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I got to spend a lunch break with my friend Mauro Balcazar, the owner of Coffin Couture - Coffin Couture is brand inspired by his love of monsters and mid century fashion- its a mix of pop culture pins, figures, and prints. Mauro is a designer, traveler, a Galaxy defender from earth inspired by his love of pop culture in so many mediums. I spoke to Mauro on where is his love of Monsters and Pop culture came from. As well as about some of the fun solo projects he is working on like his TMNT 1990 coffee book -Cowabunga and his Fang Coffin Blue Tooth Speaker he created. We spoke about his pop culture romance enamel pin collection, as well as, the tarot cards sets he is working on. Mauro shared about how he got into doing conventions and shows across the country. Was great to hang out and speak with Mauro at his home. Lunch with Biggie is a podcast about small business and creatives sharing their stories and inspiring you to pursue your passion, with some sandwich talk on the side. Created, edited, and produced in Orlando, FL by Biggie- the owner of the sandwich-themed clothing brand- ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Deli Fresh Threads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠   Coffin Couture Social: ⁠Coffin Couture IG⁠:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/coffin_couture/ Coffin Couture Website: https://mrmauro.storenvy.com/ ⁠Coffin Couture TeePublic:⁠ ⁠https://www.teepublic.com/user/coffin-couture Mr Mauro Website:⁠ ⁠https://mrmauro.com/ Mauro's YouTube: www.youtube.com/@TheAgliarept Biggie's Social:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Deli Fresh Thread's Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠- ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/delifreshthreads/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Podcast's Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠- ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/lunchwithbiggie/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Podcast's Facebook Group⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠- ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/lunchwithbiggie⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Podcast's Twitter-⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/LunchwithBiggie⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Deli Fresh Threads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠-⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://DeliFreshThreads.com⁠ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/lunchwithbiggie/message

DO NOT ADJUST your screen yes that is the Trailer from our guests film.In this episode Sisko and Mike have special guest Sonia Balcazar. Sonia has been on as a guest and as a Co-host in the past. Sonia was on the show last year talking about filming her short film Addicted To You and  now we got a special screening of the film. We talk about the film and our life traumas and relationship hardships of abuse and toxicity.film, podcast, toxic relationships,

