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Welcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: D&D.Sci Scenario Index, published by aphyer on July 23, 2024 on LessWrong. There have been a lot of D&D.Sci scenarios, but there's a lot of variance between them in complexity and quality. Some are more difficult, and might not be a good place to start, while others are much simpler - some were very good, while others on reflection didn't flow quite right. Unfortunately, LW karma doesn't track the quality of these scenarios very well: often mediocre scenarios are higher-karma than better scenarios (whether because they had good writing around a poor scenario, or because people upvoted before playing them, or just because more people happened to be online and see them). If you're interested in playing D&D.Sci scenarios, but don't know where to start, this index (compiled by frequent authors abstractapplic and aphyer, we'll try to keep this updated going forwards) is a good reference point to make sure you can pick good scenarios at a difficulty level you're comfortable with. If you're new to D&D.Sci, you should probably start with the lower-Complexity scenarios and move up to the higher-Complexity ones. Scenarios with Quality Rating 1-2 are probably less worth playing, while the higher-rated ones are ones we'd recommend. Scenario Complexity Rating (1=easy, 5=hard) Quality Rating (1=low, 5=high) Author[1] D&D.Sci: Whom Shall You Call? 2 2[2] abstractapplic D&D.Sci Alchemy: Archmage Anachronos and the Supply Chain Issues 3 5 aphyer D&D.Sci Long War: Defender of Data-mocracy 4 4 aphyer D&D.Sci (Easy Mode): On The Construction Of Impossible Structures 1 3 abstractapplic D&D.Sci: The Mad Tyrant's Pet Turtles 4 4[3] abstractapplic D&D.Sci(-fi): Colonizing the SuperHyperSphere 3 3[3] abstractapplic D&D.Sci 5E: Return of the League of Defenders 4 3 aphyer D&D.Sci: All the D8a. Allllllll of it. 5 1[4] aphyer D&D.Sci December 2022: The Boojumologist 2 1[2] abstractapplic D&D.Sci September 2022: The Allocation Helm 3 4 abstractapplic Dwarves & D.Sci: Data Fortress 3 3 aphyer Ars D&D.sci: Mysteries of Mana 3 3 aphyer D&D.Sci June 2022: A Goddess Tried To Reincarnate Me Into Another World 2 2[2] abstractapplic D&D.Sci Divination: Nine Black Doves 4 2 aphyer Duels & D.Sci March 2022: It's time for D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-data! 5 5 aphyer D&D.SCP: Anomalous Acquisitions 5 2[5] aphyer D&D.Sci Holiday Special: How the Grinch Pessimized Christmas 3 3 aphyer D&D.Sci Dungeoncrawling: The Crown of Command 4 3 aphyer D&D.Sci 4th Edition: League of Defenders of the Storm 4 5 aphyer D&D.Sci Pathfinder: Return of the Gray Swan 5[6] 2 aphyer D&D.Sci August 2021: The Oracle and the Monk 2 4 abstractapplic D&D.Sci(-Fi) June 2021: The Duel with Earwax 4 3 abstractapplic D&D.Sci May 2021: Monster Carcass Auction 2 2 abstractapplic D&D.Sci April 2021: Voyages of the Gray Swan 2 5[3] abstractapplic D&D.Sci III: Mancer Matchups 3 1 abstractapplic D&D.Sci II: The Sorceror's Personal Shopper 2 5[3] abstractapplic D&D.Sci 3 5 abstractapplic If you disagree with any of these ratings let us know, we're happy to review - there were some scenarios where we disagreed on the correct rating while compiling this list, and we'd appreciate your comments as an outside view, especially if you're a frequent player! 1. ^ Keen-eyed readers will notice a correlation between this column and the 'Complexity' column. 2. ^ abstractapplic: These scenarios were attempts to convey / demonstrate specific ideas with real-world relevance; I judge that they failed at this; I therefore grade them a little less generously than you might. 3. ^ abstractapplic: These scenarios were attempts to convey / demonstrate specific ideas with real-world relevance; I judge that they succeeded at this; I therefore grade them a little more generously than you might. 4. ^ aphyer: I thought this scenario was great, and still do, but given that ...

Link to original articleWelcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: D&D.Sci Scenario Index, published by aphyer on July 23, 2024 on LessWrong. There have been a lot of D&D.Sci scenarios, but there's a lot of variance between them in complexity and quality. Some are more difficult, and might not be a good place to start, while others are much simpler - some were very good, while others on reflection didn't flow quite right. Unfortunately, LW karma doesn't track the quality of these scenarios very well: often mediocre scenarios are higher-karma than better scenarios (whether because they had good writing around a poor scenario, or because people upvoted before playing them, or just because more people happened to be online and see them). If you're interested in playing D&D.Sci scenarios, but don't know where to start, this index (compiled by frequent authors abstractapplic and aphyer, we'll try to keep this updated going forwards) is a good reference point to make sure you can pick good scenarios at a difficulty level you're comfortable with. If you're new to D&D.Sci, you should probably start with the lower-Complexity scenarios and move up to the higher-Complexity ones. Scenarios with Quality Rating 1-2 are probably less worth playing, while the higher-rated ones are ones we'd recommend. Scenario Complexity Rating (1=easy, 5=hard) Quality Rating (1=low, 5=high) Author[1] D&D.Sci: Whom Shall You Call? 2 2[2] abstractapplic D&D.Sci Alchemy: Archmage Anachronos and the Supply Chain Issues 3 5 aphyer D&D.Sci Long War: Defender of Data-mocracy 4 4 aphyer D&D.Sci (Easy Mode): On The Construction Of Impossible Structures 1 3 abstractapplic D&D.Sci: The Mad Tyrant's Pet Turtles 4 4[3] abstractapplic D&D.Sci(-fi): Colonizing the SuperHyperSphere 3 3[3] abstractapplic D&D.Sci 5E: Return of the League of Defenders 4 3 aphyer D&D.Sci: All the D8a. Allllllll of it. 5 1[4] aphyer D&D.Sci December 2022: The Boojumologist 2 1[2] abstractapplic D&D.Sci September 2022: The Allocation Helm 3 4 abstractapplic Dwarves & D.Sci: Data Fortress 3 3 aphyer Ars D&D.sci: Mysteries of Mana 3 3 aphyer D&D.Sci June 2022: A Goddess Tried To Reincarnate Me Into Another World 2 2[2] abstractapplic D&D.Sci Divination: Nine Black Doves 4 2 aphyer Duels & D.Sci March 2022: It's time for D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-data! 5 5 aphyer D&D.SCP: Anomalous Acquisitions 5 2[5] aphyer D&D.Sci Holiday Special: How the Grinch Pessimized Christmas 3 3 aphyer D&D.Sci Dungeoncrawling: The Crown of Command 4 3 aphyer D&D.Sci 4th Edition: League of Defenders of the Storm 4 5 aphyer D&D.Sci Pathfinder: Return of the Gray Swan 5[6] 2 aphyer D&D.Sci August 2021: The Oracle and the Monk 2 4 abstractapplic D&D.Sci(-Fi) June 2021: The Duel with Earwax 4 3 abstractapplic D&D.Sci May 2021: Monster Carcass Auction 2 2 abstractapplic D&D.Sci April 2021: Voyages of the Gray Swan 2 5[3] abstractapplic D&D.Sci III: Mancer Matchups 3 1 abstractapplic D&D.Sci II: The Sorceror's Personal Shopper 2 5[3] abstractapplic D&D.Sci 3 5 abstractapplic If you disagree with any of these ratings let us know, we're happy to review - there were some scenarios where we disagreed on the correct rating while compiling this list, and we'd appreciate your comments as an outside view, especially if you're a frequent player! 1. ^ Keen-eyed readers will notice a correlation between this column and the 'Complexity' column. 2. ^ abstractapplic: These scenarios were attempts to convey / demonstrate specific ideas with real-world relevance; I judge that they failed at this; I therefore grade them a little less generously than you might. 3. ^ abstractapplic: These scenarios were attempts to convey / demonstrate specific ideas with real-world relevance; I judge that they succeeded at this; I therefore grade them a little more generously than you might. 4. ^ aphyer: I thought this scenario was great, and still do, but given that ...

