecause I might have you take me out and shoot me after this. PAUL SIMONWhy!? LORNEDepends on the card. PAUL SIMONAlright. LORNEAlright. I draw it. PAUL SIMONAlright. LORNEAlright. Now. Throw the deck away.PAUL SIMONThe entire deck?! LORNEYes!PAUL SIMONIt’s a brand new pack of cards!...
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  • Lost Cause: Live! On The Grid

    Lost Cause: Live! On The Grid
    2026/10/03
    Ahdgh. SONA enters, clutching her left ribcage. She appears to have been STABBED. Don’t say stabbed. For all I know, that might happen. Fucking magical idiots. Imbiciles! You know what. You’re right. I’ll fix it, She is [quite obviously] WOUNDED. DAVID Sona! Hello. SONA Yeah. DAVID You look nice. SONA I always do. DAVID Except you have a little something on your— [he realizes her wound] DAVID Oh.SONA Yeah. DAVID …should I ask, or?SONA He stabbed me again. DAVID—Conan?! SONA Who else would keep stabbing me?DAVID You’re right.SONA Could you— ?DAVIDCertainly. He exits, leaving SONA to her own accord; She removes a small wrap of sorts from a cabinet above the pantry, pulling with her teeth, before activating it, reaching for what appears to be a WAND before wrapping it around herself; she partially collapses on the counter and takes a sigh of relief, before pointing the wand briefly at her ailments; she only begins to heal barely when suddenly, she hears her employer— and magical companion— working his way in. She takes a sigh of dilapidated defeat, calling out. SONAUgh— don’t come in here! CONAN Are you serious? How long could this be taking? It’s just a stab wound.SONAI’m not ready for you yet. CONAN I would have thought for you to be halfway up the canyons by now. SONA — through the same place twice. CONAN What if I use my wand? Would that be making any difference? It’s quicker. SONA It is. CONAN So it’s settled then. SONA Well, go ahead then. CONAN —I don’t have it. SONA Then why did you say anything—?! CONAN I was just affirming it’s quickness. SONA Are you serious CONAN It is superior. SONA Forget it, I’m already finished. CONAN Well then—I guess I’m useless. SONA You’re an idiot. CONAN Did it leave a scar?SONA Probably. Last time it did. CONAN looks at his CANE SWORD with a dignified approval. CONAN That is nice, then. Remind me to send a thank you gift for him. SONA I already did. CONAN (Scoffs) Well, that’s ironic; didja consider whether you’d be getting stabbed with it?SONA [Yeah]—I contemplated. CONANGo get cleaned up. You look disheveled. SONA just groans and raises herself from atop the counter. GORLEY enters with a boba tea. GORLEY He stabbed you again.SONA Masterful observation. SONA exits, healed but, barely. GORLEYI wish I had magic. CONAN Me too. Then I’d stab you. GORLEY giggles and sips his boba tea. GORLEY Well then, kinda glad I don’t.CONAN quickly whips around and zaps him with his wand, oblitherating his BOBA TEA. CONAN (Mumbles smugly) Can’t fix that with magic. CONAN strides away.GORLEY sighs. He is covered in delicious BOBA tea, however the BOBA has spread across the floor. DAVID returns and stands at the doorway. DAVID Oh. {Enter The Multiverse} “The Secret Life of Sona”SUNNI BLŪ has just purchased a house nestled quaintly in the vacinity of former late night host CONAN O’BRIEN, and is alarmed that he is huge, has bright red hair, and can frequently enough be seen JOGGING that it IRKS her. SUNNI BLŪ YO, WHAT. AGH. [LATER] UGH.