En entrevista con Pamela Cerdeira, para MVS Noticias, Patricio Domínguez Balcazar, padre de Aitana habló de cómo los familiares de la menor fallecida en elevador del IMSS, alcanzan acuerdo con la institución.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Never felt so alone1- But got God on my shoulder She's got art on her; Better send him packing. I'm not asking you for a favor I'm not asking for anything l l Call it a theatre or maybe insanity Cathedral or sanctuary, actually Maybe I'll finally be happy l l l Be between the lines Can't imagine what I'd find in you. Cover my eyes Is it over yet Calling me out Or I'm over it Under the Sun but another one, Wonderful world is unconscious The come up from nothin is morally deceptive Almost loveless, unless God exists Unless I'm God again —wait, who is this Houdini? Another stream of conciousness. Another scream, Another seemingly endless dream Or nightmare, of circumstances if Circles dance in corner's The coroner's report read: m m m A chain reaction, A form fitting fortress that falls apart, marginally I can't imagine anything I haven't like let seen I stand corrected; God bless your blue eyed girlfriend; As if God already hadn't Having fun yet? Never have an never did And I couldn't never wish on falling stars, Cause I don't believe in them, A symptom of a syndrome, Paliondrome, a solar plexus Another social deficit— ‘At least he's not in special Ed' An inspiration On your mark, And on my honor I'm still partially retarded But you started it, God What an awful deposit I wanted just to sit on the crosswalk And not exist Aww, don't cry Kelly— mmm— I gawked at what I thought was a fararri. But it's not, it's a Porsche And I still want it —m m — What if all I want was All that you were born with And all I ever worked for was Something that just happened What a trip What inequality is Tranquility, nah fuck it Born and bred Brooklyn, And stopping on Sutphin, Taking to Satan Crushing his cigarette Yes, I remember I'll always remember The infinite immigrants Multiple languages And how I hate Cause I just speak English and Spanish And music But I'm still homeless and lonely and gross But I'm focused on fitness WTT is this dude wearing A Muscle shirt Uh huh With no muscles Okay Some— what are those— Dry fit swimming trunks Lol And— Oh shit! With matching crocs! HAHA. Even the socks match! He is luxury. For certain. Take it easy; I'm up in a tree— But you can't see me If it don't make money; Then the can't make time Fuck Brooklyn Too many white girls I should stay out in queens; Where everybody is a nigger like me— And iMm only getting bigger by the minute, man mi asked to be the King, Chowing down on a pizza Like fuck it Nobody loves me, I'll probably be mean for the rest of my life If she looks at me one more time all spiteful I'mma die tonight —but at least I'll die an idol Or icon Come on, God— Why you follow me Looking like a blonde And I'm just a hippopotamus Never woulda thought of this If I didn't have my heart In the bottom of my pocket Next to pocketbook, I keep instead of wallet, Full of business cards Just another day at the office Demoted from Equinox, —but all the dollars go to the number one Anyway “Don't get hit by a bus” That's all that God told me. Before she ran off It was the strangest and quietest subway ride of all time—even more strange and more quiet than usual; like a silent movie, the entire world seemed muted, and thought I had my headphones tightly over my ears, nothing played and nothing would, at least for the moment; it was Put your hands around my neck —. I'll sign all the proper paperwork; This is my consent, Consignment, or resentment— Never would have guessed For a pleasure better than this. Cross it off my wishlist Sealed it with a kiss, I might remember to forget If you forgive Me Hunger with a pitchfork I love to love New York I was a big fish in a little pond before Get the picture; Now I'm a dolphin getting bigger Better yet a shark It's better after dark I love you harder in the car— Be careful, (((Fear))) Why'd you have to be a star? Why'd you write love on your arms? Are you a martyr Here it is again, The infinite sadness Rush hour— Manhattan And I never had it So trapped in my mind; Rewind just to find The cue point It's you right? Cupid, or Balcazar, Whatever you are Whatever I was Whatever Here it goes again The automatic writing The undercover cops In New York Are up to something What is it I'm having a really hard day; I'm having a really hard time I'm having a really hard time— Yeah, I've lived a really long life Sometimes the truth is just.lies, Sometimes, I can't close my eyes I'm having a really long day I'm having a really long life I wanted to sleep early and rise closer to dawn, to of course get the most out of my day and make up for the one I had lost, wandering around hungrier than usual, dehydrated, and spinning round, wound up and feeling more than anxious, not quite manic as I was wholeheartedly drained, but still off—and undoubtedly the reason why had to of course have been my surroundings—I wasn't entirely yet a product of my environment, but on my way to it; it had been 17 days of disgusting toilets, cold and shivering nights dressed in layers and covered in blankets, but still cold enough near the window that my nose was always cold, unless I suffocated myself covering my face; everything was dirty, everyone was sick and tired, and the misery of homelessness had settled in long enough now that I couldn't care any less about myself ‘Are you capable of keeping this nation's secrets?' ‘Probably—but I wouldn't want to.' Deathwish>< Secret President I beg your pardon? You already know enough of them that you should be dead by now. So what's your excuse for keeping me around? You realize you're just a front-man for all this crazy shit we do around here? I—don't care. Are you drunk? No, I'm unconscious Living in this multidimensionality had allowed me to continue writing in such a way that everything I did and said held it's purpose, even if it was uncomfortable or terrible—not that I was exempt from suffering a guilty conscience, as I had still been raised with a sense of good and bad and right and wrong, and even upon understanding that these are just contrucfs, the bitter truth of the matter was that I, or any man, could only truly be trusted with the well-being of one's self and one's own interests, which might as well have been the best interests of this nation, my own stolen country —the American way had always been to escape oppression, only to run elsewhere and take what was needed to ensure one's own freedom; ‘so what of the spirits of the indegenous, then', whose blood continued to run through me no matter how cold or relentless. It's a trap. It's all a trap. I had been crucified in a number of ways, triggered, kept awake, left out in the cold, toyed with and trapped, psychologically terrori Now I'm confused (I'm so confused) Now I'm confused I'm so-confused Now I'm confused (I'm so cofused) Now I'm “I'm so — What the ruck am I looking at right now? Uhhh….. What are you doing? I don't know I'm so confused I'm still confused I'm confused 8'm still confused IMm so confused— I'm still confused Well. If you wanna come back for your shot, I'll be here. What are you doing. Can you not LOOK I'm just so sick of myself I'm just so tired of this world I don't wanna wake up no more No money, no problem More money, more problems Promise Got a soul full of woes Got no eyes on the prize Got no home And no hope for the world Gotta go on Still got my feet on the floor Gotta go on Still got no road to the coast Gotta go on I guess I'm still a ghost Gotta go on I got no love left no more Gotta go on Jesus Christ and all the sauce. ALL THE SAUCE. Not all the sauce. I want ALL OF IT. Lol he's like foaming at the mouth, right? I— Check it out. I told you the government could time travelZ. What. So they used Skrillex to — To do what. UNCLE SAM I WANT YOU— ALL OF IT. UNCLE SAM — what. What does Uncle Sam want? Idk. The charges dropped? Idk. If he thinks you're lying—he's lying If he thinks you're cheating—he's cheating If he thinks that you're leaving—he's thinking of leaving If he thinks that you need him; he probably needs you If it feels like you're dreaming, you're probably dreaming— If it feels like a fairytale, keep make believing Too good to be true will always have a meaning If you think you're his only; Then there's at least three There's no loyalty, here Men don't have no monogamy Men get fed up with the same thing, Monotony Being a man is just making monopolies No propositions, proposals or probablies God got you fucked up when you're ugly God got you fucked up for the fun of it God might make promises, But it's no wonder, There's love in her eyes But there's nothing left under No wonder. No wonder No wonder No love left No love left No love left No love left No wonder All out of water and oneness All out of reasons to smile All out out running the mile And thinking you add up to something g No wonder No wonder No wonder the world's out of water No wonder No trophies for breaking the cycle Unless you become one And still, you end up in the cycle Unlikely you'll find the one You might as well just go back To the one that owns you Who's dragging your son through the mud Yeah But he's crying for you No wonder No wonder No wonder the worlds out of water No uncle, no aunt, and no cousins to clothe you or house you You might have a mountain, if you could just tell the whole world that you come from here No hope for the humans No wonder no water was left here The ocean was rust and the tides had subsided The water receded And LA was left on her own I don't owe an explanation for this insanity I haven't had a man in a million galaxies It's not that bad, Now I dress all in black Take it back for the countryman Nobody loves me, man. I'm just alone and befuddled, I wanted to love,, but— Somebody's coughing and keeping this contract of nothing and loveless and homeless; And there's where I've been, man How's Paris? I should be embarrassed, But really I'm just regressing again, Depressed as I've ever been, But taking a lesson in mischievous methods And Devious determination to get back to LA and say “I finally made it”, And get my makeup on, And my hair fixed, And pay off my high rise apartment Where the AC ain't on, cause I like it hotter than heaven Cause Hell is a cold ass, lonely Soapless, hopeless, homeless shelter Where nobody loves you And nobody calls you on your birthdays anyway So you moved it to August Cause you'll never see Skrillex or Jimmy Fallon in person, But for some reason, You think of them Fondly. —For Whatever Reason. Fuck this. Somebody's onto me; Wrote a letter to God, But God's not answering Trust me, You don't want this ugly thing Under you Don't offer me a house key If you give a mouse a cookie; You probably outta poison it Oh! In a world of smoke and mirrors Everything gets clearer, clearer He really is rare though, Really— a limited edition Genius, Edison You don't deserve him I don't want to be the president, Don't want to be the President Hey, Oh! It's still hell here; I'll never be perfect Can starve, but won't be there Woah! It's trauma every night And Drama every morning This is not a warning It's a lesson that you're learning And a song that you're writing; You can't write this wrong, no— You don't belong in this world, So get off it Oh, Woah, I don't do this often But I just don't want to go home, That's just loveless Ten broken marriages, Coffins and caskets And lions and scarecrows— He won't take me back for this basket I don't wear a bonnet I'm done being honest! It doesn't get you ahead in this Better off dead and I'm still just a nigger— I've always been lost; But I've already been here I've already been here Caught it on camera, eh Undercover tape recording Never in the locker room, But never in my own roomX either I'm just another one of those Broken, Homeless I don't want to I don't want to Want to be the President YOU CONTROL THE POLICE— —I RUN THE AMBULANXE, BITCH, I RUN THE AMBULANCE BITCH, I RUN THE AMBULANCE Fuxk a phantom Fuck your Grammy's mammogram Fuxk you ambivolance and nonchalance You're just the ops, I run the ambulance! I just saw Johnny wirh the two dogs, At the shop and shop Pop-pop, This ain't no pop-up, lol My whole surfboard is taller This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you Don't waste your time Asking for adderall They don't want help for you— MedicicineMa meant to destroy you All the black skin In the streets In the shelters On the trains and On the busses The niggers on seroquel They will not help you They want to kill you Don't take the medicine If you have black skin They will not help you They want to kill you Adderal, xanex; It might be addictive— But those with blue eyes Are the only ones who get —they don't even need it They turn around and sell it If you have black skin; They'll give you seoquel They want to kill you; You'll think you're all better But you're out in the streets, in the gutter Talking to yourself Pissing on yourself Scratching off your black skin- All because you're colored! If you look like Elohim, Go ahead, take the medicine; Yes, you'll feel better; You'll get to work with Skrillex They'll give you an amphetamine, So you feel less pathetic Finish projects, Transcendence Don't take the medicine If you have black skin They will not help you They want to kill you But if you've got black skin You're only a nigger/**trigger to them Take the medicine To kill you faster Kill you faster Finally an ever after That makes sense to you bastards {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Never felt so alone1- But got God on my shoulder She's got art on her; Better send him packing. I'm not asking you for a favor I'm not asking for anything l l Call it a theatre or maybe insanity Cathedral or sanctuary, actually Maybe I'll finally be happy l l l Be between the lines Can't imagine what I'd find in you. Cover my eyes Is it over yet Calling me out Or I'm over it Under the Sun but another one, Wonderful world is unconscious The come up from nothin is morally deceptive Almost loveless, unless God exists Unless I'm God again —wait, who is this Houdini? Another stream of conciousness. Another scream, Another seemingly endless dream Or nightmare, of circumstances if Circles dance in corner's The coroner's report read: m m m A chain reaction, A form fitting fortress that falls apart, marginally I can't imagine anything I haven't like let seen I stand corrected; God bless your blue eyed girlfriend; As if God already hadn't Having fun yet? Never have an never did And I couldn't never wish on falling stars, Cause I don't believe in them, A symptom of a syndrome, Paliondrome, a solar plexus Another social deficit— ‘At least he's not in special Ed' An inspiration On your mark, And on my honor I'm still partially retarded But you started it, God What an awful deposit I wanted just to sit on the crosswalk And not exist Aww, don't cry Kelly— mmm— I gawked at what I thought was a fararri. But it's not, it's a Porsche And I still want it —m m — What if all I want was All that you were born with And all I ever worked for was Something that just happened What a trip What inequality is Tranquility, nah fuck it Born and bred Brooklyn, And stopping on Sutphin, Taking to Satan Crushing his cigarette Yes, I remember I'll always remember The infinite immigrants Multiple languages And how I hate Cause I just speak English and Spanish And music But I'm still homeless and lonely and gross But I'm focused on fitness WTT is this dude wearing A Muscle shirt Uh huh With no muscles Okay Some— what are those— Dry fit swimming trunks Lol And— Oh shit! With matching crocs! HAHA. Even the socks match! He is luxury. For certain. Take it easy; I'm up in a tree— But you can't see me If it don't make money; Then the can't make time Fuck Brooklyn Too many white girls I should stay out in queens; Where everybody is a nigger like me— And iMm only getting bigger by the minute, man mi asked to be the King, Chowing down on a pizza Like fuck it Nobody loves me, I'll probably be mean for the rest of my life If she looks at me one more time all spiteful I'mma die tonight —but at least I'll die an idol Or icon Come on, God— Why you follow me Looking like a blonde And I'm just a hippopotamus Never woulda thought of this If I didn't have my heart In the bottom of my pocket Next to pocketbook, I keep instead of wallet, Full of business cards Just another day at the office Demoted from Equinox, —but all the dollars go to the number one Anyway “Don't get hit by a bus” That's all that God told me. Before she ran off It was the strangest and quietest subway ride of all time—even more strange and more quiet than usual; like a silent movie, the entire world seemed muted, and thought I had my headphones tightly over my ears, nothing played and nothing would, at least for the moment; it was Put your hands around my neck —. I'll sign all the proper paperwork; This is my consent, Consignment, or resentment— Never would have guessed For a pleasure better than this. Cross it off my wishlist Sealed it with a kiss, I might remember to forget If you forgive Me Hunger with a pitchfork I love to love New York I was a big fish in a little pond before Get the picture; Now I'm a dolphin getting bigger Better yet a shark It's better after dark I love you harder in the car— Be careful, (((Fear))) Why'd you have to be a star? Why'd you write love on your arms? Are you a martyr Here it is again, The infinite sadness Rush hour— Manhattan And I never had it So trapped in my mind; Rewind just to find The cue point It's you right? Cupid, or Balcazar, Whatever you are Whatever I was Whatever Here it goes again The automatic writing The undercover cops In New York Are up to something What is it I'm having a really hard day; I'm having a really hard time I'm having a really hard time— Yeah, I've lived a really long life Sometimes the truth is just.lies, Sometimes, I can't close my eyes I'm having a really long day I'm having a really long life I wanted to sleep early and rise closer to dawn, to of course get the most out of my day and make up for the one I had lost, wandering around hungrier than usual, dehydrated, and spinning round, wound up and feeling more than anxious, not quite manic as I was wholeheartedly