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“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exact— I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. 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Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are racing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I've had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* So I finally found the picture, And just stare at it I never really know what else to do So I just stare at it I used to keep it in the background, As my wallpaper, But couldn't stand it I'm just a fanatic, i-- I am Just a fanatic Damn I'm just a fanatic I never found my attic and My speaker set was stolen Just before one was about to blow (Before one was about to blow) I think I might go get my passport So I can just flee But I just don't know where to go (But I just don't know where to go) You probably hate me Or I hate me just enough for just the both of us I told you, I'm so sorry (I am sorry, I am sorry) You don't have to worry, I would never follow you; Online, or in the streets I'm just a fiend, I'm just an addict (Likeness is what you've attracted) So, there is no moving forward And there is no going back I want to go to Harvard But there is no going back And I used to think I had it, Turns out, I'm just "average" Got a job, But couldn't stand it, I I'm just a fanatic, i-- I am Just a fanatic Damn I'm just a fanatic I woke up from a bad dream And your music was so calming But I didn't really listen I was really only waking I just wished that I could listen But I wish a lot of things I wish to make this song I'm writing And wish you'd approve of me I wish that I was really pretty So I didn't have to try I wish I was so pretty that I could just look you in the eye I wish that you would stop and peep my Twitter page while scrolling by I wish that maybe I was half as pretty as my pretty vibe I wish that anytime I did something, you loved it every time I wish that when I think about you, I don't always have to cry I wish the girl who took the photograph was right here by my side; So I could ask if she or God herself adjusted all the light I want to know if she or God herself adjusted all the light I want to know not wonder why you both are always on my mind I wish I knew if she or God herself found peace where I found mine {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U. Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

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“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to cetalogue albums Bow I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are rasing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I'be had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to cetalogue albums Bow I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are rasing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I'be had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to cetalogue albums Bow I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are rasing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I'be had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