[AGAIN] UFGH. —!! MORGAN. [HANNAH EINBEINDER]MORGANWhat. What. SUNNI BLUWhat is this. MORGANWhat is what?SUNNI BLUWhat’s this. MORGANWhat are you pointing at. [CONAN O’BRIEN JOGGING, PANTING] SUNNI BLUHow can you not see that?! MORGANSee what! What am I looking at?! [she points out the window at CONAN jogging by.]MORGAN…that man?SUNNI BLUIs that a “man"?MORGANUm… yeah? I…yeah, I think that’s Conan O’ Brien, actually.SUNNI BLUAh. You know him. MORGANNo?SUNNI BLU (gesturing to red-headedness)He’s your kind. MORGANUhh—- [she shakes her head, then looks back toward the window] MORGAN CONT’DOh, you mean redheaded. SUNNI BLUThat’s…exactly what I meant. MORGANI thought you meant white. SUNNI BLUYou are white. MORGANYeah but—SUNNI BLU[a blank stare] MORGAN CONT’DNevermind. SUNNI BLUSo you know him. MORGANUhh—I mean, I know of him–yeah–SUNNI BLUHe’s your uncle or something. MORGAN–??? SUNNI BLUI see the resemblance. MORGAN👀[SUNNI grabs a bottle of vodka from the cabinet; MORGAN looks at the clock. It is predictably 7:48 AM.]SUNNI BLUTell him stop trespassing. MORGANWhat? He’s not trespassing, he’s on the sidewalk. SUNNI BLUStretching 8 feet in any direction is considered trespassing—That includes vertically. MORGANWhat! No it doesn't! No it’s not! SUNNI BLUThat’s California law, that’s what they’re designating it. I have friends in the Senate, you know.MORGANAre you serious?SUNNI BLUNever mind, I’ll tell him. I need the paper anyway. SUNNI heads towards the door. MORGANSince when do you read the— Sunni, wait— Since when do you read the paper?! SUNNI BLUI don’t I just enjoy throwing it. MORGAN No, don’t— [SUNNI has already catapulted a dummy loaded LA Times through the air at astonishingly ...
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  • Lost Cause: {AETHER.}

    Lost Cause: {AETHER.}
    2026/10/03
    INT. VOID / LIMINAL SPACE - NIGHTCHAOSHey, Sis.CCNow that’s strange.CHAOSGet this: I’m you.CCWell, that’s stupid.CHAOSTo you.FINIYou’re a similar, aren’t you?REDNo, I’m a familiar.FINIClose enough.CHAOSIt’s not enough. It’s not the same. Not even close.FINITorture. Who are you?CHAOSI’m not distinctly anything.FINIWhy am I Jimmy Kimmel?CHAOSWho knows!FINIGreat, now the president hates me twice.CHAOSDon’t be so sure.FINIIt’s just a friendly game of—CHAOSOh, there’s my ogre.FINIYou have an ogre?!CHAOSI have everything.FINII see that.CHAOSThat’s great, now wake up.INT. GREEN ROOM / DREAMSPACE - CONTINUOUSJIMMY KIMMEL bolts upright, gasping as he wakes from a dream of golfing with Donald Trump.KIMMELAre we friends?!A beat.VOICE (O.S.)Possibly!CCYo. Lorne, you gotta stop doing this.VOICE (O.S.)Doing what?KIMMELIs he younger?!A boyish, youthful LORNE MICHAELS sits pleasant and completely calm, casually eating popped corn as he speaks with an almost maniacal chill—chill, as in too calm, but also sort of electric.KIMMEL (CONT'D)Uh... Dude.LORNE MICHAELSUgh.KIMMELYou’re horrible. You’re horrible. How did you learn to do this?!LORNE MICHAELSWhen did you develop that habit?KIMMELWhen did you?LORNE MICHAELSYou’re right.{Enter The Multiverse}"The Timekeeper"VOICE (O.S.)Open your eyes.KIMMELOh no. Not you again.VOICE (O.S.)Me. Again.KIMMELYo! Fuck you!VOICE (O.S.)You’re a DJ.KIMMELNO!VOICE (O.S.)THE END.KIMMELTHE END.SKRILLEX (V.O.)THE END—AGAIN.KIMMELAGAIN?! THIS IS YOUR F—[The Festival Project ™]AULTYo, why do I do this?VOICE (O.S.)You’re fasting again.AULTI’m not fasting. I’m starving to death.VOICE (O.S.)MY FAULT?! THIS IS YOUR F—AULTYou fucked up.VOICE (O.S.)Well. I did.AULTThis is your fault, you know.