drained, but still off—and undoubtedly the reason why had to of course have been my surroundings—I wasn't entirely yet a product of my environment, but on my way to it; it had been 17 days of disgusting toilets, cold and shivering nights dressed in layers and covered in blankets, but still cold enough near the window that my nose was always cold, unless I suffocated myself covering my face; everything was dirty, everyone was sick and tired, and the misery of homelessness had settled in long enough now that I couldn't care any less about myself ‘Are you capable of keeping this nation's secrets?' ‘Probably—but I wouldn't want to.' Deathwish>< Secret President I beg your pardon? You already know enough of them that you should be dead by now. So what's your excuse for keeping me around? You realize you're just a front-man for all this crazy shit we do around here? I—don't care. Are you drunk? No, I'm unconscious Living in this multidimensionality had allowed me to continue writing in such a way that everything I did and said held it's purpose, even if it was uncomfortable or terrible—not that I was exempt from suffering a guilty conscience, as I had still been raised with a sense of good and bad and right and wrong, and even upon understanding that these are just contrucfs, the bitter truth of the matter was that I, or any man, could only truly be trusted with the well-being of one's self and one's own interests, which might as well have been the best interests of this nation, my own stolen country —the American way had always been to escape oppression, only to run elsewhere and take what was needed to ensure one's own freedom; ‘so what of the spirits of the indegenous, then', whose blood continued to run through me no matter how cold or relentless. It's a trap. It's all a trap. I had been crucified in a number of ways, triggered, kept awake, left out in the cold, toyed with and trapped, psychologically terrori Now I'm confused (I'm so confused) Now I'm confused I'm so-confused Now I'm confused (I'm so cofused) Now I'm “I'm so — What the ruck am I looking at right now? Uhhh….. What are you doing? I don't know I'm so confused I'm still confused I'm confused 8'm still confused IMm so confused— I'm still confused Well. If you wanna come back for your shot, I'll be here. What are you doing. Can you not LOOK I'm just so sick of myself I'm just so tired of this world I don't wanna wake up no more No money, no problem More money, more problems Promise Got a soul full of woes Got no eyes on the prize Got no home And no hope for the world Gotta go on Still got my feet on the floor Gotta go on Still got no road to the coast Gotta go on I guess I'm still a ghost Gotta go on I got no love left no more Gotta go on Jesus Christ and all the sauce. ALL THE SAUCE. Not all the sauce. I want ALL OF IT. Lol he's like foaming at the mouth, right? I— Check it out. I told you the government could time travelZ. What. So they used Skrillex to — To do what. UNCLE SAM I WANT YOU— ALL OF IT. UNCLE SAM — what. What does Uncle Sam want? Idk. The charges dropped? Idk. If he thinks you're lying—he's lying If he thinks you're cheating—he's cheating If he thinks that you're leaving—he's thinking of leaving If he thinks that you need him; he probably needs you If it feels like you're dreaming, you're probably dreaming— If it feels like a fairytale, keep make believing Too good to be true will always have a meaning If you think you're his only; Then there's at least three There's no loyalty, here Men don't have no monogamy Men get fed up with the same thing, Monotony Being a man is just making monopolies No propositions, proposals or probablies God got you fucked up when you're ugly God got you fucked up for the fun of it God might make promises, But it's no wonder, There's love in her eyes But there's nothing left under No wonder. No wonder No wonder No love left No love left No love left No love left No wonder All out of water and oneness All out of reasons to smile All out out running the mile And thinking you add up to something g No wonder No wonder No wonder the world's out of water No wonder No trophies for breaking the cycle Unless you become one And still, you end up in the cycle Unlikely you'll find the one You might as well just go back To the one that owns you Who's dragging your son through the mud Yeah But he's crying for you No wonder No wonder No wonder the worlds out of water No uncle, no aunt, and no cousins to clothe you or house you You might have a mountain, if you could just tell the whole world that you come from here No hope for the humans No wonder no water was left here The ocean was rust and the tides had subsided The water receded And LA was left on her own I don't owe an explanation for this insanity I haven't had a man in a million galaxies It's not that bad, Now I dress all in black Take it back for the countryman Nobody loves me, man. I'm just alone and befuddled, I wanted to love,, but— Somebody's coughing and keeping this contract of nothing and loveless and homeless; And there's where I've been, man How's Paris? I should be embarrassed, But really I'm just regressing again, Depressed as I've ever been, But taking a lesson in mischievous methods And Devious determination to get back to LA and say “I finally made it”, And get my makeup on, And my hair fixed, And pay off my high rise apartment Where the AC ain't on, cause I like it hotter than heaven Cause Hell is a cold ass, lonely Soapless, hopeless, homeless shelter Where nobody loves you And nobody calls you on your birthdays anyway So you moved it to August Cause you'll never see Skrillex or Jimmy Fallon in person, But for some reason, You think of them Fondly. —For Whatever Reason. Fuck this. Somebody's onto me; Wrote a letter to God, But God's not answering Trust me, You don't want this ugly thing Under you Don't offer me a house key If you give a mouse a cookie; You probably outta poison it Oh! In a world of smoke and mirrors Everything gets clearer, clearer He really is rare though, Really— a limited edition Genius, Edison You don't deserve him I don't want to be the president, Don't want to be the President Hey, Oh! It's still hell here; I'll never be perfect Can starve, but won't be there Woah! It's trauma every night And Drama every morning This is not a warning It's a lesson that you're learning And a song that you're writing; You can't write this wrong, no— You don't belong in this world, So get off it Oh, Woah, I don't do this often But I just don't want to go home, That's just loveless Ten broken marriages, Coffins and caskets And lions and scarecrows— He won't take me back for this basket I don't wear a bonnet I'm done being honest! It doesn't get you ahead in this Better off dead and I'm still just a nigger— I've always been lost; But I've already been here I've already been here Caught it on camera, eh Undercover tape recording Never in the locker room, But never in my own roomX either I'm just another one of those Broken, Homeless I don't want to I don't want to Want to be the President YOU CONTROL THE POLICE— —I RUN THE AMBULANXE, BITCH, I RUN THE AMBULANCE BITCH, I RUN THE AMBULANCE Fuxk a phantom Fuck your Grammy's mammogram Fuxk you ambivolance and nonchalance You're just the ops, I run the ambulance! I just saw Johnny wirh the two dogs, At the shop and shop Pop-pop, This ain't no pop-up, lol My whole surfboard is taller This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you Don't waste your time Asking for adderall They don't want help for you— MedicicineMa meant to destroy you All the black skin In the streets In the shelters On the trains and On the busses The niggers on seroquel They will not help you They want to kill you Don't take the medicine If you have black skin They will not help you They want to kill you Adderal, xanex; It might be addictive— But those with blue eyes Are the only ones who get —they don't even need it They turn around and sell it If you have black skin; They'll give you seoquel They want to kill you; You'll think you're all better But you're out in the streets, in the gutter Talking to yourself Pissing on yourself Scratching off your black skin- All because you're colored! If you look like Elohim, Go ahead, take the medicine; Yes, you'll feel better; You'll get to work with Skrillex They'll give you an amphetamine, So you feel less pathetic Finish projects, Transcendence Don't take the medicine If you have black skin They will not help you They want to kill you But if you've got black skin You're only a nigger/**trigger to them Take the medicine To kill you faster Kill you faster Finally an ever after That makes sense to you bastards {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Never felt so alone1- But got God on my shoulder She's got art on her; Better send him packing. I'm not asking you for a favor I'm not asking for anything l l Call it a theatre or maybe insanity Cathedral or sanctuary, actually Maybe I'll finally be happy l l l Be between the lines Can't imagine what I'd find in you. Cover my eyes Is it over yet Calling me out Or I'm over it Under the Sun but another one, Wonderful world is unconscious The come up from nothin is morally deceptive Almost loveless, unless God exists Unless I'm God again —wait, who is this Houdini? Another stream of conciousness. Another scream, Another seemingly endless dream Or nightmare, of circumstances if Circles dance in corner's The coroner's report read: m m m A chain reaction, A form fitting fortress that falls apart, marginally I can't imagine anything I haven't like let seen I stand corrected; God bless your blue eyed girlfriend; As if God already hadn't Having fun yet? Never have an never did And I couldn't never wish on falling stars, Cause I don't believe in them, A symptom of a syndrome, Paliondrome, a solar plexus Another social deficit— ‘At least he's not in special Ed' An inspiration On your mark, And on my honor I'm still partially retarded But you started it, God What an awful deposit I wanted just to sit on the crosswalk And not exist Aww, don't cry Kelly— mmm— I gawked at what I thought was a fararri. But it's not, it's a Porsche And I still want it —m m — What if all I want was All that you were born with And all I ever worked for was Something that just happened What a trip What inequality is Tranquility, nah fuck it Born and bred Brooklyn, And stopping on Sutphin, Taking to Satan Crushing his cigarette Yes, I remember I'll always remember The infinite immigrants Multiple languages And how I hate Cause I just speak English and Spanish And music But I'm still homeless and lonely and gross But I'm focused on fitness WTT is this dude wearing A Muscle shirt Uh huh With no muscles Okay Some— what are those— Dry fit swimming trunks Lol And— Oh shit! With matching crocs! HAHA. Even the socks match! He is luxury. For certain. Take it easy; I'm up in a tree— But you can't see me If it don't make money; Then the can't make time Fuck Brooklyn Too many white girls I should stay out in queens; Where everybody is a nigger like me— And iMm only getting bigger by the minute, man mi asked to be the King, Chowing down on a pizza Like fuck it Nobody loves me, I'll probably be mean for the rest of my life If she looks at me one more time all spiteful I'mma die tonight —but at least I'll die an idol Or icon Come on, God— Why you follow me Looking like a blonde And I'm just a hippopotamus Never woulda thought of this If I didn't have my heart In the bottom of my pocket Next to pocketbook, I keep instead of wallet, Full of business cards Just another day at the office Demoted from Equinox, —but all the dollars go to the number one Anyway “Don't get hit by a bus” That's all that God told me. Before she ran off It was the strangest and quietest subway ride of all time—even more strange and more quiet than usual; like a silent movie, the entire world seemed muted, and thought I had my headphones tightly over my ears, nothing played and nothing would, at least for the moment; it was Put your hands around my neck —. I'll sign all the proper paperwork; This is my consent, Consignment, or resentment— Never would have guessed For a pleasure better than this. Cross it off my wishlist Sealed it with a kiss, I might remember to forget If you forgive Me Hunger with a pitchfork I love to love New York I was a big fish in a little pond before Get the picture; Now I'm a dolphin getting bigger Better yet a shark It's better after dark I love you harder in the car— Be careful, (((Fear))) Why'd you have to be a star? Why'd you write love on your arms? Are you a martyr Here it is again, The infinite sadness Rush hour— Manhattan And I never had it So trapped in my mind; Rewind just to find The cue point It's you right? Cupid, or Balcazar, Whatever you are Whatever I was Whatever Here it goes again The automatic writing The undercover cops In New York Are up to something What is it I'm having a really hard day; I'm having a really hard time I'm having a really hard time— Yeah, I've lived a really long life Sometimes the truth is just.lies, Sometimes, I can't close my eyes I'm having a really long day I'm having a really long life I wanted to sleep early and rise closer to dawn, to of course get the most out of my day and make up for the one I had lost, wandering around hungrier than usual, dehydrated, and spinning round, wound up and feeling more than anxious, not quite manic as I was wholeheartedly drained, but still off—and undoubtedly the reason why had to of course have been my surroundings—I wasn't entirely yet a product of my environment, but on my way to it; it had been 17 days of disgusting toilets, cold and shivering nights dressed in layers and covered in blankets, but still cold enough near the window that my nose was always cold, unless I suffocated myself covering my face; everything was dirty, everyone was sick and tired, and the misery of homelessness had settled in long enough now that I couldn't care any less about myself ‘Are you capable of keeping this nation's secrets?' ‘Probably—but I wouldn't want to.' Deathwish>< Secret President I beg your pardon? You already know enough of them that you should be dead by now. So what's your excuse for keeping me around? You realize you're just a front-man for all this crazy shit we do around here? I—don't care. Are you drunk? No, I'm unconscious Living in this multidimensionality had allowed me to continue writing in such a way that everything I did and said held it's purpose, even if it was uncomfortable or terrible—not that I was exempt from suffering a guilty conscience, as I had still been raised with a sense of good and bad and right and wrong, and even upon understanding that these are just contrucfs, the bitter truth of the matter was that I, or any man, could only truly be trusted with the well-being of one's self and one's own interests, which might as well have been the best interests of this nation, my own stolen country —the American way had always been to escape oppression, only to run elsewhere and take what was needed to ensure one's own freedom; ‘so what of the spirits of the indegenous, then', whose blood continued to run through me no matter how cold or relentless. It's a trap. It's all a trap. I had been crucified in a number of ways, triggered, kept awake, left out in the cold, toyed with and trapped, psychologically terrori Now I'm confused (I'm so confused) Now I'm confused I'm so-confused Now I'm confused (I'm so cofused) Now I'm “I'm so — What the ruck am I looking at right now? Uhhh….. What are you doing? I don't know I'm so confused I'm still confused I'm confused 8'm still confused IMm so confused— I'm still confused Well. If you wanna come back for your shot, I'll be here. What are you doing. Can you not LOOK I'm just so sick of myself I'm just so tired of this world I don't wanna wake up no more No money, no problem More money, more problems Promise Got a soul full of woes Got no eyes on the prize Got no home And no hope for the world Gotta go on Still got my feet on the floor Gotta go on Still got no road to the coast Gotta go on I guess I'm still a ghost Gotta go on I got no love left no more Gotta go on Jesus Christ and all the sauce. ALL THE SAUCE. Not all the sauce. I want ALL OF IT. Lol he's like foaming at the mouth, right? I— Check it out. I told you the government could time travelZ. What. So they used Skrillex to — To do what. UNCLE SAM I WANT YOU— ALL OF IT. UNCLE SAM — what. What does Uncle Sam want? Idk. The charges dropped? Idk. If he thinks you're lying—he's lying If he thinks you're cheating—he's cheating If he thinks that you're leaving—he's thinking of leaving If he thinks that you need him; he probably needs you If it feels like you're dreaming, you're probably dreaming— If it feels like a fairytale, keep make believing Too good to be true will always have a meaning If you think you're his only; Then there's at least three There's no loyalty, here Men don't have no monogamy Men get fed up with the same thing, Monotony Being a man is just making monopolies No propositions, proposals or probablies God got you fucked up when you're ugly God got you fucked up for the fun of it God might make promises, But it's no wonder, There's love in her eyes But there's nothing left under No wonder. No wonder No wonder No love left No love left No love left No love left No wonder All out of water and oneness All out of reasons to smile All out out running the mile And thinking you add up to something g No wonder No wonder No wonder the world's out of water No wonder No trophies for breaking the cycle Unless you become one And still, you end up in the cycle Unlikely you'll find the one You might as well just go back To the one that owns you Who's dragging your son through the mud Yeah But he's crying for you No wonder No wonder No wonder the worlds out of water No uncle, no aunt, and no cousins to clothe you or house you You might have a mountain, if you could just tell the whole world that you come from here No hope for the humans No wonder no water was left here The ocean was rust and the tides had subsided The water receded And LA was left on her own I don't owe an explanation for this insanity I haven't had a man in a million galaxies It's not that bad, Now I dress all in black Take it back for the countryman Nobody loves me, man. I'm just alone and befuddled, I wanted to love,, but— Somebody's