“White people suck!” This is a self-stated fact. White people are the only ones going around saying that shit. I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that. “White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it. I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist. *may or may not have* He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture. He'd say shit like “WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE” Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race” Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races. White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier— People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period. They get away with so much shit. This is a result of white dominance. It's true. But this guy. Lol. This guy would say things like “WE made ourselves the TOP RACE” And then further contradict himself by saying things like, “I don't believe in race” He was a narcissist. Yeah. Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things. FUCK. I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex. More on that later. I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence— BUT. He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman. It was like he was rubbing it in my face. For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like “I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l” I'm like, dude…shut up. “WHITE PEOPLE SUCK!” Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay. Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose. I'm like, This is the new white power movent: We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other! Perfect. But no, they are not the “top race” There are more retarded white people than anyone else— We even had one as President for 8 years! I'm just kidding. No, I'm not. I don't hate trump. He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct. I don't hate him! He's hilarious! When he's not directly effecting my existence— Hes funny. But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world! Wow! No, it's okay. I'm not racist. I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black. I learned to love-hate everybody equally. Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone. So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Everybody's on the phone. I'm like “Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.” I'm like, “I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me— You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!” They ain't shit. But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them. Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like, “BUT I LOVE YOUuuuuUu” Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up. BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT. Get off the PHONE. Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of. I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so— I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house. Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh. Anyway. But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just “Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit. I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit. All dudes talk about is females so - I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls. This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace” Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic— But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world. SUCKS TO SUUUUUUCK. “No justice, no peace” Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like, “FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!” I'm like, I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace” After a week of this ridiculousness, I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet. Lol that's not funny. They're like, “Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace” The other cops like, “Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up” Lol that's terrible. Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other. Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers. But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive. Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that. So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can. But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most. What! I'm homeless! That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty. And I get it. It's cultural oppression. This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay. I get it. I do. But at this point, I'm like “This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.” I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong, I'm like, “Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “ “Just fucking blow it all up. “ I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war. “Drop that nuke directly on my face.” I want to be ground zero. Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it. I don't care about anything. My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it. I don't even have a fucking HOME. You need a home just to have a BODY. The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work. You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep, These are not recommendations!! These are requirements, Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen— I got over it. I'm like “fuck this race war” Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch. Humans are fucked up. Black. White. Everybody in between. Everybody's fucked up, yo. Greed fucked up humanity. All of it. —but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world. Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas— NIGGAS. And they're in a homeless shelter. I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children. Men are fucked up! Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers. I'm not saying there aren't any good ones— There are. They're just married. I respect marriage so much. I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized “This is not how marriage is supposed to be.” It's fucked up. The good ones are taken, usually. And the sad thing is, Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic. That happened to me. I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like, “Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker” FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex. Yep. I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage. You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though? My fucking marriage. UGH. FUCK THESE NIGGAS. They'll have you fucked up. They'll have you homeless. They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up. And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD. She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him. Then when he's done with her? Yep. Trash pile. Fuck these dudes. So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit *most, not all. Done offend men. They'll kill you. They'll worse than kill you. They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up— Then kill you. So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment” I'm like “okay” So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away— I'm like, “Wait a minute: So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?” “Yeah” Fuck the system. I'm just jaded. I love/hate everything and everyone the same. You know why? Cause it's the same fucking emotion. They're not opposites. They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion. Passion. Passionate fury Passionate love Passionate rage. All really the same thing. The opposite of love isn't hate. The opposite of love is fear. Weekend on a Tuesday R3HQB & Laidback Luke Love, much like death Is just an illusion another contusion, confusion I'm a loose fuse confusious Lucius, Lucifer loosens Two tooth's, apathetic: I'm so pathetic, No sympathy for the devil No empathy for the dead SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop Why stop n shop CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD. Racist ass motherfuckers. Supacree. No, Dude. No. Okay! Chak Chel! Mm. -_- I need to talk to you. Please. Step away. Wait! M—no. [she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.] *sighs* [she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.] Where does that go. I don't know. *she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole* Uhh— She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void. Oh, my God! He stares off into the distance worriedly— Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away. Why Dillon Francis Idk I died and went to hell and back and back to hell again An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up I'm stuck in a nightmare, I can't wake up Where's Shia laboeoff? It's wild and rough Inspired enough By being in lust Pretending it's love But it's nothing Jimmy Fallon FLASHBACK : season 4 ANANDAR has an interesting medallion. one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought: Couldn't really be much worse. Might as well fuck this dude: Not like I could ever get the real thing. Turns out I was wrong twice. FLASHBACK: season 6 SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE. Huh. Oh wow, yeah. Yeah. So what does Dillon Francis want out of this? Figure it out! Uhhh!! What about deadmau5? JOEL ZIMMERMAN I want nothing to do with this DEADMAU5 …are you sure. JOEL Yes. KASKADE enters swiftly. JOEL Ugh, this dude DEADMAU5 WHAT UP, HOMIE. KASKADE WHAT IS UP. JOEL Ugh. RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly. RYAN …am I late? JOEL You made it! RYAN Well, I promised. DEADMAU5 You are late. KASKADE Ugh, this dude. RYAN Nobody likes you. DEADMAU5 Say that to my face. RYAN Where is it. KASKADE Ooh. Burn. JOEL Oh-Kay. Let's go. Lol. Where are these dudes going. I guess we'll see. PASQUALE. Ahem. PASQUALE— Yes? What are you doing? Working on something. Working on what. Something. PASQUALE WHAT. GET IN HERE. Fine, I don't have eyes— I super sauna Flora-Fauna Outer space And out of stardust Superstardom Flawed, But by design, Align with all of ‘em Fine, I really don't find you Kind of attractive Damn, I'm damaged Do you mind Or do you plan on dying anytime Fine I can't be white, But can be tiny, That way, finally, When I'm someone's wife; I'm the right weight and height for them to like me Enough that they might— I mean just might Not cheat. Horrible. All I want is your attention— A ten A ten-tension I wnant your attention A ten A ten-tension Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic. GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO— Yeah, that's right— I'm gonna throw up. Don't throw up in my house. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE— YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH— Aw, shit, it's on. KAAAAAHHHHMEEEEE— Is this dragon ball Z? No, it's FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING If I hear Renaissance one more time, I might just— I might just You're right It's white power, it's alt right, I can't fight it It's alright It's just another night In the heights In the no flight list I'm on hiatus, I'm high, thanks plankton I'm pinapple, might just wine Or whinehouse, If I had my own house, despite this Whatever This records all hype, Supply and Demand I'm a Diamond For your demon Indegenous genetics yet I'm homeless, on stolen land I'm hopeless, once again I stole this l, I am Sam I'm alone in this— Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass, It's bombastic, I'm so past it Just wanna throw a bomb at it; Used to cetalogue albums Bow I'm analog, all bad, I'm so mad I wanna take it all back Like all that This is Allllllll, that this is— Is she coming back? Maybe. MAYBE?! Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro. 10 bands?! ‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.' Oh man, they hate us Why God, do they hate us Light skinned ballerinas— Life is what you make it Raise up from this hatred Make my grave With raising canes and gravy Make the best of what you gave me Questions in my mind arising Or are rasing I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV thinking God, Why do they hate us Why do they hate us? USA Why do they hate us Why Why why Why do they hate us A master hypnotist; Why waste a wish on this— The fog, or mist obscured my vision Interest in THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. Now, wake up. OH MY GOD. What do you want? I want to wake up from this nightmare, I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair I want to go to Long Island on the ferry, I want to be there, But clearly, I'm here, and I'm sorry But I'm growing wary That God's even aware of me I hate this. Oh shit. What, man. I just realized— we're all gonna get really old. Maybe… —or we're gonna die. Yeah, that's why I said “maybe” That's fucking terrifying. Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality? …I don't know. *hits bong worriedly* I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER. I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!! Damn, Drake Bell; I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you; You stay fucking up. Dammit. What. I fucked up. You just stay fucking up And I stay fucking up And I say I'm over it, But I'm a stray puppy; A squirrel that's in search of a nut And you are what you eat So I guess I'm a butt Or bananas I'be had it I almost miss my hammock I take that back I ________ Manhattan Hey, you gotta stay stateside. What. For what. NEWS: WORLD WAR III Ah, fucking shit. So, what am I supposed to do for mon— MILITARY: Get over here— No. Look, it's SkrillexZ. No. How about— No. Believe it or not, I want what you want, m I love what you love, and then some; Gone for a walk in the park, With my heart in my pocket, I hope she shows up soon I hope that she's all that you've always wanted Since I'm not, And when I'm gone My songs remind you of what Love was, The love that I had, And the love that I loved just to love And the love that I wrote in the songs that You offered I hope she shows up And she's all that you wanted; I want what you want, And I love what you love, I promise l I hope she shows up soon She's all that you wanted; I wanted to love you, But want what you want, hun I promise; I'm just coming off a long one I love you for the long haul, And then some // I keep on forgetting That I'm not that pretty to, Or around you So I'll just— Do what I do, And move into the room Where my room meets you, In the vacuum of time and— Collisions, and splinters Unseasonable winters and Missed kindergarten graduations, I'm assuming at least I can't move, Or can't focus, Can't write many words, Or recite all my poems There's just not enough time left That I have Imm mindless I might have to find A flight To the homeland, and I don't want to fight, in this war I was drafted; I wrote that before, Now I'm captain Disasterous… Has it begun yet? It hasn't been fun yet, Just tragic I haven't forggtten the traffic I still have the hat. I just might not be black But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess Sending signals, distress Matching sigmas, And sigils, Invested in candle light vigils Twisted like pretzels; The rest of the West is in shambles And I'm steady rambling, Scrambling What's the preamble, pastor? Last again firstly, And first again last; How's that feel? How's dinner after a hot meal, 2 days of cornmeal, I'm horny, But still won't eat honey All out of money l l Submitting to your said supremacy This, I'll remember— It's cinders and embers and ashes l The fire you search for Went out in the rain that I called for The dance that I managed to salvage From out of the past, Like the misters and masters I asked for the land that I am back And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand And we're all just grains of sand I should want for nothing, But I find you at the forefront, Sniffing cocaine Yelling my name In the most profane way Ah, down the alley, she goes But— WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I'm losing control, now I can't get out of it Or into it I'm on a roll now; The role of my life, It turns out, Was just my life Now I'm lifeless inside “Yeah right” *sigh* “Like anybody loves me” *crying* “Like anybody likes me” Yeah, that's right Just lay down and die; Lay down in the street like a dog, “If you like” Attack on my psyche The love of my life was just like me He might be Are we even? What do you believe in? A seething scar on my iris. Dine in and drive ins. I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems; It's over for me, The American dream turned nightmare; I haven't seen this stream, I should lie here, I haven't been myself in a while, I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire— Like I'm on a fire escape, Trying to tape my mistake At the brokenshaker; Makes sense in LA, But it's just another day here How's the weather? It's awful That's what I heard at the office tomorrow, I'll probably drown in my sorrows, A crown on and borrowed objects In my honor, No, dont't stop here This is bat country Now some Sunni blū shit Or SUPACREE, whoever she is: Nonexistent. Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich, Dillon Francis, I believe in magic, I swear, I just can't stand it I hate this planet; Might be nice if I could manage to— goddamnit. Captain. Where's she at? Off the map… There is no “off the map” Off the grid. Well, there's that. THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years. It's a woman? CUT TO: SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman. *gross stupid rapper shit* Very much so. Senator, a word. How many words? At least three. Why is it always three? MEANWHILE *in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS* *no, it's Hanzel* Shutthefuckup. Listen. This is a lot. Breathe. [stops breathing] I've got burning questions. That's just syphilis. I— It only stings a little; It only burns a lot— You were my love, I thought Lost, lost, at once But here you are, And not often have I wanted To imagine you a star Another catharsis Another conundrum The world is at war, And the source that we come from, Abolished, So long lost and gone from our thoughts Now, Think fondly of lust, As she fondled the heart that she clutches From dawn until dusk, After sunset, Once buried but polished, recovered And thought of more often, Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous— What was it? What? “The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy” That is a good band name! What was the other one? “Bad with Matches” I like that. There was one more… Uh… {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Welcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: [S] D&D.Sci: All the D8a. Allllllll of it., published by aphyer on February 10, 2023 on LessWrong. This is an entry in the 'Dungeons & Data Science' series, a set of puzzles where players are given a dataset to analyze and an objective to pursue using information from that dataset. STORY (very, very, very much skippable) aphyer: Write MSPA D&D.Sci scenario. Yes. Hell yes. Hell. Fucking. Yes. aphyer: Recap. You and some of your online friends recently discovered an exciting new game called Housetrapped. You...weren't exactly expecting that the game would destroy your real-world hometown with meteors, that it would nearly kill you with real-world monsters, or that beating the game would in some way end up creating a new universe, but it seems that is in fact how this game works. Mage: Enter After spending forever bungling around (in a marathon adventure of combat and construction that would probably take thousands of pages to summarize, which is nevertheless just the first part of this game), you have entered into the game world as the Mage of Time in the Land of Seals and Melting. Look at that sad little seal. You shall name her...Clementine! You start arranging matters for the rest of your friends to enter into the game as well. You are the Mage of Time, and one of your friends has already entered as the Knight of Blood, but two other friends are still in the regular world, and need to enter and take up their Classes and Aspects before they get hit with meteors! You pull out your laptop to set things up for them to enter as fast as possible. Mage: Appear Suddenly, Future You appears in a puff of time. This is amazingly unexpected. For some reason Future You seems to look a lot like an anime character. And have a sweet robe. How do you get a robe like that anyway? Maybe you should ask. But first you need to get your other friends into the game world! Maybe Future You is here to help do that faster? Mage: Avert Future You tells you not to do that right away. You ask Future You why. Future You says that you already did that and it didn't work. You say that no, you didn't. Future You says yes, you did, it's a time thing. You say that if you already did it surely you have to do it now to be consistent. Future You says that you did it, that it failed, and the associated timeline was doomed, but Future Doomed You was able to use time powers to get a message to Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You (previously known as Future You), which Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You is using to avert the timeline being doomed by coming back in time themself to tell you not to do that. You say okay, what do you do instead, then. Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You says that you need to select the right Classes and Aspects for your entering friends. You say you didn't know you could do that. Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You says that usually you can't, but that Future Doomed You made a deal with something called Echidna (a monster called a Denizen?) to be able to go back and change that. You say okay, what Classes and Aspects should they be. Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You says that they can't tell you. You say what. Surely if they're you from the future they must already know? Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You says that that's not how a Mage of Time works. You can't just pull knowledge out of time without it coming from somewhere. Maybe an Heir of Time could. But for you to have knowledge, you need to actually work it out, and if Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You tells you the answer now you won't actually put in the work to work it out, and so Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You won't know it to tell you. You...guess that makes sense? You ask Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You how you can find out what Classes and Aspects to pick. Future Hopefully Non-Doomed You says that they sent a future version of themselv...