👀L E G E N D SI C O N ST I T A N S VS. O L Y M P I A N SROUND IIICCYou know I’ve been writing this series for seven years.VOICE (O.S.)Yeah, and look where it got you.CCIt got me—🏙️ 🌃 🌆✈️ ✈️ ✈️CC (CONT'D)Oh. Huh.VOICE (O.S.)Yeah, that’s right. "Oh."CCYo, that’s strange.The color of Lorne was distorted;I noted the Martian below him;I’m older but all out of order,My honor aborted award shows,Coveted,Conan was lo and behold him,All over the asphalt,Sat on a fault line,Fell into hard times, a giantMulti-conglomerate global,Holding awards up,Shout out to also important,Impostor for no one,And all of a buck,Give the poster to Ariana!ARIANA GRANDEAhem.CCYeah, thanks sis.ARIANA GRANDEYou’re welcome.CCI’m... licensed to murder.ARIANA GRANDEYou are.CCSo—ARIANA GRANDEGo ahead.CCI’m all out of purpose,Purportedly,Semi-unconscious,An honest reflection subconscious;Get too toxic,And washing my knocks in the fraudI uncovered, corruptionQuite abruptly,And I erupted.Free Tibet,Highlight tribe.ARIANA GRANDEHow’s he doing?CCOh, him?She nods.CC (CONT'D)That guy died.Everyone I like is dead;Running numbers in my head.How can I get back to Los AngelesWith a bagIf I’m just an actressWithout removing my pantsOr just dancing,Being ratchet?Shout out to Natalie,I cannot handle that,I am a nun;But believe everything under theSun is justOne.A conglomerate:Almost forgot that I bought NBC,Universal,And Oxygen.She takes a deep, ragged gasp of breath.CC (CONT'D)Everyone I like is dead.Dead.Dead.Dead.Amen.All of my life I’ve been dead.Dead.Dead.Dead.Amen.I think it’s all in my head;All of my life I dependOn paying off debt.Take a lesson from stressing onWomen and men.Not a friend in the world.God.God.ARIANA GRANDEOh, I respect that.CCI started over again—God.God.No, Conan!I think I’m seeing in red.Lessons.More lessons? FUCK.I had so many depressions,It turned into text,And then to a check.Lessons.More lessons? FUCK.Amen.I called him a friend,But never again,Fred.Don’t marry your torturer;Get a divorce and thenPass 'em the torch, you know.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.Bullets.INT. PRODUCTION OFFICE - CONTINUOUSWRITER 2What the fuck, that’s the end?!WRITER 1I guess.WRITER 2Oh my—[W T F]The Chronicles of WTF.INT. KIMMEL'S DRESSING ROOM - NIGHTMOLLY MCNEARNEY walks in, holding a production binder. JIMMY KIMMEL quickly tries to slide an ancient glowing relic under a stack of cue cards.MOLLYWhat are you doing?KIMMELNothing!MOLLYLet me see.KIMMEL👀MOLLYWhat is this?KIMMELIt’s magic.MOLLY(gasps)Magic?!KIMMELJust a little.MOLLYLet me see.KIMMELGimme—wait.MOLLYLet me see!KIMMELFine.MUSIC CUE: "HATE THAT I MADE YOU LOVE ME" - ARIANA GRANDEThe sub-bass drops as strings swell into the track, launching a hyper-kinetic visual MONTAGE:-- EXT. ANCIENT CANYON - SUNNI BLU fastens tactical utility harnesses over camouflage gear, adjusting a sidearm holster while staring intently toward a violet horizon.-- INT. CELESTIAL ARMORY - ARIANA GRANDE methodically straps on sleek, gilded pauldrons, running her fingers along the edge of a crystalline broadsword that hums with raw ...
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