coughing and keeping this contract of nothing and loveless and homeless; And there's where I've been, man How's Paris? I should be embarrassed, But really I'm just regressing again, Depressed as I've ever been, But taking a lesson in mischievous methods And Devious determination to get back to LA and say “I finally made it”, And get my makeup on, And my hair fixed, And pay off my high rise apartment Where the AC ain't on, cause I like it hotter than heaven Cause Hell is a cold ass, lonely Soapless, hopeless, homeless shelter Where nobody loves you And nobody calls you on your birthdays anyway So you moved it to August Cause you'll never see Skrillex or Jimmy Fallon in person, But for some reason, You think of them Fondly. —For Whatever Reason. Fuck this. Somebody's onto me; Wrote a letter to God, But God's not answering Trust me, You don't want this ugly thing Under you Don't offer me a house key If you give a mouse a cookie; You probably outta poison it Oh! In a world of smoke and mirrors Everything gets clearer, clearer He really is rare though, Really— a limited edition Genius, Edison You don't deserve him I don't want to be the president, Don't want to be the President Hey, Oh! It's still hell here; I'll never be perfect Can starve, but won't be there Woah! It's trauma every night And Drama every morning This is not a warning It's a lesson that you're learning And a song that you're writing; You can't write this wrong, no— You don't belong in this world, So get off it Oh, Woah, I don't do this often But I just don't want to go home, That's just loveless Ten broken marriages, Coffins and caskets And lions and scarecrows— He won't take me back for this basket I don't wear a bonnet I'm done being honest! It doesn't get you ahead in this Better off dead and I'm still just a nigger— I've always been lost; But I've already been here I've already been here Caught it on camera, eh Undercover tape recording Never in the locker room, But never in my own roomX either I'm just another one of those Broken, Homeless I don't want to I don't want to Want to be the President YOU CONTROL THE POLICE— —I RUN THE AMBULANXE, BITCH, I RUN THE AMBULANCE BITCH, I RUN THE AMBULANCE Fuxk a phantom Fuck your Grammy's mammogram Fuxk you ambivolance and nonchalance You're just the ops, I run the ambulance! I just saw Johnny wirh the two dogs, At the shop and shop Pop-pop, This ain't no pop-up, lol My whole surfboard is taller This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you Don't waste your time Asking for adderall They don't want help for you— MedicicineMa meant to destroy you All the black skin In the streets In the shelters On the trains and On the busses The niggers on seroquel They will not help you They want to kill you Don't take the medicine If you have black skin They will not help you They want to kill you Adderal, xanex; It might be addictive— But those with blue eyes Are the only ones who get —they don't even need it They turn around and sell it If you have black skin; They'll give you seoquel They want to kill you; You'll think you're all better But you're out in the streets, in the gutter Talking to yourself Pissing on yourself Scratching off your black skin- All because you're colored! If you look like Elohim, Go ahead, take the medicine; Yes, you'll feel better; You'll get to work with Skrillex They'll give you an amphetamine, So you feel less pathetic Finish projects, Transcendence Don't take the medicine If you have black skin They will not help you They want to kill you But if you've got black skin You're only a nigger/**trigger to them Take the medicine To kill you faster Kill you faster Finally an ever after That makes sense to you bastards {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Never felt so alone1- But got God on my shoulder She's got art on her; Better send him packing. I'm not asking you for a favor I'm not asking for anything l l Call it a theatre or maybe insanity Cathedral or sanctuary, actually Maybe I'll finally be happy l l l Be between the lines Can't imagine what I'd find in you. Cover my eyes Is it over yet Calling me out Or I'm over it Under the Sun but another one, Wonderful world is unconscious The come up from nothin is morally deceptive Almost loveless, unless God exists Unless I'm God again —wait, who is this Houdini? Another stream of conciousness. Another scream, Another seemingly endless dream Or nightmare, of circumstances if Circles dance in corner's The coroner's report read: m m m A chain reaction, A form fitting fortress that falls apart, marginally I can't imagine anything I haven't like let seen I stand corrected; God bless your blue eyed girlfriend; As if God already hadn't Having fun yet? Never have an never did And I couldn't never wish on falling stars, Cause I don't believe in them, A symptom of a syndrome, Paliondrome, a solar plexus Another social deficit— ‘At least he's not in special Ed' An inspiration On your mark, And on my honor I'm still partially retarded But you started it, God What an awful deposit I wanted just to sit on the crosswalk And not exist Aww, don't cry Kelly— mmm— I gawked at what I thought was a fararri. But it's not, it's a Porsche And I still want it —m m — What if all I want was All that you were born with And all I ever worked for was Something that just happened What a trip What inequality is Tranquility, nah fuck it Born and bred Brooklyn, And stopping on Sutphin, Taking to Satan Crushing his cigarette Yes, I remember I'll always remember The infinite immigrants Multiple languages And how I hate Cause I just speak English and Spanish And music But I'm still homeless and lonely and gross But I'm focused on fitness WTT is this dude wearing A Muscle shirt Uh huh With no muscles Okay Some— what are those— Dry fit swimming trunks Lol And— Oh shit! With matching crocs! HAHA. Even the socks match! He is luxury. For certain. Take it easy; I'm up in a tree— But you can't see me If it don't make money; Then the can't make time Fuck Brooklyn Too many white girls I should stay out in queens; Where everybody is a nigger like me— And iMm only getting bigger by the minute, man mi asked to be the King, Chowing down on a pizza Like fuck it Nobody loves me, I'll probably be mean for the rest of my life If she looks at me one more time all spiteful I'mma die tonight —but at least I'll die an idol Or icon Come on, God— Why you follow me Looking like a blonde And I'm just a hippopotamus Never woulda thought of this If I didn't have my heart In the bottom of my pocket Next to pocketbook, I keep instead of wallet, Full of business cards Just another day at the office Demoted from Equinox, —but all the dollars go to the number one Anyway “Don't get hit by a bus” That's all that God told me. Before she ran off It was the strangest and quietest subway ride of all time—even more strange and more quiet than usual; like a silent movie, the entire world seemed muted, and thought I had my headphones tightly over my ears, nothing played and nothing would, at least for the moment; it was Put your hands around my neck —. I'll sign all the proper paperwork; This is my consent, Consignment, or resentment— Never would have guessed For a pleasure better than this. Cross it off my wishlist Sealed it with a kiss, I might remember to forget If you forgive Me Hunger with a pitchfork I love to love New York I was a big fish in a little pond before Get the picture; Now I'm a dolphin getting bigger Better yet a shark It's better after dark I love you harder in the car— Be careful, (((Fear))) Why'd you have to be a star? Why'd you write love on your arms? Are you a martyr Here it is again, The infinite sadness Rush hour— Manhattan And I never had it So trapped in my mind; Rewind just to find The cue point It's you right? Cupid, or Balcazar, Whatever you are Whatever I was Whatever Here it goes again The automatic writing The undercover cops In New York Are up to something What is it I'm having a really hard day; I'm having a really hard time I'm having a really hard time— Yeah, I've lived a really long life Sometimes the truth is just.lies, Sometimes, I can't close my eyes I'm having a really long day I'm having a really long life I wanted to sleep early and rise closer to dawn, to of course get the most out of my day and make up for the one I had lost, wandering around hungrier than usual, dehydrated, and spinning round, wound up and feeling more than anxious, not quite manic as I was wholeheartedly drained, but still off—and undoubtedly the reason why had to of course have been my surroundings—I wasn't entirely yet a product of my environment, but on my way to it; it had been 17 days of disgusting toilets, cold and shivering nights dressed in layers and covered in blankets, but still cold enough near the window that my nose was always cold, unless I suffocated myself covering my face; everything was dirty, everyone was sick and tired, and the misery of homelessness had settled in long enough now that I couldn't care any less about myself ‘Are you capable of keeping this nation's secrets?' ‘Probably—but I wouldn't want to.' Deathwish>< Secret President I beg your pardon? You already know enough of them that you should be dead by now. So what's your excuse for keeping me around? You realize you're just a front-man for all this crazy shit we do around here? I—don't care. Are you drunk? No, I'm unconscious Living in this multidimensionality had allowed me to continue writing in such a way that everything I did and said held it's purpose, even if it was uncomfortable or terrible—not that I was exempt from suffering a guilty conscience, as I had still been raised with a sense of good and bad and right and wrong, and even upon understanding that these are just contrucfs, the bitter truth of the matter was that I, or any man, could only truly be trusted with the well-being of one's self and one's own interests, which might as well have been the best interests of this nation, my own stolen country —the American way had always been to escape oppression, only to run elsewhere and take what was needed to ensure one's own freedom; ‘so what of the spirits of the indegenous, then', whose blood continued to run through me no matter how cold or relentless. It's a trap. It's all a trap. I had been crucified in a number of ways, triggered, kept awake, left out in the cold, toyed with and trapped, psychologically terrori Now I'm confused (I'm so confused) Now I'm confused I'm so-confused Now I'm confused (I'm so cofused) Now I'm “I'm so — What the ruck am I looking at right now? Uhhh….. What are you doing? I don't know I'm so confused I'm still confused I'm confused 8'm still confused IMm so confused— I'm still confused Well. If you wanna come back for your shot, I'll be here. What are you doing. Can you not LOOK I'm just so sick of myself I'm just so tired of this world I don't wanna wake up no more No money, no problem More money, more problems Promise Got a soul full of woes Got no eyes on the prize Got no home And no hope for the world Gotta go on Still got my feet on the floor Gotta go on Still got no road to the coast Gotta go on I guess I'm still a ghost Gotta go on I got no love left no more Gotta go on Jesus Christ and all the sauce. ALL THE SAUCE. Not all the sauce. I want ALL OF IT. Lol he's like foaming at the mouth, right? I— Check it out. I told you the government could time travelZ. What. So they used Skrillex to — To do what. UNCLE SAM I WANT YOU— ALL OF IT. UNCLE SAM — what. What does Uncle Sam want? Idk. The charges dropped? Idk. If he thinks you're lying—he's lying If he thinks you're cheating—he's cheating If he thinks that you're leaving—he's thinking of leaving If he thinks that you need him; he probably needs you If it feels like you're dreaming, you're probably dreaming— If it feels like a fairytale, keep make believing Too good to be true will always have a meaning If you think you're his only; Then there's at least three There's no loyalty, here Men don't have no monogamy Men get fed up with the same thing, Monotony Being a man is just making monopolies No propositions, proposals or probablies God got you fucked up when you're ugly God got you fucked up for the fun of it God might make promises, But it's no wonder, There's love in her eyes But there's nothing left under No wonder. No wonder No wonder No love left No love left No love left No love left No wonder All out of water and oneness All out of reasons to smile All out out running the mile And thinking you add up to something g No wonder No wonder No wonder the world's out of water No wonder No trophies for breaking the cycle Unless you become one And still, you end up in the cycle Unlikely you'll find the one You might as well just go back To the one that owns you Who's dragging your son through the mud Yeah But he's crying for you No wonder No wonder No wonder the worlds out of water No uncle, no aunt, and no cousins to clothe you or house you You might have a mountain, if you could just tell the whole world that you come from here No hope for the humans No wonder no water was left here The ocean was rust and the tides had subsided The water receded And LA was left on her own I don't owe an explanation for this insanity I haven't had a man in a million galaxies It's not that bad, Now I dress all in black Take it back for the countryman Nobody loves me, man. I'm just alone and befuddled, I wanted to love,, but— Somebody's coughing and keeping this contract of nothing and loveless and homeless; And there's where I've been, man How's Paris? I should be embarrassed, But really I'm just regressing again, Depressed as I've ever been, But taking a lesson in mischievous methods And Devious determination to get back to LA and say “I finally made it”, And get my makeup on, And my hair fixed, And pay off my high rise apartment Where the AC ain't on, cause I like it hotter than heaven Cause Hell is a cold ass, lonely Soapless, hopeless, homeless shelter Where nobody loves you And nobody calls you on your birthdays anyway So you moved it to August Cause you'll never see Skrillex or Jimmy Fallon in person, But for some reason, You think of them Fondly. —For Whatever Reason. Fuck this. Somebody's onto me; Wrote a letter to God, But God's not answering Trust me, You don't want this ugly thing Under you Don't offer me a house key If you give a mouse a cookie; You probably outta poison it Oh! In a world of smoke and mirrors Everything gets clearer, clearer He really is rare though, Really— a limited edition Genius, Edison You don't deserve him I don't want to be the president, Don't want to be the President Hey, Oh! It's still hell here; I'll never be perfect Can starve, but won't be there Woah! It's trauma every night And Drama every morning This is not a warning It's a lesson that you're learning And a song that you're writing; You can't write this wrong, no— You don't belong in this world, So get off it Oh, Woah, I don't do this often But I just don't want to go home, That's just loveless Ten broken marriages, Coffins and caskets And lions and scarecrows— He won't take me back for this basket I don't wear a bonnet I'm done being honest! It doesn't get you ahead in this Better off dead and I'm still just a nigger— I've always been lost; But I've already been here I've already been here Caught it on camera, eh Undercover tape recording Never in the locker room, But never in my own roomX either I'm just another one of those Broken, Homeless I don't want to I don't want to Want to be the President YOU CONTROL THE POLICE— —I RUN THE AMBULANXE, BITCH, I RUN THE AMBULANCE BITCH, I RUN THE AMBULANCE Fuxk a phantom Fuck your Grammy's mammogram Fuxk you ambivolance and nonchalance You're just the ops, I run the ambulance! I just saw Johnny wirh the two dogs, At the shop and shop Pop-pop, This ain't no pop-up, lol My whole surfboard is taller This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you want This is what you want This is This is what you Don't waste your time Asking for adderall They don't want help for you— MedicicineMa meant to destroy you All the black skin In the streets In the shelters On the trains and On the busses The niggers on seroquel They will not help you They want to kill you Don't take the medicine If you have black skin They will not help you They want to kill you Adderal, xanex; It might be addictive— But those with blue eyes Are the only ones who get —they don't even need it They turn around and sell it If you have black skin; They'll give you seoquel They want to kill you; You'll think you're all better But you're out in the streets, in the gutter Talking to yourself Pissing on yourself Scratching off your black skin- All because you're colored! If you look like Elohim, Go ahead, take the medicine; Yes, you'll feel better; You'll get to work with Skrillex They'll give you an amphetamine, So you feel less pathetic Finish projects, Transcendence Don't take the medicine If you have black skin They will not help you They want to kill you But if you've got black skin You're only a nigger/**trigger to them Take the medicine To kill you faster Kill you faster Finally an ever after That makes sense to you bastards {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It's our first anniversary, and so we invited fellow 1999-podcaster Dahlia Balcazar to talk about her podcast, 1999 FOREVER, and her hand-picked 1999 movie: The Haunting! Dahlia tells us why she decided to make an audio essay about the year of all years, and we touch on what was going on in other areas of culture outside of the movie theater, like Y2K and The Sopranos. Dahlia's requested movie was Jan Debont's follow-up to Speed and Twister, the 2nd major...um...adaptation of Shirley Jackson's novel The Haunting of Hill House. Originally planned to be release with the novel's title intact, it was shortened to The Haunting to avoid confusion with another 1999 movie, The House on Haunted Hill. Starring Lily Taylor, Liam Neeson, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and Owen Wilson, The Haunting was not a disaster at the box office, cracking the top 25 for the year. But it is, nonetheless, a disaster...and not in the way it's supposed to be, like Twister. Is there any reason to watch this movie? Find out! But there are definitely reasons to listen to 1999: Forever, which you can find here! https://www.salvadordahlia.com/1999-forever