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Spooky vibes start us off! Meredith is on a LOTR kick. Sheldon took a trip to New Orleans. And the changing of the seasons is here so we retreat to the indoor equipment! We also take a dive into Meredith's candy handing out dilemma. Rowan Foggitt is our esteemed guest from the UK. He brings a great technical and real world expertise to the bike due to all of his road cycling experience. We discuss his path to fitness and coaching and it is a reminder that not everyone discovers their passion in life right away. Rowan discovered his a little later on and now even has two businesses of his own with a very specific niche. Sheldon is trying to understand the voodoo magic that lets Rowan look 10 years younger than him despite being a few years older! On Instagram find him @5060fit In industry news, Peloton cuts again and launches the sale of refurbished bikes at a discount. related to this, selling your connected fitness equipment just gets harder and harder as the market is flooded with unused devices. Lawsuit from a Peloton instructor that we learn was making something like $260k a year... We talk salaries a bit, and in related news Soulcycle is lowering the pay of their top instructors from $300 to about $100 a class. A former Peloton instructor posts a video on how to jailbreak a Peloton bike... so you can use the content from her new company.... that should go over well. In Echelon News - Costume Contest! Curvy Echelon Crew invades Miami. Dani runs a marathon and qualifies for Boston. Lindsey Gurry is getting married! Some fun names, and ALLLLLLLL the shoutouts with a few familiar names and former guests hitting some milestones. Snackdown! results are in and this week we take on perhaps the most important question ever.... how much to toast a marshmallow.

Wow!!! Freeking once in a life time day caught on tape here at Can I thwipp It!! Rick Lopez, Grant Morrison officianado and friend stopped by and we all went and saw Grant Morrison speak.  Joined by Jeaux Janovsky  @jeauxj and Xaviera Flores in our post show download we hear Rick absolutely GLOWING.  Rick pulled off one of THE most badass manouvers of all time.  I also recorded the first 8 mins of the show for your listening pleasure! Tune in to hear ALLLLLLLL about it. This weeks album art was done live at the show by Jeaux.     

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Is it unrealistic expectations or is it other-oriented perfectionism? Join Susie and Robert as they discuss what boils down to codependency and the temptation to feel responsible for the other person's mood.  Lots to unpack in today's episode.   We're SO excited to announce this year's Perfectly Imperfect Digital Event, taking place April 8. This year's event is called Parent with Purpose and you can get early-bird ticket pricing until March 16. So please grab your ticket soon!   As parents, it's so easy to feel overwhelmed by the day-to-day demands of raising kids. It's easy to let the days fly by and forget our deepest purpose in parenting.   What if there was a way to parent with purpose in the midst of the carpools and never-ending to-do lists?   This is why we're pulling together the best of the best to speak into specific ways to parent with purpose. We're covering topics like…    Living undistracted (with Bob Goff)  Parenting through grief, loss, and suffering  Parenting as an act of worship  Processing emotional and mental health  How prayer can change your family  AND so many more!   The event will be 100% digital, and the content will be available until December 31, 2022. You read that right! You will have access ALLLLLLLL year. 9 months to watch and re-watch these sessions. INCREDIBLE!! Visit turnitover.perfectlyimperfect.org today.

Is it unrealistic expectations or is it other-oriented perfectionism? Join Susie and Robert as they discuss what boils down to codependency and the temptation to feel responsible for the other person's mood.  Lots to unpack in today's episode.   We're SO excited to announce this year's Perfectly Imperfect Digital Event, taking place April 8. This year's event is called Parent with Purpose and you can get early-bird ticket pricing until March 16. So please grab your ticket soon!   As parents, it's so easy to feel overwhelmed by the day-to-day demands of raising kids. It's easy to let the days fly by and forget our deepest purpose in parenting.   What if there was a way to parent with purpose in the midst of the carpools and never-ending to-do lists?   This is why we're pulling together the best of the best to speak into specific ways to parent with purpose. We're covering topics like…    Living undistracted (with Bob Goff)  Parenting through grief, loss, and suffering  Parenting as an act of worship  Processing emotional and mental health  How prayer can change your family  AND so many more!   The event will be 100% digital, and the content will be available until December 31, 2022. You read that right! You will have access ALLLLLLLL year. 9 months to watch and re-watch these sessions. INCREDIBLE!! Visit turnitover.perfectlyimperfect.org today.

After any kind of break or hiatus, it seems more difficult to get things moving again. Whether it be physical health, career goals, or commitments/resolutions, it's always harder to start over. Join our couple discuss the ways in which they will attempt to get back at it after a long Spring Break.   We're SO excited to announce this year's Perfectly Imperfect Digital Event, taking place April 8.   This year's event is called Parent with Purpose and you can get early-bird ticket pricing until March 16. So please grab your ticket soon!   As parents, it's so easy to feel overwhelmed by the day-to-day demands of raising kids. It's easy to let the days fly by and forget our deepest purpose in parenting.   What if there was a way to parent with purpose in the midst of the carpools and never-ending to-do lists?   This is why we're pulling together the best of the best to speak into specific ways to parent with purpose. We're covering topics like…    Living undistracted (with Bob Goff)  Parenting through grief, loss, and suffering  Parenting as an act of worship  Processing emotional and mental health  How prayer can change your family  AND so many more!   The event will be 100% digital, and the content will be available until December 31, 2022. You read that right! You will have access ALLLLLLLL year. 9 months to watch and re-watch these sessions. INCREDIBLE!! Visit turnitover.perfectlyimperfect.org today.

After any kind of break or hiatus, it seems more difficult to get things moving again. Whether it be physical health, career goals, or commitments/resolutions, it's always harder to start over. Join our couple discuss the ways in which they will attempt to get back at it after a long Spring Break.   We're SO excited to announce this year's Perfectly Imperfect Digital Event, taking place April 8.   This year's event is called Parent with Purpose and you can get early-bird ticket pricing until March 16. So please grab your ticket soon!   As parents, it's so easy to feel overwhelmed by the day-to-day demands of raising kids. It's easy to let the days fly by and forget our deepest purpose in parenting.   What if there was a way to parent with purpose in the midst of the carpools and never-ending to-do lists?   This is why we're pulling together the best of the best to speak into specific ways to parent with purpose. We're covering topics like…    Living undistracted (with Bob Goff)  Parenting through grief, loss, and suffering  Parenting as an act of worship  Processing emotional and mental health  How prayer can change your family  AND so many more!   The event will be 100% digital, and the content will be available until December 31, 2022. You read that right! You will have access ALLLLLLLL year. 9 months to watch and re-watch these sessions. INCREDIBLE!! Visit turnitover.perfectlyimperfect.org today.

Robert's new daily practice is a 10-30 minute meditation. In this time God is giving him specific words of affirmation to speak over himself. Susie is all ears and the two discuss the powerful changes they've seen happen.   We're SO excited to announce this year's Perfectly Imperfect Digital Event, taking place April 8.   This year's event is called Parent with Purpose and you can get early-bird ticket pricing until March 16. So please grab your ticket soon!   As parents, it's so easy to feel overwhelmed by the day-to-day demands of raising kids. It's easy to let the days fly by and forget our deepest purpose in parenting.   What if there was a way to parent with purpose in the midst of the carpools and never-ending to-do lists?   This is why we're pulling together the best of the best to speak into specific ways to parent with purpose. We're covering topics like…    Living undistracted (with Bob Goff)  Parenting through grief, loss, and suffering  Parenting as an act of worship  Processing emotional and mental health  How prayer can change your family  AND so many more!   The event will be 100% digital, and the content will be available until December 31, 2022. You read that right! You will have access ALLLLLLLL year. 9 months to watch and re-watch these sessions. INCREDIBLE!! Visit perfectlyimperfect.org today.

Robert's new daily practice is a 10-30 minute meditation. In this time God is giving him specific words of affirmation to speak over himself. Susie is all ears and the two discuss the powerful changes they've seen happen.   We're SO excited to announce this year's Perfectly Imperfect Digital Event, taking place April 8.   This year's event is called Parent with Purpose and you can get early-bird ticket pricing until March 16. So please grab your ticket soon!   As parents, it's so easy to feel overwhelmed by the day-to-day demands of raising kids. It's easy to let the days fly by and forget our deepest purpose in parenting.   What if there was a way to parent with purpose in the midst of the carpools and never-ending to-do lists?   This is why we're pulling together the best of the best to speak into specific ways to parent with purpose. We're covering topics like…    Living undistracted (with Bob Goff)  Parenting through grief, loss, and suffering  Parenting as an act of worship  Processing emotional and mental health  How prayer can change your family  AND so many more!   The event will be 100% digital, and the content will be available until December 31, 2022. You read that right! You will have access ALLLLLLLL year. 9 months to watch and re-watch these sessions. INCREDIBLE!! Visit perfectlyimperfect.org today.