Click the post for details on this episode! Welcome back to Open House. Randy Seidman here with another two hours of the grooviest beats. Coming up this month I'm playing the Showbox in Seattle on February 11th, and in March I'm heading to Mexico and Asia. To keep up with my travels and tunes, follow me @randyseidman. I hope to see you on the dance floor. Fresh jams in the first hour followed by an exclusive session with the talented rising star in the melodic game, Aaron Suiss. For now, turn it up. Randy Seidman's Website - Click HERE Randy Seidman's Soundcloud - Click HERE Randy Seidman's Beatport - Click HERE Randy Seidman's Spotify - Click HERE Randy Seidman's Facebook - Click HERE Randy Seidman's Twitter - Click HERE Randy Seidman's Track List: 01) Daniel Rateuke - Limber (Original Mix) 02) Matt Rowan, Robbie Lowe - Luminary (Blood Groove & Kikis Remix) 03) Underher - Into The Night (Space Food Remix) 04) Da Fresh - Heyoka (Original Mix) 05) D-nox, Zac - Fusion (Original Mix) 06) Tali Muss - Tulum (Original Mix) 07) Alexey Union - Sarabi (Original Mix) 08) Balcazar, Betoko - Somniak (Original Mix) 09) Gulec - Freefall (Original Mix) 10) OIBAF&WALLEN - Sighs (Original Mix) 11) Stratoverb - Magnetical (Original Mix) 12) Sensetive5 - Into The Shadows (Original Mix) 13) Natascha Polké - Burning Out (Original Mix) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed the first hour, some of my top recent jams. Up next is a talented US born, Mexico based talent who earned his stripes on the beaches of Thailand and has since gone on to conquer the world. With releases on quality imprints such as Timeless Moment, Dessert Hearts Black, Heinz, and ICONYC, Aaron has gained the support of heavy hitters like Hernan Cattaneo, D-Nox, Nora En Pure, Miss Monique and many more. He also manages Outta Limits, the legendary label of Stan Kolev & Matan Caspi. With recent stage time at Universo Paralello in Brazil and EDC in Mexico City, along with a full slate of upcoming gigs around the States and Asia, it's clear this is a man to keep your ears on. For the next hour, Aaron Suiss is in the mix. Aaron Suiss's Website - Click HERE Aaron Suiss's Beatport - Click HERE Aaron Suiss's Spotify - Click HERE Aaron Suiss's Soundcloud - Click HERE Aaron Suiss's Instagram - Click HERE Aaron Suiss's Track List: 01) Beckers, D-Nox - Control (James Harcourt Remix) 02) Quivver - Edges (Original Mix) 03) Stan Kolev - All Along (Original Mix) 04) Madmotormiquel - Cool Trainer (Fulltone Remix) 05) Dezza, Josh Kelly - Northern Star (Matan Caspi Extended Remix) 06) 6A - Last95 - Zvezdara (Original Mix) 07) 08 Dezza - Juniper (Extended Mix) 08) 08 JP Lantieri - Pinot Grigio (Stan Kolev Remix) 09) Jos & Eli - Atomica (Yotto Remix) 10) Beckers, D-Nox - Loveland (Original Mix) 11) All Living Things - Programme Music (Original Mix) Randy Seidman · Open House 216 w/Randy Seidman + Aaron Suiss [Feb. 2023]