I ask ALLLLLLLL of the questions about Covid, masks, vaccines, boosters, kids and Covid, how can we trust big pharma and more and more and more to the fantastic Immunology Consultant, Vital Statistics Consulting and Co-Host, Unbiased Science Podcast, Dr. Andrea Love. We left no stone unturned. This is a can't miss. Let's get the real facts so we can move on to a life like we remember. Ok, also, drinking game: Drink every time Brandi says FASCINATING. HAHA. Also, find Dr. Love on insta @doctor_love87 and her pod on Insta and FB @unbiasedscipod.

This episode is a Christmas Tree Right Up Your ASS! Bulbs, garland, tinsel, Oh! and the star! Man oh man, the things I do for baby Jesus... Just Imagine what a Full sized Baby Jesus could do! The sheer magnitude! I mean, He could fit like, a Chevrolet! dressed like a Christmas tree! Allllllll the way up there. Anyways, things to think about ;=)

There's no doubt that 2021 is the year that supply chain went mainstream. Juggernauts like the New York Times hired their first-ever beat reporter to cover the industry while Morgan Stanely just released their first supply chain-themed podcast. However, one podcast that hasn't been afraid to dive into the global supply chain is Bloomberg's Odd Lots podcast. For the last year and a half, hosts Joe Weisenthal and Tracy Alloway have been exploring and deepening their knowledge on everything from containers to trucking, rail, and of course, the ports. It's really helped someone like myself who comes from the trucking side of things to get a macro perspective on what makes the rest of the industry move and how the pandemic has affected a particular mode of transportation. Whether you're a veteran of the industry or a newbie, I've gathered up ALLLLLLLL of the supply chain Odd Lots episodes that you can binge over the holiday break–and I guarantee you're bound to learn something new. Plus it's pretty fascinating to dive into the other aspects of the global supply chain and how each silo is handling its unique modern-day challenges.  So if you wanna catch up on some supply chain podcasts that you might have missed, I've put together some of my favorite clips from a handful of episodes, and then in the show notes, I've linked to the shows where the clips came from along with plenty more so you can listen in the order in which they were released. Binge-Worthy Shows: All links are iTunes so if you want another version, simply copy the episode title and search for it in your fav podcast player. Why Tracy Can't Ship a Teddy Bear from Hong Kong to the U.S. Right NowHow the World's Companies Wound Up in a Deepening Supply Chain NightmareThe Trucking Episode: Why The Industry Is Such a MessGXO's CIO on the Past, Present, and Future of WarehousesWhat the Pandemic Did to the U.S. Rail SystemCraig Fuller on the Huge Challenge of Getting the Ports to Operate 24/7The White House's Envoy on What They're Doing to Fix the PortsGene Seroka on the Logistical Logjam at the Port of LARyan Peterson on How Global Supply Chains Have Gotten Even WorseWhy the Price of Wooden Shipping Pallets Has Soared

Allllllll the way back in our first episode, while talking about the Hinterkaifeck Murders (go back and listen now), we mentioned that a few years prior to that massacre, a similar horrific crime scene was found in Villisca, Iowa. We also mentioned that we might cover that story at some point. Well, some point has arrived, and with it, our investigation into the Villisca Axe Murders. The Villisca axe murders occurred between the evening of June 9, 1912, and the early morning of June 10, 1912, in the town of Villisca, Iowa, United States. The six members of the Moore family and two house guests were found bludgeoned in the Moore residence. Much like the Hinterkaifeck Murders, the scene led investigators to believe that the murderer had hung around the crime scene for a while, using the home as their own. Also on this episode... Futurama is now! Suicide booths are now a thing in Switzerland and a bunch of nerdy stoners in Massachusetts baked an 850-pound pot brownie to celebrate National Brownie Day. Enjoy the new episode! (We're looking for sponsors!) --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/middleagedandmediocre/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/middleagedandmediocre/support

Something we ALLLLLLLL eye roll over when we hear: "my dermatologist said", but is it really that bad & how do we navigate this with our clients? To get access to the "Upgrade Your Skin Science Knowledge in 10 Days" course, click the link here: https://www.skin-queen.com/skin-science-knowledge & use code SLU50 to get 50% off! Stay Moisturized xx

Welcome to Season 2, Episode 5 of Deeply-Rooted. We've got a real life LFK Superhero in the Deeply-Rooted house this week…All-Star Advocate Demetrius Kemp. Community oriented, to say the least…Kempt has built a reputation as the ‘go-to' guy for when a need or a cause presents itself. Rolling like a Super-hero for Advocacy (flowing cape and all) Dee is forever willing to rally the troops and swoop in to help. Driven by his empathetic nature, Dee Kemp is a self-prescribed ‘Buffer' of sorts - often acting as a liaison' between youth and the powers that be, with the single intent of shielding youth from any/all undue/unnecessary issues...trapped in a doom and gloom, unforgiving system . Allllllll about taking it back to the old school, Demetrious believes in ‘taking it back to the basics' - respect being deeply rooted at the core of this belief - respect for ourselves, respect for our community, respect for our elders. With this ‘back to the basics' mindset – along with his boots on the ground approach – it is Demetrius Kemp's goal to inspire others to lend a helping hand, as well. Not one for awards or recognition, or even thanks….instead, Dee asks that you simply, see what he does every day – then say to yourself ‘I can do that, too'…then go do it. BOOM...that simple. BE the change. Join us in celebrating and giving well deserved flowers to local legend – aka – LFK Super-hero – aka – Mr. Demetrius Kemp. Buckle up…we're going deep. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/deeplyrootedshow/message

In this weeks episode we cover Allllllll of the tea we have been needing to get off our chest, so if you are in the same boat give it a listen and let go. Whether you're at school, work , or just chilling at home, pop some young excellence into you're ears and enjoy. All socials @YoungExcellencePodcast https://linktr.ee/Youngexcellencepod --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Is it possible to balance it all? The kids, work, building a Biz, cleaning, friendships, your spouse and your own personal self-care needs??? It's exhausting just thinking about it ALL. Dive into this episode with your Mama Biz Coach bestie and tackle some tough questions to ask yourself NOW to ultimately help you reframe your idea of "it all". This episode will give you some tangible things to do to prioritize your non-negotiables and step into a little more grace along the way. For more resources please visit: www.mamabizcoach.com or instagram @thealanawilliamson

On this weeks episode I interview New Jersey bound but Columbian at heart RDH- Paola. You may know her as @paola_rdh.15. Paola spills some long awaited stories about her life and how she emigrated from Columbia to New Jersey. We answer IG questions from our followers, how to discuss recommending products to patients “without selling,” and how she met her husband. Want more- follow us on IG for more updates! @justflossit

You manage to hide in the trunk of your father's Oldsmobile, intent on finding out where he disappears to every Monday evening. The car rolls to a stop, and you hear him enter a nearby building. You sneak up to the window, and peek in only to find him.... recording a Sopranos recap podcast with his friend. It's time to take a trip back in time! Allllllll the way back to February 21, 1999, the date this episode of The Sopranos aired. This episode happens to contain a series of flashbacks, coincidentally, and is one of the most interesting and fun episodes so far.Email us at gabagoolboys@gmail.comFind us on Instagram @gabagoolpod @benvernel @knoxtagramBen's on Twitter @benvernel See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

SEASON TWO PREMIER Y'ALL!!! NO words can express how excited, happy, and beyond grateful we are to have you all rolling with us on our Deeply-Rooted Mission - kill the ego, ignite the soul…ultimately defining the vibe of the tribe. We appreciate you all for being a part of the Deeply-Rooted tribe and by bringing your ‘you', we thank you for helping us to define the vibe. With that said… Welcome to Season 2, Episode 1 of Deeply-Rooted. Can't think of a better way to start this season off than with this week's guest….LFK business owner and good friend of the show…Wayne Jackson. Professionally, Wayne found success in business after establishing Go Hard Training in 2009, but it is his definition of success on an intimate level…the ability to maintain an even balance to all areas in life, although hard, to not allow one area in life to take away from another and in general, to be a better person…that speaks to who Wayne is at his core. That being said…when asked what drives Wayne Jackson the most, without hesitation, his reply = his wife and daughter…providing the PERFECT segway to give a MUCH deserved shout out to wife Adrianne – a KICK ASS doing the damn thing entity of her own – and daughter January….a beautiful family who has persevered, fought through the shit, and are still here…talking GOAL LEVEL partnership. Without Adrianne - quote/unquote - Wayne Jackson, simply wouldn't look the same. ALLLLLLLL that being said, it is Wayne's desire to leave a personal legacy in which others can build off of...to provide a place in which another can grow from and better themselves in some way – be it physically, emotionally, financially, personally, however – clearly shows the inner magic that is authentically him. I meeeaan….A Billboard we didn't see coming + Q/A on Baby Oil + Shout-Outs + A new vocabulary word + A guest with a mindset disciplined for success and a laser focus on forever persevering - who had the courage to toss what was known, creating instead a personal philosophy and system of his own in which to roll by = A Can't Beat – Can't Miss - Combo of a SEASON TWO PREMIERE. No diggity, no doubt. Buckle up….we're going deep. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/deeplyrootedshow/message

Show note links: Freebies: Grab your FREE ‘Stressed To Success' meditation: https://bit.ly/stressedtosuccess  Book in a discovery call to see how I can help you: https://calendly.com/franexcell/20min Ways to work with me: 1:1 https://www.franexcell.com/private-coaching/ SOS! (Success Over Stress) Group Programme (Coming back in Q4!) Positive Pants Academy Subscription (Join the waitlist https://bit.ly/PPAcademywaitlist ) Products: Grab Your 365 day Gratitude Journal on Amazon:https://bit.ly/365daygratitude  Grab Your Positive Pants Firmly On Notebook:https://bit.ly/positivepantsonbook  Shop printables and meditations: https://www.franexcell.com/shop/  Contact: Make sure you're following me on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/imfranexcell/ and tag me into your key takeaways! Email me at hello@franexcell.com with any questions or take aways! For more, head over to: www.franexcell.com/   Why It's Hard To Sell Yourself?   Why is it so hard to sell yourself?   I sent an email to my list last week essentially thanking them for sticking around while I was doing my One To Many Partner launch.   It got SO many responses and so many people thanking ME that I felt it warranted it's own episode because the exact same message goes out to you my glorious listener.     I so appreciate you and it really did lead to what I think, id a really good point!   So I'm going to read it to you and expand on it a little so you can ponder what you might want to take from it.  And if you're not on my list, go pop yourself on there by downloading my stressed to success guided meditation to get you out of stress fast.  You can find it in my Instagram bio @imfranexcell.  You can find it in the show notes, on my website franexcell.com, all the places!   So here we go...   I know I've been ALLLLLLLL up in your inbox lately (slash, in your earbuds talking about OTM!) and you're still here :-)   So I want to say a huge thank you!  Even if One to Many wasn't for you this time, I hope you still got some value from my emails (slash interviews!), or even better, are coming back next year.  I don't take you allowing me into your inbox (slash earbuds!) lightly, I see it as a massive privilege so thank you for being here!   BUT...I think it leads nicely onto a good point...   It's really easy to fear selling to your audience so I wanted to give you a little reframe today. (this also easily applies to selling yourself in job interviews too!)   When you have a solution to someone's problem...what's worse.  Telling them...or not telling them?   The way I see it, if you have a way to help someone out of pain, why would you NOT tell them about it?!     It's up to them if they want to buy or not.  You're not forcing them. But they do need the information to be able to make the right choice for them.   I was selling my friend Lisa's programme because (having been through it myself, led an accountability pod, been the mindset coach and led my own cohort of people through it and seeing it from all angles!) I KNOW it can change lives and I KNOW it's not like other courses out there.  I KNOW Lisa holds herself to the highest standard of integrity so I wholeheartedly trust that she will do right by my audience.  I KNOW she prioritises people's results rather than just the money in the bank (I mean that's nice too of course...she made £2.5m in a WEEK!) I KNOW her and her team will do everything they can to get MY audience results. Easy sell for me!   How easy do you find it to sell yourself, your products or your service?     Sit with that for a second.   I feel the same confidence nowadays when I'm selling my own products and services.  I 100% believe in them.  I 100% believe in the transformation it can give people.  I KNOW I do everything in my power to help people get results.  I KNOW I prioritise people over pennies.  I KNOW my unique combination of skills, knowledge, training, education and experience changes lives and is unique to me, I'm not a cookie cutter dime a dozen.   So I will do my best to let people know how I can help them.  Because I KNOW I can help them! (For context, I want to change nothing more than people walking around believing and feeling like they are the way they are and do the things they do because there's something wrong with them. Something inherently flawed. That the things they want are out of reach for them but not for other people.  I spent the majority of my life believing that about myself and it's incredibly painful.  It's also not flipping true!  So if I can help even one person understand it's not their fault.  That they can rewire their brian and nervous system to live a full, rich life doing exactly what they want then I will do everything I can to help that person know that. When the penny drops and they know they can make huge changes, that they aren't stuck, that the things that hold them back make sense, helped them at one point in their life and can be healed now...then I shall let them know!)   It wasn't always that way, I get how hard it is at the beginning, I've been there.  Doubting your ability to give someone transformation.  Doubting your ability to deliver.  Questioning yourself at every turn.   The confidence I have now wasn't there to start with.  I THOUGHT I could really help people because I'd helped myself, but I didn't KNOW it like I do now.  So I discounted my rates until I got my 'reps' in.    I didn't start HERE....but I did START!   So if you're reading (slash listening to!) this thinking you'll never be able to sell.  Worrying about people who unsubscribe, worrying if people will judge you or not like you for selling...stop.     You're still here aren't you?   I sent you a lot of emails (talked about OTM a LOT!), Maybe you didn't read them all, maybe you did.  But you're still here.   And those that unsubscribed...probably didn't need my solutions! And that's ok, it's not a judgement on me or who I am as a person if they don't want my emails anymore!...same goes for you!   The bottom line is, the more you believe in yourself and your product or service the easier it is to talk about it.  That's all selling really is, it's telling someone you have a solution to their problem and helping them make a decision.   We sell to people all the time without realising it.  To our loved ones, friends, family. We help them when we know there's a potential solution to their problem right?!   It's really not that different!   So if you have a fear or belief around selling I hope this little reframe helps.    You can also find all my current 'solutions' for in the show notes, on my website, over on Instagram ;-)   We often fear sales because of how we've felt when being sold to.  But the thing people don't realise….is you don't have to sell that way!    But also, because we don't really believe in our own products or services. The confidence lies there.  So that's the piece of the puzzle to work on.  You can have all the sales skills and strategy in the world but you've got to believe in what you do first!   Selling to someone thinking ‘I need to get this sale' or ‘I need the money' or thinking that that sale ‘validates' you in some way has a VERY different energy to ‘I know I can help this person so i'm going to make sure they know how so they can make the best decision for them'   So just remember that the next time you're in a launch, or on a discovery call, or in an interview.  Do I believe I can solve this person's problem?  If so, tell them!   Fx

Covering the Call Her Daddy 60 million deal with Spotify, Facebook podcasts, live Audio Rooms, and new FB Group Admin tools. Then it's Spotify buying Podz and launching Greenroom. Lastly, so much emotion about Elsie rushing and why social media is driving Jess bonkers. Nominate a podcast! We love the International Women's Podcast Awards https://shepodcasts.com/awards and are thrilled to have them as our new sponsor

This week your host JHawk (@RefJHawk) interviews special guest...."The Strongest Man in Allllllll the Land" ARTHUR McARTHUR (@StrongMcarthur)! listen as they discuss training with AIW (@Aiwrestling), The Cleveland Browns and video games. Also Charly Butters (@Charly_Butters) tells you whats on IWTV this week or something.  Linktr.ee/IWTVGuide

This week your host JHawk (@RefJHawk) interviews special guest...."The Strongest Man in Allllllll the Land" ARTHUR McARTHUR (@StrongMcarthur)! listen as they discuss training with AIW (@Aiwrestling), The Cleveland Browns and video games. Also Charly Butters (@Charly_Butters) tells you whats on IWTV this week or something.  Linktr.ee/IWTVGuide