In this episode, Sisko and Mike have special guest Sonia Balcazar in the studio. Sonia is an actress whos done both theatre and film. She currently has projects in the works like the sitcom "The King of Downey" and her upcoming short film which she was also an executive producer and which we got to see before it dropped. Addicted to you which drops soon is a powerful story.

Héctor y Galo reflexionan sobre el verdadero sentido del día de muertos, la tradición prehispánica, el sincretismo con otras celebraciones, la comunicación con los muertos y mucho más.

BRP 303 - SAAND @saandmusic facebook.com/saandmusic instagram.com/saandmusic Tracklist Yame - Califiornia (Original Mix) Varoc, Uri Mood, Manny XO - Twilight (Jeaneiffel Remix) Eran Hersh & Sandhaus - Models (Extended Mix) Marcan Liav - Oucha (RIGOONI Remix) Rufus Du Sol - See You Again (Carlita Remix) Dos Locos - Stun Gun (Original Mix) Yamagucci - Pandemic (Original Mix) Jacob (IL), SHAGGY - Podemos (Original Mix) Dor Danino - Mezoti (Original Mi) Tiga - Mind Dimension (Kolsch Remix) :Los Angeles based DJ/Producer who breaks all barriers of genre and sounds taps into the melody of the world with rhythm and soul. SAAND is the Label Head of Tierra Sounds, a record label featuring some of the most proficient artists in the underground. His ability has amassed a punchy resume of performances that cover some lustrous festivals including Lightning in a Bottle, Woogie Weekend, Gardens of Babylon, Genius Loci, BPM Festival, Chi Wow Wah Town, Guadalupe Valley Fest, and Burning Man among others. His releases are found riddled across affluent labels that are also pushing the envelope in their own way. Favorites including Sol Selectas, Pipe & Pochet, Exotic Refreshment, Desert Trax, Dream Culture, Lump Records, Dilate, Motek, The Purr, One of a Kind, Capital Heaven, Particles, Petra Recordings, Union Jack, and Beat and Path can all be found highlighting SAAND's work. In addition to having some of the world's biggest DJ's play and feature his music, SAAND has worked with cutting edge artists such as Till Von Sein, Tigerskin, Pezzner, KMLN, Dance Spirit, Powel, BONDI, Uone, Balcazar & Sordo, HearthuG, David Hasert, David Scuba, Raw District, Namito, Ricoshei, Andre Salmon, Kosmas, Derek Marin, Dead Tones, George Vala, Machino, Ashley Wild, Jonny Cruz, and Clayton Steele. DJing since he was just 13 years old, SAAND has weaved through genres extensively. His musical understanding is masterful in its playfulness. His journey has led him to rock dance floors around the globe, bringing in those worldly sounds that as we know, have the power to unite humanity.

BRP 303 - SAAND soundcloud.com/saandmusic facebook.com/saandmusic instagram.com/saandmusic Tracklist Yame - Califiornia (Original Mix) Varoc, Uri Mood, Manny XO - Twilight (Jeaneiffel Remix) Eran Hersh & Sandhaus - Models (Extended Mix) Marcan Liav - Oucha (RIGOONI Remix) Rufus Du Sol - See You Again (Carlita Remix) Dos Locos - Stun Gun (Original Mix) Yamagucci - Pandemic (Original Mix) Jacob (IL), SHAGGY - Podemos (Original Mix) Dor Danino - Mezoti (Original Mi) Tiga - Mind Dimension (Kolsch Remix) :Los Angeles based DJ/Producer who breaks all barriers of genre and sounds taps into the melody of the world with rhythm and soul. SAAND is the Label Head of Tierra Sounds, a record label featuring some of the most proficient artists in the underground. His ability has amassed a punchy resume of performances that cover some lustrous festivals including Lightning in a Bottle, Woogie Weekend, Gardens of Babylon, Genius Loci, BPM Festival, Chi Wow Wah Town, Guadalupe Valley Fest, and Burning Man among others. His releases are found riddled across affluent labels that are also pushing the envelope in their own way. Favorites including Sol Selectas, Pipe & Pochet, Exotic Refreshment, Desert Trax, Dream Culture, Lump Records, Dilate, Motek, The Purr, One of a Kind, Capital Heaven, Particles, Petra Recordings, Union Jack, and Beat and Path can all be found highlighting SAAND's work. In addition to having some of the world's biggest DJ's play and feature his music, SAAND has worked with cutting edge artists such as Till Von Sein, Tigerskin, Pezzner, KMLN, Dance Spirit, Powel, BONDI, Uone, Balcazar & Sordo, HearthuG, David Hasert, David Scuba, Raw District, Namito, Ricoshei, Andre Salmon, Kosmas, Derek Marin, Dead Tones, George Vala, Machino, Ashley Wild, Jonny Cruz, and Clayton Steele. DJing since he was just 13 years old, SAAND has weaved through genres extensively. His musical understanding is masterful in its playfulness. His journey has led him to rock dance floors around the globe, bringing in those worldly sounds that as we know, have the power to unite humanity.

In this episode, I interview one of my independent consultant clients, Maria Balcazar Tellez.Listen in as she provides invaluable insights from behind-the-scenes into how she's running a successful independent consulting business. Maria shares how she's been able to transform from employee-based thinking into the CEO-level mindset required for a successful business owner, how she's increased her pricing and her pricing decision-making process,what's led to her creating a well-known reputation for herself so she's consistently sought after for the type of work she does,how she has intentionally transformed her business from burnout and overwhelm into passion and joy,and so much more.Get full show notes and more information here: https://www.melisaliberman.com/blog/82And for more on private coaching tailored to you as an independent consulting business owner, go to https://www.icyourway.com.

Balcazar - Time to Say Goodbye [Keyfound] Facundo Borras - Oathkeeper (Original Mix) [MNL] Alan Cerra - Exuma (Original Mix) [The Purr] Madraas- Echoes (Extended Mix) [Peace Symphonies] Jelly For The Babies, Ignacio Corazza - My Heart Is Heavy (Weird Sounding Dude Remix) [The Purr] Fabreeka - Blue Sky (Paul Deep Remix) [Mango Alley] Unusual Soul - Shadows of the Soul (Original Mix) [Juicebox Music] Nufects - Luz (Original Mix) [Droid9] Yonsh - Higher (Original Mix) [Deepwibe Underground] Alex Efe & Diego Berrondo - Distance (Original Mix) [onedotsixtwo] Chris Cargo - Some Kind Of Electric (Original Mix) [If You Wait Music] 

¿Conoces el juego de la lotería mexicana? pero la que se canta con versos por cada tarjeta? Hoy te presento una versión de la lotería que nos lleva a conocer los terrores que más se han impregnado en el imaginario popular del chilango. Desde una de las leyendas más clásicas como la de "Don Juan Manuel", niños fantasma como "La niña que se aparece en la oficina", otra muy peculiar de la colonia Alamos con un "Taxi-cocodrilo fantasma", hasta la de "La rata gigante de La Merced". El ilustrador Abraham Balcazar se dejó visitar por las musas tenebrosas de la inspiración y realizó una versión muy diferente y terrorífica de este juego. Acompáñanos a escuchar esta serie de historias que ilustran perfectamente lo que más nos da terror a los mexicanos. Síguenos en Instagram y Tik Tok como @Rinconescarlata_ en Twitter como @Escarlatina_rin y entra al blog en rinconescarlata.wordpress.com. Gracias por darle me gusta, compartirlo y ¡¡sobretodo!! por comentar.

Award winning actress Sonia Balcazar joins the show this week to chat craft, hustle and putting your best self forward. Follow Sonia @soniabalcazar on Instagram. KnewAmsterdam.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/knewamsterdam/support

**DISCLAIMER- EPISODE IS IN SPANISH. We brought Cristhian Balcazar onto the Festy Hub Podcast! We get to hear about his story as he traveled across the continent to make a better name for himself. Special Guest - Cristhian Balcazar IG: CristhianBalcazarMusic TikTok: CristhianBalcazarDJ Spotify: Cristhian Balcazar

Héctor y Galo (maestro y artista) hablan sobre la muerte, la filosofía Tolteca, la historia de México, los enteógenos y muchos otros aspectos muy interesantes de nuestra propia cultura.

We have Sonia Balcazar who is an actress in hollywood. She's been in many commercials and movies. We get the 411 of how it is being a latina in hollywood. The pros and cons of pursuing your dream!Brought to you by:black Widow InvestigationsThe Mortgage Masters #1738697Espinoza's LeatherMIKEY BOYVictorious Vida Clothing#actress #actresses #actress

You're in for a treat because actress, writer, producer and awesome human being Sonia Balcazar brought the heat! She hails from East San Jose, California and truly opens up during this conversation with DOUBLE A. We couldn't be more grateful to Sonia for having appeared on this platform. This episode is definitely for those who want to learn more about the world of showbiz!

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1 - Balcazar, Ismaehl, Replicanth - Samsara /  2 - Mass Digital - Rain in June /  3 - Astor Piazzolla - Libertango (Apste Version) /  4 - Kamilo Sanclemente  - Nowhere To Run feat Velveta /  5 - Talal - Always /  6 - Gardenstate, Hvitling & Yenzen - Synchole /  7 - Eric Lune - Desire (Dave Seaman Remix ) /  8 - Billie Eilish - No Time To Die (Antrim Remix) /  9 - BLANCAh - Terracotta /  10 - Agoria & Niño de Elche - What if earth would turn faster (KAS:ST Remix) /  Download episode on MP3 (Right click, save link as...) Help me support NGO Alegría Intensiva, Hospital Clown, in Argentina. Donate now by clicking here!!! Donar desde Argentina haciendo click aquí!!!  

Invertir en tu cerebro es lo principal para emprender y alcanzar la libertad financiera, Gustavo Balcazar, nos platica su experiencia antes y después de haber invertido en su conocimiento. Veremos que, hacer negocios sin el conocimiento y la preparación adecuada puede ser tardado ¡E incluso tener rendimientos negativos! ¡Sintonízanos ahora! O escucha más por: http://bit.ly/PodcastsVDLR http://bit.ly/SpotifyVDLR Únete a nuestra Masterclass vive de las rentas ¡En piloto automático! Y aprende todo sobre la máquina de hacer dinero: los inmuebles. Regístrate sin costo: https://us02web.zoom.us/webinar/register/3216419191735/WN_Dh1obbNeTWONP_eRLP8CGA

En esta ocasión Miguel Balcazar nos presenta una selección de canciones perfectas para alimentar la playlist de Unbroken Music. Esta es una producción de Su Presencia Radio.

Episode 112 of Journey features tunes from Bona Fide, Draso, M.O.S., Pandhora, Nopi, Balcazar, Pedro Capelossi, Greg Ochman and more. Taking over the guestmix is Viktop.  Journey Merchandise: https://www.madithings.shop/collections/goosmusic Join the Journey group on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/journeybygoos/ Join the Telegram Channel: https://t.me/goosmusic Follow Viktop: Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/viktopmia Beatport: https://www.beatport.com/artist/viktop/449369 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/viktop.mia/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/viktop_music/ Artwork by Hyphen Design - https://www.instagram.com/hyphendesign Goos Mix Pedro Capelossi - Lost in Translation (Original Mix) [TOR] Gorje Hewek, Marvin The Sun - Everything You Said (Extended Mix) [Stride] Bona Fide, Draso - Nebo (Original Mix) [All Day I Dream] M.O.S. - Na Vode Luna Igraet (Original Mix) [All Day I Dream] Greg Ochman - Honey Ballet (Original Mix) [Art Vibes Music] Pandhora, Cahelo - Dust (Original Mix) [Art Vibes Music] Sarah Chilanti, Nōpi - Flatter (GastoM Remix) [Sound Avenue] Balcazar - Cucon (Original Mix) [The Purr] Tim Green - Among Wolves (Volen Sentir Remix) [For A Memory] Diplo, Damian Lazarus, Jungle - Don't Be Afraid (CIOZ Remix (Extended)) [Higher Ground (Mad Decent)]

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Follow us on FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/UndergroundTelAviv Asthetics 8th release ‘Siracusa' by Land Of Me is OUT NOW inc. mesmerizing remix by Balcazar, Check it out..! Tracklist: 1. Land Of Me - Siracusa (Original Mix) 2. Land Of Me - Siracusa (Balcazar Remix) 3. Land Of Me - Stone of the Seagull (Original Mix) Release Date: August 27th, 2021. Label: Asthetics. Buy Here: https://www.beatport.com/release/siracusa/3479606 Follow Balcazar:
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ATENCION>>> la musica empieza al minuto 18:22, la primera parte del show puedes escuchar a Bastien en su entrevista. Episodio #002 con el invitado especial desde Mexico: Bastien Residente de En este episodio damos una visita a la cabeza de esta gran artista y nos dejamos llevar a un lugar elevado gracias a su forma de mezclar. Escucha este Episodio con mente abierta, disfruta el house, tech house y vocales ritmicos... deja tus comentarios eso tambien apoya al show, gracias!! TRACKLIST: 1 - Precizie - Egal 3 2 - Vincent Casanova - Amulet 3 - T. Fitzgerald - present now 4 - East & Dubs - Argo 5 - Cardos (slp) - I Cant 6 - Pinto -Hot CLTO EDITS 7 - Luuk Van Dijk - Parallax 8- Adisyn - Departure 9 - Blond:ish - In my head 10 Balcazar & Sordo - Stalker

CASTxOFF Podcast 21: Malawa (@malawadj)Malawa grew up in Ensenada, Baja California, a very creative and entertaining boy. In 2004 influenced by electronic music he began to attend large electronic festivals, listening to different styles and genres. Today Malawa has created its own style, structured by the Minimal House / Deep House. He joined Symbiotik Collective in the Mexican southeast, promoter and collective of Dj's, which has presented national talents such as Métrika, Robbie Akbal, Balcazar & Sordo, Métrika, Ramiro Puente, Bastard Love to mention a few. In 2015 he returned to his hometown, forming part of the Dj's / Residents team at the Social Miscelanea Nocturna bar. He has shared the stage with numerous national talents, such as Pinto, Miguel Puente, Gabriel Sordo, Climbers, Evan Espinoza, Louie Fresco, 4004, Balcazar, Métrika, The Cool Cats, Dwight Evan, Bjerk Peterson, among others, and with numerous local and regional talents. In mid-2020, he joins the crew of dj's from Triangle Radio Show, a radio station from Mexicali, Baja California, Mx, that has been in charge of spreading and promoting the underground electronic scene in Northwest Mexico. He has shared and broadcast his sets on different national and international electronic music platforms, as well as on regional, national and international radio stations. His sets range from an exquisite warm up to a fine, energetic, dancing sound. Without a doubt a selection of tracks that will make you dance the night away.   Follow Malawa:Instagram: www.instagram.com/malawadjSoundcloud: www.soundcloud.com/malawadjFacebook: www.facebook.com/MalawadjFollow CASTxOFF:Instagram: www.instagram.com/castxoff.laFacebook: www.facebook.com/castxoff.laSoundcloud: www.soundcloud.com/castxoff_laPrepare for departure ⚓️

Geraldine Balcazar is a generous dancer with a background in contemporary dance, performance art, yoga and other dance forms. She refers to movement, rather than dance as part of her practise and is interested in making dance available to a wider audience. More recently she has studied and worked with concepts from body mind centering by Bonnie Bainbridge Cohen and has been looking after her one year old son Max after moving to the North Coast of NSW. In this interview she talks about how she got into dance, why she chooses to frame her practise around movement, her influences and what she's more focused on in her dance at present. Hope you enjoy listening to this interview with this lovely human being. 

Podcast 28 Bonnie Jenkins Speaks With Maria F. Balcazar Tellez by Women of Color Advancing Peace & Security

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Diana nació en Bogotá, de familia mitad bogotana y mitad payanesa. A los seis años de edad, llega a vivir a Usaquén, municipio anexo a Bogotá, situado junto a los cerros orientales de la ciudad. Infancia en casa grande, con solar, y en los cerros aledaños, con paseos familiares y recorridos con la tía, así comienza esta historia...

Amánadote Mujer viernes 1:00 pm Conducido por: Paty Salazar Invitados: -Rafael Arturo Balcazar Narro (ex diputado federal) Tema: "Mi experiencia como diputado federal y campañas políticas en redes sociales" -Jeanne Escobar (terapeuta) Tema: "Mamá o esposa" -Alejandra Name (terapeuta) Tema : "La mente Futureando" -Dr. M. Ángel Schad Beringola (cirujano Dentista) Tema: "Diseño de sonrisa" -Mónica (coach fitness) -Milenka Tayho con los horóscopos semanales SoloPor Mmoodtv

In this episode, the tables are turned as Greg gets hotseated by John and Amanda Balcazar, a successful husband and wife team who have lived off their eCommerce business for over a decade.  We discuss how to run a business from home and still have a family life. If you have recently made the work-from-home transition, you will enjoy this episode.

Housepedia Podcasts #HomeIsWhereHouseIsPlaying 14 I Malawa Walterio Alba aka Malawa was born in Ensenada Mexico. He is a very creative and chill guy that has been highly influenced by electronic music since 2004, when he started to assist to huge electronic music festivals. It was like this that he had the chance to discover different kinds of genres and styles that now define his. Now he has a MIninal House / Deep House style. He is a resident DJ at the bar Social Miscelanea Nocturna. He has shared scene with talents like Miguel Puente, Gabriel Sordo, Climbers, Louie Fresco, Evan Espinoza, 4004, Balcazar, Metrika, The Cool Cats, Bastard Love and so many others. He has shared his sets on different platforms around the world, international and national. Info about the artist: @malawadj Submit your mixtape: https://housepediamusic.online/submissions/ Listen on Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/home-is-where-house-is-playing/id1523865206 Buy a Tee or a Sticker: https://teespring.com/stores/housepedia-music