What's going on, yo? Hope you had an epic weekend. I'm back on my bullshit ;-) S/o to my plants Jerome, Jessica Simpson and to ALLLLLLLL the others. I love my babies. Hmu on the 'gram and lmk what you're obsessed w/ these days @whitneydanielleco_ and @networkandspill xoxo, Whitney Danielle

It's our annual Train Show on Rockabilly N Blues Radio Hour!  We spin an hour of train-themed tunes to celebrate National Train Day on May 9th!  Come ride the rails and hear tunes from Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Dale Watson, Rosie Flores, John Fogerty, Tom Jones, George Jones, Big Jon Atkinson, Conway Twitty, Stray Cats, Carlene Carter, Kim Wilson, Sonny Burgess and an instru-Mental Breakdown with Jimmy Bryant and Sean Mencher!!  Allllllll aboard!! Intro Voice Over- Rob "Cool Daddy" Dempsey Intro Music Bed: Brian Setzer- "Rockabilly Blues"   Carl Perkins- "Rock Island Line" Big Jon Atkinson- "Trainfare Blues" Johnny Cash- "Casey Jones" Conway Twitty- "Long Black Train" Stray Cats- "Devil Train" John Fogerty- "Train Of Fools" George Jones & The Smoky Mountain Boys- "Night Train To Memphis" Carlene Carter- "Little Blakc Train"   instru-Mental Breakdown: Jimmy Bryant- "Railroadin'" Sean Mencher- "Mystery Train"   Tom Jones- "Everybody Loves A Train" Sonny Burgess- "Fast Train" Kim Wilson- "Mean Old Frisco" Dale Watson & His Lone Stars- "Rattlesnake Train" Merle Haggard- "Hobo Bill's Last Ride" Johnny Cash- "Daughter Of A Railroad Man" Rosie Flores- "Heartbreak Train"   Outro Music Bed: Kenichi Yamaguchi- "Memphis Train"

Hey. It’s Monday. But it’s also 4/20. So there was stuff about oil in the news. And something about Walmart selling Vudu I think. But nobody reads this anyway, so let’s just cut the shit. I’m baked. The show is short. Enjoy!

Join Divine Duality as Drie (@thelunarhempress) & Kimber (@thetoiledtigress) talk with Jenna (@jallday87) about all of the conscious topics that surround our every day lives{after Drie’s sister called

Welcome back TwatFam! We are back with another Movie Review. This time it's Marriage Story (available on Netflix), starring Scarlett Johansson and Adam Driver. Wanna know what we thought? Well you're in luck... stay tuned to see how we rate it. And then stick around for a Marriage Story version of F*ck, Marry, Kill. And as always we end the episode with our weekly Thank Bank, where we talk the highs and lows of our week and tell you what we are most grateful for. Thanks for listening! And don't forget to make sure to like and subscribe please on ALLLLLLLL the platforms! :) Follow us on our IG @twatyousaypodcast Love J + A --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/twatyousay/support

Today A guy and his wife give their Review of The Rise Of Skywalker. The first half is all spoiler free.. The last half has ALLLLLLLL the spoilers. YOUVE BEEN WARNED! What did you think? Let us KNOW! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/geekly-bi-weekly9/support

Today A guy and his wife give their Review of The Rise Of Skywalker. The first half is all spoiler free.. The last half has ALLLLLLLL the spoilers. YOUVE BEEN WARNED! What did you think? Let us KNOW!

Good Day Mates hope all is well cause God is good Allllllll the time! Hope the holidays are treating you well my thanksgiving prayer for 2019 is an early Christmas Gift! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/BloodStream_75Reason/support

THE CHALLENGE HAS RETURNED in a 90 min ep. Steve and Brooke are here to break down ALLLLLLLL of the fun that was the season premier! Don't miss Brooke's HOT TAKE on Jordan and all of the other fun stuff. 

B.D.S.I.R. NETWORK PRESENTS: J.A.M.M.S. #WeCanEditThatOut SUMMERSLAM 2019: Are you ready for the BIG TYME???? Hosted by Grant Body-P! & Cereal Killer We predict the Biggest Party Of the Summer for the 2019! Plus! who is trying to kill Roman Reigns? We think Shadfather is responsible! Plus! We ask Xavier Woods - how many subscribers would it take to get Ric Flair and Vince McMahon on UpUpDownDown? Plus! Your usual MVP & B!tch of the week!!!! Follow us on ALLLLLLLL of social media @JammsPodcast

"All night long. Allllllll niiiiiiight." Cherelle, Valorie & actor/comedian Patrick Neal explore tips & tricks on how to keep the d up all night long. They also discuss limp d*ck, erectile dysfunction & the Sahara Desert.

Title: Magical Mr MIFFtoffeleesPodcast Title: Captain PodcardScience Fiction, Fantasy and Historical Radio with Rob Jan & Megan McKeough. This week Zero-G tackles ALLLLLLLL the San Diego Comic Con announcements, trailers and tidbits, including the Picard TV series, The Witcher TV series, It Chapter Two, the Snowpiercer TV series, the next Marvel phase, and much much more. We also take a (light) swing at the Melbourne International Film Festival lineup by examining the um...er.. umm... Goldblum Marathon. Lastly, happy Moon Landing 50th Anniversary from Rob and Megan!Follow @zerogrobjan on Twitter and Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/ZeroGRadio

The gang's all here for this week's mega-episode, where we talk about Toy Story 4, Spider-Man: Far from Home, as well as all the latest trailers and news! As a bonus, we talk about some of our favorite films of 2019 so far, and some of the films we're most looking forward to in the second half of the year! Allllllll the things!

This week Andrea gets into ALLLLLLLL her observations from the epicentre of the Hygge movement, Denmark. Wanna learn how to live like the happiest, most stylish people on earth? Tune in. Join the insta fam @mindfulmostly xo  

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In which we doom all Gregs to their sad, stupid lives for good. #NotAllGregs On this fine, upstanding episode, Danica and Brandon are talking about ALLLLLLLL of Series 11, featuring the 13th Doctor and her best friends. Her fam. Through the fog of a lot of damn alcohol, they manage to crystallize some opinions about how Chibnall runs the show, in contrast to Russell "The" Davies and Steven "Garbage Panda" Moffat. They are very nice about it, and no one is cussed at. No one. Not even you. Outro music is "5 Years Time" by Noah and the Whale Podcast picture is by GIRL NAMED SHIRL PHOTOGRAPHY

Skeery,Danielle, Ghandi and Garrett talk about 'Phone taps' and the time Skeery was ALLLLLLLL over daytime tv. Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Skeery,Danielle, Ghandi and Garrett talk about 'Phone taps' and the time Skeery was ALLLLLLLL over daytime tv. Learn more about your ad-choices at https://news.iheart.com/podcast-advertisers

Brett, Chris Mo, Michael Love do movie news, yada yada yada, bippity boppity, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? We review The Favourite (36:40) and Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (57:20) Then we tell ya ALLLLLLLL about our Top TEN, yeah, TEN Favorite movies of the year! What a treat! Also to those waiting to hear back for the internship, we're swamped with applications, and it might take awhile.