Today we talk to Lucia Balcazar, the author of Build a Flower: A Beginner's Guide to Paper Flowers. Lucia has an easily recognizable signature style of deep colours and strong graphic lines in her paper flower art. Formerly a statistician, she changed her career path to follow her love for the fine arts, and her art reflects a maturity and confidence that is a hallmark of later-in-life artists. Her first book, Build a Flower, provides a refreshing take on paper flowers by exploring different types of paper materials and techniques. It's a perfect book for beginners who are keen on trying different mediums and ideal for crafters/artists who want to take on something fun. Listen to us chat with Lucia about her new book, how she manages her tendonitis, and how she balances her mom-life with her art. First, let's learn a bit about Lucia: 1. Who is Lucia Balcazar? I'm a statistician turned paper flower artist. I was born in St. Paul, Minnesota but grew up in La Paz, Bolivia. I went to college in Chicago, moved to Berlin, travelled through Asia, and lived in Tanzania for a while. I changed careers and went to art school in Boston, where I live now with my husband Jose Andres and baby Matilde. 2. How and why did you start making paper flowers? The first time I made paper flowers was during a massive snowstorm in Boston. We had been stuck at home for days. I had come across paper flowers online while researching ideas for my wedding and fell in love with the idea right away. I gathered whatever materials I had at home and made my first (very wonky!) paper flower. I used blue painter's tape instead of floral tape, thick modeling wire instead of floral wire, and fine art paper with no stretch. The results weren't great but I felt really proud of my first attempt. 3. What are some of the challenges you've faced during your paper flower journey? I've had to deal with tendonitis pain on both my wrists. When the pain gets really strong, the idea of making flowers is so daunting and it's hard to push through the pain to finish projects. I got cortisone shots on both hands, but they only alleviated the pain on my right wrist. For the left wrist, I wore a brace for a long time and the pain has gotten much better but it's not completely gone. I think a lot of artists in our community deal with this type of pain, unfortunately. I need to get better at practicing hand exercises. Another challenge I have faced is also very common amongst artists and crafters. For the longest time, I struggled with pricing my work and I often undervalued myself. 4. How have you made your paper flower voice stand out in the crowd? There are so many amazing paper flower artists out there and it can be intimidating sometimes. But something that helped me stand out was to incorporate my creative (and non-creative) background into my paper flower making. For example, I love art history (20th-century art in particular) and created a series that recreates modern art paintings using paper flowers (#modernartpaperflowers). I also used experiences from my travels as inspiration to make orchids from exotic places and a series of travelling paper flowers, where I hold a paper flower against a city background in the places I visit (#travellingpaperflowers). Also, I've come to embrace the fact that my botanical knowledge is very limited. I think this has allowed me to approach flower making with fresh eyes and to focus on color and shape, not so much on botanical correctness. I'm not concerned with getting the botanical details right, I just want to make colorful things. If I want to add a blue center to a magnolia, I just go for it, I don't feel bad taking as many creative licenses as I want. 5. Tell us about Build a Flower: A Beginner's Guide to Paper Flowers. The book is targeted towards beginners and explores 5 different types of paper with 5 flower tutorials: a cardstock wall flower, a doublette crepe tulip, a florist crepe peony, a fine crepe ranunculus, and a tissue paper dahlia. I incorporated basic paper flower techniques into these 5 tutorials that the reader can then apply to other flowers. I'm hoping the book will excite beginners into further exploring the world of paper flower crafting. My publisher is Abrams Books from New York, I feel so lucky to have worked with such a great team. 6. How do you balance working at home and raising a young child? This has been tough, of course, and my creative output has gone down considerably. I don't post to Instagram as often as I would like and I don't take as many commissions as before, but I try to find time in the evenings to create. I have an 18-month-old and I take care of her full time. She is very sweet and funny and I feel very fortunate to be able to spend so much time with her. But I do miss having time to make art. I get a couple of hours when she is finally asleep and before I also start closing my eyes while operating a hot glue gun! I've had to pull all-nighters to work on commissions for events because that's the only time Matilde is not rummaging through my paper. And working on the book was especially hard because she was going through a sleep regression (waking up every 2 hours!). 7. What advice would you give to a paper florist that is starting out today? Explore all the different papers that are available to discover which one feels right for you. Experiment with the different paper crafting techniques and soon you will develop your own style. Also, the paper flower community is very welcoming. It is definitely not about competition, your creative voice matters and is appreciated. 8. Do you have any paper flower making tips to share with our listeners? Lately, I've been laminating most of my paper, petals, leaves, stamens. Laminating is basically just glueing two pieces of paper together. This makes the paper sturdier and more durable, and you can get very sculptural shapes while the glue is still wet. I work mostly with doublette crepe, which lends itself to this technique because it is not as textured as a florist crepe and not as thin as a fine crepe. It takes longer but I love the end result. Learn more about Lucia Balcazar by following her on social media: WEBSITE | www.LuciaBalcazar.com INSTAGRAM | @luciabalcazar

En este podcast entrevistamos a uno de los pocos semiólogos en México, con alcance a América Latina, en el área de investigación de mercado: "Si pudiéramos tener una carta de navegación en este contexto de pandemia, para decidir el camino de las marcas, del negocio y cómo comunicarnos con los consumidores, la semiótica podría ser esa guía". Todo es un signo, todo comunica algo…. La semiótica es la ciencia que estudia los signos y nos permite conocer, interpretar, profundizar lo que estamos viendo sobre un tema, sobre un objeto, un lugar, una persona, lo que dicen, lo que no dicen, etc... ¡Te decimos la posta! Gracias por escucharnos. Si te gustó por favor comparte, dale like y contáctanos para conocer de tu negocio y las postas que necesitas. Encuéntranos también en nuestro canal en youtube: Dime la Posta En Instagram: @verugoye @vilmyta Escríbenos a: dimelaposta@gmail.com #Marketing #Comunicación #coaching

Amateur Hour history folks, as we have our first dual interview with Maria Fassi, a top rookie on the LPGA Tour last season, and fellow up-and-comer Maria Balcazar, who just graduated from UCF and has since turned pro. We get into what it was like competing against each other from a young age growing up […]

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•Vinculan a proceso a hombre que ataco a enfermera •Egresados de psicología ofrecen apoyo vía telefónica•Víctimas de Chernóbil podrían ser más de un millón•Fallece Tomás Balcazar abuelo de "El Chicharito"

Al eliminar el ascenso, que pasara con los patrocinadores que aun tienen contrato con algunos equipos La liga MX eliminara contratos en dolaresLa primera ronda del Draft de la NFL rompe record de audiencia Carlos Vela anuncio que el y su esposa esperan a una niña Alexis Vega se convirtio en papa y aprovecho el nacimiento de su hija para trollear al Atlas Rafa Nadal quiere ser papa pronto Mike Tyson platica como encontro a su esposa en la cama con Mike Tyson Mama de Neymar termino su noviazgo con novio menos que ella JLo y Alex Rodriguez quieren comprar a los Mets Floyd Mayweather rompe cuarentena y pasea en las calles en bicicleta Neymar sufre ataques de ansiedad por cuarentena Miguel Layun abre su canal de youtube Ronaldo simula sorteo de la Champions en cuarentena Boxeadores lanzan spot contra la violencia domestica La serie de Michael Jordan y documental de Iniesta ya estan en plataformas de streamming Las Mas Sonadas son dedicadas a Alejandro Fernandez por su cumple

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This episode continues the Amanda Balcazar interview. Amanda talks about the excitement surrounding the launch of her new podcast, Hot Mess to Success, with her and Laura Host. She also covers picking a private label product for Amazon FBA and making the leap from working from home to moving into a warehouse. Don't forget to subscribe! Visit www.hotmesstosuccess.com to check out Amanda & Laura's new show.

In this episode Michael interviews Amanda Balcazar. Amanda and her husband John have been building their business together from home for the last 13 years. Amanda speaks to her experience starting with retail arbitrage and growing to private label products on Amazon FBA. She also speaks about mindset and the necessary hustle it takes to be an entrepreneur. Thanks for listening. Please subscribe and tell a friend. Email the show: info@strugglepreneur.net  Visit Amanda Balcazar & Laura Host's podcast site: www.hotmesstosuccess.com

1. The Drop Intro2. Dog Blood - Shred or Die (DJ Sliink Remix) [Boysnoize]3. Ellie Goulding - Hanging On (I SEE MONSTAS Remix) [Vagrant]4. Brawninoff - Overture Pt 2 [Free DL]5. Nicki Minaj - Lookin Ass Nigga [Cash Money]6. Great Dane - Deezy Bounce [Alpha Pup]7. Fletchette - Bones [Free DL]8. Insan3Lik3 ft Temu - We Are The Robots [Monstercat]9. AObeats & Manila Killa - Ming [Free DL]w / Tincup - Critics [Free DL]10. MS MR - Hurricane (Gawtbass Remix) [Free DL]11. 813 - Crying Flute [Bandcamp]12. Porter Robinson - Sea of Voices [Astralwerks]13. What So Not - Touched [Free DL]14. Azealia Banks ft Pharrell - ATM Jam (Kaytranada Edition) [Free DL]15. Pharrell - Happy (Vaux & Rivera Remix) [Free DL]16. Childish Gambino - Telegraph Ave (Ta-Ku Remix) [Free DL]17. Toni Romiti - Miss Me (DJ Sliink Remix ft. DJ Bake) [Free DL]18. Acaddamy - Need Someone [Stoney Roads]19. Mat Zo - It's Yours [Anjunabeats]20. W&W - Ghost Town [Mainstage / Free DL]21. Dance Spirit, Balcazar & Sordo + disCerN - Calling For You [Culprits]Trippy Turtle Guest Mix 22. T-Pain - I'm Sprung (Trippy Turtle Remix) [CDR]23. DJ Pantha - Eyez Glaze Over [CDR]24. Elle Varner - Only Wanna Give It To U (Trippy Turtle Remix) [CDR]25. 2 Chainz ft Drake - No Lie (Cashmere Cat Remix) [Pelican Fly]26. Rustie - Triadzz (Trippy Turtle Remix) [Numbers]27. Trippy Turtle - Southside Deep [CDR]28. DJ Yolo Bear - Make U Touch My [LuckyMe]29. Ty Dolla Sign - Paranoid (DJ Hoodboi & Falcons Remix) [Free DL]30. Trippy Turtle x Booty Beaver - Getting Wood [CDR]31. Kut Klose - Surrender (DJ Hoodboi Remix) [Free DL]32. Justin Timberlake - My Love (Playground Mob Remix) [Free DL]33. Robin Thicke - Give It 2 U (Trippy Turtle Remix) [Free DL]34. Alizzz - That Gurl [CDR]35. Justin Timberlake - Senorita (Trippy Turtle Remix) [CDR]36. ??? - I Got My Cup [CDR] 37. T-Pain - Buy U A Drank (Trippy Turtle Remix) [CDR]38. Bell Biv Devoe - Poison (Trippy Turtle Remix) [Pilerats]39. Chris Brown - Freeze (DJ Jayhood Remix) [CDR]40. Drake - Furthest Thing (Trippy Turtle Remix) [CDR]41. Daft Punk - One More Time (DJ Tricks Remix) [CDR]42. Chris Brown - Take U Down (Trippy Turtle Remix) [CDR]