BDSIR NETWORK Presents: J.A.M.M.S. #WeCanEditThatOut ALL IN...or JUST THE TIP?!!! Mr NXT a.k.a. Mr ALL IN... a.k.a. Wardle is our guest host this week! Cameo appearance: Shawn Michaels & The Undertaker! We celebrate Shadfather's birthday, recalling some of our favourite moments from the Sadistic Superstar of BeatsABar! Plus! Your usual MVP/B!tch of the week! Plus! Wardle has a shocking theory about The Hart Foundation! Plus! Shad wilingly goes to church for his birthday, and The Ric Flair Files gets re-opened - AGAIN!!!! We know you love it! Plus! When is Sensational Jo gonna appear on The Altered Angle? We are impatiently waiting! It's one of THOSE shows people! Follow us on ALLLLLLLL of Social Media @JammsPodcast

BDSIR NETWORK PRESENTS... J.A.M.M.S. Podcast #WeCanEditThatOut PAUL HEYMAN - GET THAT MAN IN THE HALL OF FAME WORD UP! Hosted by Grant Body-P! Cereal Killer, Sensational Jo The Road to Summerslam is at hand! We review the week in wrestling including WOS Wrestling, RAW, Smackdown & NXT! PLUS! We give props to R-Truth! So all we gotta do is 'Pin Carmella'??? GOD DAYUUUUM! PLUS! Has Jo upset Shad after last week's outburst? PLUS! GET IN THE CHAIR AWARD - Is it REALLY worth hating on Roman Reigns? Is it that deep? Follow us on ALLLLLLLL of Social Media @JAMMSPodcast

How To Love Yourself More “The Most Powerful Relationship You Will Ever Have Is The Relationship With Yourself.” – Steve Maraboli Self love is SO important.  Lack of confidence and self doubt leading to all those pesky negative thoughts about yourself is something I need to work on with my clients all the time. Positive Foundations To achieve anything BIG in life (big career change, starting a business, writing a book…you know, the big scary stuff!)you must build up the positive foundations first.   If you’re in a negative space or doubting yourself you can see how it would be SO much more difficult to achieve the big stuff, Right? Your relationship with yourself is also what dictates pretty much everything in your external world.  Your relationships, your job, your friendships, everything! Self Doubt Self doubt and our relationship with ourselves is one of the BIGGEST things that holds us back in life. Our belief in ourselves is also something that we absolutely NEED in order to achieve the big things we want to. I struggled for decades with my relationship with myself and it ABSOLUTELY held me back from doing anything even vaguely out of my comfort zone. Allllllll the thoughts would come up…you know the ones… I’m not good enough. I’m not pretty enough. I’m not thin enough. I’m not clever enough. I can’t do that because… I’d never be able to… *Insert your regular offenders here!* I want you to know that these are just gremlins…and I also want you to know that you can SHUT them UP! It takes time and effort and it’s a challenge. You will be creating new neural pathways so that can’t happen overnight, but it’s SO worth it because once you’ve worked on your relationship with yourself, honestly…your WHOLE WORLD opens up! You go after the things you’ve always wanted to. Go for a huge promotion, change your career, start a business, write a book, whatever you’ve always said to yourself…’if only’! You start to KNOW it’s possible, and possible for YOU. You grow in confidence. You actually start to BACK yourself. You’re so much happier. It really is all possible. What’s even better is that once you can master this, you also show up for the other people in your life as the BEST version of you, you can serve THEM better by taking care of YOU and your relationship with yourself. So HOW Do You Increase Self Love? Remember That NOBODY Is Perfect! So give yourself a break. Stop Comparing Yourself To Others.  Remember that in other people what you can see going on externally is not always what’s going on internally, it’s not always the WHOLE picture so try and reserve judgement. Stop Thinking Looking After Yourself Is Selfish.  Remember the aeroplane analogy, you need to fit your own oxygen mask before trying to fit anyone else’s.  You have to take care of yourself first before you can show up in the best way for other people.  When did you last take some time for yourself, or to do the things YOU love? It’s Not You!   Realise that with all that inner critic self talk that you’re doing…you’re not talking to yourself. You’re talking to your ego and your ego wants to keep you stuck and ‘safe’ right where you are. Exercise.   I know, I know…eye roll…you hate it…you don’t have time!  BUT as a convert in my mid 30s (!) I finally realised what it was all about.  When you take time to look after your body it really does change how you feel about yourself.  Get a personal trainer or find a class that you love, try new things but the trick is not to think ‘I’ll do this for 3 months until I lose some weight’ the trick is to form the habit and turn it into part of your lifestyle, a non negotiable.  You will grow to love it…and you do have time…get scheduling and build around it

BDSIR NETWORK PRESENTS: J.A.M.M.S. #WeCanEditThatOut IT'S TIME TO RUMBLE! IT'S TIME FOR THE ROYAL RUMBLE!!!! Grant Body-P! Cereal Killer, Shadfather, The Golden Angle Award Winning Sensational Jo The Road to WrestleMania starts here! Are you excited?? You need to be! PLUS! RAW 25 - How do we really feel? PLUS! XFL 2020 - Is Vincent Kennedy too old for this sh!t? PLUS! GET IN THE CHAIR AWARD - Enzo Amore! NO EXPLANATION NEEDED! PLUS! We didn't forget about NXT TAKEOVER Philidephia! Follow us on ALLLLLLLL of Social Media @JammsPodcast

BDSIR NETWORK PRESENTS: J.A.M.M.S. #WeCanEditThatOut GOD IS A WRESTLING FAN! Hosted by Shadfather, Sensational Jo, Grant Body-P! Another instalment of the outrageous wrestling podcast where nothing is off limits! Your usual segments such as MVP/B!tch of the week, PLUS! GET IN THE CHAIR AWARD - VINCE McMAHON! Putting on Starrcade on a random house show is a CRIME! PLUS! Absolution Vs The Riot Squad - Who you running with? PLUS! Jo sounds off on Paige! PLUS! We await Wardle's wrestlng podcast with his special guest - GOD!!!! Follow us on ALLLLLLLL of social media @JammsPodcast

B.D.S.I.R. Network presents: J.A.M.M.S.: #WeCanEditThatOut THAT DASTARDLY TRIPLE TEEF!!! Sensational Jo - Grant Body-P! - Cereal Killer - Shadfather We review our version of the week in wrestling! NXT War Games, Survivor Series, RAW & SMACKDOWN! Is there any end to the evil ways of Hunter Hearst Helmsley? MVP of The Week, B!tch of the week PLUS! What has Shadfather done to Nia Jax??? PLUS! GET IN THE CHAIR AWARD - Jennifer Hudson! Why did she have to do David Otunga like that? Follow us on ALLLLLLLL of Social Media JAMMSpodcast

B.D.S.I.R. Network PRESENTS: J.A.M.M.S. #WeCanEditThatOut NXT WAR GAMES/WWE SURVIVOR SERIES 2017: #CallTheAmbulance! Your panel: Mr NXT - Grant Body-P! - Cereal Killer - Shadfather The two cages come down on NXT! Three teams will wage war! It's RAW vs Smackdown! Smackdown Vs RAW! CALL THE AMBULANCE TO COME AND PICK UP YOUR PEOPLE! PUT THE BODY ON THE STRETCHER AND CARRY THEIR @$$ OUT! PLUS! What is an anagram for STEPHANIE McMAHON??????? Theme: Busta Rhymes F/ M.O.P. / Rah Digga - Call the Ambulance Follow us on ALLLLLLLL of social media JAMMSpodcast

BDSIR NETWORK PRESENTS: J.A.M.M.S. #WeCanEditThatOut HAPPY RUSEV DAY! What did you do on this festive season? Hosted by Grant Body-P! Cereal Killer, Shadfather The internet had No Mercy on the No Mercy PPV! We discuss! Plus! Is the Jinder Mahal experiment really working? Plus! MVP of The Week, B!tch of the week... GET IN THE CHAIR AWARD: Billy Bhatti - Disrespecting women wrestlers, arguing with Alicester Black, getting fired from Sportskeeda and disrespecting Mike Knoxxx and the SoulnSports crew... UNFORGIVABLE! Find us on ALLLLLLLL of social media @JammsPodcast

This week, on the tower of technobabble, we have two interviews conducted at their recent world record attempt at Wonderfest 2014. The first interview is with academy award winning special effect master Phil Tippett, on how he got into the business, how he’s preserving effects from his past films, and how he’s currently using special effects to tell a new story. Then, we speak with an honest-to-gosh stormtrooper about what goes in to a kick-ass stormtrooper’s uniform, how the imperial ranks are simply misunderstood, and how his group, the 501st legion, is working to do some good on our planet. We also get into some real-world issues from a different perspective than we usually see.   Show Notes Interview with Phil TIppett IMDB Info: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0864138/?ref_=nv_sr_1 Help Phil Make Mad God, Part 2!: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/madgod/phil-tippetts-mad-god-part-2 Tippett Studio: http://www.tippett.com/ Chronicle Collectibles: http://www.chroniclecollectibles.com/   Interview with Alex Brown (TK-3855) -  Name, Rank Serial Number: http://www.501st.com/members/displaymember.php?userID=12431&costumeID=124 The Story Behind R2-KT and the people behind it: http://www.r2kt.com/ and http://www.astromech.net/ The 501st Legion (Vader’s Fist, yo!): http://www.501st.com/   Ultra Pop!  https://www.facebook.com/UltraPopShop   Wonderfest http://wonderfest.com/   Allllllll the 40 hours worth of material we got at Wonderfest:   http://toweroftechnobabble.com/WorldRecord.html